Chapter 325: Little Jiu: It’s Easy, Just ‘Get Pregnant’ and I’m Good
“Senior Brother Bai, take care—you’ll be missed! I’ll come find you once I’ve had a few days off! And Master, you too—don’t forget to slow down on your way!”
Shui Miao Miao waved her little hand mournfully, eyes filled with the poignant sadness of parting. She looked like she might burst into tears at any moment.
Next to her, Shui Xi Yu kept her cool, her expression as steady as a rock, offering a faint smile and a gentle wave. “Take care, Teacher.”
“Anything happens, just call using the Image Retainer,” Bai Feng said, waving goodbye with all the nonchalance he could muster. Then he boarded the flying boat, and like a disappearing puff of smoke, he was gone from view.
“Sigh… he’s really gone now…,” Shui Miao Miao sighed softly, releasing her grip. Her shoulders sagged. Things had been so hectic lately—too many things happening back-to-back, and Shui Xi Yu had been passing off tasks left and right. She hadn’t had much chance to hang out with Senior Brother Bai, only giving a few swordsmanship pointers here and there.
Oh well, once she returned to Heavenly Sword Sect, she’d find him and play. That’s the plan.
“My little sis, we’re heading out too, right?”
“Yep,” Shui Xi Yu nodded, but the smile on her face had vanished, her eyes dulled like a cloudy sky. The spark was gone.
……
“Hey, I’ve got a great idea,” Little Jiu leaned over Bai Feng’s leg, tilting her head with a mischievous grin.
“Oh? What’s the plan?”
“A clever way to dodge the Monster Tribe in the Southern Region!” Little Jiu beamed with pride, as if she’d just uncovered the secret to world peace. “They’ll come after me because they’re after my bloodline, and since I’m still single, they think I’m fair game. So, I just gotta… pretend to be pregnant!”
Bai Feng blinked in confusion. “What?!”
“Not real pregnancy, of course. Just an excuse! When I say I’m ‘pregnant,’ they’ll think I need me-time and stay away,” Little Jiu explained excitedly, “Otherwise, they’ll keep pestering me like that relentless puppy they are. If I have a fake spouse, they’ll be less brazen. Plus, it helps keep them from getting too obsessive. It’s foolproof!”
Bai Feng’s mouth twitched. “Uh-huh… and you’re planning to choose who as your ‘husband’?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Little Jiu fixed him with a smirk. “The guy’s gotta be someone important—someone who can scare them off just by his mysteriousness. Plus, I only trust people I know well. Strangers? No way.”
Though she knew it was risky—these tigers from the Southern Region could get greedy and try to latch onto her—the alternative was worse: dealing with the relentless, insatiable monsters. So, sacrificing her modesty seemed worth it.
Bai Feng: “…”
Just say my name already.
It’s clear that Little Jiu’s more afraid of those Southern Region monsters than she lets on. Did she seriously think a fox is supposed to be clever? Isn’t that what foxes are famous for? Yet, this nine-tailed fox seems kinda… silly.
Before Bai Feng could retort, Yun Yue Yao strutted over, effortlessly scooping Little Jiu into her arms.
“Eh? Wait! Master, I just wanted him to help me fake a disguise to keep the Southern beasts at bay. That’s all—nothing more,” Little Jiu hurriedly explained with a nervous chuckle, her eyes darting around like a cornered rabbit.
Then she turned and struggled, shouting at Bai Feng, “Bai Feng! Help! Save me from her teeth!!”
Bai Feng: “……”
Wow, some serious self-reflection might be in order.
After this little skirmish, the flying boat finally arrived at the Northern Region’s Heavenly Sword Sect.
Bai Feng slowly disembarked, glancing at the grand view of the sect. A strange sense of calm settled in his heart—yeah, it was dangerous outside, but inside the sect walls, it was safe. Cozy even.
And… he hadn’t been stuffed with Luck Points this trip? Ha! Nice.
After so many battles of wits with the system, he’d finally cracked the code: system, you’re not going to just keep dumping Luck Points into me anymore!
【Ding! Host detected as extremely cunning—using a false identity to deceive the Tiger, interfering with its mood, causing it to make mistakes in cultivation. Reward: +456 Luck Points, increased cultivation speed (mid-Transformation God) achieved).】
Bai Feng: “Huh?”
What the hell, system? What does that even mean?
Hold on—what’s wrong with that tiger? Its cultivation level? How can it have screw-ups in its training?
Meanwhile.
The tiger coughed up bl**d, feeling a burning pain across its body. Tons of spiritual energy flowed wildly inside, nearly tearing it apart. Yet, surprisingly, its body kept repairing itself, fighting to stop the energy from exploding its internal organs.
It had just acquired cultivation techniques and flew into a frenzy to practice. It didn’t know much about cultivation—only that more spiritual energy meant higher cultivation, and higher cultivation meant an easier time finding its kind. So, it gulped down a huge burst of spiritual energy, only to end up like this.
“Roar…!”
It couldn’t help but let out a fierce roar, pain so intense that it nearly lost consciousness. Still, it gritted its teeth, fighting through the agony, resisting the overwhelming spiritual energy.
“What’s going on?”
He Yi rushed over, flashing wide eyes at the scene. Her gaze fixed on the tiger’s internal spiritual energy—buster levels, comparable to early Golden Core stage. The mass of energy couldn’t fit in its Dantian, spilling into its body and swirling chaotically.
Why could this tiger absorb so much spiritual energy? she wondered.
Her face was full of confusion, but her priority was to disperse the excess energy—if she didn’t, the tiger might just get cooked alive.
While guiding the flow of spiritual power, she observed the tiger’s meridians—broad, tough, resilient. That’s why it could ingest so much without exploding.
‘Could it be the divine arm you mentioned earlier?’ she pondered. She guessed it was the only explanation—unless the width of its meridians was due to some divine intervention, no other reason made sense.
She also noticed that the spiritual energy inside the tiger wasn’t randomly rushing—most of it behaved or stayed relatively orderly. Other than that, the energy seemed to be slowly decreasing—albeit gradually.
‘Such a powerful body, so strong-willed,’ she thought marveling. This tiger’s potential might be far greater than they imagined.
Seeing this, she decided to shift her approach: instead of dispersing the spiritual energy, she would guide it to be absorbed and utilized.
She was curious—how much could the tiger’s cultivation rise after absorbing so much spiritual energy?
Soon, under her guidance, the tiger’s brows relaxed slightly, and its cultivation quietly advanced.
