Cats are prettier and more lovable when they meow. ...
It took a long time to clean up the corpses of demons and evil cultivators scattered throughout Tianyan Mountain.
As soon as he finished tidying up, Pei Xuanzhi was put into solitary confinement, without even having time to bring in a communication talisman.
However, solitary confinement is indeed a form of punishment, but taking a communication talisman inside means it can no longer be considered a punishment.
Yan Huanyue was unaware of Pei Hanzhou's intentions, and felt a little empty inside. She was afraid that Pei Xuanzhi would become depressed if he stayed alone, which would affect his condition.
However, it was also possible that the sect leader was using the pretext of confinement to force him into seclusion to recuperate.
With no duties to perform during the day and Song Lingwei not returning this time, she spent her days practicing in the training grounds or the Heavenly Stele.
Two days later, the sect began to gather its inner disciples and divide them into groups to enter the secret realm for trials.
The secret realm we are jointly testing in this time is the most basic one in the Heavenly Stele, a place that almost all outer disciples will experience multiple times when they first enter the Heavenly Stele secret realm.
Yan Huanyue had visited this secret realm many times before and felt that it was the most carefully designed. Sometimes, after killing the demons, she would enjoy the snow scenery here on her sword and feel very relaxed.
She had completed many trial missions here when she was still in the outer sect, but this secret realm originally did not have a name.
She originally thought that this secret realm was too basic, so no one had named it.
Today, as I entered this secret realm with my fellow disciples, I looked down from Xuan Tian at the familiar mountains and rivers covered in snow, and saw four large golden characters falling from the clear sky.
"The Secret Realm of Tengzhou? This place is actually... this is actually the old Tengzhou!"
The battle against the demons resulted in heavy casualties, and few of the cultivators trained later, or even the descendants of the old inhabitants of Tengzhou, have ever witnessed that snowy landscape.
Because it is the most basic secret realm, everyone just assumed that it was based on a winter scene from somewhere.
But today, everyone suddenly learned that the trial realm they had first entered when they embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation, filled with trepidation, anticipation, and excitement, was actually the old land of Tengzhou, a place filled with regret and indignation.
Yan Huanyue stood in the wind and snow, one hand forming a hand seal, her dark hair and clothes fluttering in the cold wind.
Her expression was cool and aloof as she quietly gazed at the vast mountain range below, which stretched out like a snow dragon.
Standing atop the vast mountains and rivers, my heart, which had felt somewhat empty these past few days, finally calmed down and opened up completely, and everything before me became incredibly clear.
The first day's trial was simple: several teams formed a battle formation to kill the hordes of demons that swarmed across the mountains.
After training for more than half a month, everyone familiarized themselves with the terrain and star positions here several times by killing the demonic tide. Then, the secret realm was attacked by demonic seeds and demonic energy, and everyone had to wear magic robes to resist.
Then, the simple demonic tide increased its power; then, demonic creatures leading and commanding the tide appeared; then, powerful demons appeared...
Yan Huanyue barely dodged the oncoming axe; the coldness of the steel was even colder than the wind and snow.
One of the senior brothers in the team suddenly unleashed a sword aura at the demon, distracting it. The senior sister who was closest to him then severed the demon's hand with a single sword strike.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yan Huanyue flew up and severed the demon's throat with a single slash.
Before she could turn around, a long spear flew out of nowhere and pierced her heart.
"Junior Sister Yan!"
Team leader Han Shuangying rushed over and hugged her, while a sword strike killed the demon that was hiding in the shadows.
Yan Huanyue coughed a few times, used her spiritual power to push away the spear, and sealed the wound.
Even if she were killed in the secret realm, she wouldn't actually suffer much damage; the gunshot wound to her back was merely a sign of utter defeat.
After landing, Yan Huanyue paused for a moment, secretly analyzing the oversight she had made, before rejoining the battle.
Most of their ranks were the vanguard protecting the formation, tasked with protecting their fellow disciples as they led the "natural barrier" formation forward.
Wherever they can fight, the natural barrier formation can cover that area.
The first month or two were alright, but after several more powerful beings emerged from within the demon race, they began to suffer heavy losses.
Among them were two or three whom Yan Huanyue had seen during the Heavenly Stele Trial after entering the inner sect. She had been killed countless times, but in the end, she only managed to scratch their skin.
She couldn't figure it out at the time, so she consulted many people.
According to fellow disciples who entered the inner sect early and have high cultivation levels, these great demons are the ones that inner disciples will inevitably encounter one by one after entering the Heavenly Stele.
Many inner disciples died countless times before they gradually figured out a way to attack them. They compiled their findings into a book, constantly adding new entries, and then handed it over to the elders of the library for guidance.
Since the monsters didn't even have names, the elders of the library suggested naming them based on the clothes they wore.
