Transmigrated Into the Body of a Sickly Villain's Kitten - Chapter 23

Shen Xiaobai was recently constructing the worldview for her next novel.

As one of the most talented emerging writers of her generation, Shen Xiaobai had always hoped to produce a successful work that would mark her transformation as an author.

Previously, she wrote delicate love stories between young girls. Though simple and understated, her elegant prose was captivating, and the sweet interactions between the two girls she depicted won her a massive online following. One of her works even earned an award, sold adaptation rights, and is soon to be adapted into a film.

Now, Shen Xiaobai had both fame and financial security. Her parents, renowned pianists, fully supported her writing career.

For her next work, Shen Xiaobai had spent a long time in contemplation, wanting to create a classic but unsure where to draw inspiration.

Over the past two years, she traveled with friends, taking in the scenery of various places, only to find that when she tried to pick up her pen again, the initial passion for creation had faded.

She borrowed many books from the library to refill her mind, which had been idle for too long, but she never expected to encounter a strikingly beautiful woman on her way.

The woman was tall and slender, with dignified and elegant features. She helped shield Shen Xiaobai from the bustling crowd and picked up the books that had fallen to the ground.

Shen Xiaobai still remembered her slender, pale fingers and her perfectly shaped lips.

From that day on, Shen Xiaobai began dreaming every night.

But these weren’t romantic dreams about the woman, instead, they were strange dreams of ancient cultivators practicing immortality.

Every morning upon waking, Shen Xiaobai’s first task was to recount these dreams into her voice recorder.

She had finally decided what her next book would be about.

Feeling incredibly fortunate to find inspiration in her dreams, she was now fully committed to this new project.

Lately, many readers had been urging her on Weibo, asking when she would start her new story.

Instead of replying to each individually, Shen Xiaobai posted a single update: “Working on the outline for the new story lately. This one might be a bit different from my previous works, it’s inspired by a dream of mine. Hope it’ll bring you all a pleasant surprise~”

After posting, Shen Xiaobai returned to outlining.

She transcribed all her morning recordings into text and organized them, noticing that some parts of the setting were still vague.

But vagueness wasn’t an issue, after all, she was writing fiction. She could gradually fill in the gaps, adding new settings and details. For this project, Shen Xiaobai was brimming with confidence. She believed she could successfully transform her style, create a grand, multi-faceted world, break into new markets, and win over even more readers.

…

Inside Wuqi Mountain, Fu Rou was struggling in Shi Yao’s arms.

“Meow! Meow meow!!!”

Zhou Ping and Liang Zhuo stood outside the herbal hut, unable to bear the sight within.

Ke Fan held a piece of string, coaxing Fu Rou gently, “It’s just a loop around your paw to check your pulse, it won’t hurt, I promise!”

“Meow!” This little kitten isn’t having it!

A loop around the paw? Not a chance!

She had been sunbathing peacefully on the roof when Shi Yao suddenly leaped up and sidled up to Fu Rou, saying something absurd: “It just occurred to me, could a damaged mind be considered an illness? Since we have a skilled physician right here, why not take you for a check-up? Perhaps you could be cured?”

Before Fu Rou could even respond, Shi Yao scooped her up and carried her straight to the medicine hut.

Ke Fan had been deeply immersed in his medical studies lately, never leaving the hut despite any commotion outside, all with Shi Yao’s permission. When he saw Shi Yao suddenly appear holding the little kitten, he stood up to bow, only to hear Shi Yao say, “Quickly, examine her and see what’s wrong.”

Fu Rou: “Meow!!!” You’re the one who’s crazy!!!

The little white cat struggled fiercely in Shi Yao’s arms, but Shi Yao remained unfazed, holding her steadily until Fu Rou’s fur was tousled and she gradually ran out of energy, collapsing into a limp puddle of cat.

Damn it, she couldn’t win against this woman. What did she even want?

Shi Yao settled into a rattan chair, took a thread from Ke Fan, and gently looped it around the kitten’s paw, tying it into a bow before softly rubbing her pink paw pads.

