Chapter 33 The Cat's Next Target
Waiting is always hard. After a few days, the wind and snow stopped and the sky finally showed a little bit of sunshine.
Yoyo appeared out of nowhere, biting the corner of Bai Qingchen's clothes and dragging him higher up the peak. The little guy seemed very excited, with an urging light flashing in his green eyes.
Bai Qingchen's heart moved. There was only Mo Zhiyuan's villa on the top of the mountain. Did Youyou want to take him there? Could it be that he had returned from seclusion?
Unable to conceal my joy, I followed Youyou up the mountain without hesitation.
A man and a cat climbed up along a snow-covered path that was almost invisible.
The higher you go, the colder it gets, the thinner the air becomes, and an invisible pressure permeates the air. It is the natural pressure brought by the powerful restriction.
Yoyo walked forward with ease, raised his paw and pressed it somewhere on the barrier.
A faint light flashed, and the barrier rippled like water, forming an entrance that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.
Bai Qingchen took a deep breath, followed Youyou, and walked in with full of anticipation.
The yard was empty, with doors and windows closed, just like when he arrived that day.
Bai Qingchen couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. After Yoyo entered the courtyard, he started running around happily. After a while, he was holding a bunch of things and placed them in front of Bai Qingchen.
A bunch of spiritual fruits of different colors must have been planted by Mo Zhiyuan specially for Youyou.
Yoyo gestured to Bai Qingchen to eat. Whenever it missed Aqing too much, it liked to eat, which allowed it to temporarily forget the unhappy things.
It noticed that Bai Qingchen was in a low mood recently, so it wanted to give its treasured fruits to Aqing.
Bai Qingchen touched Yoyo's big white head, picked up a fruit and put it in his mouth. It tasted lightly sweet and exuded a rich spiritual energy.
This spiritual fruit is a good thing. Mo Zhiyuan has taken good care of Youyou over the past four hundred years.
Seeing that Bai Qingchen's mood had improved a little, Youyou walked to the locked door and pushed it with her paw.
The heavy wooden door slid open silently, revealing dim light inside and a crisp scent of cedar wafting in the air.
Yoyo asked Bai Qingchen to go in with it. At first, Bai Qingchen refused, thinking it was not appropriate to enter someone else's room without the owner's consent.
Even if that other person was his Taoist partner, the deeper reason was that he was afraid of seeing signs of another person living in the house...
Yoyo tilted her head and looked at Bai Qingchen in confusion. What was wrong with that? When the big bad guy was not around, this villa was Yoyo's world.
This bed, this floor, and the desk on the windowsill are all places it has never slept on.
He bit the hem of Bai Qingchen's clothes and pulled him in.
Bai Qingchen looked around. Is this the bedroom where Mo Zhiyuan had lived for four hundred years?
The furnishings in the house are extremely simple, even empty.
A cold jade bed, a stone table, and a stool.
The walls were bare, devoid of any decoration, and showed no trace of life. After all, four hundred years had passed. If Mo Zhiyuan had become a Taoist partner with someone else, he...
"Oh." Bai Qingchen thought about what to do if this situation really happened. He would not disturb the other party and leave quietly.
It's empty here, no trace of others, no trace of myself... nothing.
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by a hand, tightening little by little.
An indescribable feeling of loss spread. Could it be that he no longer cared, leaving not even a trace of his existence?
Yoyo came over and rubbed his leg. Bai Qingchen squatted down and stroked Yoyo's soft and warm fur, trying to get some comfort.
At this moment, all the hairs on his body stood on end!
Without any warning, the barrier of the courtyard fluctuated very slightly.
Someone came in, and it wasn't Mo Zhiyuan.
Bai Qingchen's face changed slightly. Anyone who could ignore Mo Zhiyuan's barrier and enter here openly must have unfathomable cultivation.
Ordinary disciples and even elders did not dare to trespass here.
He reacted almost instinctively. In a flash of white light, the man disappeared, and a white cat darted into the deepest shadow under the table like lightning.
He curled up into a ball, held his breath, and restrained his own breath to the extreme, even his heartbeat seemed to stop.
The blue cat's eyes stared at the door through the gap between the table legs.
Yoyo also pricked up his ears alertly and made a low gurgling sound in his throat.
The heavy wooden door was silently pushed open, and a figure walked in against the warm sunlight outside.
The man was wearing an indigo Taoist robe of a simple style. He was tall and thin, and his face was not clear. One could only feel a surging aura from him.
He did not deliberately exude an imposing aura, but just standing there gave people a suffocating feeling of oppression.
Bai Qingchen hid under the table and felt like his blood was about to freeze. This person was definitely a cultivator above the Nascent Soul stage.
The man seemed to be very familiar with this place. He casually glanced at the empty and cold room and found nothing unusual.
He walked to the center of the room, his eyes fixed on the vigilant Yoyo, and his voice was casual: "Hey, Damao, your master hasn't come out yet. How long has it been?"
Yoyo bared his teeth at him, obviously not liking the name, but he didn't show any strong aggression either.
The man didn't care about Yoyo's attitude at all, and continued to talk to himself, "There are less than three years left before Lingxiao Sect's five-yearly disciple competition. He said before he went into seclusion that he would participate."
He paused, his tone becoming more serious. "I'm not sure if he can come out on time. No matter what, I have to let him show up this time, even if it means not accepting him as a disciple, but just letting him sit on the podium and drink a cup of tea."
"Otherwise, those rumors outside will probably become more and more outrageous."
After he finished speaking, his eyes did not leave the room. Instead, as if intentionally or unintentionally, he slowly swept around the room, and his sight fell precisely on the place where Bai Qingchen was hiding.
Bai Qingchen's heart instantly rose to his throat. He could feel that gaze as if it were real, with the penetrating power to see through everything.
However, the man did not point it out, but just chuckled with an ambiguous meaning.
"Hehe... It seems that you are not lonely here, and you have made new friends?" His voice was a little playful, and his eyes were still fixed on the shadow under the table.
"Woo--!" Yoyo suddenly took a step forward, stood in front of the table, and let out a warning growl at the person who came. His green cat eyes were fierce and he looked like he was protecting his child.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." The man seemed to find it funny, but also seemed too lazy to care. He waved his hand casually, "Stingy Da Mao."
He took one last look under the table, his gaze as if scrutinizing Bai Qingchen, and lingered on him for a moment.
Bai Qingchen only felt a chill rushing from his tailbone to the top of his head, as if his soul had been seen through.
"Interesting..." the man whispered, his voice so soft that it was almost drowned by the wind.
Then, his figure flashed, like water waves merging into the air, and he disappeared silently on the spot, as if he had never appeared.
Silence returned to the house.
After a long time, until he was sure that the terrifying feeling of oppression had completely disappeared, Bai Qingchen dared to slowly crawl out from under the table and transform into human form again.
His face was as pale as paper, his clothes on the back were soaked with cold sweat and stuck tightly to his body, and his heart was still beating wildly in his chest.
Who was that person? His cultivation was unfathomable. The other party had clearly seen through his demon clan's true identity at a glance, yet he didn't point it out, nor did he show any hostility.
This time, I was lucky enough not to be killed on the spot when I broke into the villa.
But it also sounded a warning to him: in front of a truly powerful person, his disguise would be vulnerable. Hanyuan Peak was not an absolutely safe haven.
However, the only thing worth being happy about was knowing that Mo Zhiyuan would come out of seclusion at the sect competition three years later. If he wanted to get close to him, he had to participate in that competition.
The most urgent task now is to improve his cultivation. The road ahead is more dangerous and unpredictable than he imagined, so he must be more cautious.
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