Each monster has its own thick book, with several pages describing their spells and cultivation, and several more pages describing what methods the disciples used and how they were defeated.
Finally, there were only two or three pages listing the methods of successful attacks. Of these, more than a page was dedicated to those that caused minor injuries, half a page to those that caused serious injuries, and only a small fraction of a page to those that resulted in death.
Apart from Han Shuangying and a few others who rank high on the Heavenly Stele and are renowned young cultivators in the spiritual cultivation world, few people can add an extra stroke to the page of death.
This is even after they have died countless times.
No one knows where these monsters were brought back from by the sect's seniors, nor do they know who they are.
It was only then that they realized that these were all powerful demons from the demon race.
The sect has been using these beings to train them without their knowledge, and the other side has no way of knowing either.
When Yan Huanyue encountered those two or three great demons, she realized that she would only encounter more in the future, so she went to borrow the latest batch of Buddhist scriptures.
With the guidance of Song Lingwei and others, and the instruction of the legal texts, she died countless times, risking her life to severely injure one of them.
However, during that time, with Song Lingwei's guidance and the trials in the secret realm, her cultivation level continued to increase.
During those days, when she returned home, she would often lie down directly under the eaves in her dusty, blood-stained clothes, not wanting to move a single finger.
Pei Xuanzhi, who would sit by the window reading and waiting for her, would come out under the cover of night to pick her up, carry her to bathe, change her clothes, and feed her.
Because her clothes were always torn and stained with blood when she returned home, even Pei Xuanzhi, who disliked arguing with people, often complained about her.
"Why are your newly made clothes torn again? Just how difficult are the things inside the Heavenly Stele? You come down from Yuanxu Peak every day and can't bear to leave home, always getting yourself into this state inside the Heavenly Stele before you're willing to come back. You should at least take a rest."
Elder Xu Fengqiu was in charge of these teams. Every day, he would call over the disciples who had been injured or died inside the Heavenly Stele to inquire about the reasons and then explain the solutions in detail. After a period of time, he would explain all the problems that had arisen recently to everyone again.
Yan Huanyue died once today. After leaving the Heavenly Stele, she went to the ranks of the dead and wounded to receive instruction.
After today's discussion, Xu Fengqiu said, "Don't think that you're being used to train those old demons. You should have had some encounters with them in the Heavenly Stele. Although you're not good enough, it's good if your cultivation can be improved a little. When the time comes, we old folks will deal with them. You guys take good care of the rest of the demons."
Yan Huanyue was initially as enthusiastic as everyone else, but after finishing her speech, treating her wounds, and returning alone, she let down her guard against the demons in the Heavenly Stele, and exhaustion and pain overwhelmed her.
She dragged her exhausted body back to the courtyard, lay down under the eaves in her dirty, blood-stained robes, too tired to move, and just wanted to rest for a while before taking a bath.
But soon, the cold rain of late autumn and early winter began to drizzle and wet the hem of her clothes.
She slowly pulled her legs under the eaves and continued lying down, the shallow wound on her back still aching.
If only Xuanzhi were here...
A surge of spiritual energy caused her to suddenly turn her head. After a while, she saw Xue Jingnian leap onto the wall, standing in the rain with an umbrella.
Yan Huanyue felt uncomfortable in this state, so she forced herself to sit up despite her exhaustion and said coldly, "Kill anyone who dares to jump in."
Xue Jingnian stood on the wall, speaking through the rain, "I heard you were injured today. Did you go to the pharmacy for treatment?"
Yan Huanyue said, "It's been taken care of, you can go back now."
Xue Jingnian asked, "Then how did you end up lying there?"
Yan Huanyue sat against the wall and said lazily, "I like it."
Xue Jingnian said, "Shall I help you into the room?"
Yan Huanyue was too lazy to talk to him anymore. She got up and went back to her room, slamming the door shut.
Since she was already disturbed, she decided to take a bath and change her clothes.
The room was empty, so she simply lay down on the small couch as she passed by. After taking a hot bath, she didn't feel as tired as before.
She lay on the small couch listening to the rain; the world was quiet, as if she were all alone.
She was thinking about the scene of being shot today, and then about Xu Fengqiu's teachings. Just as she was pondering this, she suddenly heard a cat meowing.
She was puzzled for a moment, then turned her head to listen carefully, and heard something seem to jump up onto the window next to the couch.
Her heart tightened, and she immediately became alert. She quickly sat up and slowly pushed open a window.
A little golden raccoon, soaked to the bone and looking listless from the rain, sat by the window with its head down, diligently licking and cleaning itself, occasionally baring its teeth at the courtyard wall.
Xue Jingnian was still standing on the wall when Yan Huanyue scooped up the little golden raccoon that was baring its teeth and brought it inside, saying from afar, "Xue Jingnian, stop bothering me and get lost!"
