Transmigrated Into the Body of a Sickly Villain's Kitten - Chapter 11

Since Guan Jin reverted to her original form, Fu Rou noticed that the ancient mansion had become much quieter.

It seemed that aside from Guan Jin, no one in the mansion was particularly talkative.

Shi Yao was in the study handling matters of the demon realm, Ke Fan was diligently studying medical texts amidst the vast array of sun-drying herbs in the backyard, and Liang Zhuo was filming in the kitchen. Fu Rou, on the other hand, hopped and skipped around, doing whatever she pleased.

In the past, when Fu Rou was too small, even climbing onto a cabinet required immense effort. Now, with her cultivation, she was as light as a swallow, and even scaling the roof to remove tiles was a simple task.

Liang Zhuo was a food blogger, and the meals he prepared were truly fragrant. Although Fu Rou couldn’t eat them, she envied the satisfied expressions on Ke Fan and Guan Jin’s faces every time. Back then, she just wanted to eat, really, really wanted to.

As for Shi Yao, a fairy like her only needed to drink dew and absorb spiritual energy, completely devoid of any desire for food.

But Fu Rou found her fondness for Liang Zhuo growing daily because of the incredibly delicious meat he brought her. Initially, Liang Zhuo had bought a lot of cat food for the little kitten, but Fu Rou had little interest in it. She only loved eating meat and fish, savoring every bite with delight.

A few times, Liang Zhuo even filmed Fu Rou eating and marveled inwardly at how even a pretty little kitten looked adorable when devouring food ravenously.

Today, Liang Zhuo had prepared a bowl of sashimi made from fish caught in the Crescent Moon Pond, mixed with a nutritional paste that would benefit the kitten.

After finishing the fish, Fu Rou licked her mouth clean and then extended her front paws to lick them as well. Such a life where she didn’t have to cook and was even fed by someone else was truly blissful.

After eating, she could return to her favorite little dinosaur cat bed for a nap, so utterly content.

Once Liang Zhuo had taken care of Fu Rou, he began tidying the kitchen to prepare for filming. The kitchen had clearly been carefully renovated, appearing spacious and elegant, perfect for video recording.

Liang Zhuo showed no intention of shooing Fu Rou away, so she simply lay there, watching him set up several cameras, adjust the lighting, and smoothly deliver his opening lines before starting to cook.

He had a delicate and refined appearance, looking a bit simple-minded yet endearing, probably with a sizable fanbase.

Working for Shi Yao was truly relaxing; besides fulfilling her duties, she could even pursue a side hustle.

But aside from raising cats, what else could Fu Rou do?

She rolled over and pondered for a while before concluding: she could also eat.

Well, better not disturb Liang Zhuo while he was filming. Fu Rou gracefully leaped off the cabinet, planning to leave the kitchen and wander around.

It was only in such quiet moments that the thoughts she had been avoiding slowly crept back into her mind.

Fu Rou had achieved her wish of becoming a little kitten, eating, drinking, playing, and frolicking every day, seemingly carefree and without a worry. But the mysteries surrounding her remained numerous.

Just like the questions Shi Yao had asked her not long ago, was she truly not curious?

Not necessarily.

It was just that she had no means or methods to uncover those truths.

So, she decided to adopt a more laid-back approach, going with the flow without being too complacent.

Fu Rou walked along a small path for a long time. She had assumed that circling around the mansion would bring her back to where she started, but now she suddenly had no idea where she was.

She glanced back and realized there was no path behind her either, with only a small door ahead.

What’s going on?

If there’s no path behind her, how did she end up here?

Why did this inexplicable empty door suddenly appear in front of her?

Fu Rou felt a wave of dizziness, her limbs suddenly went weak, and she collapsed completely to the ground.

Lately, there had been many matters in the demon realm, and Shi Yao had piled up a lot of work just to spend time playing with Fu Rou.

But even trivial disputes required her attention, and the more Shi Yao looked at them, the darker her expression grew.

These matters gradually accumulated into a small mountain, seemingly endless.

