Transmigrating to the Beast World and Raising Cubs with a Black Panther

Bai Ze leaned closer to take a sniff, and was jolted awake by the strong medicinal broth. He jumped up, took several steps back, and scrunched up his face, saying, "Brother..."

Mo calmly said, "Come here."

Like an ostrich, Bai Ze buried his head in the animal skin blanket wrapped around his body, leaving only a small gap, and stealthily moved towards the cave entrance little by little.

Mo stood up, but before he could speak, there was a "thud" as Bai Ze crashed into the wall.

The child peeked out blankly, a red mark on his fair forehead. Through the thick animal hide, it didn't hurt much, but it felt a little... embarrassing.

Mo thought he was still dazed from the impact, so she quickly went over, cupped his head, and carefully examined it by circling it: "Does it hurt a lot?"

Are you dizzy?

Bai Ze glanced at the medicine bowl lying forlornly to the side, his eyes suddenly darting around, then he clutched his forehead and squatted down: "It hurts so much!"

"Waaah... Brother..."

Mo visibly tensed up.

Bai Ze was still quite guilty, and would steal glances at Mo from time to time, muttering softly, "Hey, brother, my head hurts so much, I feel dizzy, I'm going to go to sleep."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine after a nap."

"Go find Yan and play together."

He had only taken a couple of steps when Mo grabbed his clothes and pulled him back. He stared at the silly, sly expression on the child's face and almost laughed in exasperation.

"This medicine also treats head injuries," Mo said without changing his expression. "Drink one more bowl and the pain and dizziness will subside."

The child stared in disbelief: "Huh?"

Being a picky eater is one thing, but when he's sick he refuses to take medicine. Mo felt that the child shouldn't be spoiled too much, so he simply grabbed Bai Ze around the waist and dragged him to the table, pushing the bowl in front of him: "Drink it quickly, it'll get cold soon."

Bai Ze said with a long face, "The color is like chicken poop, even Da Huang can't drink it."

Mo didn't understand and remained unmoved, only focused on making sure the child drank his medicine quickly. He had just touched the child and felt that he was a little hot, and he didn't want the fever to rise again.

Bai Ze climbed onto Mo's lap, wrapped his arms around his neck, and shook him, bargaining, "Brother, can I drink half?"

"No good." Mo feigned a cold face. "If you keep dawdling, I'll throw you into the snowdrift outside."

"Don't sleep with me tonight either."

Bai Ze sniffed, lowered his eyes, opened his mouth with a pitiful expression, and after finishing a bowl of medicine, half of his eyes were red.

Mo pulled him close, her tone softening slightly: "Don't cry."

The child turned his face away: "I didn't cry."

Mo stuffed a lump of semi-solidified honey into his mouth.

The bitterness subsided, and the child's expression became less "fierce." After brooding for a while, he started clinging to Mo again, calling him "brother."

As evening fell, the hunting party returned. Xiao took Lan to collect food, while Mo sat by the fire, staring at the croaking beast stewing in the pot.

Bai Ze leaned on Mo's shoulder; when he was sick and unwell, he was also listless.

Mo patted him on the back and asked, "Do you want to go to sleep?"

The child shook his head and murmured, "Brother, I want to pet a cat."

Since he couldn't take care of the child in his beast form, Mo thought for a moment and then revealed his ears and tail.

Suddenly feeling a tickle in his nose, Bai Ze looked up and saw a fluffy tail brushing against his face. Following the tail upwards, he noticed that Mo's originally black and fluffy hair now had two semi-circular ears.

The child's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape in disbelief: "Brother... Brother?"

Mo looked up: "What's wrong?"

Bai Ze called out again, "Brother?"

Mo looked at him strangely: "Did you get brain damage from the fever?"

"Brother!" Bai Ze suddenly straightened up, then hugged Mo's neck tightly, asking excitedly, "Are you a fairy transformed from a kitten?"

Mo was used to the child's strange and unusual remarks: "I don't understand."

Bai Ze touched the tip of his ear, as if he had found some rare treasure: "Brother, I like you so much~"

Mo's lips curled up: "Behave yourself."

Bai Ze snuggled up to him and rubbed his face against his fluffy tail, instantly feeling much more energetic.

After dinner, the family sat around the fire. Bai Ze was held in Lan's arms, and Lan played with the tip of Mo's tail with her fingers until the child fell asleep. Only then did Mo carefully pull its tail back.

The next day, Bai Ze was much better, but he was too sick to go out and play, so he had to stay in the cave. The child sat bored on the animal skin mat and drew pictures with a charred wooden stick.

Mo came in from outside, shook the snow off his clothes, and asked Bai Ze what he wanted to eat for lunch.

After drinking several doses of bitter medicine, the child really wanted snacks, even if all he could say was, "I want to eat... lollipops, potato chips, jelly, dried plums, spicy strips..."

Mo thought he was delirious from the fever, so he quickly touched his forehead, looking very confused. He decided to go to the shaman again.

The medicine made Bai Ze sleepy, and sometimes he couldn't sleep at night. So Mo would transform into his beast form, carry the child, and circle around the cave until he heard a yawn coming from his back, then he would return to the bedside.

Bai Ze woke up at night with red eyes.

Mo sat up and asked him what was wrong.

The child said he misses his maternal grandparents.

Mo didn't speak. After a moment, he covered him with the blanket again and whispered, "I'll take you to find him after the cold snap."

Bai Ze drifted off to sleep again, still feeling groggy.

In the dim light, Mo looked at the child who was leaning towards him, and only closed his eyes again after a long time.

A few days later, the child was completely cured and became lively again. Early in the morning, he ran to the bushes near the cave to rummage through the remaining snow, preparing to build another snowman.

Mo was carrying a stack of firewood, walking slowly towards this place, when suddenly he heard a terrified cry—"Meow!"

He threw down his things and ran away. Then, in the snowdrift, he found a small, silvery-white lynx, its fur bristling and its round, blue eyes filled with panic.

Mo was stunned.

"Meow~" Upon seeing Mo, the little lynx anxiously ran towards him, stumbling and falling every two steps.

Mo tentatively called out, "Bai Ze?"

"Meow~" Bai Ze tried to paw at him with his two front paws, "Meow..."

Mo breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the little lynx.

Bai Ze was terrified, its fluffy head pressed against him: "Meow~"

Brother, what should I do? I'm not human anymore.

"All sub-beastman cubs are like this," Mo said, seeing Bai Ze's helplessness and confusion. "They'll turn back after a while."

He asked, "Is anything bothering you?"

The little lynx shook its head, then rubbed its belly with its paw: "Meow~"

I'm so hungry.

Mo Tingya's father had said that the offspring of the beastmen would work hard to grow during their beast form period, which would also increase their appetite.

He thought this was a good thing, so he immediately carried the baby lynx back to the cave to prepare a fire and cook, hoping to fatten the child up.