Blood-Changing Martial Cat?! (Bonus Chapter, Please Bookmark and Vote)

Blood-Changing Martial Cat?! (Bonus Chapter, Please Bookmark and Vote~)

Chen Yan had just tossed aside the torn talisman paper in his hand when he heard a faint meow beside him:

"Meow..."

Chen Yan hurriedly crouched down. Facai had somehow already awakened, and the blood scab on his abdomen had fallen away, revealing tender new white flesh where the wound had crusted over.

"Facai, you're awake? How do you feel?"

"Meow."

Seeing Chen Yan's concerned gaze, Facai answered with a meow, then actually trembled as he rose from the ground. Before Chen Yan could help him, after staggering a little at first, he eventually stood steadily on all fours. He even experimentally hopped in place, letting out a vigorous response:

"Meow!"

At the sight, the great stone hanging over Chen Yan's heart finally dropped.

Though the Great Return Pill was not a miraculous medicine specifically made for healing injuries, its ingredients were precious enough that it still had considerable restorative effects.

Chen Yan watched for a while, then suddenly gave a soft cry of surprise.

"Huh? Have you grown a little?"

If Facai had previously been no bigger than an ordinary cat, he was now about the size of a small dog, visibly a whole circle larger.

"Meow?"

Facai looked at Chen Yan blankly, then bewilderedly glanced over his own body.

Then his forelegs pressed low to the ground, while his hind legs bent and gathered strength.

The next instant.

With a whoosh, he turned into a black blur and leaped onto the roof. He was so fast that he even left an afterimage in the air!

"Hiss—"

Chen Yan sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes full of shock.

He seemed to have guessed something. Casually picking up a blue brick from the ground, he threw it over and shouted:

"Facai, attack that brick!"

No sooner said than done. Facai's gaze sharpened, and he swung out a claw. A cold gleam sliced through the air.

Pff!

The hard bluestone brick shattered into three pieces in midair as easily as tofu.

"Blood-Changing?!!"

Chen Yan was utterly stunned, disbelief filling his eyes.

He had never imagined that this Great Return Pill would not only save Facai's life, but also greatly increase his strength. At least in speed and reaction, he was already no weaker than a Blood-Changing Martial Artist.

What was this?

A Blood-Changing Martial Cat?

"Meow~"

Facai seemed extremely pleased by Chen Yan's shocked expression. He gave an aloof little meow, then jumped down from the roof and padded over to Chen Yan's feet with graceful cat steps. He slanted a glance at Chen Yan, looking as though he were saying that from now on, Lord Facai would protect him.

"Lord Facai is badass..."

To be fair, if a Blood-Changing Martial Artist let his guard down, Facai really might successfully ambush him. Blood-Changing Martial Artists were still human, after all. An attack on their vulnerable parts would be just as lethal.

At the same time, Chen Yan could not help silently mourning for the local dogs and livestock of Shanxi Town. With Facai's current combat strength, he was practically invincible throughout Shanxi Town's animal kingdom.

After testing Facai's strength, Chen Yan saw that it was already broad daylight. Rather than going back to sleep, he stewed the silver carp Facai had caught in the water vat.

But one silver carp was naturally not enough to fill a Blood-Changing Martial Artist and a Blood-Changing Martial Cat. Chen Yan had no choice but to buy another twenty buns from a street stall. Only after splitting them with Facai were they barely six or seven-tenths full.

After eating and drinking their fill, Chen Yan did not hurry to take the human skin to the County Yamen. Instead, as usual, he set off for the shack district and headed to the old woman's home.

Though doing one good deed a day could only earn him one point of merit, far less than the merit gained from killing Skin-Peeling Puppets, Chen Yan had persisted for over three months now. It had become a habit.

This time, he did not leave Facai at home. The mastermind behind everything already knew of his existence, and his residence was no longer safe. Leaving Facai alone to guard the house carried risks, so Chen Yan simply brought him along to the old woman's home.

A Blood-Changing Martial Artist naturally moved quickly. In less than half a quarter-hour, the old woman's home came into view in the distance.

When he reached the entrance, Chen Yan saw that the old woman's gate stood wide open, while the small courtyard was empty. His brows immediately furrowed.

At this hour in the past, the old woman would either be waiting for him at the gate or weaving bamboo baskets in the courtyard. This was the first time he had seen the courtyard empty while the front gate stood open.

A bad feeling rose in his heart. Chen Yan walked straight inside and called loudly:

"Granny, are you home?"

There was no response for a long while. Chen Yan quickened his pace and headed toward the two straw shacks in the inner yard, while Facai followed closely behind him, equally alert.

Seeing that the shack door was also wide open, Chen Yan's sense of foreboding intensified. Without another word, he stepped inside.

The moment he looked in—

He saw two figures standing beside the bed in the small straw hut. Both wore white hemp garments like mourning clothes. The old woman was nowhere to be seen. Only her young granddaughter lay on the bed, pale-faced.

One of the figures held a bowl of talisman water and was bending over, intending to feed it into the little girl's mouth.

"Stop!"

Chen Yan shouted and lunged forward, striking with his palm at the hand holding the talisman water.

Before that figure could react, the other figure behind him reacted first.

This man stood over eight feet tall, built like an iron tower. Bulging muscles had nearly burst through his white hemp clothes, gleaming with a metallic sheen. He wore a conical hat that concealed his face, making his features impossible to see clearly.

Seeing Chen Yan charge in so aggressively, the giant man stepped forward to block him. His iron fist, as large as a sandbag, smashed heavily toward Chen Yan's face. The swift punch wind even tore through the air with a sharp howl.

"Bold!"

As the giant's iron fist came at him, a fierce glint flashed through Chen Yan's eyes. He turned his palm into a fist and threw out a savage punch of his own.

Bang!

A heavy muffled impact rang out.

Chen Yan felt an enormous force crash into him. The tremendous recoil forced him back three steps before he could dissipate it.

Yet the giant opposite him did not move in the slightest, standing firm like an iron tower.

What tremendous strength! Chen Yan was inwardly alarmed.

In their first exchange, he had actually fallen into the disadvantage.

But Chen Yan had also drawn all of the giant's attention. In a corner no one noticed, a black blur as swift as lightning shot out, leaving an afterimage behind it.

Then a cold gleam flashed.

Clang!

The porcelain bowl in the man's hand beside the bed immediately split into two, and talisman water mixed with ashes spilled all over the ground.

Before anyone could react, the black shadow twisted through the air and landed behind Chen Yan. Its black-and-white mismatched eyes gleamed brightly. Who else could it be but the black cat Facai?

"Hmph!"

Seeing Facai destroy the talisman water, the giant snorted coldly, stepped forward, clenched his right hand into a fist, and smashed it out!

The fierce punch wind made even the straw hut tremble.

Chen Yan's gaze turned solemn. Knowing full well that he could not match the giant in strength, his right hand had already gripped the Fish Dragon Saber.

But at that moment, the man beside the bed straightened up and suddenly spoke:

"A Jia, stop."

As soon as the man spoke, the giant's fist, already halfway through its swing, stopped instantly in midair. Such perfect control over advance and retreat shocked Chen Yan even more.

The giant withdrew his fist and stood behind the man by the bed like a guard.

Only then did the man beside the bed fully reveal himself. He looked at Chen Yan with a smile and said warmly:

"Young layman, we meet again."

Dressed in white hemp clothes, tall and lean, with a gentle smile on his face—who else could he be but the mysterious man from the Rebirth Cult whom Chen Yan had encountered several times before?!

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