Xue Jingnian remained silent for a while. In the dim light, he saw that her long hair was smooth and she had changed into her nightgown, unlike the refugees she had just been. Only then did he feel at ease and jump down the wall.
Yan Huanyue lit the candles, took the cat and rinsed it in the water left over from its bath, cleaned it, and then cast a spell. The little golden cat's wet fur quickly became fluffy and soft.
Yan Huanyue was delighted. She hugged the cat tightly and rubbed it for a while before snuggling back onto the small couch. She picked it up with both hands, looked at its round, beautiful eyes, and smiled, "Xuanzhi, if it's you, meow three times."
The little golden raccoon held its fluffy long tail with all four paws, twitched its white whiskers, and earnestly meowed.
Yan Huanyue's loneliness vanished instantly. "Was that little tabby cat also you? You're quite the actor."
"Meow..."
no.
This is the truth, but she doesn't understand.
Yan Huanyue tucked it into the blankets, got up and got some food. "Is this edible?"
The kitten remained crouched in its spot, casually licking its paws, its gaze not even glancing at the food.
Yan Huanyue asked with a smile, "Does the Sect Leader know that your cat ran away?"
The kitten meowed twice, put down its paws, kicked its legs and leaped into her arms, curled up its fluffy body, and snuggled in her arms to sleep.
Yan Huanyue's heart almost melted when she saw this little guy; it was hard for her to remain as calm and normal as when she was facing his true form.
"You're so adorable, little kitten..."
Even her voice couldn't help but become affected and pretentious.
The cat's ears twitched, and it turned its round, furry head to look at her. In its glassy green eyes, there was a kind of surprise and shock.
"Meow meow meow meow..."
Why are you suddenly talking like that?
Yan Huanyue didn't know what it was meowing about, but she found it incredibly cute.
Then he picked it up and pecked it on the head for a while before tucking the dizzy cat back into the blanket.
Pointing at its fluffy head with his fingertip, he instructed, "You can just grow up to look like this from now on. I like it this way."
"Meow!"
He's not satisfied; he only likes this kind of woman. What should he do? What if a cat demon really comes? Should he change husbands?
Yan Huanyue seemed to have sensed its emotions. She stroked the little golden fox's fur and laughed, "You do have a strong voice sometimes, like a little tiger. By the way, can you turn into a little tiger so I can play with you?"
The little golden raccoon burrowed deep into the blankets, rubbed against her body, rolled around in her arms, and suddenly poked its furry head out from under the blankets.
"ah!"
Yan Huanyue looked at the beautiful little tiger head on her chest in amazement, then sat up and took it out of the quilt, giving it a vigorous and random patting.
The little tiger nestled listlessly in her arms, letting her play with it, stretching out its big paws to compare sizes with her hand.
Yan Huanyue rested her chin on its head, gently rubbing its large paws in her palm, her eyes crinkling with genuine laughter.
"Such a small mountain lord, yet its claws are so big. Why didn't you say earlier that your soul mist was enough to transform? What were you embarrassed to say? You're so naive, with such clear eyes, and you don't know how to say anything to annoy people, it's really interesting..."
"Awoo awoo..."
The little tiger raised its head, its barbed tongue licking her chin wetly.
Yan Huanyue hugged it and kept dodging its licks, having a great time and laughing heartily.
The little tiger was also happy, tilting its head back and chasing after her joyfully. So happy, it suddenly twitched its ears and instantly shrank into a little golden leopard, falling out of her arms.
Yan Huanyue paused for a moment, then looked at the little golden cat who was hurriedly trying to burrow back into the quilt. She pulled it out and laughed loudly, "Can't you handle anything bigger? You can only be a kitten, huh?"
"Meow meow meow..."
It's just that I'm not used to imagining other things; when I get excited, it changes back. It's not that it's incapable.
It was now somewhat annoyed that she couldn't understand it.
Yan Huanyue saw the golden cat angrily wagging its tail and eagerly climbing onto her clothes.
Yan Huanyue then hugged it and lay down, tapped its nose, and laughed, "It's not shameful. I like kittens, and kittens are very clever. They can't always run out to play, can they?"
She bent down and kissed it. "Rest now. You can leave when it's time. Don't let the cat out too often. If it runs too far, its demonic power will be insufficient and it will also be greatly depleted."
"Meow..."
It came closer and licked her cheek, its tongue prickly and a little irritating, while its tail swept back and forth across her arm.
Yan Huanyue kissed its furry paw. "The kitten isn't exactly the same as Xuanzhi, is it?"
Once she realized that the cat belonged to him, she could quickly and clearly sense the difference.
This little golden fox is more like the demon race in its directness and unbridled nature, just like the difference between him and his always restless, greedy and unrestrained golden mist.
Although the cat is also a manifestation of golden mist, it is more beautiful and more lovable, and people want to indulge it no matter what it does.
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