bookrandom Chapter 392 I'm a dignified SS-rank, and you expect me to do a backflip?
Chapter 392 I'm a dignified SS-rank, and you expect me to do a backflip?
The rest of the journey was unexpectedly peaceful.
The presence of the gold ingot acts like an invisible shield, keeping out all threats from outside the wall.
Turning the last corner, the open space at the main entrance of the Silent Realm Temple came into view.
By the door, Xia Ning was still sitting at the small square table that had been temporarily set up.
Two black-clad stewards stood on either side of her. The teacups in front of the three of them had been refilled several times, and the color of the tea had changed from dark brown to light gold.
The left steward was holding a teacup and speaking in a low voice.
Xia Ning listened with her head slightly turned, her expression indifferent, but the slight upturn of her eyebrows betrayed that she was in a fairly good mood at the moment.
The right deacon was the first to notice the approaching figure. She paused, put down her teacup, and gently nudged the left deacon's elbow.
"I'm back."
The Left Deacon looked up, his smile deepening: "Oh, it's that Chosen One from the Dragon Kingdom."
Upon hearing this, Xia Ning paused slightly with her fingers holding the teacup, and her gaze involuntarily followed the eyes of the two stewards.
Then--
Her gaze fell on the fluffy orange figure on Lin Feng's shoulder.
"..."
Xia Ning's fingers froze, and the teacup almost slipped from her grasp.
Her pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints in an instant, and her breath caught in her throat for a second.
That's... an SS-rank existence.
A novice cultivator had an SS-rank beast perched on his shoulder...
The two black-clad butlers also sensed the suffocating pressure at almost the same time.
The left steward's smile froze on her face, and the teacup in her hand cracked with a "click" as her unconsciously tightening fingers created a tiny crack.
The right deacon instinctively stood up, leaning slightly forward, as if to confirm that he hadn't misread it.
"SS..." The Left Deacon's voice was dry, like sandpaper scraping. "My lord, that cat... is it SS-rank?"
Xia Ning didn't answer; she had already stood up.
She moved so fast that she didn't even realize it herself. Her knee hit the edge of the table, the teacup wobbled, and a few drops of tea splashed onto the back of her hand, but she didn't notice.
Her gaze was fixed on the orange cat, and a thought flashed through her mind, causing Xia Ning's expression to change drastically.
She rushed to Lin Feng, her eyes warily fixed on the gold ingot on his shoulder, her voice extremely low:
"Lin Feng, have you been kidnapped?"
Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.
"No," he shook his head, raised his hand, and, under Xia Ning's suddenly constricted pupils, generously patted Yuanbao's head.
"Its name is Yuanbao, and it's my good friend."
"Good...good friends?"
Xia Ning's voice trembled slightly as she watched incredulously as Lin Feng's hands rubbed Yuanbao's head.
The SS-rank orange cat not only showed no intention of attacking, but instead narrowed its eyes slightly and emitted a low purr with obvious pleasure.
The scene was so absurd that Xia Ning thought she might be hallucinating.
Two black-clad stewards also approached, standing on either side of Xia Ning behind her, their four eyes wide open.
The left deacon's lips parted slightly, silently mouthing, "He... he really is touching an SS-rank..."
The right deacon nodded mechanically, his expression as if he had witnessed something utterly shocking.
Seeing that Xia Ning still looked tense, Lin Feng took another half step forward:
"How about... you pet it? It's very well-behaved, and it can even do backflips."
The words "backflip" made Xia Ning's whole body tremble.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but found that her throat felt like it was blocked by something.
SS-class...backflip...
The absurdity of putting these two words together is roughly equivalent to saying "make the gods empty your chamber pot."
Yuanbao's previously squinted eyes suddenly snapped open, its amber vertical pupils glaring at Lin Feng, and its tail lashed out at the back of his head with a "smack".
At the same time, Yuanbao's voice, filled with obvious dissatisfaction and disgust, rang in Lin Feng's mind:
"You brat, what do you take me for? A backflip? Am I from the circus?!"
Lin Feng responded telepathically, his tone carrying a hint of ingratiating smile:
"Brother Yuanbao, please help me out, just this once."
"No way." Yuanbao's tail twitched again. "Me, a dignified SS-rank, doing a backflip? How am I supposed to survive in the Ghost Realm if word gets out?"
Lin Feng smiled inwardly: "She is actually my wife. She was pulled into this instance as an NPC and her memories of me were erased. I have to make her remember slowly."
Yuanbao froze, his amber eyes widening instantly:
"You're something else! Two-timing me? All I knew was that Su Wan had another wife?!"
Lin Feng sighed helplessly in his mind:
"There's nothing we can do; when fate brings us together, there's no stopping it."
"Please, just flip one page, help me improve my image in her eyes."
Yuanbao's tail stopped, and it remained silent for two seconds.
"Alright."
It reluctantly agreed, then added:
"But this is the only time. If you try to fool me again, I'll pull your hair out."
Lin Feng nodded, suppressing a laugh.
And so, under the dumbfounded gazes of Xia Ning and the two black-clad butlers—
The orange cat slowly stood up on Lin Feng's shoulder.
It first stepped on Lin Feng's shoulder, as if to confirm that its foothold was stable, and then—
With a powerful push from its hind legs, its body traced a smooth arc in the air, its bushy tail unfurling like an orange ribbon in the wind.
A perfect backflip.
The four paws landed steadily on Lin Feng's shoulders, and even adjusted their posture, gracefully wrapping their tails around Lin Feng's neck to maintain balance.
The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful, carrying a lazy, nonchalant ease.
Xia Ning: "..."
Left Deacon: "…………"
Right Deacon: "………………"
A deathly silence fell over the scene for five seconds.
Xia Ning's brain seemed to have been paused, all her thoughts frozen on the moment the orange cat leaped up.
An SS-rank terrifying being, could only do a backflip in front of her?!
This information kept crashing and exploding in her mind, leaving her completely blank.
The left deacon's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.
The right deacon fared slightly better; at least she could close her mouth—but after closing it, it opened again:
"It...it..." the right deacon stammered, his voice trembling, "It really...did a backflip..."
"SS-rank..." the Left Butler mechanically repeated, "backflip..."
Xia Ning took a deep breath, then another, and then yet another—
Then she realized that no matter how many deep breaths she took, she couldn't process the utterly absurd scene before her.
Then, an extremely subtle thought emerged from the depths of her mind:
so cute.
The moment this thought popped into her head, Xia Ning was startled.
This is a terrifying SS-class existence! What am I thinking?!
but--
That orange cat is so fat and round! Its fluffy fur looks like a ball of cotton soaked in sunlight, and its amber eyes are round and bright.
Even that reluctant, grumpy face had an inexplicable...cuteness.