A cat that lingers beside a saint

Wen Zhong stared intently at Su Bai with all three eyes.

Whose disciple is this?

Jade tripod?

Taiyi?

Or Huanglong?

It definitely couldn't be Guang Chengzi.

After pondering for a long time, Wen Zhong finally slowly withdrew his gaze. When he looked at Zhao Gongming again, the eagerness in his eyes had disappeared.

Zhao Gongming was taken aback.

Could it be that you guessed it?

How is that possible?

However, judging from Wen Zhong's expression, the doubt he had shown earlier was gone.

After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Gongming's lips curled slightly upward, and he transmitted his voice, saying, "There is a successor."

Wen Zhong scoffed, "Indeed, there are successors."

"If we meet again in the future, we will need to take good care of you."

Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and replied, "Of course! If we don't take good care of them, we'll be unworthy of being disciples of the Jie Sect!"

Zhao Gongming looked at Su Bai with gentle eyes, then looked up at the sky.

Teacher, this wasn't my opinion, but rather something my junior apprentice Wen Zhong guessed himself; it has nothing to do with me.

……

The ginseng fruit festival has begun.

The immortals chatted amongst themselves, sharing their experiences and insights gained over the years.

They could be considered to have friendly relations with each other. Whenever the gods and immortals of the Heavenly Court were talking to the gods and Buddhas of the Western Paradise, their interactions were extremely sarcastic and unfriendly.

Fortunately, none of the Western Paradise deities who came to Wuzhuang Temple this time were familiar to Yang Jian, and he did not feel anything was amiss.

If there were any acquaintances present, he would probably have to walk with his head down in front of them.

But the past is the past. Although the gods in Heaven were somewhat sarcastic, they did not dwell on it.

The conference lasted for several days, while Su Bai slept on and off, not paying any attention to what the gods, Buddhas, and immortals were saying.

On the contrary, Yang Chan and Yang Jian gained a lot from this conference, and their cultivation levels improved considerably.

After the conference ended, the gods, Buddhas, and immortals gradually left, leaving only a few scattered people in the entire Taoist temple.

One of them is Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth.

The other one is the Wind God, one of the Twenty-Four Heavenly Lords of the Thunder Department.

The reason she stayed was actually quite simple. First, Wen Zhong asked her to stay and see whose kitten it was.

Secondly, when she saw Zhao Gongming, she also thought of the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao.

However, even after so many years, the days they spent together on Jin'ao Island still seem like yesterday, and she misses her three older sisters.

Zhao Gongming approached Su Bai, weighed the ginseng fruit in his hand, and said with a smile, "This thing is of no use to me. Once you're on the God Ranking, your cultivation level depends entirely on offerings. It would be a waste for me to eat it. I'd rather give it to Little Cat Daoist."

Su Bai didn't stand on ceremony. He stretched out his two little paws and stuffed the ginseng fruit into his small sword.

This scene was witnessed by the Wind God.

Back then, his relationship with Zhao Gongming and the Three Immortal Maidens was quite good.

Seeing how kindly Zhao Gongming treated the kitten, one can't help but feel a little puzzled.

So he stepped forward and said with a smile, "Senior brother, it's been a long time."

Upon hearing the sound, Zhao Gongming turned around.

"Han Zhixian?"

"Oh my, it's been so many years! I heard you're doing well in the Thunder Department?"

Han Zhixian joked, "Junior Sister is doing quite well in the Thunder Department, surrounded by familiar faces. But the God of Wealth is always busy and rarely seen."

Zhao Gongming laughed and said, "You don't know, the world is getting more and more lively these days, and I'm busy going around giving away money."

"That's for sure. Among all the gods in Heaven, if we're talking about who has the most abundant incense offerings, then you, the God of Wealth, are naturally the top choice."

Zhao Gongming quickly raised his hand: "Stop, don't make fun of your elder brother."

Han Zhixian smiled and said no more, then turned her gaze to Su Bai: "And this is...?"

Zhao Gongming raised his eyebrows slightly, hesitated for a moment, and gently shook his head: "Descendant of an old friend."

An old friend?

Upon hearing this, Han Zhixian couldn't help but scrutinize Su Bai carefully.

Although she couldn't see what the sword hanging around the kitten's neck looked like, she had often lived on Jin'ao Island and was extremely familiar with her teacher's sword.

Although she couldn't see clearly, it inadvertently reminded her of her teacher's Qingping Sword, causing her expression to change rapidly.

"Could it be...?"

"impossible!"

Han Zhixian's expression was complicated, and she kept muttering something to herself.

Zhao Gongming sighed softly, and after a long while, asked in a low voice, "Junior Sister, how long has it been since you last visited your teacher's residence, and how long has it been since you last saw him?"

Han Zhixian's eyes were slightly red. She looked at Zhao Gongming, then at Su Bai. At this moment, she didn't even know what to say or do.

After hesitating for a long time, she gently took Su Bai from Yang Chan's arms.

This scene, however, puzzled Zhao Gongming.

He had at least called him "senior brother," and they were even from the same school, so why did Su Bai get angry the moment he made a move, while Han Zhixian, whom he held in his arms, didn't even breathe on him?

Zhao Gongming's eyes darted around, and he raised his hand to touch Su Bai.

"ha!"

……

A land of nothingness.

Inside the Taoist temple, an old Taoist priest lay on a rocking chair, holding a palm-leaf fan.

After a long while, he sighed softly, then turned around and slowly closed his eyes.

"Foolish child..."

Wanling glanced at the old Taoist priest with a puzzled look, then continued to fiddle with the needle and thread in her hands.

She once saw in the Empress's mirror that domesticated kittens in the human world would wear tiny outfits during festivals.

She wondered if she could make one for her senior brother as well.

She didn't pay much attention to the old Taoist's sigh.

Anyway, it's not the first or second time, she's already used to it.

……

Most of the people in Wuzhuang Temple have already left.

Su Bai also left with Yang Jian and Yang Chan.

Before leaving, Zhen Yuanzi specially gave Su Bai a few extra ginseng fruits.

In addition, Han Zhixian also gave him her ginseng fruit.

Currently, Su Bai's small sword contains nearly six ginseng fruits.

If we're talking about food, he definitely wants to eat.

But when he thought of the two people in the Taoist temple who were struggling to even get enough to eat and drink, he quickly suppressed the thought.

Nestled in Yang Chan's arms, Su Bai looked at his paws and counted as he looked: "I have two, Master has two, and Junior Sister has two."

"Six exactly."

Yang Jianfei, standing to the side, listened to Su Bai's words and couldn't help but laugh, "In this world, I'm afraid no one else can receive such treatment as you."

"But remember, although ginseng fruit is good, you can't eat too much at once."

"With your current cultivation level, eating one will be enough for you to refine for a very long time."

"Don't let yourself get too full from this ginseng fruit."

Su Bai nodded repeatedly and said, "Don't worry, I'll eat slowly."

Just then, a sharp voice suddenly came from afar: "Brother Yang, Sister Yang! Wait a minute, it's me, Old Sun!"