The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Being scolded actually made Heng Yuze quite happy.

He didn’t like it when Chendeng kept his distance; he liked seeing Chendeng look vibrant and spirited.

“You haven’t changed in my heart either.”

Bai Chendeng: “?”

Heng Yuze smiled: “Still very formidable, very smart, very calm, and very gentle.”

“Smooth talker.”

Why hadn’t Bai Chendeng noticed his true nature before?

Just over a year ago, he was still a social phobic who needed mental preparation just to leave the house. Now, he communicates with other captains without issue, handles situations with ease, and even leads his own team on missions—he has truly grown.

Wait, when they first met, this person called him “good boy”…

“Improper.”

Being scolded so seriously as “improper,” Heng Yuze suddenly clutched his chest, feeling like he had awakened some new attribute.

The crisis was temporarily resolved, entering a period of gentle cleanup. Heng Yuze only felt that time was passing too quickly, too quickly—so fast that his heart couldn’t handle such intense stimulation. All the suffering and hardship of the past year had become necessary steps to attain happiness, making him feel sweet and utterly captivated.

“Say more…”

Bai Chendeng didn’t hear clearly: “What?”

Heng Yuze suddenly looked up, whispering like a devil: “Say more…”

Bai Chendeng froze, then his face flushed red. He felt that Heng Yuze was both perverse and unreasonable.

He turned away, presenting his back to him, unmoved by Heng Yuze’s apologies.

It was already night when they returned to the Administration Bureau.

The lights formed a continuous stretch, piercing the darkness. The neon glow of the city brought a modern atmosphere, temporarily driving away the terror left in the mountains.

Heng Yuze finished his check-up and waited for Bai Chendeng at the door. When he saw him emerge, he proactively approached him to ask him out for a meal.

Bai Chendeng said flatly: “It’s too late.”

Heng Yuze persisted: “Then tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow noon.”

Noon was good. He knew the little white cat liked to sleep until the sun was high in the sky.

“Sounds great.”

Seeing his mischievous smile, Bai Chendeng frowned, feeling that he was losing his authority in front of Heng Yuze, despite how polite he had been when they first met.

“I’m going back.”

Seeing him about to leave, Heng Yuze took three steps in two, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

It was a simple action, yet it took him a year to achieve.

“Chendeng, the Hetong dorms aren’t as good as Quying’s. Come to my place. I rented an apartment nearby, not far from here.”

Bai Chendeng looked at him with a half-smile: “If the Administration Bureau dares to give me a shabby dorm, I’ll tear this place down.”

Other cadres were waiting for results in the corridor, their ears already perked up, listening to the conversation between the Administration Bureau’s rising star, Captain Heng, and the mysterious Great Demon. Hearing this, their hair stood on end.

A threat? This was definitely a threat!

Bai Qi’s phone vibrated. Seeing the message from his subordinate, he couldn’t stop laughing.

Che Deze held a stack of documents and asked him, “Director?”

Bai Qi waved his hand, laughing as he spoke: “Arrange a better room for our great hero. Go arrange it. Switch him to a room in the Yulong Pavilion.”

Che Deze accepted the order.

With its elegant pavilions and rustic garden scenery, the Administration Bureau loved to indulge in such pretentious aesthetics.

Bai Chendeng walked along the covered walkway, hands tucked into his sleeves.

Cool water flowed in the ponds on both sides, with fish occasionally visible.

“The Administration Bureau has many eyes. I just said that, and arrangements were made immediately.”

He said lightly: “You people are quick.”

Che Deze chuckled: “Please don’t mind it, Mr. Bai. It’s not exactly a special arrangement. Yulong Pavilion was previously designated for human cultivators. The spiritual energy here is abundant, and most Great Demons actually find the environment unsuitable.”

Bai Chendeng took a deep breath of spiritual energy, which whetted his appetite: “Tell Heng Yuze to cook lunch tomorrow.”

“Yes, I will inform him.”

Bai Chendeng slept soundly on the large bed until the alarm clock woke him up. He groggily climbed out of bed.

After getting up, his arms and legs ached. Bai Chendeng almost fell back onto the bed, but the aroma of food drew his consciousness back.

“Mm…”

He splashed water on his face, the cold droplets stimulating him until he was fully awake.

He pushed open the door and entered the central hall. Heng Yuze, having removed his apron, said with surprise, “Chendeng, you’re awake?”

He pulled out a chair, and after Bai Chendeng sat down, he asked, “Did I wake you?”

Bai Chendeng looked at the table full of dishes, his feelings complex: “Have you been busy for long?”

He’s worried about me.

Heng Yuze thought this, and the feeling of satisfaction almost overwhelmed his reason.

“No, I cook quickly. Hurry and try some.”

Bai Chendeng picked up his chopsticks and started eating. Heng Yuze served him soup. After that, he rested his chin on his hand and watched him, the soft affection in his eyes almost impossible to hide.

“Do you want shrimp? I can peel it for you, if you don’t mind.”

Bai Chendeng swallowed his mouthful and said, “Don’t bother with me.”

Heng Yuze understood—that meant he didn’t mind.

He began peeling shrimp, his fingers flying, moving extremely fast.

Bai Chendeng watched his movements, finding them familiar.

“Are you this fast when practicing techniques?”

Heng Yuze paused, realizing he might have gotten carried away and was peeling shrimp as if he were fighting.

“Haha, sorry. But I do have a bit of talent in techniques.”

It was more than just a bit of talent; he was extremely talented.

Though, he still couldn’t beat a Great Demon. If they truly sparred, he’d be on the ground within twenty moves.

Bai Chendeng withdrew his gaze and picked up a peeled shrimp.