Shi Yao pressed her fingers against her temples, narrowing her long, narrow eyes slightly. Her expression was impatient, and the small mole on her eyelid appeared strikingly crimson, accentuating her increasingly cold demeanor.

She raised her hand to grasp the mouse, pulled the four great elders of the demon realm and the leaders of the five major clans into a WeChat group, and slowly typed on the keyboard: “I no longer wish to be the ruler of the demon realm. Feel free to choose someone else.”

After sending the message, Shi Yao directly deactivated her WeChat account, logged out of all her email accounts, closed her laptop, and prepared to go find Fu Rou to play.

It was about time for her to have finished her meal, but she hadn’t heard any movement in the courtyard, nor any sounds of playful kittens from the opposite room.

Shi Yao left the courtyard and headed straight for the kitchen. At that moment, Liang Zhuo had just finished cooking and was preparing to pack up his video recording equipment. When he saw Shi Yao, he straightened up like a student caught by the headteacher, forcing a stiff smile: “Honored Master, what brings you here?”

“Where is she?”

It was clear who “she” referred to. Liang Zhuo glanced at the spot where Fu Rou had been lying earlier and suddenly felt a pang of guilt. “She was just napping here a moment ago…”

Shi Yao said nothing and turned to leave in search of Fu Rou.

But after searching high and low, she couldn’t find even a trace of the cat.

Shi Yao sensed something was wrong. She felt a strange current of energy.

Spreading her arms and closing her eyes, Shi Yao’s ears gradually elongated and sharpened as she rose into the air, sensing every breath of energy within the ancient mansion.

Her spiritual power extended not only throughout the mansion but also across the entirety of Wuqi Mountain, allowing her to perceive everything happening there.

She knew that once those cats were released, they would surely report to their masters. Those who couldn’t restrain themselves would try every means to enter Wuqi Mountain to confirm the news.

But she hadn’t expected them to target Youyou first.

Shi Yao suddenly opened her eyes. Sensing an unusual disturbance, she raised her hand and gathered a water sphere in the air, hurling it toward the southwest corner of the mansion.

The wall there shattered into pieces, revealing the hidden illusion. Shi Yao let out a cold laugh and encased the unconscious kitten in a bubble.

The bubble floated into the air and popped in Shi Yao’s hand. She gently stroked Fu Rou’s damp fur.

As the water vapor evaporated, the drenched kitten slowly became clean and dry. Shi Yao cradled the cat in her arms and looked down at the disheppled spirit sparrow on the ground, her gentle expression concealing a hint of cruelty.

“Why are the people of Tianluo Forest so impatient? Are they in such a hurry to take their master’s object of fantasy home?”

The spirit sparrow, severely injured, transformed into a petite young girl. Her eyes, filled with resentment, stared unblinkingly at Shi Yao. “You demon! With all the blood on your hands, aren’t you afraid of retribution?!”

“Retribution?” Shi Yao narrowed her eyes, letting out a self-mocking laugh. “I’m afraid, but does killing hypocrites count as a sin?”

Ling Que wanted to say more, but Shi Yao slowly drew a thread of water from her palm, piercing straight through Ling Que’s shoulder and hoisting her into the air.

The wall in the southwest direction was still collapsed. When Liang Zhuo rushed over upon hearing the noise, he was met with this chilling sight.

Shi Yao walked leisurely ahead, cradling the kitten in her arms, while the demoness trailed behind, suspended by the water thread. Blood seeped from the pierced shoulder, merging with the water thread, gradually turning it into a “blood thread.”

Ke Fan, having also hurried over upon hearing the wall shatter, watched as the thread holding Ling Que suddenly fell to the ground, dissolving into a pool of blood. Shi Yao remarked, “She’s a spy sent by Tianluo Forest. Just keep her alive, no need to waste medicine.”

“Yes.”

Watching Shi Yao’s unhurried retreating figure, Liang Zhuo swallowed hard. “I feel like the Honored Master is… a bit different from before…”

The former Sect Master was aloof, indifferent to everything except her monthly period of weakness, when she would obsessively toss cats into the back mountains. What else could possibly hold her attention so intensely?

