Chapter 33: No One Looks Better Than The Cub

Yin Buqi held Jiang Niannian on his lap, one hand supporting the back of her head while the other wrapped around her waist.

His blood-red eyes surged with desire, like a devil tempting one into the depths of hell or a snake coiling slowly, ready to take absolute control.

“Niannian is drunk.”

Yet, Jiang Niannian, her head spinning, had no idea she was the lamb about to enter the lion’s den.

She giggled and patted his face.

“Who are you? You’re…hiccup~very good-looking.”

Jiang Niannian’s head bumped against his chest.

Her expression, blushing and harmless, was so naive and cute that it made anyone want to bully her to tears.

“Am I better looking, or is Yin Buqi better looking?”

Even though he knew she was drunk, Yin Buqi couldn’t help teasing her.

Jiang Niannian stared blankly at him for a moment, then slowly averted her gaze, her voice unusually firm.

“No matter how good you look, no one’s better looking than my Buqi. My Buqi is the best looking! Hic—”

After she finished, she sneaked a glance at him again, too shy to stare directly.

“And who do you like more?”

“Yin Buqi.”

Seeing her in this dazed and silly state, Yin Buqi’s eyes darkened.

He gently kissed her lips, not letting go until Jiang Niannian was out of breath.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Mm.”

Yin Buqi smiled faintly and asked again, “So between me and Yin Buqi, who would you marry?”

Jiang Niannian thought about it for a while, poking Yin Buqi’s chest with her finger.

“You.”

His eyes darkened even more, now tinged with gloom.

“Why not Yin Buqi? Don’t you think he’s the best looking and your favorite?”

“Hic—” Jiang Niannian hiccupped again, waving her arms in his embrace and declaring, “Buqi is my boy…my boy, you know? Son! He’s my son!”

Yin Buqi’s grip on her shoulders tightened, seemingly both amused and exasperated.

“Son?”

“You’re… you’re hurting me!”

Jiang Niannian struggled to break free but couldn’t.

She ended up leaning her head against his chest, looking dejected.

A breeze blew by, lifting a strand of her hair.

The moonlight bathed the courtyard, casting its soft glow on the two of them.

Their shadows intertwined on the ground, making it look as though…

Yin Buqi reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Jiang Niannian’s ear.

In a low voice, he whispered in her ear, “What if… Yin Buqi doesn’t want to be your son, but your husband?”

Jiang Niannian didn’t respond.

“Niannian,” Yin Buqi’s lips brushed lightly against hers as he continued, his voice dangerously soft.

“Instead of finding some other man, aren’t you curious about what it would be like to taste the one you raised yourself?”

“Mm?”

His voice was husky, and his long, narrow eyes were filled with intense desire.

Still no response.

Yin Buqi lowered his head to look at her, only to find Jiang Niannian curled up in his arms, fast asleep.

He blinked in surprise, then let out a helpless laugh.

“Niannian, what am I supposed to do with you…”

With a sigh, he gently kissed her lips again, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed the door had been cracked open, and a small black ball of fur was peeking in from outside.

The little creature, caught in the act, quickly covered its eyes with its paws but left a gap to peek through its fingers.

Yin Buqi’s lips curled into a smile.

“She’s mine. If you want a mate, go find one yourself.”

“Awuu?” The little Coal Ball’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

A mate? What’s that?

Still staring, Coal Ball didn’t move. Yin Buqi’s eyes darkened, and a low growl rumbled from his throat, “Get lost!”

Coal ball scampered away in a flash.

After a long while, Yin Buqi finally carried Jiang Niannian to the bed.

The moon hung high in the sky, its light filtering through the trees and casting a glow on the forest path.

At the same time, on the stone steps of Qinggu Peak, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed.

Yin Ci had just finished dinner and was surrounded by his attendants, making his way back to his quarters.

As the beloved young master of Rimuli, Yin Ci had always enjoyed the best of everything.

Even when it came to studying under a master, it had to be the best.

However, the most powerful figure in Rimuli, Wen Shili, the True Monarch Qinghe, had long stated that he would only ever take Jiang Ziyou as a disciple.

So, Yin Ruoxu devised a compromise: let Yin Ci stay at Qinggu Peak and learn from Wen Shili without officially becoming his disciple.

Luckily, Yin Ci was exceptionally talented.

A prodigy since childhood, he had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage at the young age of eight.

Yet, some people still had the nerve to compare him to his equally famous older brother, Yin Li.

As a result, Yin Ci despised anyone who dared to say, “Back in the day, your brother…”

Those people? He’d punch them without hesitation.

At the moment, Yin Ci was clearly in a foul mood, kicking stones as he walked. “Were my last two matches impressive or not?”

One of his stammering attendants flattered, “Coolest! O-our Young Master Ci is the most a-awesome… totally badass in all of Rimuli!”

Yin Ci kicked him in the butt.

“Stop talking. Your stuttering gives me a headache.”

“S-sorry, Y-Young master Ci!”

“Young Master, don’t be upset. You fought well in those last matches, taking third place in the Immortal Alliance Tournament. Yin Buqi just got lucky, being born with all five elemental roots. But even if a chicken is born that way, it’ll never become a phoenix. By the time you ascend, he’ll still be stuck on the ground.”

This was how Yin Ci and his attendants always interacted.

To summarize it in song lyrics, it might go something like:

“You are the light; you are the electricity; you are the one true legend!”
“I worship your dominion; there’s no better way!”

“Of course! Give me a few more years, and I’ll beat him so badly, he’ll be begging for mercy!”

Yin Ci, feeling flattered by the compliments, hummed a tune as he walked.

But suddenly, a small black furball jumped out from the bushes.

“Oh my god! Th-th-th… this, what the hell is this thing?”

The little black ball gripped a twig in one paw, and with its two short hind legs firmly on the ground, it spun in place, performing a perfect “sword dance,” as seriously as it could.

Yin Ci: “…”

Attendants: “…”

The furball barked, “Awuu! Awuu!” Look at me! I’m courting my mate!

Yin Ci glanced at it briefly, lost interest, and began to walk around the furball to leave.

Unexpectedly, the furball leaped onto his shoulder, grinning mischievously.

It raised a tiny paw, tilted Yin Ci’s chin up, and let out a playful “Hehe.”

It had been hiding in the bushes for a long time, and among all the passersby, this person was the best looking.

The furball liked him the most.

The attendants immediately chimed in with flattery, “Young Master, even a little beast has fallen for your looks!”

“Exactly, Young Master Ci has always been the most admired.”

Yin Ci frowned, just about ready to slap the creature away.

But before he could, the furball suddenly opened its mouth wide and planted a kiss on him.

Yin Ci: “!!!” (?? ⊙qu?)?彡

Attendants:  “…” (? ○ Д ○)?

The furball’s suction power was shockingly strong, nearly suffocating Yin Ci.

He trembled with fury, his face turning red and white in turn, before finally managing to yank the creature off his face.

He flung the black furball away as if it had dumped a bucket of dog shit on him.

Disgusted, he furiously wiped his mouth with his sleeve and yelled, “Pah, pah, pah! How dare you! Where did this piece of shit come from! Shameless!”

“Exactly! How dare it take advantage of our master!”

“This…this is the young master’s first kiss..”