Transmigrated Into the Body of a Sickly Villain's Kitten - Chapter 19

Fu Rou was utterly speechless, unable to articulate the shock she felt at that moment.

She had to admit that the setting for Shi Yao was somewhat overpowered, but the original book never mentioned any of this at all!

These developments completely exceeded the scope of the book’s plot, even surpassing the protagonist’s plot armor.

The protagonists relied on spiritual energy to survive, while Shi Yao was the one who created or preserved that spiritual energy. Instead of elevating her to the heavens, they wanted to kill her, what kind of logic was that?

Fu Rou realized that what she knew now differed greatly from the original book.

Perhaps when she read the book, the author wrote it from Shen Xiaobai’s perspective, so those who opposed the protagonists were labeled as villains. But the stories behind those villains painted a completely different picture.

Fu Rou’s head began to ache again.

She simply couldn’t dwell on the plot involving Youyou and Shi Yao, the moment she tried, her mind felt like it was about to explode.

Yet Shi Yao’s words had connected many seemingly unrelated events in Fu Rou’s mind.

She needed time to carefully think things through, but right now, her kitten brain’s capacity was far from enough.

She felt utterly overwhelmed.

As the kitten in her arms gradually drifted into a deep sleep, Shi Yao sighed softly and slowly closed her eyes.

It had been some time since Shi Yao sent out the WeChat notification announcing she was stepping down.

After she left the group, the old monsters of the demon realm grew restless and anxious. No one dared to leave a comment under her message, so her words remained pinned at the top.

“Is the Demon Lord joking with us?”

“P-probably, right? Maybe she’s just teasing us to see our reactions?”

“Maybe we’ve been sending too many pointless emails, and the Demon Lord got fed up…”

“Should we send fewer from now on?”

These chattering demons gathered around a conference table, each appearing to be in their thirties or forties, though their actual ages likely exceeded a thousand years.

Over a thousand years ago, the Demon Emperor suddenly vanished. He Qingye left the deep mountains to search for him but only found Shi Yao surrounded and besieged by cultivators.

She wasn’t the Demon Emperor, but she carried his aura.

As a devoted fan of the Demon Emperor, He Qingye wouldn’t give up any hope of finding him. She approached Shi Yao, explained the situation, and asked her to lead the demon race. At first, Shi Yao refused, but later, as if she had come to some realization, she agreed.

After Shi Yao was sealed at Wuqi Mountain, she lost contact with the outside world. In just a few hundred years, the arrival of modern society left the surviving demons in a panic. The wastelands they had gradually cultivated had turned into tourist attractions, and they no longer knew where to go or what to do.

Years of labor had made the demons simple, honest, and kind-hearted, no different from ordinary humans.

Fortunately, with the advancement of modern communication, He Qingye finally reconnected with Shi Yao and learned that she was being cared for. The peony demon by her side was efficient and capable, and they established a stable line of communication.

Later, the demon clan established a corporation in the human world. Under Shi Yao’s direction, they began developing real estate in coastal areas, gradually expanding their operations into industrial enterprises. They even hired professional managers to oversee the business. When bored, the demons would still engage in farming and weaving, completing tasks with remarkable efficiency.

The corporation, now majority-owned by Shi Yao, had become a well-known enterprise in the coastal regions. The demons were well-organized, receiving annual dividends from the corporation that ensured their long-term livelihood.

As a result, these demons gradually found themselves with little to worry about. Their greatest daily joy became sending emails to Shi Yao, even sharing trivial family matters. On days when they felt down, they treated Shi Yao as an emotional dumping ground.

Initially, the demons thought these emails might alleviate Shi Yao’s solitude in the secluded Wuqi Mountain. They never expected her to outright declare she no longer wished to be the master of the demon realm.

It was only then that they began to realize they had become a nuisance.

He Qingye, a bamboo spirit and the foremost of the demon clan’s four elders, did not manage the corporation’s affairs but was responsible for restraining the demons. Though she had little direct interaction with Shi Yao, she could sense Shi Yao’s changing attitude through the emails she had replied to over the years.

For instance, Shi Yao’s responses had dwindled from three sentences to two, then to one, followed by a simple “noted,” and now just a curt “mm.” This clearly reflected her growing impatience.

“From now on, stop bombarding our lord with pointless chatter. Share more about the beauty and joy of the human world instead. We can’t reach Guan Jin either, could something have happened in Wuqi Mountain?”

“Should we go check it out?”

“Wuqi Mountain is protected by formations and barriers. Have you forgotten our last attempt? Our lord had to rescue us.”

“We haven’t forgotten, but we’re worried.”

He Qingye pondered carefully. Though her relationship with Shi Yao was not particularly close, Shi Yao had made sincere efforts to settle the demons properly. Over the years, even as contact with Wuqi Mountain was lost, Shi Yao had never truly abandoned them.

Perhaps she was merely in a mood, but Guan Jin’s sudden disappearance was indeed strange.

He Qingye said, “Alright, I’ll go to Wuqi Mountain myself. Wait for my news, I’ll inform you as soon as I know anything.”

“That seems to be the only way.”

“Agreed.”

“If you see our lord, please apologize on our behalf. We won’t send those meaningless emails anymore.”

Just as He Qingye was about to set off, someone knocked on the conference room door. Her assistant entered, placing a tablet in front of her, and said, “Elder, I just discovered that a group of young people online has organized a tour to explore Wuqi Mountain. The public sentiment seems a bit off, would you like to take a look?”

“What’s going on?!” Wen Shuiyi, another of the demon clan’s four elders and a spider spirit who was also a skilled hacker, her multiple legs making typing effortless, exclaimed in alarm.

