Pavilion Master

The rat was about the size of a dog, standing upright on two legs and holding a cane, like an old man learning to walk like a human.

Its tiny eyes gleamed with cunning.

Under the moonlight, seeing an upright rat in such an environment was truly eerie.

Chen Feng could tell at a glance that this rat was far more powerful and cultivated than any of the Five Great Immortals he had encountered before.

After staring at Chen Feng for a moment, it suddenly spoke in human language. "Do I look like a human to you?"

Chen Feng laughed when he heard that. "Aren't you just a big rat? You don't look human."

The rat's gaze flickered. "What? You're saying I'm not human?"

The rat seemed utterly enraged. Red demonic energy burst from its body as it pounced straight at him.

At the same time, it roared, "Why do you say I don't look human? Why? Decades of my cultivation have been ruined by you! Damn you!"

As it neared Chen Feng, it bared its fangs.

One claw had already lashed out.

Demonic energy surged around that claw. Murder flashed across the rat's face as it tried to kill Chen Feng.

Whoosh!

Chen Feng drew the Silver White Sword in his hand and thrust it straight through its chest.

Blood flowed out, staining the ground red as it collapsed on the spot.

Chen Feng understood the rat's behavior. Generally, once creatures like these reached a certain stage of cultivation, they would seek recognition from humans. If someone said they looked human, not only would their cultivation stabilize, but it could also improve considerably.

As long as someone said they looked human, such creatures would gradually grow toward human form and become powerful beings.

But if someone said they were