Chapter 60: The Gift of a Two-Tailed Cat

“Where did Mom and Sister go?”

Bai Jiujiu decided not to overthink things. As an ordinary person, she would simply live out her life in the dream without distractions.

At most, it would only be a few decades.

That was nowhere near enough to shake her original soul of eight thousand years.

Did they really understand the weight of an eight-thousand-year-old great demon?

Bai Hegui ladled a spoonful of sweet potato porridge and took a couple of sips. Feeling it needed a bit more cooking, he heard Bai Jiujiu’s question and replied.

“Your mother took Hun’er to the forest outside town. She said she sensed the presence of her own kind and wanted to go look.”

“Eh? Right now?”

Bai Jiujiu was a bit surprised. In the past ten years, Su Po had only gone to town once—during the Mid-Autumn Festival seven years ago. Not a single moment beyond that.

The reason was that the relationship between humans and demons was in an extremely twisted state. The Eastern and Western Huang Immortal Continents were split fifty-fifty between human and demon territories, and both sides constantly schemed to snatch more land from the other.

The seven major sects and five great nations were locked in a web of overt and covert struggles.

On the demon side, the Tianshu Mountain Range, under the rule of the Demon Emperor Dark Sun, took a firm stance and slowly expanded into human territory. Meanwhile, humanity had yet to find a central pillar of unity; each faction harbored its own ulterior motives, all hoping to skim some extra profit under the guise of alliance.

She really had no idea how Bai Jiu’er from the original history managed to achieve a peaceful coexistence between humans and demons.

Even a superficial harmony seemed incredibly difficult.

After all, such a twisted relationship…

And when she heard about the orphaned fox clan of Qingqiu, Bai Jiujiu immediately thought of the culprit who had dragged her into this dream—Su Ling’er, that little fox brat with the bloodline of the nine-tailed spirit fox.

The two even shared some physical similarities.

She listened as Su Po told them about the history of the Qingqiu fox clan.

In ancient times, the Qingqiu region belonged to the nine-tailed spirit fox race, more commonly known as the Qingqiu fox clan. Over time, they adopted that name for themselves.

But three years ago, an unknown calamity destroyed Qingqiu Mountain and wiped out the entire clan.

To preserve the bloodline, the demon king with the pure nine-tailed spirit fox lineage had the two princesses—Su Po and her older sister—flee Qingqiu Mountain with the royal bloodline of the nine-tailed spirit fox.

On the run, they were forced to separate. Su Wan came alone to a remote mountain, trusting no one, until she met Bai Jiu.

Bai Jiu had harbored some doubts, but when Su Wan mentioned that her older sister was pregnant, she became a hundred percent certain.

That always-troublemaking disciple Su Ling’er—according to the generation in this dream—was actually her cousin!

Damn!

If that little fox brat Su Ling’er ever found out, she wouldn’t just provoke her—she’d yank her skirt up and ride her face, cackling with mockery.

She absolutely couldn’t let Su Ling’er know.

Bai Jiu sighed. She actually wanted to go to Yunlai Mountain right now and see that wayward disciple of hers.

After all, she hadn’t come down the mountain yet.

According to the original historical progression, Bai Jiu’er would go up the mountain to invite Su Ling’er to the Chu Kingdom to steal the Bishui Pearl, all to help Bai Jiu.

When would that happen?

And wasn’t the Chu Kingdom supposed to be founded by Bai Jiu’er’s adopted daughter? Was there another Chu Kingdom two hundred years ago?

Lost in thought, Bai Jiu unconsciously threw more firewood into the stove.

She kind of missed the days when she used the Demon Binding Rope as a fire starter.

It could burn for ages without being destroyed, and she could adjust the temperature by how much of it burned.

Right—she was now trapped in a nightmare. Was it her spirit entering, or her physical body?

If it was her spirit, what would happen to her real body?

“Jiu’er?”

“Hope my body doesn’t get completely wrecked by Chi Hun…”

“Jiu’er, if you add more firewood, the porridge will burn.”

