Don't Touch My Cat

Saintess Hall.

This was the residence granted to Bibi Dong after she broke through to become a Soul Saint at the age of twenty and was conferred the title of Saintess.

Bibi Dong felt like a stranger to this place. She hadn't lived here for long before she began her six-year life of confinement deep within the Pope Hall.

"You'll sleep here from now on."

Bibi Dong brought over a large rocking chair and placed it beside her bed.

Nan Feng looked at the "crib" before him with a strange expression. "Are you really raising me like a cat?"

"Don't tell me you want to turn back into a human?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow.

"Don't forget, this Saintess Hall is crawling with his spies. Every move I make is under his surveillance. If you dare to secretly turn back into a human, just imagine what the consequences would be if you were discovered."

Nan Feng hopped onto the rocking chair, feeling somewhat depressed, and tried lying down.

Hmm, it was unexpectedly comfortable!

"Being a cat isn't so bad, actually." Nan Feng stretched.

"So, what are your plans for the future?"

The timeline before Tang San's birth was chaotic; he didn't even know what part of the plot they were currently in.

However, according to the lore, Qian Renxue was about ten years older than Tang San and had gone undercover in the Heaven Dou Imperial Family at the age of nine.

Three years ago, Qian Renxue's Martial Soul awakened, and Bibi Dong went to the Slaughter City. That meant Qian Renxue was nine years old now. In other words, Qian Renxue would be heading to the Heaven Dou Empire to go undercover this year, and Tang San still had at least another year before he was born.

"I'm waiting for an opportunity." Bibi Dong scooped Nan Feng into her arms and lay down on the bed.

"They won't make a move against me in the short term."

"Then why not consider the plan I mentioned earlier?" Nan Feng said.

"Cultivate Qian Renxue, let her..."

"Stop!" The corner of Bibi Dong's eye twitched violently.

"What kind of things do you have in that head of yours?"

"I'm just trying to help you, aren't I?" Nan Feng said.

"Help me?" Bibi Dong found it somewhat amusing.

"Why would you want to help me?"

Back in Slaughter City, if Nan Feng hadn't possessed a special healing ability, she wouldn't have provoked so many Fallen Ones just for a child.

Having been delayed in Slaughter City for so long, aside from those dreams, a large part of the reason was that those Fallen Ones frequently tried to snatch Nan Feng, her "healing item," away from her, which made it impossible for her to focus on the matches in the Slaughter Arena.

"You helped me in Slaughter City and even brought me out. Isn't it only natural that I help you in return?" Nan Feng said.

"As for Martial Soul Hall, no matter how righteous and glorious they claim to be, it has nothing to do with me."

"I will help you, regardless of whether you are right or wrong."

Bibi Dong shook her head with a complex expression. "But you have already helped me for three years. Now that I have brought you out, we should be considered even."

"This matter is very dangerous; you had better not get involved."

She had no certainty regarding her revenge, and even if she succeeded, there was a high probability that Qian Daoliu would kill her.

"I will find an opportunity to arrange a proper identity for you. Do not speak of this again," Bibi Dong said.

"Oh." Nan Feng nodded.

Not help?

Is that even possible?

As long as he killed Qian Xunji and the position of Pope fell to Bibi Dong, wouldn't he, as the Pope's little lover, be one person above all others in a matter of minutes?

Kill Qian Xunji, coax Qian Renxue, and take over Martial Soul Hall!

Everyone has a bright future!

Sunlight spilled down, and the air was filled with the scent of birds and flowers.

Greeting the fresh air, Nan Feng, who had just woken up, went out for a stroll.

The guards at the Saintess Hall all knew that Bibi Dong had brought back a cat, so Nan Feng's path was unobstructed along the way.

This is what you call living!

That hellhole, Slaughter City, had air filled with the stench of blood and all sorts of strange odors; even breathing was a form of torture. Fortunately, the power of the Horse Talisman could also purify the air. Whenever he was alone in his small room, he was breathing "safe gas." Otherwise, he felt he would have already had a breakdown in that godforsaken place...

"Meow?"

Distracted, Nan Feng suddenly felt his body lifting off the ground.

