After Wei Jing devoured three plates of roasted meat, he felt completely healed. His headache was gone, his back no longer ached, his legs stopped cramping, he even bounced on his feet a couple of times, full of energy. Waving his hand, he declared, “Let’s go to the garden. You keep grilling things for me.”
The “you” he referred to was the new chef, the boar spirit.
The boar spirit’s face was dark as a pot bottom, clearly not pleased with this arrangement.
Why should he be pleased?
He was a four-star powerhouse, why should he work like a slave for a weakling who couldn’t even muster one star’s worth of strength? And that weakling was Tu Shihua, the very person he had been determined to kill from the very beginning!
What kind of person was Tu Shihua?
A notorious, petty man who used others’ power to bully the weak, insidious, vicious, and wicked!
If it weren’t for the protection of the Great Master Qin, Tu Shihua would have been hacked to pieces and killed ten thousand times over!
The boar spirit stood rooted to the spot, thinking to himself: Hmph, now that the spotted python isn’t here, what can you do to me?
Wei Jing pushed the stroller ahead, completely unconcerned with the other’s defiance. Humming a cheerful tune, he muttered, “Ah, this wild boar meat is so delicious. I wonder if the meat of a wild boar that has gained spiritual intelligence tastes even better?”
His voice was neither loud nor soft, but just loud enough for the boar spirit behind him to hear clearly. A flicker of panic crossed his swollen, dark face: How could he forget, no matter how pathetic this despicable weakling was, he had the Great Master Qin backing him up!
Now, after his ordeal inside the spotted python’s belly, all his cultivation was sealed, reducing him to an ordinary person. And on top of that, his inner core was in the Great Master Qin’s hands. If the man got angry and crushed it, he would die!
The boar spirit quickly caught up without a word.
Wei Jing smiled in satisfaction. He knew it, the Great Master and the butler had dared to place the boar spirit right in front of him because they had a firm grip on his weakness.
Ah, it felt so good to have such a powerful backer. If only he weren’t stuck in Tu Shihua’s body, it would be even better.
【System Reminder: Beginner Task 4 has been activated. Host must prepare a homemade nutritious meal for the cub. Completing this task will earn 1 point.】
The gentle female voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
Wei Jing paused in his steps. A nutritious meal? Did that mean he had to cook?
“Hey, you. What’s your name?” He turned around and looked at the boar spirit, who was walking with his head down.
The boar spirit had absolutely no desire to talk to him, but then he thought about the consequences of not cooperating, being sliced up and turned into roasted meat. A shiver ran through him, and a flicker of panic set in. Muttering gloomily, he answered, “Xiao Bai.”
Wei Jing paused. “But you’re pitch black all over. There’s nothing white about you.”
The boar spirit glared at him. “That’s exactly why I’m called Xiao Bai (Little White), so that one day I’ll become white!”
“…” Kid, you’re way too naive. Even if you were domesticated into a farm pig, it would take generations of your descendants before any of them might turn white. But such a harsh truth… best let it fade away with the wind.
Wei Jing cleared his throat lightly and said seriously, “Xiao Bai (Da Hei/Big Black), back when you were shouting about killing Tu Shihua, why was that?”
“Because you convinced the Great Master Qin to hunt down one wild boar every single day! The pigs on our mountain are almost all gone because of you!” the boar spirit said indignantly, completely unaware of anything wrong with his words. “The pigs on the neighboring mountain are way more numerous, but no, you just had to target our mountain! If I don’t get rid of you, the pigs we raise have no future!”
Sure enough… a serious grudge.
The corner of Wei Jing’s mouth twitched. He felt the need to clarify. “That was all Tu Shihua’s doing. It has nothing to do with me.”
“Tu Shihua, you really have no shame! Now you’re trying to shift the blame onto the Great Master Qin!”
“Tsk, give me a break. You only pick on the weak. If you’ve got the guts, go pick on the Great Master!”
“I-I-I…” The boar spirit was at a loss for words. Forget the Great Master Qin, he couldn’t even handle that spotted python. That was why he had targeted Tu Shihua. Because surely he was the one instigating the Great Master! Everyone knew that Tu Shihua, the weakling, loved eating wild boar meat the most.
“Stop stammering. Take me to the kitchen.” Wei Jing was already too tired to keep explaining that he really wasn’t Tu Shihua. It wouldn’t make a difference anyway, this pig-brained fool was stubborn. The one who actually killed the boars was the Great Master Qin, but somehow all the blame landed on Tu Shihua.
“You want to go to the kitchen?” The boar spirit looked Wei Jing up and down with undisguised disdain. He was about to make a sarcastic remark when a sharp pain shot through his abdomen. Immediately, he realized that the Great Master Qin was warning him. Not another word of complaint escaped his lips.
With a sour expression, he forced out four words: “Follow me.”
Wei Jing had no idea what a nutritious meal for a baby should be, so he decided to check out the kitchen first and see what ingredients were available.
The little dragon lying in the stroller was playing with a ball of yarn, looking completely innocent and harmless. Sensing Wei Jing’s gaze, it tilted its head back and let out an “Ah,” its expression almost like a smile.
Even without fur, it actually looked kind of cute.
Wei Jing thought to himself. But the next second, the little dragon let out another “Ah-ah” and spat out a small fireball, turning the yarn ball in its grasp into a pile of black ash…
C-cute?
Yeah, he decided to take back what he just said. This thing was way too fierce.
The spacious, bright kitchen was spotless. To the left, a row of refrigerated storage units held nothing but wild boar meat: head meat, bone-in meat, shoulder meat, front leg meat, hind leg meat, tenderloin, pork belly, pork trotters, pig feet, tendons, pork chops, rib chops, leg bones…
Each section had a large label, making it look more organized than a supermarket meat section.
Taking it all in, Wei Jing couldn’t help but marvel: Just how much did Tu Shihua love eating pork? Wait, no, how much did the Great Master Qin spoil his “wife”?
Did the Great Master spoil his wife?
As the original author, Wei Jing found himself lost in thought for a moment.
On the other side of the screen, the Great Master, who had been monitoring his every move, was also deep in thought. That boar spirit, with his simple mind and brawny body, hadn’t picked up on anything unusual in what “Tu Shihua” had said earlier.
But he had heard it clearly.
“That was all Tu Shihua’s doing. It has nothing to do with me.”
The other had said something similar twice now, both times in front of strangers.
Actually, make that three times. When the guy had first woken up, he had also said to him: “I’m not your wife.”
The Great Master was well aware.
The Tu Shihua standing before him now was no longer the same Tu Shihua. But this new person seemed to know quite a few things and acted like he understood him well, timid yet lively, completely different from the Tu Shihua who used to keep a demure smile around him. They couldn’t possibly be the same person.
When he had first brought this person back, he had suspected it was a trap, someone had set this up to ambush him.
But after less than a day, he was starting to think it was just an accident.
Some poor soul had somehow ended up possessing the body of Tu Shihua, who had died unexpectedly, and was now desperate to leave.
Should he let this person go?
The Great Master rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
Back in the kitchen, Wei Jing was half-squatting, communicating with the little dragon in the stroller. “Xiaobao, do you want minced meat porridge, or egg custard soup?”
The little dragon stretched its neck, nuzzled his finger, and let out a short response. “Ah.”
Wei Jing pretended to understand. “Alright, both it is.”