The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 20

The sound brought back memories of the guesthouse, specifically the night the tree demon knocked on the door and threatened them.

Zheng Lang’s expression immediately changed, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes.

They were currently in the guest bedroom on the second floor. What kind of thing could reach the second floor window to knock?

“That tree spirit dares to come back?”

Bai Chendeng stepped onto the windowsill.

Zheng Lang quickly pulled the curtains open.

The light inside the room was too bright, and the outside was pitch black; nothing could be seen.

The sound had vanished.

Bai Chendeng tapped the window.

Zheng Lang was confused: “Huh?”

What did the Great Cat Immortal mean?

Bai Chendeng could only try hard to stand up straight and tap the closed latch.

Zheng Lang: “Oh, oh, oh!”

He meant to open the window!

Wait a minute… open the window?

“Cat… Great Cat Immortal, what’s outside might be that tree spirit. Do we really need to open the window?”

Seeing the cat’s gaze gradually turn displeased, Zheng Lang backed down and obediently went to open the window.

Zheng Lang was prepared for his wounds to tear open. If the tree spirit appeared, he would definitely not sit idly by; he would resist with all his might.

Outside the window, there was silence.

Bai Chendeng stepped toward the window.

“Great Cat Immortal, don’t!”

Zheng Lang was afraid he might impulsively jump down and fight the tree spirit for three hundred rounds. It wasn’t that he was selfish or cowardly and couldn’t bear to be without the Great Cat Immortal; he was afraid the cat would be ambushed by the tree spirit, which would be disastrous.

The man and the demon had zero chemistry.

Bai Chendeng began to miss Heng Yuze.

He walked onto the window ledge, calmly surveyed the surroundings, and seemed to sense something, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Then, Bai Chendeng extended a paw and scooped something from beneath the window ledge.

When he retracted his paw, it was wrapped around a slender, green vine that was still wriggling incessantly.

Zheng Lang hadn’t noticed at first, but when the cat turned around, he immediately spotted the green against the pure white fur, his mind instantly jumping to the idea that the tree spirit had attacked.

“Tree… tree spirit!”

Bai Chendeng knew he had misunderstood, but he couldn’t explain. Fortunately, the slender green vine could twist itself into shapes, and it immediately formed a small heart around the cat’s foreleg.

Bai Chendeng: “…”

Zheng Lang took half a step back: “Tree spirit… showing… showing affection?”

The vine froze for a moment, and even the heart it had twisted lost its vitality.

Bai Chendeng didn’t want him to misunderstand further, so he simply jumped onto the table inside the room, allowing Zheng Lang to get a closer look.

The thin, long green vine was completely different from a coarse, hard tree branch. Zheng Lang initially thought the tree spirit was so injured it could only send out a tender shoot, but he was overthinking it. What was tightly wrapped around the cat’s paw was clearly not a tree branch, but a vine.

The man realized he had made a fool of himself. Luckily, Brother Heng hadn’t seen it, and the Great Cat Immortal couldn’t speak.

He took a photo with his phone and searched for it. The result showed it was a Grapevine, the kind that produces large, purplish-black grapes.

Zheng Lang swallowed his saliva, not daring to admit he was craving Kyoho grapes—thin-skinned, plump, and mouth-wateringly sweet.

Bai Chendeng and the Grapevine could be considered comrades in misfortune.

Neither could transform into human form, making communication impossible. A cat’s meows could only be understood by other animal demons, and the Grapevine had no mouth. Since it couldn’t transform, it couldn’t communicate directly with the outside world.

The Grapevine twisting itself into shapes was useless. In a fit of impotent rage, it re-wrapped itself around the cat’s fur, treating itself like a scarf. Because it was too rowdy, Bai Chendeng batted it off and stepped on it.

Zheng Lang watched in astonishment as the Grapevine, trembling beneath the cat’s paw, extended its thinnest tendril and coiled it into a perfect heart.

It was a remarkably standard shape.

Quite the artistic talent.

If the Grapevine could transform into human form, it would solemnly inform Zheng Lang.

It—the Grapevine—was not only the demon behind the Foundation but also a genius drawing blogger with millions of fans, revered as the Thousand-Handed Master, whose output was high and whose quality was equally astonishing.

Unfortunately, Zheng Lang knew none of this.

Bai Chendeng released his paw. The Grapevine gained its freedom, huddled into a ball on the tabletop, its mood slightly calmer.

Having successfully rescued his close friend, Bai Chendeng was not blinded by joy. He still had one essential task.

Retrieving the shriveled tree root from his fur, Bai Chendeng placed it in front of the Grapevine.

The Grapevine had already fallen into ecstasy the moment the tree root appeared.

For plant demons, consuming a fellow species was a great tonic, especially since it was just a vine, and what lay before it was a complete root system of a tree demon, brimming with spiritual energy!

The tender green vine wrapped around it like an octopus, clutching the root tightly.

The Grapevine formed a star shape, expressing its gratitude, and then devoted itself entirely to absorbing the spiritual energy from the tree root.

Zheng Lang watched the entire exchange between the Great Cat Immortal and the Grapevine spirit, deeply feeling that there was a world beyond humanity, and he couldn’t help but feel both worry and anticipation regarding diplomacy between different species.

…

“Thank you, thank you. I appreciate it. I feel so bad about this.”

“It’s nothing. It’s what I should do.”

The aroma of food swirled around his nose.

When Heng Yuze woke up, he was completely disoriented, his body still weak and lacking substance.

The first thing he did upon regaining consciousness was search for the white cat.

“Chendeng?”

He still remembered seeing Chendeng’s retreating back before he passed out.

