The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 345 Extra “Fighting for Favor (3)”

Chu Wanning's eyes widened in alarm. "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"Ah?" Startled, Mo Ran looked down and saw his bare upper body. He touched himself, unsure how to explain. "Uh..."

Watching his guilty reaction, Chu Wanning began to understand. He spoke sternly, "Mo Ran."

Mo Ran raised his hand. "Present!"

"...The puppy is still young. It might become a demon one day. Didn't I tell you to set a good example and not corrupt it?"

"Yes, yes."

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Then what are you doing now?"

"..."

"Well... that's true," Mo Ran muttered inwardly. Could this fat dog really become intelligent? Reciting Buddhist scriptures in its ear every day probably wouldn't make a difference. Besides, what could a dog understand? Even if he slept beside Chu Wanning every day in front of the puppy, it likely wouldn't grasp any profound truths about dog life.

But unable to refute his master's words, Mo Ran could only say tactfully, "Wanning, listen to my explanation. It's not what you think. I didn't plan on doing anything secretly..."

Unbeknownst to them, the mischievous dog suddenly interrupted, lifting its head to yap incessantly in Mo Ran's embrace.

Chu Wanning pinched his forehead, gritting his teeth. "Let it go."

"Okay, okay." Mo Ran released the dog. "Actually, I—"

"What are you doing naked? Put some clothes on before you explain!"

Mo Ran froze.

Noticing his unusual expression, Chu Wanning scanned their surroundings and was surprised to find that Mo Ran's shirt had vanished entirely, not just been removed. "Where did your clothes go?"

In the awkward atmosphere, the dog with yellow and white fur turned its head and began to gaze at Mo Ran with that despicable smirk. Its expression seemed to be mocking: Haha, gotcha!

Now, how will you explain this?

Mo Ran rubbed his nose, his Adam's apple bobbing as he stammered, "W-Wanning, if... If I said my clothes transformed into a sea of flowers, would you... believe me?"

Chu Wanning: "............"

From the small cottage on Southern Screen Mountain came Grandmaster Chu's exasperated reprimand: "Mo Weiyu, do you really think your master has gone senile from being away from the mountains for too long?!"

"No, no, no! You didn't, didn't lie! Master is the smartest, how could he lie?!!"

"Speak properly! What have you learned from your inability to differentiate between flat and rising tones, and your stammering?!"

.

Mo Ran was genuinely angry at Dog Head, truly.

He felt that this dog had thoughts it shouldn't as a dog, especially when it looked at him with its slanted gaze, seemingly challenging him.

Sigh, it hadn't been like this when they found it in the hay pile.

Now, though, this five-month-old dog was adored by Chu Wanning, who forbade Mo Ran from doing anything immoral or corruptive to the young mind in the last month before it reached adulthood.

Mo Ran asked himself honestly, believing he had done well enough under the guise of Grandmaster Mo. For over half a month, he had endured everything the dog did. Even as Heaven-Stepping Lord, he had restrained himself significantly. At least after Chu Wanning sternly scolded him following a loss of control, he hadn't acted recklessly again nor secretly taken Dog Head to the kitchen to make dog meat soup.

But now it seemed he had made a terrible choice.

—He should have put an end to this despicable Dog Head right from the start!

Despite his frustration, Chu Wanning's birthday gift couldn't be neglected. Thus, the next morning, Mo Ran decided to quickly gather some items to place in the Wish-Fulfilling Box.

"Fresh fish, glutinous rice, a jar of sugar... Bamboo whistle, paper butterfly, silk handkerchief..."

While Chu Wanning was out picking fruits deep in the Southern Screen Mountains, Mo Ran scoured their home for every scrap of food and piece of fabric. Anything usable was stashed away in his Qiankun Pouch.

Doghead watched him with horror, unsure if this was its owner or an impostor thief. If it could speak at that moment, it would have surely yelled, "Not my brother, why are you even stealing my dog bowl?!"

Ah! Wait! The dog bowl!

How could he snatch its bowl?

Doghead suddenly snapped back to reality and lunged forward, baring its teeth as it clamped down on the edge of its food bowl. It engaged in a class struggle with the shameless Mo Skinflint.

Don't take my bowl! Woof woof woof!

Mo Ran didn't let go either. He was joking if he thought he'd give up such a bowl, crafted from Kunlun Jade Glaze. Food inside remained fresh for three days as if just cooked. Before meeting Doghead, Mo Ran had planned on raising a cat – a soft, white feline that was quiet and well-behaved. Cats typically had small appetites, and since he and Chu Wanning occasionally traveled by sword for two or three days, he wanted the cat to have fresh food. That was why he had asked Mei Hanxue to find such a bowl.

Unexpectedly, before the cat could be adopted, all the benefits went to this silly dog.

