Chapter 94 It’s Actually a Kitten

Bai Qingchen's consciousness floated in the burning pain, and the other half of the blood in his body seemed to want to burn him completely from the inside out.

The demonic power washed over his Foundation Establishment stage body uncontrollably, almost tearing it apart.

Just when his consciousness was about to be completely annihilated by this violent force, a cool and gentle breath suddenly enveloped him.

The breath was not strong, but it carried a gentle and irresistible aura, gently soothing his pain and temporarily blocking the endless burning sensation.

Afterwards, he seemed to fall into an embrace with a faint bitter medicinal fragrance. The scent was inexplicably familiar, which made him feel at ease unconsciously. He relaxed a little and fell into a semi-conscious state.

Later, he was immersed in a strange liquid.

The cool liquid enveloped him, containing extremely pure and peaceful energy, which seeped into every part of his body.

The violent and agitated demon blood in his body, which was about to explode, seemed to be gently stroked by an invisible and gentle hand. It gradually restrained its ferocity and became a little docile.

It began to merge with his human bloodline in a slower and safer way.

Something hidden deep in the soul is quietly awakened by this peaceful power.

In the gap between the fusion when the pain eased a little and his consciousness had a brief respite, a completely unfamiliar fragment of memory broke into his mind without warning.

He, or rather, he in his previous life, was standing in front of Mo Zhiyuan at this moment.

The surrounding scene was blurry, as if it was on a misty mountain top, or under the corridor of a palace.

Mo Zhiyuan was extremely excited, which was completely different from the image in Bai Qingchen's memory of him who always observed etiquette and was calm and composed.

His eyes were obviously red, and those eyes that were always as deep as a cold pond and full of love were now filled with sadness that was about to overflow, as well as a kind of almost humble begging.

He tightly grasped his own cool hand hanging at his side, controlling the strength so as not to feel any discomfort or pain.

Bai Qingchen could not hear the conversation between himself and Mo Zhiyuan in his previous life.

Facing Mo Zhiyuan's pleading, her face remained the same as usual, and she kept looking at him with a smile.

Slowly but firmly, she pried open Mo Zhiyuan's clenched hands one finger at a time.

The hand that had broken free from its restraints cupped Mo Zhiyuan's face and slowly placed a kiss on his lips.

Then he stuffed the sword, which was inlaid with dark blue crystals, and was crystal white and emitting a biting cold air, into Mo Zhiyuan's hand.

She opened her thin lips slightly, as if saying something to Mo Zhiyuan.

The cool touch of the sword seemed to come through overlapping memories.

Mo Zhiyuan, the powerful Mo Zhiyuan who seemed to never be defeated by anything and always stood in the clouds, actually... shed tears?

Hot tears slid down from the corners of his red eyes, silently dripping onto Bai Qingchen's hands that had just held his cheek but had now separated.

The picture stops abruptly here, like a lake into which a stone is thrown. After the ripples dissipate, only confusion remains.

This was the first time Bai Qingchen saw Mo Zhiyuan like this since he regained his memory. He was so humble and fragile. It was also the first time he saw himself like this. His expression was the same as before, yet cold and resolute.

This sudden fragment of memory came and went quickly, soon becoming blurred and dissipated, and was once again overwhelmed by the pain brought by the fusion of blood.

There are ripples on the water beside the Jingxin Spring.

The snow-white kitten that Bai Qingchen transformed into gradually stretched out its curled-up posture and was enveloped by a soft and steady light.

In the light, the kitten's body slowly stretched and changed, and finally turned into a human form again.

He sat cross-legged in the clear spring water, his eyes closed, his wet black hair stuck to his neck, his ears drooping, his face still a little pale, but the abnormal heat and pain from before had faded.

A faint white halo emanated from his body. Although his aura was weak, it was gradually growing stronger at a steady pace.

He was obviously in a deep state of meditation, fully accepting and digesting the final inherited memories and power from the Xingxiu Black Cat clan.

Time passed bit by bit, and Bai Qingchen, who received the inheritance, gradually shrank from an adult to the size of a five or six-year-old child.

