WBICDPH Chapter 3 Part 2

The more Lin Jin thought about it, the more convinced he became.

“Yeah, makes sense! Your dad lost to that god, the god sent him on his way, and then left behind a baby—that’s you! The god probably thought you were pitiful without a dad, so He found you a new one on the spot to take care of you. Guess what—I’m your new dad!”

“…?”

This chain of reasoning was rigorous, logically sound, emotionally considerate—utterly flawless.

Lin Jin quickly accepted his new identity, and his scrubbing unconsciously became gentler, tinged with paternal affection.

“Still, following me might not be very stable. Sigh… I didn’t manage to cling to the protagonist today—how am I supposed to pass tomorrow’s trial? What was the Misty Rain Mountain trial again? The plot was so watered down I’ve practically forgotten it. Tell you what—if I pass, we’ll live it up in the inner sect, good food and good drinks. If I fail… the Piaomiao Pavilion and Mingzhu Heaven’s demonic cultivators are still after me. Where would I even go? Farming? I haven’t read any farming novels… or maybe—”

He fished the black ball out of the basin and grabbed a random cloth to dry its fur, passionately mapping out the future.

Meanwhile, being roughly rubbed with that rag, Xiao Lanqi had a fleeting thought that maybe staying imprisoned at the bottom of Ghostcry Cliff would have been more comfortable.

What kind of human was this?

Aren’t you a cultivator? As a cultivator, you don’t even know a water-repelling spell? No—he’d just washed his face with water earlier. He didn’t even know a cleansing spell!

Was something wrong with his brain? Had Misty Rain Mountain declined this badly over the decades? No standards at all for recruitment?!

You don’t even know a cleansing spell—what are you using to pass the inner sect trial? That hollow skull you could knock and hear an echo from?!

The more Xiao Lanqi thought, the angrier he became. Humiliated and enraged by the rough handling, he stared at the human’s wrist waving in front of him and finally snapped—biting down hard.

In his current infant form, he couldn’t bite the idiot’s wrist off, but drawing a little blood to vent his anger was well within his abilities.

The human yelped in pain, nearly shattering Xiao Lanqi’s eardrums, but Xiao Lanqi refused to let go.

He felt his teeth pierce soft flesh, blood vessels rupturing—and then the metallic scent of blood—

Xiao Lanqi’s eyes flew wide open.

Thread after thread of blood essence spread across his lips and teeth, transforming into spiritual power that flowed through his meridians. Even his completely depleted spiritual sea showed signs of healing!

Unbelievable—this was just a single drop of blood, yet its effect surpassed every immortal-grade elixir Xiao Lanqi had ever seen.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, savoring the taste.

Right… this human had mentioned being hunted by the Piaomiao Pavilion and Mingzhu Heaven. Xiao Lanqi had heard long ago that Piaomiao Pavilion hid a born cauldron with the Jade-Saint Physique.

Could it be this man?

Xiao Lanqi couldn’t quite describe how he felt.

This human was probably meant to be delivered to Xiao Lancheng, yet he’d ended up stumbling straight into Xiao Lanqi’s hands instead. If he didn’t eat this cauldron and recover his cultivation soon, he’d be letting down the heavens themselves for gifting him such an opportunity.

This cauldron held substantial spiritual power. Consuming him entirely would greatly shorten Xiao Lanqi’s recovery time—he might not only return to his peak but even break through to a higher realm.

But he was currently on Misty Rain Mountain. Tonight’s disturbance had already alerted those old fogeys. If he devoured this human now, he’d likely be discovered—and being targeted by them, he might not escape unscathed.

Better to wait.

The human had mentioned entering the inner sect trial. The trial grounds were dangerous; the death of an insignificant cultivator would barely cause a ripple.

Today’s two drops of blood were enough to heal him for now. Once his cultivation recovered even a little, killing this waste who didn’t even know a cleansing spell would be effortless.

With that thought, Xiao Lanqi tried to bite deeper—only to be yanked away by the scruff of his neck.

“Hey, you chubby little dog, biting people now? Do you know who I am? I’m your future provider! I washed you so carefully and this is how you repay me?”

Lin Jin babbled as he tore a strip of white cloth to bandage his wound. Xiao Lanqi glanced at him, ignored him, shook the water from his fur, and quietly moved to sit in the corner of the table.

Tch. Ignorant human—calling this sovereign a lowly dog.

Fine. For the sake of your upcoming contribution to my cultivation, I won’t lower myself to argue with you.

Getting angry with food would only make this sovereign seem petty.

Xiao Lanqi sat arrogantly in the corner, looking down at the tasteless human.

The human wiped his wound, looking thoughtful, then suddenly stared at him.

“Oh, right—I haven’t named you yet.”

“…?”

Unnecessary. This sovereign has a name—why would an ant like you assign one?

Surname Xiao Lan, given name Qi.

A name bestowed by the inheritance of the ancient ferocious beast Taowu. My very existence is meant to—

“When the god gave you to me, you were a little white glowing ball. Then the glow broke and you became a black ball. Now that you’re clean, your fur’s all puffed up like a chubby ball. Too many ‘ball’ elements—so I’ll call you Qiuqiu!”

“……”

Xiao Lanqi’s paw slipped.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to slaughter this insolent human on the spot, grinding his teeth viciously.

Qiu…

Qiu your ancestors’ legs!!!