Chapter 51 The Cat Ran Away
Mo Zhiyuan killed the daring demon cultivator with the force of thunder and destroyed the passage to the demon world that was almost opened.
The death of the demon cultivator did not cause any ripples in Mo Zhiyuan's heart, only a sense of indifference as if he were crushing a stink bug.
What he hated most in his life were these rats in the sewers. If it weren't for them, Aqing wouldn't have left him. The death of the demon cultivator was not a pity.
Looking at the messy ground of the martial arts arena and the disgusting evil spirit that had not yet dissipated in the air, Mo Zhiyuan felt a cold and depressed feeling in his chest.
He was too lazy to look at the demon cultivator's corpse again and didn't want to stay here any longer.
His spiritual sense swept across the entire training ground like ice. After confirming that there was no source of demonic energy, he moved slightly, transformed into a cold sword light, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
However, the moment his spiritual sense swept over, a figure sitting in a pool of blood and broken corpses, covered in the smell of blood, left an indelible trace in his vast sea of consciousness.
Inexplicably, he felt that the bloodstains on the man's body were a bit glaring, but he left in a hurry and did not investigate further.
Returning to the Four Seasons Villa on the top of Hanyuan Peak, the familiar atmosphere slightly soothed the irritability in his heart.
Mo Zhiyuan saw Yoyo lying in the corner, looking a little listless.
The little guy was full of energy after the breakthrough. He had been clamoring to go down the mountain, but he was forcibly detained at the top of the mountain on the pretext of unusual movements of the demons.
Now that the evil cultivator has been eliminated and the threat has disappeared, Mo Zhiyuan removed the restrictions on Youyou.
"Go ahead." His voice was calm and doting.
Unexpectedly, Yoyo did not rush down the mountain immediately with joy as usual.
It just raised its green cat eyes and looked at Mo Zhiyuan, then slowly walked to the grass with the best sunlight, curled up, and basked in the sun lazily, with the tip of its tail swaying gently from time to time.
Mo Zhiyuan was slightly surprised, but didn't care. He just thought it needed to rest after the breakthrough, so he closed his eyes and meditated again.
He didn't know that although Yoyo seemed leisurely at the moment, the little cat was actually calculating quickly in his head.
Humph, Big Wood finally doesn’t care about it. But he can’t let him know that he is going to find Aqing. He will wait until it gets dark at night and then sneak down.
Night fell as expected, and the moonlight on the top of Hanyuan Peak was as cold as frost.
A small white shadow slipped out silently from the shadows outside the courtyard, and with a few light leaps, it disappeared into the path leading down the mountain.
Inside the villa, Mo Zhiyuan's eyelashes seemed to move slightly. His powerful consciousness naturally captured Youyou's actions. After confirming that the peak was safe, he let it go.
Yoyo ran along the familiar path as if she was familiar with the way, all the way to the secluded courtyard halfway up the mountain.
At this time of year, there would usually be a warm light on in the courtyard, or you could smell the faint fragrance of herbs.
But tonight, the courtyard was dead silent and dark, without a trace of human presence.
"Meow?" Yoyo stopped outside the courtyard gate and tilted his head in confusion.
It tentatively called out softly, "Meow?" The sound was particularly clear in the silent night, but no one responded.
The little guy was a little uneasy. He jumped lightly onto the wall and looked around the yard in the moonlight.
It was empty, and the familiar stone table and stone benches were still there, but they looked particularly deserted.
It jumped off the wall and used its little head to push open the half-open door. The room was pitch black, with only the moonlight shining through the window casting a few pale streaks on the ground.
The aura belonging to Bai Qingchen was still there, but it was much weaker.
"Meow? Meow!" Yoyo circled the room several times, jumped onto the chair, then jumped onto the bed, sniffing here and nudging there with his nose.
No! Ah Qing is nowhere to be found!
It became anxious, making restless whimpers in its throat and pacing back and forth in the empty room.
Finally, it jumped onto the simple wooden bed and curled up on the pillow where Bai Qingchen usually slept, where there was still a trace of its most familiar scent.
