Chapter 231
Chapter 231: The Cub’s Father Was Furious—You’re Using My Money to Buy Another Beastfolk a House and a Mountain
Chong Ming was her man?
And this “little snake demon” really had been trapped for three hundred years without learning a single ounce of humility. That mouth of his was like it had been dipped in poison.
Chong Ming looked back at Jin Lin, expression steady. “Your demands are reasonable. Wait five minutes.”
Jin Lin spread his hands. “As you please.”
Chong Ming took two steps back and waved over Adjutant Ai, Secretary Wen, and Secretary Yao, ordering them to notify the Yellow Dragon Clan—over a hundred thousand dragons.
The ones who truly hadn’t known what they’d been eating erupted the moment they heard the message.
“We didn’t know anything! We spent money on potions and pills—why should we have to give blood, flesh, and scales? Why?”
“The real culprits were the chieftain’s family. Go after them! We’re the victims! We’re innocent!”
“No! I’m not giving anything. My scales and flesh are mine. Why should I hand them over? Five jin? What is this—buying vegetables online, shouting out how many pounds to slice?”
“Commander-in-Chief Chong Ming is our commander-in-chief. We’re all dragons. Why is he taking an outsider’s side?”
“My child isn’t even grown! He’s only a few years old. He’s only been taking those potions for less than two years. You want to draw his blood, cut his flesh, pull his scales? I won’t allow it!”
Adjutant Ai and the secretaries had clearly expected resistance.
In the middle of the shouting, they played a video.
It was Jin Lin—jaw unhinged, swallowing four dragons in one breath—devouring the Yellow Dragon Clan chieftain’s family of four and leaving only Chong Xing Qi behind.
The image slammed into every protestor’s eyes like a hammer.
Adjutant Ai’s voice rang out, cold and clear. “No state approval, no verified source, and you still dared to swallow those potions and pills. You clung to luck when you ate them. Don’t cling to luck now that it’s been exposed.”
“You ate potions and pills made from another person’s blood, flesh, and scales—not once, not for one year. The victim comes knocking and demands an explanation. That’s normal. That’s exactly how a beastfolk handles things.”
“You can feel wronged. You can refuse. But you don’t get to aim that refusal at the victim. If you want to hate someone, hate your chieftain’s family.”
He paused, voice sharpening. “And by the way—your chieftain’s family? Only the grandson is still alive. Everyone else is dead.”
“The demand for repayment is already the greatest concession the victim is willing to make, out of respect for the Commander-in-Chief.”
“If you still refuse—if you insist on being stubborn and won’t cut your own flesh, draw your own blood, and pull your own scales—then let the victim come personally.”
“I promise you, if he does it himself, he won’t stop at one jin each for minors.”
“That mouth and those teeth? He could swallow ten of you in one bite without blinking.”
“One minute. Decide. One minute from now, if you still think you’re innocent, the Commander-in-Chief will allow the victim to come find you. Whether you live or die then… don’t blame anyone else.”
The loudest voices went quiet.
Reluctant or not, they became willing.
To make sure no one who’d eaten Jin Lin’s flesh escaped, Jiang Tea Tea used Jin Lin’s fresh blood to draw a shared-sensation art and slammed it into the entire Yellow Dragon Clan population.
Jin Lin had only found thirty-eight people before.
Jiang Tea Tea found thirty-five thousand.
Thirty-five thousand within the Yellow Dragon Clan alone. The rest of the spell’s reach spread through the whole M31 star system—anyone, anywhere, of any race, who had ever eaten Jin Lin’s blood, flesh, or scales.
Among the Yellow Dragon Clan’s thirty-five thousand, each person received a container marked for their own repayment.
They gritted their teeth and bled. They cut flesh. They tore out scales. They filled the containers.
Children screamed as parents and family members cried and did it for them, hands shaking but unmoving.
Across the star system, anyone outside the Yellow Dragon Clan who had eaten Jin Lin and was struck by the shared-sensation art felt it too—the pain of flesh being cut, blood being drawn, scales being torn away, as if their souls were reenacting Jin Lin’s suffering.
They rolled on the ground, shrieking and clawing at themselves. They ran from healer to healer, from clinic to clinic, from fully equipped medical centers to the finest treatment halls.
No one could find a cause.
They were treated like victims of some new, incurable disease.