According to the setting in her past-life novels, time in a dream should flow differently from the real world, right?

“Jiu’er!”

She wondered if Tong Qiu had escaped danger. Chi Hun was so strong…

“Ah!”

The firewood in her hand was grabbed. Bai Jiujiu snapped back to reality and saw Bai Hegui holding the other end, looking at her helplessly.

She glanced at the roaring flames in the stove and the faint smell of burning in the air.

Bai Jiujiu’s little face flushed red. She realized she had caused trouble.

Fortunately, Bai Hegui didn’t blame his little snake. Thinking his daughter might be stressed from studying, he smiled, patted her head, and told her to go to town to buy some steamed buns and baozi.

Really, what was she overthinking?

She had already made up her mind to live quietly as an ordinary person in this dream world for the rest of her life, yet here she was, still worrying about reality.

Bai Jiujiu shook her white hair to dust off the ash.

Just as she was about to leave, the two demons, Bai Hun’er and Su Po, approached. Looking closely, Su Po had a relaxed smile on her face.

It seemed she had indeed met a fellow clan member. A long-awaited reunion—her mother must be very happy.

For some reason, when she heard that Su Po had gone to search for her kin, Bai Jiujiu had a faint sense of foreboding.

Now it seemed she was worrying for nothing.

“Jiu’er, where are you off to?”

“To town to buy some baozi.”

“Did little Jiu’er burn the sweet potato porridge again?”

Su Po crouched down and gently touched Bai Jiujiu’s face, which was as red as a big apple.

The snake had lived for eight thousand years.

She had always cooked over a roaring fire.

What of it if she couldn’t learn to simmer porridge properly…

“Jiu’er, sis, look what I brought for you!”

Seven years had passed. Bai Hun’er had become even more dashing, with a crisp red short bob. Her fox ears and tail were visible on her body, and she always wore a confident smile.

She was looking more and more like Chi Hun…

Under Su Po’s guidance—perhaps due to her half-human, half-demon heritage—Bai Hun’er’s talent was extraordinary. In less than ten years of cultivation, she had already crossed two heavenly tribulations and advanced to the Transformation Realm.

No wonder she reached the Demon Mansion Realm in just two hundred years.

Her talent was monstrous.

Moreover, Bai Jiujiu observed that because of Bai Hun’er’s human bloodline, ordinary spiritual energy detectors and cultivators couldn’t sense her demon identity. Common treasures and techniques also had reduced effectiveness on her.

What kind of bullshit talent was that?

f*cking hell.

Thinking that upon waking, she would have to face Chi Hun—who possessed such talent and had already grown to the Demon Realm—Bai Jiujiu was seriously considering digging a hole in the Dream Fall World and sleeping for a hundred years.

As long as she didn’t wake up, only her body would be toyed with by Chi Hun!

Still, Bai Jiujiu wouldn’t vent that resentment on Bai Hun’er.

Chi Hun was Chi Hun.

Bai Hun’er was Bai Hun’er.

One was a sister who treated her well; the other was a complete lunatic.

The snake could still tell the difference.

Right now, Bai Hun’er doted on Bai Jiujiu immensely. Every time she followed Su Po for training, she would bring back something she thought was interesting.

For example, a three-legged golden toad, a bamboo that liked to swallow ink, a butterfly bigger than a human face, and a mantis as tall as a person that was devouring its mate.

“What did you bring?”

Bai Jiujiu cautiously hid behind Su Po. Going by Bai Hun’er’s usual tradition, the items were either dangerous or extremely dangerous.

She didn’t know why Su Po allowed Bai Hun’er to carry such dangerous things.

Bai Jiujiu looked up at Su Po with some resentment, only to find her mother smiling kindly back at her.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Was her mother a pervert who enjoyed seeing her daughter get scared?

“Ta-da! It’s a cat wearing a mask!”

Bai Hun’er pulled a black cat with a cat-face mask on its face from her four-dimensional pocket.

The most important thing was that this cat had two tails!

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