Mistaking My Wife for a Spirit Pet - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Yu Shu’s alarm bells rang immediately, and she darted away.
If you were to ask why she ran, the answer is simple:
It is known that dragons are naturally lustful, and all of Nan Zhi’s actions are a prelude to dual cultivation.
Therefore, if not now, when should she run?
Unfortunately, as soon as she took two steps, she heard a rustling sound behind her. Nan Zhi took a long stride, bent down, and easily scooped her up.
Yu Shu: …
She tried to struggle, but it was no use. She was lifted into the air.
Yu Shu tried to meet her gaze with defiance, but after a second, she quietly looked away, folding her flushed ear tips.
The enchanting moonlight shone on Nan Zhi’s fair face. A helpless look floated in her pale golden eyes, and her voice was gentle and graceful.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?”
“Hiss…”
Bl00d flowed from her tiger paw. Nan Zhi thought it was normal for a scared little creature to bite, so she didn’t mind. She held the little white tiger in front of her face and spoke in a reassuring tone.
“I know you don’t want to be with me, but you can only leave after at least two days, do you understand?”
“At least after I’ve refined the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King.”
She would only have time to help this little white tiger find its owner after she went to find and refine the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King tomorrow. Nan Zhi didn’t know if this cub, who had not yet gained sentience, could understand her, so she just stroked her soothingly. “So you need to be a good girl and go to sleep now. Nod if you understand.”
Yu Shu: …
How could I not understand?
Dragons are naturally lustful. The dragon in front of me wants to have a brief, passionate affair with me and then let me go in two days.
…
Early the next morning, Nan Zhi woke up.
Although she had made some estimations after scouting the area several times, the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King was, after all, in the Mahayana stage.
For this reason, Nan Zhi took out the top-grade artifact Breath-Sustaining Cover. She had acquired it earlier during her travels in the North Sea through a trade. Once the cover was out, even a Tribulation-Transcending cultivator couldn’t detect the user’s aura. It was a must-have for traveling through secret realms.
Ready to go, Nan Zhi thought about how she had kept the little white tiger up late last night, so she didn’t wake her. She just put her in her satchel and started moving forward.
A dragon and a tiger left Moon Mountain this way.
As she first approached the cave, Nan Zhi couldn’t help but hold her breath. The reason was simple: the place smelled terrible.
An ominous pressure spread from the cave, and a damp, cold, and foul-smelling aura was incredibly thick. There was a dripping sound at the mouth of the cave, quiet and eerie.
Nan Zhi cautiously set up a magic formation. Her hand seals began to fly, and faint blue spiritual energy began to disperse.
“Whoosh…”
A gust of wind came, and the formation was complete.
The Golden-Striped Dragon Python King, who was napping in the cave, slowly opened its eyes. Its cold, bone-chilling green vertical pupils were filled with an immense killing intent.
The snake’s alertness made it bare its fangs, ready to attack outside the cave, but unfortunately—
The stars changed, and Nan Zhi and the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King were instantly teleported to the desolate lands of the Northern Realm.
Here, the sun was scorching, the yellow sand was endless, and tumbleweeds were occasionally blown by the heatwaves.
“Hiss hiss—”
The Snake King let out an angry hiss. The scorching sun and the confining formation made it frantically thrash around.
In an instant, yellow sand flew everywhere, and a pressure from the Soul Formation stage hit Nan Zhi.
Nan Zhi’s expression was calm. She even unhurriedly greeted the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King.
When she came to the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King’s lair last night to check on it, she felt an unusual aura. That abnormally foul smell indicated that the Snake King was shedding its skin and was about to ascend from the peak of the Soul Formation stage to the Mahayana stage.
But this was not a problem. With the scorching sun, the magic formation, and an artifact from Yulin City, Nan Zhi smiled in satisfaction because the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King’s cultivation was suppressed to the early stages of the Soul Formation stage.
“Bang bang bang—”
The angry Snake King smashed against the artifacts, making them bang loudly.
Who would have thought?
It woke up and was unexpectedly teleported from its happy home to the desolate lands of the Northern Realm. The sun was scorching, and before it could react, it was trapped by the cultivator in front of it. It was so angry it almost coughed up bl00d.
Thinking of a quick victory, Nan Zhi took out a dragon bone and unleashed the Purple Underworld Flame toward the Snake King.
