Chapter 4: Taking Advantage of an Unprepared Meow, Abduct the Meow Home!

After Feng Xixing walked out the door, he first placed a barrier on it. Only after confirming Lin Chuyun couldn’t run away and no one else could enter did he turn and head to the Back Mountain.

The sky outside was still dark. The entire Spirit Cloud Peak was shrouded in night, appearing quite deep and secluded.

Spirit Cloud Peak was located on the outermost edge of the Star Point Sect. Because of Lin Chuyun’s eccentric temper, besides him and Feng Xixing, no other disciples lived there.

Similarly, because Lin Chuyun disliked his disciple Feng Xixing, the latter was placed in the most remote corner of Spirit Cloud Peak.

Taking a couple of extra steps behind Feng Xixing’s Bamboo Hut would lead directly into the Star Point Sect’s Back Mountain.

The Back Mountain of the Star Point Sect was home to all kinds of Spirit Beasts and Spirit Plants nourished by Spirit Qi.

The sect did not forbid its disciples from entering the Back Mountain; as long as you could come out alive, you could take the Spirit Medicine and Spirit Beasts from within. But the place was also fraught with danger. If your strength was insufficient, not coming back out was a possibility.

In the past, a Golden Core stage disciple, believing himself strong enough, had tried to enter the depths of the Back Mountain. In the end, his Soul Lamp extinguished, and no one knew where he died.

Afterward, the number of disciples entering the Back Mountain dropped significantly.

Feng Xixing followed a small path to the Back Mountain but did not enter through the main entrance. Instead, he circled around, found a different cliff, and jumped straight down.

At the base of the cliff was a pool of ice—a frozen pond. Feng Xixing plunged into the water, causing no splash or sound. Moments later, ripples spread across the pool’s surface. Feng Xixing floated up from the lake and was delivered to the shore by a sheet of ice.

Feng Xixing glanced at the clothes on his body and raised an eyebrow. The Ice Void Robe was indeed a Heaven-grade Magic Treasure, completely isolating the chilling cold of the Ice Pool and repelling any trace of water.

Without further thought, Feng Xixing caught two Spirit Fish from the Ice Pool and returned along the original path to the Bamboo Hut.

The barrier on the door showed no signs of being touched. Feng Xixing’s expression softened slightly. He pushed the door open, his gaze sweeping toward the bed.

Nothing.

Feng Xixing frowned, his eyes quickly scanning the room. But Lin Chuyun was a black cat to begin with, and it was still dark outside—he actually failed to find him for a moment.

“Shizun?” Feng Xixing called out, closing the door behind him with one hand.

“Meow…” A weak, feeble meow came from beside the bed.

Feng Xixing walked over quickly and finally saw the little black cat. A tiny, curled-up ball, huddled in the corner of the bed, shrouded by shadows. He hadn’t noticed it at all on his first glance.

“Shizun.” Feng Xixing bent down and scooped the little black ball into his arms.

Lin Chuyun was so hungry he barely had the strength to open his eyes. Instinctively, he shrank deeper into Feng Xixing’s embrace, realizing this abnormal hunger was unusual, but having no idea what had happened to his own body.

Feng Xixing carefully held the little black ball up and placed a Spirit Fish near the little black cat’s mouth. Yet the little black cat stubbornly refused to open its mouth. Feng Xixing frowned and gently shook the little black ball.

“Shizun?”

The little black ball showed no reaction whatsoever. The whole cat lay limp and soft. Feng Xixing frowned, flipped the Little Kitten in his hand over, and realized Lin Chuyun had already lost consciousness.

No matter how one looked at it, Lin Chuyun was a Nascent Soul stage Cultivator. Even if he’d been boosted entirely by Pills, how could he suddenly become this weak?

Feng Xixing was inwardly perplexed. After a moment of hesitation, he channeled a wisp of Spirit Power through Lin Chuyun’s meridians for a cycle. When he opened his eyes again, a flicker of surprise and gravity crossed them.

The Spirit Power in Lin Chuyun’s Qi Sea was completely gone!

Even his own Spirit Qi, the moment it approached Lin Chuyun’s Qi Sea, was directly sucked in. Had Feng Xixing not severed the connection in time, his own Spirit Power would have been drained as well.

Feng Xixing tested it twice more with his Spirit Power and finally discovered the anomaly.

Deep within Lin Chuyun’s Qi Sea, a faint point of light had appeared at some unknown time. All Spirit Power that came near it was absorbed.

