Chapter 540: Chapter 546 – Don’t These Bastards Care About Losing Face? (First Update)

No one expected that after breaking the first layer of the Mountain and River Seal, the first thing they saw was not the Mountain and River Map or the ten thousand year old Taoist Origin Fruit. Instead, it was a cat.

A cat!

Even Yang Zhen was stupefied, staring at the cat with disbelief. If it wasn’t for the faint aura the creature was emitting from its brand, Yang Zhen wouldn’t have even recognized him.

How did he get so fat?

Yang Zhen had an itching curiosity about what the cat had been eating these past few days. He had gained so much weight that even his fur had become shimmering and transparent, no longer looking withered and dry.

The rest of the crowd was just as confused, staring at each other, clueless about what was going on.

Master Tie paused in his motions, unknowingly making eye contact with the cat. Everyone else was simply staring in straight bewilderment.

Stupefied!

The fruit in the cat’s paw slipped onto the ground. As he looked around with wide eyes, the hairs on his tail stood on end. He looked scared out of his wits.

The entire Mountain and River Ruins fell into a deadly silence. Everyone was engaged in a staring contest with the cat.

The cat swallowed the fruit in his mouth with a gulp and blinked at the crowd, then asked:

“Meow?”

Crowd: “….”

“Damn it, what have you done?”

Master Tie bellowed out furiously, shaking everyone. Lu Tianwei and Fang Zhongjian jumped, shocked. Looking at each other, they reacted abruptly, glaring at the cat with seething eyes and roaring, “Damn it, did you eat all the ten thousand year old Taoist Origin Fruits?”

What?

At these words, everyone was taken aback. They all went crazy.

The cat ate all the Taoist Origin Fruits that put the entire Northern Island in turmoil?

This damned cat!

“Meow?”

The cat’s eyes were darting around, his face a picture of innocent fear. Not only Lu Tianwei and the others, but even Yang Zhen was taken by surprise. Could this really not be the cat?

“Yang Zhen!”

Fang Zhongjian roared out, looking around, “You bastard, I know you’re here, get the hell out!”

Crap!

Yang Zhen quickly dragged Feng Lingqiao behind a large rock. He can’t let Fang Zhongjian see him.

Really, he didn’t even know the cat was here. Why should he take the blame for the cat’s misdeeds?

Feng Lingqiao was also taken aback and widened her eyes, asking, “Is Yang Zhen here?”

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, “I don’t know. Yang Sao Saint moves in mysterious ways, appearing and disappearing like a divine dragon. Who knows where he is.”

Feng Lingqiao: “….”

When the cat heard Fang Zhongjian’s roar, his eyes lit up. He looked around, but didn’t see Yang Zhen. He panicked and leaped towards the distance with a meow.

“What the fuck, this bastard cat is trying to escape, catch him!”

“Is that really the cat?” someone asked doubtfully. “It doesn’t look like it. Maybe it’s just slightly similar. Be careful, if it’s a wild beast similar to the cat, it might be dangerous.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhongjian, who was leading the charge, stumbled and watched the cat cautiously. On second thought, they didn’t look that similar. At least this one seemed much healthier than that malnourished cat.

A wealthy-looking cat!

Seeing half of the crowd charging towards the cat, Yang Zhen said to Feng Lingqiao, “Wait for me here. Don’t worry, I’ll come back. I will keep an eye on Black Sand for you. Just be careful not to be discovered.”

Before Feng Lingqiao could respond, Yang Zhen plunged into a large rock in front of them under her astonished gaze.

Feng Lingqiao jumped in fright and swallowed the words she was about to utter. She reached out to touch the massive stone in front of her, disbelief painted across her face.

Boom!

The terrifying blast roiled like tumbling waves, barreling right towards the scoundrel cat. Who knew if it’s because the cat had eaten too much, but it was running much slower than before. It was quickly surrounded by a group of people.

Fang Zhongjian stared at the scoundrel cat and said, “Scoundrel cat, let me ask you, how many Ten Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruits are there and do you still have any of them?”

