Chapter 69

"Meow meow... meow meow."

Feng Ying did not get angry; at this moment, he was just worriedly curled up in Feng Yin's collar, his small body trembling slightly.

It was a tremble of fear of losing.

His little head rubbed against Feng Yin's chin, as if he was being affectionate. Although he had only been away for a little over half a day, Feng Ying still keenly sensed the lingering tension in Feng Yin's aura.

Feng Yin was momentarily taken aback.

Ah, I thought Feng Ying would only say 'meow meow' from now on, but he can also say 'meow meow'; it's just that he rarely shows it.

Is it because of the urgency that he unintentionally meowed twice?

Feng Ying's little paws lifted gently, pressing lightly on Feng Yin's chest, softly but firmly. He looked up and said, "Meow meow."

Feng Yin felt a warmth in his heart.

This little guy is showing: I will share life and death with you, no matter what, I will be by your side?

Oh, how deep and touching.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp..."

The little eagle and the little falcon were hugging Feng Yin's trouser leg, trying to climb up.

Their claws were now quite sharp, but they lacked the control that Feng Ying had, which resulted in two ribbons appearing on Feng Yin's trousers with a couple of swishes.

Then the two little guys slid down and started rubbing their heads against Feng Yin's calves.

Feng Yin's heart stirred.

It seems that the little creatures I have enlightened have a natural sense of closeness to me, not just the imprinting phenomenon of the first sight at birth.

This sense of dependence made Feng Yin feel a mix of complex emotions. So close, how can I bear to give them away?

But there are so many things in the future that need my enlightenment. Can I not bear to part with each one and keep them all at home?

Keep them by my side?

Even if I were the richest man on the continent... I probably couldn't afford to keep them all!

Feng Ying got down from Feng Yin, walked a few steps gracefully, and turned to look at Feng Yin: "Meow meow~"

The meaning was clear: follow me.

Feng Yin scratched his head and deliberately smiled bitterly, asking, "Other cats say 'meow meow,' but yours is unique, 'meow meow.'"

"Meow meow?"

Feng Ying tilted his head and then opened his mouth: "Meow meow?"

"Yes, just like that. At least when there are outsiders, you should greet them like this."

Feng Ying's ears fluttered a few times, as if he had been startled by his own voice, and he shivered. Then he said firmly: "Meow meow!"

"Alright, alright, you can greet however you want... it's no big deal!"

"Meow meow!"

Feng Ying walked a few steps gracefully and came to a hard stone, which was left over from building the flower wall and placed in the yard.

Suddenly, the small body leaped up, leaving a trail in the air, and at about a meter high, a cold light flashed.

One paw swiped down.

Puff.

A slight sound.

A deep scratch appeared on the big stone, more than five centimeters deep!

Stone chips flew, and sparks flashed.

This was a stone that even a human with a hammer might not be able to move, quite solid!

The little eagle and the little falcon shivered, their necks suddenly retracting into their shoulders. Their small round eyes rolled, filled with fear.

Too brutal, it scared the babies to death.

In their daily play, they knew how hard that thing was, at least much harder than their heads and claws.

Feng Ying's gaze swept over.

The little eagle and the little falcon hurriedly tried to hide their heads in Feng Yin's trouser leg.

Then Feng Ying turned, wagging his little tail proudly, and looked at Feng Yin, calling softly: "Meow meow!"

Praise me, praise me!

I deserve it!

The little tail wagged happily like a windmill. See, if you have any problems in the future, I can help you!

If someone hits you, I'll scratch them!

"Wow, so powerful!"

Feng Yin was really shocked, his jaw dropped, his mouth wide open, unable to close it for a long time.

This... in just a few days, this destructive power is a bit too much.

Suddenly, he remembered what Feng Ying's mother said when she left.

"Sir, rest assured, I have completely sealed her demonic veins... from the outside, she looks like an ordinary little cat."

Feng Yin felt his mouth twitching.

Where is your seal?

An ordinary little cat?

Are you fooling me?

Can your little cat, less than ten days old, scratch a big stone with one paw?

Yes, I understand, so it looks like an ordinary little cat, right?

I see, I see!

At his feet, he could clearly feel the little eagle and the little falcon trembling in fear, trying to hide their heads in his trouser leg.

It seems these two have suffered a lot at Feng Ying's hands.

Yes, why did I say "again"?

Isn't it normal for them to suffer at Feng Ying's hands?

...

In a distant place.

