Chapter 46

A bold and daring rat spirit, with a swollen belly, swaggered into the inn along the wall corner. Strangely, the entire inn fell silent as it entered, even the snoring sounds completely disappeared, as if everyone had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Chirp chirp..." The rat spirit called out triumphantly, its hind legs moving even more energetically as it headed straight for Xuan Kong's room upstairs. Xuan Kong was meditating, and his senses were particularly sharp. Sensing the approach of a demonic aura, he naturally opened his eyes.

He saw, rather bizarrely, a large rat, bigger than a cat, with bright red eyes, stealthily pushing open the door to his room while clinging to the wall.

"Quite bold!" Xuan Kong chuckled inwardly.

But he also felt a sense of sorrow. The heroes on the street fought each other mercilessly, yet in front of this rat spirit, who clearly hadn't yet reached its full power, they didn't even dare to make a sound. What was this, good people fearing bad people, and bad people fearing those who weren't even human?

It was just a large rat, a spirit that in the wild wouldn't even be as powerful as a minor demon under a demon king. How dare it come and provoke him?

Xuan Kong suddenly felt a bit amused. The Song Dynasty was the central land of the Southern Continent, where countless Buddhas and immortals of the Buddhist and Taoist sects had engaged in battles. Even a ten-thousand-year-old demon like Ci Hang Pudu wouldn't dare to show its true colors. Yet these small spirits, who hadn't yet reached their full power, dared to walk around in broad daylight.

Was this really the case of the ignorant being fearless?

It was indeed quite remarkable.

Xuan Kong pretended not to see and secretly flicked his finger, setting up a small fire thunder at the door to see what this bold rat spirit intended to do. The rat spirit, standing on its hind legs, carefully closed the door with its front paws and then took a step forward...

Instantly, there was a loud "boom," and the entire body of the rat spirit was thrown out of the door.

Xuan Kong was just bored and wanted to find some amusement with this rat spirit, so he didn't use his full power. But the rat spirit suffered enough, with half its body scorched black, it stood at the door, covered in ash, and didn't dare to come in.

"Chirp chirp chirp..." The rat spirit gnashed its teeth, sensing that Xuan Kong was full of vitality.

Eating Xuan Kong would be equivalent to eating ten live humans.

Actually, the rat spirit was inexperienced. It only thought Xuan Kong was a martial hero in the human world, with abundant blood and qi. It couldn't guess that Xuan Kong was a celestial being and a person of destiny, whose flesh and skin were far more precious than Tang Sanzang's.

But if it really knew, it would probably run as far as it could, fearing to be involved in the great calamity of heaven and earth.

Struck by the thunder and fire, the rat spirit didn't dare to be too bold, but it also didn't want to let the prey in its mouth go. It just stood at the door, baring its teeth and glaring at Xuan Kong. Xuan Kong ignored it, continuing to meditate with his eyes closed, too lazy to deal with this overconfident rat.

"Chirp chirp, it seems the Great King hasn't noticed me... Chirp chirp, what a powerful thunder, I wonder what it is..."

Just as the rat spirit was hesitating whether to try again, a door on the opposite side opened. In the room next to Xuan Kong's, his junior brother Wang Qi also sensed a bit of demonic aura but thought, "With the eldest brother here, this little demon will only be courting death if it comes."

As for the powerful demons, if Xuan Kong couldn't handle them, adding himself would just be an extra dessert for them.

With this thought, Wang Qi didn't even bother to stick his head out, pulling the blanket up and continuing to sleep soundly.

The door that opened was the one Xuan Kong had mistakenly entered earlier. A young man with a fair complexion and a dignified appearance, who clearly lived a life of luxury, squinted his sleepy eyes and stepped out. The first thing he saw was a large rat crouching on the ground.

Human eyes met rat eyes, and the young man's sleepiness vanished instantly. He opened his mouth wide but couldn't make a sound. The rat spirit was secretly delighted: "What luck, I haven't even eaten the person in the room, and now a tender one is delivered to me outside!"

It chirped happily and lunged at the young man's throat.

The young man was startled by the rat spirit, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground, using his hands and feet to avoid the rat's sharp teeth. His face turned pale with fear: "You dare to scare me, you..."

In the midst of his panic, he realized and changed his words: "What kind of demon are you?"

After all, the young man lived in Bianjing, the capital of the Song Dynasty, where the nation's vital energy and dragon veins were located. Ordinary demons and ghosts wouldn't dare to cause trouble there. Moreover, the young man himself had some status, usually traveling in luxury and enjoying fine food and clothing. How could he have ever encountered such a large rat?

The rat spirit didn't care about his panic. Its first pounce missed the young man's throat, and it swung its whip-like tail, striking the young man's buttocks.

The young man let out a painful cry and rolled on the ground, inadvertently rolling into Xuan Kong's room.

The rat spirit chirped twice and followed the young man into Xuan Kong's room, but it was again struck by a fire thunder and thrown out of the room. The young man was overjoyed, looking back to see a Taoist sitting on the bed. He quickly bowed: "Thank you, Daoist Master, for saving my life!"

He could tell that Xuan Kong had some cultivation, as the large rat had tried to enter the room several times but was always repelled by a thunderbolt.

"Ha ha ha, you demon, come in if you dare!" The young man stood in front of Xuan Kong, facing the most thrilling and dangerous situation of his life. His face was flushed with excitement, jumping and shouting for the rat to come in and die.

The rat spirit, struck by the thunder several times and injured, was unwilling to retreat.

It gnashed its teeth in frustration, chewed on its prey for a while, and felt better. The young man, seeing the rat gnawing on its food, felt a tightness in his chest and vomited up his dinner.

"Such a wicked demon, daring to eat people!" Xuan Kong stood up from the bed. Although he knew that humans killing demons and demons eating humans were common in this world, Xuan Kong, who still held onto the values of his previous life, couldn't accept the idea of rats eating people.

He had pretended to be asleep, just to play with this bold rat spirit. But from the moment the rat started gnawing on a human leg, Xuan Kong's thoughts changed. He laughed coldly and stepped out of the door.

The rat spirit then realized that it was not facing prey but a hunter.

It dropped the half-eaten human leg and turned to flee from the inn, but Xuan Kong wouldn't let it go. He flicked his sleeve over his sword, and the immortal sword shot out like a shining white silk, piercing the rat's neck and then swiftly retracting like a bolt of lightning.

This was a sword control technique Xuan Kong had just figured out, but it was not yet perfected, only able to fly a few meters straight before losing its power.

Xuan Kong retracted the immortal sword and then had the time to look at the young man beside him. He was a brave person. In the entire inn, including the heroes outside, no one dared to speak up or intervene as the rat spirit wreaked havoc. But this young man had the courage to stand up and face it.

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