Now, the Spirit Power in Lin Chuyun’s body was completely exhausted, and the light point had begun absorbing his life force. This was why Lin Chuyun had fainted.

But wasn’t this situation supposed to only happen to un-transformed Spirit Beasts? Lin Chuyun was clearly a Human Cultivator, so why was this happening to him?

Feng Xixing looked at the little black ball in his palm, his brows slightly furrowed. Lin Chuyun was now unconscious. If there was no other Spirit Power to replenish him, Lin Chuyun’s life force would slowly be drained, and he would die just like that.

He idly poked the little furry ball a couple of times. Because he had lost consciousness, the little furball was uncharacteristically docile, offering no objections—even his usually irritable Tail Tip drooped limply.

Even though they were similarly soft to the touch, Feng Xixing felt it wasn’t as pleasant as touching the Black Dumpling when he was awake.

“Lin Chuyun,” Feng Xixing spoke, his tone very calm. “I can save you. But from this day forward, your life belongs to me.”

“If you object, you can speak now.”

The room was perfectly silent. Feng Xixing’s lips curved up in a smile. “Then, you agree.”

…

Lin Chuyun woke from unconsciousness again. It was already daylight outside. He stared speechlessly at the ceiling, his tail tip twitching.

Why is it that when other people transmigrate, they dominate heaven and earth, one-handedly slaying monsters, but when I transmigrate, I faint twice in less than three days! And why did the Little Disciple have to lay him on his back? This position is so uncomfortable with his tail squashed!

Lin Chuyun expertly rolled over. His tail had just managed a cheerful swish when it suddenly froze.

Feng Xixing was lying right beside him—so close that the tips of his cat ears could feel the warmth of the other’s breath.

Jade-green Cat Pupils blinked cautiously. His tail slowly settled onto the bed as well. The Little Kitten tentatively sniffed with its nose tip. Seeing that Feng Xixing hadn’t woken up, he let out a sigh of relief.

The Little Disciple seemed exhausted, his features marked with weariness. His lips, usually curved in a smile, were tightly pressed. His brows were slightly furrowed, making him look rather serious.

Lin Chuyun slowed his breathing, his soft paw pads landing on the bed without making a single sound. He carefully approached Feng Xixing, his whiskers quivering slightly.

Come to think of it, Feng Xixing was only sixteen years old.

The book never mentioned what happened to Feng Xixing after he left the sect. But a sixteen-year-old Human Cultivator youth in the Devil Realm—how much torment must he have endured to become the Devil Lord, a name that made people turn pale, over a decade later?

Lin Chuyun couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. The little black cat carefully sidled closer to the youth, gently pressing a soft paw pad against the space between Feng Xixing’s brows, letting out a low meow.

Kid, from now on, I’ll protect you!

Lin Chuyun still felt a faint lingering hunger, but it wasn’t as unbearable as before. He had no idea what the Little Disciple had fed him while he was asleep.

Seeing that Feng Xixing wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, Lin Chuyun set about doing something he’d wanted to do for a long time.

Marking his territory!

As a feline creature, he absolutely could not accept his territory lacking his scent!

Starting from the bed, Lin Chuyun tottered around in a circle, diligently leaving his scent in every corner. Once he’d covered the bed, Lin Chuyun began to ponder how to get down.

Feng Xixing’s bed wasn’t overly tall—maybe half a meter. Lin Chuyun assessed his own body length. If his two front paws could grip the edge of the bed, it seemed he could probably manage the jump down?

No sooner said than done. Without much thought, Lin Chuyun followed his plan: two front paws hooked onto the edge of the bed, hind paws stretching downward, feeling around.

However, after struggling for a long while, his hind paws touched nothing. Instead, his front paws began to lose their grip on the bed, slowly slipping downward.

Just as he was about to fall, Lin Chuyun could only quickly release his front paws. With a flick of his little tail, he landed, barely sticking the landing at the very last moment.

Lin Chuyun breathed a sigh of relief, licked his slightly sore pads a couple of times, then swayed his little tail and continued his grand mission.

Behind him, Feng Xixing slowly unclenched his fist. His Spiritual Consciousness remained tightly fixed on that reckless little black cat. Only after confirming the black cat was walking without any problems did he inwardly relax.

Feng Xixing had already woken up the moment Lin Chuyun rolled over.

