This time, the Snow Flamma arrived very quickly, sticking out its fluffy head almost as soon as Ling Xia sat down. It impatiently threw itself directly at him, causing him to jump in surprise.
The roasted chicken carried the sweet scent of the lotus leaf, and knowing that this was the only one Ling Xia brought, the Snow Flamma began eating in a rush. Later, it slowed down its speed, and with hooded eyes, chewed thoroughly with relish.
Ling Xia wanted to laugh, but he only sat far away and smiled softly, not intruding on its meal.
When the Snow Flamma finished eating and elegantly used its paws to wipe its oily mouth, it gave Ling Xia a glimpse, arrogantly swung its tail, and then without any indication of gratitude, hopped back into the underbrush and disappeared.
Despite that, Ling Xia didn’t get annoyed, cleaned up the leftover lotus leaf and bones while humming a tune, and descended the mountain.
In the following days, Ling Xia often brought food for the Snow Flamma, sometimes a roasted chicken, and sometimes rabbit meat or other such things. The Snow Flamma ate fruits and vegetables as well, but it was far more interested in meat. Its guard towards Ling Xia also clearly dropped by a lot, and at first, when Ling Xia deliberately scooted closer in the middle of its appetizing feast, the Snow Flamma would bare its fangs and protect its food. Yet as time passed, it began to turn a blind eye to all his actions, continuing to eat by itself.
This lasted until one day, after the Snow Flamma had eaten over half of its chicken, it halted, then hesitantly ripped off one of the legs and placed it next to Ling Xia’s body. The meat’s surface distinctly glistened with drool.
Ling Xia‘s mouth twitched a few times, and pointing to himself, asked, “For me?“
The Snow Flamma swung its tail and cast Ling Xia a glance, its big amber eyes conveying part expectation and part reluctance, evidently aching over this chicken leg in its heart.
Ling Xia took in a deep breath, slightly troubled but also secretly delighted. Looking back on all these days of bribery via delicious food, this little guy finally saw him as one of its own.
He bent down, picked up the chicken leg, and stared at it for a while, endeavoring to steady his nerves. Hmm, strictly speaking, a magical beast’s drool was abundant in natural elementals, and there shouldn‘t be any issues. When he was little, he had also shared popsicles with his friends where they each took turns taking a lick. So, he gently tore off a small piece of meat, chewed it a few times, and swallowed. This roasted chicken’s taste was indeed quite good, heavily fragrant and rich while not greasy. Compared to his usual meals, it was better by far…
Seeing that Ling Xia ate it without hesitation, the Snow Flamma’s expression patently relaxed. It swayed its tail aloofly as its fuzzy ears pointed downwards, cute as a snowball. Yet, when Ling Xia’s heart was enticed to the point where he itched to reach out and rub its head, it took a few steps back, and a vigilant air returned to its eyes.
Rather disappointed, Ling Xia retracted his hand and chuckled, “Okay, I’ll be leaving now. I’ll come see you again tomorrow.”
The Snow Flamma drooped its head, as if feeling wronged and vexed. Therefore, as soon as Ling Xia got up and turned around, it bit onto a corner of Ling Xia’s clothes, making him stumble a step.
Confused, Ling Xia looked down and the Snow Flamma let go, lowered its head, and laid down with a look of utter unwillingness, as if saying: Fine, I’ll let a peasant such as thyself pet me a bit.
“… …” In other words, this little guy was the same type as Yu ZhiJue. Ahhh, how could the both of them be so cute?
Ling Xia crouched down and softly stroked its fur, rubbing along the concave curves behind its fluffy ears and gently scratching the bottom of its jaw. He had raised a cat before and knew how to let a kitten feel more pleasant.
As expected, the Snow Flamma’s stretched taut body slowly relaxed. It squinted its eyes and flopped on the ground, satisfied to the point just short of rolling around and cutely begging for more. Ling Xia grinned happily and kneaded its little pads, not receiving any resistance.
In the days that followed, the Snow Flamma and Ling Xia became ever more intimate. Even when Ling Xia’s monthly pay was used up and he came without bringing food, the Snow Flamma didn’t express any discontent. Instead, it lazed around in Ling Xia’s lap as familiar as could be, permitting him to give it rubs and pets.
On this day, as Ling Xia teased and doted on the Snow Flamma, he tried to lift it up high in the air. The Snow Flamma spared him a glance of disdain, then suddenly flipped over and dropped to the ground. A head on gust of wind rushed past Ling Xia, so strong that he could only barely keep his eyes open, and by the time his vision returned, he was instantly taken aback - Before him was no longer a cute snowball, but a white magical beast that was as huge as a tiger!
