The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Bai Chendeng arrived with the moonlight, giving Feng Chengji no time to react. His entire body burst with light, illuminating the greenhouse in an instant!

The sprawling branches had nowhere to hide. Even the roots lurking within the branches were caught off guard by the moonlight and disappeared under the cover of the foliage.

Feng Chengji had never witnessed such a bizarre sight. Two uninvited guests had broken into his greenhouse: one was a mass of gnarled branches covering the floor, and the other was a glowing, agile white cat. It was truly unprecedented.

Immediately following this, a scream echoed through the nighttime greenhouse.

“Aaaah!”

The widespread moonlight only served to reveal the tree demon’s claws and fangs; the damage was limited, and the duration was short, quickly fading away.

The tree demon sustained minor injuries—its bark was split open, and several branches were broken—but it continued searching for something in the greenhouse.

The life force of one or two people was negligible to a great demon like the elm tree demon; it could easily tolerate it.

But what if twelve more people arrived?

Bai Chendeng had not chosen the greenhouse randomly, nor was the Grapevine here. No matter how much the elm tree demon searched, it would be fruitless. Everything was part of a plan he had calculated countless times in his mind.

The greenhouse owner had cultivated the night chrysanthemum and invited twelve plant enthusiasts to admire it. Those people would rush over upon hearing the owner’s startled cry, and the surge of human life force that followed would be enough to tear through the shroud of resentful energy covering the elm tree demon!

Sure enough, shortly after Feng Chengji shouted, the faint sounds of commotion began to drift from inside the house.

Bai Chendeng continued to distract the elm tree demon, preventing it from immediately noticing the arrival of the others.

The elm tree demon hadn’t found the Grapevine’s trace, and its hidden root systems were constantly being found and destroyed by the cat demon. It felt the situation rapidly slipping out of its control.

It had been lurking perfectly. These two people and one demon had been under constant surveillance; their every move was within its sight. Tonight was clearly the cat demon’s opportunity to search for the escaped Grapevine. It had rushed to the greenhouse first, so why couldn’t it find it?!

It shouldn’t be!

Impossible!

Where exactly was that damned, cunning Grapevine?

Just then, the door to the room was yanked open, and a group of people radiating vibrant life force quickly entered the greenhouse.

Simultaneously, the greenhouse lights were switched on. The bright light source, capable of illuminating thousands of plants, spared no corner, lighting up everything.

So many people witnessed the rampant branches, and the resulting burst of human vitality acted like a sharp sword, piercing the skin the elm tree demon had worn for so long!

The roots and branches covering the floor suddenly began to twitch. The bark exploded with continuous popping sounds. The ground was littered with broken branches and shredded bark, and the remaining root systems retreated through the openings in the greenhouse.

This scene of demonic chaos caused most people to freeze uncontrollably. Only two remained relatively calm, rushing to Feng Chengji’s side to check on his condition.

“What is this? Am I dreaming?”

“A demon… a monster!”

“Help!”

Feng Chengji snapped out of his daze and immediately tried to reassure them: “It’s… it’s fine! The monster can’t hurt us!”

Bai Chendeng did not immediately follow the retreating roots.

He had to add fuel to the fire.

The white cat approached Feng Chengji, quietly gathering power.

The appearance of such a clean and beautiful cat would normally attract affection. But in this moment, such an unearthly being only inspired fear.

As the white cat drew near, Feng Chengji visibly panicked, but he did not retreat.

Bai Chendeng gave him a look of slight approval, then climbed from below up to the man’s shoulder.

Moonlight quietly poured onto the night chrysanthemum. It wasn’t very noticeable under the electric lights, but this pure, cold power immediately drew everyone’s attention.

In their eyes, the white cat seemed like an emissary from the Moon Palace. Divinity and spirituality were fully embodied in it. Unlike the terror and trembling they felt when seeing the twisted branches, they only felt their spirits lift, as if their souls were being cleansed.

