Feng Baobao (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Poke, poke~

As Indra recognized her identity, Feng Baobao did not stop moving and poked his cheek again.

"Hey~ What are you doing?!" Indra quickly dodged the dead branch in her hand, refusing to give her another chance to poke him.

"..."

"???"

Feng Baobao tilted her head and stared blankly at Indra.

She then reached out, intending to snatch the dead branch back.

Ignoring how close Indra was, she pressed herself directly against him.

Duang~

A rather substantial curve pressed against Indra's face, plunging his vision into darkness and making it hard for him to breathe.

Indra caught a faint scent of fresh grass. He turned his head to free himself and complained, "Why are you fighting over a branch? If you want one, I can give you one."

At that moment, the front of Feng Baobao's qipao had fallen slightly open. Beneath her fair, delicate collarbones, a red dudou concealed the alluring scenery.

She paid it no mind and simply snatched the dead branch back.

With her "divine artifact" in hand, Feng Baobao resumed her great undertaking.

Poke, poke~

Indra, wearing a dead-fish expression, no longer had the strength to resist.

While enduring Feng Baobao's branch pokes, Indra reached out to fasten the buttons of her qipao and straighten her collar.

After finishing all that, Indra stared straight at Feng Baobao and suddenly realized why he had found her.

"You're the Eight Extraordinary Skills, aren't you?!"

"?"

Feng Baobao blinked innocently. After pausing for a moment, she continued poking him.

Seeing her state, Indra understood that communication was impossible.

"My request was [Obtain the Eight Extraordinary Skills], but Feng Baobao was sent to me instead. It seems your birth is deeply connected to the Eight Extraordinary Skills."

When Zheng Zibu had taught him, it was not as though Indra had never asked about Wugen Sheng.

Wugen Sheng's real name was Feng Yao. His wife had died young, leaving behind a daughter. It could basically be determined that she was Feng Baobao.

However, whenever he asked about anything more in-depth, Zheng Zibu kept his mouth shut, as though some kind of restriction had been placed on him. He had always refused to reveal the truth.

If Zheng Zibu had not taught him the Heavenly Register, Indra would definitely have given that riddle-speaker a good beating.

Still, from the scattered details, Indra could infer that something had likely happened to Wugen Sheng's daughter, Feng Baobao, during those years. Either she had fallen gravely ill, or she had died.

Then, through the Eight Extraordinary Skills, Feng Baobao had "come back to life."

But something must have gone wrong during that process of "coming back to life," causing Feng Baobao to become what she was now.

"I asked for the Eight Extraordinary Skills, yet you gave me Feng Baobao instead. Is that really right?"

Indra looked up at the sky and indignantly demanded an answer.

Unfortunately, judging by the result, the request had indeed been fulfilled—just not in the way Indra had envisioned.

Indra reached out and pinched Feng Baobao's smooth cheek, threatening her with feigned ferocity, "Stop poking me. It tickles!"

"?"

Feng Baobao tilted her head, put down the dead branch in her hand, and reached out to pinch Indra's cheek with her fingers.

Seeing her imitate him, Indra was nearly angered into laughter.

The two simply stared at each other, locked in a stalemate.

After a moment, Indra chose to give up.

If he really kept this up with Feng Baobao, she could play with him for hundreds of years without stopping.

"I said stop, stop~ I'm not fighting anymore."

Indra released his hand in surrender, and Feng Baobao copied him by releasing hers as well.

Watching this little imitator, Indra smiled and pinched her nose.

Rubbing the tip of her own nose, Feng Baobao immediately retaliated.

After fooling around for a while longer, Indra did not continue playing. Instead, he used the Heavenly Register to make another request.

"Anyway, I'm immortal. You thieving heavens, I can keep this up with you all day!"

"I wish to obtain one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills: [Spirit Binding and General Dispatch]."

The instant Indra made his request, the ominous premonition from before did not strike. Instead, a fly buzzed back and forth in front of his eyes.

Feng Baobao stared fixedly at the fly and raised her hand to swat it.

"Not very sporting of you—trying to ambush me."

Indra reacted swiftly, grabbing Feng Baobao's slender, pale wrist.

Feng Baobao, who had been hunched over the whole time, offered no resistance. Her body smoothly flopped onto him.

Looking at Feng Baobao, who had ended up in his arms through a bizarre twist of fate, Indra fell silent.

"Wait... why did it turn into acquiring you again?"

"Then I wish to completely obtain one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills—[Six Treasury Immortal Thieves]!"

Still unwilling to give up, Indra once again used up more than half the chakra in his body to make his wish.

The next second, Feng Baobao seemed to sense something. Her vacant eyes stared straight at Indra.

Like a puppy, she leaned her face close and sniffed his scent.

Apparently finding it uncomfortable to lie sprawled across his arms, Feng Baobao sat up, her hands hanging naturally at her sides as she stared at Indra face-to-face.

What a terrible position!

At such close range, Indra could even hear Feng Baobao's breathing with perfect clarity.

After two attempts, Indra resigned himself to it.

As long as a wish had anything to do with the Eight Extraordinary Skills, it would somehow circle back to Feng Baobao, as if he were doomed to never escape her in this lifetime.

"Boss, there's a man and a woman here."

"They look like they're from some wealthy family in the city!"

At that moment, several bandits emerged and spotted Indra holding Feng Baobao as he sat deep in thought.

"Well, well, kid. You came all the way up the mountainside to play Lotus Position with Guanyin!"

"I bet they eloped. They must be carrying plenty of money."

"Kill the man. Keep the woman so the brothers can have some fun."

The bandit leader carried a crude rifle over his shoulder, while the others held machetes, all of them advancing with vicious grins.

Indra tried to stand, but Feng Baobao instinctively tightened her legs around him and wrapped her arms around him, clinging to his body like an octopus.

Indra sighed. There was no need to wonder—this was definitely the Heavenly Register's doing.

He turned his head, golden light flickering in his eyes as he prepared to deal with the bandits using the Pig Talisman's power.

Noticing Indra's glowing eyes, Feng Baobao tilted her head as well and leaned closer to inspect them.

Indra turned toward the other side, but Feng Baobao immediately tilted over too, blocking his view and moving even closer.

Their noses touched, and her soft, warm lips lightly brushed against his.

This sweetly intimate scene only made Indra laugh in anger.

"Fuck, you can pull this too? You and those bandits are totally in this together!"

If it were anyone else, they would have fallen for this chain of moves by now.

But not him.

"Blade, out!"

With a flicker of Indra's will, the chakra shortsword on his back instantly flew from its sheath.

Whoosh!!!

The shortsword flashed past, carving a white arc through the air.

The bandits, dazzled by the flash of the blade, had yet to realize what had happened.

Not until one underling pointed at the bandit leader and screamed in terror, "Boss, your neck..."

A thin line of blood became increasingly visible across the bandit leader's neck, before blood began spraying out.

The bandit leader pointed at the underling as well, his face full of terror. They could not help taking a step back.

Thud!

As they stepped back, the heads that had been hanging from their necks rolled neatly onto the ground.

The flying shortsword returned to its sheath, its silver-white blade unstained by even a trace of blood.