The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 55
byChapter 55
Zheng Shu was chewing on a blade of grass, scrolling through videos, and displaying a fanatical smile as he watched the adorable sight of the little white cat on his screen flicking its tail.
Lately, a trend of secretly watching kitten videos had swept through the Hetong Branch.
As a new fan, Zheng Shu was at the peak of his obsession, glued to his phone every day. Fortunately, he had nothing else to do and no missions.
While scrolling, Bai Qi messaged him, telling him to pack up and join the team for deployment.
Zheng Shu immediately asked, “Is Bai Chendeng going?”
Bai Qi knew exactly what the cadres had been thinking lately. Daemons like Bai Chendeng were indeed very attractive to young people—and middle-aged people—who were inexperienced in the world. However, humans and daemons walked different paths. If you didn’t have the skill, don’t take on the job. Not everyone could make a Great Daemon willingly drop their guard; you needed at least the determination to sacrifice your life.
Bai Qi tapped his screen and informed him that Bai Chendeng was also going.
The blade of grass dropped to the floor.
Zheng Shu immediately sent a voice message: “I’m coming!!!”
On the plane, Zheng Shu brought pudding, every flavor imaginable.
He arrived at the first-class cabin full of excitement, only to see that the Bai Chendeng he was thinking of was already surrounded by many delicious snacks. The treats were sweet but not cloying, and the packaging looked familiar—the kind the Administration’s logistics department always used. Compared to his store-bought pudding, the handmade treats clearly showed more sincerity.
Heng Yuze tucked the edge of the blanket around him and gently coaxed, “Sleep for a while first. I’ll wake you when we arrive.”
Bai Chendeng squinted, gave a small yawn, tilted his head, and fell asleep.
Heng Yuze patted him carefully. Only after he was sound asleep did he look up at the petrified Zheng Shu.
This was already the third person who had come looking for trouble.
Heng Yuze scoffed internally—wishful thinking.
The bond between Chendeng and him was something these latecomers could never understand.
This was the first time Zheng Shu had suffered such a slight. Usually, he didn’t mind being called a spoiled brat or a second-generation Daoist with no real ability but good connections, as it was the truth. But now, the appearance of Heng Yuze, who was handsomer, stronger, and better at winning favor than him, truly broke his composure.
He didn’t care when colleagues mocked him because he didn’t value their opinions.
But for the little white cat, he was genuinely interested.
Bai Qi sneered, kicking his shin with his toe. He whispered, “Go back. Stop standing there like an idiot.”
Zheng Shu returned to his seat and heard another cold laugh.
His eyes were vacant: “You’re laughing at me too.”
Che Deze said gloomily, “He already has someone by his side. Give up your unrealistic fantasies.”
Zheng Shu slumped back.
Hope was lost.
They got off the plane and arrived at Xiangxing Town.
The Administration directly rented a large bus to transport the cadres into Kuju Village.
The Person on the Sedan had calculated that they would start their journey from a certain point in Xiangxing Town and would arrive later than them.
Therefore, the first thing Bai Chendeng and the others did upon reaching Kuju Village was to visit Feng Chengji.
Pu Tao had previously arranged to eat with them, but the plan fell through when Heng Yuze had his accident.
After receiving news that Bai and Heng were coming to Kuju Village, the two humans and one daemon gathered, bought ingredients in advance, and waited in the greenhouse.
Heng Yuze was lively and energetic, his physical fitness evident. Meanwhile, the team members who had come to support the Hetong District with him were still recuperating and did not need to come to Kuju Village.
Excellent.
Heng Yuze reported to Bai Qi and temporarily left the team. As a Great Daemon providing external support, ensuring Bai Chendeng’s mood was also a top priority.
Watching the backs of Bai and Heng as they left, the young cadres couldn’t help but feel miserable.
Zheng Shu’s eyelids drooped.
Bai Qi slapped the back of his head, frustrated by his lack of ambition: “Cheer up.”
Zheng Shu replied weakly, “Yes—”
The two of them went off to enjoy themselves, leaving them to do the work.
You didn’t know the difference until you compared them. The gap between people was truly astonishing!