It curled itself up into a ball, its green eyes wide open in the darkness, staring stubbornly at the door, its small ears erected vigilantly, catching any possible sound of footsteps.
It waited and waited, from dusk until the moon set, and then until the sky in the east turned pale and the sunlight filled the yard again.
The door was always quiet.
Aqing is missing!
The huge sense of loss and grievance instantly overwhelmed Yoyo. It jumped off the bed, walked around the house again without giving up, and then rushed out of the yard.
It wants to go to the gathering place of disciples of Hanyuan Peak to find Aqing, but Aqing must be busy with something else!
In the next few days, the disciples on Hanyuan Peak were surprised to find that Lord Xueying, who used to be arrogant and lazy and only close to Bai Qingchen, became unusually active.
Its small white figure frequently appeared near the small courtyard belonging to Bai Qingchen halfway up the mountain. Sometimes it squatted on the courtyard wall and looked out, and sometimes it paced anxiously in the yard.
More often than not, it would run to the place where the disciples were handing over tasks during their daily activities, weaving through the crowd, eagerly scanning every disciple passing by, as if looking for something.
"What is Master Xueying looking for?"
"Looking at the direction...it seems to be Junior Brother Bai's residence."
"Junior Brother Bai? Didn't he apply to go down the mountain for training a few days ago?"
"Oh, yes! Master Xueying seems to have a good relationship with Junior Brother Bai. I often see him running into Junior Brother Bai's yard."
"So you're looking for Junior Brother Bai, but unfortunately he's been gone for several days..."
Yoyo didn't hear the disciples' whispers, but it could feel the curiosity and discussions in their eyes.
It searched all the places where it thought Aqing might appear, and even ran to the main peak gate to look around.
However, the figure who would gently caress it with a gentle smile never appeared.
After several days of futile searching, Yoyo became visibly wilted, and its snow-white fur seemed to have lost some of its luster.
It returned to the top of Hanyuan Peak dejectedly and listlessly. Instead of getting close to Mo Zhiyuan as usual, it found a corner a little further away and curled up by itself.
With his chin resting on his paws, his green eyes were filled with loss, and he occasionally let out a whimper or two of grievance.
Mo Zhiyuan came back to his senses from his meditation and keenly noticed Yoyo's abnormality.
This little guy usually has a lot of fun when he is free, but this time he is so listless, which is really abnormal. He rarely feels a little interested in exploring.
When Youyou once again slipped down the mountain listlessly, Mo Zhiyuan quietly separated a wisp of divine consciousness and attached it to it, like an invisible shadow, following it silently.
He saw Yoyo coming to the secluded courtyard halfway up the mountain as if she was familiar with the route.
He jumped onto the wall with ease, squatted there, and looked towards the empty yard with his little head, his eyes full of anticipation and waiting.
After waiting for a long time, the yard was still deserted. It jumped off the wall in disappointment and paced back and forth at the gate.
Just then, a young disciple happened to pass by nearby, preparing to perform his daily mountain patrol mission.
He saw the Snow Shadow Leopard Cat squatting at the gate of the courtyard, looking particularly lonely. He was about to bow respectfully to make way, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a figure standing quietly in the shadow of the courtyard wall.
He was wearing black clothes and had black hair, with an upright figure and an aura as cold as the abyss of ten thousand years. It was none other than Mo Zhiyuan, the Master of Xuanji Sword.
The disciple was so frightened that his legs went limp and he almost fell to his knees. His voice was distorted: "Disciple...disciple pays respects to the Sword Master!"
He bowed hurriedly, his heart pounding so hard it almost jumped out of his throat.
This was the first time since he joined the sect that he had come into such close contact with this legendary being.
Mo Zhiyuan's gaze did not look at the disciple, but was still on Youyou.
His voice was calm, with no emotion in it, but it carried an invisible pressure: "Who lives here?"
The disciple felt his blood freeze when he was swept by that icy gaze. He struggled hard to avoid collapsing, and his voice trembled.
"Reply... Report to Sword Master, this is the residence of Junior Brother Bai Qingchen." His mind was blank, and he just wanted to answer quickly and leave this suffocating pressure field.
"Bai Qingchen?" Mo Zhiyuan frowned slightly.
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