Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 100 A Pot Too Small to Stew Everything Up_1

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 A Pot Too Small to Stew Everything Up_1

Wenqu Star Monarch’s old face turned red, but he pretended not to notice and continued, "If you want to learn my magic, naturally, I can teach you. However, the Literature Garden has its own rules, and teachings are not lightly passed on. In the Literature Garden, memorizing one book earns you one credit. Ten credits can be exchanged for learning one king-level One Star magic or cultivation technique; twenty credits for king-level Two Star, and so on. Each additional star in magic or cultivation techniques doubles the required points."

Upon hearing this, Qin Shou nearly popped his eyes out. Memorize books? One book for one credit? Ten books just to learn the crappiest magic? Isn’t the Literature Garden a bit too greedy?

Meanwhile, Taitai Le started counting on her fingers, "King-level one star takes ten books, two stars twenty books, three stars forty books, four stars eighty books, five stars a hundred and sixty books, seven stars three hundred and twenty books, eight stars six hundred and forty books, nine stars would break a thousand! Yuan-level one star would need over two thousand, Yuan-level two star, uh..."

Taitai Le fell silent...

Qin Shou looked at Taitai Le’s stunned expression and asked in a low voice, "Why’d you stop counting?"

After struggling for a while, Taitai Le finally said, "I ran out of fingers."

Everyone: "..."

Qin Shou patted Taitai Le on the shoulder and said, "Are you a pig? You still have your toes!"

Taitai Le shot Qin Shou a glance and said, "Are you the pig? We phoenixes only have two forked feet! Including the two wings, I only have ten usable ones..."

Qin Shou fell silent, then patted Taitai Le’s head with a meaningful gesture, "Jiucai, in the future, don’t say you are a phoenix. Your toes are just as numerous as a chicken’s, and you still claim you’re not a Fire Chicken in disguise?"

"Go die!"

Whoosh!

Qin Shou turned back into a black rabbit, then looked at Wenqu Star Monarch pitifully and said, "Sir, please, help me out."

Wenqu Star Monarch was speechless for a moment, then with a wave of his hand, he purified Qin Shou’s black fur back to white and said after a moment’s thought, "Rabbit, just memorize your books well. This Purification Spell is only king-level One Star, you can learn it after memorizing ten books."

As soon as Qin Shou heard about memorizing books, he felt a huge headache... What was the most painful thing since his childhood? Of course, it was memorizing books! He never imagined that after being reborn in the Immortal Realm, he would still not be able to escape this fate. At this moment, Qin Shou was once again determined to drop out of school and go home early.

Wenqu Star Monarch said, "Alright, Chongba, introduce yourself."

Chongba then said, "Hello everyone, my name is Chongba. As for why I have this name, it’s because my dad said I’m a waste, not looking like a dragon, but a turtle, and hence, I am destined to be an insect. But I want to emphasize that my mom is a human, a regular mortal who passed away from old age when I was very young, so I have nothing to do with turtles. I was the eighth dragon born that year, but my dad said I was destined to be an insect, thus the name Chongba."

"But this is all according to my mom, I’ve never even met that irresponsible dad of mine. I was able to come here because that heartless man left a Token, and when I registered at the Earthly Immortal Realm Literature Garden, they sent me straight here. So, to be accurate, I don’t even know whose backdoor I’ve gone through."

Hearing this, Qin Shou felt quite touched; both of them were the abandoned ones, and there was a kind of sympathy among those who shared the same ill fate. So Qin Shou patted Chongba on the back and said, "Bro, don’t be sad, I’ll have your back from now on."

Chongba gave a simple-minded smile and said, "Okay."

Taitai Le gave Qin Shou a look and said, "Chongba, don’t listen to him. He’s just a useless rabbit who has nothing but a sharp tongue. From now on, I’ll have your back. Whoever disagrees, I’ll burn ’em!"

