Dunan

The handsome monk walked out of the mountain forest where the Black Dragon Evil Sect was located.

He did not tell the sect forces of Southern Barren State about the appearance of demonic cultivators, because he had to personally deal with demons and eliminate evil.

Whoosh!

A fluffy white kitten darted over, landed on his shoulder, and said, "Where are we going?"

It could speak human language?

Could it be a Spirit Beast comparable to a Martial King?

Not at all.

The little fellow's strength was merely at the low-grade level. It could speak human language because it possessed that ability by nature.

Spirit Beasts could speak human language at the very least, but mutated Fierce Beasts could awaken their intelligence early.

The Spirit Cat was one of them.

These pet-like little fellows were not strong. They could even be described as absolute weaklings, yet not long after birth, they could communicate normally with humans.

Heaven had given them cute appearances and the right to speak, so naturally, it had also deprived them of combat strength.

Of course.

The Spirit Cat's greatest advantage lay in its exceptionally keen sense of smell.

"Eh?"

The little fellow perched on the monk's shoulder sniffed lightly and said in surprise, "You have Demonic Energy on you. Could it be that a demonic cultivator appeared in the mountain forest?"

Its nose was truly sharp.

"You didn't smell any Demonic Energy outside?" the monk asked.

"No."

The Spirit Cat said.

"Maybe they didn't enter or leave from here."

The monk took it around the mountain forest in a full circle, but still found nothing.

"Strange."

The Spirit Cat said puzzledly, "There's clearly Demonic Energy here. Why isn't there even the slightest trace nearby? Could that fellow have flown away?"

The monk said, "The other party's Demonic