Red Heart Patrols the Sky

Age is not a problem, love can transcend the mundane.

In short, he doesn’t want to strive, but still hopes to soar to great heights!

But the reality is, even if he took on a task, he wouldn’t dare to try, much less let other Little Monsters know he’s taken on such a task. The ridicule and scorn, sometimes laced with blood... His herb basket on his back, all his belongings in his pouch, he enters the mountain only for the herbs.

Catching venomous bugs is out of the question. If he encounters even a slightly more dangerous bug, he’s dead. He has enough self-awareness to know that.

Although he occasionally indulged in unrealistic fantasies, in the tangible intricacies of life, he still strives earnestly to live well every day.

The task of collecting venomous bugs he took was merely a wisp of his infatuation.

He carries it with him but doesn’t truly rely on it to materialize.

He believes that through diligent herb gathering and conscientious accumulation, moving forward step by step, one day he will reach a remarkable level—enlisting as an honorable Demon Soldier, holding a stable job, and eating rations on time every month is not just a luxury!

The attraction of the Touch Cloud City’s Little Princess needs no elaboration. The bounty squads entering the mountain are endless, busier than a market day.

Alone, Chai Asi doesn’t feel lonely.

More demons entering the mountain means fewer dangers in the deep woods, which is naturally a boon for someone as lacking in strength as him.

Other demons are all after the rare venomous bugs; no one is competing with him for the worthless herbs.

After those demon-stricken winds pass, he can calmly go collect herbs without worrying about any Evil Beast.

His herb basket is already filled over halfway, a bountiful harvest.

It’s about to get dark, he plans to leave after a while of searching. He still lacks the courage to spend a night alone in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, but there’s a bounty hunter camp at the foot of the mountain.

Although a little herb-gathering monster like him isn’t recognized, joining the crowd inevitably invites a few sneers, but being insulted doesn’t harm him, and even a little shoving is not painful. When he truly finds a place to sleep in the camp, no one will drive him away.

"Having thick skin is important! In those deadly cold winters, demons rely on their thick skin for warmth!"

This was something his grandfather often repeated to him while alive.

Grandfather later died after stubbornly refusing to give way to a horse-drawn carriage, struck dead on the street.

Aging unknown.

Alas!

With only a roll of straw, he was buried in a randomly dug pit in the mountain.

He, Chai Asi, also had some education.

As the saying goes, the lessons of the past are guides for the future.

It means when demons ahead get hit by a vehicle, those behind should remember to stay away.

He has a good memory, thick skin, and has etched all life taught him into his heart.

But something is amiss today.

This area is typically frequented by many bounty squads. He particularly remembers Quan Xizai, the famous aristocratic prodigy from Touch Cloud City, is also here seeking venomous bugs to win the Little Princess’s affection.

Why is this imprinted in his memory? Because as "idle demons", he was impatiently chased away.

But now it is eerily quiet. Even the wind is silent, not responding to the fallen leaves.

Where have all the demons gone?

Crunch!

A dry branch snapped underfoot, startling Chai Asi.

Nervously looking around, only after confirming there was no danger did he exhale slowly.

The deep woods are fraught with peril, especially the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Every time he enters the mountain for herbs, he’s extremely cautious, fearing any disturbance, and usually only picks along the edges. This time, because there were many entering teams, he dared to go in a bit deeper.

Now the silence of this place leaves him somewhat anxious.

He decides inwardly not to wait until dark, to search for another hour and then return...

But then he suddenly stops!

Because, not far ahead, lie the bodies of two demons.

Judging by their exceptional attire, they are unmistakably from a distinguished family.

Chai Asi wants to turn and run, but an impulse rises within him, rooting him there.

As the old saying goes, "slaying a demon, setting a fire, gains you a golden belt." Why is that?

Because after slaying demons, you reap the spoils!

These two deceased demons, at the very least, had Demon Soldier Level strength. Regardless of how they died—The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains are filled with danger; dying is entirely possible for many reasons—but their bodies are so intact. Could there possibly be something valuable on them?

The woods are increasingly still, so quiet he can hear his own heartbeat.

The bold get rich while the timid starve!

Chai Asi swallows hard, scrutinizes the surroundings again, and then carefully approaches the two bodies.

He sniffs curiously but doesn’t detect a scent of poison. Initial observation shows the wounds on both bodies are at the brow, death came swiftly and cleanly, without much suffering. Prodding with a stick, from the unique markings on the clothing, they indeed appear to be subordinates Quan Xizai brought into the mountain.

Where is Quan Xizai?

That type of noble son surely left long ago. What’s the matter with a dead guard or two?

Chai Asi doesn’t overthink it, nor does he criticize this world too much. He puts on a pair of herb-gathering gloves and cautiously checks without disturbing the remains.

Both deceased don’t have any storage gear, so they didn’t carry much.

Weapons and clothes with distinctive markings are certainly off-limits.

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