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Chapter 11 The Ten-Thousand-Year Flame Spirit Cat

Han Feng watched as Han Dang and his three companions charged forward. The short distance of a hundred meters was not enough to stop them, and they were about to reach the Crimson Flame Lord.

Seeing this, Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems Zhang Lingling's fourth spirit ring is a sure thing.

Meow~

Just then, Han Feng was suddenly stunned—in this mixed area of ​​the Star Dou Forest where thousand-year-old soul beasts roamed, he actually heard a soft and delicate meow?

Filled with doubt, Han Feng looked in the direction of the sound and found a small cat, about the size of a human hand, looking at him timidly a dozen meters behind him. Its fiery red fur looked very cute. If the cat lovers of his previous life saw it, they would probably have nosebleeds by now!

Han Feng felt a little strange. How could such a cute little cat appear in the mixed zone of Star Dou Forest?

Could it be some kind of spirit beast?

But this kitten doesn't seem to be very dangerous, does it?

However, Han Feng was not a cat lover. Although he liked the cute kitten very much, he did not move it. He just smiled gently at the kitten, put his index finger to his lips to make a shushing gesture, and then turned to go back.

Han Feng wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the moment he looked away, the kitten seemed to show a hint of displeasure. Then, he heard an increasingly soft and charming "meow~". Han Feng suddenly froze, as if he were possessed, and stared blankly at the kitten again.

Seeing that Han Feng did not resist this time, the kitten smiled with satisfaction, a pink glint flashing in its vertical eyes. Han Feng was completely stunned. Under the kitten's expectant gaze, he walked towards the kitten step by step, carefully picked it up, and stroked the kitten's fur with his right hand, constantly rubbing the kitten.

As Han Feng made his movements, the kitten's face showed an expression of enjoyment. It glanced at Han Feng, then lazily nestled in his arms, letting him do as he pleased.

"boom!"

Just as the kitten was about to close its eyes, a loud noise suddenly came from ahead. The kitten was immediately furious. It first glanced nervously at Han Feng, and seeing that Han Feng showed no signs of waking up, it breathed a sigh of relief in a human-like manner. Then, it looked ahead with a fierce glint in its eyes, with flames rising up, far more powerful than the Crimson Flame Lord!

But then they saw that Han Dang and his three companions had already reached the Crimson Flame Lord. Naturally, the Crimson Flame Lord would not sit idly by and wait to die. He punched Han Dang's Xuanjia Shield, making a loud noise.

The kitten's vertical pupils darted back and forth between the Crimson Flame Lord and Han Dang and the other three, its eyes blazing with murderous intent. However, worried that its movements would wake Han Feng, it had no choice but to suppress its murderous aura. It leaped up and landed on Han Feng's shoulder, sticking out its tongue to lick Han Feng's face. Its soft, seductive meows rang out again. Han Feng, like a puppet on a string, carried the kitten step by step away from Han Dang and the others.

Han Feng only stopped when he could no longer hear Han Dang and the others. The kitten returned to Han Feng's arms and enjoyed his stroking again, its tail swaying comfortably.

Meanwhile, Han Dang and his group of four quickly succeeded. Under Chen Shengtiange's attacks, the Crimson Flame Lord was barely breathing.

With the lords defeated, the Crimson Flame Ghosts naturally scattered like birds and beasts.

Han Dang had expended a great deal of soul power, as had Wu Fan and Chen Sheng, and both had dispelled their martial soul possession. Zhang Lingling stepped out from behind Han Dang, who smiled gently at her and said, "Wife, go absorb your soul rings!"

Zhang Lingling took a deep breath, and without any pretense, went directly to the Crimson Flame Lord and ended his life with a single strike. A bright purple soul ring rose from within the Crimson Flame Lord's body.

Wu Fan and Chen Sheng glanced at the corpse of the Crimson Flame Lord and quickly determined that no soul bones had been produced from it. They simply took turns protecting Zhang Lingling, recovering their soul power while protecting her—this was the agreement in the deal.

Zhang Lingling was a level 40 Soul Master, so absorbing a 5,000-year-old Soul Ring was quite easy for her, and she quickly passed through the most dangerous period.

On the other side, Han Dang saw that Zhang Lingling's absorption of the soul ring was on track, and breathed a sigh of relief before heading towards Han Feng's location.

When Han Dang arrived at the place where Han Feng had been, he couldn't find Han Feng anywhere. Han Dang initially thought Han Feng had hidden well and cursed him in annoyance, but still couldn't find Han Feng. He gradually realized the seriousness of the situation.

Han Dang frantically searched every inch of the area within a dozen meters, but apart from a few red hairs that Han Dang didn't even notice, there wasn't even a single footprint!

Han Dang didn't even know if Han Feng had run away on his own because he was playing, or if Han Feng had encountered some danger.

If it encountered some kind of danger, why was there no sound at all?

After closing his eyes and carefully sensing the situation, Han Dang could still sense through his third soul skill that Han Feng's life was not in danger. He immediately cursed angrily, "You unlucky brat, always causing me trouble! Just wait until you get back, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Han Dang's third soul skill can protect the shield bearer and also allow Han Dang to sense the shield bearer's life status. Although he cannot track the shield bearer, Han Feng's life flame is extremely strong now, so Han Dang naturally regards Han Feng's disappearance as Han Feng's own mischief.

