After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 79

In Qīngqiū, on Mount Túshān, inside Mèng Bǎimò’s small research lab.

After cross-referencing and checking one by one, Mèng Bǎimò finally located the storybook that Song Xingzi had taken. After quickly flipping through the book, Mèng Bǎimò’s expression, which was usually unperturbed even when a mountain collapsed before him, cracked for the first time in his life.

“Yōu Yōu, look…”

Mèng Bǎimò placed the storybook on the wooden table and helplessly rubbed his eyebrows. “Out of so many storybooks, why did she choose this one?”

Tǔ Jiǔ Yōu opened the book titled “The Overbearing CEO’s Indulgence: Priceless Film Empress Spoiled to Heaven” (Zǒngcái Bà Ài: Tiānjìa Yǐnghòu Chǒng Shàng Tiān), and the more she read the black, standard-script characters, the darker her face became. After reading the entire text, she propped one foot onto the table, her seductive voice brimming with fury: “Mèng Xiū!!! What the hell did you buy? You read this kind of trash? You scoundrel, Mèng Xiū! You’ve been dreaming of living this kind of decadent life for a long time, haven’t you?! Ah! You male dogs and demons are all the same!”

“Yōu Yōu, I didn’t read it. Today is the first time for me too,” obvious awkwardness appeared on Mèng Bǎimò’s calm, moonlit-and-breeze-like face. “I, I bought a package deal from a street vendor at the Demon Market. The vendor said these were the most popular storybooks in the Human Realm, the little male and female demons all love them, so I, I just bought them all.”

“Hmph, so you bought them. But why would you use this kind of storybook to create an illusion?” Tǔ Jiǔ Yōu’s finger, tipped with red nail polish, pointed at Mèng Bǎimò’s nose. “You’re just trying to trick me! You act like a pure little male demon on the surface, but secretly you’ve dreamed countless times of embracing women on both sides!”

Mèng Bǎimò’s entire face flushed a light pink, and he stuttered in denial: “No, no, Yōu Yōu, I didn’t.”

“Don’t try to deceive me! Just tell me, what do we do now?” Tǔ Jiǔ Yōu leaned back in her chair, pinching a corner of the storybook, tapping rhythmically on the wooden table. “With Pine Nut’s foolishness, she was most likely deceived by this scumbag male lead: having her heart dug out, getting an abortion, and acting as a replacement. Damn it, and they still end up together? Do you think the person who wrote this book is missing a brain? A kind that can’t be filled?”

Mèng Bǎimò sat opposite Tǔ Jiǔ Yōu, nodding in agreement: “If she was indeed deceived by the male lead and used the Nine-Turn Rebirth Technique for him, then there’s no need to let Pine Nut recover her memories. We’ll issue a bounty in the Demon Realm. Once we find a Shèn demon or Jìng demon who originated halfway through, we’ll have them brought to Qīngqiū. We can’t kill him, but we absolutely cannot let him go!”

Tǔ Jiǔ Yōu rolled her eyes, still furious: “Scram, scram, scram! Stay away from me! Let Pine Nut recover for a while before letting her read the storybook. Don’t provoke her for now. If she actually remembers having her heart dug out, getting an abortion, and being a replacement, you can pack your bags and get lost! Go set up a stall at your Demon Market and buy bootlegs.”

“Yōu Yōu, don’t be angry. The truth is still unknown. The male lead may not be the other person involved in the Nine-Turn Rebirth Technique,” Mèng Bǎimò tried to soothe the Nine-Tailed Fox, and also reassure himself. “Maybe Pine Nut liked another character. Pine Nut isn’t that silly; she shouldn’t fall deeply in love with the male lead even after being abused.”

Tǔ Jiǔ Yōu sneered: “Heh heh, do I not know my own sister? We raised her single-handedly. All that’s in her head, besides eating and drinking, are scholars and beauties. She’s purer than a tadpole in the Měng River. She’ll probably be sold and still count the money for the seller!”

Mèng Bǎimò was speechless: “…Yōu Yōu.”

He and Tǔ Jiǔ Yōu had hoped to train Song Xingzi as their successor. Once Song Xingzi was capable enough to take over as the Lord of Qīngqiū, the Nine-Tailed Fox would abdicate, just as he did, to enjoy leisure, and the two of them could officially become Dao Companions as a matter of course.

Alas, imagination is rich, but reality is often unsatisfactory. After centuries of training their successor, they produced a foodie whose greatest wish in life was to enjoy demon life and open a roasted nuts shop.

Mèng Bǎimò: …Suddenly, I feel like Yōu Yōu makes a lot of sense. The child is an idiot who would get tricked and still foolishly ask the other person if they want candy!

“Forget it, forget it,” Tǔ Jiǔ Yōu was mentally and physically exhausted. Raising a child was too tiring. “Mèng Mèng, you talk to Uncle Bái and the others. Aunt Qīng said she’d bring Pine Nut back in two days. I’m going to tidy up her nest.”

Mèng Bǎimò: “Alright, Yōu Yōu, you go first. I’ll send the message.”

The Qīngluán bird had just landed in Qīngqiū. Before Song Xingzi could even get off her auntie’s back, she saw the wind-swept Foxtail Grass suddenly sprout a pair of legs, rolling carelessly down the hillside, its voice fine and shrill.

“Song Xingzi, bleached with bleaching powder, is back!”

“Screw you! Little Tail, what did you just say?” Song Xingzi tumbled off the Qīngluán bird’s back and scrambled to chase the Foxtail Grass Spirit. “You explain yourself, who the hell was bleached with bleaching powder?”

