The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Little Taotie couldn’t hold back and went "slurp"—she actually drank a whole cup of wine from a distance in one go!

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Little Taotie blinked, then blinked again, and kept on blinking...

She stood where she was, big eyes blinking and blinking. She looked like she was fine, but the little one’s mind was already gone.

Subtitles: You promised me! Just a sniff of the aroma!

Little Taotie kept blinking, blink blink, looking as obedient as could be.

Subtitles: Give me some reaction!

Little Taotie blinked.

Subtitles: Other than blinking, did you lose the ability to talk?

Little Taotie kept on blinking.

Subtitles: Where did that noisy chatterbox go? Keep yapping with your little mouth, yap yap yap!

Little Taotie couldn’t blink anymore. Her eyelids drooped, and her upper lids and lower lids merged together.

Subtitles: Please keep blinking, do not stop!

Little Taotie closed her eyes and stopped moving.

Subtitles: Give me some reaction!

Subtitles: Can you please give me some reaction?

Subtitles: Can you please-please give me some reaction!

Subtitles: Give me some reaction, okay? I’m begging you!

Subtitles: I’m begging you!

Little Taotie turned into a statue, completely motionless, not a hint of response.

Subtitles: ...

The subtitles declared themselves in despair.

The Ninth Elder, with the leg pendant hanging off him, followed behind the Great Elder, passing Flame Mountain, the Undying River, the Nether Valley, and the Ten Thousand Mile Marsh. After a long, long journey, they finally reached Pixiu’s Home.

The Great Elder sighed. "You really put in effort just to steal a bit of wine."

The Ninth Elder rubbed his nose, a bit embarrassed. "I’m very familiar with this route already."

Between the lines: he’d stolen it more than once and knew the way like the back of his paw.

The Great Elder was out of patience. He slanted a glance at him. "After this ordeal, when we get back to the Lion Tribe, you’re quitting drinking."

Like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky!

The Ninth Elder suspected there was something wrong with his ears and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

The Great Elder’s face was cold. "I’ve decided: from top to bottom of the Lion Tribe, drinking is forbidden."

Ninth Elder: "You’re ruthless!"

Pixiu sensed powerful visitors coming. After all, this time the Ninth Elder hadn’t snuck around but followed the Great Elder in with great fanfare. With such a commotion, it would’ve been hard for Pixiu not to notice.

Pixiu shot out of the valley, saw the arrivals were in human form, and caught the strong lion scent on them, so he also transformed into a human.

Pixiu’s aesthetic sense was still solid. Although he wasn’t young, he changed into someone with white hair with a youthful complexion, an immortal-like, ethereal look.

Pixiu stood on a cloud, his Daoist robe snapping in the wind, posing like a worldly expert. He lifted his chin slightly, swept a glance over the Ninth Elder and the Great Elder, and asked, "You’ve come looking for this old man—what business do you have?"

The Great Elder cut his eyes toward the Ninth Elder, signaling that he should clean up his own mess and do the talking himself.

The Ninth Elder rubbed his nose, a bit guilty. "Taoist Qian, three months ago, I passed through here, strayed into a peach grove, smelled an intoxicating fragrance of wine, followed the scent, and dug up a jar of fine liquor—"

"Stop! Don’t feed me this nonsense! So my Peach Blossom Brew was stolen by you!" Pixiu stretched out his hand, palm up. "You lousy Old Ninth, I won’t even ask you to give the brew back. With your drink-yourself-to-death habits, I’m afraid the jar’s already been licked clean, no way to get it back. How about this: you pay up!"

"Of course I’ll compensate you, don’t worry, you won’t be short a single copper coin. I also came this time to ask a favor."

"Cut the crap and just say it! If you want a favor, offer the corresponding price—then we can talk!"

The Ninth Elder pulled a long face and lowered his voice. "We’ve known each other for years; can’t we talk about friendship instead of money? Can we not talk about money? Talking money hurts feelings..."

Pixiu waved a hand, face full of disdain. "If we’re not talking money, then there’s nothing to talk about."

The Ninth Elder’s face crumpled. "You’re heartless!"

Pixiu turned his back on him in disgust. "Don’t cry. That old face of yours is too ugly. It burns my eyes!"

The Ninth Elder finally got to experience what the "gray-furred" big lion had gone through and became one more member of the "eye-burning" club.

The Great Elder kicked the Ninth Elder. "Just talk money and stop blathering!"

The Ninth Elder whined, "Fine, we’ll talk money. Talking money it is, okay?"

Pixiu turned back around, voice all business. "Looking at the little one hanging from your leg, he must’ve accidentally drunk quite a lot of Peach Blossom Brew. I more or less know why you’re here: it’s for that little fellow—you want Hangover Medicine. I have one Hangover Relief Pill here. I’ll give you a discount: three thousand Top-grade Spirit Stones."

"What!" The Ninth Elder shrieked. "You might as well be robbing me!"

The Great Elder frowned. "Old Qian, don’t go too far."

Pixiu saw the Lion Tribe’s Great Elder had spoken, and a flash of heartache crossed his face. He very reluctantly said, "Fine, for your sake, I’ll make it cheaper: two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Top-grade Spirit Stones."

The Great Elder: "..."

The Ninth Elder screeched, "Just one stone cheaper?!"

Pixiu’s face went cold. "The ingredients for this Hangover Relief Pill are expensive and the cost is high. I’m only making a tiny profit off you. If you’re not willing to pay, then leave. It’s not like I’m dying to sell it to you."

"Old Qian, can we do installment payments?"

Pixiu gave the Great Elder a look and frowned. "As the Great Elder of a whole tribe, you can’t even produce two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Top-grade Spirit Stones? Your Lion Tribe is a bit too poor, isn’t it?"

The Great Elder sighed. "You know we’ve got big appetites. A half-grown youngster can eat his old man into poverty."

Pixiu thought of all those big-bodied lions of the Lion Tribe and let out a sigh. "True, they all have huge appetites. That’s a sweet kind of trouble though. If my tribe could be as prosperous in offspring as the Lion Tribe, I’d gladly let my kids eat me poor. Unfortunately, my tribe’s numbers are thinning."

The Ninth Elder’s eyes spun as he tried to con him. "Our tribe is generous and charitable, always doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. That’s why our descendants flourish. I advise you not to be so stingy. When it’s time to do good, you should loosen that grip a little."

Pixiu gave a cold laugh. "You think I can’t see through your little schemes? No way. Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, not one less!"

The Ninth Elder: "Come on, give us a discount. We’ve known each other for so many years! You can’t be this stingy and still call yourself a Pixiu!"

Pixiu: "The number one rule of being a Pixiu is being stingy. We’re not close."

The Ninth Elder: "I really can’t come up with it all at once. Let me pay in installments; I swear I’ll give you every single stone!"

Pixiu: "What, one stone a day and you’ll finish in two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine days? That’s exactly the sort of thing you’d do! I have serious doubts about your integrity. Installments are off the table!"

The Ninth Elder: "I really can’t take it out right now!"

Pixiu: "Then use items as collateral. Your Lion Tribe still has quite a few valuable treasures."

While the two sides were haggling, the leg pendant on the Ninth Elder moved. The Little Beast Bai Bai, who’d been woozy the whole way, lifted his head and piped in with a milky voice, "Spirit Stones! I have lots and lots of them!"

As soon as he finished, the Little Beast started shaking out his fur. Colorful stones fell from his coat, each one gleaming with luster and radiating rich Spiritual Energy.