Chapter 163 - 163 161 Rabbits Are Easier to Raise than Deer

Words : 1311 Updated : Sep 28th, 2025

163: Chapter 161: Rabbits Are Easier to Raise than Deer 163: Chapter 161: Rabbits Are Easier to Raise than Deer Wen Hanwei smiled sweetly and said, “That’s good to hear.” She took out a Jade Scroll and tossed it to him, “This records some relevant information about the Zhang Family in Xihai City, as kept by Ye Lian. It needs to be brought back to our sect for filing. I’ve already made a copy, so you can show this one to your lady, Jiujiu. Although it’s true that young people entering the pugilist world do need a fervent and sincere passion, when it comes to elders, it’s better not to act impulsively and just lash out.” Once she had finished speaking, she left by Sword Control. Baili An opened the Jade Scroll; it was a recording Jade Scroll that could display images recorded for a period of time upon unfolding. These recording Jade Scrolls are quite magical, created by Artifact Refining masters within Shifang City, and extensively used by various Immortal sects. After carefully viewing the content on the Jade Scroll, Baili An stored it away and muttered with a wry smile, “It seems that, after all, I owe Su Jing an apology.” Suddenly, there was a soft itch on his lips, and the rabbit, which had been very lethargic in his arms until now, did not know when it had pricked up its fluffy ear and gently wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth. A pair of round, red eyes stared unblinkingly at him. Baili An, with a smile, took it out from his arms and tilted his head slightly to shake it, “Hungry?” Sister Wen had said that creatures like Afu Tu had large appetites and were easily trapped in a state of hunger. Yet, a whole day and night had passed, and the rabbit hadn’t eaten anything; it must have been quite hungry. The little rabbit mimicked his actions, tilting its round head, its cute ears drooping, and rubbed his hand lightly with its leg as if to answer. Holding the rabbit, Baili An started walking along a dirt path on the side of the valley. Because this Earth Realm was close to the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, the jungle and valley were desolate, walking on the crumbling mountain paths. Through the gnarled, twisting dead trees, one could see the misty mountains conceal a decrepit City God’s old temple, barren fields, and still decaying, loosely structured houses with no signs of inhabitants. Not a single light was visible at a glance. Even in the early morning, when all things dawn, a faint ghostly aura lingers in the continuous mountain shadows. To find food to fill the stomach of a creature like Afu Tu in such a place would be difficult. In the daylight, a few sparse, dim gray stars still hung, undissipated. Baili An lightly stroked Afu Tu’s chin, almost imperceptible, and asked, “Are you picky with food?” The little white rabbit’s three-petaled mouth moved, biting his teasing finger, indicating that it was not picky. Baili An nodded and said, “That’s good, much easier to care for than the little deer.” The little deer in the Mountain Realm, somehow, had won the favorite of Miss Fang Geyu. Usually fed with grapes and apples, watered by the Spiritual Spring, it had now grown plump and robust, its tastes spoiled, so much so that it would turn its nose up at even the green fruits he picked. Rabbits, however, were easier to satisfy; carrots and vegetable leaves would do. Having just met, Baili An certainly wouldn’t be so stingy as to send it off with just carrots and vegetable leaves. He decided to be as generous as sister Wen and let the voracious Afu Tu have a full meal. Skirting around three hills, he came to a small lake. Baili An looked around the environment and was quite satisfied. The ground was covered in dried branches and leaves. Surrounded by towering ancient trees, making the already dim morning light even harder to shine down into this forest lake. The thick leaves, devoid of moisture, turned yellow and brittle. Baili An trod along the path, making a light, rustling sound. Crack—a crisp, splitting sound. He looked down to find a crushed skull. The skull was round, small, and didn’t look like a Beast Bone or the skull of an adult. It resembled a child’s skull. A gust of wind swept past. The fallen leaves on the ground were whipped into the air, revealing a patch of ghastly white, piled up bones. Baili An sighed, his gaze neither sad nor joyful, and he deftly avoided those bones, arriving next to this stagnant pond. He squatted down, extending his pale, slender hand into the water. The ripples on the water gently waved, creating an eerie sense of still beauty. The little rabbit perched on his knee, looking at the lake water that exuded a faint chill, and suddenly understood the kind of food it was about to face, its red eyes revealing a sorrowful expression. It looked down at the water surface and then back at the side profile of Baili An, its aggrieved demeanor as if bold in anger but timid in action. It’s a pity that Baili An, fully focused on catching food for it, didn’t notice the rabbit’s suggestive little eyes. A slight disturbance rippled on the lake’s surface, and the still water began to bubble up. A bizarre scene occurred. Countless pitch-black, wet hairs grew wildly from the water, entangling Baili An’s hand as if they were life-filled weeds. A great force came from beneath the water, a pair of eyes—oily green pupils with pale whites—stared deeply at him from the depths. The force was terrifying, creating abnormal ripples over a large area on the lake’s surface. But Baili An’s body merely tilted slightly before he steadied himself. He patted the rabbit’s head and said, “It’s time to eat.” The thing beneath the water, seeing the person above it unflinching, its green eyes meeting those slightly reddened with intent, began to panic and fear. The hair that had initially entangled him firmly now shrank back as quickly as if burned. Baili An had no intention of letting the thing underwater escape. The hair was slippery, like snake scales, impossible to grasp. His arm suddenly sank in, plunging into the water, his long fingers sinking into an icy, hard object. As if it were the skull of some creature, his fingers hooked tightly, blood-red and thick. He leapt upward. The massive creature that burst from the water cast a dark shadow over the sky. When it burst through the surface, countless droplets splashed. Accompanied by a piercing howl, the water droplets, as if affected by a powerful sonic force, shattered into mist. Baili An dragged and pulled, hauling the massive creature up onto the shore with great force and without negotiation. The cold lake water splashed about, wetting the dried branches and leaves on the shore. The thick, smelly hair that was entwined around Baili An’s wrist had already lost its strength and spread out limply. His icy fingers pierced into the skull of the enormous shadow; the dark, thick blood stained his clean, pale hand. An indescribable nausea spread in the damp air. To describe it, it was akin to the sticky, decomposing rot that seeped from a pile of decayed, soaked intestines of some giant fish. Baili An had little reaction to such a smell and carefully observed the dying struggle of the thing beneath him. The huge shadow thrashing violently on the ground was a woman, her body wrapped in rich, black hair. The black, wet hair seemed as if salvaged from a filthy drain, the water dripping from it all murky as if soiled, rotten ink.

Chapter 163 - 163 161 Rabbits Are Easier to Raise than Deer

Comments (0)