The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 26
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Heng Yuze borrowed the book and left the library.
The sky was dim; it was already evening.
Many ideas were scattered in his mind, constantly piecing themselves together. He only needed a single catalyst to reach the correct conclusion.
Would someone truly name a cat after themselves?
Moreover, this cat was no ordinary cat; it was a small Cat Immortal with intelligence comparable to a human’s. Aside from being unable to speak, every action suggested a mature soul residing within the cat’s body.
Heng Yuze pinched the upper edge of his mask, adjusting its position, and glanced at the sky.
The penetrating twilight cast a hazy, yet distinct, yellow outline onto his face.
Small shadows were cast by his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, and his lips, much like Heng Yuze’s life—a life that was plain and straightforward, like a backdrop incapable of stirring any waves, until a white cat intruded. The good, the bad, the stimulating, and the lingering, fearful memories became drops of thick ink, staining his life with other colors.
He pulled his jacket tighter. While there was still some light, Heng Yuze quickly walked away.
The colorful, flashy advertisements were the first thing to pop up; every time he opened the app, he was forcibly controlled for a few seconds.
What caught his eye was the latest video from the blogger “Chendeng is a Cat,” who had finally updated after months of silence.
Simple editing paired with the white cat’s lazy demeanor in the sunlight created an immediate sense of slow-paced, life-filled atmosphere.
The video announcement stated that a live stream would begin this Friday evening, and the blogger, the cat’s owner, would make their first appearance.
Heng Yuze unconsciously gripped his phone tighter, his fingertips turning red from the pressure. His eyes stopped blinking, fixed intently on the short announcement.
The image of that frail yet not weak, pure yet not arrogant figure from his memory gradually merged with the white cat lounging on the blanket, tail twitching, giving rise to an idea that even he found shocking.
“Finally…”
He sighed, “I can see you again.”
“Chendeng.”
On Friday evening, fans took their positions early.
As soon as the time arrived, the live stream started promptly. A slender young man appeared on the screen. His hair was slightly long and fluffy, but looked soft.
Bai Chendeng wore a mask, concealing his true appearance. His eyelashes were curled, revealing calm, water-like eyes beneath.
[Here we go]
[Here we go]
[Opening shock!]
[The cat owner is so young?!]
[Show us your face!]
The white cat lay lazily on his lap, turning its head to look at the camera, rubbing its chin against the young man’s thigh.
[Ah—so cute!]
[Form a group to steal the cat, who’s in?!]
Bai Chendeng watched the number of viewers grow. Not knowing what to say, he simply controlled the Talisman Seed clone to pose cutely in front of the camera while he sat comfortably in his chair, calmly reading the comments.
[Those who said the blogger abuses the cat, come out and get flamed.]
[Chendeng is so well-behaved, he knows how to work the camera!]
[Why isn’t the blogger talking?]
[No wonder he never showed his face. This really affects the stream quality. It’s all relying on our Chendeng the cat.]
Grapevine, the mastermind behind the scenes, naturally wouldn’t miss such feedback. Logging onto a secondary account, it showered the stream with gifts. A mischievous thought arose, and it immediately started a trend: “I want to see the streamer connect for a PK battle!”
This prominent comment stayed on the screen for a while. After a moment of stunned silence, Bai Chendeng looked directly at the culprit. The vine was hiding behind the camera, clutching a phone.
It didn’t matter if it was noticed; the vine hadn’t intended to hide.
And when it came to live streaming entertainment, Grapevine certainly had the authority.
Bai Chendeng’s initial viral videos—one of dancing and one of singing—were both suggested and coaxed into existence by Grapevine.
For a moment, Bai Chendeng was caught in a dilemma.
The idea of openly satisfying one’s desire for control by forcing a taciturn streamer into a PK instantly captivated the majority of the audience. The comment section immediately erupted, demanding the streamer start a PK.
Although Bai Chendeng wore a mask, his figure was graceful, and his visible eyes and brows were beautifully indistinct, leading to the immediate conclusion: this was a handsome young man.
What would happen when such a good-looking young man encountered various eccentric streamers?
It was truly intriguing.
The audience continued to clamor for a streamer connection PK. Bai Chendeng froze for a moment, unable to maintain his composure, revealing a rare expression of helplessness. But it was too subtle; only Heng Yuze, who had seen his true face, noticed it.
Heng Yuze leaned against the headboard of his bed. The lights were off; only the glow of his phone illuminated his face.
He reached out a finger, tracing the outline of Bai Chendeng’s brows and eyes in the air, his heart suddenly pounding faster.
It was shameful to admit, but Chendeng had always been dignified and calm. After linking the person Bai Chendeng with the small Cat Immortal Chendeng, Heng Yuze could no longer separate the two.
The time spent with the small Cat Immortal gradually blurred.
The cat’s figure was, at certain moments, replaced by the human Bai Chendeng’s figure, making Heng Yuze curse himself countless times for being inhuman.
Seeing the crowd of troublemakers making Bai Chendeng uncomfortable, Heng Yuze immediately started showering the stream with gifts. The colorful, gaudy special effects flashed, not only illuminating Heng Yuze’s face but also blinding many viewers. This instantly silenced the audience, who began praising the wealthy fan as amazing.
That account…
Bai Chendeng recognized it. Heng Yuze was watching the stream and had helped him out of a tight spot.
The rare sense of helplessness he had felt instantly vanished.
Behind the mask, Bai Chendeng’s lips curved into a slight smile.
