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Fat Sanhua subconsciously wanted to raise his paw to knock on the door. He had to leave a good impression on others. After all, it was their private room.
As a result, after he raised his paw, he found that there was no door. The thing he thought was the door passed through as soon as his paw reached out.
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Fat Sanhua coughed twice, straightened his body, and called twice inside in a very gentle tone: "Meow meow~" Is the person inside home?
Fat Sanhua waited for a while, but there was no sound from inside.
Anyway, he has already greeted them, so whether the other person responds or not is his problem.
So Fat Sanhua stepped in boldly. He only put half of his head in, and the whole cat trembled.
Oh my god, it’s so hot outside that I want to fry an egg, but it’s so cold inside that it feels like I’m in an ice cellar.
The fat Sanhua's front half is inside and the back half is outside, enjoying the treatment of both ice and fire.
Should I go in or not?
Fat Sanhua made up his mind and finally moved the back half of his butt in.
He quickly took out a small blanket from his mustard seed space and covered himself with it. It was a little too cold.
It took him a while to adjust himself before he became interested in looking around the room.
This is a cave. Probably because it is cold, it is covered with ice chips everywhere and the space is not very large.
After he looked around, he looked forward and saw the boss hanging on a shelf alone.
Wow!
Is he dead?
Fat Sanhua took two steps back. No wonder no one answered him when he was outside. It turned out that everyone had passed away.
Although the people in the Cliff of Repentance were sent there because they had committed mistakes, there was no need to do that. They were already dead, and it was too much to keep their corpses here and whip them.
Fat Sanhua took two steps forward. He was wondering whether he should be a good guy and put the body down. Just as he reached the shelf, the person on the shelf moved and raised his head suddenly.
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Still alive!
Fat Sanhua also raised his head and stared at the person on the shelf.
"Where did this fat cat come from?" Yuan Zheng on the shelf frowned deeply.
"Who are you calling a fat cat? This is not fat, this is muscle. Do you understand muscle? I am a muscular kitten, not a fat cat." Fat Sanhua was so angry. He had good intentions and wanted to be polite and made sufficient preparations, but as soon as this guy came in, he called him a fat cat. He had no manners at all.
"A talking fat cat?!" Yuan Zheng was even more surprised.
"What year and month is it now?" Yuan Zheng couldn't help but ask.
"21st century." Fat Sanhua suddenly answered.
“…………”
The man and the cat looked at each other for a while, and Yuan Zheng suddenly realized that he had been fooled by such a fat cat, so he began to shake violently.
Fat Sanhua shrank his head and said, wow, this guy has a very bad temper. Why did he get angry just because of a joke? He can't take a joke at all.
After waiting for a while, Fat Sanhua found that he was just twisting around on the shelf and there was no way to cause any actual harm to him.
"How come you're okay?" Yuan Zheng was shocked.
For cultivators like them in the Nascent Soul stage, even if their hands and feet were tied and half of their cultivation was sealed with various magical instruments, the remaining few percent would be more than enough for them to use.
Even in such a situation, it was not difficult to force back some unknown youngsters. As long as the group of people who were taking a sauna outside came in, they would be directly shaken out by him.
But this fat cat, which looked quite weak, was fine as ever, and even had a confused expression on its face.
"Did you do anything? You're just shaking here." Fat Sanhua became dissatisfied. This guy was performing a telekinetic trick, or he thought he was just a cat and that he could be scared away easily.
Fat Sanhua stretched out his claws and poked the guy. The guy's face changed and he struggled frantically.
Of course he couldn't break free. If he could, he would have gotten out of this hellhole long ago.
"Okay, don't be angry. You can't beat me. I'm a spiritual beast, and according to your human realm classification, I'm probably at the level of the universe realm." Fat Sanhua said casually.
He was not lying, after all, he was a cat that could travel between the upper and lower worlds.
That should be considered as having one foot halfway into the upper realm. The lower realm closest to the upper realm is naturally the universe realm.
"Hahahaha, just you?"
“Woo…”
Before Yuan Zheng finished laughing, Fatty Sanhua suddenly jumped up from the ground and hit him hard.
Why would you laugh at a sincere and polite kitten? Such people will never have a good ending.
"Do you believe it now?" Fat Sanhua simply sat aside.
"I believe it, I believe it. You are just a spirit beast, why did you come to this place?" Yuan Zheng coughed twice.
"I did something wrong." Fat Sanhua thought this person was stupid and kept asking some stupid questions.
Yuan Zheng fell into silence for a moment. He knew that those who came to the Cliff of Regret had done something wrong, but he never thought that spiritual beasts could be imprisoned here.
Do spiritual animals also make mistakes? Do they receive the same punishment as humans when they make mistakes?
Is that the case? He thought about it and realized that there seemed to be only one spirit beast, and that spirit beast had done nothing wrong, so it was not a reference.
"Then what did you do wrong to be locked up?" Fat Sanhua wrapped himself in a small blanket and started talking to this silly guy.
