Chapter 25 The Cat Enters the Forbidden Land
The days at Hanyuan Peak were still cold, but people's prejudices seemed to be melting away silently.
There were only a few people coming and going on Hanyuan Peak, and the news that Bai Qingchen saved Chen Yi blew through every corner like a cold wind.
When they met Bai Qingchen again later, he was no longer as cold and distant as before. The changes occurred in the subtle details.
The food cooked in the Hanyuan Peak dining hall is all made with spiritual rice and plants. Although it doesn’t do much to improve cultivation, it’s better than eating ordinary food.
The handyman who usually served meals would always tremble when it was his turn, and in the end he only got half the amount that the other disciples got.
Bai Qingchen wanted to have a light appetite, so he didn't say anything. He wasn't shaking today, but it seemed... a bit too much.
Looking at the full bowl of spiritual food, Bai Qingchen began to have a headache.
He knew from the change in people's attitude that this small kindness was not total acceptance, but more like a cautious recognition of "You saved Crazy Chen, it's not too bad."
After a few days, Bai Qingchen had basically figured out the terrain and people of Hanyuan Peak.
Except for one place—the summit.
That is where Mo Zhiyuan practices in seclusion, and it is also the real core of the entire Hanyuan Peak.
The path leading to the top of the mountain is shrouded by an invisible barrier and is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round. Ordinary disciples cannot get close to it at all, nor can they see what is on it.
That day, Bai Qingchen returned to his courtyard early and closed the door.
He sat cross-legged on the hard bed, closed his eyes, and the dormant half-demon blood in his body quietly surged.
A faint light flashed by, and the figure of the young man in white was no longer in the room. Instead, there was a kitten with a snow-white body and clear blue eyes.
Bai Qingchen jumped off the bed lightly and slipped out of the yard quietly.
There were few disciples at Hanyuan Peak. He avoided the occasional disciples passing by, nimbly moving through the snow, and ran towards the forbidden area at the top of the peak with a clear goal.
On the way, he nimbly hid behind a huge snow-covered rock.
Two errand disciples were walking by carrying firewood. One of them suddenly stopped, rubbed his eyes, and looked in the direction where Bai Qingchen disappeared with confusion.
"Eh? Old Sun, I seemed... seemed to see Master Xueyin just now? But he seemed a little thinner? He ran away so fast that I couldn't see clearly."
Another disciple sneered, "You must be seeing things. How long has it been since Master Xueyin went down the mountain for a stroll? He's been enjoying his leisure time at the top of the mountain!"
"It must be some mountain ferret or something. Besides the snow, these little creatures are the only ones that are active in this damn place."
The two walked away muttering to each other. Baibai breathed a sigh of relief and continued to climb.
Finally, we arrived at the edge of the area that is shrouded in clouds all year round.
An invisible resistance came, as if hitting a tough and cold wall.
What I see before my eyes is still the bare snow slope and thick fog, nothing else. This is the formation barrier guarding the top of the mountain.
Bai Qingchen raised his front paws, and the pink pads gently pressed on the invisible barrier, feeling a cool touch.
He closed his eyes and calmed his mind. The profound understanding and perception of the battle formations in his previous life seemed to be imprinted deep in his soul.
Although this formation is mysterious and powerful, it is not invulnerable.
He needed to find the most subtle node of spiritual power flow without disturbing the formation or attracting attention, like unlocking a delicate lock.
Time passed little by little, and the cold wind blew snow foam onto the white fluff.
Bai Qingchen was fully focused, his cat claws drawing extremely lightly in the air, guiding a trace of weak spiritual power in his body, like the thinnest probe, carefully probing into the veins of the formation.
Finally, at a point where the flow of spiritual power was slightly slow, he found an opportunity!
The cat's claws scratched suddenly, and a tiny crack quietly appeared on the barrier, just enough for a cat to squeeze through.
Bai Qingchen didn't hesitate at all. He jumped nimbly and his figure instantly disappeared into the area obscured by the formation illusion. The gap behind him closed silently, as if it had never appeared.
After passing through the barrier, the scene in front of me suddenly became clear, as if I had stepped into another world.
