The True Young Master Saves the Soul Pet World by Eating Melons – CH200

Chapter 200: The Song of the Monkeys

Si Er discovered that the Gourmet Festival on the Ten Thousand Beast Continent was truly fascinating.

The fact that many of the barbecue masters were octopuses had already opened his eyes. Not long after, he spotted a large black bear selling sugar paintings.

The bear looked adorably clumsy, yet its movements were remarkably nimble. The sugar paintings it made were beautiful, and it worked quickly—clearly a seasoned professional.

Still, letting a black bear make sugar paintings came with certain risks—this particular bear had an extreme sweet tooth.

At first, it behaved and focused on its craft. But every time it finished the third piece, drool would start dripping uncontrollably from its mouth.

Fortunately, a little brown bear perched on its shoulder held a handkerchief and diligently wiped the drool away, preventing it from dripping into the sugar.

After every five sugar paintings, the big black bear could no longer resist stuffing one into its own mouth.

The little brown bear that had been wiping drool would also sneak in for a bite. The scene was comical.

The stall owner could only sigh helplessly. Each time the bear completed five sugar paintings, he allowed it a piece of sugar—and shared some with the little brown bear as well—lest the two of them go on strike.

Besides the two bears, there was also a supervising little bee hovering above the stall.

If the big black bear tried to sneak a bite before finishing five paintings, the bee would fly forward and sting it sharply.

Si Er asked curiously, “Doesn’t this kind of bee die after stinging someone?”

“No,” Si Xu explained. “This is the Hundred-Flower Thousand-Needle Bee. They specialize in brewing Hundred-Flower Honey, which is extremely popular—every batch sells out within a day.”

“In addition to making honey, they have one thousand stingers.”

“In other words, they can sting a thousand times in their lifetime.”

“Well, to be precise, as long as they are below the seventh rank, they can sting up to a thousand times. Once all thousand stingers are used up, they die immediately.”

“But as long as there’s even one left, they can cultivate and live normally.”

“If they manage to break through to the seventh rank, they can sting ten thousand times.”

“However, given the current environment of the Ten Thousand Beast Continent, even top-tier spirit beasts find it difficult to reach the seventh rank—let alone these bees.”

“Only the queen bee is a high-level beast. The rest are mid-level, and some are even low-level.”

Si Er’s eyes sparkled.

This Hundred-Flower Thousand-Needle Bee sounds amazing. I kind of want to raise some.
Then I’d have endless honey to eat, and they could sting people until their heads swell with bumps!
Normal bees die after one sting, but these can sting a thousand times—how wonderful!

The little supervising bee, still working hard, noticed Si Er approaching to buy sugar paintings and flew in circles before him.

Wow, up close it’s so plump and fluffy. So cute!
How do those two tiny pairs of wings support such a round body?
It looks like it might fall at any moment.

The big black bear glanced up, quickly scooped the little bee back, and continued working.

It was a smart bear. Though it also found Si Er adorable and believed following him might offer better prospects, one look at the circle of top-tier beasts around him made it clear—there was no squeezing into that team.

Besides, it liked its current soul master and had no intention of switching.

So it had to keep an eye on the bees for its master, or it might lose access to Hundred-Flower Honey.

Aside from the sugar-painting bears, Si Er also spotted monkeys selling fruit wine.

The stall was large, with seven or eight monkeys perched upon it. Each looked drunk, yet they could still count spirit stones with astonishing precision.

One greedy soul cultivator tried to sneak away after shortchanging them by a few stones. Instantly, a monkey slapped him twice and sent him flying over ten meters.

Si Er sucked in a breath. A background melody from another world began playing in his mind.

Be a monkey, be a carefree monkey, eating and drinking for free while slapping people around…
Be a monkey, be a clear-headed monkey. If you don’t know your place, then privately be a monkey…

Si Xu nearly burst out laughing. Yu Beixuan, however, felt puzzled—what kind of world had Si Er’s former soul lived in, to have so many strange songs?

The fruit wine stall owner stared at Si Er eagerly, desperately wanting to ask if that song could be licensed to his monkeys.

He wanted them to sing it too.

In his view, one must seize opportunities boldly.

“This young classmate! Congratulations! You are our 999th customer!”

“To commemorate this great number, we are holding a small event!”

“As long as you—”

“Wait!” Si Er interrupted. “Sorry, I was just passing by. I didn’t plan to buy wine.”

“So I probably shouldn’t count as your 999th customer.”

“It doesn’t matter!” the stall owner exclaimed excitedly. “Meeting by chance is fate! As long as you pass in front of my stall, you can be our 999th customer!”

Si Er leaned back instinctively.

Oh no… am I about to encounter forced sales tactics?

The stall owner forced a gentle smile. “Don’t worry, young classmate. We’re not bad people—just ordinary brewers.”

Yes, a whole group of them. Every monkey he raised excelled at brewing.

“As long as you compose a song for my monkeys, I’ll give you ten jars of wine for free. How about that?”

Guagua clapped its paws.

[Er’er, I think this deal is worth it.]
[The fruit wine here is quite good. It’s suitable for your age and cultivation level—it can nourish and even widen your meridians.]
[For ordinary soul cultivators, widening meridians is useless since they don’t absorb spiritual energy into them.]
[But for you and Xuanxuan, it’s useful—you both cultivate with spiritual energy.]
[Your father and your elder brothers are also using spirit stones to cultivate now. Though their progress is slow, it will improve.]
[This wine would benefit them too. Even if the stall owner didn’t offer it for free, you should buy some.]
[And if he’s giving it away? No reason not to take it!]

“Ah…”

Si Er hesitated.

When it comes to monkey songs, all I can think of right now is the Song of the Monkey…
But the stall owner is so enthusiastic. Would it be rude to sing that?
And in this world… do monkeys even get called ‘monkeys’ like that?
What if they don’t? That would be awkward.

[Don’t worry, Er’er. Languages vary across cities in this world.]
[In some places, monkeys are indeed called “malo.”]

The stall owner thought eagerly: Yes, yes! Back in my hometown, monkeys are pronounced almost the same!

So the Song of the Monkey would be perfect!

Si Er understood immediately.

Got it. There are dialects in this world too. But for convenience, Central City uses the standard tongue.
Learn the standard language well, and you can travel anywhere without fear.
But should I really sing the Song of the Monkey? It still feels a bit strange…

The stall owner encouraged him, “It’s fine. Just sing whatever comes to mind. We’re only here for some fun.”

Si Xu added, “Yes, Er’er. Just sing something casually.”

After all, the stall owner looked like he truly wanted that Song of the Monkey.

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