The Fragile Kitten Went Berserk in the Cultivation World

This year, even little kittens aren't safe from transmigration systems!

As a rusty-spotted cat, the smallest in the world yet capable of independent survival in the rainforest, Ye Kemon h...

Chapter 12 Forehead to Forehead

Chapter 12 Forehead to Forehead

Ye Kemeng knew clearly that she was dreaming.

It was a strange, mysterious feeling, as if everything was learned without a teacher.

In her dream, she transformed back into her original kitten form, with emerald green eyes, lithe limbs, and a fluffy tail.

Ye Kemeng looked around and found that it was a small courtyard. It looked quite old, with the bricks and tiles on the walls worn down by rain and wind, and dark green moss crawling in the gaps.

She leaped and scrambled up the wall, then gracefully strode toward the courtyard gate.

"Star Construction".

This is her and Phoenix's destination.

The kitten tilted its head, feeling as if its memory had been completely blanked out.

All she remembered was how she and Phoenix had finally escaped the black snake and arrived here. She seemed to have fallen asleep as soon as she lay down by the gate, and then she knew nothing more.

The kitten instinctively wanted to find the phoenix.

She walked around the courtyard wall but didn't see a single person.

Is it a phoenix?

The concept of 'dream' gave Ye Kemeng confidence. She leaped down the wall and ran towards the direction from which the sound came.

With light steps and agile movements, it is the best among cats.

The moment Ye Kemeng jumped out of the courtyard, the diligent gray pigeons that were sweeping the yard immediately sensed that something had touched the formation.

But when he tried to sense it carefully, he couldn't detect anything.

The kitten ran out of the yard to follow the sound.

But the sound was strange; after the initial sound, there was no further movement.

Ye Kemeng ran for a while but didn't find any living creatures other than herself. Just as she was getting a little discouraged, she suddenly caught a whiff of blood.

She immediately crouched down and crept towards the direction from which the scent was coming.

The closer you get, the stronger the stench of blood becomes.

Ye Kemeng's curiosity was piqued, and she wanted to see who was bleeding in her dream.

Finally, a person appeared in the kitten's field of vision.

To be precise, it was a person leaning against a big tree with their arms hanging limply at their sides.

The stench of blood emanated from him.

Ye Kemeng was coming right in front of him and got a full look at his face.

He was dressed in black with black hair, had a handsome face, a high nose and thin lips, and his eyes were closed, except for a slight sunken look in his eye sockets. He had a face that could arouse people's protective instincts.

The kitten, however, did not appreciate any of this; it only looked to see if his eyelids twitched.

Out of caution, Ye Kemeng lay in wait for a long time. Seeing that he really didn't move, she finally stepped out from behind the flowers and plants that concealed her figure and walked towards him.

At that moment, the man suddenly opened his eyes, and his hand, which had been hanging by his side, shot out with lightning speed to grab the kitten that had been stealthily approaching.

Before the kitten could even process what was happening, its ears were already pressed against its head. Then, it spun forward and jumped backward, its body seemingly boneless, twisting in an incredible circle in the air to evade the man's grasp.

The man in black was seriously injured. This grab was his full-force attack. In an instant, his energy dissipated, and his spirit visibly declined.

Ye Kemeng thought he was still playing tricks, and angrily hissed again!

"Stop bluffing. Don't you know how weak you are?" The man in black leaned his head back weakly, his eyes filled with mockery. "I never thought I would fall into your hands time and time again, and I didn't even know what this hairy guy was."

He took a slightly labored breath and continued, "By the way, my name is Su Huo. If you ever want to scare someone, don't just breathe like a snake. Just say Su Huo died in front of you, and you'll definitely scare them into kneeling and begging for mercy."

Ye Kemeng completely ignored him.

When she first encountered the phoenix in the canyon, it showed her absolutely no malice.

The night wind rustled the leaves, causing the black-clad man's clothes to clung tightly to his body.

Ye Kemeng then noticed that he seemed to have suffered a serious injury to the lower right side of his collarbone, with a large indentation.

The dented shape was angular and sharp, as if it had been made by a hard object like a brick.

As Ye Kemeng was thinking, the man in black suddenly fell silent, and then, under Ye Kemeng's gaze, he transformed into a small black snake about a foot long.

It looks very familiar.

Ye Kemeng felt that even if the black snake was bluffing, it posed no threat to her. So she slowly stepped forward and, when she was only a claw's distance away from the snake, quickly extended her claw and shoved it. Then she swiftly retracted her claw and retreated.

The black snake was indeed lifeless, like a limp belt, writhing helplessly under the cat's paws.

Ye Kemeng felt relieved and stepped forward to examine the black snake closely.

