C3 This Savior Was Really Hard to Please!

"Don't worry, I don't like eating cat meat, so there's no need to look at me like I'm your sworn enemy." The man gently tapped her on the head, easily reading her thoughts.

"What do you want, then?" Feng Qingchen's eyes flickered. As long as he didn't want to eat her, she could still see him as a benefactor and be grateful.

A sense of gratitude began to rise in her heart. After all, he did save her... even if the method was less than pleasant.

"Well, I'm curious about what you can do," the man said, looking at Feng Qingchen with a hint of exasperation.

"Then why did you save me?" Feng Qingchen's eyes widened. Wasn't it a bad deal not to get anything in return?

"I saved you because I wanted to, no need for a reason," he replied, raising an eyebrow. After a moment of thought, he continued, "How about this: I have a unique carved vase made from a thousand-year-old pearl in my palace. It's one of a kind. But I want a pair. You were born with three tails and can transform into anything. If you can transform into a matching vase for a hundred years, I'll let you go. How about that?"

He sighed softly, as if he felt he was getting the short end of the stick.

Feng Qingchen clenched her paws. A three-tailed fox cat that could eventually become a nine-tailed fox, rivaling the legendary nine-tailed fox spirits, and here she was, being asked to be a vase?

"Another hundred years? Dream on!"

"Though good things often come in pairs, adding another would ruin the uniqueness of having just one of its kind in the world. I'm pretty good at cooking, so how about I grill a fish for you as a thank you for saving my life?" Qingchen's eyes, as clear as water, were fixed intently on his face.

"You can grill fish?" he paused, looking down at her.

"Of course..." Qingchen blurted out, suddenly realizing how odd that sounded. She wasn't the assassin anymore, but a newborn kitten. How could a newborn kitten know how to grill fish?

She looked up and met his eyes, which were filled with a knowing amusement.

Thinking quickly, she said, "I'm a cat, after all. Cats naturally love fish. It's something passed down through generations."

"I see. I've never tasted fish grilled by a fox cat before. If it turns out to be delicious, I might just let you go," he said, seemingly intrigued, and descended from the clouds.

They landed by a lake, and he tossed her down. "This lake has the freshest yellowtail fish. Go ahead and grill one."

The lake was formed by a waterfall, with water flowing gently. The clear water sparkled, and the faint yellow shadows of fish darted by.

"Do you have a fishing rod?" Qingchen turned to look at him, momentarily stunned.

A white shag carpet covered the floor, with a small, intricately carved mahogany table emitting a subtle fragrance. Beside it was a small bamboo stool topped with a feather cushion. He sat there leisurely, holding a delicate, pale blue teacup. Out of nowhere, a small red clay teapot appeared, eagerly pouring him a cup of tea.

He tapped his fingers on the table and said calmly, "What do you mean by that? Show some respect."

Qingchen held back and asked again, "Then, may I ask, how should I address you?"

"The world knows me as the Divine Sovereign Fengming," he replied casually, taking a sip of tea with an air of relaxed elegance.

That name... so grand!

Could it be that she was rescued by some kind of deity?

She couldn't help but glance at him. He certainly had an ethereal quality, exuding an aura that was almost otherworldly. Definitely not some kind of ghost or demon.

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