Soon, the Snake King, who had always looked down on all living things, was reduced to a writhing mess, rolling in the yellow sand in pain. Even its soul was screaming in agony. It desperately slammed against the All-Encompassing Cover but couldn’t escape.
The All-Encompassing Cover was made in Yulin City, or to be more precise, by Yu Shu of Yulin City.
A hundred years ago at the Immortal Sect’s Grand Tournament, she was in the final with Feng Zhiwei.
She was originally confident of winning the championship, but that person suddenly took out an artifact and hammered her into the ground, reducing her to second place.
Later, her good fellow disciple told her that the artifact was custom-made for a high price by Feng Zhiwei from Yu Shu of Yulin City. When Nan Zhi heard this, her face remained impassive, but she laughed bitterly inside, a laugh of poverty.
In fact, Nan Zhi was not the only cultivator who suffered this fate. Many others did, and that year’s Immortal Sect’s Grand Tournament was thrown into chaos because of it.
From then on, the winners spread the word, and the losers, while gnashing their teeth, inquired about how to get an artifact custom-made.
Nan Zhi didn’t have an opinion on this because it was a win-win situation for Yulin City, and it was hard not to guess that it was a marketing strategy from them.
After all, after that year’s Immortal Sect’s Grand Tournament, Yu Shu’s reputation skyrocketed, and Yulin City made a fortune.
“Sigh…”
Nan Zhi sighed, feeling that the cultivation world had become tainted.
It was so tainted that a Foundation Establishment cultivator could defeat a Golden Core cultivator with an artifact, and a Nascent Soul cultivator could defeat a Soul Formation cultivator with one, just like her.
The Soul Formation stage Snake King in front of her was being dealt with by her, a Nascent Soul cultivator, like a loach that had been cut in half, looking defeated, pathetic, and helpless. It could only lie on the ground, hissing curses.
The Snake King was cursing:
It had only been a hundred years since it was born. Had the so-called righteous sects started leaning toward evil cults? Isn’t this kind of secret scouting and teleporting method pure evil?
Even though the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King cursed in every way, Nan Zhi remained unmoved, just quietly waiting for it to be completely refined by the dragon bone.
At this moment, Yu Shu’s ears twitched. She poked her head out of the satchel and weakly clung to Nan Zhi’s shoulder.
The scene in front of her was one of silent dissatisfaction.
Yu Zhu gritted her teeth in anger, feeling indignant for the All-Encompassing Cover she had refined not long ago, because she had never known that the protective artifact she refined could be used this way.
The original purpose of this artifact was to protect a person under a behemoth like the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King, not to confine it!
Yu Shu was so angry that she bit Nan Zhi’s shoulder.
However, the thick-skinned dragon just calmly turned her face, gently patted her head, and said, “Be a good girl. I’ll take you away after I’m done refining it.”
“…”
Still angry, Yu Shu bit her again.
This time, Nan Zhi was too lazy to bother with the little white tiger. She raised her hand, pushed the tiger’s head back, and closed her eyes to stabilize her aura.
In the cultivation world, it was the law of the jungle. The world was so vast that some foreign races would drink dragon bl00d and eat dragon meat to temper their bodies. Nan Zhi didn’t have the idea that she couldn’t refine a fellow demon race member, after all, some elders of the snake race had used forbidden techniques to turn into dragons and had secretly taken some of the dragon race’s bloodline to temper their bodies. So Nan Zhi refined the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King with a clear conscience.
As time passed, the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King’s sentience had long been erased. She sat on the ground and consolidated her gains.
After years of traveling through secret realms, she had accumulated major and minor injuries. Plus, the dragon race was so poor that she couldn’t afford medicine, so she could only rely on her bloodline to slowly recover.
Now, refining the Golden-Striped Dragon Python King was like a godsend. The Purple Underworld Flame, holding the Snake King’s essence, traveled through her entire body’s meridians. Her hidden injuries were healed, and the only remaining traces were the places where the Purple Underworld Flame had burned.
Before long, the refining was complete, and Nan Zhi opened her eyes.
The desolate lands of the Northern Realm were now even more empty. The place was so barren that not a single blade of grass grew, only loneliness and endless yellow sand.
It seemed that the Dead Bone Grass was about to be born.
So, it was time for her to see who the unlucky person was.