Jiang Tea Tea logged onto Starnet using her verified account as a 3S-rank mutant plant-type healer and posted a blunt warning:
“Potions and pills made from another’s blood, flesh, and scales—sold as ‘longevity’ and ‘ability awakening’—are a scam.”
“Whether you gained any benefits or not, anyone who consumed them will suffer side effects: pain like flesh being cut, blood being drawn, and scales being torn away.”
“M31 star system. All nations, all clans. If you show these side effects: minors, immediately draw one jin of blood and cut one jin of flesh. Adults, immediately draw five jin of blood and cut five jin of flesh.”
“Afterward, seal the fresh blood and flesh and send it to the address below. Only then will the side effects be resolved.”
She also uploaded photos of the potions and pills and listed the names of the illegal foreign institutions that had collaborated with Chong Luo Han’s operation.
Jiang Tea Tea was already a Starnet celebrity—her following was so massive it was almost absurd. Her post hit like a stone in the sea, sending waves in every direction.
Across the M31 star system, besides the Yellow Dragon Clan and Zhen Lin Empire citizens, hundreds of thousands of pure humans and other races had taken those drugs.
Pain drove them half-mad. Their guardians, their families, and countless bystanders swarmed her comments.
“Healer Jiang, is what you said true? If my child draws blood and cuts flesh, will he recover?”
“My son is rolling on the floor screaming. The best healer in our country can’t help him. They sedated him, tied him to a bed, and the moment the sedatives wear off he howls and begs us not to tear anything off him.”
“We’re tiger clan beastfolk. We don’t have scales, only fur. There’s not a single wound on him, but he’s in agony. I’m heartbroken. I’d trade places with him if I could.”
“Dead horse or not, I’ll try anything. The healer declared my husband terminal. I’m cutting flesh and drawing blood. If it helps even a little, I’ll do it.”
“I tried it—I tried it! It works! Drawing blood reduces the pain. Cutting flesh reduces it too…”
“If you have the same symptoms, try it. Hurry.”
“Unverified potions and pills and you swallowed them anyway. I don’t know whether to admire your courage or your death wish.”
“I checked the institutions Healer Jiang listed. They’re real, they’re illegal, and they had powerful backers.”
“I looked up the prices. One vial: tens of thousands of star credits. One pill: twenty thousand.”
“It’s sold as a ‘course.’ One course is a year. Twelve vials, twelve pills. That’s three hundred and sixty thousand a year. You’re supposed to take it for three to five years. Total cost: about one to one-point-eight million.”
“Beast God above… thank heavens I’m broke. I couldn’t afford it, so I’m still alive.”
“Finally, poverty pays off.”
After posting, Jiang Tea Tea didn’t bother reading trending topics or replies. She ignored the storm until evening, when the Yellow Dragon Clan’s blood, flesh, and scales were finally collected.
Jin Lin stood there with a mountain of repayment containers. Jiang Tea Tea was about to call Chong Ming and leave with Jin Lin when she suddenly realized something so outrageous she froze.
She’d been here almost a year.
The cubs were nearly eight months along.
And she still didn’t have her own mountain.
Worse—she didn’t even have her own house.
A great demon, stranded in another world, with no mountain and no home?
If that little snake demon ever found out, where would her dignity go?
She made Jin Lin wait, then walked over to Chong Ming. “Your Highness. A few days ago I tested the Military Department’s security system for you. When are you paying the testing fee?”
Chong Ming lowered his gaze. “You’re short on money?”
Jiang Tea Tea pointed at Jin Lin. “He has no identity and no money. If you settle up with me, I’ll buy him a house. And a mountain.”
She and Jin Lin were the only two demons in this world. As a great demon, she should look after the younger one.
Gift him a mountain so he had somewhere to stay and cultivate.
It would also prove she had the proper great demon style.
Chong Ming’s voice turned heavy. “You’ve known each other less than fifty-six hours. You want to buy him a mountain?”
Jiang Tea Tea answered honestly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “How long we’ve known each other doesn’t matter. What matters is we click. I like him.”
Chong Ming’s tone iced over. His gold eyes churned like a storm. “You’re asking me for money to buy him a mountain… because you like him.”
Jiang Tea Tea blinked and nodded, completely oblivious to the temperature dropping around them. “Yeah. I like him. I’m willing to spend money on him. I want to buy him a house and a mountain.”