Late at night, Tang Yu took a quick shower and watched short videos for a while.
The resurgence of spiritual energy was no longer a secret. Short videos of cultivators fighting were everywhere online, more exciting than any martial arts movie. The one he was watching showed two cultivators dueling, forming hand seals and chanting spells as they summoned wind and rain. It was quite a spectacle.
Tang Yu watched with envy. He had tested his aptitude and found he had no spiritual root, so he couldn't cultivate.
Still, his life had improved somewhat. Perhaps his conscience had finally caught up with him: his boss was now exceedingly cautious around him, and the company valued him greatly, promoting and entrusting him with important work. His ex-girlfriend had also, for some reason, tearfully apologized to him, saying she shouldn't have left him.
"Maybe you've brought me good luck." Tang Yu smiled and stroked the black cat's head. The cat obediently snuggled closer to him and meowed a few times.
Tang Yu watched a few more short videos. Most were about cultivators. One news report said that a serial killer suspected of being a cultivator had fled to their city. The Cultivation Affairs Bureau had dispatched agents to track him down and urged everyone to stay indoors at night as much as possible.
Mastering extraordinary abilities could also unleash the darkest desires in one's heart. That was why sects in the cultivation world, as well as those on Blue Star, placed such importance on cultivating one's character.
"Cultivators aren't all good people, either," Tang Yu muttered. He yawned and went to sleep.
Once he was sound asleep, the black cat transformed into a cat-eared girl. She quietly picked up the small brass cauldron, climbed out the window, and raced across the rooftops.