"Sister, although it can speak, its strength is only at the Qi Refining stage," the little demoness reminded kindly, not dwelling on the form of address. "It's of no help in combat."
"Whether it helps in combat or not isn't important," the female cultivator said, her eyes gleaming as she looked at Banana-kun. "How about I trade you this magic treasure for it?"
"Wouldn't that be a loss for you?" the little demoness asked, perplexed. "Your magic treasure is clearly better than it."
"But magic treasures are lifeless objects," the female cultivator declared, her eyes shining. "However, this banana can move and talk!"
Banana-kun looked at the female cultivator with bewilderment.
Though it didn't know why she was so interested in it, it didn't feel like anything good...
"Perhaps we should pass on this," the little demoness politely refused. "After all, this belongs to my husband, and I can't make decisions for him."
"Then... alright..." the female cultivator sighed with evident regret.
As they continued their shopping, the little demoness remained in a state of confusion.
From time to time, female cultivators would approach her, asking if she was selling the banana.
"Sister, why are all these women so interested in a big banana?" the little demoness finally voiced her lingering question.
"This..." the female cultivator sighed. "It seems you and your husband get along very well..."
The little demoness scratched her head in bewilderment.
Why were all the female cultivators in Geshan City so strange...
The two parted ways in the evening.
After dinner, Shanji and Banana-kun sat on the rooftop to watch the stars.
More precisely, Shanji sat on the rooftop, with Banana-kun perched on its neck...
"The human world is indeed fascinating," Banana-kun mused, reflecting on the day's experiences. "Today was quite rewarding."
"Indeed..." Shanji replied perfunctorily. "Congratulations then."
"Shanji, you seem a bit unhappy?" Banana-kun noticed its friend's altered mood.
"I'm frustrated!" Shanji complained. "Why do all those beautiful girls like you so much, and yet ignore me completely!"
"I don't know either," Banana-kun replied, raising a banana peel in a gesture of scratching its head. "This question has been bothering me all day."
"My luck is unbalanced..." Shanji sighed. "But it's not your fault. Just consider me horny..."
"Shanji, you don't need to worry," Banana-kun gently patted its friend's neck. "At least you have me as a good friend, right? Our meeting amidst the vast sea of demons is such a wondrous fate."
As the night deepened, the two demons seemed to have exhausted their topics and fell into a quiet contemplation.
Because Banana-kun mentioned feeling cold, Shanji shielded it with its wings.
Banana-kun offered a grateful remark and wrapped its banana peel around Shanji's claws.
"Having a good friend is truly a delightful thing for a demon," Banana-kun said, gently rubbing its banana core against Shanji's leg.
Shanji didn't reply but tightened its wings more securely.
Banana-kun's words about friendship warmed Shanji's heart.
Indeed, becoming its good friend was a joyous occasion.
At least, it no longer felt as lonely and bored as before.
While touched, Shanji also sensed something was slightly amiss.
"Banana-kun, could you stop rubbing against my leg?"
"I read in a book that friction can generate warmth."
"But you haven't read books, have you?"
"Oh, don't mind the little details."
...
The next morning.
As per their agreement before parting yesterday, the little demoness went shopping again after having a satisfying meal.
Learning from yesterday's lesson, she didn't bring the chicken-banana duo out with her today.
Being constantly stared at by those female cultivators gave her the feeling of being paraded like a monkey.
Upon meeting, the female cultivator was somewhat disappointed that the little demoness hadn't brought Banana-kun.
Meanwhile, the Banana-kun she had been longing for was currently strolling through the streets with Shanji.
A gust of wind blew by.
A female cultivator's skirt was lifted.
"Slap!"
"Senior Brother, I never thought you were that kind of person!" the female cultivator exclaimed, covering her skirt with a flushed face and glaring at her senior brother.
"Junior Sister, it wasn't me!" the senior brother wailed, covering his face. "It was that chicken that just ran past that lifted your skirt..."
"Without the courage to admit your mistake, Senior Brother, I was wrong about you!"
"Junior Sister, I'm telling the truth!"
...
The two chased each other, gradually disappearing into the crowd.
Near a small alleyway.
"This intoxicating feeling," Shanji said, placing its wings near its nose with a look of ecstasy. "I absolutely adore it!"
Seeing its entranced and reminiscent expression, it resembled a pervert.
"What a pity..." Shanji's tone shifted, and it sighed. "We demon beasts are always the weaker party..."
"What do you mean by that?" Banana-kun asked curiously.
"These girls actually wear clothes when they go out, which clearly shows a lack of trust in us!" Shanji grumbled indignantly. "Wearing skirts is one thing, but why wear anything underneath!"
"Shanji, your logic seems flawed," Banana-kun analyzed with a serious expression. "Besides, humans wear clothes out of a sense of shame; it seems they haven't done anything wrong."
"But we demon beasts never wear clothes!" Shanji retorted. "Humans call themselves the superior race, yet they don't live as openly as we demon beasts. Humph!"
"Hmm... Have you considered the factor of demon beasts having fur?" Banana-kun paused. "Isn't the fur of demon beasts essentially their clothing?"
The air instantly fell silent...
A few seconds later.
"Brother Jiao," Shanji turned its head and said seriously, "If you continue like this, you'll lose me as a friend..."
Banana-kun raised its banana peel in a gesture of confusion.
The entire morning passed amidst Shanji's rogue behavior.
Moreover, this fellow specifically targeted cultivators with lower cultivation than himself, a typical example of bullying the weak.
These female cultivators below the Golden Core stage were essentially at the bottom of society in Geshan City.
Even if they discovered it was Shanji, they usually dared not speak out.
As for those with higher cultivation, they were too lazy to bother with such trivial matters.
Banana-kun found Shanji's behavior very perplexing.
What was so interesting about peeking under skirts?
As it was nearing noon, Shanji decided to do one more thing before heading back for a meal.
Spotting a female cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, Shanji crept closer.
A demonic gust lifted the skirt, and Shanji's wings brushed against her buttocks.
A seamless operation!
However, this time the female cultivator did not scream like the others but looked at the chicken-banana duo with curiosity.
"Shanji, her gaze seems a bit off," Banana-kun warned.
"I see it," Shanji whispered back. "Her eyes look like she wants to devour Brother Ji whole."
"It seems Brother Ji's charm is simply too great to resist," Shanji added boastfully.
Then, they saw the female cultivator smile.
A bright, brilliant smile.
Not only did she smile, but she also beckoned.
The next moment.
Several Nascent Soul stage male cultivators emerged from nowhere and apprehended the two demons on the spot.
"Miss, I believe this is a misunderstanding!" Shanji finally realized the gravity of the situation.
Banana-kun, terrified, dared not speak, clinging to Shanji's neck and trembling...
"It's interesting that it can speak without having transformed," the female cultivator said, examining the two demons with shining eyes. "Come home with me."
And so, the two demons were helplessly taken away...