Which blind fool is this!

Don't they know I'm Bibi Dong's cat?!

"Mimi?"

A soft, sweet voice sounded by his ear. Nan Feng, who had been about to fly into a rage, felt most of his anger dissipate.

Well, if it's a pretty little girl, I suppose I can tolerate it.

"Meow?" Nan Feng turned his head, and an exquisite little face appeared before his eyes.

Golden hair, a little girl, and this aura that felt similar to Qian Xunji... Qian Renxue?

Looking at the dazed little cat in front of her, Qian Renxue felt a bit puzzled.

Wasn't it said that the Holy Spirit Cat was extremely timid and highly sensitive?

Why did this cat feel... a bit dull?

"Xiao Feng?"

Waking up in the morning to find that Nan Feng had disappeared from the head of the bed, Bibi Dong had come out to look for the cat.

"Xiao..."

Rounding the corner, she saw Qian Renxue holding a small golden cat in her arms. Bibi Dong's expression instantly plummeted.

"Mom..."

"Don't touch my cat!"

Bibi Dong flashed forward and snatched Nan Feng from Qian Renxue's arms.

"I..." Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

"What are you doing here?" Bibi Dong glanced at Qian Renxue coldly.

"Get out!"

Qian Renxue, who had just taken out a gift box and hadn't even had the chance to speak, swayed twice and took a half-step back, her little face turning deathly pale.

Even the gift box in her hand fell to the floor.

"Why?" Qian Renxue raised her head, her eyes red, and asked with a trembling voice.

Bibi Dong did not answer; she turned and walked away, cradling Nan Feng.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue subconsciously activated her Martial Soul Avatar and leaped forward, blocking Bibi Dong's path.

"Why? Why do you treat me like this?"

Before she was six, her father told her that her mother didn't like useless people, which was why she didn't like her. But after she awakened her Martial Soul at six, possessing the top-tier Innate Level 20 talent and the highest quality Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, her mother's attitude toward her had only gotten worse!

She didn't understand!

Why!

"..."

Looking at the Six-Winged Angel martial soul before her and sensing that holy aura that disgusted her, Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. A thick, blood-red killing intent slowly began to overflow from her body.

Qian Renxue's expression stiffened, and the circulation of her soul power stalled. She collapsed to the ground, limp, looking at the terrifying Bibi Dong before her with fear.

"Meow!"

Nan Feng stretched out his soft, fleshy paw and swiped it across Bibi Dong's face.

The Horse Talisman activated, suppressing the out-of-control killing intent.

Bibi Dong snapped back to her senses, gasping for air. She shook her head vigorously, clutched Nan Feng, and quickly fled the scene.

Qian Renxue sat slumped on the ground in a daze, staring blankly in the direction where Bibi Dong had disappeared.

"..."

Hiding in the shadows, Qian Xunji felt a twinge of disappointment at this sight. If Bibi Dong had lost control of her killing intent and attacked, he could have stepped in just in time to save Qian Renxue and sustain a few appropriate injuries; that would have diminished the child's affection for Bibi Dong by more than half.

The effect still wasn't enough...

"Xiaoxue!"

Arriving fashionably late, Qian Xunji hurried over and helped Qian Renxue up from the ground.

"Xiaoxue, are you alright?"

"I... I'm fine." Qian Renxue shook her head.

As the fear faded, she recalled Bibi Dong's abnormal reaction just moments ago, and her heart was filled with confusion.

"Father, what happened to Mother?" Qian Renxue asked.

"She just now..."

Qian Xunji shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure myself. Perhaps the aftereffects from that place, the Slaughter City, haven't been completely resolved yet."

"Slaughter City?" Qian Renxue's face showed confusion.

"What kind of place is that? Is that where Mother went to train these past few years?"

Qian Xunji nodded. "It is a very dangerous place. I tried to advise her against it, but she insisted on going."

"Xiaoxue, you..."

Qian Renxue turned around and ran off in the other direction.

"I'm going to ask Grandfather!"

"Xiaoxue..." Qian Xunji watched the departing Qian Renxue with a helpless expression.

Why was it not going according to his plan...