Perhaps the centuries-long tranquility of Wuqi Mountain was about to be shattered.

Ke Fan sighed. “Or perhaps this is who she has always been.”

Having been by Shi Yao’s side for so many years, Ke Fan had come to understand some of her habits.

From allowing the immortal sects to send cats to Wuqi Mountain to patrolling the back mountains during each of her weak periods, none of it could be mere coincidence.

She had been waiting for a long time.

So, everything happening now was likely within Shi Yao’s control.

Ling Que lay on the ground, barely clinging to life. Ke Fan took a bottle of pain-relief pills from his pocket and fed one to her, then turned to Liang Zhuo. “Help me carry her to the medicine hut.”

…

Fu Rou was well aware that she had fainted.

But when she opened her eyes, she found herself not in the ancient residence she had been living in recently.

She rose from a warm embrace and looked up to see Shi Yao, her entire being radiating a fierce aura.

What happened? Who provoked this great demon lord again?

Fu Rou realized she couldn’t move freely, her limbs refused to obey her commands.

She desperately wanted to stretch, but the body she inhabited merely rolled over, exposing its soft belly as if inviting the person beside her to indulge in some rough play. Then, in a lively, cheerful voice, it asked, “What’s wrong? Thinking about those unhappy memories again?”

Fu Rou was certain those words hadn’t come from her. She felt like a spectator residing within this body, watching scenes from a past she had long forgotten.

At this moment, Shi Yao still looked young, barely in her teens. Her eyes were pools of endless darkness, and the aura she emitted was deeply unsettling.

“I’ve devoted myself to cultivation for so many years, only to end up with nothing. The person I wanted to kill died long ago, it’s utterly unsatisfying.”

“Wow, saying something like that really makes me want to hit you. I cultivated for hundreds of years just to take human form, and you, after barely over a decade, can already manipulate water with such ease. Is this the innate talent of the merfolk?”

Youyou’s words caused some of the fierce aura around Shi Yao to dissipate slightly.

It was still early morning. They had rested in the mountains overnight, with Shi Yao holding Youyou in her arms as they slept. Youyou’s fur remained completely dry, but Shi Yao’s hair and eyelashes were covered in glistening dew.

Seeing that Shi Yao had no intention of petting her, Youyou hopped down to the ground. With a slight shake of her delicate pink paws, the dew on Shi Yao instantly vanished.

“It’s not a talent. Before my father passed, he made me study all the secret texts of the merfolk.”

“Huh? That’s amazing!”

Shi Yao stood up and resumed her aimless journey. “It’s nothing special. My parents died because of me, I’m nothing but a curse. You’ve been with me all these years, yet you haven’t accomplished what you set out to do. You should find someone else.”

Hearing this, Youyou sensed something was wrong. She hurried after Shi Yao and said, “I think you’re wonderful! When it rains, you always hold me close so I don’t get wet. How could someone so kind be a curse?”

“But there’s nothing left for you to help me with.”

Fu Rou could sense Youyou’s anxiety. The little kitten knew she had to stick to Shi Yao like a plaster.

Just then, through Youyou’s eyes, Fu Rou noticed faint golden particles drifting from Shi Yao, along with her unique fragrance.

Fu Rou couldn’t quite describe the scent, but to a cat, it was undeniably captivating.

Youyou trotted after Shi Yao, calling out loudly, “Even if you don’t need my help, I still need you! Your petting skills are incredible! All these years, you’re the only one who’s ever touched my belly, you have to take responsibility for that, you know!”

“Responsibility?”

Shi Yao stopped and looked down at the proud little white cat tilting her head up, somewhat puzzled by her words.

The kitten let out a “hmph!” and sat down firmly in front of Shi Yao, declaring seriously, “You probably don’t realize how popular I am, do you? Over the years, plenty of people have wanted to stroke my fur, but you’re the only one I’ve allowed to touch my paws, my belly, even my tail! By human standards, you’re nothing but a scoundrel, taking liberties with me, touching my body, and now thinking you can just walk away? Don’t even dream of it!”