The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 5

The feelings of a young man are often misunderstood; the indifferent cat was only concerned with licking its fur.

Heng Yuze resigned himself to washing up and tidying, leaving Bai Chendeng, the cat, alone to recall the details of the livestream.

The sound of trickling water replaced the noise of the broadcast. As his mind cleared, many details previously hidden beneath the surge of emotion began to surface.

At the time, the barrage of comments was like a hail of bullets, constantly challenging human comprehension. Real-time information that could be captured was almost nil; one could only have their mind saturated by the lively atmosphere.

But Bai Chendeng remained calm.

He could even recall memorable comments that deviated from the mainstream.

For example: “This cat must have been drugged, it’s not moving.”

“Animal abuse for traffic, disgusting!”

“Abusive streamer, reported.”

Such purposeful comments were common.

There were also some messages without specific information, such as “Work is so tiring,” “My head hurts so much,” “My eyes are so itchy,” or “My body feels so heavy.”

To regain his human form, he still needed to accumulate Votive Power to wear down the karmic debt. The spiritual energy around him was restricted, and he could mobilize very little.

If he were a spirit following the traditional cultivation path, he would likely be no different from a common beast, left to be slaughtered.

However, he was proficient in Votive Power and had studied the system of Merit cultivation for a long time. He was familiar with several techniques condensed purely from Votive Power and ambient spiritual energy.

A storm was brewing.

That night, Heng Yuze slept soundly. Although he woke up briefly in a semi-conscious state and seemed to see an incredible sight, his mind was too fatigued, and he immediately fell back asleep.

Thus, when he woke up, Heng Yuze couldn’t recall the scene he had witnessed that night, only retaining a vague, blurry impression.

It was another day of bright sunshine.

Heng Yuze checked the food in the refrigerator; it wasn’t enough to satisfy one person and one cat. He checked the delivery apps but worried the meat and vegetables wouldn’t be fresh.

He could make do for himself, but he didn’t want the cat to eat anything stale.

He carefully selected a set of pure black casual wear from his closet, taking off the pink pajamas embroidered with cartoon dandelions.

Bai Chendeng had always refrained from commenting on the hidden girlish heart beneath Heng Yuze’s cold exterior.

The man prepared to go out and buy groceries. He pulled out a black-on-the-outside, white-on-the-inside mask from the cabinet, then softly instructed the cat squatting by the entrance: “Be good, I’m going hunting. You stay here and wait for me.”

Bai Chendeng: “…”

Hunting, indeed.

“Meow—”

A snowy white paw stepped onto Heng Yuze’s trouser leg, and before the man could react, the cat, like a wisp of wind, lightly climbed onto his shoulder.

The cat was medium-sized, though its fluffy fur made it look extremely cute. In reality, it was so light it barely had any weight.

Heng Yuze turned his head, surprised for a moment by Chendeng’s action, then praised, “You’re so agile, good boy.”

“Are you worried about me?”

Bai Chendeng let out a meaningless “Meow.”

The man interpreted it as affirmation.

Heng Yuze had a flaw.

He disliked interacting with people.

Familiar people were fine, but speaking to strangers was like undergoing a tribulation for him.

Because he constantly forced himself to live as normally as possible, for many years, aside from being a bit of a homebody who disliked going out or socializing, nothing seemed amiss to the public.

Of course, such people are generally defined by the public as—socially anxious.

And Heng Yuze was not just generally socially anxious; he suffered from severe social anxiety.

With the cat accompanying him, this outing surprisingly gave him a rare, different feeling.

“Good boy, how about you get inside my embrace?”

As he spoke, he unzipped his jacket, revealing the snowy white lining. Wrapped by the pure black outer layer, it truly looked like a warm, enclosed cat nest.

Although Chendeng was not a rare breed, just an ordinary white cat, he had long since achieved cultivation success. His fur was snowy white, resilient, and lustrous, neither curly nor dull. His small furry face, aside from the deep blue of his eyes and the tender pink of his nose and mouth, was free of any杂色. His physique was well-proportioned, and his posture was incredibly light. He was definitely a uniquely beautiful cat recognizable at a glance.

If he were to ostentatiously let Chendeng sit on his shoulder to go grocery shopping, it would likely result in Chendeng being recognized, leading to constant fan approaches, photos, and videos.

Bai Chendeng clearly understood his thoughts and immediately jumped into his open jacket.

Once the zipper was pulled up, Heng Yuze held the bulging mass against his chest with one hand, while the other opened and closed the door and carried the trash, embarking on his journey.

Leaving the complex, crossing two roads, and walking for a short distance, the market was right before them.

People came and went in the market, but everyone minded their own business and didn’t interact, which gave Heng Yuze a sense of safety, isolated from others.

However, today, the cat hidden inside his jacket attracted some attention.

After feeling the weight on his forearm and the warm comfort radiating from his abdomen, Heng Yuze felt increasingly secure.

Turning two corners and walking to the end, they reached the vegetable and fruit section.

Heng Yuze picked many varieties of vegetables and constantly pondered how to cook the most delicious cat food, completely immersed in his own world.

The man only needed to buy groceries and cook.

The cat had much more to think about.

When Bai Chendeng was pressed against Heng Yuze, Votive Power flowed, essentially giving him a portable charger. He could constantly monitor external movements. Although not as effective as direct observation, it was sufficient for general vigilance.