At the foot of a misty high cliff.

A severely injured, scarred large white cat was swatting a fierce tiger to the ground with one paw, slapping the tiger with a single blow, and the tiger, with a single horn, wailed and was thrown dozens of meters away.

It fled with its tail between its legs.

The large white cat staggered to a spirit plant guarded by the demon tiger, opened its mouth, and inhaled, and a mist-like aura began to flow out of the spirit plant.

This was the purest essence of the heaven and earth contained in the spirit plant.

The large white cat's spirit clearly revived a bit. It did not completely absorb the essence but left the last bit of the plant's origin, then turned and left.

Perhaps in the future, it could come back to absorb more.

After passing through five or six places and absorbing the essence of many spirit plants, the large white cat's spirit improved significantly, and its wounds seemed to be healing.

Finding a flat spot, it lay down.

Its eyes showed a human-like sadness and hatred.

Suddenly, it seemed to sense something.

It quickly got up, its eyes flashing with confusion and shock.

"Who could continuously trigger the seal I set up? What's wrong with my child? Could it have fallen into someone else's hands? But that shouldn't be... the doctor clearly has great fortune... could this fortune not protect my child?"

It was filled with worry.

But looking at its current condition, it sighed.

It was too injured.

The external injuries were manageable, but the internal injuries were severe.

In a few years, when the thousand-year-old blood orchid matures, I can recover half of my cultivation. Then I must go out and see what's happening.

What's going on?

If my child has fallen into someone else's hands, I will return to the imperial court, even if it means losing face, to find help and rescue my child!

"Child, wait for me. Mom will come soon."

The large white cat closed its eyes and began to cultivate, refining the essence.

But on its face, the sadness remained.

...

In another place.

Another misty high cliff.

Two large eagles were flying back and forth at lightning speed, with wingspans of over twenty meters.

Their golden feathers looked majestic.

Their long cries echoed through the air, filled with urgency.

Where are my children?

As they flew, countless golden eagles gathered from all directions, forming a sea of eagles that almost blocked the sky.

These gathered eagles were much smaller than the two large eagles but were clearly from the same clan.

At a command, the eagles shot up through the clouds, and under the sunlight, they looked like a sky full of gold, or as if the sky was filled with golden rainbows.

The chirping sounds rose and fell.

This was the eagles communicating.

Seemingly finding something, the entire flock fell silent for a moment.

Then the two large eagles let out angry cries.

All the eagles neatly folded their wings and formed a neat formation in the air.

With a long cry, tens of thousands of eagles took off, piercing through the clouds and fog, like arrows rushing out.

...

On an even steeper cliff.

Two smaller birds were circling in the air, with wingspans of about twelve to thirteen meters, but they were much faster than the golden eagles.

And much more agile.

They were the Sky-Splitting Falcons.

Both were dark golden, almost twice the size of other Sky-Splitting Falcons.

The surrounding Sky-Splitting Falcons chirped, passing on some message.

The two Sky-Splitting Falcons suddenly flew into a rage, their eyes flashing with a fierce light, and they circled to the left and right.

Instantly, a dozen Sky-Splitting Falcons were sprayed with blood and fell to the ground.

The remaining Sky-Splitting Falcons were silent, not daring to move or make a sound.

A long, regal cry.

Countless Sky-Splitting Falcons gathered, numbering in the tens of thousands.

At a command, they shot out in all directions like an explosion.

The two largest Sky-Splitting Falcons also shot up into the sky, disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye, turning into two distant black dots.

This terrifying speed was shocking.

It was completely different from the known speed of Sky-Splitting Falcons!

Much, much faster!

...

The person who had been tracking Feng Yin returned to the Qiankun Tower, looking dejected.

"Lost the target? The target disappeared?"

A voice full of surprise asked, "You, a high-level cultivator, lost track of a mere innate eighth or ninth rank? You are truly talented."

The person hung his head, "Don't mock me... this kid is very strange, my divine sense has no effect on him."

"Tsk tsk tsk... impressive! I sent a strong man to track a toddler, and he lost him. I must be a poor leader, unable to judge people. If this charge is confirmed, I should be dismissed!"

The voice was somewhat sad, "Brother, if I get beaten because I lost you, you must plead for me. Who made me blind?"

The tracker's face flushed, and he glared, wanting to get angry. But he could only glare, feeling quite embarrassed.

Because the mockery was justified.

It was just that the words were too harsh.