Chapter 121 - 121 121 Youth Doesn't Know the Chill at the Fisherman's Mouth

121: Chapter 121: Youth Doesn’t Know the Chill at the Fisherman’s Mouth 121: Chapter 121: Youth Doesn’t Know the Chill at the Fisherman’s Mouth Fang Geyu had finished off a bottle of sweet milk, which sat beside her. She cradled a bowl of mutton and radish soup, squatting curled up like a cat, blowing on the steaming mist rising from the soup bowl. Every so often, she’d slurp a mouthful along the edge of the bowl, seemingly stimulated by the taste, her eyes squinting like a cat’s, losing some of her arrogance and aloofness, and gaining a touch of warm, lazy cuteness. Jin Sheng showed no politeness, flinging his arms about as he devoured his food, his injured right hand apparently not slowing down his chopstick-wielding speed. He panted as he ate, sweating profusely from the spice, but still praised aloud, “Kid, you have some real skill, this mutton soup looks milky white and tempting, but it sure is spicy, damn invigorating!” Lin Yuan couldn’t handle spice and didn’t eat much; after a few bites of side dishes, he squatted there, resting his chin in his hands, watching Baili An. Baili An expressionlessly slapped away Jin Sheng’s hand that had landed on a chicken leg. He rudely tore off two legs, brushed on a thin layer of honey, and heated them again before giving one each to Lin Yuan and Fang Geyu. Jin Sheng clicked his tongue, “Damn, such a ladies’ man, all out of chicken legs, what is young master supposed to eat?” Lin Yuan immediately smiled with curved eyes, seeming to really like the honey-brushed chicken leg. Fang Geyu’s attitude towards Baili An also involuntarily grew a bit fonder. As for Jin Sheng’s vulgar words, she coldly glanced at him and said, “What does a sword practicing good-for-nothing need with a chicken leg, just eat the butt.” With a look of disdain, she picked up a piece of chicken butt with her chopsticks and threw it into Jin Sheng’s bowl as if doing him a favor. Jin Sheng cursed under his breath, but still held the chicken butt and gnawed it clean of any meat. “Speaking of which, don’t you ever try your own cooking? Since I’ve come to the mountain, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat anything.” Fang Geyu seemed to ask nonchalantly, but she had indeed grown a bit, now knowing how to care for others. “Lin Guiyuan that fool managed to die on a woman’s belly and turned into a mountain ghost, so it makes sense he can’t eat, but why are you practicing abstinence?” The girl’s words were as sharp and hurtful as ever. Baili An didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, what was this about dying on a woman’s belly? Lin Guiyuan might have been foolish, but he wasn’t a man blinded by lust; his relationship with Wen Zhendong was utterly innocent. “Uh… I don’t eat because of the Cultivation Technique I practice. You don’t need to worry about me, but there’s something I’m quite curious about.” Fang Geyu rudely spat out a chicken bone, “What?” “You seem quite close to Sister Lin Yuan, but as a fellow member of the Mountain Realm, why are you so cold towards Guiyuan?” What was even more surprising was that Lin Guiyuan, with his mild temperament, was kind to everyone, but every time he saw this miss, he couldn’t help rolling his eyes frantically. Fang Geyu chuckled coldly, providing the answer, “Isn’t it normal for an idiot to be annoying?” “Don’t listen to her nonsense.” Lin Yuan, whose eating manners were much more refined, would definitely swallow what was in his mouth before speaking. “This girl is nice to everyone in the Mountain Realm. While she verbally dismisses Guiyuan, she actually treats him like family. One year, Guiyuan fell into the Forbidden Land and encountered an awakened Shebi Corpse, sustaining serious injuries. He barely escaped death thanks to the Divine Power of the Golden Crow Vine. But the Golden Crow Vine suffered great Spiritual Power loss and broke in two, no longer usable. Afraid of being blamed by Mountain Father, he hid terrified in the mountains, not daring to go home. She, being far away in Shifang City, got wind of this. God knows where she found a segment of Divine Wood Juice, but she traveled thousands of miles to come back, found Lin Guiyuan, and scolded him fiercely. Despite the scolding, she helped him repair the Golden Crow Vine to its original state, a fact even Mountain Father doesn’t know about.” Baili An had seen records of the Golden Crow Vine in the Divine Mansion Realm’s archives. The Golden Crow Vine was honored among Immortal Artifacts, a branch tendril from the Donghuang Divine Tree from the realm of gods and deities. The Divine Tree itself transformed from a Golden Crow, each tendril and leaf was its offspring and descendant. Each vine, each leaf, was exceedingly precious, a rarity in the Mortal World every thousand years. And naturally, the Divine Wood Juice was also a sap that flowed from the Donghuang Divine Tree, its price tantamount to a giant Immortal city in the Mortal World. It was unexpected that the wealthy Miss Fang Geyu would make such an extravagant gesture, especially for Lin Guiyuan—it was truly unforeseen. Psch! They say that good-for-nothing is useless, but in the end, he’s also raised by Mountain Father, and he could only rely on that Immortal Artifact to show off. Without it, he’s just a piece of firewood. I was just afraid he’d go out and disgrace the old Mountain Father,” Fang Geyu said contemptuously. Baili An was even more puzzled, “Then it makes even less sense for Guiyuan to despise Miss Fang so much?” Lin Yuan smiled with pursed lips, “He doesn’t despise her; he was quite smitten back in the day, just too young and naive to understand love. That lad, newly with family and companions, found Geyu pretty and delightful, and like a little puppy, he was glued to her side, impossible to shoo away.” Baili An found it hard to imagine Lin Guiyuan so shamelessly hanging behind a girl. Combining the current discord between them and thinking about Fang Geyu’s lethal little mouth, his eyes gradually filled with sympathy. If he guessed right, Lin Guiyuan saw the girl’s cute and attractive appearance and was moved by affection, thoughtlessly making a move. Only to find out that the girl who seemed as docile as a cat was just that—seemingly docile. In reality, beneath the cute fluff were sharp claws and venomous fangs that could leave one brutally wounded and chilled to the bone. Sure enough, Lin Yuan cautiously looked back at Lin Guiyuan who was standing alone by the lake. As if worried about hurting his tender heart, she nevertheless didn’t hesitate to tell his sad stories; her expression even held a trace of restrained excitement. “Back then, the two of them were quite amusing. It was my first time seeing Guiyuan like that. Ha ha, silly and only as tall as bean sprouts, yet he imitated the scripts from plays to confess to Geyu, making a feather umbrella from the tail feathers of a Colorful Spiritual Bird, claiming he wanted to be her umbrella to shield her from the wind and rain for a lifetime, pfft… ” Lin Yuan laughed heartlessly. Baili An pitied him, “I think it must have been the first time in his naive life he encountered someone’s sharp tongue and venom, which led him to doubt his existence.” Lin Yuan held back her laughter, “Isn’t that so? Guiyuan developed his stuttering problem right then and there, after Geyu took the umbrella and said he didn’t stand out in doing things, that his stupidity was somewhat unique, and that in the future he should watch fewer plays, daydream less, and that grinding teeth and speaking nonsense were not good habits.” Baili An looked quizzically at Miss Fang, who seemed indifferent and laughed foolishly as if talking about someone else’s affairs. “Er… You rejected him and still took the umbrella; isn’t that just adding insult to injury?” Fang Geyu showed disdain, “Why should I care if someone’s heart is stuffy, just don’t bother me. I took that umbrella merely because the Colorful Spiritual Bird’s feathers were quite special and very useful, so I brought it back to Shifang City. My uncles and granduncles, they all liked it didn’t they?”