Contrary to his expectations, Bai Chendeng had thought that Heng Yuze might encounter some sudden incident during this outing. After all, he himself had been targeted by a malicious plot, and the mastermind surely knew he was still alive and wouldn’t miss an opportunity to eliminate him completely.

Yet, the fact was, from the moment they left until Heng Yuze was already paying for the ingredients, not a single thing that could be called strange had occurred.

As the man scanned item after item, preparing to pay, Bai Chendeng listened to the chaotic sounds outside, still not letting down his guard.

The beeping sound from the machine.

The soft whispers of sweet nothings between a couple.

The rustling sound of plastic bags.

The cashier’s tired, unenthusiastic voice.

And a subtle chirping, squeaking sound.

A naturally curly-haired woman nearby, rubbing her eyes, silently picked up a carton of yogurt that had rolled onto the floor.

Heng Yuze paid and carried five large bags of groceries with one hand.

His other hand steadily supported the cat in his arms.

As they headed toward the exit, besides the cashier’s weary checkout sounds, which had become background noise, Bai Chendeng heard a sigh.

“It’s so itchy.”

On the way back, Heng Yuze swiped his card to enter the elevator but bumped into moving company employees who were just entering, carrying large, heavy-looking boxes.

Heng Yuze, a tall and striking young man, was squeezed into a corner by them.

The employee in the red uniform, whose skin looked somewhat rough, spoke muffledly through his mask.

“Sorry about that.”

Heng Yuze subconsciously shook his head and fell silent.

Heng Yuze lived on the 5th floor. The moving company employees left on the 4th floor.

After they left, Heng Yuze opened up.

“It turns out we have new residents moving in downstairs.”

Bai Chendeng couldn’t respond, but the man was happy talking to himself.

“Good taste.”

“Good boy, should we eat shrimp tonight? I bought a lot. I’ll also make you some beef. Too bad I didn’t buy too much fruit; I couldn’t carry any more. The grapes look very sweet this season.”

After the person and the cat finished eating, Heng Yuze slumped in front of the computer desk to edit videos.

Lately, he had been making different kinds of cat food for Chendeng every day and had filmed a lot of footage. He edited enough videos in one go to last a month.

After finishing this, it was already late. There was no livestream tonight, so Heng Yuze lay in bed scrolling on his phone.

After watching a few of Chendeng’s high-view videos, Heng Yuze started getting restless again. One hand quietly tried to sneak over to annoy the cat, insisting on petting Chendeng. Only after being pushed away by a paw was he satisfied.

Tonight’s moonlight was very gentle.

Without the obstruction of clouds, the lunar essence was cast unreservedly onto the earth.

The cat was already snowy white, but under the moonlight, it seemed to faintly glow, exuding a spiritual aura.

Heng Yuze’s mischievous hand had reached the cat’s fur, his fingertips enveloped by the long hair.

Strangely, Chendeng did not reject him tonight.

Heng Yuze was naturally not a benevolent person, so he took the opportunity to shove all five fingers into the long fur, thoroughly indulging himself.

After a while, Bai Chendeng let out a soft cry.

“Meow—”

Have you petted enough?

Then, he pressed the increasingly audacious hand down with his paw.

Heng Yuze dared not move. He could feel his hand being embraced by the fur, and through the fur, he could sense the warm, vital tissue slowly pressing against his palm.

It was the soft belly of the cat he had longed for.

Although he didn’t know why Chendeng was so tolerant tonight, actively offering his abdomen to rest on his palm, how could he not cherish such an opportunity?

Heng Yuze could hear his heart suddenly beating faster, as if something was connecting him and the cat. They shared a heartbeat, and something ethereal was deeply intertwined between them.

The night was quiet. The liquid-like moonlight slowly gathered, being guided to trace runes within his body.

The silver-glowing runes were taking shape. If more lunar essence repeatedly traced them, a sharp lunar wheel might eventually appear.

Fortunately, the night was still long.

Clad in a simple robe woven from silver light, the cat’s eyes reflected the high-hanging bright moon.

This was the scene Heng Yuze had witnessed last night.

Late at night, many light-averse plants gradually became active.

As Bai Chendeng closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, his perception expanded due to the special state of absorbing lunar essence, allowing him to sense something.

Footsteps, somewhat dragging, echoed, mixed with a chirping, squeaking sound, getting closer and closer.

The appearance of abnormal sounds at such an hour clearly indicated something.

“Bang—”

The first sound was sudden.

“Bang—”

It was mechanical and stiff, like a swinging pendulum.

“Bang—”

The contact area increased, and the sound’s location shifted.

“Bang—”

In the dead of night, such terrifying knocking sounds were enough to make one’s liver tremble.

Heng Yuze was jolted awake from a deep, unaware sleep, his eyes snapping open amidst the continuous impact sounds.

He gasped, sitting up. Before he could feel surprised, the numbness in his left arm, like a severed connection, steadied his mind.

“Hiss—”

It was numb from being pressed!

Bai Chendeng showed no guilt, even squatting provocatively right in front of Heng Yuze, perfectly centered in his line of sight.

Heng Yuze sucked in air while forcibly moving his arm. Blood flow returned, like a broken connection being re-established.

The soul-calling knocking had scared him, making his face pale. He didn’t know who the visitor was, or even if they were human.

Hugging the cat that had actively approached him, he groped for his slippers and silently passed through the living room to the entrance.

Heng Yuze gently peered through the peephole.