Nan Zhi just stood up, but her steps faltered…
The satchel was completely weightless, and the little white tiger’s aura was gone.
Realizing that there was no other aura within a ten-mile radius, Nan Zhi was annoyed. She lightly patted her head, thinking:
Refining the Snake King took a lot of time. With a blink of an eye, a day had passed. The little spiritual beast must have run away because she was hungry, or perhaps she went to find her owner. She hadn’t even thought of this before. Now, she could only dutifully go and look for her.
It would have been fine if she had lost her on Moon Mountain, but this was the desolate lands of the Northern Realm. This was going to be difficult.
This place wasn’t somewhere she should stay. There were many unsentient fierce beasts. As she thought of a terrifying possibility, Nan Zhi was anxious to find her, but how could she find her in this endless yellow sand?
After thinking for a while, she took out a loudspeaker, emotionlessly put a sound-blast talisman on it, and shouted loudly.
“My little one—”
“Hiss…”
Nan Zhi scratched her itching ear tip. The sound was so loud it startled her.
The sound-blast talisman, as the name suggests, was a sound blast.
It was a must-have for music cultivators. A small talisman attached to a person’s artifact could create a deafening, thunderous sound. Some genius had created it and even claimed that the era of music cultivators taking over the world had arrived.
Nan Zhi didn’t care about this. After sealing her hearing, she continued to shout with the loudspeaker.
Wherever she went, beasts fled, and all the birds flew away.
“My little one—woah…”
Nan Zhi’s throat suddenly tasted sweet, and she subconsciously clutched her heart.
She suspiciously took out a small mirror and saw bl00d coming out of her nose, mouth, and ears.
!
Nan Zhi’s eyes widened in shock. The hand holding the loudspeaker began to tremble slightly. The power of this sound-blast talisman was so great that even a dragon’s bloodline couldn’t withstand it.
But this was not a big deal. It was still far from bleeding from all seven orifices. She still stubbornly held the loudspeaker and continued to shout.
“My little one—”
As soon as her voice fell, several screams rang out.
Nan Zhi’s alertness rose, and as her pupils contracted, she quickly dodged.
“Bang!”
A heavy object hit the ground, and dust flew everywhere.
Nan Zhi quietly moved away, holding her breath to prevent the dust from entering her nose and mouth.
Before long, a few people who fell from the sky struggled to get up. They were wearing dark-colored disciple robes, probably inner-sect disciples of the Profound Sword Sect.
Among them was a young man who looked very well-built. He drew his sword and charged at Nan Zhi, shouting, “You damned music cultivator, how dare you ambush me! Take this sword!”
Nan Zhi didn’t dodge. She put her hands together and summoned a protective shield. She seemed calm but was actually guilty. “Fellow Daoist, this is probably a beautiful misunderstanding.”
The sword cultivator clearly wasn’t listening. He swung his sword, but a young boy with a baby face grabbed him by the waist, shouting hoarsely, “Senior Brother, you can’t kill anyone else!”
The sword cultivator cursed and struggled non-stop.
At this moment, a female cultivator with a fresh and refined aura walked out from behind them. She held the sword cultivator down and said calmly, “Junior Brother Fang, calm down. This person is not a music cultivator.”
The sword cultivator paused, then said doubtfully, “Senior Sister, are you seeing things?”
The female cultivator didn’t answer. She gave a proper smile and introduced herself to Nan Zhi. “I am Chen Xuexue, the senior disciple of the Profound Sword Sect. These two are my junior brothers, Fang Datong and Yang Cunxi. What happened just now was a misunderstanding. Junior Brother Fang was ambushed by a music cultivator a few days ago, so he’s on high alert.”
The sword cultivator Fang Datong folded his arms. He wanted to snort coldly, but a pinch made him shiver. He could only say dryly, “My apologies.”
Most sword cultivators were simple-minded, and while she wasn’t one herself, Nan Zhi understood them well.
After a few words, the conflict was resolved. They bowed and prepared to leave.
With a “swoosh,” the three of them flew away, leaving only a white trail in the sky.
Nan Zhi’s eyes wandered. She watched the three of them fly on their swords and then had a sudden realization.
Suddenly—
A loud dragon roar echoed through the desolate lands of the Northern Realm. A beautiful azure dragon flew into the sky, soaring against the wind.
She had thought wrong.
Looking from a high place was always more useful than shouting through a loudspeaker.