Chapter 65: Bai Li’s Clumsy Outburst Strikes Again

Like a conjurer’s trick, Chu Huaizhou placed a wooden board on the water’s surface.

From his storage ring, he produced a jug of his self-brewed fruit wine and two Snow Soul Silver Clouds from Leng Qingqiu, setting them atop. With these, how could that little fox Bai Li resist?

Back when he supported three disciples, he’d brewed wine to earn spirit stones. Using modern techniques and the cultivation world’s rare treasures and spells, his fruit wine was exceptional. A merchant once bought the recipe for a fortune, making it a sensation across the cultivation world, laying the foundation for his and his sister Huai’e’s wealth.

Though spirit stones were no issue now, the wine’s taste was universally praised by him, his three disciples, and the fox. Whenever Bai Li swore off sneaking sips, she’d still drink, get caught, and face a scolding—over and over.

“Hm?!”

Bai Li, covering her face, caught the familiar wine aroma and the just-eaten supreme carrots, breaking into a grin. But she quickly stifled it, mustering her final defiance.

“Hmph! Don’t think you can fool this palace! Those Snow Soul Silver Clouds are from Qingqiu, aren’t they? Sent to butter me up, hmph!”

Yet her nine tails surfaced, swaying uncontrollably, betraying her mood.

“This palace absolutely won’t eat them! Absolutely!”

Chu Huaizhou tried again, but her honest tails slapped the water, reaching for his palm.

“…So, Qingqiu was using a special cultivation method to ease your soul’s fatigue?”
“Those injuries… were to clear your meridians… from cultivation?”

Nestled in Chu Huaizhou’s arms, Bai Li munched Snow Soul Silver Clouds and sipped wine, utterly content.

He nodded.

Her idea of “cultivation” wasn’t improper but a method where two cultivators linked limbs, cycling spiritual energy. Of course, Chu Huaizhou wasn’t talking about proper cultivation, but with sweet words and treats, he coaxed her.

Successfully appeased, Bai Li agreed to rest a few days before heading to the Youming Sect. She patted her chest, boasting:

“Don’t worry, Human! With this palace here, not a hair on you will be harmed! Even if I can’t beat the Youming Sect, can’t I just run?”

With the Youming Sect mission explained, Chu Huaizhou leaned against the Demon-Suppressing Immortal Stone. Tomorrow, with Bai Li, he’d inform Xia Baiqian, then rest to heal his battered body.

Bai Li, asleep in his arms, reminded him of her flailing, bound jade feet. Really, why does everyone around me have weird ideas?

The Youming Sect’s strongest was only early Great Vehicle, but with his current state, he felt uneasy. His abundant resources gave him such “luxury problems.” In a typical novel, he’d be risking life and limb for a chance at fortune. Having cleared the game’s world, he missed that thrill of danger.

Bai Li, with her sharp eyes, glanced at him, guessing his thoughts. His amnesia limited him, robbing him of that adrenaline rush. Pouring a small cup of wine into a pink kettle, she offered it.

“Human, this palace saved you a sip.”

Without hesitation, he took the porcelain breeze cup and downed it. The wine’s rich, sweet aftertaste lingered.

This taste… better than ever!

No wonder—his wealth meant higher-grade spiritual fruits, and the spring’s aura trapped the alcohol’s potency. As an early Nascent Soul cultivator, could he handle it?

The next moment, dizziness hit, and he passed out.

The next day, Heavenly Sword Peak’s sunrise pierced the clouds, streaming through the window into the room.

Chu Huaizhou woke, disoriented by familiar furnishings.

“What… wasn’t I at the spring with Bai Li…”

Oh, right. He’d taken a sip of wine and blacked out.

His head wasn’t spinning or aching, but his lips felt numb, his chest heavy, his body weighed down.

What a blunder.

He hadn’t considered the wine’s upgraded potency, too strong for his cultivation to neutralize. At least he’d pacified Bai Li, mission accomplished.

Turning to find her, he saw only a flash of white.

“Bai Li, you awake…”

Before he finished, a massive slime smothered him.

What’s blocking my eyes?

In a second, he pieced it together, leaning back to assess.

Bai Li, in her oversized human form, lay sideways, one arm and leg draped over him, clinging like an octopus, her nine tails nearly encircling him.

What?!

If Leng Qingqiu saw this, his brain would be toast. No, even with her gone, this can’t happen!

He checked his clothes—intact. Hers? Intact… except her collar gaped open, red pomegranate petals nearly brushing her upper body. Problematic!

If he recalled, he’d been in a bath towel last night, not clothes! Where’d these come from?

His mind flashed to pre-transmigration films. Did Bai Li, while I was drunk… No, impossible—she wasn’t that bold.

Leng Qingqiu said her Bone-Corrupting Nether River antics were due to Charm dao rhyme overwhelming her. Normally, Bai Li was a blushing, high-attack, low-defense steam princess.

“Mm, meow… Human, you’re awake? Head okay, meow?”

Stirred by his warm breath, Bai Li mumbled, loosening her grip to rub sleepy eyes. Not fully awake, she smiled contentedly.

Greeting him as usual, her sultry voice carried cute words. But soon, she noticed something off.

Why did Human look… smaller?

“Hm, meow?”