The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 9

The voice was filled with rage and rushed over with considerable speed.

The sudden turn of events made Bai Chendeng gasp as if experiencing a final burst of life; his blue eyes widened again in sheer surprise.

Heng Yuze? How could he!

Shouldn’t he have been confused by the drum sounds, unable to perceive reality? How did he suddenly wake up?

However, the five fingers around his neck tightened fatally, making it impossible for Bai Chendeng to think. After a brief twitch of his body, his chest stopped rising and falling, his eyes immediately dimmed, his head slumped, and he went still.

Heng Yuze rushed over recklessly, his black jacket stained with mud and his hands covered in blood. In his eyes, flames seemed to burn eternally, erupting in a violent release.

The man was clearly also surprised. The drumming was still ongoing, so why had Heng Yuze suddenly woken up?

Now was not the time to dwell on the reason.

Fortunately, he was just a mortal without cultivation arts, relying only on his bare hands. Insignificant.

The man calmly watched the human charging at him. After a simple build-up of power, he delivered a kick.

The force of the kick was immense; Heng Yuze was almost kicked hard enough to dislocate his internal organs. But Heng Yuze was prepared and was not immediately sent flying.

Since the opponent was holding the drum with one hand and grasping Chendeng with the other, only his legs were free to move. What Heng Yuze needed to do was simple.

So, Heng Yuze risked being kicked, ignoring the sudden pain that shot through his entire body, and tightly hugged the man’s calf.

Then, Heng Yuze pulled out the small knife he had hidden for a long time, its tip flashing with a chilling cold light.

He struck with ferocity, stabbing the man with all his might!

The man hadn’t expected him to be hiding a small knife.

Damn it!

He didn’t want to get injured during a guaranteed mission; he would surely be mocked to death when he returned.

How could a mere mortal cause him such trouble?

It was his fault that cultivating the wicked drum art was so difficult, leaving him no time to focus on other techniques. Before taking human form, he had always lacked nutritional supplements and was constantly abused, so his physical strength was limited. Only his hands, which were always in contact with the wicked drum, had been refined to be as tough as copper and iron.

The man needed to free a hand.

Should he let go of the wicked drum, or release the cat?

For some reason, the wicked drum had lost its effect on the person in front of him.

The cat was also motionless.

Logically, he should release the cat, as the cat was no longer a threat and might already be dead.

But the man was extremely wary of these top-tier great demons. He had seen countless times how those creatures harvested lives.

So the man made his decision.

He released the wicked drum, and the drumming stopped.

The wicked drum was suspended by a rope, hanging at his waist.

The man freed a hand, and Heng Yuze’s forceful stab toward the man’s calf was easily blocked.

This hand was hard as steel and came with fierce momentum, even grabbing the knife tip without sustaining any injury.

Heng Yuze’s hand gripping the handle was immobilized. With the blade held by the opponent, it was like stabbing into stone—he couldn’t advance an inch.

His mind, which had been clouded by rage, was sobered by this sight. He realized the insurmountable gap in strength between himself and this mysterious man.

The man was thoroughly annoyed by him.

He spat out a single word.

“Die.”

Heng Yuze panicked. The sudden burst of killing intent made his hair stand on end. Soon, his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible.

Immediately after, the man also showed a look of alarm.

The cat, which had long been lifeless, suddenly erupted with intense light and heat, scorching his flesh and forcing him to let go!

Following this, a snow-white figure broke free from its restraints and lunged toward his head and face like lightning!

In a flash, the man didn’t even have time to react. He only felt his hand suddenly become intensely hot, losing sensation after a sharp pain. Then, a cat appeared in his line of sight.

The cat’s gaze reflected the man’s horrified expression.

The impact sent the man’s body falling backward. From Heng Yuze’s perspective, Chendeng was standing on the man’s face. He could see the scattered white long fur, which, due to the rapid movement, billowed like waves of the sea.

Bai Chendeng embraced the man’s head, and a sun wheel slammed directly onto the man’s face without any gap.

The Sun Radiance was poured entirely into the demon’s skull without reservation. Bai Chendeng even used himself as a blanket, sealing off any possible leakage!

The light of the Great Sun cleansed the resentment and wicked energy. In the explosion of the sun wheel, Bai Chendeng felt this scorching power purge the remaining resentment and malevolence from his body’s meridians. After this, he would only need to accumulate enough Wish Power to transform into human form!

This single sun wheel was the surprise Bai Chendeng had been preparing for a long time!

He had endured the rampage of the resentment in his meridians, never using the Sun Radiance to dissipate it, precisely so he could use the Sun Radiance as his final trump card!

The man collapsed completely.

Heng Yuze, unable to stand, sank onto the ground.

He stared blankly at the cat clinging tightly to the man’s head.

After a long silence.

The white cat shook itself, stood up, and stepped onto the man’s waist.

When he moved away, he revealed the man’s head, which was almost charred.

No, not a man.

The shape of the skull was unique; it was clearly that of some kind of beast.

Heng Yuze silently watched the white cat.

He had long suspected that Chendeng was not an ordinary silly cat, but when the truth was laid out so clearly before him, he found himself…

Surprisingly calm.

Heng Yuze reached out a hand.

But his hand was stained with blood.

He immediately wiped it vigorously on his inner shirt.

Then, he carefully picked up the cat.

