The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 25

The car stopped at the entrance of the residential complex. Zheng Lang helped take out the luggage, reluctant to say goodbye.

“Brother Heng, let’s go out and play again in a few days.”

Heng Yuze smiled and nodded, “Sounds good, Brother Zheng.”

Zheng Lang added, “Bring the Cat Immortal along, haha.”

Then, he leaned closer, trying to whisper to the white cat in his rough voice, “Cat Immortal, I’m leaving. You must remember to bless me.”

“…”

Goodbye.

For some reason, Bai Chendeng had a premonition that he would definitely see him again. After all, such a tough fate was truly unheard of.

Heng Yuze took the cat home. This trip hadn’t been too long, yet it felt like ages, so long that he felt slightly unaccustomed to the tranquility of ordinary life.

Lying on the sofa, holding the cat, the man murmured softly.

“Sweetie, after you appeared, my life changed drastically.”

“Although there were dangers, I enjoy the feeling of adventuring with you. It makes living feel less boring.”

“Thank you.”

“Meow.”

Fool. Who thanks someone after being injured and nearly losing their life?

Bai Chendeng’s nose and mouth were pink and tender, and his eyes were a pure blue. When he gazed over, it made people unconsciously soften their breathing.

Heng Yuze felt a sense of happiness. His heart, which had been turbulent, gradually settled, feeling as comfortable as if it were soaking in warm water.

He thought he could enjoy the peace brought by the ordinary life with the cat, but a rhythmic knocking on the door shattered his beautiful illusion.

The next day, Bai Chendeng was sprawled on the sofa. Heng Yuze, having woken up, was energized and preparing a hearty breakfast for the little Cat Immortal, but he was interrupted by the knocking while wielding his spatula.

Putting down the spatula and untying his apron, Heng Yuze glanced at the cat as he passed the sofa, seeing that it had somehow woken up from its sleep. He smiled knowingly and went to the entryway, looking through the peephole at the visitor.

Soft black hair, fair skin. The visitor’s features were partially obscured by slightly long, messy bangs.

It was a young man in his early twenties, with delicate features, sculpted without a single flaw. However, what should have been an approachable and gentle appearance was made somewhat distant by those calm eyes that contained no emotion whatsoever.

After a moment of surprise, an image of Chendeng the cat popped into Heng Yuze’s mind—a cute exterior paired with the most composed temperament, the contrast was striking.

He opened the door and asked, “Excuse me, who are you looking for?”

The handsome youth subtly assessed him, then said softly, “My cat is here with you.”

The moment these words were spoken, Heng Yuze immediately realized that the person before him was the benefactor he had been thinking about for so long, and also Chendeng’s owner.

Behind the youth was bright daylight, beautiful as a painting. Yet, Heng Yuze felt that his arrival was like a destructive spearhead, forcibly tearing away a vital part of himself.

Heng Yuze heard himself say, “Alright, I’ll call Chendeng over.”

He mechanically turned around, only to see the white cat, upon hearing its owner’s voice, had already walked over on its own, reaching his feet. With just two more steps, it could bypass him and leave him.

Heng Yuze suddenly clenched his fists.

The farewell came too abruptly; he felt as if he heard something collapsing.

The man suddenly crouched down, cupping the cat in his hands and holding it close.

“Mr. Bai…”

He hadn’t expected the owner of Chendeng, the subject of his pet blog for over five years, to be so young.

It felt somewhat illogical.

The anticipated “Brother Bai” was simply impossible to say.

Heng Yuze’s tone carried a hint of imperceptible sadness.

“I apologize, I was a bit rude.”

He stiffly held out his arms, offering the white cat.

“I heard from Brother Bo that you were hospitalized for a while, Mr. Bai. It seems you’ve recovered now.”

His mind was a mess.

“Won’t you come in and sit down?”

Bai Chendeng glanced at him, his attitude unreadable.

“No need.”

He then took the cat.

“I’m taking the cat now. Thank you for taking care of him during this time.”

With that, he turned and walked away without any hesitation.

Heng Yuze quickly chased after him.

But what good would chasing do?

Chendeng was never his cat to begin with.

The little Cat Immortal…

Right, Chendeng is a little Cat Immortal. The person who can raise Chendeng must also be…

Bai Chendeng suddenly stopped.

The residents of the complex were scattered around, but they seemed not to notice them at all, paying no attention.

Bai Chendeng stood in a well-landscaped area. With the green leaves as a backdrop, his skin was so fair it seemed to glow, yet it was smooth and lustrous.

He was like a figure of jade, his temperament cool and transcendent, completely out of place with the faint, bustling sounds of life around them.

“Is something wrong?”

Heng Yuze pursed his lips and said, “Mr. Bai, I… I admire you greatly. Thank you for establishing the Chendeng Foundation…”

Bai Chendeng nodded politely. “You’re welcome.”

Then he left.

Heng Yuze lost the courage to continue chasing.

After he left, the man stood under the shade of the tree for a long time.

So long that the shadow could no longer cover his body, leaving him exposed to the merciless sunlight. The dark loungewear brought scorching heat, but it couldn’t melt his gradually chilling heart.

Heng Yuze murmured, “How could this be…”

“Chendeng…”

Returning home, the air in the house seemed to drop a few degrees. The marinated ingredients in the kitchen were no longer fresh, having missed their peak flavor.

