Chapter 141: The Grand Sorcerer’s Little Darling is Super Cute (2)

Chapter 141: The Grand Sorcerer's Little Darling is Super Cute (2)

Wenren Shu blinked in surprise, then looked down at the tiny guy hiding behind the teacup.

The little guy was no bigger than a thumb, wearing only half a petal around his waist, barely covering his private areas.

His hair wasn’t long, reaching only his ears, with some bangs in front that covered his smooth, pale forehead.

Under the bangs were wide, hopeful eyes, their irises a soft, light brown.

The light caught in his eyes, giving them a faint glow.

"Hello, is this for me to drink?"

The little guy spoke up again, his voice soft and sweet, like a young boy's.

Wenren Shu’s lips curled into a gentle smile. "It's for you."

He lifted the teacup and gently tapped it against the one the little guy was hiding behind.

"My name is Wenren Shu."

The sensation from the clinking of the teacups made Song Chuyi feel a bit dizzy, almost losing his balance.

Luckily, he kept his balance, barely managing to stay upright.

He stood on his tiptoes, hands on the edge of the teacup, wanting to drink a sip of the tea.

But the teacup was a bit too high, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reach it.

Just as he was thinking about whether to jump into the teacup, he suddenly felt the cup tilt slightly.

Surprised, he looked up to see Wenren Shu holding the cup, tilting it just enough for him to reach.

Song Chuyi wasted no time, gulping down the tea as fast as he could.

He was so thirsty.

The sound of gulping echoed in the quiet courtyard.

Once he’d had his fill, Song Chuyi politely thanked him.

"Thank you, Brother Wenren."

Wenren Shu placed the teacup back down. The little guy had only drunk a fifth of it despite drinking for so long.

He seemed quite easy to take care of.

"What's your name?"

Song Chuyi gave his name.

"Song Chuyi."

"Which Chuyi?" Wenren Shu asked.

Song Chuyi, hands seriously holding the warm cup, answered seriously, "The 'Chuyi' in 'first day of the month.'"

Wenren Shu suddenly chuckled softly, "Chuyi."

Song Chuyi tiptoed and gave a small nod.

As they spoke, a sharp voice called out from outside.

"His Excellency, the Imperial Advisor, the Emperor requests your presence."

Wenren Shu responded lightly, without checking if the person outside had heard.

He stood up, glanced at the tiny figure behind the teacup, flicked his sleeve, and disappeared.

Once Wenren Shu left, there was no one else in the courtyard.

This was likely Wenren Shu's private courtyard, usually not open to anyone.

This actually suited Song Chuyi just fine, as he didn’t have to worry about being found.

He flapped his wings and took off, not going out, just wandering around the courtyard.

When he got tired, he flew over to the teacup, intending to drink some water.

There was still about three-quarters of the water left in the cup, enough for him to drink all night.

But the teacup was too tall for him, making it difficult to drink.

At first, Song Chuyi could fly up and lean over the edge of the cup to drink, but as the water level dropped, he couldn’t reach it anymore.

He got thirsty easily, and the teapot was too heavy for him to lift. The only water available was in the teacup.

Seeing that there was still one-third of the water left, Song Chuyi cupped his hands around the teacup, trying to lift it.

However, he clearly overestimated his current strength.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t budge the teacup. Exhausted and thirsty, he gave the cup an angry kick.

The teacup wobbled slightly.

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up, and he began to kick the teacup with his little foot.

After about a dozen kicks, the teacup finally tipped over, and Song Chuyi quickly ran to the cup's opening, drinking greedily.

He drank too much, and his little belly bulged out.

The stone table was a mess, with the teacup lying askew, as if it had been ransacked.

Feeling a little guilty, Song Chuyi flew back into the petals and hid.

"Xiaotong, Xiaotong! Emergency call to Xiaotong!"

Xiaotong: "Host, I'm here."

Song Chuyi lay on the petal, one little foot dangling over the edge, swinging leisurely.

"Xiaotong, can I grow bigger in this world?"

"I can't stay this small forever, can I?"

"It's too exhausting, even drinking water is tiring me out."

Xiaotong: "Host, you can return to your normal size."

Song Chuyi immediately sat up. "How do I return to my normal size?"

Xiaotong: "You need to gain the villain's recognition."

"Only with the villain's recognition can the stored energy allow you, the host, to return to your normal human form."

Song Chuyi: "How do I get him to recognize me?"

Xiaotong: "He needs to be 100% sure you're real."

Song Chuyi: "Wait, what? Didn't he just see me?"

"We even exchanged names, and as I said that, my eyes widened in realization."

"Wait, does Wen Renshu think I’m some kind of illusion?"

"Does he think I’m just a figment of his imagination?"

Xiaotong: "Yes, host. The villain currently believes you are a figment of his imagination."

Song Chuyi: "..."

Oh no. It seems the villain of this world has delusions.

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In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the current emperor, Gong Ji, dismissed everyone and kept only Wen Renshu.

"National Preceptor," Gong Ji bowed to Wen Renshu, "I’ve asked you here today to invoke the gods' guidance."

"News from Xintian City suggests a possible plague. We seek the god's direction."

Wen Renshu responded lightly.

He turned and headed towards the Temple of Divine Invocation. The temple was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering before the deity’s statue.

As the temple doors closed, the vast Temple of Divine Invocation was left with only Wen Renshu.

Wen Renshu walked up to the statue and gazed at it quietly.

The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood, and the candlelight cast an eerie, crimson glow around the room.

Wen Renshu closed his eyes, and the space around him seemed to distort.

He raised his hand, fingertips touching his forehead, and slowly opened his eyes.

In his vision, the statue of the deity spoke.

"What is your question?"

"Xintian City fears a plague. What should be done?"

The statue provided an answer.

"Annihilate the city."

Song Renshu slowly lowered his hand, and the statue returned to its usual calm.

But if there had been anyone else present, they would have noticed that he had been talking to himself the whole time.

The statue at the front had never changed.

The so-called invocation of the divine was nothing more than an illusion—both for Song Renshu and for the people of this world.

Now, no one dares to say otherwise.

Because only the National Preceptor could see the “god,” could invoke the divine, so even if they witnessed this scene, they would assume they weren’t worthy enough to see the god.

After leaving the Temple of Divine Invocation, Song Renshu relayed the “god’s” answer to Gong Ji, who didn’t doubt it for a moment and immediately set about handling the matter.

Song Renshu’s expression remained unchanged as he returned to the National Preceptor’s residence. Then, he walked into the courtyard, where a teacup on the stone table lay overturned, the water long since dried up.

He walked over and placed the cup upright.

A soft voice suddenly caught his attention.

“Brother Wenren, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to knock it over.”

Song Renshu looked up and saw a little one with tousled black hair, holding the petals of a pink rose and looking up at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Can I give you this instead?”