Chapter 557: Chapter 534: The Grandmother

As he was plotting how to trick the little girl into going back to sleep obediently, the small hands wrapped around his thigh suddenly lightened their grip.

Baili An’s clothes rustled in front of him, and the little girl disappeared.

He looked down somewhat foolishly. The girl who had been clinging to his thigh had, amidst their struggle, unexpectedly transformed into a soft little White Tiger.

The little paws dangled as they clung to his leg and the tail was now annoyingly wrapped around Baili An’s shin, its round head rubbing against him, employing all its cuddling tricks.

It also kept making a milky “meow” sound, its big watery eyes staring unblinkingly at Baili An, looking pitiful.

Upon seeing this, the yin spirit tiger froze like lightning had struck, deeply shocked, and buried its head, embarrassed to show its face.

Baili An was also startled, his eyes wide as he asked, “Aren’t you just a normal girl? How did you transform into this?”

The little White Tiger crawling between his legs slowly climbed up, nibbling on a button of Baili An’s sleeve with its sharp little milk teeth.

It seemed to want to burrow into his arms.

The little White Tiger spoke in a soft and sweet girl’s voice, “Since I’m mixing with the little Lord of the Mountain, I ought to have one or two transformation tricks to charm, right? Brother, hold me in your arms, I’m prettier than it, and my tail can even make the shape of a heart that loves you.”

Saying this, she shook her tail proudly, which surprisingly easily curled into a small heart shape, coquettishly saying, “Brother, I want to eat some meat.”

No wonder she, with no cultivation, could stay by the little Lord of the Mountain all year round and serve him, her charm was indeed unparalleled.

Looking at her soft and adorable appearance, Baili An felt his heart soften as well.

He could resist beauty, but not this kind of overwhelming temptation.

He was already fond of those fluffy, soft little animals.

Ever since Afu Tu returned from Ghost Mountain, for some reason, it had become indifferent towards him, not even eating carrots, sleeping all day, no longer allowing its ears to be touched, stopped bathing, and its gaze grew fierce, suddenly becoming somewhat odious.

Now, facing this alluring little enchantress, he truly had no other choice but to compromise.

Thus, the yin spirit tiger in his embrace gave up its spot and was tucked into his sleeve by Baili An.

Claiming it had just farted several times, it was too smelly.

Better to go to the sleeve to get some air and rid of the smell.

Even though corpse demons don’t have a sense of smell.

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Rain filled the Capital, tapping against windows.

Outside a little grilled meat tavern, the curtains fluttered in the light rain and breeze, like smoke against the dark sky.

People with umbrellas walked non-stop, lanterns shining, surrounded by houses with red walls and white tiles, small bridges over water, and the city that never sleeps was truly enchanting in the night after a gentle rain, adding a delicate charm to this ancient city of a thousand years.

The aroma of meat permeated the long street, even the curtain of rain couldn’t contain the business booming from inside the tavern.

The small tavern wasn’t large, settled in a humble alleyway, mostly frequented by mortals.

Occasionally, a few cultivators disguised their Spiritual Energy and blended into the crowd, enjoying lively conversations.

Baili An arrived at the entrance of the tavern, tilted to close his umbrella, shaking off the water and looking at the bustling hall, feeling somewhat nervous.

Because in this ordinary grilled meat tavern, he sensed an atmosphere that wasn’t his to claim, filled with the everyday flavors of life.

Since becoming a corpse demon, without any past memories, Baili An rarely visited crowded markets or places filled with mortals.

Because seeing them always made him feel alienated from his surroundings.

He could face banquets with noble families, geniuses from various cultivators without distraction, and even withstand provocations from Wu Bu and drinking contests among cultivators without showing fear.

Yet, a warm tavern like this somehow made him feel restless.

The rain continued to fall over the Capital during the night.

Standing in front of the tavern, the young man quietly watched people inside come and go, toasting and switching cups, and for some reason, the more ordinary these things, the more they frightened him.

A painful disturbance came from the spirit platform.

It was the Netherworld Wolf causing chaos in his shadow.

Baili An came back to his senses and finally stepped into the tavern with his umbrella closed.

The place was very busy with many people enjoying the night snack. The staff seemed overwhelmed, unable to greet each new guest and had to let them find their own seats.

However, with no empty tables in sight, most new guests had to share tables with others.

After scanning the surroundings, Baili An noticed a small table in a corner of the hall with only one woman seated there.

The seat across from her was empty, and she was flanked by two figures that seemed to be bodyguards, making it clear why most common people wouldn’t dare to join her table.

Baili An noticed she didn’t seem like a Demi Immortal cultivator from the Inner City, with no trace of cultivation energy on her.

The two female guards looked like ordinary Martial Artists too. The woman was dressed in a light blue skirt with subtle silver patterns on her sleeves that shimmered elegantly, more like the attire of a worldly noblewoman.