The guy living in the private room seems to have made a serious mistake, so he must have a lot of interesting stories. The guy who is taking a sauna outside is obviously a small fry, and the mistake he made must be nothing serious and not worth entertaining.
"Me?" Yuan Zheng shook his hair which had not been washed for who knows how many years.
Fat Sanhua showed a bit of disgust. Does he think he is handsome? This guy looks so dirty.
"I have been possessed by the devil. I am now a devil cultivator." Yuan Zheng, who looked relatively gentle, revealed a terrifying smile that was quite that of a villain after he said this.
Fat Sanhua blinked: "That's it?"
Yuan Zheng: “…………”
"What do you mean by just that? This is a very serious problem. My transformation into a demon cultivator is equivalent to defecting from the sect. Otherwise, I would not be locked up in this damn place." Yuan Zheng became a little excited as he spoke. How could this fat cat be a spiritual beast? It's so stupid.
"Is it serious to defect from the sect?" Fat Sanhua continued to ask.
Yuan Zheng: “…………”
Yuan Zheng lowered his head and looked at Fatty Sanhua. Fatty Sanhua looked at him fearlessly. What's wrong? It seemed like he had asked a very stupid question.
"Oh, wait, I think I understand. It should be a very serious matter." Before Yuan Zheng got angry, Fat Sanhua suddenly said.
He thought that this person who defected from the sect should be like the bad guy who defected to the enemy army that he often heard about in the palace.
Wow, that's too much. Fat Sanhua immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. No wonder this guy was locked up here.
"Okay, now you know, this is a very serious matter." Yuan Zheng raised his chin, his tone seemed to show off, but as soon as he finished speaking, Fat Sanhua suddenly jumped up again and hit him hard.
"Why did you hit me again!" Yuan Zhan was angry, but he could only rage helplessly because he could not break free from the chains wrapped around him.
"Wow, you actually defected from the sect. That's really too much. Of course I have to beat up a bad guy like you." Fat Sanhua answered righteously.
Yuan Zheng: “…………”
Yuan opened his mouth.
Of course he should scold the fat cat at this time, but when he really opened his mouth and looked at the fat cat with a righteous look on his face, he couldn't find an excuse to quarrel with him.
Damn, it was clearly the fat cat’s fault, why did it seem like it was his problem in the end?
"Forget it, let's talk about other things." Fat Sanhua looked magnanimous, as if he didn't want to continue to argue with him about this matter.
"Why are you so desperate that you want to become a magic cultivator? You should know that magic cultivators are very weak." Fat Sanhua asked sincerely. In his impression, magic cultivators are indeed very weak. The most typical example is his youngest brother.
That's no longer something that can be described as weak; the word "weakling" seemed to be tailor-made for him.
Secondly, didn't his senior brother kill demon cultivators before? He would kill one at a time, or two at a time, and beat up the opponents of the same level.
So the demon cultivators are so weak, why is this guy so depressed? If he wants to join or rebel, he should choose a better sect, why did he choose a demon cultivator? It's a pity to see this.
"How can the demon cultivators be weak? The demon cultivators are the strongest!" Yuan Zheng became anxious again and he spoke eagerly.
After hearing what he said, Fat Sanhua glanced at him. Yuan Zheng felt that something bad was going to happen again. He was right. Fat Sanhua jumped into the air and hit him hard on the head with its hind legs. He lost consciousness for a moment.
"How is it stronger? It's just as weak." Fat Sanhua proved his point with practice.
Yuan Zheng was furious. He wanted to teach Fat Sanhua a lesson, but he was no match for Fat Sanhua and in this situation he couldn't even move.
Fat Sanhua didn't feel the murderous intent of the person next to him at all. He just wrapped himself in his blanket tighter because this damn place was really too cold.
I don’t know how this demon cultivator managed to hold on. If you think about it this way, he seems to be very strong.
"Before they found out that I was a demon cultivator, I was the strongest one of the same level in our sect." Yuan Zheng tried hard to save his face.
"Stronger than my senior brother?" Fat Sanhua was surprised, this guy was at the same level as their senior brother.
"Who is your senior brother?" Yuan Zheng asked again.
"Qian Gaozhuo." Fat Sanhua answered very readily.
Yuan Zheng fell into silence.
"Is he already in the Nascent Soul stage? He was still in the Golden Core stage when I came in." Yuan Zheng sighed.
"Then aren't you going to die soon?" Fat Sanhua stretched out his fat paws and began to settle the account with him.
"My senior brother is 621 years old this year. Assuming that he entered the Nascent Soul stage when he was 100 years old, that means you have been here for at least 521 years. But the Nascent Soul stage is only 800 years. Aren't you going to die soon?" Fat Sanhua raised his head proudly. He is really an amazing little math genius.
Yuan Zheng: “…”
Yuan Zheng began to struggle frantically again. He decided that he would beat this fat cat up at the cost of his life today.
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