C1 Follow Me

In the mystical forest, the air shimmered with energy, hinting at the birth of something extraordinary. Deep within, a pit blazed with fierce flames, surrounded by a variety of beasts, each eyeing the fire intently, occasionally licking their lips in anticipation.

Within the flames, an egg floated serenely. Suddenly, it cracked open, revealing a fluffy little face. The small creature wriggled free, leaving behind a shattered shell as the flames receded, revealing a tiny three-tailed fox cat.

Feng Qingchen looked up, her clear eyes meeting the gaze of an incredibly ugly beast. It had the body of an elephant, covered in snake-like scales, and a mouth so large its fangs were visible. As she glanced around, she saw more of these fearsome creatures, all staring at her as if she were the most delicious meal.

Feng Qingchen froze, calculating her chances of escape, while inwardly cursing her luck. The universe seemed to have it out for her. Once a top-tier assassin in the modern world, she had been betrayed and shot by her own organization. Yet, as her consciousness returned, her mind was flooded with unfamiliar methods of cultivation and ancient legacies, promising an existence as eternal as the heavens themselves.

She was excited for quite a while, exclaiming how lucky she was to have such a great adventure.

But... a tiny kitten, barely the size of a palm with its claws not yet fully grown—what chance did it have against these creatures?

Feng Qingchen subtly moved her paw, causing the beasts to take a cautious step forward, wary of her escaping. Yet, they seemed to restrain each other, with none daring to attack her.

"Hmm, three tails, not bad," a cool, lazy voice drifted over, reaching Feng Qingchen's ears.

She looked up, scanning her surroundings until she spotted the speaker.

A man dressed in a simple white robe sat sideways on a tree branch. His long, straight legs rested on the branch, his robe loose and his posture relaxed, as if he were part of a serene ink painting.

The man was strikingly handsome, with brows like distant mountains and eyes like stars—deep and calm, as if filled with the night sky. He wore a slight smile as he glanced her way.

"Little kitten, do you choose to perish under the claws of these beasts, or will you come with me?" he asked, his gaze shifting to the restless creatures outside the circle, his tone unhurried.

Feng Qingchen lowered her eyes and softly asked, "Are you really that kind? Helping me for nothing?"

She had long known her identity from the legacy she inherited—born from the essence of the earth and sky. So, whether she was simmered in a stew or fried, she was a source of great nourishment.

If she fell into the hands of these beasts, she would surely be torn apart. But if captured by humans, she might end up in a small cage, her blood drawn daily, a fate worse than death.

What started as a simple inquiry came out as a series of soft meows, gentle and tender.

The man raised an eyebrow. "Of course not. I never make a losing deal." Then, as if struck by a thought, he smiled. "But you don’t really have a choice. I finally found a three-tailed one like you; I can't just let you fall into the jaws of those beasts."

In an instant, the man translated her words.

She felt relieved that someone could understand her, yet also at a loss for words.