I'm Just a Little Birdie, the Villainous Young Master's Adorable Pet

Twelve transmigrates into a redland phoenix-tailed ice luan, pure white from head to toe without a single stray feather. It's not especially rare; the Imperial Beast Sect raises them in bulk. Before Twelve can get used to life in the Imperial Beast Sect, she and her little companions are bundled up and sent to the neighboring Demon-Eating Sect. Twelve is horrified. What the heck? Are they going to butcher us? As Twelve wonders whether she should make a run for it, the young sect master of the Demon-Eating Sect stares in silence at the not-too-bright Twelve, surrounded by a fluttering mess of white feathers. "This is the fierce bird the Imperial Beast Sect offered us?" The elder from the Imperial Beast Sect trembles. "Young Master, this was an accident. I'll have someone bring you a replacement right away." Ci Lian'an looks at the big, plump white bird nestled in his arms, clueless about what's going on, and gives a faint smile. "No need. I'll keep this one." From then on, Twelve no longer has to eat wild fruit with no spiritual energy. Her handsome human takes care of her and prepares fresh spirit fruit. And not just spirit fruit: he gives her glittering spirit stones, too. Twelve: Being someone's spirit pet is even better than I imagined! Ci Lian'an: The big bird at home is not only a glutton, she always eats the expensive stuff. Good thing his family is rich enough to support her. Later, Twelve realizes her human has profound cultivation, and seems a bit like the villain who loves the righteous heroine but can't have her. This could get troublesome. If this keeps up, she's going to end up a dead bird. To save her own hide, Twelve makes off with the money on a moonless, windy day. Ci Lian'an: I woke up and my bird was gone. What do I do? The Yun Tian Realm: The Demon-Eating Sect has been making one move after another lately. What are they up to? As cultivators grow tense, in a private room at an inn in the mortal world, a bewitching girl in red is held in the arms of a handsome man in black robes. Her eyes glisten with tears as he murmurs, his tone tender and dangerous: "Yaoyao, are you going to run away again?"