Don't farm, cultivate immortality!

“Your Majesty, I have noted it all down.” Shoumu nodded.

Zhuang Xing exchanged another few words with Shou Mu, and seeing that Shou Mu had remembered everything he had taught him, he felt a little relieved.

"I will use the art of night travel to possess your soul."

"Safety first," Zhuang Xing said. "If those monsters try anything to harm you, I will whisper in your ear. At that time, don't worry about anything, just run here to me."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty," Shoumu said confidently. "They can only eat my dust; they can't catch up with me."

"it is good."

Zhuang Xing patted its head and took out a wind talisman from his pocket.

"Stay away from me. Mr. Bai encountered cat, dog, and fox demons in this forest last time. They have very sensitive noses and could easily smell the human scent on you. I'll use a talisman to remove the scent for you before you go in."

Shoumu obediently stood aside.

Zhuang Xing activated the talisman, and a gust of wind rose from the ground, making the panda's fur fluffy and prickly.

After the storm subsided, Zhuang Xing asked, "Can you smell yourself? Do you still smell human?"

The panda sniffed its tail and said, "Your Majesty, there's nothing left. I'll go in now."

"Wait a little longer," Zhuang Xing said. "Smell yourself again and see if your scent is the same as it was before you came to live in the temple."

After hearing his words, the panda hugged its tail again and sniffed it carefully.

"It tastes different from when I used to live in the cave with my mother," the panda said.

The red panda has a very keen sense of smell, even more so than cats, dogs, and foxes. Therefore, Shoumu could clearly sense that the panda's scent was different from his own before.

"Think carefully, what smell did you have back then?" Zhuang Xing coaxed patiently.

When putting on a show, you have to go all the way and cover up any potential flaws.

Although Zhuang Xing removed the human scent from Shou Mu, he also removed other scents along with it.

A panda spirit wandering in the mountains and fields shouldn't be so clean.

He felt he should add some muddy smell to make him look like a panda that came out of the mountains.

Guided by him, the panda licked its own fur. The red panda used its tongue to perceive the taste. It savored it carefully for a while, and then, as if suddenly inspired, it ran to the mud on the side, dug around a few times, and then rolled in the leaves under the tree. It didn't come back for a long time.

When it returned, it sniffed carefully again and said, "That's the smell! It smelled just like this back in the mountains!"

"Okay." Zhuang Xing sat down cross-legged and leaned against the horse.

He performed his night-walking magic under the shade of the tree, and the ethereal spirit emerged from his body.

"There are two kings!" Shoumu exclaimed in surprise.

“This is a night-traveling technique,” ​​Zhuang Xing said.

It was still daytime, but he could vaguely feel a kind of intense heat.

Night Travel Technique, Night Travel Technique, should only be used after dark. However, as long as it doesn't directly face the sun, Zhuang Xing's cultivation level should be fine.

"Open your mind, so I can whisper in your ear."

"Your Majesty, please come."

Zhuang Xing then floated forward, transforming into a wisp of breeze, and hid inside the panda's ear.

The panda's ears are triangular and point outwards, in the same direction as the panda's head. Shoumu's ears droop down, blocking the sunlight for him. At the same time, from this angle, he can also see what Shoumu sees clearly.

Bai watched this scene silently from the side. He did not interfere, but transformed into a small mountain sparrow and flew into the sky to look down on the panda's actions from above.

Before flying away, he left a feather, which landed right on Zhuang Xing's forehead.

Chapter 317 Brother, Shall we join?

The red panda shuffled through the low weeds with its tiny paws. In the sunlight, the little animal's figure was not visible, only the rustling of the weeds swaying and rubbing together.

Zhuang Xing's perspective was similar to Shou Mu's, as his view was almost completely blocked by the grass.

From this perspective, it would be difficult for a person to determine their location, but pandas are not animals that rely heavily on their eyes; they can determine their direction by smell.

When Shoumu walks, it opens its mouth slightly and sticks out its little tongue, which looks very cute. But in fact, Shoumu is using its tongue to capture the scents in the air. It smells some different scents and wanders cautiously in the wild forest.

The forest is mostly covered with pine trees, but there are also some walnut and chestnut trees. Sunlight shines through the sparse leaves, making the shady area slightly bright.

Zhuang Xing noticed some traces; all living things unconsciously emit an "aura" outwards, just like breathing.

In his divine state, he could perceive these gradually dissipating and evaporating traces more clearly. In his eyes, it was as if those places were coated with a layer of glowing paint, the colors and brightness of which varied and were easy to distinguish.

The background is a vibrant green, which is the vegetation in the forest. The darker areas are the small animals and birds in the forest, mostly small creatures about the size of a palm.

However, some were noticeably brighter, and their aura was much stronger than the surrounding environment, indicating that the owner of the aura possessed some spiritual energy.

This place truly is inhabited by spirits and demons.

Just a short while ago, a little demon walked through here.

However, compared to Shoumu, that aura was still much weaker, indicating that it was a minor demon with little cultivation.

Shoumu followed the scattered traces carefully. Although it had lived a comfortable life in the Taoist temple for several years, the years it spent on the mountain and in the bamboo forest were still deeply engraved in its memory.

Leopards and tigers in the forest are natural enemies of red pandas, and falcons in the sky will also target pandas crawling on the ground.

