The Heroines I’ve Flirted With Are Bound to Go OOC - Chapter 2

“What a waste of god-given treasures,” Ye Naitang thought. “If we sold these, the village would be transformed. The residents would be well-fed and clothed, and their quality of life would improve by several tiers.”

She desperately wanted to say it aloud, but on second thought, she held back and instead remarked, “Mmm, it smells delicious.”

Even though the Five-Tailed Raccoon looked majestic on the outside, who could truly understand the secret of its flavor?

While a slow-cooked stew was good for making the meat tender and flavorful, roasting it over an open fire with a sprinkle of cumin and a patient brushing of oil until the skin turned a glazed reddish-brown—where the juices would flow along the grain of the meat the moment you sliced it—would surely be heavenly.

After a short while, the bowl was empty. Ye Naitang set the porcelain dish down with a look of satiated bliss. Shortly after, she felt waves of warmth surging from her abdomen toward her limbs, dispelling the chill. Her body was suddenly filled with an inexhaustible energy; she felt spirited and revitalized.

This is spiritual qi, a sudden thought flashed in her mind.

Ye Naitang let out a long breath and looked toward Er Bao. “Sister Er Bao, your eyes are truly beautiful.”

As she spoke, she leaned closer to the young girl, gazing into her pupils as if mesmerized.

Those eyes, dark as the night, reflected Ye Naitang’s own immature, budding face. Her hair was silver-white, but her most striking feature was her eyes—a blue as deep as the sky, the kind of color one could lose themselves in.

“You’re joking!”

Er Bao stood up abruptly, her face flushing red with embarrassment. She’s looking at me with such beautiful eyes and calling ME pretty?

Er Bao felt a sense of self-deprecation. In the past, everyone often praised her looks, and she had even believed it herself. But today, a person had appeared who made her realize what true beauty actually was.

“I… I should go. Get some rest early; Father wants to see you tomorrow morning.”

With that, the girl lowered her head, picked up the bowl, and turned to leave. Her departing figure looked very much like she was fleeing in a panic.

She left only Ye Naitang sitting on the bed, bewildered.

Just now, using the light, Ye Naitang had finally caught a clear glimpse of her own reflection.

Silver hair, blue eyes, a young girl, plus the setting of being heavily injured… such a person had indeed appeared in this web novel, and she was an important character.

In “stallion” novels, almost any woman with a bit of beauty eventually ends up involved with the male lead.

This included Yin Jiu. However, she was a special case—a character who existed only to deliver high-level gear to the protagonist before promptly “receiving her lunch box” (dying). She was essentially a “cannon fodder” supporting actress.

The novel was titled The Record of a Mortal’s Cultivation with God-Tier Luck. As the name suggested, the male protagonist’s greatest trump card was his luck stat.

But his luck didn’t appear out of thin air. During a journey, he was framed and lethally poisoned. While fleeing, he accidentally fell off a cliff. He thought he was a dead man, but instead, he encountered a dying, gasping deity.

That deity was Yin Jiu, the Goddess of Fortune and Order.

Her duty was to oversee the pantheon. Because she had ruined many of the gods’ “fun” over the years, they held a grudge. Eventually, they conspired to bring her down.

And so, the High Goddess Yin Jiu perished.

Her physical and spiritual forms were nearly obliterated, but having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, she possessed a life-saving artifact. She used it to escape to the mortal realm.

Afterward, the artifact exhausted its spiritual energy and shattered into fragments. Yin Jiu’s strength failed her, and her body shrunk from a twenty-year-old maiden into a thirteen-year-old “loli.”

The story skipped over several decades of her wandering. Finally, when her internal injuries became critical and she could no longer hold on, she met the male lead.

At the Dust-Severing Cliff in the Eastern Region—a desolate place—their meeting was deemed “destiny.”

And wouldn’t you know it? Sparks of love flew. Yin Jiu fell for the protagonist at first sight and didn’t hesitate to use “Yin-Yang harmony” (dual cultivation) to detoxify him. After their intimate encounter, Yin Jiu was on the verge of fading away. In her final moments, she gritted her teeth and passed her Divine Spark to the protagonist.

Though the Divine Spark was damaged, its power was still something other gods feared—hence why they chose assassination over a direct confrontation.

From that moment on, a legend of the cultivation world was born.

Having obtained the Divine Spark, the protagonist, Long Chen, acted as if divine winds were at his back. Opportunities and romantic encounters followed him everywhere.

In the beginning, his cultivation was limited, so he couldn’t use the spark’s true power. However, even by just being tainted with a sliver of its aura, Long Chen benefited immensely—his skyrocketing luck being the prime example.

Ye Naitang tried hard to recall the plot, then fell into a grim silence.

Everything about this body—the very meaning of its existence—was merely to provide a bit of fanservice and deliver a “golden finger” power-up before being discarded.

When she first read the plot, she didn’t think much of it. Thinking about it now made her blood boil. When she met the male lead, Yin Jiu still had the appearance of a child, yet he actually went through with it? It was a massive headache.

Ye Naitang suppressed any thought of cozying up to the protagonist. Going to him wouldn’t be “grabbing a powerful thigh” for support; it would be rushing to deliver her own equipment.

Besides, she didn’t need to lean on anyone. She was the “powerful thigh.”

With such great resources… how could she let them go to waste?

Ye Naitang tried to circulate her spiritual qi. Instantly, a majestic amount of energy gathered within her. Her meridians bulged unnaturally, and a swelling pain hit her. She quickly stopped.

“Ugh…”

A metallic taste rose in her throat. Her face turned pale as she forced down the urge to vomit.