Would this lustrous bowl, with its ability to preserve the freshness of food, be of any use to a dog's palate? If you pour the food in, forget about three days – not even three blinks later, it'd be licked clean!

"Let go, this was originally my bowl!"

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"I only lent it to you! Now it's time to take it back!"

"Bark bark bark!" You're talking nonsense!

"Let go!"

"Bark!" Not letting go!

"Let go!"

"Bark!" Scram!

As the man and dog were engaged in a tug-of-war, the courtyard gate creaked open.

With a basket of sweet and tender fruits in his arms, Chu Wanning stood at the entrance, towering over Mo Ran who was kneeling in the courtyard and competing with the dog for a bowl. "…" After an extended silence, Chu Wanning placed the bamboo basket on the stone table in the yard, picked out a fruit, hesitated, then grabbed a few more. The immortal in white lowered his gaze and spoke to Mo Ran with a solemn tone, "Stay here, I'll go wash two oranges for you." As Mo Ran watched him turn to enter the kitchen, he heard Chu Wanning sigh and mutter to himself, "Ah... Could it be that the porridge I cooked for him this morning was too unappetizing... Why would he be so hungry as to compete with the dog for food?" Mo Ran: "????" "Master! Wait! It's not what you think—Ouch!" While he was hastily trying to explain, Dog Head bit his hand, causing Mo Ran to scream and abruptly let go. The yellow and white mongrel snatched its jade bowl and dashed out of the courtyard, disappearing in a cloud of dust. Clenching his teeth and covering his hand, Mo Ran cursed, "This stupid dog..." After a chaotic day with chasing chickens and dogs, after lunch, Mo Ran put down his chopsticks and made up an excuse about needing to buy some medicine in nearby Linan City. He then left the house with the Wishing Box in his pocket. As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, he quickly found a secluded spot, recited the incantation "Sending gold is truly foolish," and entered the box once again.

Gao Batian was basking in the sun by the flower field from the previous day when he saw Mo Ran. It grunted, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon—here you are?"

"Long have you waited."

Gao Batian waved his hand dismissively, but his gaze drifted to Mo Ran's Qiankun Pouch. "What on earth did you bring along?"

Mo Ran was in no rush. He first offered it a freshly picked peach with a smile. "This is for you. Wanning picked it."

Gao Batian's small bean-like eyes suddenly lit up. One of his paws waved about as he turned his head, refusing straightforwardly, "Cannot die, cannot die!" Yet, a tiny paw of his tugged open the pouch tied around his belly.

Mo Ran chuckled. "Why not? It's just a fresh peach."

With that, he stuffed it into Gao Batian's pocket.

Having accepted the peach bribe, Gao Batian coughed a few times, his expression softening. "Oh, you, look at you. You came, so just come. Why be so...so polite about it!"

He coughed again and shifted his bottom on the log, sitting up straight.

"Come on, let me see what else you've brought."

The cunning Grandmaster Mo chuckled and said, "Alright, I'll trouble Mr. Gao to find some better materials."

"No problem at all!"

Mo Ran handed over all the items he had gathered throughout the day into its tiny paws. Gao Batian opened the silk pouch and roughly flipped through its contents before sighing.

Mo Ran's heart tightened. "What's wrong?"

Gao Batian looked up and said, "Young man, you really are quite poor, aren't you?"

Mo Ran lowered his eyelashes, feeling somewhat helpless. "…I didn't know what you wanted. Although there are better things, they're all part of our daily necessities… If you think they're not suitable, then I…" Biqugetv updates fastest! https://www.biqugetv.com/ https://m.biqugetv.com/

"Never mind," Gao Batian interrupted. "I know you're always giving away your wealth to help others. Let's make do for now."

In its heart, it thought: Since you gave me peaches, let's make do for now!

"I won't be able to give you the best, because that's all you can provide me. But our demon clan's artifacts are incredibly magical! Even if they're a little worn, as long as you use your imagination and work hard, you can still achieve very satisfactory results!"

Mo Ran's mood turned from worry to joy. He smiled and said, "Really? Then thank you very much."

Gao Batian waved his hand again and began exchanging each item Mo Ran had brought for the magical tools in the box.

"A fresh fish – I can trade that for this!"

He fished out a pile of soft felt fabric from his pocket.

"What's this?"

"This is a four-way cloth woven with cat fur!"

Mo Ran's eyes widened in surprise as he took the bundle. "Cat fur can be woven into cloth?"

"It's from a Nine-Tailed Great Cat Demon," Gao Batian explained, then pulled another item from his pocket. "A bamboo helicopter can be exchanged for this!"

Mo Ran looked at the unremarkable pile of small wooden sticks. "What are these?"

"Take one, stick it in the ground, and blow on it. It'll turn into excellent wood, not the best but still quite good."

After that, Gao Batian continued to offer Mo Ran a series of peculiar items: giant seashells larger than humans, bells that caused snow to fall when the wind blew, swallows skilled in nest-building, self-laying bricks, and a ball of fire that could understand human speech – and so on.

