Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 103

After their second year of marriage, Feng Xianchen and Zhuang Jingwei had a child carried by Zhuang Jingwei, since she didn’t want her Dao companion to suffer the hardship.

The child of a half-demon and a human was born an ordinary, wrinkled little baby looking rather like a tiny monkey. But when Feng Xianchen held the baby in her arms, the little one began to shrink smaller and smaller until she turned into a milk kitten.

“This child must also be a half-demon,” said Xuan Qing when they brought the baby to the demon realm to ask for advice. “But her demonic bloodline is much weaker than Xianchen’s. Only before her full moon will she change back and forth like this.”

She and Feng Funing exchanged a look, then tentatively asked,
“If you’re worried, you can leave her in our care.”

So the little half-demon stayed in the demon realm and was named Feng Jian Yue (“Moon-Seer Feng”).

Both Xuan Qing and Feng Funing loved taking care of little ones. Feng Funing, who had died young in the past and never got to watch her own daughter grow up, was especially doting toward her granddaughter  practically spoiling the little one to the heavens.

Little Jian Yue was affectionate and loved to be close to people. When she rested, she would lie upon her grandmothers’ furry demon bodies; when she cried or was uneasy, her grandmothers would transform into cats and rub up against her to soothe her, grooming her fur affectionately.

When she became old enough to remember things, Jian Yue even thought she was a cat demon too. But after her full moon, she could no longer transform no matter how hard she tried to absorb demonic energy, she couldn’t grow cat ears or a tail.

Still, Jian Yue wouldn’t give up. As she grew older, she began collecting the shed fur of her two grandmothers and Mei Linghan, using them to make things. Following a handmade craft book her Aunt Lin Yanyu had given her, she patiently used a needle to poke the fur into the shape of cat ears and a tail.

Perhaps she inherited Feng Xianchen’s talent for crafting it didn’t take long before Jian Yue made a pair of fake cat ears so realistic they could fool anyone. She tied them to her head with fine silk thread, let her hair fall to cover her human ears, and looked into the mirror, feeling she was now a proper cat demon.

The tail was harder to make and she didn’t have enough fur so she left it aside for now and, wearing her cat ears, went off to find her grandmothers.

Xuan Qing and Feng Funing were napping together in the cat bed Feng Xianchen had given them when they saw Jian Yue’s head sprouting a pair of furry ears. Startled, Xuan Qing jumped up in fright, tumbling right out of the cat bed and onto the stone floor.

“Don’t scare us like that again,” Xuan Qing said once she caught her breath, gently pinching Jian Yue’s cat ears in exasperation.

Jian Yue replied softly, feeling wronged, took off the ears, and turned away sadly only for Feng Funing to catch her hand.

Feng Funing gathered a bit of demonic energy and brushed it over Jian Yue’s head and tailbone. Then she conjured a water mirror and smiled, gesturing for Jian Yue to look.

Jian Yue peered into the mirror and found she now had the same kind of real ears and tail as her grandmothers! Overjoyed, she jumped up and down, threw her arms around Feng Funing’s neck, and laughed aloud.

“So that’s what you wanted a demon form!” Xuan Qing said, realizing at last. “That’s easy! While you cultivate, try storing demonic energy in your body.”

As soon as she said this, Feng Funing hung a pendant around Jian Yue’s neck a smooth, round bone charm polished like jade. With her keen sense, Xuan Qing recognized it at once as made from a purified fragment of Xuanlong bone.

“I’ve already cleansed it,” Feng Funing wrote on a spirit slip. “There’s no killing energy in it — it’s only for storing demonic qi and warding off evil.”

Just as she finished writing, Feng Funing felt her tail tip tickle. Turning, she saw Xuan Qing mischievously scratching it with her claws.

Now that Jian Yue had happily run off to practice, only the two of them remained in the demon lord’s bedchamber. Feng Funing retaliated without mercy, scratching back then even transformed into her cat form and pounced with a playful meow, pressing Xuan Qing down.

“You so petty!” Xuan Qing yelped theatrically, transforming as well, and soon the two cats were rolling around the floor in a tangle of fur.

When Mei Linghan came in to deliver pastries and tea, she found the chamber which she had just cleaned that morning now completely covered in cat fur. Her face darkened instantly.

“Shameless elders! Setting a bad example for the young!” Mei Linghan scolded, slammed down the tray, transformed into her demon form, and promptly joined the brawl.

That afternoon, when little Jian Yue came to collect fur for her crafts, she found her cloth sack large enough for an adult cat to nap in completely full.

Jian Yue soon grew old enough to begin formal cultivation.

As the personal attendant of the demon lord and consort, Mei Linghan doubted that either of those indulgent elders would teach the child properly. After consulting Feng Xianchen and Zhuang Jingwei, she took Jian Yue to the human realm and entrusted her training to Ye Yaozhi, who lived in seclusion on Que Ling Island.

Even though the demon lord herself admitted that Ye Yaozhi’s cultivation was steady and disciplined, Ye Yaozhi still considered herself unworthy of the title “Master.” Yet Jian Yue insisted on calling her “Master” anyway, her voice bright and sincere.

After a while, Ye Yaozhi stopped trying to correct her.

Every late spring, Jian Yue would accompany her master to the mountains to visit a solitary grave.

The first time, she didn’t understand, and asked curiously,
“Master, who’s sleeping here?”

“My beloved,” Ye Yaozhi said softly, smiling faintly.

Jian Yue wiped the tears from her master’s face, then looked angrily at the grave.
“She made you cry and still won’t wake up to comfort you what kind of beloved is that?”

Ye Yaozhi chuckled, ruffled her hair, tightened the orange fur cloak around her shoulders, and poured a bowl of peach blossom wine before the grave marked Yang Hengyu.

“She’s hurt,” Ye Yaozhi explained gently. “She has to sleep for a very, very long time.”

“Can’t we take her to Healer Yuzhuo?” Jian Yue asked. “Healer Yuzhuo is amazing! And if she can’t do it, there’s Senior Song Yan and the others…”

“She can’t be healed,” Ye Yaozhi murmured, shaking her head. “No one… no one can heal her.”

Seeing her master’s tears fall faster, Jian Yue fell silent and gently patted her back.

“It’s okay,” Jian Yue said solemnly after a moment. “Waiting isn’t so hard. I’ll wait with Master until she wakes up!”

As the years went by, Jian Yue grew up and when she turned twelve, she reluctantly left Que Ling Island, carrying a recommendation letter from her mothers. She entered Kui Xuan Academy, apprenticed under Elder Chu Hanzhi, who was the teacher of Qin Changxin, Feng Xianchen, and Zhuang Jingwei.

By now, Chu Hanzhi’s hair was completely silver, and the big white cat in her arms had also grown old.

Perhaps age had softened her she was no longer as cold or severe as before. She taught Jian Yue with kindness and patience, and seeing the girl work so diligently, she even allowed her to pet the old white cat while resting.

After half a year at Kui Xuan Academy, Jian Yue began to miss the cats of the demon realm, her family in Zhu Prefecture City, and her wolf master on Que Ling Island. So Chu Hanzhi gave her a one-month leave to return home before the New Year.

At year’s end, the streets of Zhu Prefecture City were filled with lanterns and decorations. Jian Yue walked along wide-eyed, dazzled by the sights.

When she reached the Feng residence, she found all her relatives sitting together in the courtyard making dumplings. She ran toward them, threw herself into Feng Xianchen’s arms, and beamed up with a bright smile.

“I’m home!”

(The End)