He was alone again.

It used to be like this, before a little Cat Immortal barged into his life.

Heng Yuze leaned back on the sofa, his eyes vacant and unfocused.

Chendeng was gone.

This thought surfaced in his mind with stark clarity once more.

Opening the door, a familiar yet strange scene appeared before him.

The interior of the house was sparsely furnished, looking unlike an environment meant for long-term residence.

Bai Chendeng returned to the room. The white cat in his arms instantly dissolved, transforming into a talisman seed and vanishing.

Better a short sharp pain than a prolonged one. How could a human live with a demon like him? It was better to cut the knot quickly, lest they both suffer.

Spending this time with a human in his original form hadn’t been a bad experience.

Bai Chendeng’s nature was detached; even a slight emotional stir was incredibly rare for him.

Thinking of Heng Yuze’s shock and reluctance before he left, Bai Chendeng sighed softly.

“All good things must come to an end, Heng Yuze.”

His goal had always been to become a Demon Immortal.

No external matter could ever shake his resolve.

However, that subtle hint of melancholy deep in his heart, though faint, was undeniably present.

It was a seed, waiting for its owner to absorb more emotion and affection before it could take root and sprout.

In his pocket, the emerald Grapevine quietly extended, coiling around a precious bead, spinning as if it had something to say.

Bai Chendeng glanced at it.

The Grapevine was weak-willed; forcing it to settle down and cultivate was harder than anything.

He pondered for a moment, then decided to take both the vine and the bead down to the Underground Secluded Chamber.

The Grapevine seemed to realize Bai Chendeng’s intention. Like a caterpillar, it abandoned the bead and tried to flee, arching its body and crawling quickly. But within seconds, it was pinched by a pale finger.

Looking at the vine, which resembled a giant cabbage worm, Bai Chendeng sneered.

“Seclusion. Cultivation.”

The door slammed shut with a bang, moving without a breeze.

The vine suddenly lost all strength, like a dream had been shattered, turning into a dead worm that Bai Chendeng tossed onto the floor.

An entire month flowed by like water, slipping through his fingers.

There was no sound, no wind, only a ray of sunlight streaming in through a specially reserved window.

Bai Chendeng slowly opened his eyes.

With the aid of the precious bead, he had recovered most of his strength. He only needed to slowly regulate his breath to return to his peak.

Cultivating in isolation was inefficient and risked losing touch with the world.

Bai Chendeng looked at the vine, which was forced into immersive cultivation. It spent its days either sleeping or absorbing spiritual energy, looking wilted, as if it had lost too much water and was about to wither.

The Grapevine had made an effort during this time, but its injuries were too severe. Only a segment of the vine remained, and it was still far from recovering its human form.

Bai Chendeng picked it up, along with the bead, and returned upstairs.

Finally free from the boring, entertainment-free environment, the vine instantly became lively. It skillfully located Bai Chendeng’s phone, unlocked it, logged into its account, and began inspecting its territory.

“I was suffocating.”

A flat, mechanical electronic voice emanated from the phone. The Grapevine typed while using the software to speak for itself.

“Boss, if this continues, the vine will die!”

“My phone, my computer, my tablet—I missed you all so much.”

“Boss, you are so heartless. You actually left just like that. Didn’t you see your little subordinate was practically crying when we left? It made me feel so…”

Bai Chendeng: “Shut up.”

The electronic voice continued: “…so heartbroken…”

The Grapevine backed down: “Okay.”

The vine lived up to its name as the “Thousand-Handed Master.” Using the phone, computer, and tablet simultaneously, it quickly organized the information it hadn’t managed to deal with during its absence, renewing what needed renewing and contacting those who needed contacting.

The Supervisory Board nearly wept with joy upon receiving the Secretary-General’s message and immediately launched into action.

Long-absent fans rushed to tell each other about the return of the great artist after seeing the update posted by the online illustrator.

The internet trolls behind the slander against the account “Chendeng is a Cat” were exposed within a few messages from the Grapevine.

Bai Chendeng watched the vine’s smooth, flowing operations and, in a place his close friend couldn’t see, allowed a faint smile to appear.

He had forced it into seclusion immediately because he was afraid that if it didn’t replenish its spiritual energy soon, its cultivation would drop, preventing it from transforming into a human.

Given its nature, once it reconnected with the outside world, it would be difficult for it to settle down.

Now that the Grapevine was initially out of danger and only needed slow replenishment of spiritual energy to recover, he was naturally no longer anxious.

He wondered how Heng Yuze was doing.

His sudden departure must have been a great blow to him.

Bai Chendeng sighed, looking out the window.

Humans and demons walk different paths; it was best not to interact.

Contrary to his thoughts, Heng Yuze had not fallen into gloom. Instead, he had wrapped himself up and gone to the library.

After flipping through books for a week, he finally found some seemingly reliable records about demons in some obscure texts.

The author’s name was—The Person on the Sedan Chair.

What a strange name.

Heng Yuze thought, why would someone use such a pen name? But it fit the personality of someone who would write this kind of book.

A bit strange, unconventional, yet truly captivating.

The book stated: There are demons in the world.

Demons are neither wholly good nor wholly evil; they follow their nature, surpassing humans. Some existences are closely related to human “power of will.”

Only a heart of utmost sincerity can turn a demon into a friend and forge a bond.