Ghost Wail Market

After a quarter of an hour, Xu Yuan had searched every inch of the bandit cultivators' bodies. With a dark expression, he burned their corpses to ashes.

"No wonder they became bandit cultivators. Damn it, aside from the clothes on their backs, they had nothing else."

Stuffing several barely passable pieces of junk into his storage pouch, Xu Yuan sighed and prepared to continue toward Ghost Wail Market.

Just then, the grass around the corpses stirred. A fist-sized black fluffball emerged.

It was a little cat with emerald-green eyes—but it had two tails.

Seemingly drawn by the burning corpses, it approached and inhaled. Strands of grayish-white aura rose from the ash piles and were sucked into its nose.

"What kind of demonic beast is this?"

Xu Yuan's eyes held a trace of curiosity. This was his first time seeing a demonic beast capable of drawing yin souls into its body.

As Xu Yuan observed this unusual cat-like demonic beast, it observed him as well. Its emerald pupils blinked, then it suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a pale crystal the size of a fingernail.

Extending a paw, it pushed the crystal toward Xu Yuan. "For me?"

Xu Yuan asked curiously. The little cat-like demonic beast nodded.

"Is this payment?"

With a gesture of his hand, Xu Yuan drew the crystal over. Just as he was about to inspect what it was, the little cat-like demonic beast's figure suddenly faded. In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace.

"Huh?"

Xu Yuan looked surprised. Even with his divine sense spread out and his cultivation undisguised, he had not sensed at all how it had disappeared.

"What exactly was that demonic beast?"

Picking up the pale crystal for another look, Xu Yuan could sense that it contained some kind