The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 59
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The black lacquer car drove into the village. Heng Yuze followed the description in his memory and arrived at the empty house whose owners had moved away.
The Grapevine was growing exceptionally well along the trellis.
Heng Yuze got out of the car, pinched a curled vine tip, and gave it a tug.
No reaction.
He lifted Chendeng up so Chendeng could reach the leaves.
Bai Chendeng, being cooperative, swiped at a leaf before retracting his paw.
Heng Yuze found this adorable and gently squeezed his little furry paw.
“Good boy, so good at grabbing.”
Bai Chendeng: “…”
They settled down in the village.
That night, Heng Yuze carried the cat to the Grapevine.
Circling the vine a few times, Heng Yuze cleared his throat: “What a pity. Since you haven’t developed sentience, I’ll just have to transplant you and take you away. At least we’ll get to eat some big grapes.”
Upon hearing this, the Grapevine’s branches and leaves rustled, moving without wind.
In the blink of an eye, a cluster of the best and largest grapes, growing at the very top, was lowered by the vine, landing right in front of Heng Yuze.
Heng Yuze held up Chendeng. Chendeng was silent for a moment, then resignedly used his paw to swipe at the grapes again.
Heng Yuze let out a slight exhale, a suppressed laugh, then held the cat with one arm and picked the grapes with his free hand.
“Hmm, since you’ve developed sentience, I won’t dig up your roots and transplant you for now. You must work hard on your cultivation. Ahem, fifty years… no, transform into human form within thirty years, or I’ll transplant you and keep you as a potted plant.”
A potted plant???
That would be the death of the vine!
The vine flatteringly lowered more grapes. Heng Yuze couldn’t hold any more and left with a meaningful smile.
The next morning, the Bureau bought the courtyard, buried fertilizer near the Grapevine, and set up a barrier outside the empty house.
Congratulations! The Grapevine could now cultivate in peace without disturbance.
Hopefully, it would strive hard to transform into a human within thirty years, thus avoiding the fate of becoming a potted plant.
After driving away, Heng Yuze offered the grapes to Chendeng to play with. Chendeng was a dignified cat and completely unmoved, so Heng Yuze could only hold the cat and look at the map.
While he was looking, the car braked suddenly.
Heng Yuze smelled a faint scent of incense sticks.
There had been an accident ahead.
When Heng Yuze got out of the car, he saw two small boys scrambling out of the crowd and running straight toward him. As they got closer and he saw their faces clearly, Heng Yuze was stunned.
These two boys looked incredibly familiar: they were Yuan Zhiyi, the baby-faced scion of an aristocratic family, and Zheng Shu, the delusional second-generation rich kid.
Yuan Zhiyi tripped Zheng Shu, then ran over giggling, clutching a gold ingot. He tossed the gold ingot onto Chendeng, who was in Heng Yuze’s arms, and ran off again.
Zheng Shu sniffled, his face bruised from the fall. He clutched a silver ingot, scrambling to throw it at Chendeng. Immediately afterward, he seemed to be caught by some invisible force and vanished. Heng Yuze heard the wailing plea of an adult man in his ear, which sounded only once before fading away.
Heng Yuze was silent for a moment, then poked Chendeng.
“You’ve managed to provoke quite a few people in places I can’t see.”
Bai Chendeng thought he was being nonsensical, so he flipped over, his paw naturally stepping on Heng Yuze’s chest.
Heng Yuze lost his temper after being stepped on, his heart tingling.
They continued their journey.
They arrived at Xiangxing Town.
The mountain roads were difficult. After entering the mountains, they were constantly jostled inside the car like canned goods. The road was uneven and dangerous, but fortunately, the driver sent by the Bureau was very experienced and safely delivered them to Shen’an Village.
This was Shen’an Village, which was later renamed Kuju Village.
Heng Yuze thought: If this place were to be renamed, it should have been called Bitter Chicory Village, or Mountain Guardian Village, or Qingjun Village. It was somehow mistakenly named Kuju Village (Chrysanthemum Village).
The village rarely welcomed outsiders, especially such well-dressed and prosperous ones. The villagers were like desert travelers who had been thirsty for a long time, flocking forward, trying to draw moisture.