The Snow Flamma's originally amber eyes had turned a penetrating, scarlet red, the fur on its body much longer, and its claws no less than three inches in length and sharp as blades!
It gave a deep howl and breathed a long, scarlet flame into the air, a clear contrat to the snow white fur covering its body. Ling Xia involuntarily tool a few steps back, his heart tremblemg. Ah, so this was the true form of a level-7 magical beast... ...
The Snow Flamma gestured at Ling Xia with its head and lowered its body, its red irises containing not malice, but rather a lively excitement. Ling Xia immediately felt relieved; does this mean it wanted him to climb on?
He carefully straddled it, sat down, and tried to wrap his arms around its neck. The Snow Flamma gave another low howl, and carrying Ling Xia along, all four of its limbs suddenly exerted out strength as it leapt onto a tree more than 30 feet tall.
The blast of wind that hit his face plus the abrupt increase in height caused a burst of vertigo to assault Ling Xia. The Snow Flamma sensed his nervousness, and incredibly pleased with itself, increased its speed even more, almost as if flaunting. It dashed left and right through the air, startling the birds of this mountainous forest and scattering flocks of them away. Ling Xia’s hair was blown into disarray, and he hastily lowered his body as much as possible while tightly hugging the Snow Flamma’s neck.
After a while, Ling Xia finally got used to the sensation and straightened his back, peering at the forest that flashed on by. The Snow Flamma’s speed was definitely faster than a sports car’s! Especially at the moment it threw itself into a jump, when its beautiful body stretched out in midair, one man and one beast were practically flying through the sky.
“You’re so amazing!” Ling Xia exclaimed in awe as he rubbed the Snow Flamma’s furry ears.
The Snow Flamma proudly turned its head with a smug look, its paws kicking off harder and leaping even higher.
Just as Ling Xia was comfortably enjoying the feeling of the wind, the Snow Flamma’s upright ears unexpectedly slumped down. It very obviously cowered and trembled a beat, then with haste, jumped down from the trees and steadily came to a stop.
As Ling Xia was still puzzled over this turn of events, he heard an extremely deep and resounding male voice exclaim, “Ah‘Li, it’s no wonder you always come home late these days. Turns out, you found a little friend.”
Ling Xia blinked, looked all around him, and saw that not far away, a man who had snow white hair and donned a mask carved from peach-wood was currently standing in the shade of a tree.
He stood with his hands clasped together, wore a simple, long plain robe, and at a glance, basically resembled some kind of mountain spirit or spectre. From behind the mask, a pair of sharp eyes were presently staring in their direction.
Knowing that this person must be the Snow Flamma’s owner, Ling Xia hurriedly got off and jumped down.
The Snow Flamma rolled once on the ground, its body shrinking briskly, and had resumed its dainty and cute appearance when it stood up again. It ran over and rubbed up against the masked man, trying to win his favor with a flurry of cute and adorable acts.
Ling Xia knew that this mysterious hermit had a personality that hated troublesome and extraneous things, so without saluting or using honorifics, he simply smiled and said, ''I am Ling Xia, a new disciple that entered Immortal Welcoming Pavilion. I first met Ah'Li a few days ago while roasting fish next to the river, though it's only now that i've learned his name.''
''Oh,so that's how it is.'' The masked man nodded, then continued, ''No wonder these days he hasn't been properly eating at home.''
Ah'Li nimbly jumped onto his shoulder, vigorously nudged against him fawningly as a string of whines conveying an unknown meaning purred out of its mouth.
Annoyed by and ignoring being rubbed all over, the masked man questioned dubiously, ''Ah'Li very rarely acknowledges outsiders, but ended up liking a kid like you?''
...Of course that's because it's a cute glutton for food!
Smiling, Ling Xia replied, “Perhaps it’s because Ah’Li and I are tied by fate. I’m also really fond of him.”
That masked man observed him attentively, his gaze cold and imposing. Ling Xia was slightly frightened, but he calmly returned the other’s gaze with a faint smile, his face revealing not a single hint of cowardice.
All of a sudden, the masked man laughed out loud. “A kid like you is also pretty interesting, so follow me.” As his words fell, his body flashed, vanishing from his original spot.
