Chapter 86 (Extra 9)

 

Yu Wuxia didn’t dare to hold down Jia Heng directly, so he pretended to twist his ankle and fell onto Jia Heng.

 

The tiger groaned as he was hit, his black eyes half-closed, seemingly looking at Yu Wuxia with some disdain.

 

Yu Wuxia didn’t get off the tiger. Instead, he took hold of the tiger’s two front paws, staring intently at him.

 

The tiger felt embarrassed and avoided his gaze.

 

Yu Wuxia asked, “Master, why won’t you look at me?”

 

The tiger ground his teeth but said nothing.

 

Yu Wuxia’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he swallowed. He leaned down, his breath scattering on the tiger’s face, and kissed the tiger’s furry face.

 

The tiger’s eyes widened instantly, his black pupils shrinking in shock, staring at Yu Wuxia like black beans.

 

How… how could he kiss him!

 

Such frivolous behavior!

 

Yu Wuxia swallowed again. “Master, I told you before, if you don’t respond when I ask you something, I’ll kiss you until you do.”

 

Jia Heng had probably never heard such shameless words before, his chest shaking with anger as he exposed sharp claws, ready to swat Yu Wuxia away.

 

Yu Wuxia quickly said, “Master, I just formed my human shape. If you hit me with your paw, I might revert to my original form.” To see Jia Heng sooner, he didn’t dare to slack off for even a moment while cultivating as a relic, allowing him to come out seven years earlier than planned.

 

Jia Heng’s movements froze upon hearing this, though the anger in his eyes didn’t diminish, and he let out a threatening growl.

 

“Master, if you want to scold me, just say it directly. Don’t express it with your eyes.

 

Otherwise, no matter how long you glare at me, I won’t know what you’re saying.”

 

Yu Wuxia spoke “honestly,” still not getting up, pressing down on Jia Heng and feeling his clean, smooth fur through the layer of clothes.

 

Even though there was a layer of clothing, the fur felt very good to touch.

 

Master is perfect in every way.

 

When in tiger form, his fur is smooth. In human form, his lips are red, and his teeth are white.

 

Jia Heng closed his eyes, initially not wanting to deal with this troublesome disciple, but remembering his disciple’s threat, he reluctantly spoke, “Let go of me.”

 

No matter how dissatisfied he was with Yu Wuxia, Jia Heng had cultivated to become an Immortal for many years and had never uttered a curse word.

 

Yu Wuxia noticed his master speaking, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. As long as his master spoke, it was good enough for him.

 

Even if it was to scold him.

 

He released Jia Heng, who immediately stood up, shaking the dirt off his body and letting out another low growl to show his displeasure.

 

Yu Wuxia took a step forward, reaching out to touch Jia Heng, who turned abruptly, pretending to bite his finger, intending to scare him away.

 

But to his surprise, Yu Wuxia’s arm didn’t dodge, and his teeth sank into Yu Wuxia’s finger. He quickly let go, but it was too late. Yu Wuxia’s index and middle fingers were skinned, his teeth reaching the bone, and blood gushed out.

 

Jia Heng opened his mouth, his face full of tiger fur showing no emotion, but inexplicably giving off a sense of guilt.

 

Why… didn’t Yu Wuxia dodge?

 

Yu Wuxia clutched his fingers, tears welling up in his eyes from either pain or sadness, biting his lip as he looked at Jia Heng.

 

Jia Heng met his gaze, feeling more and more guilty.

 

He had just wanted to scare him.

 

“Master, your teeth are very sharp.”

 

Yu Wuxia didn’t complain much, just this simple sentence made Jia Heng’s previous dissatisfaction vanish, leaving only guilt.

 

Jia Heng said, “Why didn’t you dodge?”

 

Yu Wuxia held back his joy, for his master had voluntarily spoken to him again. He put on a facade of toughness, “Master, I’m currently without cultivation, weaker than an ordinary person, I couldn’t dodge.”

 

Jia Heng’s lips moved slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, “The herbs you ground earlier, apply them to your wound when you return.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Yu Wuxia followed behind, his eyes burning as he looked at Jia Heng, his gaze filled with madness and possessiveness, never waning.

 

As he followed, his body suddenly lost control and turned into a relic, falling to the ground.

 

Jia Heng noticed the lack of presence behind him, turned around, and lowered his head to find the grayish-brown relic in the grassy field. Due to his finger injury, there was a tiny scratch on one corner of the relic.

 

A moment of stillness passed through Jia Heng’s eyes as he picked up the relic with his mouth and returned to the cave.

 

He placed the relic down, surprised to see it turn completely red, the redness almost bleeding, making him study it carefully.

 

How strange.

 

The relic could change color.

 

Was something wrong?

 

He leaned in, his breath lightly touching the relic, seeing it turn even redder, almost bleeding. He guessed it might be stained with blood from Yu Wuxia’s injury.

 

But how could such a small wound bleed so much?

 

Jia Heng couldn’t figure it out, feeling a bit guilty, saying, “Cultivate well, apply the medicine yourself once you return to human form.”

 

After saying this, he turned away, no longer looking at the relic.

 

That night, he couldn’t help but turn his head occasionally to check the relic, wondering when Yu Wuxia would transform.

 

Until the next evening, the relic hadn’t transformed, but the strange red color had faded.

 

He had no heart for hunting, staying in the cave, already a day and night without Yu Wuxia transforming. Could that bite have seriously hurt Yu Wuxia?