“See if this feels comfortable?”

Shi Yao tugged lightly on the thread and handed the other end to Ke Fan, who held it delicately while placing his other hand on the taut string.

Fu Rou: “…”

This is ridiculous.

What kind of diagnosis is this supposed to be?

You’re all a bunch of lunatics!

Liang Zhuo and Zhou Ping, who had been drawn by the commotion outside the door, watched the spectacle and then quietly dispersed once it was over.

Ke Fan appeared to be diagnosing the kitten with his eyes closed, but in reality, he was using his spiritual energy to examine every inch of Fu Rou’s meridians.

The last time the kitten was ambushed by the spirit sparrow, Ke Fan had only checked for external injuries. A thorough spiritual examination like this required the patient to be both conscious and aware.

After finishing, he said to Shi Yao, “Honored Master.”

Shi Yao removed the thread from Fu Rou’s paw as Ke Fan rewound it, explaining, “Yun Mi Immortal’s body is fine, though her spirit is slightly incomplete. However, she is already recovering on her own and doesn’t need my intervention. The issue lies in her spiritual consciousness, it’s in a state of chaos and may not clear up anytime soon.”

“How can it be treated?”

Ke Fan looked troubled. “This likely relates to her cultivation, not an illness. She must achieve a breakthrough in her own awareness to overcome this obstacle.”

Fu Rou was completely numb by now.

Shi Yao let out a long sigh and fell silent. The kitten in her arms extended a claw, snagging a few threads from her robe, then leaped to the ground and left the medicine hut, her tail held high, clearly displeased.

“She’s been having unsettling dreams at night lately. Do you have anything that can soothe the spirit?”

“Yes.”

Ke Fan turned to a medicine cabinet, retrieved a small box, and handed it to Shi Yao. “This is Tranquil Mist Incense. One stick can burn for seven days in an incense burner. It calms the spirit, regulates energy, and aids in peaceful dreams.”

Shi Yao took the wooden box, opened it for a glance, nodded without another word, and left the medicine hut.

Fu Rou went to watch TV. Nowadays, Liang Zhuo would often open his laptop to play Tom and Jerry for her while filming videos nearby.

The little kitten nestled comfortably in a soft cushion, watching with great interest. Her tail dangled from the cabinet, swaying back and forth, looking fluffy and utterly adorable.

This was much better, at least compared to staying in the playroom with Shi Yao, who would wave that utterly uninteresting cat teaser around to play with her.

Liang Zhuo was making a dessert today. Fu Rou had always admired those with exceptional culinary skills. She was all thumbs, even making cat food had a certain chance of failing, let alone cooking for herself.

This episode of Tom and Jerry had an older art style, and the plot wasn’t one Fu Rou particularly enjoyed. She simply stood up, walked over to the kitchen cabinet, and struck a cute pose in front of the camera.

Ah, I’m just too adorable.

Seeing the little kitten approach, Liang Zhuo didn’t shoo her away. Instead, he adjusted the camera angle to focus more on her.

After leaving the medicine hut, Shi Yao didn’t go looking for Fu Rou. She returned to her room, carefully placed the Tranquil Mist incense, and then headed to her study.

The little kitten rarely visited Shi Yao’s study. To her, the study was rather boring. Besides, no matter how hard she tried, she could never knock anything over, which robbed her of the joy of mischief.

Shi Yao turned on her computer and sent a message to Xue Qingxian, instructing him to head to Wuqi Mountain in about ten days. He wasn’t to go directly up the mountain but to observe quietly from the side and only ascend once he sensed demonic energy emanating from the mountain.

Xue Qingxian agreed.

These days, he had been practicing his techniques at home every day. The feeling was akin to a top student nervously awaiting final exams. Although he felt somewhat confident, he couldn’t help but feel tense.

Putao, noticing Xue Qingxian’s state, poured him a cup of tea. “Master, didn’t you always tell me that vanquishing demons and evil spirits relies on unwavering righteousness and fearlessness? But lately, your hands tremble during the day, and you talk in your sleep at night. Are you scared?”

