The Unexpected Encounter

Suddenly!

The blanket hanging in the air expanded enormously and swiftly descended, completely covering Zhang Xiaocha, who was not far away.

The two female disciples’ pupils contracted sharply. “This…is this the blanket that was just carrying Zhang Xiaocha through the air? It can actually grow larger!” Their eyes gleamed with greed as they exchanged glances, their lips curling into involuntary smiles.

The leading woman spoke first, “It’s strange, though…Zhang Xiaocha clearly isn’t favored by her Master, so how does she possess so many strange and wondrous treasures? If she were from a prominent family, it would be understandable, but she’s just an orphan!”

“Rare artifacts that ordinary people rarely see are as numerous as cattle hairs in her possession!” Her gaze was fixed on the freely expanding blanket before her, her eyes betraying her unmasked desire.

“Although we don’t know the exact grade of this artifact, its ability to control size is unheard of in this realm!”

Her voice paused briefly, and she glanced back at the other female disciple. “From what we’ve seen, it appears to be a flying artifact!”

“Look at the lightweight fabric of this blanket; it’s just a piece of cloth. I suspect it has little defensive capability.”

“This means we can…”

She glanced at the blanket under which Zhang Xiaocha was still struggling and her eyes flashed with a cruel glint. “Given that this idiot hasn’t been at the sect lately, if we eliminate her now, this artifact will become ownerless! This way, we’ll also be doing the sect a favor, right, Junior Sister?”

The other disciple smiled knowingly, exchanging a look with her senior. Then they both moved silently towards Zhang Xiaocha, who was still struggling beneath the blanket.

Behind them, the Eight-Headed Hellhound quickly retrieved the eight squealing piglets from a distance and placed them on the ground, gently licking them.

Feeling the tenderness of their mother’s return, the eight piglets instantly looked pitifully at the Eight-Headed Hellhound, stretching out their front legs in a “hug me” gesture.

Watching her children’s affection, Little Eight felt increasingly guilty, her snout tingling with emotion.

She sat down slowly and gathered the eight piglets into her embrace, but heard a familiar cry from beneath the enlarged blanket, “Woo woo woo…”

“Stupid blanket, you’re tormenting me again! Shrink, shrink now!”

Unfortunately, the enlarged blanket showed no sign of shrinking.

“Ah ah ah…I can’t get out! Someone, please save me!”

Instantly, the Eight-Headed Hellhound’s head was filled with confusion for a moment. ‘Chacha?’

Realizing something, her brilliant blue eyes flashed with anger, and she was about to pounce forward when she suddenly remembered biting the wrong person a few days ago…

Her steps faltered, and her howl carried a hint of uncertainty as she called out to the small figure writhing beneath the enlarged blanket, “Woof~ Woof woof~”

Under the blanket,

Zhang Xiaocha, who had been lost, stood up abruptly, causing the two female disciples who were about to act inappropriately to instinctively step back.

“This…is this Little Eight’s voice!?”

“Chacha…did I return to the Jade Maiden Sect?”

“Sigh—”

“I thought this stupid blanket had dropped me in some remote mountain!” Her face flushed with anger. “Ah ah ah! Damn stupid blanket, you tossed me from the sky and now you won’t listen to my commands, deliberately expanding and trapping me!”

“Woo woo woo…If not for hearing Little Eight’s calls, with my mere three meters of divine perception, who knows how long it would take me to crawl out!”

“Damn stupid blanket, once I get out, I’ll burn you to ashes! I swear!”

Then, she threw herself to the ground, propping herself up with her limbs, and vocalized a response, “Roar roar~ Roar~”

Hearing this, the Eight-Headed Hellhound looked at the eight piglets beneath her, her body shuddering as endless rage surged within, causing the flames enveloping her to intensify, making the two female disciples feel a sudden heat, prompting them to instinctively turn back.

Noticing this, the Eight-Headed Hellhound’s aura instantly weakened, and she threw the eight piglets away again with a swipe of her paw.

Under the night sky,
The eight piglets’ figures arced through the air.

At the gate,
The Eight-Headed Hellhound stood alone, her expression filled with disdain.

Looking at the eight piglets crying in the night sky, the two female disciples’ mouths twitched slightly, “Indeed…Little Eight truly hates her children! She threw them so far and even kicked them higher…”

Beneath the enlarged blanket,

Zhang Xiaocha, who hadn’t received a response for a long time, now had her big, tearful eyes wide open, filled with grievance and anger. Her fair feet stomped the ground, making a “boom boom boom” sound.