 

He got up to check the relic again, focusing on it, discovering that the relic was turning red again, initially with spots of red, gradually merging into patches.

 

Jia Heng clicked his tongue, guessing this wasn’t an injury, but an expression of Yu Wuxia’s emotions.

 

Was it blushing?

 

Realizing this, Jia Heng felt uneasy, letting out a low growl, turning away from Yu Wuxia again. When he had brought the relic back yesterday, it was completely red, probably because…

 

Jia Heng’s face turned red too, with a faint heat.

 

Feeling unsettled, he shook his fur and ran out, dashing and leaping through the forest, trying to suppress or vent something. The moonlight filtered through, like thin fog floating in the forest, as he weaved through the mist, running over rocky hills, never stopping.

 

The wind howled in his ears, as if chasing him.

 

He squinted his eyes and ran to the top of the mountain. Only then did he stop, standing at the peak, facing the fierce night wind. The strange irritability in his heart hadn’t subsided; instead, it had grown stronger. His mind involuntarily drifted to Yu Wuxia.

 

The tiger sighed helplessly, crouching on the ground like a bewildered big cat.

 

It wasn’t until dawn, after finishing the hunt, that the tiger returned to the cave.

 

As soon as he entered the cave, he bumped into a tall, slender man. The tiger paused, avoiding his gaze. The man wasn’t wearing a cassock, just a thin white robe that clung to his body.

 

He bent down and patted the tiger’s head. The tiger, feeling as if his reverse scale had been touched, roared angrily to intimidate him.

 

“Master, where did you go?”

 

The tiger didn’t want to respond, turning his head to rest on the stone bed, but Yu Wuxia grabbed his ear. Hugging the tiger’s neck, he kissed the tiger’s forehead, looking into his confused and even terrified eyes.

 

“…,” the tiger thought.

 

“Master, where did you go?” Yu Wuxia repeated slowly, turning the tiger’s head to face him. His rosy lips moved as he spoke, so close that the tiger could feel his breath.

 

The tiger was really angry, not understanding how someone could be so shameless. Seeing Yu Wuxia leaning in for another kiss, the tiger reluctantly said, “Hunting.”

 

“Oh.” Yu Wuxia’s eyes curved with a warm smile. “Master, you don’t need to hunt anymore. I’ll make food for you.”

 

Yu Wuxia turned around, and only then did the tiger notice the pile of firewood inside the cave, with two flints nearby, a small fire slowly burning, and a plucked wild chicken roasting on a spit.

 

While expertly roasting the chicken, Yu Wuxia said mysteriously, “Master, don’t you think this wild chicken looks like the Demon Lord’s true form?”

 

“…,” Jiaheng thought.

 

He didn’t expect that after all this time, Yu Wuxia still remembered the Demon Lord.

 

Jiaheng, afraid of the fire, kept his distance. “Do you still want revenge on him?”

 

“No.” Yu Wuxia smiled, flames dancing in his eyes. “I’ve won so many times; it’s time to let him win once.”

 

Though he said this, Yu Wuxia felt that losing once outweighed winning a thousand times.

 

Only after losing did he realize that his master cared for him too.

 

After finishing roasting the chicken, Yu Wuxia handed it to Jiaheng. Jiaheng said, “I’m not hungry, you eat.”

 

“I’m currently in my true form; I don’t need food. What I need is…”

 

“What?” Jiaheng asked, biting into the chicken.

 

“The essence of a man.”

 

“Ugh.”

 

The tiger coughed violently, his chest trembling and his back twitching. Yu Wuxia gently patted his back, his voice husky in the dim light, “Master, you’re the best.”

 

“Yu Wuxia!”

 

The tiger glared at him, unaware that a piece of chicken was stuck to his fur, making his angry expression oddly comical.

 

Yu Wuxia’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, licking the chicken off the tiger’s mouth, smiling deeply, “Everything Master eats becomes especially delicious.”

 

“…,” Jiaheng thought.

 

Jiaheng wanted to slap him away but held back upon seeing his pale face.

 

“Master, can you transform into a human? You’re always in tiger form, and it’s a bit inconvenient for me.”

 

“What inconvenience?” Jiaheng asked coldly.

 

“Just some inconvenience.” Yu Wuxia noticed that his master’s thoughts were now influenced by him, calming his excitement, and hugged the tiger’s neck.

 

The tiger’s body suddenly stiffened.

 

“It’s inconvenient to get close to you.” Yu Wuxia’s gaze lowered, his long eyelashes almost brushing against the tiger’s fur. The tiger, uncomfortable, struggled to push him away, but in the next moment, the tiger suddenly transformed into human form.

 

Jiaheng wasn’t tall, but his figure was thin and delicate, with fair skin and a youthful face. Suddenly transforming from a tiger to a human, he was completely naked.

 

Every inch of his white skin was exposed, illuminated by the flickering firelight, like a veil of firelight.

 

Jiaheng hadn’t seen himself in human form for a long time. Upon seeing himself, he instinctively curled up, trying to cover his naked body, but there was nothing in the cave.

 

He had to cross his arms over his chest, glaring angrily at Yu Wuxia.

 

Yu Wuxia, at this moment, was staring intently at Jiaheng, with blood slowly trickling from his nostrils.

 

“…,” Jiaheng thought.

 

What a wicked disciple.

 

Truly a wicked disciple.


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