Among all the items, the most valuable turned out to be a bag of charcoal made by Chu Wanning. Gao Batian was utterly smitten with it, claiming that it was the favorite food of the little rice cakes. Mo Ran found the situation both astonishing and amusing.

He thought to himself, If it weren't for the fact that Wanning doesn't cook every day, I could bring you plenty of charcoal if you wanted it.

Inquiring, he asked, "What can you exchange the charcoal for?"

"Just wait and see," Gao Batian said, crunching on one of the pieces of charcoal while waving his tiny paw.

Soon, Mo Ran observed a shimmering pond of golden lotus blossoms appearing beside the flower field. The water in the pond seemed to be made of molten gold, from which bloomed vibrant snow lotuses.

"The Wishing Pond." Gao Batian smacked his lips in delight, "Whatever fish you desire, just recite it by the riverbank twice, and lotus leaves will float to you, along with fresh lotus roots and tender water chestnuts. It's more than enough to prepare a grand birthday feast... Isn't it amazing?"

Mo Ran gazed at the pond in silence for a moment before turning to Gao Batian and declaring firmly, "Next time, I'll bring you a sack of charcoal!"

"R-Really?!" Gao Batian stammered in excitement, "You're awesome!"

Mo Ran spoke sincerely, "No, you are the one who's truly awesome."

With the ingredients provided by Gao Batian, Mo Ran rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Master's birthday was just two days away, and tomorrow he would be the Heaven-Stepping Lord. He needed to hurry up. If he worked all day today and continued into the following day, by the evening of Master's birthday, after they had enjoyed the longevity noodles, he should be able to lead Master in here for a surprise.

With this thought in mind, he quickly arranged the fabrics, trinkets, and wood from the demon realm, ready to build a transcendent paradise for his Master. It wouldn't be extravagant or disruptive to others. As Mo Ran efficiently moved the wooden beams, he felt a sense of satisfaction:

His efforts would pay off; Master would surely have a happier birthday this year than last!

However, Grandmaster Mo was still too naive.

He himself had no intention of competing for Master's favor, but the Heaven-Stepping Lord was different. That persona could easily become self-destructive – how could he possibly tolerate being overshadowed?

After all, since retreating to South Screen Mountain, the Heaven-Stepping Lord had been contesting with him at every turn.

The two personalities did not share all their memories, only occasionally overlapping. This was a situation that was neither entirely transparent nor completely opaque, like a gauze veil that left one itching for more clarity, making it easier to create misunderstandings.

For example, a few days ago, as the Heaven-Stepping Lord watched Chu Wanning cook porridge, he suddenly said, "This seat remembers you didn't make porridge yesterday."

"Yes," Chu Wanning replied coolly. "So?"

"But this seat doesn't remember what you made instead."

"Heaven-Stepping Lord refused to accept this, his dark purple eyes glaring as he forcefully declared, "This Lord wants buns too!"

"But didn't you say this morning that you wanted porridge?"

"No," Heaven-Stepping Lord insisted unreasonably, "This Lord wants buns as well. You can't just buy them for him and not for This Lord."

"...Why don't you just take your medicine?"

"BUNS!!!"

"There's only porridge."

"I want both porridge and buns!"

Chu Wanning was simply too lazy to argue with him. "Eat if you want, or don't if you don't."

Heaven-Stepping Lord was so angry he nearly fainted. Grabbing Chu Wanning's wrist, he pulled the man over and pressed him against the kitchen counter, lowering his lashes to stare fiercely down at him. "What's your attitude? Why can he have filling, substantial buns while This Lord can only have thin porridge? Tell me, do you think he's better than This Lord?"

"I only feel that the you from yesterday was less ill than the you of today."

Heaven-Stepping Lord fell silent for a moment, as if he wanted to be angry, but in the end, he said mournfully, "Very well... Very good. Chu Wanning, your words from before were indeed lies. What did you mean when you said I've always been alone—this is how you treat the same person? You can't even duplicate a meal for him, how biased can you be?"

Chu Wanning replied speechlessly, "No one eats the same meal every morning. Stop joking around, the porridge will get cold."

Heaven-Stepping Lord huffed, "I'm not eating it!"

"Really not drinking it?"

"Not drinking!"

Chu Wanning nodded. "Alright, then I'll feed it to the dog. It's a shame about the ham inside, it was your favorite last time."

"He..."

This was just how it was with Heaven-Stepping Lord, forever competing with himself for attention and favor.

Grandmaster Mo, on the other hand, who remained indifferent and composed after two lifetimes, could not comprehend such foolish behavior.

At this very moment, the diligent Mo Ran, engrossed in his work, had no inkling of the outrageous actions that his alter ego, Heaven-Stepping Lord, would commit just a few hours later...