Thinking of being able to teach that hateful man a lesson, the Little Milk Dog was extremely excited.
Li Dai let herself be dragged along without resisting.
Because this sort of thing happened frequently lately.
Whenever the Little Milk Dog discovered some ready-made prey (a dead rabbit or wild pheasant that had crashed into something), it would eagerly drag her over to retrieve it.
The Little Milk Dog pulled Li Dai a long way, all the way to the very back of the forest.
It stood to reason that entering the depths of the forest was dangerous, but with the Little Milk Dog leading the way, no blind-eyed ferocious beasts rushed out to block their path.
Li Dai inwardly marveled once again at Wangcai's ability.
Little did she know, although the Little Milk Dog's bloodline power was strong, it was severely injured after all, and its strength had plummeted. If it truly encountered some high-level Monster Beast, the vast difference in strength would render the bloodline pressure effect negligible, making it extremely dangerous.
However, this pair of human and beast—one had no idea of the severity of the situation, while the other knew and didn't care.
The Little Milk Dog had been protected too well in the past. Aside from the time it was plotted against, it had never encountered any major crises, so its temperament was particularly wild. It did whatever it wanted, acting entirely on whim.
It was also fortunate for Li Dai that this forest, named Bailian Forest, was a closed area enveloped by a barrier. Managed by the five major families of Zhang, Li, Feng, Wang, and Qian, it was opened once a year as a trial ground for newly initiated disciples. There were no high-level Monster Beasts here, only some first- and second-tier Monster Beasts.
Ninety percent of them were ordinary beasts that had not yet developed spiritual intelligence.
Therefore, the Little Milk Dog's bloodline pressure was very effective.
This was a case of "when the tiger is away, the monkey is king."
The Little Milk Dog led Li Dai to a broken precipice at the edge of Bailian Forest, arched its back, and bared its teeth downward.
"Wuwuwu..." Bad guy, you bullied me! I brought my own Dai-dai to deal with you!
After following Li Dai, hearing her constantly say things like "my Wangcai, my Wangcai" and so on, the Little Milk Dog had also learned this way of speaking and felt an immense sense of pride.
"Are there good things down there?" Li Dai saw her Wangcai jumping around so joyfully (*Master, that was clearly my anger and excitement at getting revenge!*), and thinking she could pick up another big bargain (since she had picked up too many rabbits and wild pheasants), she paid no attention to what the Little Milk Dog was trying to express and slid down the somewhat steep slope.
"Wuwuwu... Yingyingying... Wait for me!"
The Little Milk Dog felt aggrieved. How could she leave it behind all alone?
Hearing Wangcai's cries, Li Dai looked up through their telepathic connection and saw the little fellow looking at her pitifully. *Sigh*, she had zero resistance to it looking at her like that.
What was the meaning of this abandoned expression? "You wait for me up here. I'll get the prey up, and we'll roast it for lunch!"
The Little Milk Dog's eyes widened in horror. Dai-dai was so cruel!
It only wanted to bleed that bad guy dry, and Dai-dai wanted to roast him and eat him?!
*Oh oh oh—yingyingying—*
The Little Milk Dog shuddered.
It didn't like eating human meat.
Looking at the Little Milk Dog's terrified expression in confusion, Li Dai didn't think much of it, offered it a reassuring smile, and continued downward.
When Yanyan woke up and heard that someone wanted to roast him, he sneered in his heart.
Even when afflicted by his recurring illness and plotted against by others, with his meridians completely shattered, he was not someone a mere ant could humiliate.
Even the Great Demon King wouldn't dare claim he wanted to roast him; where on earth had this reckless fool popped up from to dare offend him like this? It was simply courting death! A wicked smile curved across Yanyan's peerlessly handsome face, and his pitch-black, pool-like eyes flashed with a trace of crimson, so swiftly that it was hard to catch.
When Li Dai reached the bottom of the cliff, she found no prey whatsoever, but instead saw a man draped in dark red, gold-bordered dragon-patterned robes.
He was lying face down, presenting only his back. Yet merely from his back, Li Dai felt an unusual aura radiating from him.
Even though his back appeared soaked through with blood, dyeing the surrounding black earth red.
Li Dai knew she should leave quickly. Such a secluded place, such a strange person, and so much blood.
*Ugh...*
For the first time since her transmigration, she threw up.
There was no other reason—it was purely a physiological reflex of her body.
Her face turned pale after vomiting.
She clenched her fists, feeling an intense repulsion toward the scene. If it were her past life, she would have bolted at full speed.
Yet the moment the thought of running away arose, she forced it down.
She vaguely knew that having chosen the path of cultivation, blood and slaughter were the most ordinary of occurrences.
If she backed down today, what future could she speak of regarding immortal cultivation?
They said the more unaccustomed one was to something, the less one could afford to escape it. She feared dead bodies, blood, pain, and slaughter...
Yet she had to overcome these things.
Determination burst forth in Li Dai's eyes as she walked step by step toward the bloody man.
She knew doing this was extremely dangerous; the person lying there might be a ruthless murderer, in which case she would lose her life.
However, since she had encountered him, she had to conquer her inner fear. There was no reason to shrink back.
Looking around, Li Dai picked up a piece of wood to guard against any sudden attack by the man.
Harm to others you must not intend, guard against others you must maintain.
Hearing her footsteps, Yanyan abruptly raised his head.
In an instant, Li Dai was stunned—this man was simply too, too, too good-looking! His facial features were exquisite to the extreme, his sword-like brows slender, his eyes as deep as an abyssal pool, his bridge of the nose high and straight, and his thin lips carrying a trace of pallor. The whole person exuded a majestic and elegant grace.
His temperament carried a hint of wickedness, resembling a top-grade poppy flower that easily addicted people and made it impossible to look away.
"Get lost!" The man's hoarse, deep roar snapped Li Dai out of her daze and brought her back to reality.
*Damn it, my fiery temper—*
Such a rude man; what a waste of such a fine appearance.
This sister just took a look, and it's not like a piece of meat was shaved off. Did he have to act like a shy bride who had suffered a great humiliation?
Li Dai muttered inwardly, and unceremoniously poked his face with the stick.
"Get lost is something I won't do. Why don't you teach me?"
Since this man could only roar verbally, it seemed he was injured too severely to even get up. In that case, she didn't need to be polite either.
Regardless of who he was, she would bully him first.
Ever since escaping the Li Estate and living like a savage, though she looked fine on the surface, she had a bellyful of pent-up anger with nowhere to vent.