Although he was determined to stay away from Heng Yuze, the realization that Heng Yuze was still paying attention to him instantly pulled Bai Chendeng’s memories back to the time they spent together.
“PK, where is it?”
The quiet live stream suddenly heard the streamer’s voice. Although slightly muffled, the clear tone was unmistakable.
The audience’s attention, which had been diverted by the wealthy fan, immediately returned to urging the streamer to PK.
[It’s in the interaction menu]
[There’s an interaction button on the stream screen, click it!]
Bai Chendeng complied, leaning in to adjust the settings. Stretching his arm, he could just reach Grapevine. Grapevine gave him a flattering heart sign, its remaining slender branches trembling excitedly for some unknown reason.
[Anticipation!]
[Who will be lucky enough to PK with our Chendeng? The wealthy fans aren’t to be trifled with.]
[The blogger hasn’t said a word. Hope he doesn’t get suppressed by the other side (eating melon.jpg)]
The screen changed, and the lucky participant appeared.
Bai Chendeng focused his eyes. The person opposite him was in a study. On the wall behind him hung a sign that read “Iron Mouth, Direct Judgment,” and on the table below were objects like decorative rocks, a teapot, and writing tools.
A young man, who looked about twenty-five or twenty-six but wore a Zhongshan suit, sunglasses, and had deep lines etched into his face, sat in a wooden chair amidst a faint, rising aroma.
The fans instantly erupted in excitement.
Two top-tier streamers had collided!
The person opposite was the currently trending metaphysics streamer—Master Fang the Face Reader!
This person’s miraculous deeds were countless. If he said you were childless, you would inevitably be cuckolded. If he predicted financial loss and disaster, you were sure to have a short stay in the hospital. It was rumored that he was a respected figure among the big shots in certain circles. Even celebrities in the entertainment industry sought his help for changing their luck. The platform supervisors dared not interfere; his backing was immense.
[Amazing, Master says you’re faking, and you are. You have a father, mother, wife, and daughter, and you’re healthy. Why pretend to have a terminal illness? Bah!]
[Are there any good people left online? I’ve watched Master’s stream for a month, and I feel like these streamers are all rotten to the core!]
[Some previously active streamers deliberately avoid Master’s streaming time, and even if they don’t avoid it, they absolutely won’t connect. That’s real power!]
[Hahaha, introducing the next unlucky person. The small internet celebrity who was exposed by Great Immortal Fang last night for being poor but pretending to be rich was just revealed today to have deliberately started the account.]
The comment section of the metaphysics stream was buzzing with excitement, thrilled by the few connections they had seen today.
A new round of streaming began.
Master Fang’s first glance fell upon Bai Chendeng’s masked face. He frowned, about to open his mouth to scold him, when he saw a cat lying on his lap—a cat that had an entire page dedicated to it in the Bureau’s internal induction training documents.
Master Fang: “…”
Bai Chendeng: “…”
Someone from the Bureau.
For certain reasons, the Bureau would push some cadres into the public eye, whether to guide public opinion or slowly influence citizens. In short, anyone in the metaphysics world with fame, background, and power was divided into two types: people from the Bureau and people related to the Bureau.
The two exchanged a look across the network.
Master Fang’s mouth twitched slightly, and then he forced out a stiff smile—a rare and exceptionally amiable expression for him since his debut.
Fans noticed this detail. After all, Fang Zhengde was assigned this task of showing off in public because of his superb acting skills and family heritage.
Analyzing the Master’s micro-expressions was a regular form of hype for his devoted fans.
However, this time, something was different.
It truly was different.
Fang Zhengde was cursing inwardly right now!
No wonder his colleagues looked like they were trying not to laugh when they saw him a few days ago. He hadn’t thought much of it then, but it turned out they had calculated that he was about to face a tribulation!
This demon, Bai Chendeng, had risen rapidly. Not only was he a rare young demon active in the public eye, but he was also a Great Demon with ridiculously high combat power, capable of sparring with the big shots in the Bureau who were only known by reputation!
During the induction training a few years ago, the instructor had emphasized that in modern society, there were a few Great Demons who maintained a clear boundary with the Bureau. They absolutely must not be accidentally provoked. These Great Demons were all extraordinarily powerful; after all, the Bureau would have easily dealt with the less powerful ones long ago.
Fang Zhengde adopted the same attitude he used when flattering his superiors, quickly reverting to his Bureau work state. The need to maintain the image of a profound, mysterious immortal was instantly thrown out the window.
“Ahem… Eh… Oh my!”
Fang Zhengde composed himself, smoothed his expression, and carefully scrutinized Bai Chendeng’s face on the screen. He seemed to have seen something incredible, his eyes widening slightly, his pupils contracting, his lips parting into a slit, his tongue lightly touching his teeth, letting out a sound of admiration.
This series of progressive performances immediately energized the fans familiar with the Master.
The person opposite was a big streamer, and that internet celebrity cat was indeed popular; they often saw clips of it and felt it was quite clever, but it was all too much hype. No matter how smart a cat was, it wasn’t useful. Only those who hadn’t been beaten down by life and hadn’t seen the true nature of society would idolize a cat.
The fans, who habitually identified with the Master and sought the thrill of seeing through others’ destinies, sensed an unusual undertone.
Sure enough, Fang Zhengde displayed a perfectly timed smile and said, “This… this friend’s fate is truly rare in the world, noble beyond words, noble beyond words!”