Nourished by the power, the night chrysanthemum broke through its limitations and quietly bloomed.

A flower cultivated for its beauty and rarity, it now displayed its true form in perfect splendor, mesmerizing the plant lovers present.

The pure white night chrysanthemum slowly opened, seemingly enveloped in a radiant glow, captivating everyone’s hearts.

Just as everyone was immersed in this beauty, Bai Chendeng shattered the moment.

The white cat’s claws swiftly sliced through the air, plucking the flower, which resembled a nocturnal sprite.

Biting the stem and leaves below the flower, the cat shot out like the wind through the broken glass opening, amidst gasps of surprise.

Outside, the enraged elm tree demon had cornered Heng Yuze and Zheng Lang.

Branches wrapped around Heng Yuze, trying to drag him into the depths of the dense woods. Zheng Lang desperately punched the branches repeatedly. The situation was deadlocked, but the elm tree demon grew vicious, mobilizing nearby roots. These roots were the source of the plant demon’s spiritual energy and could not be easily repelled like ordinary branches.

Zheng Lang’s hands were bloody from punching, yet he couldn’t shake the roots. His blood dripped onto the roots, sizzling upon contact.

Heng Yuze was being dragged by the roots, already out of the range of the greenhouse’s bright lights. He felt no resentment or fear, only gasping out: “Brother Zheng, don’t follow!”

He wasn’t unafraid, but he trusted his little Cat Immortal would come to save him, no matter how far or how difficult.

Perhaps hearing his plea and hope, Bai Chendeng truly appeared.

Carrying the momentum of a gale, and holding a flower of dreamlike beauty in his mouth, he flew toward him in mere moments.

Heng Yuze’s lips parted slightly, his eyes shining. As the cat leaped into his arms, his heart pounded violently, uncontrollably.

The night chrysanthemum was a product of the night, a favored child of the moon.

Bai Chendeng ignited most of the moonlight within it. Every petal became a vessel of power. Hundreds of petals detached from the stem, shrouded in a halo of light, spreading outward with Bai Chendeng at the center.

Feng Chengji, the flower shop owner, and the twelve others who had followed them out witnessed this scene.

In the darkness, chrysanthemum petals scattered, and light permeated the air, shattering the dark brown tree roots inch by inch.

At the center, Bai Chendeng intercepted a portion of the roots, repeatedly stepping on the still-wriggling mass with his cat paws. With every stomp, the roots shrank, until only a small, withered segment, the thickness of a finger, remained. He tucked it into his fur.

Heng Yuze hugged the white cat close.

“You came back.”

“Meow—”

I came back.

Zheng Lang shouted loudly: “Yes!”

The evil elm tree demon had a significant portion of its roots destroyed, suffering a severe loss of vitality, and fled in disarray.

The righteous humans and the cat had won.

Compared to a simple flower, the night chrysanthemum, saturated with moonlight and used to repel the enemy, possessed a beauty at that moment that was almost beyond words.

Though it lasted only a few seconds, it was branded into the heart of every person present.

Heng Yuze whispered, “Chendeng.”

Bai Chendeng: “?”

The cat looked up, listening to him speak. Heng Yuze was amused by his serious expression.

“I did pretty well, didn’t I? I held out until you came to save me.”

“Meow.”

Stop talking nonsense. Rest first.

Bai Chendeng stepped onto his arm, stood up, tapped his paw on Heng Yuze’s forehead, and then jumped down.

Just as they had arrived, Bai Chendeng led the way, occasionally stopping and turning back to ensure they were following properly.

Heng Yuze smiled knowingly and stumbled to keep up. Zheng Lang finally recovered from his shock and immediately rushed to support Heng Yuze.

When the flower shop owner saw the white cat walking toward him again, this time he felt no fear, but rather joy radiating from within.

“Are you the Moon Cat?”

Bai Chendeng couldn’t answer him.

