A cat that lingers beside a saint

Su Bai panicked.

But he dared not speak.

These people present are all ruthless individuals.

One of them, in a fit of rage, stormed the Heavenly Court for his mother's sake, even attempting to kill Erlang Shen, the Jade Emperor's son.

One is Nezha, the third prince, who returned his bones to his father and his flesh to his mother.

In addition, there are the Meishan brothers around Yang Jian, none of whom he can afford to provoke right now.

He wanted to run away.

But as soon as he took a step, Nezha's Hun Tian Ling would pull him back.

Su Bai was furious.

He genuinely wanted to shout that he was a disciple of a sage.

But the thought of the Investiture of the Gods war dampened his spirits.

Everyone knows about the Investiture of the Gods war. These two are from the Chan Sect. Although the three sects have declined, if Su Bai dares to shout, these two will really dare to execute him on the spot.

Just then, Yang Jian suddenly appeared in front of Su Bai, reached out and grabbed him, then examined him closely.

Having been born with the ability to see the heavens, he immediately noticed Su Bai's difference.

In his view, the kitten had no demonic aura whatsoever, and it was clear that it was cultivating by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

However, he couldn't see through the small sword hanging around his neck.

Since achieving physical sainthood, nothing in this world can escape his divine eyes.

As long as he uses this eye to see, there is nothing he cannot see through.

Of course, there are some things in this world that he cannot see through, such as Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace, as well as the cultivation levels of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West.

How could such an inconspicuous little sword cause a stinging sensation in the eye between his eyebrows?

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, pondered for a moment, then turned to Nezha: "Where did you pick up this cat from?"

Nezha picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. As soon as the wine went down his throat, his already rosy cheeks became even redder.

"Naturally, I found him in the Heavenly Palace. I saw this little cat running around everywhere and thought he had wandered into the Heavenly Palace by mistake. Since I was planning to come here for a visit anyway, I decided to take him with me on my journey."

"It's only because I'm kind-hearted. If someone else had found this kitten, they would have probably slapped it to ashes."

As he spoke, Nezha looked at Su Bai with some displeasure.

"Speaking of which, this little cat is really ungrateful. I saved his life, and he repaid kindness with enmity, clinging to my finger and nibbling on it."

Nezha, holding a wine cup, approached Yang Jian and stood on tiptoe to look at Su Bai: "Is the lotus root delicious?"

Yang Jian couldn't help but chuckle, then turned his gaze to Su Bai.

After pondering for a moment, he shook his head slightly and said, "The sword around this cat's neck is quite extraordinary. I can't see its origin with this eye. Brother, you should send it back to the Heavenly Palace. Perhaps it's a pet kept by some immortal."

Upon hearing this, Nezha immediately became unhappy.

"Take it back?"

"No, this is something I found, so it's mine. Since it's mine, I have the right to give it to Third Sister."

"But it's strange, the sword around the cat's neck does look familiar to me. It's like I've seen it somewhere a long time ago, but I just can't remember where."

In fact, Yang Jian thought so too.

The moment he saw Su Bai, his attention was drawn to the sword.

However, he couldn't examine it closely with this eye; the sword alone was enough to show that this cat was no ordinary creature.

But if you think about it carefully, among the many gods and immortals in the Heavenly Court, some raise rabbits, some raise deer, and he himself is a dog breeder.

But no one has ever owned a cat.

After thinking it over for a while, Yang Jian finally smiled and said, "Let him say it himself."

After saying that, Yang Jian placed Su Bai on the table, and everyone's eyes immediately turned to Su Bai.

This really startled Su Bai.

……

A land of nothingness.

Wanling stood outside the wall, waiting for Su Bai's return.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest also came out of the courtyard.

Seeing Wanling sitting on the ground, dozing off against the wall, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but sigh slightly.

He naturally knew that Su Bai was going to the Heavenly Court.

He not only knew that Su Bai had entered the Heavenly Court, but he also knew that Su Bai had been taken down to the mortal world by that lotus root boy from the Chan Sect.

At this very moment, he is being watched by a group of people.

Although he kept saying there was nothing fun outside, the old Taoist knew very well that this day was only a matter of time.

It's always better to get in touch with the outside world sooner rather than later, when chaos begins to emerge.

As for those few young disciples of the Chan Sect, the old Taoist priest did not take them seriously.

Just as others have said, after all, so many years have passed, how could he not let it go?

As for Su Bai's safety, there is even less to worry about.

With the Qingping Sword protecting him, plus three life-saving hairs, even if the Dao Ancestor were to take action, he would not be able to capture him immediately.

Moreover, the Dao Ancestor had long since disappeared into the Heavenly Dao.

"Go inside and sleep."

The old Taoist priest came to Wanling's side.

Upon seeing the old Taoist priest arrive, Wan Ling hurriedly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and said in a flustered manner, "Master...Master, my senior brother hasn't returned yet."

"It's alright, he'll be back sooner or later. This trip to the Three Realms can be considered his true trial."

"Does the master know where my senior brother is now?"

The old Taoist stroked his beard and looked up slightly at the sky.

"world."

……

At the mouth of the Guanjiang River, on the dining table.

Su Bai's gaze swept over everyone, his fur standing on end, and his tail held high.

The small sword on his chest was also constantly gleaming with a bluish light.

"ha!"

Seeing this, everyone burst into laughter.

"The cat is angry."

Yang Jian frowned deeply. Just as Nezha had said, he looked at the sword on the cat's chest and felt increasingly familiar with it.

Moreover, the scent emanating from this cat reminded him of someone.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, his heart pounding with fear as he thought about it.

He picked Su Bai up in one swift motion and carried her to the backyard under the puzzled gazes of the crowd.

"My name is Yang Jian. May I ask, little kitten... who is your master?"

Without everyone's gaze, Su Bai relaxed a little.

After circling Yang Jian once, he finally spoke, saying, "I learned from a wretched old man who wouldn't even teach me the art of flight."

Yang Jian was very clever. Based on the current conditions, he could basically determine where this cat's master came from.

The reason for asking the extra question was to see if Su Bai would conceal his identity.

He could also see that this cat had a very good foundation; it was just that its cultivation was still shallow. Once it reached a higher level and accumulated enough magical power, its abilities might not be inferior to his own.

Upon hearing Su Bai's words, Yang Jian understood.

This cat clearly has no intention of revealing its identity.

That makes things easier.

If you really asked him to call a cat "Uncle-Master," he might not be able to say it.

"May I ask how to address the Little Cat Daoist?"

"My name is Su Bai, but I still prefer the title of Little Cat Daoist."