The black cat ran nimbly, relying on its exceptional balance to tread even steep cliff faces as though they were level ground.
Within the True Cultivator Circle, the land was vast and sparsely populated. Even if the hundred-odd resident people wandered about every day, they could not fill this massive space of one hundred and fifty qing, let alone the depth of the lower fifty li. The black cat ran aimlessly for a spell, stretched its muscles and bones, and soon felt somewhat bored. Its ears pricked up and dropped back down, and after a moment of this, it found a direction and bolted all the way.
That was before a cave mansion. Three people met outside the mansion and walked in while exchanging pleasantries. This was already the most bustling place within dozens of li.
Gazing at the stone tablet in front of the cave mansion, the black cat suddenly grew rather interested: Jiu Yan?
The characters themselves were nothing special, yet upon close inspection, the twisting strokes of the writing naturally exuded a divine intent, much like a coiled giant python opening its mouth to exhale wisps of smoke. The thin layer of smoke swirling outside the stone tablet originated from this.
"Does this person also possess the attainment of the Mystical Manifestation of Form and Spirit? Are they well-versed in talismanry, or skilled at spirit channeling?"
Taking advantage of the host welcoming guests and the defensive restrictions remaining unactivated, the black cat slipped straight inside. Once inside the cave mansion, it discovered that the aura here was somewhat different from the outside world. The air floated with a layer of cloying fragrance carrying a mortal, hearth-fire smell, impossible to tell whether it was pleasant or foul. A cat's curiosity was always intense; at this moment, its interest