Monster Cub Live Stream – CH6

Chapter 6

Inside a room in the Aimeo Imperial Palace on the Empire’s capital star—

A sudden knock at the door pulled Xia Yuanhan out of his thoughts. The young man standing before the window came back to himself. “Come in.”

“Second Highness.” The newcomer shut the door behind him and said respectfully, “Here is the list of buyers, along with the agreements they signed. Please take a look.”

Xia Yuanhan took the list and lifted a brow lightly. “Wuhula? Shang Youyuan? Feng Wu? These names all sound more familiar than the last.”

The newcomer was Fan Xiu, one of Xia Yuanhan’s trusted confidants. Hearing that, he smiled and said, “Hasn’t Your Highness always been troubled by Feng Wu’s refusal to hand over power? If he really drinks that medicine… then once he’s dead, what right would a dead man still have to refuse?”

Xia Yuanhan gave a light chuckle. “Let us hope so. I only wonder whether he bought that medicine for himself, or on behalf of someone else.”

“Most likely for himself,” Fan Xiu analyzed. “Among the three of them, Feng Wu’s symptoms are the most severe. If not him, then who else? Once he dies, only Mo Dexin from the First Legion will be somewhat troublesome. As long as we get rid of him—”

Fan Xiu made a slicing gesture across his throat, his tone becoming even more sycophantic.

“The First Legion, leaderless and in disarray, will sooner or later become a great support to Your Highness.”

Xia Yuanhan gave a slight nod, a trace of satisfaction showing on his face.

Seeing this, Fan Xiu spoke with even greater enthusiasm. “And then there’s Shang Youyuan. Your Highness, aren’t you on rather good terms with the Shang family’s second son? Once that old thing Shang Youyuan dies, if you lend Young Master Shang a little help in fighting for the family inheritance, then wouldn’t the Shang family’s assets, more or less, count as partly yours too?”

“As for that Wuhula… he’s just a star pirate. If he dies, he dies. The only pity is that miracle medicine Your Highness had to waste on him.”

Xia Yuanhan gave a cold snort. “That medicine—there’s an eighty percent chance he didn’t buy it for himself.”

Fan Xiu froze. “Your Highness means—”

Xia Yuanhan did not continue. He waved Fan Xiu away, but just as the man respectfully withdrew, he suddenly stopped him again and asked, “Any news of Xia Lin?”

“No,” Fan Xiu replied. “Third Highness was dropped into Poison Mist Forest back then. Even the surveillance cameras sent to follow him were corroded and destroyed. The monitoring devices sent later also failed to detect any signs of life inside the forest.”

Xia Yuanhan nodded in satisfaction. “Very good.”

After Fan Xiu left, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice suddenly sounded in the room.

“That is your own younger brother, yet you are not soft-hearted in the slightest.”

“What is there to be soft-hearted about?” Xia Yuanhan sneered. “Compared with my grand ambitions, everything else is insignificant. The path to success is bound to be paved with blood. If I show mercy, then the next person whose blood is spilled will only be me.”

The mechanical voice burst into laughter, harsh and utterly devoid of emotion, chilling to the ear.

“Then let us wish for a pleasant cooperation.”

Si Youlin took the pill worth 280 million from Feng Wu’s hand.

The pill had been made in an extremely perfunctory manner. There was no colored sugar coating, no cute capsule shell—it looked like nothing more than a little mud-like ball hastily rolled together from medicinal paste.

Lin An’an lifted his head and caught the medicinal fragrance wafting through the air.

The smell was too mixed. Aside from a few herbs with particularly distinctive scents, Lin An’an could not identify the others. Moreover, among them were some rather unfamiliar smells as well.

Perhaps these were herbs unique to this world, Lin An’an thought. If his ability and mental power recovered to their peak, he might be able to identify the effects of these materials just by scent alone.

What a pity, the little cub sighed inwardly.

Xiong Yingjun sniffed and said in a thick, nasal voice, “Fourth Brother, we brought you some tomatoes.”

Si Youlin looked surprised. “Tomatoes this fresh? Where did you get them?”

The little cub lying on the edge of the bed was picked up by a large hand. Xiong Yingjun held him up as if showing off a treasure. “This little fellow is no joke. One shriveled, ugly little seed in his hands and—whoosh!—it turned into a whole bunch of tomatoes!”

“A plant-type ability?” Si Youlin curved his eyes at the little cub in a smile. “Thank you for the tomatoes.”

Lin An’an patted him with a little tentacle. “Yingji.” No need to thank me. You can still be saved, so don’t really go giving up on treatment!

Xiong Yingjun handed the washed tomatoes to Si Youlin. “Fourth Brother, after you take the medicine, you’d better get well quickly. With Little An Cub here, whatever you want to eat—apples, pears, anything—he can get it for you. You can eat as much as you want!”

Si Youlin just smiled without saying anything and took the tomato, biting into it. But as he ate, his eyes suddenly reddened.

Xiong Yingjun turned his head aside to blow his nose, holding his breath as he cried silently, his huge frame trembling all over.

Feng Wu tightly gripped the small bottle that had held the medicine. The hard container seemed unable to bear the force and cracked along several lines.

Si Youlin finished the tomato in a few bites, pinched the pill, and tossed it into his mouth, carrying the air of a warrior marching forward with no thought of return.

Feng Wu’s hand tightened unconsciously, and with a sharp crack, the small bottle shattered all over the floor.

At the side, Xiong Yingjun abruptly stopped crying, then asked cautiously, “Fourth Brother, h-how do you feel? Is there a stream of warmth rising upward? Do you feel that sort of… refreshing sensation, like your bones and veins have all been cleansed?”

