Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Jiang Zhiyu sat upright on the couch with his legs crossed, while a white cat behind him sat equally upright, using its qi to heal his injuries.

"Master, what...what did you say to Yao Yao?" He was still weak, but he couldn't help but ask.

"Shut your mouth, you brat!" The white cat's whiskers twitched, its eyes filled with both anger and helplessness.

"He's injured like this, and he's still only worried about that girl. Why is everyone's heart set on girls? How can they achieve anything great if they're so preoccupied with romantic love?"

Although its tone was stern, its movements remained steady and long: "Fortunately, I didn't use all my magic power when I set up this barrier, otherwise your cultivation over the years would probably be ruined! I released that nine-tailed beast only to cooperate with you in this play. If that brat couldn't sense the real danger, he wouldn't believe this scheme within a scheme at all."

"You couldn't even sense my presence, yet you forcibly broke through the barrier, only to suffer a backlash. What was the point of this?"

In fact, he did sense a subtle yet familiar aura at the time, but it was ultimately overshadowed by his anxiety.

Jiang Zhiyu's lips were pale, and his body was churning with energy. He simply replied in a low voice, "They are my friends. I cannot stand by and watch them be in danger."

"friend?"

Ji Bai pondered these two words slowly, but the image of the boy's stunning face appeared in his mind, and a trace of worry couldn't help but pass through his heart.

How could they look so alike...?

However, the people sent to investigate earlier clearly reported that the Holy Maiden had been executed by her clansmen, and they never mentioned that she had any children.

Moreover, the lord was already in poor health, and the doctor had predicted that it would be extremely difficult for him to have an heir. That is why he and the lady brought Yu'er back from Jingming Terrace.

How could that woman be pregnant?

Perhaps it's just a coincidence.

There are quite a few people in this world who look alike.

Just like that little girl, look at her eyebrows and eyes, she even bears a resemblance to my disciple.

Those who don't know the situation might think they are siblings.

Ji Bai had just finished healing his disciple when he encountered the young girl as soon as he stepped out of the room.

"Greetings, Master Ji."

The little girl squatted at the doorway with her knees drawn up to her arms, looking directly at it, and smiled sweetly and politely.

The white cat snorted twice, puffing out its whiskers, and raised its haughty head. Its cat-like eyes scanned her for a moment. "What do you need?"

As expected of a noble cat.

The plot briefly mentions that Ji Bai's original body was destroyed, leaving only his primordial spirit. Coincidentally, his birth chart was the most compatible with this white cat, which is why his sect placed him inside the white cat's body.

This also inadvertently led him to inherit some feline traits.

Chai Xiaomi smiled slightly, "It is widely known that the Taoist priests of Jingming Terrace are upright and righteous, and often perform acts of charity. Among them, Taoist priest Ji is the most chivalrous. He has profound magical powers but is never arrogant. Wherever he goes, evil spirits are driven away and the people live in peace. What is even more rare is his compassion."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Although Ji Bai was flattered and felt elated, he still retained a degree of rationality.

It wagged its tail tip, its whiskers slightly twitching: "Little girl, flattery won't work on this old man. Just say what you have to say."

Chai Xiaomi stopped flattering him and went straight to the point: "Does the Taoist priest know how to treat someone who has suffered internal injuries, so severe that... they are spitting blood from their mouth?"

"Oh?" The white cat slowly wagged its tail, its eyes darting around. "Who is it? Male or female, old or young? Handsome or ugly?"

"What does it matter if someone is handsome or ugly?" Chai Xiaomi asked, puzzled. Does healing someone's wounds require her to be stern?

"It's related to nature. Ugly people aren't afraid of scars, but handsome people are different. They cherish their appearance and are even afraid of being seen by their loved ones. Tsk tsk tsk."

It shook its head and sighed to itself, as if recalling some scene.

It then raised one of its front paws, its soft paw pads facing upwards.

A small, crystal-clear, teardrop-like ball of light slowly emerged, trembling slightly in his palm, radiating a gentle spiritual energy.

"This is a drop of precious dew, condensed from the essence of heaven and earth. Internal injuries often attack the heart and blood vessels; you only need to place it on the injured person's chest and gently massage it into the muscles."

