Otaku Translation: Honey Badger's Streaming Life C88

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Emerging from a dense grove of camphor trees, Wang Ping’s view suddenly opened up. Beyond the forest, the slope was covered with waist-high tea bushes, each bush resembling a giant dumpling nestled snugly against its neighbor. The rows of tea plants were meticulously aligned along the terraced hills, layer upon layer, spiraling upward like green ribbons wrapped around the mountain's waist. In the soft glow of dawn, wisps of mist drifted lazily among the bushes, giving the scene an almost otherworldly aura.

"If there are any immortals here," a certain honey badger mused to himself, "they must have a thing for meatballs..."

Dahei trotted past a cluster of tea bushes near the forest edge and ambled forward along the narrow paths between the rows of plants. Its nose twitched occasionally as it sniffed at the ground, its face set in an expression of grim determination. The tea fields stretched endlessly from the base of the mountain near the forest all the way to the summit, disappearing into the mist on the horizon.

Peering over Dahei’s back, Wang Ping noticed a large bamboo grove near the top of the hill, with what appeared to be a pavilion faintly visible amid the swaying stalks.

Dahei seemed determined to patrol every inch of the mountain as though it were its solemn duty. It methodically followed the winding paths between the rows of tea bushes, never deviating from its self-imposed task. At first, Wang Ping had the patience to accompany it. But when Dahei reached the end of the first row, circled around the outermost bushes, and began retracing its steps along the second row, Wang Ping lost his temper.

"Damn it, I’ve never seen such a stubborn dog in my life!"

Earlier, halfway through their journey, Wang Ping had spotted a staircase leading straight to the summit in the middle of the tea plantation. It was clearly built not for tourists but likely for the convenience of tea pickers traveling up and down the mountain. When Dahei passed by the staircase again during its second lap, Wang Ping leapt off its back and dashed toward the steps, leaving the dog behind.

“Woof!”

“Woof, woof!”

Sensing Wang Ping’s departure, Dahei froze mid-step, turned its head, and barked loudly after the fleeing badger. Seeing that Wang Ping paid no heed, Dahei hesitated for a moment, glanced at the tea bushes in front of it, then back at Wang Ping. With a grumble, it finally gave chase.

Wang Ping climbed the stairs for a while before slowing down. The steps were steep—each one taller than his legs—and he struggled to ascend, resorting to using both hands and feet in an awkward scramble. Jumping up would have been easy enough, but glancing ahead at the seemingly endless flight of hundreds of steps, Wang Ping quickly abandoned that idea.

It didn’t take long for Dahei to catch up. It barked twice and started circling Wang Ping, trying to nudge closer only to be pushed away by the irritated honey badger. At one point, Wang Ping considered climbing onto Dahei’s back to let the dog carry him to the summit. But every time he attempted this, Dahei immediately bolted downhill, ignoring Wang Ping’s protests.

After several failed attempts, Wang Ping found himself not only unable to reach the summit but actually getting closer to the base of the mountain. Frustrated, he gave up on the idea of using Dahei as a mount and resumed climbing the stairs the hard way.

Dahei, however, remained persistent. It trailed closely behind Wang Ping, poking its head forward whenever the honey badger wasn’t looking and attempting to push it back down the slope with its nose. No matter how many times Wang Ping slapped it, the dog refused to stop.

By the time Wang Ping finally reached the summit, his paws ached from slapping Dahei so much. The dog looked utterly dejected, retreating slightly whenever Wang Ping turned to glare at it, lowering its head and peeking at the honey badger out of the corner of its eye.

"You idiot," Wang Ping muttered, leaning against the final step to catch his breath. "You’re just like Gu Lang—always remembering food but forgetting punishment."

Climbing over the last step, Wang Ping stood up and surveyed the area. It was clear that considerable effort had gone into maintaining the mountaintop. The peak had been leveled and planted with a vast expanse of bamboo. A cement-paved path led to an octagonal pavilion perched near the edge of the cliff.

Instead of entering the pavilion, Wang Ping skirted around it and headed deeper into the bamboo grove toward the rear of the mountain. Behind him, Dahei barked urgently, jumping around Wang Ping as if alarmed about something.

Ignoring the dog, Wang Ping pressed onward. The bamboo grove was small but densely packed, and it took some time before the terrain opened up again. But just as he reached the edge of the grove, Wang Ping stopped dead in his tracks.

Before him lay a sheer cliff, dropping off precipitously into the void below. A gust of wind swept past, sending a chill down his spine—or rather, his badger spine.

No wonder Grandmother Sheng hadn’t planted tea all the way to the summit; instead, she’d cultivated this thick bamboo forest. It served as a natural barrier, discouraging anyone from wandering too close to the dangerous edge. After all, who would bother trekking through dense bamboo for fun?

On the opposite side of the ravine, another slope rose into the distance, shrouded in mist. Wang Ping vaguely recalled Gu Lang mentioning earlier that this direction led toward Xijing Mountain Scenic Area. As he gazed across the peaks, a golden glow began spreading across the horizon, lighting up the clouds like a celestial halo. The sun was about to rise.

Standing at the edge of the open space, Wang Ping straightened up, took a deep breath, and let out a loud roar.

"Aoouu—"

But before he could finish, he felt a sharp tug at his waist. A pair of powerful jaws clamped down on his fur, dragging him backward with surprising force. His cry was cut short as he was yanked into the safety of the bamboo grove.

Only when they were safely away from the cliff did Dahei release its grip. It barked twice and then proceeded to lick Wang Ping enthusiastically.

"To hell with you!" Wang Ping snapped, delivering a sharp slap to Dahei’s snout. This time, he put real strength behind it, and the dog whimpered, retreating a few steps. But instead of running away, Dahei positioned itself firmly between Wang Ping and the cliff, growling low in warning.

"You crazy mutt..." Wang Ping muttered, rubbing the spot on his lower back where Dahei had bitten him. Aside from a bit of slobber, there were no wounds or injuries.

As he calmed down, Wang Ping studied Dahei thoughtfully. Despite being scolded—and even hit—the dog still stood protectively in front of him, blocking the dangerous drop-off.

Dogs, after all, weren’t like cats. Even the most eccentric ones had their limits.

"This stupid dog... Did he seriously think I was going to jump off?"

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