Mount Wuqi must not be discovered by humans, otherwise, it would be a real headache if it got developed into a tourist attraction. That’s why she always kept an eye on online trends, ready to handle any signs of trouble immediately. Who would have thought that just stepping out for a meeting would lead to something like this?

They gathered around the large screen in the conference room to watch the video. The person who posted it was the leader of an adventure team. In the video, he carried a backpack while four other young people waved at the camera beside him. “Recently, we discovered a really strange place on the map, it’s shrouded in fog all day, and there’s no information about it online. We’ve even heard rumors that immortals live there. We’re heading over to check it out and see if there really are any immortals! Hahaha!”

The next clip showed them driving toward the location. In the third video, they had already arrived near Mount Wuqi. There were no roads nearby, and they were wading through a river in thick outdoor gear. “There are so many rivers around here. It looks like water is flowing down from the mountain, but why is the fog so dense? And the deeper we go, the colder it gets. Looking up, everything is just a vast expanse of white.”

“They posted four videos in a row, with less than ten minutes between each. The last one seemed to be shot at the foot of the mountain, but they kept circling in the fog. Then, a girl’s scream echoed, the screen grew blurry, and after it went completely black, a man’s scream followed before everything abruptly cut off.”

He Qingye took a deep breath, her brow furrowing involuntarily.

The real problem wasn’t the online audience clamoring for answers, it was how to get in touch with Shi Yao.

“I’ll head to Mount Wuqi right now and drag those people out. It’s better than waiting for a rescue team to go up there.”

Why, after so many years of peace, had Mount Wuqi suddenly been exposed by a group of young people? And why were they talking about exploring and searching for immortals?

Wen Shuiyi instinctively felt something was off. “You should go quickly. I don’t think this is as simple as it seems. Even if they were trying to create hype with their videos, they wouldn’t post four all at once. Normally, they’d space them out weekly to keep the audience curious and engaged. The way they’ve done it seems deliberately aimed at drawing attention to Mount Wuqi. I’ll trace the locations where these videos were uploaded and get back to you.”

“Alright.”

…

Shi Yao could sense that someone had breached the barrier.

Her barrier worked on beings from the cultivation world, on demons, on ghosts, but not on humans.

Once, a cat had whispered in her ear, “These mortals with their mere decades of life are as fragile as thin paper, easily torn. And since we’re living in their territory, the less bloodshed we cause, the more good karma we’ll accumulate.”

“But what about the cultivators we’ve killed? Doesn’t that count as bloodshed?”

“Well, some people just don’t know their limits. They think getting a spiritual artifact or finding a master means they can cultivate immortality. But look at all the despicable things they’ve done just to gather spiritual energy, it’s disgusting. Killing them is no loss. The spiritual energy they release can nourish those who truly seek the path of goodness.”

“You always have a clever explanation for everything, twisting the meaning of things to suit your narrative.”

“What kind of nonsense is that? Have you forgotten how many good deeds I did before you? But killing these cultivators hasn’t diminished my accumulation of good karma. This is what they call, the Way of Heaven is impartial, yet it often sides with the virtuous.”

As the kitten spoke, it tilted its head upward slightly, looking incredibly proud and aloof.

Shi Yao was ultimately persuaded by the kitten. From then on, she no longer held grudges against ordinary mortals.

The hatred in her heart seemed to be slowly fading away.

…

Fu Rou was still sprawled asleep on Shi Yao’s stomach, though her rest was far from peaceful. Her claws occasionally twitched, scratching at Shi Yao’s clothes. Shi Yao reached over and gently held Fu Rou’s paw, prompting a soft “ao wu” sound from her, though her eyes remained closed.

Quickly, Shi Yao supported Fu Rou’s front limbs with her hands, pulling her closer and leaning down to press her forehead against Fu Rou’s.

She saw Fu Rou’s dream.

In the dream, Fu Rou was charging through a sea of blood, brandishing a long blade as she mercilessly slaughtered a horde of grotesque-looking demons.

These demons were towering and powerfully built, yet under her blade, they shattered like foam. With a single, powerful swing, limbs and severed body parts flew in all directions.

The agonized cries of the demons and the furious roars of the immortals and monsters locked in battle echoed to the heavens. The sky was stained with a bloody glow as the demons retreated step by step. The monsters continued their relentless slaughter, while the immortals formed arrays, preparing to cast an extremely ruthless spell upon the demon realm, though executing such a spell required considerable time.

It was precisely because of this that the monster realm suffered heavy losses.

The three factions fought in a chaotic, life-or-death struggle that lasted seven full days.

When the dust finally settled, the immortals and monsters realized that the immortal realm, monster realm, and demon realm had all been destroyed, leaving none of them with a place to return to.

“Teaming up with your immortal realm this time has truly been a disastrous loss for me.”

The Monster Emperor casually tossed her blade to the ground and pointed at the immortals, cursing loudly, “You bastards are something else! My monster kin fought tooth and nail to slaughter demons for you, and all you did was cast a half-hearted spell to wrap things up. What was the point of dragging us into this, huh?”

The leading immortal, with hair as white as a crane’s feathers but a youthful face, was also stained with blood. He stood and bowed to Fu Rou, saying, “Monster Emperor, please calm your anger. In this campaign against the demon realm, our immortal realm dares not claim credit. We-”

“Enough. Once this battle is over, we go our separate ways. Who cares about empty titles? From now on, I will lead my monster kin to the human realm and keep them in check. Do any of you have objections?”

“…None.”

“Good. Those of us who survived have finally cleared the name of the monster realm. From now on, our people shall stand as equals with your immortal realm. Any objections?”

“No objections.”

The leading immortal called upon all the immortals who still had strength left to rise and paid a full, respectful bow to the monsters present.

It was only then that Shi Yao realized the blood-stained, grimy blade tossed aside in Fu Rou’s dream was the same one she had seen in Xue Qingxian’s possession.