It runs faster than before, but the scars from being chased and scratched by predators in the past, and the eye that was pecked out by an eagle, constantly remind it just how dangerous the forest and the wild really are.

It never forgot when its mother was killed by a leopard, nor did it forget when it was caught in the talons of a falcon, thrown high into the air, and violently thrown off a cliff, barely escaping with its life by sheer luck.

It remained constantly vigilant, alert to any disturbances around it, and kept a high level of alertness.

Gradually, it heard the sound of water.

A river flows through the forest, and the smells are very close, extremely close.

The other party seemed to have noticed it. It stopped, looked back at itself, and made sure there was a way for it to escape from this place.

Meanwhile, opposite the panda, a cat slowly peeked out.

It was a black cat with a fish bone that had hardly any meat in its mouth. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary cat, but then the black cat stood up on its two legs like a human and squinted at the red bear in front of it.

While observing the panda, the cat demon hadn't forgotten the fish bone. It pinched the tail of the fish bone with its paws and carefully licked every barb on the main bone with its tongue. The barbs on its tongue scraped the remaining fish meat into its mouth, and it even used its teeth to bite it, as if it was very reluctant to part with the fish bone.

Shoumu warily observed the cat demon's movements. This scrutiny made it uncomfortable. In the wild, such behavior wouldn't have much meaning; it was mostly about considering whether it could gain the upper hand in a fight with this creature.

Neither side moved any closer, maintaining a safe distance from the other.

As the black cat sized up the panda, the panda was also sizing up the black cat.

This cat demon was larger than a normal cat, but smaller and thinner than a panda. There was hardly any flesh on its body. If this cat demon were in front of a person, it would be no more than the height of a man's knee.

The black cat squinted and suddenly asked, "What kind of cat are you? I've never seen you before."

It seems the cat demon can speak human language, but doesn't communicate using meow language.

“I am not a cat,” Shoumu said.

"Where did you come from?" the cat demon asked. "Do you know where this place is? Did someone introduce you here?"

The voice was high-pitched, somewhere between a male and a female voice, making it impossible to distinguish its gender.

"Recommendation? What kind of recommendation?"

Although Shoumu knew before entering that it might encounter cat demons, dog demons, and tiger demons in this forest, it still tried its best to pretend to be ignorant.

It did not forget the king's teachings: no matter what it said, it should not reveal that it came from humans, but only show that it was a wild panda spirit.

And its acting skills are indeed quite good.

This is all from practice. In the Taoist temple, the five pandas often travel together, carrying satchels and looking for food from people. Even the pilgrims who come to the mountain to make offerings know that there are five intelligent pandas in the temple. As long as you bring some pastries and fruits, the pandas will roll around in front of you, act cute, and let you pet their tails.

Hoarding food and searching for food are instincts that pandas can never forget. As long as they act cute and silly, they can get food. Naturally, pandas practice this diligently every day. In fact, they even hold meetings in private.

They used to hold meetings, but back then they discussed where to find food. Now they hold meetings to summarize their experiences, how to act, how to pretend, and how to get more food.

Over time, Shoumu honed his acting skills to a high standard.

It acted flawlessly, and upon hearing its words, the cat demon suddenly stopped licking the fish bone, as if its eyes had lit up, and moved closer, asking again, "Brother, really, wasn't someone who introduced you here?"

Shoumu took two steps back, remaining vigilant.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Shoumu said. "I just came in looking for something to eat."

"Looking for food?"

Zhuang Xing saw a smile on the cat's face.

"That's easy, brother," the cat demon said with a smile. "We have food here."

"Do you have any food?" Shoumu asked.

“Yes!” said the cat demon. “Brother, want to join? You’ll get food if you join.”

"Join a membership? What kind of membership?"

“Of course you should join our Demon Guild,” the cat demon said. “Brother, I see you are handsome, highly skilled, and eloquent. You must be a master. Our Demon Guild is missing a talent like you. Once you join, you will never have to worry about food again. You will be able to eat your fill every day.”

"Join now and you'll get a free gift pack." The cat demon tossed the fish bone aside. "How about it, want to consider it?"

"But what am I supposed to do if I join?" Shoumu asked.

"I'll only tell you once you join, but we're planning something big," the cat demon said. "Good brother, why don't you come with me and take a look? We're all demons, we should stick together. If I take you there, I can get another fish too, haha."

(Sorry, there will only be one update today. I've been going to the countryside with my family for the past few days, so the update schedule may be a bit irregular during the National Day holiday. I've been quite busy.)

Chapter 318 We Don't Accept Uncultured Demons

The cat demon kept trying to get close to him, acting quite familiar with him.

Something unusual is bound to happen. When traveling, the thing you should be most wary of is strangers who are unusually friendly to you for no reason.

If you listen to their flattering words without any vigilance and believe everything they say, you will most likely suffer losses.

If someone has even a little conscience, they might just rip you off for a small amount of money. But if you encounter someone without conscience, they might really fleece you—literally fleece you, like they're about to draw their knife and try to cut your kidneys or take your life.

One should always be wary of others; this principle also applies to the world of demons.

However, this cat demon's cultivation level was really low. The Qi fire on its body was only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary cat, and it had a little more spiritual energy. Compared to the wild cat-bear spirit Shoumu, it was much weaker.

A powerful monster wouldn't be bothered by a little food.