Chapter 52: Fortunately, My Brother Kun Is Tough Enough

No way—just a moment ago I thought it was just a little kitten, and had finally let out a breath of relief, only for this sense of crisis to return; the sudden shift was truly jarring.

“So it was just a filthy cat, gave me a fright!” Feng Dian exhaled, immediately hurling curses at the black cat at his feet.

Ba Wanqing retorted, annoyed, “It’s just an adorable cat, that’s all.” Having said this, she reached out, intending to pick it up.

Ye Kun was startled by his sister-in-law’s action. In this mist-shrouded forest, there didn’t seem to be a single insect, so for a cat to appear out of nowhere—could that be normal?

“Wanqing! Don’t touch it!” Ye Kun barked coldly.

Ba Wanqing’s hands froze in front of the black cat, whose pupils gradually contracted, its fur slowly bristling.

Ye Qin reacted instantly, tackling Ba Wanqing to the ground. The black cat leapt for them and missed, vanishing into the night.

The sudden turn of events made the atmosphere tense once more.

“Brother!”

“Kun!”

Within Ye Kun’s heart, a thousand silent lambs seemed to drift by. Did they really think Brother Kun was some kind of god, able to snuff out this cat with a snap of his fingers?

But seeing their hopeful gazes, Ye Kun let out a deep sigh. Thankfully, his body was still strong enough; he’d have to think of a way to deal with this cat first.

From the treetops came the rustle of leaves—the cat had not left, but was preparing for a second attack. Ye Kun could only rely on his physical strength to endure it!

In an instant, a chill of murderous intent swept over him. Ye Kun’s brows tightened as he instinctively raised both hands.

The black cat’s claws gleamed coldly, making it clear they could easily tear through human flesh.

But Brother Kun was tough!

Looking back, it was fortunate his body was so resilient—otherwise, everyone would have died here today. A blessing in disguise, perhaps.

Ye Kun’s palms clamped down on the cat’s claws.

Was this what they called "ten fingers interlocked"?

Leveraging the force of the cat’s lunge, Ye Kun executed a deft maneuver, flipping the black cat and pinning it to the ground.

The four bystanders were dumbfounded, both impressed and perplexed by the smoothness of his moves. Was he so practiced at this? Did he do this often?

“Brother Kun! Finish it!” Feng Dian and Yuan Zhen clung to each other, nearly scared out of their wits.

“Brother! Be careful!” Ye Qin shouted anxiously, gripping Ba Wanqing’s bow, eager to help, but unable to aim as Ye Kun and the cat were entangled. Hitting her brother would be a disaster.

Ye Kun stared intently at the black cat, suddenly noticing something odd in its gaze—almost as if it were a wronged maiden, disapproving of his actions.

He shook his head. How could a black cat have so many expressions? It had to be trying to deceive him!

Meow!

Royal Translation: “Shameless human!”

“Meow my foot!” Ye Kun pressed the cat’s head down with one hand. The black cat seemed stunned, rage blazing in its heart—its head forced down by a human, its dignity trampled!

The black cat went berserk! Its body swelled, its black fur shimmering into a silvery white that glowed faintly—beautiful, yet deadly.

Ye Kun watched as the black cat beneath him transformed into a large silver beast—surely this was no mere cat!

“Brother! It’s a demon cat!”

Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian fainted on the spot. Better not to know—encountering a demon cat meant doom…

Ordinary beasts cannot transform; only those who have become demons can shapeshift. If their cultivation reaches its peak, they can even take human form to beguile the masses.

Ye Kun realized this was no ordinary cat and cursed his luck silently—sometimes misfortune defied explanation.

Meow!

Royal Translation: “I’ll bite you to death!”

Seeing the gleaming bald head before it, the demon cat lunged, its sharp teeth ready to tear through anything.

But—

Meow meow meow!!!

Royal Translation: “My teeth!!!”

The bite was so fierce its teeth broke. Staring at the bald head before it, the demon cat was desperate to pry it open and see what it was made of—how could it be so hard?

Ye Kun swallowed hard; he’d thought he was about to be devoured alive. Thank goodness—Brother Kun’s head was tough enough.

But… his own strength was no longer enough to restrain this cat!

With a kick of its four limbs, the demon cat sent Ye Kun flying in a graceful arc into the darkness.

The demon cat flipped over, turned its head, and shot him a deathly glare before vanishing into the night, clearly having found its nemesis in this bald-headed man.

“Brother!”

“Brother!” Ye Qin and Ba Wanqing cried out, rushing to help Ye Kun, but before they could take a step, a figure landed before them, leaves tied around his waist.

“Stay right where you are!” The figure slowly turned to look at Ye Qin and Ba Wanqing.

The two stared at the face before them, their eyes rolling back as they fainted at once.

Wu Chi scratched his bald head. These kids—weren’t they a bit too timid?

To see a dead man come back to life would scare even an adult half to death, let alone children of ten.

Seeing the four unconscious children, Wu Chi breathed a sigh of relief, set up a barrier around them, inscribed a rune on it for easy tracking, and hurried off to find Ye Kun. If anything happened to Ye Kun—the one favored by Old Wei—there’d be no explaining it.

As for Ye Kun, he was running for his life, the demon cat in relentless pursuit.

The cat’s pace was neither fast nor slow—almost as if it were toying with him.

Ye Kun could sense this as he ran, but what choice did he have? He couldn’t transform; the cat was practically cheating.

“Wait!” Ye Kun stopped running, fearing he’d die of exhaustion before the cat could kill him.

The demon cat halted, sauntering toward Ye Kun with a strangely alluring gait—perhaps a feline trait.

Ye Kun swallowed, watching the demon cat approach, mind whirling—when would something unexpected happen? Now would be the perfect time for a bolt of lightning to strike.

The demon cat circled him, sniffing. “Meow!”

“Human, how do you wish to die?”

Facing this demon cat, as large as a tiger and as fierce as a hawk, inspiration struck Ye Kun. In a flash, he flipped onto its back, wrapped his arms tightly around its neck in a move so practiced it seemed second nature.

The demon cat froze, utterly stunned that the bald-headed human was riding on its back!

A terrifying surge of murderous energy blasted outward. Wu Chi, searching for Ye Kun in the darkness, felt it instantly and sped toward its source, his face darkening—this was the aura of a demon!

Who would have guessed that a demon lurked in this misty forest? And such a powerful one at that!