The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Chapter 27: Foundation Establishment

The big tiger stood in front of the bed and bared his teeth silently at the approaching Mo Tianliao. This shidi was too daring! He wanted to sexually harass Master! Did he want to die?!

Mo Tianliao came to his senses with a start and retracted his outstretched hand. He quietly looked at the beauty on the bed, his hand slowly clenched into a fist inside his sleeve, veins gradually bulging. Then he opened his hand as if nothing had happened, turned and left, dragging the big tiger out with him.

The soul Condensing Sansang enveloped the soul, during which time the damaged soul was hard to control. This could cause several days of sleep.

Recalling the jade slips about heaven grade spiritual fruit, Mo Tianliao looked down. Difficult to control?

During the days when Master was "in seclusion", Mo Tianliao did not disturb him any more, he concentrated on practicing in the rear mountains.

He cut down some fragrant fruit trees, bent and perforated them with his wood powers, then used his fire powers to burn the wood from the inside out in order to extract the most flavor. He caught a spiritual mountain goat, slaughtered it, skinned it and roasted it over the fire.

Spiritual mountain goats spent their time jumping all over the mountains and only ate spiritual grass. Their meat was delicious and they didn't have a foul smell. The tender meat was covered with a layer of fat, which roasted and melted in the fire, dripping. The wood crackled merrily.

Mo Tianliao slowly brushed a layer of sauce over the meat while looking at the white goat horn in his hand. He pulled out a small carving knife and slowly carved out a beautiful face, its features picturesque, thin lips gently pursed, with a pair of narrowed eyes. The carving knife paused at an eyelid, he didn't know whether the cold, not yet carved eyes would be black as ink or light as Liuli crystal.

"Oh, shidi. Barbecue, yay!" A warm voice sounded from behind, pulling Mo Tianliao back from his fugue.

Meng Hu had been practicing not far away. The smell of roasted meat had distracted him again and again. It had been really impossible for him to train so he had to come and look for whatever it was that was triggering his internal demons. He found his little shidi sitting by the fire and staring blankly.

"Da-shixiong," Mo Tianliao put away the horn and raised his head up to greet him.

"Nice workmanship," said Meng Hu. He came over and sat down next to Mo Tianliao on the stone, watching the dripping roasting meat. "It seems that you have been earnestly practicing Master's techniques."

"Da-shixiong also practiced this?" Mo Tianliao turned to look at him, remembering that his shizhi had said that da-shixiong had also learned to cut down and burn trees when he started.

Meng Hu gave a dry cough. "I have a pure fire root. When Master asked me to burn things for practice, I thought that since I was already making a fire, I might as well cook something to eat..."

The more he said, the lower his voice became. When he had been cooking food in the rear mountains every day, Master had come to find him and he was forced to send portions of food to Master daily. He said it was in order to test his progress. He guessed that Master had found it a good cultivation method and decided to just directly order shidi to use barbecue to cultivate.

Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows, although Meng Hu did not say it, he had guessed the whole situation. He shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, took out a knife, and put a few roasted meat slices on some leaves.

"Oh, shidi, don't be so polite. I'm not Master, so you don't need to do that." Meng Hu looked at the delicate pieces of meat and felt they were not even enough to fill the gap between his teeth.