Lin An’an: “…Yingji?”

What kind of nonsense is that?

Feng Wu could not hold back and smacked Xiong Yingjun on the head.

Xiong Yingjun covered his forehead in grievance. “Isn’t that how it always goes in the books? After swallowing a miraculous pill, all the impurities in the body get washed out and discharged, and your whole body feels warm and comfortable…”

“What kind of stuff are you even reading all day?” Si Youlin said, half laughing and half exasperated. He calmed himself and carefully felt the changes in his body. “There’s no warm current, but… it does feel a little strange.”

Feng Wu immediately pressed, “How strange?”

Si Youlin frowned and did not answer, but his complexion visibly began to turn rosier at a speed apparent to the naked eye.

Xiong Yingjun’s heart leapt with joy. “Look at Fourth Brother! Quick, look at him! Is he getting better? Is the medicine working?”

But Feng Wu suddenly felt a very bad premonition.

—Even if it were a divine medicine, there was no way it could take effect this violently and this fast.

Even the greatest healer in the entire interstellar world, when treating organ failure not caused by Alpha, would still require repeated and gradual sessions before the patient could slowly recover.

Lin An’an also felt that something was wrong. He quietly stretched out a little tentacle, wanting to check Si Youlin’s condition again.

Just then, Si Youlin’s face changed abruptly. “Quick! Get away from me—”

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Wu instantly scooped up the little cub from the bedside and grabbed Xiong Yingjun’s shoulder with his other hand, retreating backward at a speed beyond what ordinary people could achieve.

The next second, Si Youlin’s face suddenly flushed deep red, and the skin on his body began swelling like an overinflated balloon.

“Fourth Brother!”

Xiong Yingjun’s eyes turned blood-red. He instinctively wanted to rush forward, but Feng Wu held him down so tightly that he could not move at all.

“Don’t come over!” Si Youlin roared in agony. “Don’t—”

Before he could finish the sentence, the young man on the bed abruptly transformed into a giant golden python, thrashing violently about the room. The beautiful gold-and-white scales on its body burst outward, gradually covered all over by terrifying crimson cracks.

Feng Wu was both shocked and enraged. “An ability riot…”

This was no miracle medicine for Alpha at all—it was a life-ending “bomb”!!!

As one of the vice-commanders of the First Legion, Si Youlin’s ability was naturally extraordinarily powerful. If it erupted at full force, even Xiong Yingjun might not necessarily be able to suppress him.

Feng Wu handed the little cub in his grasp to Xiong Yingjun. “Protect him.”

With that, he layered a mental power shield around himself and charged straight into the center of the riot, facing the blade-like aura of the rampaging ability head-on.

Among everyone present, only Feng Wu could restrain the out-of-control Si Youlin—but that was only if Feng Wu’s own mental power remained stable.

And right now, Feng Wu’s mental power was like a time bomb. It could not withstand the slightest provocation.

Lin An’an’s heart tightened. While Xiong Yingjun’s attention was fixed on the other side, he secretly put a protective shield around himself and sprang into the very center of the ability riot.

Xiong Yingjun’s face changed drastically. “Little An Cub!”

But the little black blob was moving astonishingly fast. In just a few hops, he caught up to Feng Wu, who was struggling to move inside the riot zone, and then swiftly overtook him.

The turbulent currents caused by the ability riot seemed not to affect him in the slightest.

Lin An’an had no mind for anything else. His only thought was to calm Si Youlin’s ability riot before Feng Wu could reach him.

Feng Wu noticed the little cub charging into the riot zone. His first reaction was to reach out and grab him, intending to throw him back out of danger. But at that moment, the little cub was like a slippery loach—whoosh—and in an instant he darted straight into the center of the riot.

The enormous yellow-and-white python writhed on the ground in agony, smashing countless cracks into the hard floor.

Lin An’an, however, was not afraid at all. At this moment, his tiny size became his best protection, allowing him to dodge the giant python’s unconscious “attacks.”

The little black ball bounced a few times and leapt right onto the python’s head. His slender little tentacles wrapped tightly around it, while his mental power simultaneously enveloped the ability core within the python’s mind.

Under the shocked gazes of Feng Wu and Xiong Yingjun, the giant python quickly quieted down and stopped thrashing.

But Lin An’an did not relax.

There was no doubt that the damage caused by an ability riot was enormous. If it had been the former Si Youlin, he naturally would have been able to withstand the harm caused by such a riot.

But the current Si Youlin was already suffering from severe multi-organ failure. Forget an ability riot—even the fluctuations caused by normal use of his ability could have become the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

A soft green glow lit up at the tips of the little tentacles. Realizing what the cub was doing, Si Youlin lifted his eyelids, and a trace of shock flashed through his scarlet snake pupils.

—Though it was extremely, extremely faint… he could indeed feel that the pain caused by his organ failure had eased slightly because of the little cub’s actions.

But how was that possible?!

Those were symptoms caused by Alpha. Even the finest medical teams in the interstellar world were helpless against Alpha!

Yet the truth was right in front of him, and Si Youlin had no choice but to believe it.

A moment later, Lin An’an withdrew his little tentacles. Unsteady on his feet, he tipped sideways from the python’s head, only to be caught firmly in a broad palm before he could hit the ground.

The little cub weakly lifted his eyelids, looking exhausted, and spoke in a feeble voice.

“Yingji…”

Feng Wu’s expression was full of shock and complexity. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and countless words rose to his lips, but in the end they all condensed into just one sentence:

“Are you alright?”

Lin An’an moved a little tentacle and, with some effort, patted his tiny belly. It very cooperatively answered with a clear gurgle-gurgle.

No big problem.

He was just a teeny tiny bit hungry.