The white cat’s fur was disheveled, and there were clear marks on its neck from being tightly choked.

Heng Yuze’s breathing trembled with distress.

“You really are a spirit, aren’t you?”

“See, I caught you red-handed.”

Bai Chendeng found a comfortable spot in his arms.

Everything felt like the moment they first met.

Chendeng had only been at his house for a little over ten days.

Yet, Heng Yuze suddenly felt that he had long departed from his peaceful days.

He glanced at the people around them, who had been controlled and were now lying unconscious on the ground.

This road was usually not this quiet. It seemed these unknown individuals had prepared in advance.

That was fine.

Heng Yuze held the cat and turned to leave.

He stopped after only two steps.

Bai Chendeng looked at him in confusion.

Heng Yuze forced an ugly smile.

Then, he walked over to the remains of the unidentified demon and squatted down.

A moment later, Heng Yuze, carrying Bai Chendeng, found his phone nearby and quickly left the area.

Only the demon corpse, now empty at the waist, remained.

Meanwhile, in a deserted alleyway.

The white-haired youth clutched his head, grimacing.

Finally, finally, he had found traces of the drum!

Regrettably, the drum had been corrupted and turned wicked. He had exhausted all his spiritual energy just to wake up the controlled man.

That person had truly high talent. If he had encountered him under normal circumstances, he would definitely have invited him onto the path of cultivation to become a drum ritualist. Alas, he still had to busy himself finding the whereabouts of the other sacrificial items.

The youth’s head was spinning. With his spiritual energy depleted, he was forced to revert to his original form.

In the alleyway, a round, snow-white titmouse appeared.

The titmouse’s black, beady eyes looked up at the sky, toward the sun.

Today’s sun seemed exceptionally bright.

Heng Yuze brought Bai Chendeng back home.

After closing the door, Heng Yuze leaned against the door panel, slowly sliding down until he was slumped on the floor.

His two long legs stretched out straight, seemingly occupying the entire entryway.

Bai Chendeng wiggled inside his jacket.

Fearing the cat was suffocating, Heng Yuze quickly pulled down the zipper.

A cat head, stained with a bit of dust and blood, poked out.

After transforming into human form, he rarely had opponents who could match him, so moments of such disarray were rare.

The fur on his neck was extremely messy, having been held and choked for a long time without mercy. If Bai Chendeng’s physical constitution hadn’t undergone earth-shattering changes compared to before, he would probably have been strangled to death.

Heng Yuze silently helped Bai Chendeng groom the fur around his neck.

As he smoothed the matted fur, he touched the swollen flesh hidden beneath.

Suppressing his heartache, Heng Yuze’s movements became more cautious and gentle.

Bai Chendeng was indeed seriously injured.

His Wish Power, Sun Radiance, and Moon Essence were completely depleted.

He leaned against Heng Yuze, feeling the man’s connection to him grow stronger.

Bai Chendeng pressed a paw onto Heng Yuze’s chest.

“Meow—”

Human bodies are fragile, and you are also injured.

After this battle, the cat had acknowledged this human.

Heng Yuze seemed to understand his gaze, and he let out a deep laugh. As he laughed, he leaned down and whispered in the cat’s ear, “Are you worried about me?”

Bai Chendeng was just a cat and didn’t want to understand these complex human emotions.

He pretended not to hear and continued to nestle in the man’s arms.

Heng Yuze chuckled heartily.

He didn’t care even if it aggravated his own wounds.

Heng Yuze took out his phone from his pocket.

He remembered calling 110 earlier and worried about any unexpected consequences.

But when he unlocked it and looked at the call history, the most recent entry was from yesterday, a brief chat with an unfamiliar colleague from the guild. The emergency call he had hastily made when he encountered the man was missing.

“Huh?”

“I clearly remember calling 110 earlier?”

Bai Chendeng naturally knew that the call Heng Yuze thought he had made had never successfully dialed.

Demons who practice such wicked arts are most afraid of attracting the attention of human official forces.

In a society where even cults with little real power are severely cracked down upon, if a powerful wicked demon reveals its tracks, it will be relentlessly hunted by the Administration until death.

Therefore, demons generally pay attention to their impact, finishing their misdeeds quickly, or taking preemptive measures to prevent news from spreading and blocking all accidents.

From the moment the man lightly tapped the small drum with his finger, Heng Yuze had already fallen into an illusion.

Heng Yuze stopped dwelling on it. He vaguely guessed that he might not have successfully dialed the number at all.

After applying medicine and wrapping bandages, Heng Yuze cleaned himself and gave the cat a full cleaning as well.

The cat lay in the sunlight, drying its fur, its tail occasionally flicking.

In the sunlight, the cat glowed. As the Sun Radiance was absorbed into his body, the cat gained a certain divinity, though this was greatly diminished by his adorable appearance.

After bagging his dirty clothes and tossing them into the trash, Heng Yuze saw Chendeng’s contented, drowsy expression.

“You really aren’t hiding it anymore. What kind of cat glows?”

He complained, yet he was even more delighted.

This meant that the cat had accepted and trusted him.

“Seriously, are you really not going to turn into a human? Are you a little cat demon? Or a little cat immortal?”

Bai Chendeng rolled over, changing from lying prone to lying on his side, presenting only his back to the chattering human.

Heng Yuze: “…”

Why did it feel like he was being scorned again?