Qin Shou chuckled and said, "Can’t even burn a single hair and you still have the nerve to speak? Jiucai, just stand there in punishment and talk less."

"What, you disagree? You believe I’ll burn you?" Taitai Le stood with hands on hips, angrily said.

Qin Shou raised an eyebrow and said, "Come on, who’s afraid of who?"

Whoosh!

"Sir..." Qin Shou looked at Wenqu Star Monarch with a naive gaze.

Wenqu Star Monarch looked at Taitai Le, then back at Qin Shou, shook his head helplessly, and with a wave of his hand, purified the fur on Qin Shou.

"Jiucai, look, not a single one of my hairs was burnt off. You really can’t hold a candle to me, you little earthy chicken!"

Whoosh!

"Sir..." Qin Shou looked at Wenqu Star Monarch with a dumbfounded expression.

"Ah... both of you, quiet down for a bit!" Wenqu Star Monarch said.

"I’m talking about you, Jiucai!" Qin Shou cheekily said to Taitai Le.

Whoosh... Taitai Le didn’t say a word and just fired a breath of flame at the rabbit.

"Sir..." Qin Shou sought help from Wenqu once again.

"Taitai Le, shut your beak, no more fire breathing! Rabbit, no more smart mouth!" Wenqu specifically commanded.

As expected, Qin Shou shut up, but he kept making faces at Taitai Le, perfectly expressing his ridicule towards Jiucai with that cheeky expression.

As a result, Jiucai chuckled and shot two red beams from his eyes!

Whoosh!

"Sir..."

After a period of silence, Wenqu said, "You... just stay black. It looks pretty good too."

Qin Shou: "..."

When Taitai Le heard this, he immediately clutched his belly and burst into loud laughter, "Haha... even the sir isn’t helping you, damn rabbit, you might as well remain consistently black on the inside and out!"

But the rabbit responded nonchalantly, "I don’t really mind, but it seems that in the Literature Garden, there’s a rule that one must be neatly dressed. Sir, this isn’t about me being untidy, it’s about being unable to tidy up at all. So, you’re not going to punish me, right?"

Wenqu nodded his head, indicating he wouldn’t.

Qin Shou smiled, a smile that made Wenqu a little uneasy, feeling like he might have overlooked something, as if the rabbit was brewing something up.

However, Wenqu didn’t bother with it and coughed to signal everyone to quiet down, as he had something to say.

Everyone duly quieted down out of respect.

Wenqu continued, "Alright, let’s finally introduce those three in the bathroom. They are the grandsons of the Kun clan Clan Leader, named Kui Yi, Kui Er, and Kui San. The three brothers are triplets and just turned eight thousand this year. Don’t be fooled by their silly appearances, and don’t underestimate them.

Since ancient times, Heaven has always been fair, bestowing something on you while inevitably taking something away. Although the Kun clan is born brainless, their physical strength is so formidable that they can almost crush all creatures of the same age, with jaws that can swallow rivers and streams, they are bona fide dominator-level beings. So, don’t provoke them needlessly, for if a fight really breaks out, these three guys will give you a headache."

Upon hearing this, Niu Dali’s eyes sparkled, and he clenched his fists subconsciously as a fighting spirit brewed in his heart...

When Qin Shou heard this, and even Wenqu Star Monarch mentioned getting a headache, it seemed these three blockheads really shouldn’t be taken lightly. They are still minors, so just how fierce would they be when they come of age?

So Qin Shou raised his hand and said, "Sir, isn’t a kun a type of fish?"

Wenqu nodded and said, "More precisely, it’s a kind of fish."

Qin Shou licked his lips, his eyes twinkling with little stars, and stopped talking, silently recalling all the different ways to cook fish from his past life, braised, steamed, spicy, chopped chili fish head... Especially the chopped chili fish head, Qin Shou always felt that the fish heads in his past life weren’t big enough, not satisfying enough. But now, one pot might not be enough to stew them... He was struggling to hold back his drool.