Is it hard to please a little girl? But isn’t it easy to please a little fox?
Chen Ye wasn’t concerned—it’s just a little fox, easily handled!
He eagerly manipulated the tentacles and took out a Top Grade Vermilion Fruit, waving it in front of the little white fox.
"Alright, alright, stop crying. Look, what’s this? A First Tier Top Grade Vermilion Fruit, it’s very sweet, just for you. Don’t be mad anymore."
Chen Ye didn’t forget to use five or six tentacles to stroke the little white fox’s fur.
After signing a contract with the vine king, he could control the tentacles with extraordinary ease, as if they were an extension of his own body.
However,
that fluffy white ball didn’t appreciate it at all and even shuddered.
Chen Ye forcefully shoved the Vermilion Fruit into the little white fox’s embrace.
"Squeak!"
The little white fox finally couldn’t take it anymore, swung its tail fiercely, and with a "pa" sound, knocked that invaluable Vermilion Fruit flying into the wall, smashing it into mush.
Having done all that, it silently buried its small head deeper into its tail, taking on a resolute stance as if saying, "Don’t touch me."
Well.
This little creature really has quite a temper—wasn’t I just using the tentacles to swing it like a swing?
Chen Ye was helpless.
"Knock knock."
Just then, the door of the Quiet Chamber was gently knocked.
"Master, have you returned?" It was Zhiwei’s voice.
Chen Ye felt as if he was granted a pardon and quickly said, "Come in. I just got back to Luoli Courtyard today and hadn’t had the chance to tell you all yet."
As for the matter of using the tentacles to play with the little fox just now, he was naturally too embarrassed to tell Zhiwei.
He knew Zhiwei liked the little fox a lot; her nature wasn’t as lively and active as Qing Jun’s, staying at home all day cultivating with only the little fox to talk to.
Zhiwei opened the door slightly and immediately saw the bizarre scene in the room:
Her master stood awkwardly by the wall, there was a fluffy white fur ball sulking in the corner, a puddle of red fruit mush on the floor, and her master’s sleeve extended a... tentacle that was poking at the fur ball, unsure of what to do.
"Hmm? Master... this vine..."
Seeing the tentacle, Zhiwei wasn’t afraid; she just furrowed her brow slightly and spoke softly,
"It looks like the vine king’s tentacle?"
After Chen Ye explained the process of subduing the vine king, Zhiwei nodded thoughtfully:
"So, Master used the vine king to bully the little white fox?"
Her words directly revealed the truth.
Chen Ye was surprised, "How did you know?"
The black-haired girl was helpless, "It’s too obvious... you can tell at a glance."
Chen Ye was puzzled.
Is it really that obvious?
But Master hadn’t noticed the cold sweat seeping from his disciple’s fair forehead.
Zhiwei quickly observed her master’s expression, and seeing he wasn’t suspicious, she was relieved.
Spying on the master, how could she be so embarrassed to say...
Last time when she was caught eavesdropping on her master, at first she was indeed regretful and self-reproachful.
But gradually, she found that she still couldn’t restrain the eager desire in her heart.
Anyway... as long as the master doesn’t find out, it’s like she hasn’t done it...
Zhiwei walked to the corner and picked up the shivering little white fox.
This little fox judges people by their status.
Seeing Zhiwei coming to hold it, it did not resist at all, obediently letting Zhiwei hold it in her arms, even burying its little head into Zhiwei’s arm, making a small whimpering sound.
Zhiwei gently stroked its back while raising her head to look at her master, and solemnly said:
"Master, Zhiwei has a way to let the little white fox let go of its grudge."
"Oh?" Chen Ye was intrigued, "What method do you have?"
He thought his disciple must have some unique technique for comforting spirit beasts.
Zhiwei, holding the still quietly sobbing little white fox, lifted her pretty face and, in a calm tone devoid of emotion, uttered words that nearly shattered Chen Ye’s Taoist heart on the spot.
"Master, the reason little white is sad is that it feels master only bullies it, treating it like a plaything, so it feels unfair and humiliated."
She paused, her clear black eyes earnestly watching Chen Ye, and the tentacles still stirring in his sleeve.
"To balance its mind, it’s simple..."
"Master, use the vine king’s tentacles to bind Zhiwei just like you did to little white earlier."
"..." Chen Ye opened his mouth.
"If little white sees that master’s most beloved disciple is also played with like this, it will understand that master bears no malice, just simply wants to play with it. Its heart will naturally be balanced." The black-haired girl was earnest.
"..."
Chen Ye suddenly suspected if he was hearing things.
This girl... what is she saying?!
But looking at her serious expression, it seemed she was genuinely considering it.
Even the little white fox in Zhiwei’s embrace forgot to cry. It lifted its fluffy little head, both shocked and bewildered.
It hadn’t expected,
Zhiwei would go to such lengths to make it happy!
But...
It was not a particularly bad little fox; it wouldn’t feel joy at others’ misfortune—even if it’s a misfortune it once experienced.
"Ridiculous!"
After a while, Chen Ye finally found his voice, and in a low voice reprimanded her,
"Zhiwei! What kind of random thoughts are you having! How could I do such a thing to you as a master!"
"The disciple is willing."
Zhiwei’s tone remained calm, even taking a step forward, her face slightly upturned,
"For little white, and for master to be at ease. No need for hesitation, master."
The more calm and frank she was, the more flustered Chen Ye felt.
It seemed that his usually most obedient and sensible senior disciple, was... was walking further and further down some strange road.
"Do not speak of this matter again!" Chen Ye sternly interrupted her, "I will have a way to comfort little white! You... take it out first!"