Body Seizure

"A tough bone, aren't you..."

The Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat slowly licked its fangs with its scarlet tongue, its violet eyes reflecting the stubborn figure of the human boy.

The more he resisted, the more the killing intent in its chest boiled.

Suddenly, its pupils contracted, and its mouth split into a savage grin.

"It would be a pity to kill him outright..." Its demonic tail excitedly slapped the ground as an even more venomous thought took root in its mind—what if it could seize this body...

Then it could mingle among humans in a human body, perhaps even infiltrate the Heavenly Realm Division!

Imagining those unsuspecting martial artists being devoured one by one, the demonic cat's fur stood on end with excitement.

"Hehehe... perfect!"

Drool dripped from its gaping bloody maw, while its claws unconsciously dug at the ground.

This flawless plan made its entire body tremble with excitement.

Looking at the listless Wei Qing, the Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat hesitated no longer and instantly transformed into a streak of light that burrowed into Wei Qing's brow.

Within Wei Qing's sea of consciousness, his Mental Power flickered like a candle flame in a storm, on the verge of going out.

The instant the cat demon's Mental Power charged straight in—

Boom!

A dazzling golden light burst from the depths of the sea of consciousness, illuminating the entire spiritual world in an instant.

Amid the boundless golden radiance, a hazy figure of a woman in red stood suspended in the air. As her robes fluttered, the entire sea of consciousness trembled.

The woman lightly raised her fair hand, scattering golden starlight across the sky.

The light transformed into countless profound Dao patterns upon touching the sea of consciousness. The once shattered sea of consciousness healed completely in the blink of an eye, suffused with a faint golden glow.

"A mere beast dares covet his body."

Her cold voice was not loud, yet it shook the cat demon's soul body until it nearly scattered apart.

The demon discovered in terror that its soul body seemed trapped in a swamp, utterly unable to move.

"You... just who are you?"

The woman did not answer. She merely raised a jade-like finger, and a point of cold light gathered at its tip...

"Perish."

As that single word fell, the cat demon's soul body cracked inch by inch like glazed glass.

"Ah—!"

Amid its shrill wails, the Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat's demonic soul turned into a sky full of glowing motes.

With a sweep of her wide sleeve, those points of light instantly condensed into a crystalline Mental Power crystal, hovering above the sea of consciousness.

"This should be enough for a while."

As her fair hands formed seals, a golden thread connected the sphere of light to the sea of consciousness.

The pure Mental Power flowed like a trickling stream, slowly nourishing Wei Qing's nearly depleted sea of consciousness.

After completing all this, she raised her head, her gaze seeming to pierce through the sea of consciousness and look somewhere beyond the outside world.

"As for you..."

Outside.

Zhu Huan had just regained the ability to move and was about to flee when his entire body suddenly stiffened.

An illusory female figure slowly condensed before him. The terrifying pressure radiating from her body was more than a hundred times stronger than that of the Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat!

Gulp—

Zhu Huan swallowed hard, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. "I... I do not know, se... senior..."

"Sign it."

The woman lightly raised her fair hand, and a beam of white light descended from the void, transforming into a profound contract that hovered before Zhu Huan.

Ancient runes flowed across the contract, emitting fluctuations of law that made one's heart palpitate.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhu Huan bit his fingertip. The instant his blood fell onto the contract, the entire contract erupted with a blinding blood-red glow and transformed into a streak of light that entered his brow.

The Master-Servant Contract was formed!

At that moment, Zhu Huan felt no fear whatsoever. Instead, he trembled all over with excitement.

He had never dreamed that such a heaven-reaching, earth-penetrating mighty being would take a mere Seventh-Rank Martial Artist like him as a servant.

The woman raised her fair hand again, and a gentle golden light enveloped Zhu Huan. The vicious Demonic Marks on his face melted away like spring snow.

What shocked him even more was—

Not only had his cultivation not fallen, but under the nourishment of the golden light, it became increasingly solid.

All the hidden ailments in his body vanished. Every inch of flesh seemed reborn, sending waves of joyous, leaping throbs through him.

"Thank you, Master, for the grace of remaking me!"

Zhu Huan prostrated himself fully on the ground, his voice choked with emotion. No one understood better than him just how terrifying those Demonic Marks that eroded one's mind were.

Zhu Huan's shock was beyond measure. The hidden danger of the Demonic Marks that had plagued him for so long had been casually swept away by this master as though dusting off dirt.

"Your true master is him."

The woman's illusory finger pointed toward the unconscious Wei Qing.

"This subordinate understands!"

Zhu Huan hurriedly kowtowed, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

For such a heaven-reaching mighty being to protect this youth with all her strength, the boy's origins were likely even more astonishing than he had imagined.

Whether he followed the woman before him or pledged loyalty to Wei Qing, either was a tremendous opportunity for him.

The woman's figure gradually faded, turning into a stream of light that entered Wei Qing's brow.

Zhu Huan immediately straightened his back and stood guard beside Wei Qing like the most loyal of protectors. Even his breathing became exceedingly light, for fear of disturbing his master's recovery.

Within the sea of consciousness.

Wei Qing's awareness slowly awakened.

To his surprise, he discovered that not only had his Mental Power not collapsed, it had instead become several degrees more solid than before. More importantly—

The sphere of Mental Power floating above his sea of consciousness was still continuously nourishing and strengthening his Mental Power.

With a thought from Wei Qing, the system panel appeared:

Host: Wei Qing

Age: 16

Realm: Seventh-Rank Martial Artist (Beginner)

Mental: 357

Strength: 236

Constitution: 235

Martial Skill: Flowing Cloud Slash (Perfected) - Profound Meaning: Lotus

Cultivation Technique: Nanke's Dream (Minor Mastery)

Sure enough, the strength of his divine consciousness had surged by nearly thirty percent!

Each time that mysterious halo of Mental Power circulated, his sea of consciousness became a little more solid.

Wei Qing tried drawing out a wisp of it, and immediately felt his thoughts become clearer than ever before. Even certain obscure portions of Nanke's Dream suddenly became crystal clear.

Even his martial artist realm had risen to Seventh-Rank Martial Artist along with it.

What exactly was going on?

No!

He suddenly came to his senses. He had clearly been fighting the Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat in a battle of life and death.

Yet the instant he opened his eyes, he discovered that the Blood Moon space had long since vanished, and he was lying in the courtyard of Li Daniu's home.

"This servant was blinded by obsession and betrayed humanity. Please punish this servant, Master." Zhu Huan suddenly knelt and pleaded guilty, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground.

Master?

Punish?

Wei Qing frowned tightly. What exactly had happened while he was unconscious?

"Zhu Huan, what exactly happened?"

"It was like this, Master..."

From Zhu Huan's account, it turned out that a mysterious expert had happened to pass by.

She had slain the demonic cat, purified the Demonic Marks, and established a Master-Servant Contract to bind Zhu Huan.

When he reached the crucial parts, Zhu Huan's gaze flickered slightly. He was clearly hiding something.

Wei Qing looked inward at his sea of consciousness and indeed found a Master-Servant Contract floating within it. With a single thought, he could determine Zhu Huan's life or death.

He temporarily suppressed his doubts and asked in a deep voice, "Are there still people in Qingcheng colluding with demons?"

"Yes." Zhu Huan lowered his voice. "The Fang Family's eldest son... Fang Xiang."

"That Fang Family belonging to Magistrate Fang?" Wei Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Precisely."