Chapter 502: The Shrunk-Down Tiger Yi Yi
“Whoa, close call—almost late!”
A familiar voice whispered in He Yi’s ear, instantly making her breathe a sigh of relief. Her legs buckled, and she hurriedly propped herself up with her spear before face-planting into the ground.
Up in the sky, the flying vessel’s “cannon barrel” revealed itself, gathering spiritual Qi slowly. As the hatch swung open, a stream of cultivators spilled out like dumplings from a steamer, riding flying swords straight onto the battlefield below.
The bl**d Robe Cultivator narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, then without hesitation, drew his sword and lunged toward the spot where Tiger Yi Yi was. She instinctively clenched her fist ready to punch, but faced with the bl**d-colored glow on the blade, suddenly she felt like she was standing in a lake of bl**d. Vengeful spirits reached out, grabbing her legs, trying to drag her into the bloody depths.
While she was momentarily stunned, the bl**d Robe Cultivator drew near.
Ping!
Just as his bl**d-red sword was about to stab her, an ordinary-looking long sword blocked his attack.
“Who?”
The bl**d Robe Cultivator furrowed his brow, staring down the blade to its hilt, until finally, he looked at the person wielding the sword.
“Can’t let you hurt her.”
Otherwise, the system would stuff more luck points into her again. Though he was pretty much over it already, avoiding that kind of system push was still a good idea.
Bai Feng raised his hand and flicked, forcing the bl**d Robe Cultivator back several steps.
‘That strength…’
The bl**d Robe Cultivator’s heart trembled silently. He hadn’t even used his favorite move, yet this guy just casually pushed him away with a flick. Clearly, his strength wasn’t simple.
“Is that Bai Feng? That guy who’s caused Head Black Lotus so much trouble!”
At this point, the Divine Monarch among the gods seemed to recognize Bai Feng’s identity and quickly shouted to the others.
Once they learned Bai Feng’s identity, the bl**d Robe Cultivator and the other Divine Monarch cultivators didn’t look scared—they actually looked excited. “So you’re Bai Feng? Haha, if I catch you, Lord bl**d Snake is definitely going to reward me!”
Maybe even snag that vacant position of Heavenly Mouse!
Before the bl**d Robe Cultivator could make a move, the other greedy cultivators—like starving dogs fighting over table scraps—rushed at Bai Feng all at once.
“Looks like I’m pretty popular, huh?”
Bai Feng raised his sword, and around him, stalks of bamboo suddenly sprouted. With a gentle swing, he forced all the charging enemies back.
Just as he prepared to finish them off with a few swings, a white shadow darted past him. He gradually lowered his sword.
The white figure moved like a streak of lightning—almost instantly, those attacking cultivators dropped to the ground, lifeless. This scene jolted the greedy, big-brained red-robed cultivator into a slight clarity.
‘Wait a minute—although Bai Feng is a formation master, he came with the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Holy Land. There must be a powerhouse protecting him! Retreat!’
But right as he stepped back to escape, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He looked down in disbelief:
“Impossible?”
There, a half-spear of a sword tip protruded from his chest, with strange spiritual energy continuously devouring his internal spiritual power. At that moment, he finally understood why the Divine Monarch cultivators died so quickly.
‘This method… more like demonic arts than anything else.’
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. As the dagger was slowly drawn out, he could only let out a gurgling breath of regret and collapsed, lifeless.
“Phew… phew…”
Little Qi kept breathing heavily, her heart racing so fast it made her body tremble with excitement.
“Good job, Little Qi.”
Bai Feng reached out and tousled her head lightly, instantly dispelling all her killing intent.
She reached out, hugging Bai Feng and burying her face in his clothes.
“Hmm…”
Next to them, Bai Yu Mo watched Little Qi, though she said nothing, but the air seemed to carry a hint of jealousy.
“Young Master Bai, your help this time was a real lifesaver,” He Yi hurried over and expressed her thanks. Under the barrage of fireworks from the flying boat and the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples’ attacks, the originally dominant Divine Monarch forces had collapsed, with only two or three still resisting.
Meanwhile, she was surprised—Bai Feng’s progress was unbelievable. When they first met, his strength was nowhere near what it was now. And now? He single-handedly blocked so many Divine Monarch cultivators—and he’s just a formation mage!
She really regretted not making Bai Feng her mount back then…
“If not for getting delayed by that bl**d mist, we’d have arrived way earlier.”
Bai Feng shook his head, then glanced to Tiger Yi Yi. If they’d been a few seconds later, she might have been swallowed by the luck value into the System’s Trial Space.
“Ugh, I’m hungry…”
At this moment, Tiger Yi Yi had returned to her small, energy-saving “loli” mode—notably, about the same height as Yu Yao. She rubbed her shriveled little tummy, reaching into her storage bag. After a long search, she only pulled out a few dried meat chunks.
“d*mn it, gone again! This little amount isn’t enough!”
“Want some of this instead?”
Bai Feng tossed a big bag of cat food her way—this was the dried food Xiao Snow usually ate. Though Tiger Yi Yi was a tiger, tigers and cats both belonged to the feline family, so it should be okay to use cat food temporarily.
And besides, since she was the Luck Child, if she couldn’t hide from her fate, it was better to build some rapport. At least, her hate points wouldn’t go too high.
While watching the shrunken-version Tiger Yi Yi, Bai Feng also felt curious. He had heard from He Yi that when she’s hungry, she’s a lil’ girl; after eating, she turns into a tall, graceful lady nearly 1.78 meters tall. He never imagined that the hand of an Immortal could confer such a strange ability.
If this keeps up, with her Luck Child status, who knew? Maybe she’d evolve into a gluttonous beast, a devourer of worlds.
Lost in thought, Bai Feng watched as Yi Yi took the cat food. She didn’t open it immediately but stared at him for a while.
Of course, she still remembered Bai Feng’s appearance, and this guy’s vibe that she found so irritating. She even felt like she disliked him more than before. If she were among the gods, she might even see him as a high-ranking deity.
But she also remembered she was supposed to find that tiger through Bai Feng, so she had to suppress personal grudges—for now. She turned her gaze away, opened the bag, and looked inside.
It was a bunch of brown, round balls—definitely not normal food, but the smell was tempting enough to make her want to eat.
She licked her lips, then eagerly poured the cat food into her mouth.
And in that instant, her eyes lit up—how could such delicious food exist in this world?
Soon, the entire bag was inside her stomach. She rubbed her tiny belly and felt a little full. Compared to ordinary food, she’d need to eat a lot more to feel satisfied—yet she’d already eaten that much with just one bag.
After finishing the bag, her view of Bai Feng became a lot more agreeable—like she’d downgraded from a Divine Monarch officer to a mere minion.
Bai Feng didn’t pay her any more mind. Instead, he looked up at He Yi and said, “Let’s support the other camps.”
“Yeah! Got it!”
He Yi nodded quickly. Though she still had questions, this wasn’t the time to ask—they needed to rally elsewhere.