“Meow?” The scoundrel cat blinked its eyes, signaling that it didn’t understand.

“Dammit!” Angered and embarrassed, Fang Zhongjian pointed at the cat and shouted, “If you keep pretending to not understand, don’t blame me for being ruthless. I heard your fur is extraordinarily tough. But who knows how many sword strikes it can stand? Yang Zhen isn’t here now, do you think you stand a chance of escaping?”

“That’s right, why don’t we cooperate openly and honestly. You tell us what’s sealed inside, if there’s any Ten Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruit left, where the Mountain and River Map has gone, and we won’t make things difficult for you. How does that sound?”

Lu Tianwei also tried persuading it with kind words.

“Meow…cough cough!” The scoundrel cat curled its lip and responded, “Holy crap, do you guys think that I’m easily tricked? I’m the one who normally tricks others, when have I ever been tricked?”

At these words, a threatening aura burst from everyone present, darkening the sky and filling it with terror.

The power of a Mahayana Phase expert was so fearsome that it could even affect the weather.

The scoundrel cat jumped in fright and yelled, “Damn it, I dare you to touch a single hair of mine. The armies of the Dirty Detachment Gang will kill each and every one of you. Believe me or not, if I yell, countless members of the Dirty Detachment Gang will appear here!”

Fang Zhongjian and Lu Tianwei shared a glance and smirked.

“Go ahead and yell, yell your throat out… Damn, this isn’t good.”

Before Fang Zhongjian could finish his sentence, he saw a hand slither out from under the scoundrel cat.

Frightened, the scoundrel cat screeched and jumped three feet high but was grabbed by that hand and forcibly dragged underground.

“Yang Zhen, it must be Yang Zhen. He’s really here.”

Fang Zhongjian roared furiously, slashing his sword toward the spot where Yang Zhen had just appeared. The drawn sword flashing and crashing down onto where Yang Zhen and the scoundrel cat had disappeared.

Boom!

The terrifying blast rolled, sending countless rocks flying in all directions. Where Yang Zhen and the scoundrel cat had been, a huge pit now gaped.

Where were Yang Zhen and the scoundrel cat?

“Yang Zhen!”

Fang Zhongjian roared in fury, his voice coming in fits and starts, “Fang Zhongjian swears to never stop until one of us is dead.”

Everyone stared in shock at Fang Zhongjian, his eyes glowing red with rage.

Someone finally realised what was happening and dashed toward the exit.

Seeing this, the others followed suit and ran for their lives, scared of getting left behind.

The cat that resembled a scoundrel and the hand suspected to be Yang Zhen’s were gone. At a time like this, who would still want to wait for Master Tie to break the seal? Only a fool would stay.

The Ten Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruit was gone. No one believed that a mere cat could refine the Mountain and River Map.

Obviously, the Mountain and River Map was still inside.

Yang Zhen dragged that bastard cat all the way back to where Feng Lingqiao was. Upon arriving, the scoundrel cat’s eyes widened instantly, “Holy shit, kid, it’s only been a few days and you’ve already flirted with another one?”

“Shut up, don’t talk nonsense!”

Yang Zhen struck the cat upside the head and glared at it, “What the hell are you playing at? Weren’t you supposed to stealthily dig up the treasure? How did you end up here?”

Those weren’t the right words to say. Mentioning this made the scoundrel cat even more pissed off. Its eyes widened in an expression of indignation, “‘Ask me’? Hell, I want to ask you guys! I finally found the treasure I buried years ago and was enjoying it when you guys split the mountain with a sword stroke. What’s the meaning of this?”

“Your…treasure?” Yang Zhen looked at the scoundrel cat in confusion, doubting, “Damn it, don’t trick me, I’m Sao Saint and I didn’t study much. This is obviously the Ten Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruit from the Mountain River Academy, how could it be yours?”

“What?” The scoundrel cat leaped to its feet, “What academy? Damn it, what the hell is their Ten Thousand-Year Daoist Origin Fruit? This is clearly what I buried. Are those bastards giving up on their face?”