Transmigrated Into the Body of a Sickly Villain's Kitten - Chapter 18.3

Fu Rou narrowed her eyes, exuding an air of royal disdain. As soon as Shi Yao finished speaking, Qi Wushuang crossed the crosswalk and stood before her.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at Wuqi Mountain? What are you doing here?”

“Just taking a stroll. Seeing how polluted and broken this spiritless world is.”

Oho, the tension is thick.

Fu Rou turned over in Shi Yao’s embrace, her eyes opening to reveal vertical pupils. Qi Wushuang immediately furrowed her brow, her eyelids twitching.

“Yun Mi, you’ve returned too.”

“Did you know how terribly she suffered because of your heartless pear blossom? That little pear blossom of yours has now been reincarnated as a human, enjoying a happy and stable family and life. Yet for centuries, she has endured the torment of refinement. Goddess Wushuang, don’t you think the cultivation world has been playing you for a fool all along?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I want to kill you, but I feel letting you die so easily would be too merciful. I also want to torment you, yet I know you fear no punishment. How about this, since you wish to see that pear blossom spirit live happily, I’ll simply destroy everything she now possesses.”

“How dare you!”

“Of course I dare. Don’t forget who I am. When I say something, I absolutely mean it.”

Qi Wushuang knew exactly what kind of power the white cat possessed when united with Shi Yao. Her own abilities had greatly diminished, and those remaining in the cultivation world were nothing but worthless remnants, barely clinging to life and incapable of achieving anything significant.

Shi Yao, ruling over Wuqi Mountain, feared neither heaven nor earth. Having recently issued a stern warning to the cultivation world, Qi Wushuang understood clearly that Shi Yao intended to annihilate all the cultivation sects to exact revenge for past grievances. Seeing Qi Wushuang’s frustrated expression, Shi Yao felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. She raised her hand to stroke the cat’s soft fur, her demeanor suddenly gentle as if she hadn’t just uttered those threats. “Don’t worry,” she said kindly, “I didn’t say I would definitely harm that little pear blossom demon. I just want you to watch a play, to let you, an emotionless cultivator, experience what it feels like to regret everything too late.”

By the time they returned to Wuqi Mountain, the sky had completely darkened.

Throughout the journey, Fu Rou was filled with anxiety. Recalling the novels she had read, one phrase kept echoing in her mind: Villains die because they talk too much.

Yes, your words were intense, arrogant, and domineering, but standing before you is the original protagonist, the ultimate powerhouse blessed with buffs!

While listening to Qi Wushuang’s inner thoughts, Fu Rou felt as if she were about to experience secondhand embarrassment for Shi Yao.

She’s already connected with the cultivation world. Do you really think she’ll wait around for you to make her ‘regret everything too late’?

Fu Rou desperately wanted to share the intelligence she had gathered with Shi Yao, but she had no way to communicate properly with her now.

The little kitten was deeply troubled.

Watching this self-assured villain gleefully preparing to give her a bath, Fu Rou felt utterly helpless.

She might not be able to save her after all.

Fu Rou had no idea what tricks the protagonist group and the cultivation sects had up their sleeves. She hadn’t heard their inner thoughts, and Qi Wushuang’s mind only mentioned Hua Yufeng asking for her help to guard Wuqi Mountain, nothing more.

Having grown up reading countless brainless novels where protagonists effortlessly triumphed and villains were forcibly dumbed down, Fu Rou often felt like she needed to pay a fortune for a pair of eyes that had never seen such stories.

Now, she felt like Shi Yao was being forcibly dumbed down too.

So frustrating.

After returning, the little kitten had been lying on the table by the window, looking up at the crescent moon.

In moments of crisis, people always think about how to survive, and Fu Rou was no exception.

She didn’t want to die alongside Shi Yao, but she was just a little kitten now, utterly useless.

“Why do you seem even more unhappy after I took you out for a walk?”

Shi Yao was quite puzzled. She walked to the window, glanced at the moonlight, and placed her hand on the kitten, gently stroking its fur.

Fu Rou turned her head, the moonlight reflecting a soft blue light in her eyes. She let out a soft meow, stood up from the table, and rubbed her head against Shi Yao’s hand.

No matter what, she genuinely felt compassion for this antagonist.

With such high combat prowess and charm, yet constantly suppressed by the protagonist, it was truly not easy.

Before those cultivation sects came to cause trouble at Wuqi Mountain, she might as well keep Shi Yao company. This was probably the last thing she could do for this character.

Seeing the kitten’s unusual behavior, Shi Yao felt a bit suspicious but didn’t dwell on it too much. She picked up the kitten and said, “Didn’t I say I’d give you a bath? After your bath, it’s time to rest.”

Huh?

She really meant a bath?!

Fu Rou had originally thought Shi Yao meant to use some kind of spell or something to bathe her, but she actually meant washing with water?

Many facilities in this ancient mansion had already been modernized, though the exterior still retained its classical charm. The room Shi Yao was staying in was the largest in the mansion. Her bedroom was spacious, and the bathroom was naturally no exception.

