When the Immortal Venerable Picked-Up the Demon Cub - Chapter 4

“My hands are too cold. Just warm your own hands,” Zhu Ning said softly, after a moment of hesitation. She gently withdrew her hand from Lin Xiayan’s grasp, though she didn’t pull away forcefully.

As soon as she withdrew her hand, Zhu Ning accidentally brushed against the luminous jade bracelet on her right wrist.

The bracelet glimmered faintly in the night, clearly no ordinary object. Curious, Zhu Ning reached out to touch it, and suddenly a sealed space appeared in her mind.

Could this be one of those portable spaces that cultivators have? Zhu Ning didn’t fully understand, but she was astonished. Though she remained seated in the dilapidated temple, her consciousness could freely interact with the contents of this sealed space.

Just as her curiosity peaked, a faint meow emerged from a corner of the space. With some difficulty, she used her mind to investigate and discovered a palm-sized cat with rare, fiery red fur.

For some reason, the sight of this cat reminded Zhu Ning of Lin Xiayan in her red dress. Intrigued, she manifested the cat from the space and placed it in her palm. Instantly, warmth spread across her hand. As she stroked the cat’s fur, the warmth seemed to intensify.

“This is warm,” Zhu Ning said with a dopey smile, handing the cat to Lin Xiayan without hesitation.

Zhu Ning knew her own hands weren’t particularly warm, and she felt uneasy about such intimate contact with Lin Xiayan to warm herself. The cat’s arrival couldn’t have come at a better time.

She watched carefully for a while, noticing that Lin Xiayan’s face showed a childlike joy. She unfurled her clenched fists hidden in her sleeves and cradled the fiery red kitten as if it were a precious treasure. Her icy hands gradually warmed.

Time passed unnoticed, and as night deepened, Zhu Ning felt completely chilled. Drowsiness washed over her, and she hugged herself, thinking about taking a short rest.

Lin Xiayan glanced up at Zhu Ning, noticing her closed eyes, she seemed to have fallen asleep. Looking around, she saw that even the beggars were snoring.

Seeming to sense safety, Lin Xiayan subtly channeled spiritual power through her palm. A flash of dark red light flickered into Zhu Ning’s sleeve. Moments later, an overwhelming warmth enveloped Zhu Ning. A smug smile tugged at Lin Xiayan’s lips, clearly pleased with her little trick.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Zhu Ning leaned her head against Lin Xiayan’s arm and closed her eyes, pretending to rest. But sleep eluded her, the only sounds being the mournful howl of the wind and Lin Xiayan’s soft breathing.

Zhu Ning hadn’t intended to sleep at all. Having just taken over the original host’s body, she was still unaccustomed to the slight headache that came after using magical techniques. Moreover, she hadn’t controlled the intensity of her earlier display, causing the white light to blaze too brightly, leaving her utterly exhausted.

Yet in her dream, she felt a warmth like spring around her, making it a peaceful sleep.

Outside, snow began to fall again, and the once-high moon hid behind dark clouds. The un-melted snow piled up into a thick layer. Fortunately, no one passed by the dilapidated temple, making it quiet enough to hear the soft pitter-patter of snowflakes landing.

Suddenly, Zhu Ning heard the low growl of a Demonic Beast outside the temple. Her eyes snapped open. Relying on a transmigrator’s heightened senses, she scooped up Lin Xiayan and began to run wildly, heedless of the falling snow.

It was midnight. A dark shadow swiftly streaked through the forest behind the dilapidated temple as Zhu Ning, terrified, clutched Lin Xiayan and ran ahead.

The bells on Lin Xiayan’s body jingled in Zhu Ning’s arms, their crisp sound ringing through the forest. Running through the snow was no easy feat, and Zhu Ning, sprinting frantically, kept glancing back to check if the shadow was gaining.

She wanted to cry as she ran. Just a few moments ago, she’d been a newly graduated college student, clueless about finding a job. Her life had been tight, but she’d never felt so close to death.

Now, after being transported to this world, she was still desperately hiding her inability to use spiritual power, and now she was being forced to outrun a vicious demonic beast for her life.

And that ferocious beast on her tail? She suspected she’d summoned it herself.

The beast chased her from the forest onto a long-abandoned, snow-covered field. Zhu Ning, unable to compete with the beast without spiritual power, slowed for a moment and was instantly pounced upon. Its sharp claws sank deep into her arm, and crimson blood flowed down her pale skin. Just as she thought she was about to be forced offline, she looked up and saw a woman in red standing nearby.

Then she glanced down at her arms where had Lin Xiayan gone?!

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