Amidst the vast mountains and forests, an isolated realm stands aloof from the world. Legend has it that this place was established by a mighty cultivator before ascending to immortality. It opens once every five hundred years, harboring countless treasures within its peak cave abode, a coveted destination for many.
— However, the once-mythical land of the Boundless Mountains has now become a privately owned domain.
Two centuries ago, a fox in the mountains, unable to find a place to rest, joined forces with the spirits of the mountains to break the restrictions on the cave abode and seized the heavenly and natural treasures of the abode. With his newfound strength, the fox’s three tails finally grew to the legendary nine tails.
Having secured a cave abode, the fox, tired of living outdoors for hundreds of years, sent the mountain spirits away and returned to its true form, sitting on the fiery sun terrace within the cave to cultivate. It also placed a new restriction to prevent cultivators from using this place for training.
Seated on the fiery sun terrace, Mu Qing, shrouded in a deep red aura, maintained a rhythmic circulation of demonic energy.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”
A bothersome noise seemed to intrude into Mu Qing’s thoughts, resembling the whine of mosquitoes.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”
The noise grew closer, causing Mu Qing to furrow his brows. Disrupting cultivation midway would lead to wasted efforts, and he had been practicing for forty-nine days. How could he be disturbed by a mere mosquito—
“Buzz! Buzz—”
Mu Qing’s patience reached its limit. Manipulating his demonic energy, he launched an attack at the noise in the void.
The sound momentarily ceased.
Mu Qing, eyes closed, curved his lips into a faint smile. Whether it was a mosquito or a fly, anyone who intruded upon his cultivation haven would meet their end. Mu Qing once again calmed his mind.
After a while, Mu Qing’s ears twitched, and his neck felt slightly itchy—perhaps due to the dust that had settled in the cave abode. He attempted to activate the blood beads he had condensed within his body, only to realize that something was amiss. Forty-nine days of effort, yet there were only forty-eight blood beads!
“So full… so fragrant… so warm…”
Mu Qing opened his eyes, only to find that his cultivation progress had been in vain this time. The blood beads formed from his demonic energy…
A plump, reddened mosquito fell onto his outer robe with a light thud.
Mu Qing: “…Hmph.”
This mosquito was three to four times larger than a regular one and carried his demonic energy. It seemed this mosquito was the culprit!
Mu Qing scratched his swollen and itchy neck expressionlessly, shaking off the mosquito, and extended his foot, preparing to send it on its way.
“Ah! Don’t step on me! Woohoo, I’m sorry! Please don’t step on me, please!”
Hovering in mid-air, Mu Qing was not surprised when the mosquito transformed into a human shape. His demonic blood contained over a thousand years’ worth of energy, although it was just a drop, it held a cultivation of three to four hundred years. The mosquito, now standing before him, had jet-black hair cascading to his waist, skin as white as snow, pink fingers, toes, and ear tips, and a rosy face. Clearly, he had sucked too much blood, perhaps due to his first transformation, he was naked. Tearfully, he pleaded for mercy. Mu Qing finally got a good look, noticing even his nipples were adorably rosy.
Mu Qing changed his mind. As a fox who had lived single for over a thousand years, he had long suppressed urges. This audacious mosquito was a perfect target for some playful teasing—it could be seen as his punishment.
“I won’t step on you, alright. But if you’ve had a taste of my blood, you must pay a price.” Mu Qing crouched down, lifting the mosquito’s face. Judging by appearance alone, it was hard to believe he was once a mosquito. With big eyes, a small nose, and a round face, it was especially the plump, alluring lips. The thought of those lips having taken a bite from his neck…
Mu Qing’s gaze darkened.
The little mosquito stared at him for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears. Extending his fair arm, he pleaded with a generous expression, “Waaah, I’m so sorry! I was just so hungry. Please don’t be angry, can I make it up to you by giving a sip?”
He had only gained consciousness a year ago and had been wandering the mountains ever since. He didn’t dare suck the blood of the fierce mountain spirits. It was the scent of something delicious from the cave abode that lured him. He was just too hungry.
“Sip a bit?” Mu Qing raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, I won’t take a sip from you. But you can have another sip from me if you want.” He finished by sitting on a stone bench, lifting the edge of his outer robe.
“Thank you! You’re a true lifesaver!” The little mosquito wiped his tears. He had never encountered a person who willingly allowed him to suck their blood!
Mu Qing almost burst into laughter. He unfastened his pants, saying, “Sure, but you can only sip here. And you have to do it exactly how I say.”
Little mosquito: (Squirm, squirm, mouth twitching) The taste and color of this blood are strange.
Mu Qing: (Comfortable) I don’t want to move.
TL:
The novel only has 3 Chs + 1 extra!
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