The outside world is freezing cold and gray all year round, but here it is warm like spring.
The cold wind and snow were completely isolated from the outside. Underfoot was soft grass dotted with unknown small flowers. Several elegant old trees stretched out their branches, lush greenery.
Not far away, an ancient and elegant courtyard stood quietly, with white walls and black tiles. Small copper bells hung on the eaves, making almost inaudible sounds in the breeze.
This is where Mo Zhiyuan has lived... for four hundred years.
Bai Qingchen's blue cat eyes were filled with complex and unspeakable emotions. He stepped carefully onto the soft grass and walked towards the courtyard.
Every step was accompanied by a sense of homesickness and trepidation.
He longed to find even a trace of Mo Zhiyuan's life here, and whether the familiar, cool, cedar-like scent lingered in the air.
However, when he actually approached the courtyard, that anticipation gradually turned into deeper melancholy.
The courtyard was extremely clean and tidy, as if no one had ever lived there.
The doors and windows were closed, the copper bells under the eaves were silent, and the yard was empty and clean like a still painting.
The water in the pond is crystal clear, yet not a ripple can be seen. While this place is beautiful, it is also cold and devoid of any sense of life, more like a carefully crafted cage than a home where people once lived.
Zhiyuan...is this how you have spent these years?
Baibai felt uncomfortable in his heart. He jumped onto the stone table in the yard and curled up. His small figure looked particularly lonely in the vast spring scenery.
His blue eyes stared at the tightly closed door, as if expecting the person to push it open and walk out. A strong sense of loss and sadness surged in his heart, and he curled up even tighter, his tail drooping listlessly.
Just then.
"Woo--!" A low growl full of vigilance and threat sounded behind him like thunder.
The pressure contained in that voice made Baibai's hair explode instantly.
He turned around suddenly and saw a pair of cold and sharp green animal eyes appearing in the deep shadow of the courtyard wall.
Immediately afterwards, a big white cat with a strong body, smooth lines and full of power slowly walked out.
Its entire body is snow-white, with fluffy and smooth fur. The most eye-catching thing is its tail, which actually has two tails, one long and one short.
This recognizable broken tail belongs to Yoyo! The Snow Shadow Leopard Cat, the spiritual beast he personally rescued and raised in his previous life.
Bai Qingchen was shocked. He thought that after his death, Youyou would return to the Holy Mountain, which was his home.
Unexpectedly, Youyou stayed with Mo Zhiyuan all the time.
Yoyo obviously didn't recognize the strange kitten in front of her.
Its emerald green pupils were fixed on the intruder who had broken into its master's territory. Its muscles were tensed, its body lowered, and it assumed a standard attacking stance.
A warning growl rolled from his throat, and his sharp claws popped out from his pads, digging deep into the soft grass.
The aura it exudes is far beyond that of ordinary spirit beasts, carrying the bloodiness and coldness of a powerful hunter.
Bai Qingchen instantly came back to his senses from the surprise of reunion after a long separation. He was now in cat form, so how could Youyou recognize him?
Seeing that Yoyo was about to pounce on him, Bai Qingchen's mind raced in desperation, and the half-demon blood in his body instantly restrained.
A soft light flashed, and the little white cat curled up on the stone table disappeared.
The person who appeared at the original place was Bai Qingchen, who was wearing the white disciple uniform of Lingxiao Sect, with a handsome face but a hint of panic.
Yoyo's attack, which was about to start, suddenly stopped, and his cold green eyes suddenly widened, staring at the human figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.
It tilted its head, its eyes full of confusion and hesitation, as if trying to figure out whether this was an illusion or another despicable imitator?
His nostrils flared violently, capturing the strange yet faintly familiar scent in the air.
Bai Qingchen looked at the confusion and vigilance in its eyes, and his heart ached. He slowly squatted down, trying to make his movements gentle and harmless, and stretched out his hands towards Yoyo.
With a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, he called out the name that was engraved deep in each other's souls:
"Yo yo... It's me. Come here, come to me." His voice was gentle, with the familiar tone he used to coax it in his previous life.
Only Aqing would call it this!
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