The Foxtail Grass Spirit grew up with Song Xingzi and knew her temperament well: light the fuse and run, cause trouble and escape. He quickly hid in the dense grass in the hollow of the mountain, sharing the joke with the Mountain Spirits. Even if Song Xingzi had a pair of fire wheels, she wouldn’t catch him.

“Song Xingzi who went to the Human Realm is back!”

The rustling screams spread among the Mountain Spirits, quickly relaying the news throughout Qīngqiū:

“Song Xingzi, who was freeloading on Mount Wēizhī, really faded in color!”

“Faded, faded, and can’t turn back into human form!”

“It’ll be a long time before we can eat the food she cooks.”

“Quickly check if her inner core was dug out!”

Qīngqiū isn’t large. When the Demon Market isn’t open, the little demons have nothing much to do all day. All their skills are dedicated to gossip. You tell me, I tell you. Before long, the news of the Demon Realm celebrity Song Xingzi’s return spread from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain; the entire Qīngqiū knew.

Song Xingzi angrily clutched the red ribbon dangling from her ear, cursing: “Damn Foxtail Grass! Stop gossiping! Stop gossiping! If you keep gossiping, I’ll curse you to never bloom in your whole life! You’re driving me crazy!”

The tiny Fireflies, who are close to the Grass Spirits, flew off, transmitting Song Xingzi’s unwilling roar on the mountaintop into the mountain hollow:

“Little Tail, Little Tail, Song Xingzi cursed you to never bloom in your whole life!”

“Little Tail, Little Tail, hurry up and bloom for her to see!”

“Little Tail, Little Tail…”

The Foxtail Grass Spirit was so angry that he broke free from a cluster of foxtail grass, transforming into a little boy in green, with a small tuft of green foxtail grass on his head. He put his hands on his hips and shouted insults: “Song Xingzi, not only are you stupid, you’re blind! I’ve been able to bloom for ages! I’m a goddamn Angiosperm! Angiosperms all bloom! Look closely at what’s on my head!”

This time, Song Xingzi didn’t wait for the Fireflies and Mountain Spirits to transmit the message. Lying in Qīnglán’s arms, she flashed and appeared behind Little Tail. She jumped onto the little boy’s head, her tiny paws grabbing the foxtail tuft on his head. She pulled hard, cursing in her baby voice: “Do you think sticking a foxtail grass on your head counts as blooming? Even if foxtail grass can bloom, your mouth is so venomous that you won’t be able to. You’ll wither in a second, understand? You’ll wilt before you even open!”

“Grass, grass, grass! Ouch, ouch, ouch! Song Xingzi, you’re breaking the rules! Just talk, why are you using your hands!” Little Tail’s arms were too short to reach his head. Song Xingzi was pulling him with force, and he spun around in pain, shaking his head but unable to shake her off.

“Hmph! I am using my hands! Stop gossiping!” Song Xingzi used her other paw to mess up Little Tail’s hair, threatening him fiercely: “Are you going to stop gossiping or not? Speak up! If you don’t, this Little Pine Nut won’t let go today! I’ll pluck all your fur out!”

“Wuwah—” Little Tail burst into tears, wiping them as he cried: “I won’t gossip anymore! Let go quickly! My, my flower tuft is going to fall off! Wuwuwu, you’re unreasonable! You tried to use me to start a fire while I was in secluded cultivation before, and I, I didn’t even pull your tail, yet you’re pulling my tuft! Wuwuwu!”

When Song Xingzi was first picked up by Kuí from the barren mountain and handed over to the Nine-Tailed Fox, she was an unsophisticated little demon spirit. Her biggest concern every day was making chicken soup for her Fox Sister, capturing her Fox Sister’s stomach and Mèng Bǎimò’s heart, to prevent herself from being thrown back to the barren mountain.

However, Song Xingzi couldn’t distinguish between spiritual objects that had gained sentience and regular spiritual plants. She often grabbed the little demons to put in her pot, only realizing her mistake after being bitten or beaten. In this way, Song Xingzi harassed everyone, offending all the Grass and Wood Spirits in Qīngqiū.

A White Monkey swung down from a high branch, its long arm pulling on a vine, warning Song Xingzi, who was tyrannizing Little Tail’s head: “Little Pine Nut, let go quickly! Sister Nine is coming!”

Because Tǔ Jiǔ Yōu had plans to cultivate Song Xingzi as her successor, and as she was the Lord of Qīngqiū, she would unconsciously be stricter with Song Xingzi whenever she saw her fighting with the little demons. This caused Song Xingzi to be particularly afraid of a sudden, sky-piercing shout of, “Song Xingzi! Why are you fighting again?” during a brawl.

“Fox Sister? Thanks, Máo Máo.”

Song Xingzi quickly let go, pushing off the little boy’s head with her hind legs, and jumping back into Qīnglán’s arms. Qīnglán, who had been thoroughly enjoying the show, contentedly petted the squirrel and greeted the newcomer: “Little Nine, over here.”

Tǔ Jiǔ Yōu heard the news of “Song Xingzi is back!” resounding across Mount Túshān, so she put down her wine flask and hurried toward Song Xingzi’s location.

To integrate into Qīngqiū and live like everyone else when she first arrived, Song Xingzi insisted on having Kuí imitate the Ten-Mile Peach Forest at the foot of Mount Túshān, planting an acre of peach trees in front of her little wooden house, and maintaining the scene of perpetually blooming peach blossoms with her spiritual energy every day.

The alluring Nine-Tailed Fox demon, with her black hair and red lips, wearing a passionate red dress, emerged from the perpetually blooming pink haze, her every move captivating and soul-stealing.

Song Xingzi covered her rapidly pounding chest. A hummingbird was fluttering its wings in there. She couldn’t help but say to the Nine-Tailed Fox demon:

“Sister Nine, could I possibly kiss you?”