Chapter 6

Song Qinglan’s face was very unpleasant as she left with the Phoenix. I’m sure she was going to find some spirit herbs to feed it, hoping it would transform soon. I took the little black pig back to my cave to continue my cultivation. As soon as the contract was formed, I felt a hunger coming from deep inside my heart. I knew it was coming from the little black pig. But it had just eaten an immortal herb, and its spiritual energy hadn’t been fully digested yet. It should have felt completely full. Just as I was thinking that, another pain—one that felt like my body was about to explode—spread from deep inside me. These two extreme sensations were pulling at each other, one rising as the other diminished. I looked at the little black pig. It was still lying lazily to the side, not moving, as if this heart-wrenching pain wasn’t coming from it. This wasn’t an ordinary spirit beast. What exactly was it? I didn’t want to repeat the mistakes I made with the Phoenix, but no matter what, during the previous invasion of the Demon Clan, the little black pig had stood with us. After thinking for a while, I placed the little black pig into the spirit pool. It had some old injuries that were made more pronounced by its round body. I even worried that its skin might tear open from the strain. Seeing that it was in good spirits, even moving its short limbs around, I finally relaxed and prepared to apply medicine to it. But in the brief moment I spent preparing the medicine, when I turned back, all I saw was a huge pit and the little black pig lying at the bottom of it. The spirit spring had dried up. To be more precise, it was the little black pig that had drained it. Its already round body had grown even bigger. I poked its belly with concern. "Little Black, although I know you’re a pig, aren’t you eating a bit too much? Are you sure your belly won’t burst?" The little black pig, which had been lying flat, suddenly struggled to turn its head toward me, then opened its mouth and— "tui!" An undigested spirit spring water poured down onto me. After forming a contract with a spirit beast, we could communicate mentally, and I could sense its displeasure. I wiped my face and smiled at it, silently thinking: Don't eat dinner tonight. The little black pig’s face turned fearful, and I smiled even more happily.