Even if the current Lin Chuyun seemed completely harmless, Feng Xixing would not forget this person’s insidious and vicious nature. He would never allow himself to sleep soundly, unguarded, beside an enemy.

When Lin Chuyun approached, Feng Xixing had already secretly channeled his Spirit Power. Had Lin Chuyun dared to make a move, he would have finished him off directly.

And yet… thinking of the few seconds of soft touch on his forehead, Feng Xixing’s mood was exceptionally complicated. He still suspected he might have been possessed, to have spent his own Spirit Power saving Lin Chuyun.

The little black cat was happily running around the room. Where yesterday it had stumbled over its own tail, today it had already completely come to grips with the new way of walking.

The Bamboo Hut wasn’t large, but for a tiny kitten, it was enough to keep it busy. Lin Chuyun meticulously scurried all around, dropping to the floor exhausted, too tired to even wag his tail tip.

Now only the table and chairs were left. Lin Chuyun recovered his strength somewhat, then ran over to a chair. He circled the chair once, finding a good angle.

Running start—leap—SPLAT against the chair leg.

The little black ball was knocked dizzy, reeling for a long time before coming to his senses. He stretched out a little paw, wanting to touch the spot where he’d hit himself, only to find his paw wasn’t quite long enough.

Lin Chuyun’s disappointment had just surfaced when a pair of hands reached over and gently rubbed the little black cat’s head. Before Lin Chuyun could even feel alarm, he smelled a familiar scent and began purring instinctively.

The aching spot was properly soothed. Lin Chuyun turned his head and looked at the youth behind him. “Meow.”

Sorry, I woke you up.

Feng Xixing couldn’t understand him, thinking Lin Chuyun was urging him to be lifted onto the table. So he reached out and placed the little black cat on his palm, then stood up, setting his fingertips on the tabletop.

Lin Chuyun still wasn’t quite comfortable with suddenly being elevated. His tail was slightly tense, Cat Pupils fixed on Feng Xixing’s fingers, not daring to look down.

Feng Xixing’s fingers were very pleasant to look at: distinct knuckles, long and slender fingertips. But Lin Chuyun felt that the place his paw pads were stepping on wasn’t quite right.

He lifted one hind paw and looked down. On Feng Xixing’s palm was a long, conspicuous scar. The scar stretched across almost his entire palm, as if… Feng Xixing had once grabbed the blade of a sword with his bare hands.

“Meow meow meow?” Lin Chuyun looked questioningly at Feng Xixing.

Where did that injury come from?

Feng Xixing thought he was showing disdain and reached out to set the little kitten on the table. But the little black cat had just steadied itself on the table when it came scurrying back, tail wagging, a little paw pressing down on one end of the scar, serious jade-green Cat Pupils looking at him. “Meow meow meow??”

Feng Xixing was silent for a moment, then said: “Two years ago. From a fight.”

Two years ago?? He was fourteen?? Lin Chuyun got angry. The little black cat’s tail tip bristled, pacing around frantically on Feng Xixing’s hand. “Meow meow meow meow?”

Who hit you??? Don’t they know you need to protect children!!

Feng Xixing chuckled softly, teasing the tips of the little black cat’s ears. He didn’t continue the topic. “What did Shizun want to do earlier?”

Reminded, Lin Chuyun turned and meticulously trotted around the table.

Feng Xixing watched that busy little figure, his expression flickering uncertainly.

That scar hadn’t come about as simply as he’d implied.

Every three years, the Star Point Sect’s disciples would hold a Grand Tournament, with the top three winning Magic Treasures. Two years ago was the first time Feng Xixing participated in the Grand Tournament.

He had already achieved Foundation Establishment at the time. Although the other disciples all had Magic Treasures and Spirit Medicine bestowed by their Shizuns, and he alone had nothing, Feng Xixing had still forced his way through to the third round.

Then, on the night before the fourth round’s match, Feng Xixing was ambushed.

That person had originally intended to cripple his Spiritual Root directly but didn’t succeed. This scar on his palm was left from that incident. Although it was too dark for Feng Xixing to see the attacker’s face clearly, he had clearly seen that sword.

It was his Shizun’s Spirit Sword. And his opponent for the next day was Bai Linghan.

The little black cat finished his lap around the table. Satisfied, he returned to Feng Xixing, quite naturally stepping onto Feng Xixing’s palm. “Meow meow meow~”

Disciple, disciple, I’m done!

Feng Xixing looked at the little kitten for a moment, then his expression softened. “Yes, Shizun.”