Heng Yuze led his people to the Daoist temple. The grand formation had not yet taken shape, and the statue of the Mountain Guardian Qingjun was still properly enshrined in the temple.
When they broke into the hall, the old Daoist priest was near death, and the young junior priest was supporting him, his face full of indignation.
Heng Yuze held Chendeng, his gaze seeing through everything, causing a chill to run up the junior priest’s spine.
“It’s him. Take him away.”
The junior priest was escorted away. The old Daoist priest seemed to know the reason and was at the end of his life.
Just then, the Qingjun statue manifested. A faint green light, like dancing motes, drifted out and entered the dying body of the old Daoist priest.
In the Daoist temple, there had only ever been one Daoist priest and one Mountain God.
The disaster caused by a moment of kindness was nipped in the bud before it could erupt. After this, no ghost domain would appear, and no poverty or disease would arise.
Upon arriving in the village, the village chief called a meeting.
Heng Yuze stood beside the village chief, holding the cat in his arms. The cat’s blue eyes were magnificent, its fur long and fine, like a mountain spirit or strange charm, causing the villagers to stare in astonishment.
The Bureau brought an agreement. The government would take the lead in establishing a tourist village, and after repairing the mountain road, Shen’an Village would be designated as the first pilot village.
As for the tourism theme, they chose the bitter chrysanthemum, hoping that Shen’an Village would be as resilient and indomitable as the bitter chrysanthemum, radiating cultural brilliance in the Remote Mountains and Forests.
Feng Chengji’s grandfather was mixed in the crowd, squinting his eyes with great joy.
His wife, standing beside him, was already pregnant with a child. Good fortune would soon arrive.
Leaving Shen’an Village, they headed toward Dakangpo.
Feng Yuying was holding one child and had another following behind her, her face full of worry.
Heng Yuze didn’t get out of the car but fell into silence.
Bai Chendeng looked out the car window, his round eyes pure, unsure if he was looking at people or scenery.
Heng Yuze gave a few instructions to the Bureau staff, then held the cat tightly with both hands, pulling him into his embrace.
“What is Chendeng looking at?”
“Meow.”
Heng Yuze chuckled softly: “I still don’t understand. Why don’t you tell me yourself once we get out? Whatever you want to see, hear, eat, or play with, you can tell me.”
Bai Chendeng stiffened and turned his head to look at him.
Heng Yuze tapped his nose.
“I’ve chased you all the way here. You should know my intentions by now.”
That single sentence caused a storm in Bai Chendeng’s mind, nearly causing him to crash.
Heng Yuze didn’t push too hard, giving Chendeng enough time to think.
A new teacher arrived at Dakangpo, who particularly enjoyed giving the children moral education. At the same time, a smiling veterinarian arrived, who loved catching cats and dogs for sterilization.
Hearing about cat sterilization, Bai Chendeng looked pointedly at Heng Yuze. Heng Yuze gave a dry laugh: “Don’t catch white cats.”
Bai Chendeng was so annoyed he gave him a scratch.
Heng Yuze, sporting the cat scratch mark on his face, began to coax the cat.
The scent of incense reappeared.
This time, a sturdy, tiger-headed boy suddenly appeared, clutching a flower. He ran over quickly, tossed the flower to Heng Yuze, and immediately ran off again.
Heng Yuze mentally thanked Brother Zheng while handing the flower to Chendeng.
A flower.
What did Heng Yuze mean by this?
Should he accept it or not?
Bai Chendeng shuddered, watching the flower get closer and closer. Finally, Heng Yuze shamelessly placed the flower on the cat’s body.
Heng Yuze declared definitively: “If you accept my flower, you are my cat.”
Bai Chendeng bristled for the first time!
“Meow—”
That’s unreasonable!
In his agitation, the gold and silver ingots tucked into Heng Yuze’s pocket, along with the flower, simultaneously vanished, entering Bai Chendeng’s body.
Bai Chendeng’s entire body erupted in a soft white light. He jumped out of Heng Yuze’s arms and transformed into his human form right there.
The familiar young man appeared.
Bai Chendeng was surprised to have transformed again, but also had a terrible headache.