The Person on the Sedan arrived at Kuju in the afternoon. The sedan was steadily carried into the village and went straight to the Daoist temple.
When he activated his spiritual vision, he was stunned by the overwhelming, sky-covering array patterns in his sight, unable to recover for a long time.
Time: Evening.
Location: The open space in the greenhouse.
Heng Yuze was tidying up miscellaneous items, having cleared a large open space in Feng Chengji’s yard.
Bai Chendeng was looking at the flowers in the greenhouse, occasionally touching petals and leaves. When inspiration struck, he would cup a flower bud in his hand. A silver light would flash, and the bud would slowly bloom, like a magic trick.
Heng Yuze secretly watched him. Seeing him enjoying himself, his heart softened.
The voice arrived before the person.
Zheng Lang called out from a distance, “Brother Heng! Chendeng!”
Heng Yuze put down a bag of potting soil, clapped the dirt off his hands, and replied, “Brother Zheng!”
The courtyard gate opened, and Zheng Lang walked in, carrying six full bags of meat and vegetables. His eyes scanned the area, spotting Heng Yuze rolling up his sleeves to work and Bai Chendeng slowly rising from in front of the flowers. He was pleasantly surprised.
“Hahaha, long time no see! I missed you guys so much!”
Feng Chengji and Pu Tao were also carrying several bags, with five or six large scallions sticking out.
Heng Yuze saw Pu Tao and paused, then looked at Bai Chendeng: “Chendeng, this is…”
Bai Chendeng raised an eyebrow: “Grapevine. Just call him Pu Tao.”
Pu Tao laughed heartily, rushed over with his bags, and tried to give Bai Chendeng a big hug, but Bai Chendeng dodged him in disgust.
Zheng Lang was all smiles, just like when he watched the white cat and the green vine play before.
Pu Tao was beaming, his youthful face looking a little more lewd: “When I went to take my ID photo, the Boss blurted out ‘Grape,’ so I’ve been called Pu Tao ever since!”
When his embarrassing past was revealed, Bai Chendeng pretended not to hear. That little expression of forced composure was something Heng Yuze could never get enough of.
After the group had their fun, they realized they hadn’t put down the bags in their hands.
Feng Chengji sighed with emotion: “It’s rare for the greenhouse to be this lively.”
Pu Tao squeezed in on Bai Chendeng’s left and said ingratiatingly, “Boss, Old Feng has a new partner!”
Bai Chendeng’s eyes slowly moved to his cuff.
“A flower daemon?”
Pu Tao clapped: “As expected of the Boss!”
Feng Chengji chuckled, raising his arm. Something was moving inside his sleeve.
“Little Ju, don’t be afraid.”
The Bitter Chrysanthemum in the sleeve: “…”
It was scared to death!!!
The little fellow moved, but only shrank further inside, not daring to peek out.
Pu Tao took out a glass bottle containing a thin layer of golden sand—the treasure Bai Chendeng had obtained from the Administration a year ago: “Little Ju, Little Ju, come out quickly—”
Under the temptation of the treasure, the little Bitter Chrysanthemum daemon finally crawled out of the cuff.
A purple flower, slightly larger than a fingernail, was connected to a stem and leaves. The leaves were slender, and the stem was tender.
As soon as it appeared, it climbed onto Feng Chengji’s hand, its leaves pressed against his palm. Only the flower swayed toward Bai Chendeng, as if in submission.
Feng Chengji explained, “Little Ju is bowing to the Boss.”
There was no need to say who the Boss was.
Zheng Lang laughed so hard he nearly hit the floor.
Bai Chendeng’s face darkened. He took the bottle from Pu Tao’s hand and tossed it to the Bitter Chrysanthemum daemon.
The Bitter Chrysanthemum daemon did a somersault, caught the glass bottle mid-air, then bowed to Bai Chendeng again, and even bloomed several bitter chrysanthemums—one, two, three, four, five—the number was just right.
Night fell, and the barbecue grill was set up.
Feng Chengji went inside to rummage for some cushions, saving them from sitting on the wooden stools, which were too narrow, high, and hard.
The group started threading skewers. Bai Chendeng wanted to help, but Heng Yuze handed him a pudding: “Help me eat this.”