The situation was worse than she had imagined.

Her cultivation was being suppressed by some eerie power, making it impossible to use. The Divine Spark within her was dim and lusterless, as if a gentle breeze could blow it into nothingness.

On the surface, she seemed lively enough, but internally, her lamp was running out of oil. If left alone, she wouldn’t just fail to regain her adult body—she might lose her life at any moment.

Ye Naitang didn’t plan on dying just yet. As she pondered a cure, fragments of unfamiliar knowledge spontaneously flashed through her mind.

The knowledge told her that to heal, she had to return to the God Realm. Only the Golden Jade Grass growing there could cure her. But with her current abilities, going back was too reckless. If discovered, her chance of survival was a mere one percent.

Fortunately, there was always a way out.

Another piece of data from her sea of consciousness showed that while the mortal realm lacked the herbs to cure her completely, the “Flowerless Fruit” (Fig) located in the Eastern Region could delay her injuries.

Ye Naitang wanted to read further, but when she touched upon other subjects, a piercing pain shot through her head.

Suddenly, her ears rang, and she saw stars. A wave of vertigo hit her, and she clutched her forehead in distress.

The girl’s face was ghostly pale. Cold sweat trickled down her youthful cheeks to her delicate chin, dripping onto the beast-hide quilt and leaving small damp marks.

It took quite a while for her to recover.

Following the pain was a heavy drowsiness that made her eyelids feel like lead.

The Next Day.

The morning sun rose slowly. Under the light, every grain of sand sparkled like a gemstone. A few sleek wild beasts stepped silently onto the sand, their eyes revealing fear as they looked toward the village.

An early-rising resident opened their door, and a dark-skinned young girl stepped out. She stretched, her arms and calves showing a faint layer of lean muscle.

Suddenly, she felt a sickening chill, as if she were being watched by a venomous snake. She looked toward the distance in confusion…

There was nothing there. On the vast desert, there was only a trail of oval footprints, seemingly left by a human.

Er Bao looked away indifferently and skipped toward the back house.

Meanwhile.

Having fallen asleep in a daze last night, Ye Naitang woke up without dreams. She felt refreshed, her thoughts incredibly clear.

She sat in contemplation for a moment, then got out of bed. After tidying her appearance, she opened the door.

She planned to walk around while it was early to familiarize herself with the terrain before meeting Er Bao’s father. If he had any ill intentions, she would find an opportunity to flee toward the Eastern Region.

The urgent task at hand was to find the Flowerless Fruit to buy herself more time. As for the Golden Jade Grass, she was determined to find a way back to the God Realm to get it.

Click—

The wooden door opened.

Coming toward her was the energetic young girl from before. She greeted Ye Naitang with a smile, two small dimples appearing on her cheeks. “Good morning! Ah… but it’s a bit too early. Father can’t meet you until noon.”

“It’s fine. Is it convenient to take a walk together? It’s my first time here, and I’m quite curious about the place,” Ye Naitang asked, closing the door behind her without leaving any room for refusal.

“Of course!”

The girl agreed immediately, as if afraid Ye Naitang would change her mind. Realizing her over-eagerness, she quickly covered her mouth and faked a few coughs. “I’ll just take you around the vicinity. It’s dangerous to go too far. The elders say wild beasts might be out.”

At this point, Er Bao put on a serious face, mimicking an adult’s exaggerated tone: “They… they love eating children like you the most!”

However, the girl in front of her remained expressionless. The brilliant sunlight hit her face but failed to add a shred of warmth. Her blue eyes were like unmelting ice, devoid of life.

“How terrifying,” Ye Naitang remarked. Realizing the atmosphere was a bit awkward, she cooperatively mimicked the reaction of a normal child.

She frowned and said, “I understand. We’ll just walk nearby.”

“Mm… follow me. Stay close.”

With that, the teenager stopped wasting time, and the two walked one after the other.

Before them lay a vast, empty sea of sand. The sky was a grayish-white, as if wrapped in a thin mist.

It looked lifeless and endless, devoid of any beauty—quite tedious, really.

Er Bao had long since grown tired of this scenery, yet at this moment, she felt it looked increasingly pleasant. Her steps even felt lighter.

The texture of the sand underfoot was smooth and slightly soft.

As time passed, the sound of rustling footsteps came to a halt. Ye Naitang stopped to catch her breath.

They had already circled the village once, giving her a general grasp of the situation. The population and land area were small. The most eye-catching thing was the massive fence made of stone—six zhang high (approx. 20 meters). Faint, weak whimpering sounds drifted from within.

“Are you interested in our livestock farm?” Er Bao stopped as well. Mentioning the only thing they had to show for themselves, she perked up a bit. “Want to go in and see? Though we don’t have much food stored right now…”

At this mention, the girl’s face clouded with worry. The wild beasts were getting craftier; the old ones were being eaten, but no new ones were coming. If this continued, they might starve to death.

“If it’s not too much trouble.” Ye Naitang walked toward the enclosure. She was indeed curious about the spirit beasts of the Western Region.

If they were truly as formidable as the legends in the Eastern Region suggested, how could they be captured by ordinary villagers who didn’t even have the strength to truss a chicken?

“By the way, how many meals do you eat a day?”

“One.”

Er Bao pushed open the gate of the enclosure, answering without looking back.

The door opened…

The scene inside was beyond Ye Naitang’s expectations. What was being held there were not fierce, powerful beasts, but fluffy little cubs.

Their moist, black-and-white eyes stared unblinkingly at the newcomers. Their tails wagged back and forth, and the milky, tiny howls they let out were enough to melt anyone’s heart.