Spirit Beast

Though the tabby had run with unbelievable speed and vanished without a trace, if it was a house cat, that made things easier. There seemed to be several villages nearby, but the closest should be over there...

Tang Changsheng soon entered a mountain village. It was small, with few people.

He had barely stepped inside when he saw an elderly woman cradling a fat cat and chattering at it. "You, you never listen. Always running off! What if a wild dog bites you..."

What else could the cat in her arms be but that very tabby?

At the sight of Tang Changsheng, the tabby struggled free, landed on the ground, and darted onto a roof, where it disappeared.

The old woman started when she saw him. A hint of surprise appeared in her cloudy eyes, and she greeted him first. "Where have you come from, Master...?"

"Hm..." Only then did Tang Changsheng notice the faint ripple of Spiritual Power around her. She was a fellow practitioner!

"I'm a wanderer. My name is Tang Changsheng. And you are, Granny?"

"I hardly deserve such a respectful address, Master," the old woman said hurriedly. "I'm Chen Wangshi, the village spirit medium. I have only a little knack for communing with spirits!"

Tang Changsheng smiled. Remote mountain villages like this often had spirit mediums. Some were born able to see Ghost Gods, while others suddenly gained that ability after a serious illness. There were all kinds.

To a true cultivator, though, such mediums knew nothing of cultivation. The abilities they possessed through talent alone were extremely limited.

Tang Changsheng merely smiled. He was not worried that anyone in this village knew of the Martial Marquis's decree to arrest Daoists...

So much time had passed, for one thing. More importantly, news traveled slowly to little