Chapter 550: Enemies Meet Again (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Which one do you prefer?
Qi Shan slightly turned her head to look at Su Shang.
Meow~~~
Su Shang obediently perched on his shoulder.
The former Fugu City Cat Tyrant, now Ruyao Cat Tyrant, is extremely docile in the face of her benefactors, even her voice is soft.
The long, thick, and soft tail drooped against its owner's back, occasionally sweeping lightly from side to side. Cats don't shed much at this time of year, and Qi Shan was wearing clothes that closely matched Su Shang's fur, so the loose fur wasn't noticeable.
Qi Shan: "Shopkeeper, each of these weighs eight ounces."
The dried fish at this shop is pretty good.
After visiting this store, I'm going to another one.
Buy a live chicken or a live rabbit.
The weather was still cold, making it harder to catch mice than usual. As their owner, I naturally had to make sure my feline overlord had enough food and occasionally give them a change of pace. My cat, Su Shang, loved all sorts of animal offal, such as chicken, duck, cow, sheep, and rabbit, and sometimes even wanted to crack an egg.
The fur that grows from it is the smoothest and thickest in the Ruyao cat group, glossy and smooth, making you want to touch it.
Su Shang raised its paw and patted its owner on the shoulder.
Qi Shan skillfully took out the dried fish.
"Eat less, there will be more when we get back. If you eat too much now, you'll only be able to watch your daughter eat when we get back." When moving from Fugu City, Qi Shan took Su Shang and Su Shang's two youngest kittens with him, leaving the rest in the Fugu government office. He figured the officials there would treat Su Shang's descendants well. He added, "Tsk, I'll have to use willow branches to wipe your teeth later, they smell awful."
How could a layman understand these things?
It perched firmly on Qi Shan's shoulder, pressed the dried fish down with its front paws, tore it apart, and swallowed it. It finished it in no time. Satisfied, it licked its paws, then rubbed its face back and forth with them. Finally, it squinted contentedly and let out a big yawn.
The merchant complimented, "The registrar has taken excellent care of this cat."
Qi Shan smiled as if he were the one being praised, but still said modestly, "It would be good if he wasn't so naughty."
The first thing Su Shang did upon arriving in Ruyao was to provoke the local cats everywhere. She was constantly covered in injuries for days, which distressed Qi Shan greatly. The thought that Su Shang would soon go into heat and become a mother again filled him with melancholy.
Is there no way to solve this once and for all?
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the vendors, Qi Shan was about to leave.
Suddenly, my shoulder felt light.
Because Su Shang is active and dislikes stillness, it would run off to play around after eating its fill by his side, so Qi Shan wasn't surprised that it couldn't sit still. But this time was different—there was a very faint fluctuation of literary energy in the air! And it felt vaguely familiar!
Most importantly—
Su Shang didn't jump off his shoulder!
Its weight suddenly disappeared!
In a flash, Qi Shan's calm gaze vanished, replaced by a fierce glint in his eyes—who dared to mess with his Su Shang!
The sound of Su Shang meowing came from not far away.
Qi Shan turned her head to look at the sound.
There were three people standing in front of a restaurant.
Two familiar faces, one unfamiliar face.
All my attention was drawn to the tallest of the three, the red-robed scholar, or more precisely, to the cat in the red-robed scholar's hand!
"Sir, what are you doing?"
The young girl had been watching with great interest, and the other person's gentle and patient demeanor was completely different from their usual image. She only knew that Qi, the registrar, loved cats dearly and raised the cat named Su Shang as his own daughter, but she didn't know how he was when he was with the cat.
The contrast between before and after is truly a unique sight in Ruyao.
Just as she was about to step forward to pay her respects, her vision blurred and Su Shang was transferred from Qi Zhubu’s shoulder to the red-robed scholar’s arms!
That's not even the most outrageous part.
The young scholar laughed and said, "What? Can't you tell?"
juvenile:"???"
The young scholar beside her held the cat in his left hand and a small dagger in his right, pressing it lightly against Su Shang's neck, striking a standard hostage-taking pose. Su Shang was still dazed, her two front paws clinging to the red-robed scholar's arm, her expression full of confusion.
The boy's expression was also confused.
Zhao's young lady glanced at Qi Shan, who was rolling up her sleeves and had a frosty expression, and then at her companion who was smugly holding a cat hostage.
He murmured, "You two...are you enemies or friends?"
They call themselves friends, but they came up and tried to steal someone else's cat.
If they're enemies, why would someone steal another person's cat?
Before the young man and the young lady of the Zhao family could sort things out, Qi Shan, with his hand on the sword at his waist, strode forward and shouted sternly, "Return Su Shang immediately! Otherwise, I'll make sure your blood is spilled on the spot!"