If the master were here, he certainly wouldn't be as calm as Han Dang—the master would definitely be able to recognize that the red fur on the ground that Han Dang ignored was clearly the fur of the Flame Spirit Cat, and judging from the color of the fur, its cultivation level was probably no less than ten thousand years!

The Flame Spirit Cat is a very special soul beast. No matter how many years of cultivation a Flame Spirit Cat has, it always looks like a harmless kitten. Furthermore, the Flame Spirit Cat has extremely high intelligence. Once it enters the realm of ten thousand years, it can possess the intelligence of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old human. Moreover, this kind of soul beast will also be close to certain types of humans.

Using their talents, they first determine the advantages and disadvantages of a human to themselves. If it is advantageous or harmless, they then observe the human. Only when they determine that they like a human will they appear and use their charm skills to take that human away for intimate interaction—commonly known as petting a cat.

During the process of petting the cat, the Flame Spirit Cat will subtly change the subconscious of the human. This process can take anywhere from one or two days to ten days or half a month, and it will only stop after turning the human into its cat slave.

In the current situation, it is obvious that Han Feng has been "taken a liking" by a ten-thousand-year-old Flame Spirit Cat. Although he will not be in mortal danger after being taken away by the Flame Spirit Cat, he will no longer be considered the same person after becoming a cat slave.

If Han Feng were to become a cat slave, he might even forget Han Dang and Zhang Lingling, only remembering the Flame Spirit Cat. Han Dang clearly didn't know how dangerous Han Feng was at this moment. Actually, it's not Han Dang's fault, since he had never heard of the Flame Spirit Cat before, and in his more than 20 years as a Soul Master, he had never even seen a Soul Beast with a charm skill!

It's impossible to say that Han Dang wasn't worried about Han Feng at all. This was the Star Dou Great Forest, fraught with danger. But turning back to look at Zhang Lingling, who was absorbing her spirit ring, a conflicted expression crossed his face.

In the end, Han Dang chose Zhang Lingling. After all, Han Feng was just "mischievous" and ran off to play; he would come back sooner or later, and with the protection of the counterattack fire ring and black shield, he was generally not in danger. Zhang Lingling, on the other hand...

Han Dangke was not comfortable leaving Wu Fan and Chen Sheng to guard Zhang Lingling.

Just when Han Dang thought Han Feng was running away, Han Feng was standing there in a daze, holding Yan Ling Cat in his arms. Yan Ling Cat was lazily stretching in his arms.

The Flame Spirit Cat's vertical pupils darted around playfully, and with a human-like, foxy smile, it jumped onto Han Feng's shoulder, stuck out its tongue, and licked Han Feng's ear. To the Flame Spirit Cat's surprise, Han Feng's earlobe was extremely sensitive. Han Feng, whose eyes were full of confusion, trembled all over at the Flame Spirit Cat's touch, which made the Flame Spirit Cat's vertical pupils narrow.

The Flame Spirit Cat licked Han Feng's earlobe, and the more Han Feng trembled, the more it enjoyed it.

What the Flame Spirit Cat didn't notice was that while it was "interacting" with Han Feng, the confusion in Han Feng's eyes was fading.

"Click! Click click click!"

"Meow!"

Suddenly, white bone material appeared on Han Feng's face. The bone material quickly took shape and transformed into a bull's head mask. Yan Ling Cat was terrified and jumped away after letting out a scream!

At this moment, Han Feng's aura completely changed. The warm and friendly feeling that Yanling Cat had before was gone, replaced by coldness and ferocity, like a raging and warlike soul beast!

The Flame Spirit Cat's fur stood on end, and it cried out, "Meow!" (Who are you!? Where is my cat lover!?)

"roar!"

The only response from the Flame Spirit Cat was a mad, irrational roar. The Flame Spirit Cat couldn't understand what it meant; it was neither human nor beast language. It could only stare intently at the figure before it. Except for the head, he looked almost exactly like Han Feng, but the Flame Spirit Cat was certain that they were not the same person.

"Meow!" (What did you do to my cat owner!? Give him back to me!)

"Roar roar roar!"

Han Feng, now in his bull-head form, roared as his violent soul power surged forth, causing the surrounding trees to rustle.

"Meow!" (Give him back to me right now! Or I'm going to hit you!)

Whether it was a trick of the eye or not, Yanling Cat seemed to see the Minotaur reveal a mocking smile. Then, Minotaur Han Feng raised the black shield given to him by Han Dang in his right hand, held it horizontally in front of him, and charged directly at Yanling Cat!

The Flame Spirit Cat was not about to sit idly by and wait to die. With a kick of its four short legs, it immediately unleashed a terrifying power and grabbed at Han Feng!

"male!"

But as soon as the Flame Cat approached, the counterattack fire ring reacted, frantically attacking the Flame Cat. Previously, the Flame Cat had no real intention to attack Han Feng, so the counterattack fire ring did not react. Now that the Flame Cat had made its move, the counterattack fire ring naturally exerted its due power.

Although the Counterattack Fire Ring was extraordinary, the Flame Spirit Cat was, after all, a fire-attribute soul beast. The flames of the Counterattack Fire Ring only momentarily stopped it before being destroyed.

But that one second was enough. In that time, Minotaur Han Feng had already arrived in front of Flame Spirit Cat!

(End of this chapter)