He led Heng Yuze and Zheng Lang out of the greenhouse through the door opened by the plant enthusiasts.

Feng Chengji and the remaining people exchanged glances. They didn’t dare stop them but followed behind, watching as the Moon Cat led the two strangers toward the house entrance.

It wasn’t until Bai Chendeng impatiently tapped the door panel, and seeing Heng Yuze’s shaky appearance, that Feng Chengji realized the cat’s intention.

“Oh, oh!”

He regretted his lack of perceptiveness.

“Please, both of you, rest in the guest room.”

Zheng Lang didn’t bother with formalities: “Thank you.”

Heng Yuze was helped onto the bed to lie down. Someone also brought a medical kit to help bandage Zheng Lang’s hand wounds.

Bai Chendeng watched quietly. After the bandaging was complete, he hooked Feng Chengji’s trouser leg, leading the man back to the greenhouse.

After the severely injured elm tree demon fled, the vicinity was much cleaner.

In this operation, Bai Chendeng had used the flower shop owner and his invited guests to trap the tree demon. Although he achieved his goal, consuming the night chrysanthemum that the owner had painstakingly cultivated was truly uncharacteristic of his usual conduct.

The white cat squatted in front of the bare night chrysanthemum stem, mobilizing all the remaining moonlight within his body and pouring it entirely into the plant.

Under Feng Chengji’s astonished gaze, the night chrysanthemum grew rapidly, forming flower buds again—not just one, but three large buds in one go.

“A miracle…”

The plant enthusiasts realized with a start that rare wonders and strange creatures truly existed in the world.

Having drained his moonlight, Bai Chendeng felt somewhat exhausted.

He let out two soft meows.

Knowing these people wouldn’t understand, he was simply informing them that the compensation had been delivered.

Immediately after, Bai Chendeng rushed back to the guest room without delay.

In the guest room, Heng Yuze was struggling to keep his eyes open, still watching the doorway.

As soon as the cat entered, he recovered a little spirit, showing a faint smile. His lips were pale as he asked, “Are you done?”

Bai Chendeng jumped onto the bed, nestled against his neck, and tentatively touched his forehead with a paw.

Having been entangled by the tree demon for too long, Heng Yuze had lost too much vital energy. Fortunately, he had some accumulated merit, preventing him from losing lifespan.

“Meow.”

I will immediately go find the Grapevine. Its fruit can help you recover.

Bai Chendeng was calmer than he thought he would be.

While planning all this, he felt a certain sense of guilt toward Heng Yuze.

The Chendeng Foundation had saved many people. Bai Chendeng collected the power of vows and merit, never expecting repayment from the humans he rescued.

But Heng Yuze had put himself in danger for him several times. Bai Chendeng couldn’t understand why. Could it truly be the love of a fan for an idol cat?

He had already acknowledged Heng Yuze in his heart.

When he stepped out of the greenhouse and saw Heng Yuze being dragged away by the roots, about to disappear, Bai Chendeng hated his rationality for the first time.

Why hadn’t he considered him more when formulating the plan?

Why could he accept this human’s devotion with a clear conscience?

Why did he feel this unfamiliar surge of emotion?

He couldn’t dwell on it anymore.

The cat jumped off the bed, intending to leave, but Heng Yuze called out to him.

“Chendeng!”

“Meow…”

What… is it…

Bai Chendeng instinctively turned back, only to see Heng Yuze slump onto the bed, having lost consciousness.

Zheng Lang had felt rather superfluous, but seeing his Brother Heng pass out, he immediately rushed over to check on the situation.

“Oh dear, why does this look like a scene of life and death separation!”

He was glared at by the cat.

Zheng Lang shrank his neck, the realization sinking in.

This wasn’t a cat; this was a Cat Great Immortal, truly.

Just as Zheng Lang carefully laid Heng Yuze flat, a knock sounded on the window.

“Tap—”

“Tap-tap—”