Fu Rou had never explored Shi Yao’s bathroom before. Since she spent every day here, she had long lost her sense of curiosity. But now she noticed that the bathroom floor was covered with pearls, and the pearl powder Shi Yao had crushed earlier was neatly stored in jars.

What a strange collection obsession.

Shi Yao had already changed back into her original blue gauze dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. With her eyes lowered, she seemed less fierce and more gentle.

The bathtub was already filled with water at just the right temperature. Fu Rou was gently placed into the tub by Shi Yao.

Sitting beside the tub, Shi Yao wet the soft fur on the kitten’s back with water. Fu Rou stretched out her paws to play with two small rubber ducks floating on the surface.

The toys in Fu Rou’s playroom had been replaced with a new batch. Since Shi Yao didn’t trim the kitten’s claws, almost every toy had been scratched to pieces, resulting in a high turnover rate.

The little kitten thoroughly enjoyed soaking in the water. Unlike most cats, she wasn’t afraid of water, in fact, she quite liked playing in it.

“You must have been like this since you met Qi-”

After the incident with Wushuang, Shi Yao began to grow visibly worried. Was she concerned about me? Or was she afraid I wouldn’t be able to handle her?

Fu Rou’s eyelids drooped slightly, unlike her usual wide-eyed expression, lending her an air of seriousness and scrutiny.

Shi Yao was most adept at talking to herself. She didn’t need any response from Fu Rou as she squeezed two pumps of cat shampoo into her hands, working it into a lather, and said, “Honestly, I’ve rarely regretted anything, but if I hadn’t deceived you back then, if I hadn’t forced you to stay by my side, perhaps you would have already completed a hundred good deeds and gone off to live freely and happily. Instead, you’ve been dragged down by me, unable to regain your human form, and in the end, suffered so much because of me.”

For centuries, Shi Yao had been tormented without respite. She was filled with regret, anger, and pain. Every time she recalled the moments Youyou spent by her side, it felt as though her heart were bleeding.

She even wondered if these experiences were nothing but a dream. But when she saw the golden pearl hanging from her ankle, tears fell like rain, one after another.

That was Youyou’s heart.

If Youyou had given her heart to her, did that mean she had loved her too?

Shi Yao wanted a definitive answer. For that answer, she could endure and persevere, but she never expected to find a Youyou who had lost all her memories.

Shi Yao spread the foam over the cat’s body and gently scratched under her chin. “I won’t let you suffer anymore. By my side, you’ll be happy every day.”

Bathing the cat was nothing unfamiliar to Shi Yao. As she had said, she knew everything about Youyou’s habits, her greed for food, her lack of fear of water, her fondness for floating strange little objects in the bath to play with.

After washing the cat thoroughly, Shi Yao lifted Fu Rou out of the water. Fu Rou couldn’t be bothered to dwell on how disheveled she must look. As long as Shi Yao didn’t laugh at her, it was fine.

The cat was placed on a towel laid out on the bathroom counter. In just two seconds, the water on Fu Rou’s fur dried completely. Shi Yao then picked up a comb and began brushing her fur with practiced ease.

The little white cat’s coat, already soft and glossy, looked even more beautiful and adorable after the bath and thorough brushing.

Fu Rou enjoyed the full pampering session, feeling thoroughly satisfied. She even considered giving Shi Yao a perfect ten out of ten.

Being a pampered cat was truly blissful, no need to worry about anything.

If this were a dream of turning into a cat, she’d certainly gotten her money’s worth in enjoyment.

As Shi Yao brushed Fu Rou’s fur, she was exceptionally careful, afraid of hurting the cat. She even lifted the cat’s paws to trim the fur around them.

Fu Rou was almost ready to applaud Shi Yao’s professionalism.

Once everything was done, Shi Yao held Fu Rou and lay down on the bed, feeling the small, warm weight against her.

The little cat in her arms breathed softly and rhythmically. Shi Yao had never felt such profound peace and tranquility before.

The moonlight was tender, though tinged with imperfection.

Who could say whether it was the flaws that made memories more unforgettable, or perfection that brought greater beauty?

“Once I deal with all those people, we’ll leave Wuqi Mountain and find a new place to settle down. I’ll infuse that mountain with even more spiritual energy, and we can cultivate together, never bothering with those worldly fools blinded by greed again.”

“Meow?” Fu Rou sensed something deeper in Shi Yao’s words. What did she mean by “infusing” the mountain with spiritual energy?

“You guessed right. The reason all the spiritual energy remains in Wuqi Mountain now is entirely because of me. I am the last of the merfolk. Spiritual energy originates from the deep sea, and my cultivation path is entirely different from those land-dwellers. Even if they seize Wuqi Mountain, they can’t stop the spiritual energy from dissipating. Sooner or later, they’ll revert to mere mortals. Unless… I was willing to share a bit of my spiritual energy with them, but…”

Shi Yao let out a cold laugh. “They don’t deserve it.”