Below the snake's neck, there was a noticeable indentation. Ye Kemeng leaned closer and sniffed. Amidst the strong smell of blood, there was also a faint, familiar scent of herself.

Thinking of the brick, Ye Kemeng inexplicably connected it to the "Rules for Disciples of Kyushu Academy" that she had smashed during the day.

"...This dream is so strange." Ye Kemeng muttered to herself, "How could a book possibly kill a snake?"

Besides, with her strength, even if the black snake were hit, it would definitely be unharmed.

"Kitty, wake up."

Phoenix's clear, cold voice rang out. The tone wasn't loud, but it resonated in her ears, deafening her. She was stunned for a moment and looked around for Phoenix's figure.

She didn't notice at all that, as she finished speaking, the bleeding from the wound on the black snake's neck was slowly, slowly slowing down.

"Kitty, wake up." The voice rang out a second time.

"Get up, it's already noon, time to eat."

When the phoenix cried out for the third time, it proudly poked Ye Kemeng's face with the tip of its wing.

Ye Kemeng felt a familiar dizzying sensation explode in her mind, and she just realized that the space was switching.

Rather than waking up from a dream.

Then, the dark scene before her eyes was replaced by a window frame illuminated by bright sunlight, and the phoenix standing on the window frame was putting away the 'tool' that had just poked her cheek.

As soon as Ye Kemeng saw him spread his wings, she instinctively wanted to snuggle into his arms.

The phoenix, upon making eye contact with her, immediately realized that the little cat had ill intentions. It quickly folded its wings, adopting a reserved and dignified demeanor, much like the principal wife of a wealthy family.

This time, Ye Kemeng had just sat up and hadn't even touched Phoenix when her head started throbbing so badly that she collapsed straight down.

Fortunately, the bed was soft and warm, so Ye Kemeng's head was spared from injury.

"My head hurts so much, the wind..." Ye Kemeng was still worried about not saying the word 'Phoenix', "The wind is blowing my head..."

Phoenix: "..." How did this even connect?

666: [? ? ?] Please don't mention the lyrics, thank you.

The phoenix flew down and landed beside Ye Kemeng. To her surprise, it slowly lowered its head and pressed its dusty gray pigeon head against hers.

...The phoenix's head was even softer than the softest feathers on its wings.

This was the only thought that remained in Ye Kemeng's mind.

Unaware of what the kitten was thinking, the phoenix carefully sensed the condition inside her body and found nothing unusual.

As for Ye Kemeng, after the initial novelty of forehead-to-forehead contact with Phoenix wore off, a splitting headache swept over her like a tsunami.

She was in so much pain that she was rolling around on the bed.

"Ouch... Meow~" The pain was so intense that the cry had a soft, pitiful quality to it.

Phoenix, who had been busy all night and all morning and was planning to rest after Ye Kemeng finished eating, was speechless.

"Ouch~ It hurts." Beads of sweat appeared on Ye Kemeng's forehead.

Seeing the kitten's symptoms, 666 realized what had happened: "Don't be afraid, kitten, this is you awakening a talent skill, don't be afraid! Just find an elder to help you."

But its sound was drowned out by Ye Kemeng's moans.

Phoenix acted decisively. It pulled out the green dress Ye Kemeng had first worn, the one that had been tied up and used as a pigeon pouch, and covered her completely. Then, it gathered the phoenix feathers from the bed, picked up the dress, and flew towards the front mountain. But it wasn't over yet; only the Silver Pheasant Clan could cure Ye Kemeng's illness.

The so-called "divine guidance" refers to celestial beings descending to earth to find those with a predestined connection and offer them guidance. Some may even grant the destined person a wish.

These deities who descended to the mortal realm were chosen from each of the following groups: the silver pheasant, the vermilion bird, the azure dragon, and so on.

The kitten, bearing the bloodline of the silver pheasant clan, will surely be regarded as a destined being by the immortals descended from the silver pheasant clan.

Phoenix had previously seen Ye Kemeng carrying the token of the Nine Provinces Academy, and Dai Yuan thought she looked familiar, so he guessed that she might have some kinship with the White Pheasant Clan to which the Empress belonged.

In addition, Dean Li Hengzhi's rather indulgent attitude towards Ye Kemeng yesterday led Phoenix to a bolder guess.

So finding a silver pheasant to help check the cat's condition would be a good way to diagnose the symptoms.

Ye Kemeng curled up in the small space wrapped in her clothes, feeling no discomfort whatsoever, but rather a sense of security.

Squeezing out a sliver of reason, she asked, "Where are we going?"

The voice was soft and weak, pitiful.

The phoenix silently increased the frequency of its wing flapping.

A note from the author:

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Turbocharged "pigeon"?