“How do you know I talk in my sleep?!”

Xue Qingxian took a deep breath, picked up the teacup, and tried his best to steady his trembling hands before downing the tea in one gulp.

Putao blinked her round, bright eyes and flashed a sly, mischievous grin. “I got up in the middle of the night and happened to pass by your room. I heard you shouting and yelling, it was quite noisy.”

Xue Qingxian: “…”

What kind of rebellious apprentice had he raised?

It seemed he’d have to use some incense at night to make this little girl sleep more soundly, so she wouldn’t eavesdrop on his sleep-talking.

These days, everyone seemed to struggle with sleep, and many young people suffered from insomnia. Perhaps this was a good business opportunity.

Xue Qingxian stood up and began working on his new idea.

…

Late at night, when all was quiet, Fu Rou quietly opened her eyes and got up, circling around Shi Yao.

When Shi Yao had first carried her into the room to sleep, she had been so exhausted that she fell asleep almost the moment she closed her eyes.

But halfway through her sleep, she suddenly woke up, her big eyes fixed unblinkingly on the bed curtains.

The room was filled with a very fragrant and peculiar scent, one Fu Rou couldn’t quite describe, but her mind felt unusually clear.

She hadn’t had any dreams, yet she had woken up abruptly and had no desire to go back to sleep.

Her head no longer felt dizzy or painful as before. In fact, her entire body felt unusually alert and energetic.

Why was this happening so inexplicably?

Fu Rou walked over to Shi Yao’s head, lifted her paw and pressed it against Shi Yao’s face, letting out a soft meow.

“Meow?” Are you asleep? Meditating?

The little kitten tilted her head as if pondering something.

Not doing anything on such a night would truly be a waste of the atmosphere.

Shouldn’t she take this chance to explore the way out!

In most novel plots, the major villains always end up utterly defeated by the protagonists. The fact that Shi Yao dared to act so arrogantly and threaten the protagonist right to their face had already set off alarm bells in Fu Rou’s mind.

Fu Rou firmly believed in the “villains must die” rule. To save her own skin, she’d better run.

It would be best if she could successfully descend the mountain this time. Even if she took the wrong path, she could always turn back, no harm in trying.

Although she had some memory of the route Shi Yao took down the mountain last time, after not seeing it for a few days, she realized all the mountain paths looked the same, making her a bit confused and uncertain.

She needed to thoroughly familiarize herself with those paths to avoid triggering any of the traps Shi Yao had set up, right? Otherwise, if she failed to escape and ended up losing her life in one of those traps, it would be such a pointless loss.

The term “night owl” was probably exemplified perfectly at this moment. After jumping off the bed, Fu Rou didn’t leave through the main door but leaped out through the window.

The little kitten moved without making a sound, and she was quite pleased with herself, unaware that Shi Yao, who had been lying there, had slowly opened her eyes.

Fu Rou climbed onto the roof to survey the area, identified the direction, and then jumped down.

Although the night was very dark, the little kitten had night vision, so everything looked just as clear as in the daytime.

She walked briskly, not sensing the presence of someone floating behind her.

Halfway there, the little kitten suddenly stopped.

“Meow?” Why does it feel like the scenery and trees around me have been repeating for a long time?

That shouldn’t be the case. Could it be that Shi Yao set up traps and illusions at the foot of the mountain too?

Fu Rou decided to jump up and take a look.

She wasn’t particularly fond of the feeling of being mid-air, but it was the only option she had now.

However, Fu Rou discovered she couldn’t jump up at all.

It felt as if she were enveloped by some kind of substance.

Focusing her eyes, Fu Rou realized she was inside a transparent water bubble. She couldn’t fly up into the sky, and walking on the ground only made her go in circles!

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Shi Yao’s figure gradually became clear, and Fu Rou felt like her eyes seemed to be glowing red.

Fu Rou: I’m done for!