The young scholar, emboldened by his position, used Su Shang to pressure Qi Shan: "I should be the one saying this to you! Qi Yuanliang, if you don't want this cat to bleed on the spot, you'd better pay back every penny you owe! Otherwise, try and see if you can ever see this cat again!"
Qi Shan pressed the sword, which he had just drawn a few inches from, back into place.
His expression seemed to be a mixture of anger and helplessness.
Passersby, seeing the commotion, cast surprised and curious glances at Qi Shan, who was being watched, and took a few deep breaths.
"Don't scare Su Shang!"
The young scholar retorted, "Does it look frightened?"
Not only does it not resemble a human, but its tail is also happily sweeping left and right.
Qi Shan: "..."
We can't keep this girl!
In his lord's words, his head was buzzing.
He was somewhat surprised by the appearance of the young scholar, but also felt it was reasonable—ever since he had met Qin Li, Jiang Sheng, and Xun Zhen, he had a vague premonition that those who had clashed with him would appear sooner or later.
However—if you were to ask him which of his enemies he least wanted to see, this person in front of him would definitely be in the top three!
Why?
Because it's quite complicated.
If it were any other enemy, Qi Shan could say it was a difference of stance, and the outcome depended on their respective methods. An enemy's defeat was simply due to their inferior skills; instead of blaming him, they should focus on their cultivation. But this person was different. Upon closer examination, Qi Shan owed this person a mountain of debt.
"This isn't the place to talk... Let's resolve any conflicts privately, what do you say?"
Young scholars know when to stop.
He didn't come just to grab the cat to threaten Qi Shan, so he returned Su Shang to the other party and put away the dagger.
The restaurant behind has private rooms.
The young lady and the boy from the Zhao family looked at each other in bewilderment.
But unable to suppress their curiosity, they followed along.
As soon as he sat down, the young scholar poured himself a cup of tea, ordered a table full of dishes—all the restaurant's most expensive signature dishes—and specifically asked Qi Shan to pay the bill. The waiter glanced at Qi Shan, who nodded with a sour face.
"Just put it in my account."
Only after the waiter left did the young scholar speak.
How have you been these past few years?
Qi Shan stroked Su Shang's fur, feeling the comfortable purring sound under her palm, and said with a gentle expression, "It's good."
The young scholar seemed to be deep in thought.
"You seem quite satisfied with your current lord." Given Qi Shan's formidable record of killing seven lords in eight years, it's hard to imagine anyone could withstand him for even two years...
Judging from the current situation, it won't be cured anytime soon.
Qi Shan: "Yes, she's the one."
There won't be another one.
The young man understood the implication in his words and scoffed, clearly not believing him. Qi Shan didn't offer any further explanation, but simply asked him with some curiosity, "How did you find this place?"
Judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to be just passing by.
The young scholar recounted the process in detail.
He couldn't resist teasing him: "I heard that Lord Shen's forces are desperately short of manpower, so you must have sent out more than just this one letter. In the end—your friend dislikes your scholarly ways and didn't come, but your enemy went to great lengths to come. What are your thoughts on this?"
Qi Shan said helplessly, "Hate lasts longer than love."
Those who are willing to travel thousands of miles for him are his enemies.
He didn't know what to say.
Upon hearing this, the young scholar laughed so hard he slapped his knees.
"What do you call this? Qi Yuanliang, this is retribution!"
Qi Shan couldn't refute it, so she changed the subject: "...You came all this way just to laugh at this to my face?"
The young scholar reached out his hand to him.
"And there are debt collectors."
Qi Shan shamelessly said, "Look at me now, I'm still all alone, how much money could I possibly have?"
The young scholar looked incredulous: "You've followed Lord Shen and haven't even risen to a trusted position? And you're living such a poor life?"
Qi Shan: "..."
Could he say that his impoverished lifestyle was precisely because he had risen to a trusted position? Young Master Shen certainly wouldn't skimp on his subordinates' food, clothing, or daily necessities, but to say he was extravagant or wasteful was a complete fabrication. Qi Shan also didn't care about material possessions.
As long as a bachelor doesn't starve, that's fine.
The young lady of the Zhao family couldn't understand this situation.
The young man hesitated to ask, but she didn't have that concern. She whispered to the young scholar, "Sir, you've come all this way just to collect a debt from this person? Just how much does he owe you?"
Upon hearing this question, both the young scholar and Qi Shan turned somber, and the atmosphere was no longer as "relaxed and pleasant" as before.
The young scholar said, "They owe me a country!"
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Added some numbers, goodnight.
(End of this chapter)
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