Heng Yuze’s eyes flashed fiercely, looking as if he wanted to devour the person in front of him.
“You took my flower, so you are my person.”
Bai Chendeng took half a step back: “Nonsense, utter nonsense!”
Heng Yuze grinned menacingly: “Are you going back on your word just because you became an immortal?”
Bai Chendeng took another half step back: “I… I’m not going back on my word…”
Heng Yuze pressed closer: “Do you agree or not?”
Why does he keep asking and asking!
Bai Chendeng’s mind was a mess.
Heng Yuze had entered his heart demon tribulation; how could he not know what Heng Yuze’s true feelings for him were?
Ah—
Bai Chendeng’s mind went blank—”I, I agree—”
Heng Yuze’s plan succeeded. He wrapped his arm around the youth’s waist and pulled him into an embrace.
In this winter, there was nothing warmer than his embrace.
All of Bai Chendeng’s resistance and anxiety vanished in this hug, and he felt as if he might melt into such tenderness and love.
Sensing the youth gradually relaxing, Heng Yuze tightened his arms.
Their chests were pressed close. Bai Chendeng could feel Heng Yuze’s heart beating strongly, one beat after another—”thump,” “thump.”
If he didn’t push a little, the little white cat would hide again, always trying to escape when faced with something unfamiliar he didn’t want to confront—so cunning.
Heng Yuze whispered close to his ear: “You are my cat now.”
The warm breath hitting his earlobe sent a series of fine shivers down his spine.
Bai Chendeng buried his face in Heng Yuze’s neck, utterly shy, and gently nodded. Then he immediately added: “You are my person now.”
Heng Yuze was unable to suppress the wild joy of becoming the little white cat’s person.
The heart demon tribulation was over.
The world began to collapse.
Heng Yuze held his little white cat tightly. Bai Chendeng held his human tightly.
Heng Yuze’s eyes were moist: “See you in a moment.”
Bai Chendeng nodded: “Mhm, I want to… see you the moment I open my eyes.”
Before his consciousness faded, Heng Yuze’s thought was—amazing, the little white cat is very good at being direct.
In Jing City, a rare late-winter sunny day appeared.
The sky was pure, without a trace of impurity.
Suddenly—purple energy came from the east. At the edge of the sky, nine Luan birds appeared, with long blue tails and full wings. Their clear cries pierced through the streets and alleys, startling pedestrians.
“What is that?”
“Hiss—such big birds, so beautiful?”
“Quick! Record it!”
At the Criminal Investigation Team, Captain Su had finally sent that batch of economic criminals away, and there were still stacks of documents taller than a person waiting for them to process.
“What’s that sound?”
“Captain, come quick! There are divine birds outside!”
The police officers, dizzy from writing reports, rushed to the corridor like cats smelling fish, looking out through the glass.
“Wow! What is that?”
“Make a wish! I wish for paid long leave, ahhh!”
Captain Su watched the divine birds fly past, and the anxiety in his heart was soothed.
He laughed heartily: “Granted! Once this batch of documents is processed, everyone gets three days off!”
It was technically within the normal procedure.
But everyone was infected by the atmosphere and clapped in celebration, giving him face: “Captain is generous! We’re getting a holiday!”
“Huo—”
At the Bureau, in the high-level conference room, the leaders stood with great composure, hands behind their backs, watching the Luan birds celebrate, sighing with emotion: “A great roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring ninety thousand miles high!”
“Indeed, extraordinary. The first demon immortal to break through in thirty years, haha…”
“Alright, let’s wait for the birth of another nation-protecting cultivator. Buy one, get one free. Someone can finally go solve the problems in the south.”
The leaders exchanged glances, catching the satisfaction of a successful investment in each other’s eyes.
—Plan successful!
“Ahem.”
A young cultivator reminded them: “Stop daydreaming, let’s get back to work.”
The heroic spirit that had just been displayed was instantly punctured. Dreams were beautiful, but endless tedious tasks awaited their attention.
A life of toil, a destiny of labor.
“Ha… haha…”
“Come on, let’s work…”
The young cultivator added: “Remember to send two large gifts over.”
One to celebrate the birth of the demon immortal, and one for the future cultivators’ union.