With zero hesitation, Ling Xia decided to follow. Ah’Li glanced at him and jumped onto a tree, going after that masked man at a much slower pace. Ling Xia regulated his breathing and ran behind it, but after who knows how long, he was completely tired out, panting and gasping for breath. By the time he saw a small thatched cottage appear beyond a bamboo grove, he rejoiced in his heart, knowing that this was their destination.
The man was lazily inclined in a chair, and in hearing their approach, only slightly lifted an eyelid. “Hmm, sure enough, not an ounce of basic cultivation. Speak, you don’t know who I am, so why did you risk following me here?”
Ling Xia cautiously stopped to think. He didn’t know just how many years this man had lived, so it might be better to tell the truth as it is. Therefore, he answered placidly, “I want to become strong. Can you help me?”
In the novel, this masked man had liked Song XiaoHu’s naivete and straightforwardness along with his tenacity. He’s unable to copy Song Xiaohu’s naivete, but there’s no harm in acting a bit more steadfast.
“Haha…” the masked man laughed, waved his hand, and with a blur, appeared before Ling Xia’s eyes. In less than a second, his hand had already pressed on top of Ling Xia’s head. Sharply shocked, Ling Xia wanted to move back, but his body felt as if it was fixed in place, unable to move in the slightest. A burst of strange energy poured in from the crown of his head and countless of powerful currents recklessly surged throughout his body. He couldn’t stop his heart from beating faster and faster, and shortly after, his forehead was riddled with sweat.
The masked man regretfully withdrew his hand and swiftly lied back down, sighing, “What a pity, your aptitude is very normal. Although your body contains Herculean Strength and small amounts of wood elemental energy, but in my opinion, even if you’re more hardworking than others, it’s unlikely that you’ll become very accomplished.”
“This I know,“ Ling Xia replied, his heart still pounding rapidly. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and solemnly continued, “However, to give up before trying at all, wouldn’t that be what truly leads to not having any hope?“
Fuck! I need to live and survived until those two kids grow up and change the plot. Only then can I be at ease in finding a way to transmigrate back home!
Not expecting Ling Xia to immediately retort like this, the masked man was obviously caught off guard. After a brief pause, he laughed, “Since it’s like this, and as I don’t have any pressing matters, let’s test just how strong your resolution is.”
He swung his leg, and Ling Xia looked on helplessly as out of nowhere, a crack appeared on the ground beneath his feet. Before he even had the time to scream, he fell directly inside.
Fuck! How come i don't remember this happening to the protagonist in the novel! Don't discriminate against mob characters ahhh!
Only when Ling Xia opened his eyes did he discover that he was now lying on patch of grass. The air was overflowing with the faint aroma of plants, smelling particularly pleasant, and he jumped up at once to survey the environment around him. His surroundings were breathtaking and dream-like, with flowers blooming enchantingly, green willows casting soft shades, and not far away, there stood a row of gorgeous buildings, clearly a different world than where he was previously.
What kind of place was this? Ling Xia stared blankly, stunned. The masked man's voice soon reverberated through the air and commanded, ''Go to the second house.''
Ling Xia jumped, unable to tell from which direction the voice originated, as it seemed to virtually fil this entire space... ...
Space? His eyes flashed and immediately came to the realization that he must be inside the masked man’s magical space!
Other than the various elemental powers, this world also had a lot of ridiculously overpowered and cheat-like special abilities, and the ability to create your own space was one of those. A magical space was different from a storage bag or a storage ring; it did not depend on a magical tool, but rather on one’s cultivation, and had almost the same properties as the real world.
In fact, Song XiaoHu and Yu ZhiJue were the most outrageous creators of their own space in the novel. The two of them were both at the legendary XuanHuang tenth stage and able to set up and build a space according to their whims, whether to grow spiritual herbs or manufacture energy stones, even capable of altering the passage of time inside, making it flow faster or slower than the outside world by a hundredfold.
Towards this, Ling Xia would like to express his unfathomable admiration, envy, and hate!
The masked man spoke again in a lazy tone, “Go into the second room and open the bookcase.”
Ling Xia didn’t think twice, and according to the masked man’s instructions, found a yellowing, old-fashioned book deep inside. It was probably about 3 centimeters thick and weighed heavily in his hands.
“Inside the bag outside the door is a single Void Jade Herb seed, and its planting method is recorded inside that book. If you can get it to germinate within 6 hours, then I will acknowledge your conviction.” The masked man’s voice held an unmistakable trace of schadenfreude, as if in anticipation of a good show.
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