Feng Chengji was reminded by him and stuffed all the local specialties he had in his bag into Bai Chendeng’s arms.
Zheng Lang laughed while being unhelpful, joining Pu Tao in surrounding Bai Chendeng with small snacks.
It truly became a ritual of worshipping the Great Cat Immortal.
Great Cat Immortal above, bless us with a great feast!
Bai Chendeng moved, and a pudding rolled out from his arm.
“…”
Only when he saw Chendeng struggling with the pile of snacks did Heng Yuze feel comfortable starting to grill the meat.
The aroma was rich, and the smell of spices whetted their appetites.
Just as Heng Yuze was about to finish grilling the first batch of skewers, uninvited guests arrived.
The sedan was in front, the cadres behind.
The Person on the Sedan stopped outside the courtyard gate.
Che Deze spoke on their behalf: “Mr. Bai, Team Leader Heng!”
Everyone in the courtyard was startled.
Feng Chengji and Zheng Lang had even carried the sedan for the big shot before. The two of them launched into action, opening the courtyard gate on the left and right, inviting the Person on the Sedan inside.
Heng Yuze, one hand holding a skewer and the other a basting brush, was about to stand up when Bai Chendeng pressed him down.
Bai Chendeng’s voice was steady: “Why are you here?”
After being carried in, the Person on the Sedan actually stepped out of the sedan. His long robe trailed behind him, like he was in a movie, as he gracefully stepped onto the ground. His eyes swept over the scene, and he sneered, “Are you holding a worship ceremony here?”
Bai Chendeng’s expression immediately darkened.
Heng Yuze looked at Bai Chendeng, then at the Person on the Sedan, and then at the colleagues behind him who were winking and making faces. He dismissed other thoughts and focused on watching the human and the cat bicker.
The Person on the Sedan hooked a wooden stool with his foot, pulled it over, and sat down quite naturally. He then took a sweet cake from Bai Chendeng’s arms, unwrapped it, and took a bite.
Heng Yuze lowered his eyes and continued to cosplay as the humble chef.
Che Deze began directing the cadres to work, busy around the barbecue grill.
However, this group of cadres, who were skilled at fighting and writing papers, were utterly useless in the kitchen. Only Che Deze was somewhat proficient; the rest were simply wasting ingredients, eventually forcing themselves to eat meat that was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside.
In no time, everyone was busy.
The Person on the Sedan raised an eyebrow and asked Bai Chendeng, “Aren’t you going to help?”
Coincidentally, Heng Yuze handed him a handful of perfectly grilled skewers.
Bai Chendeng curled his lips: “I’ll just wait to eat.”
The Person on the Sedan couldn’t help but smile.
The atmosphere, initially tense, began to relax.
The Person on the Sedan was indeed not some rigid big shot. He even cracked jokes, though most of them were at Bai Chendeng’s expense, prompting the latter to finally say, “Can’t eating shut your mouth?”
Whether the others enjoyed the meal was known only to themselves.
But the Person on the Sedan certainly had his fill of fun, teasing the cat and watching the spectacle.
As he was leaving, Heng Yuze was quietly comforting Bai Chendeng, his fingers lightly resting on his shoulder. He didn’t dare to embrace him brazenly, but his intentions were clear.
The Person on the Sedan said reservedly, “Thank you for the hospitality.”
Bai Chendeng didn’t back down: “Next time, you can treat us.”
“Deal.”
He agreed.
And he was very much looking forward to the future of these two.
The Person on the Sedan returned to the Daoist temple, taking in the vast, intricate array that seemed to cover the sky.
At night, the motorcade sped along the winding mountain road, bringing the old experts from the Array Department.
More than twenty array masters, all over fifty years old, began meticulously dissecting and surveying the grand array at the Daoist temple with assistance. The project was massive, something only the well-resourced Administration could undertake.
The Person on the Sedan took command, overseeing the entire operation. During this time, several minor daemons were captured, and the captured individuals immediately committed suicide.
The Person on the Sedan instantly cast a divination. The Administration quickly dispatched personnel to a certain county in the same province, eliminating two Great Daemons and thirteen minor daemons. After this, there were no further attempts at probing.