It paused for a moment, then continued, "It can not only heal internal wounds, but also reduce bruising and scarring, leaving not a single scar."

"Thank you, Master Ji!" Chai Xiaomi was overjoyed and carefully gathered the warm spiritual light into her arms with both hands.

As a thank you gift, she turned around and took out a handmade cat toy that she had prepared beforehand.

"Master, this is a small gift I made myself. Thank you for your generous gift of medicine. I hope you won't find it offensive."

Ji Bai glanced up and saw a dark brown feather with spots tied to a thin bamboo pole. Judging from the color and texture of the feather, it looked like that of a hawk.

This is clearly a toy for children. How could something of its age and cultivation level possibly like such a thing?

"What is this?" It sat still, its whiskers twitching modestly.

"This is a whisk." Chai Xiaomi said earnestly without blinking, "Look at your otherworldly air, how can you be the same as an ordinary cat? You must have a whisk to show your celestial demeanor."

As she spoke, she lightly raised her wrist and swung the whisk in front of Ji Bai.

What's going on?

Ji Bai's gaze involuntarily followed the feather, and all the fur on his body seemed to stand up quietly. His paw pads felt itchy, and his heart felt itchy too.

A voice seemed to be pounding in my head: Pounce on it! Grab it!

like.

I love it so much.

It tensed its body and endured it again and again, but the tip of its tail was already uncontrollably swaying from side to side.

Finally, as the feather once again drifted past my eyes—

"call out!"

With a light leap, it stretched out its claws toward the swaying stream of light.

The moment it landed, it coughed awkwardly: "Since it's your kind gesture, I'll accept this gift."

As it spoke, its gaze swept over the Qiankun bag at the girl's waist.

He cursed inwardly: "You brat, you're quite generous to your friends. I spent a month refining a Mustard Seed Sumeru, and you just give it away like that!"

Even the demon cores inside haven't been cleaned up yet. I want to see how this little girl will deal with the trouble inside.

*

Chai Xiaomi returned to her room.

My gaze unconsciously drifted toward the screen in the corner.

This screen was originally one of the four in the main hall downstairs, but she borrowed it from Zhu Yu and moved it upstairs today because she wanted to take a nice bath.

Normally, she and Wu Li would tacitly stay in the room at different times when washing up and changing clothes. However, taking a bath takes a long time, and it wouldn't be good to leave the other person waiting outside. If others saw them, they would inevitably become suspicious.

I just didn't expect it.

After she finished bathing and tidied herself up, Wu Li also leisurely soaked in the bath.

Chai Xiaomi was getting a little bored while waiting.

She would sometimes lie on the table, carefully stacking several cups into a precarious pyramid; other times she would move to the head of the bed, listlessly twirling her fingers around the curtains; and still other times she would lean against the window, looking up to count the sparse stars in the sky.

Her gaze kept drifting towards the screen.

Through the bamboo-patterned silk gauze, the hazy outline of a bathtub and a figure can be vaguely seen. Two arms can be seen casually resting on the edge of the tub, and the profile of the face is warm and beautiful in the dim light. It is indistinct, yet it evokes a sense of wonder.

"Lili," she finally couldn't help but ask softly towards the other side of the screen, "how much longer are you going to wash?"

It was quiet behind the screen; not even the sound of water could be heard.

The figure remained still.

After waiting for a while, there was no reply.

She had no choice but to raise her voice again and call out, "Lili."

The figure behind the screen suddenly moved, creating a soft, rippling sound.

"......Um."

The boy's voice came from the other side of the mist, heavy with weariness, and a hint of hoarseness at the end, sounding somewhat like the whimper of a small animal being awakened from its sleep.

She seemed bewildered, yet unexpectedly revealed a touch of softness.

...Is she asleep?

Chai Xiaomi felt her heart being inexplicably and violently stirred.

This is a lifesaver!

Was that the villain's voice when he woke up?

The contrast is so huge!?

This is completely different from his usual cool, aloof, and cold demeanor!

Confused and soft-hearted, unconsciously flirting...