Sun Simiao is a Moon Marten cub: round, fluffy, with a big face and a pair of triangular eyes that look fierce in the most adorable way. Unfortunately, his wings were weak from birth, so his mother abandoned him in the wilderness to die.
Lin Wan, who had transmigrated here, found him. This woman had one fatal weakness: she was obsessed with fluffy things. She took one look at the little ball of fur that resembled a Pallas’s cat, gave him a stroke, and could never let go.
“From now on, your name is Sun Simiao. Stick with me.”
Lin Wan taught him the rules of survival: lie low whenever possible, run whenever you can, and never fight head-on when you can ambush instead. She passed on everything she had learned from years of battling it out in the workplace, all her “sneaky tricks”: throw lime powder in your opponent’s eyes, agree to a fair fight while setting a trap underfoot, and play dead if you can’t win...
Sun Simiao studied hard. Though his core condensed into a ball of fur, he couldn’t stand steadily after taking human form, and his voice was babyish and his speech slurred, he was serious about learning.
Later, he brought home another bullied cub, Feng Xiaoqi, and the two teamed up to keep their heads down across the cultivation world. Those who tried to steal their spirit plants or trample their shabby little shop ended up so fed up they questioned their sanity.
Lin Wan’s shop was so poor it could barely make a sound. Every day, she counted her spirit stones and sighed. The two cubs crouched by the stove waiting for noodles, their tails touching, and said, “Master, we’ll help you earn money.”
Poor but unapologetic, weak but impossible to beat, adorably fierce and always keeping a low profile: this is the everyday cultivation life of the demon clan’s sneaky little cubs.
Really nice