Zhang Xiaocha slowly rose, facing away from the gate, and lightly raised her fair wrist, pointing forward, “Hmph…”

“Little Eight, you’ve been very naughty! I was going to give you a reward, but since you’ve been like this, don’t blame me for being unkind to you, Little Eight! Hmph hmph hmph~” She crossed her arms, her long legs one in front of the other, her bare feet tapping the ground, her expression sullen.

Then, she took out a small, golden bell from her system space, and a strange purple mist flashed by quickly. Zhang Xiaocha held it in her small hand and shook it lightly, “Roar roar roar~ Now, please call me Pavlov•Chacha!”

Instantly, the bell in her hand rang out a crisp sound.

Jingle jingle jingle jingle—

The bell’s sound echoed in the Eight-Headed Hellhound’s ears, and she couldn’t help but soften, a large amount of liquid flowing from beneath her, unable to stop herself from raising her head and howling to the sky, her voice high and shrill…

Hearing this familiar howl, a segment of unwanted memories flooded back to the two female disciples.

It was a summer ten years ago. Little Eight wasn’t as docile as she is now. She had just been brought back and was extremely irritable, biting anyone she saw.

In the Jade Maiden Sect’s martial arts arena, all the disciples gathered, looking at Shangguan Zhi on the stage.

She wore a green robe, her red lips slightly parted, “Now, as I am about to enter seclusion, and the various peak leaders are busy with their duties, the care of Little Eight falls to you disciples.”

“Whoever can tame her temper, once I emerge from seclusion, will be greatly rewarded!”

“Who among you is willing to take on this task?”

Thinking of Little Eight’s volatile temperament, the disciples exchanged hesitant glances, no one daring to respond.

But at that moment, a small figure jumped out from the crowd, her face beaming with joy, “Me me me! It’s me!”

Then, Zhang Xiaocha fed Little Eight aphrodisiac pills day after day for seven years, and after feeding them, she would shake the bell.

Initially, Little Eight’s temperament did soften, but one night…

Zhang Xiaocha…
Utilizing the ability of the Eight-Headed Hellhound’s race to ignore restrictions,
She shook the bell and rode Little Eight, with the two of them raiding half of the Jade Maiden Sect that night…

It was then that everyone realized Little Eight, due to a certain person’s training, would go into heat whenever she heard the bell’s sound…

Terrifying memories surged into the two female disciples’ minds, and they instinctively wanted to run, but suddenly found their feet weakening, their chests heaving violently, and their eyes growing hazy, “Mmm~”

In the next moment,
They tightly embraced each other, the ground beneath them becoming a scene of intimacy.

Beneath the enlarged blanket,

Hearing the familiar panting sounds from afar, Zhang Xiaocha smiled knowingly, “Roar roar roar~ Stupid blanket, you didn’t expect this, did you? I can tell the difference between panting and positioning! Hehe~”

Soon, her petite figure emerged from beneath the enlarged blanket, and she saw that Little Eight was already limp on the ground, unable to move. Zhang Xiaocha’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, and two deep dimples appeared on her cheeks. She crossed her arms, “Roar roar roar~ Little Eight, Little Eight, hmm~ You didn’t respond to me, Your Highness!”

“Did you forget about this bell?”

Zhang Xiaocha was about to shake the bell in her left hand again when she suddenly heard the gasping sounds coming from the ground beside her. She glanced over and saw two female disciples in Jade Maiden Sect attire entangled on the ground, instantly showing a look of contempt, “Tsk tsk tsk~”

“So eager, starting right out here…If it were me, I’d at least wear the Emperor’s New Clothes~”

“Hehe~”

Just then, a strange purple light flashed across the surface of the bell in her left hand, and her small face turned pale, as if she couldn’t believe it. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, “This…is this the aphrodisiac bell I exchanged from the system a long time ago?”

[Aphrodisiac Bell: Once rung, all cultivators below the Transcendence realm within a 100-meter radius will be forced into an intimate state.]

Zhang Xiaocha: “…”

“Not…not good…I seem to have unwittingly stirred up a big trouble…”

“If I remember correctly, it seems that…”

“The entire Jade Maiden Sect, except for the Ancestor who is always in seclusion, no one else is at the Transcendence realm anymore…Oh no! Oh no! Will they beat me to death now?”

Her small body shuddered as she listened to the increasingly intense gasping sounds around her.

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