According to the age calculation of the demon clan, Bai Qingchen is still just an underage demon. Even Lan Yu is older than him. With the fusion of the two bloodlines, his current appearance is what he should look like as a demon.

Bai Feng, who was waiting quietly on the side, saw that his condition had completely stabilized and the chaotic aura around him had become calm. His slightly furrowed brows finally relaxed and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and spoke to Lan Jin, who had been standing quietly by the side, as if blending into the surrounding environment.

"Thank you, Chief Lan, for lending me the Pure Heart Spring. I have agreed to your previous request."

Lan Jin, the youngest patriarch of the Qingqiu Fox Clan of this generation, bowed gracefully upon hearing this.

He had just the right smile on his face, neither appearing overly enthusiastic nor indifferent.

"Senior Bai, you are too kind. Young Master Bai has done Qingqiu a favor and is its benefactor. It is a blessing for Qingqiu to be able to help him safely overcome this difficult time. I, Lan, will need to rely on Senior Bai for the things I have entrusted to you."

His eyes seemed to accidentally sweep over Bai Qingchen, who was still meditating with his eyes closed in the spring. The gold-painted folding fan in his hand opened with a swish. The movement was smooth and natural, just enough to cover the lower half of his face.

Only one slightly curved fox eye was revealed, revealing a shrewd and inquiring light, and a barely perceptible trace of inquiry was hidden deep in the eye.

In fact, as early as the first time he met Bai Qingchen, Lan Jin vaguely sensed the extremely weak demonic aura on him, which was completely different from that of ordinary human cultivators.

The aura was very strange, ancient and obscure, but it was too thin at the time, and Bai Qingchen was obviously a human cultivator in terms of both appearance and cultivation level.

He was unable to determine which demon clan it belonged to, so he just treated it as an ordinary little cat demon and did not delve into it too much.

Until recently, Bai Feng, who had clearly transformed into a demon and whose bloodline was on the verge of a violent backlash, and who could no longer maintain his human form, hurried to Qingqiu with Bai Qingchen.

Lan Jin's guess was finally confirmed when he directly requested to borrow the clan's sacred spring, the Pure Heart Spring, and without hesitation took out the ancient scroll that exuded an extremely ancient aura, with clear patterns of the movement of stars and the black cat totem, and densely packed records of inheritance next to it.

Bai Qingchen was actually involved in the great war between immortals and demons initiated by the demon cultivators four hundred years ago that swept across the entire world of immortal cultivation.

The only remaining descendant of the Xingxiu Black Cat Clan, which was targeted and hunted by the evil cultivators and was considered to have been completely wiped out by almost all the immortal sects and demon clans, is now wandering around and no one knows how he managed to survive.

What made Lan Jin's heart surge even more was that why did Bai Feng, the former master of Yaowang Valley and an important figure in the world of immortal cultivation, have such a well-preserved inheritance map of the Xingxiu Black Cat clan in his hands?

Its intention and the origin behind it make one curious when thinking about it carefully. It cannot be explained by simple accidental acquisition or collection for interest.

Behind the gold-painted fan, Lan Jin's mouth curled up in a very faint but meaningful arc.

The world of immortal cultivation has been stable for four hundred years, but behind this long-silent surface, perhaps some unusual waves are finally about to arise.

The ancient and unique bloodline power of the Xingxiu Black Cat clan finally awakened and integrated completely in Bai Qingchen's body.

Fragments of memories about this clan also emerged. They were not known for their absolute military power, but were born with an extraordinary talent for spying on and even intervening in time and space.

It was precisely because of this heaven-defying power that during the war between immortals and demons, the demon cultivators attempted to use its power to completely open up the passage between the two worlds. The massacre against the Black Cat Clan was extremely brutal.

The little demon that Bai Qingchen accidentally rescued in his previous life, who even had difficulty transforming, is probably the last Star Black Cat in this world.

And he, by accident, became the heir to this power.

I don’t know how long it took, but I gradually regained consciousness.