“How does it taste?”

Bai Chendeng replied indistinctly: “Not bad.”

After a year, tasting his cooking again, Bai Chendeng couldn’t help but eat more. By human standards, he had consumed the equivalent of three adult meals.

Whew.

So full.

After eating, Bai Chendeng sat in the pavilion to bask in the sun.

As he sunbathed, he almost fell asleep. Seeing this, Heng Yuze fetched a blanket and wrapped him up.

Perhaps because he was used to absorbing the sun’s essence while basking, the spiritual fish in the pond sensed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and spontaneously gathered nearby. Heng Yuze watched in amazement, gently patting Bai Chendeng’s back with a touch as light as a feather skimming water—extremely tender.

Bai Chendeng lifted his eyelids, watching the fish through the slits. After a while, he couldn’t hold on any longer, his head tilted, and he fell asleep.

The wooden chair in the pavilion wasn’t particularly comfortable, but the environment was suitable, the temperature was perfect, and the sound of flowing water, rustling leaves, and birdsong was like a lullaby.

Heng Yuze, however, heard none of that. In his ears, there was only Chendeng’s soft, shallow breathing. Being so close, he could even see the tiny downy hairs on his face.

His skin was very fair and delicate; he was afraid a touch might leave a red mark. Yet, the person before him was a Great Demon, the kind who could shatter a barrier with a single kick.

So powerful, yet so fragile.

Heng Yuze heard the little person in his heart saying—”Heng Yuze, you’re doomed! You’ve fallen in love!”

He was going to be stuck on this little white cat for the rest of his life.

When Bai Chendeng woke up, he was still momentarily confused about where he was. Opening his eyes, the dim sunlight was a little harsh.

The warm light shone on them, dispelling some of the coolness.

Heng Yuze reached out to shield him from the direct light and said softly, “Shall we go back?”

Bai Chendeng stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then nodded dazedly: “Mm.”

The Administration Bureau organized the information regarding the field of crops. They didn’t require secrecy but asked them not to spread the news casually.

Another day passed, and the person in the sedan arrived at the Hetong Administration Bureau.

The procession was still grand, carried by four bearers.

However, once they reached the Bureau’s grounds, he lifted the curtain and stepped out himself.

It was said that this person’s cultivation technique was unusual, requiring him to stay in the sedan chair at all times. Only in extremely rare, safe places could he feel secure enough to disembark.

Apart from those who absolutely couldn’t spare the time, all the cadres of the Administration Bureau rushed over to witness the demeanor of the Nation-Guarding Great Power.

The person in the sedan did not disappoint them. He wore a simple, ancient robe, his black hair reaching his waist. His face was proper and solemn. He held a bamboo divination cylinder containing dozens of sticks, looking unlike a mortal.

He himself wasn’t overly imposing and even greeted a group of young cadres, eliciting a chorus of excited cries, which made the leaders cover their faces helplessly.

Heng Yuze was still immersed in his gentle haven and unwilling to wake up, so his colleague helped him sober up.

Che Deze invited Bai Chendeng to meet the person in the sedan.

After Bai Chendeng left, Che Deze folded his arms and looked down at Heng Yuze. The inner hall now had many soft blankets, and a sweet scent lingered in the air. The residual domestic atmosphere made him envious and sour.

“Captain Heng, you’re living quite comfortably.”

Heng Yuze replied without reservation: “I am.”

Bai Chendeng arrived at the reception hall and saw the person in the sedan and Bai Qi.

They had just finished communicating with the higher-ups. Bai Qi knew Bai Chendeng disliked human meetings and verbal sparring, so he hadn’t called him earlier. Only when it was just him and the person in the sedan did he ask Che Deze to notify him.

The aroma of tea hadn’t dissipated. A fresh pot of tea and some candies were placed on the table by the wall.

The person in the sedan saw him arrive, his eyes smiling. There was no sign of the guardedness or reserve expected of a Nation-Guarding cultivator: “Little Bai is here.”

“…”

Bai Chendeng wanted to say that he had a name.

But if the first thing he said to this person was just that, it would be too petty. So, he nodded and sat down on the sofa.

Bai Qi proactively poured tea for the two of them and slipped two candies to Bai Chendeng.

The person in the sedan let out a low laugh, though it was unclear what he was laughing at.

“Regarding that field of crops… before I left, I saw human figures appearing inside.”

Bai Chendeng spoke directly, stating what he had seen.

This was new intelligence.

Immediately, the two of them lost the inclination to tease the cat and instead asked for details.

Bai Chendeng naturally told them the truth and admitted that this was not the first time he had seen such bizarre and terrifying crops.

The person in the sedan looked troubled: “I didn’t expect you to have so much contact with this thing.”

Bai Chendeng calmly shook his head: “Not direct contact. The last time I saw it was in a photograph.”

“A photograph?”

The person in the sedan was surprised: “These crops are not of the mortal world. They connect to an extremely terrifying region. Even cultivators are shaken to their core just by looking at them. Electronic devices malfunction near them. How could a photograph be left behind…”

Bai Qi felt his hair stand on end listening to this.

Bai Chendeng explained: “The existence that left the photograph likely has a cultivation level exceeding yours and mine.”

The person in the sedan’s expression softened: “A Demon Immortal, or perhaps an Earth Immortal.”

“A Demon Immortal.”

Bai Chendeng made his judgment, then asked, “How does the Administration Bureau plan to deal with this area?”

The person in the sedan shook his head: “After sealing it, we will designate the area as a forbidden zone. But this is merely a stopgap measure, a helpless choice.”

Bai Chendeng pondered for a moment, then said, “There is one place I hope you will look into.”

“What is it?”

“Kuju Village.”