Seeing him like this, Zheng Lang felt genuine sympathy. A fine young man, so obsessed with a cat. Anyone who didn’t know better would think Chendeng was a fox spirit.

“Don’t get excited, Brother Heng. Our Great Cat Immortal is right here. Look…”

Heng Yuze propped himself up and saw Chendeng sitting on the table, as dignified as ever—the most unique cat in the world.

Bai Chendeng was batting at something familiar and purplish-black.

Heng Yuze noticed there was a small cluster of grapes with four berries on the table.

Watching the cat jump onto the bed, holding the grape cluster in its mouth, Heng Yuze thought the flower shop owner was quite thoughtful—providing accommodation, bringing breakfast, and even offering fruit.

He took the cluster of grapes and placed it in his palm, noticing that the four strange grapes were still attached to a segment of Grapevine. The vine was vividly green, as fresh as if it were still on the branch.

Zheng Lang felt a pang of guilt but was afraid of giving himself away, so he turned his head, not daring to look directly at him, only stealing glances from the corner of his eye.

Heng Yuze smiled, accepting the cat’s kindness. Just as he was about to pluck a grape to taste it, he felt a slight scratch on his palm.

He thought he had imagined it and frowned slightly, preparing to continue, but immediately, the scratching sensation returned. This time the touch was clearer; something was indeed wriggling in his palm.

Heng Yuze froze for a moment, glanced at Chendeng—naturally, he couldn’t discern anything—and then looked at Zheng Lang, who was turned sideways, looking out the window.

There was nothing in his palm but the grapes.

These grapes looked familiar.

Heng Yuze focused his gaze. Before he could react, he saw the emerald green vine, tender as a newly sprouted shoot, extend from behind the grapes and wave hello to him.

Heng Yuze: “!”

The man was so startled he threw the grapes away.

The vine landed on the quilt, slowly dragging the four fruits that were abnormally large compared to its body, and waved its thin tendril again, forming a question mark.

Bai Chendeng: “…”

Old habits die hard.

Zheng Lang couldn’t hold it in and burst into muffled laughter.

Only then did Heng Yuze realize he had been tricked.

He shook his head, both annoyed and amused, and embraced the familiar and trusted white cat. Feeling its warm, resilient body rise and fall with its breathing in his arms, he felt reassured.

“Brother Zheng, who is this? A grape spirit?”

Zheng Lang apologized first, then stepped closer to explain: “This is the Great Cat Immortal’s good friend, the Grapevine.”

Grape… vine…

So, when Chendeng first showed emotion, it wasn’t because of an enemy, but because of its friend—the vine that produces large grapes.

He stroked the white cat’s wonderfully soft fur, lost in thought.

Seeing this scene, the Grapevine immediately bent all its tendrils, and several question marks rose in place.

“???”

His close friend! His boss! How could he be hugged by a human?! And being touched so intimately, the fingers were almost reaching his belly!

The Grapevine was heartbroken. His close friend had fallen.

The farce ended.

Bai Chendeng jumped down and pushed the Grapevine toward Heng Yuze’s hand.

Honestly, a tiny vine that could only fill a palm when curled up, yet could produce such large fruits, looked both pitiful and bizarre.

And with only such a small segment of its main body remaining, the Grapevine clearly wouldn’t be self-abusive enough to waste spiritual energy on fruiting. Everything stemmed from that segment of tree root.

With the root’s replenishment, the Grapevine finally grew slightly larger and prepared to store spiritual energy for future needs. However, Bai Chendeng seemed to have something to say, so the Grapevine borrowed Zheng Lang’s phone and communicated by typing.

After the exchange, the Grapevine learned that the human lying in bed had his vital essence drained by the tree demon and needed its fruit for nourishment.

Was this human so important to Bai Chendeng?

It had thought its close friend only cared about cultivation in this lifetime.

Since he was a person recognized by the boss, it would reluctantly accept him.

The Grapevine never hesitated.

Upon eating the grape, the lost vital essence was instantly replenished.

Heng Yuze exclaimed in surprise, picked up the Grapevine, and offered a solemn word of thanks.

The Grapevine hooked his finger, either accepting the thanks or being humble.

Everything was settled, and the vine was rescued. It was time for them to leave Kuju Village.

However, the Grapevine borrowed the phone again and started typing.

After being ambushed by an unknown demon, the Grapevine had mastered the art of self-preservation, completely concealing its aura. It hid in a flowerpot designated for unified transplanting by workers and was transported to Kuju Village via truck.

Kuju Village was the territory of the great demon, the Elm Tree. Or rather, something was buried here, and the Elm Tree managed to cultivate into a demon using it, naturally wanting to monopolize the treasure.

When the Grapevine first arrived in Kuju Village, unaware of the situation, it accidentally exposed itself. The Elm Tree viewed it as a huge threat and chased it until only a segment of the vine remained.

Fortunately, it eventually slipped into the school flowerbed and even took a primary school student as a subordinate. With the help of its subordinate, it had managed to hide until now.

Zheng Lang was astonished: “Primary school students have such strong acceptance levels?”

The Grapevine continued typing in the memo: I observed for a long time before confirming the candidate.

Watching a vine type so quickly, the two humans present found their feelings indescribable. The world seemed to be growing increasingly fantastical.

The words on the phone continued to appear.

Grapevine: There is a treasure in Kuju Village. The Elm Tree was initially unprepared, and I discovered it. To prevent the news from leaking, I’m afraid it won’t let me leave easily.

Everyone present agreed wholeheartedly.

It seemed they needed to carefully plan how to leave this place.