Imperial Cultivation

"A three-tailed cat, never heard of it." Luo Yun said, "Since it’s something from this Grotto Heaven, it can’t be an ordinary species."

"Even an ordinary species wouldn’t have such skills." Meng Xianda chuckled, "Almost died at its hands."

The first two times, if it hadn’t intended to kill, the last time, it definitely wanted to kill.

Zheng Zhenxing’s eyes were burning, "The Array should be broken by now, right?"

"Should be broken by now?" Luo Yun frowned, assessing, uncertain.

Now without the Flying Knife, feeling uneasy, not daring to take risks anymore.

He turned his head towards Huang Zhengyang: "Otherwise, should we take a step back first and go back to find reinforcements?"

Meng Xianda said, "Then we can only look for experts from the Phoenix Sacred Vein."

Other experts coming would be useless, they couldn’t get past Snake Valley, might even fall there.

Not even Spirit Venerable can get through, let alone others.

We can only rely on experts from the Phoenix Sacred Vein.

Luo Yun said, "Then let’s ask Senior Song for help, but we can’t find Senior Song, can only report to the Court."

Zheng Zhenxing suddenly stepped forward.

He gritted his teeth, slowly stepped forward again, getting closer to the three-tailed cat.

At this moment, the three tails suddenly moved.

"Not good!" Luo Yun exclaimed, "This guy isn’t dead!"

The three tails moved again, shifted a bit, getting closer to each other.

Meng Xianda said, "What’s it trying to do?"

"Joining together?" Zheng Zhenxing said in a deep voice, "Just like that blood sphere before."

"Blood merging together is fine, but what’s the point of merging tails?" Luo Yun said.

Just as he spoke, he saw the three tails indeed move close together.

The three tails actually overlapped, becoming one.

This single tail looked no different from the previous three, no change in color, length, or thickness.

The tail was slender, pure white and flawless, with a tiny bit of black at the tip, as if it had lightly touched ink.

Swiftly, it shot and attached to the white cat, at the original break of the middle tail.

The next moment, the white cat moved, its chest began to heave.

"Not good, it’s alive again!" Luo Yun shrieked.

"It can come back to life like this!" Meng Xianda widened his eyes and shook his head, "Too bizarre! Too bizarre!"

"Let’s go." Huang Zhengyang sighed.

Zheng Zhenxing drew his sword from its sheath, shot it towards the white cat, the sword tip stabbed fiercely.

He still couldn’t feel the True Yuan, couldn’t activate it, yet the Treasure Sword in his hand could still cut through iron like mud, slice hair as it blows and couldn’t be resisted by flesh and blood.

He thought to strike hard while the white cat was weak, strike it down while it’s sick to take its life.

Otherwise, he would lose his life, or would only be able to escape.

Last time he discovered the Cave Mansion, he couldn’t benefit, this time there’s another discovery, still leave empty-handed, flee in embarrassment again?

Then all the effort struggling for a slot to enter this Grotto Heaven would be meaningless.

"Old Zheng!" Luo Yun shouted in distress, "Don’t!"

But Zheng Zhenxing’s sword tip had already reached the white cat’s forehead.

The white cat showed no reaction, the sword tip was about to pierce, he revealed a look of joy.

"Bang!"

He was shot out backwards, spraying a Blood Arrow in the air, drawing a straight line, disappearing in the air.

"Old Zheng!" Luo Yun hurriedly said, "This..."

Meng Xianda’s expression changed slightly, then he let out a sigh of relief.

Luo Yun also realized, "Old Zheng was sent out too?"

Huang Zhengyang nodded, "Should have been sent out."

Luo Yun let out a sigh of relief, "Luckily, luckily, he didn’t lose his life."

As they were about to speak, they suddenly flew up as well, shooting straight into the sky.

But the direction they flew was precisely the opposite of Zheng Zhenxing.

"Bang bang bang!"

The three of them hit the green grass, letting out a muffled sound.

"Wow," they spat out a mouthful of blood, softly leaned against the green grass, slid down to the ground.

Luo Yun hurriedly said, "Not good, run quickly!"

He propped himself on his arm, trying to sit up but found himself completely limp, unable to muster strength.

This time, not only did the True Yuan disappear, but even his strength was gone.

"Brother Huang, what to do?" He looked at Huang Zhengyang who was leaning on the green grass.

Huang Zhengyang’s mouth was oozing blood, clearly, his injuries were much more severe.

"Escape." Huang Zhengyang said, "It’s coming after us, we need to go quickly."

"But I can’t move." Luo Yun smiled bitterly, turning to the other side towards Meng Xianda, "Old Meng, what about you?"

Meng Xianda’s face was flushed red as if drunk, shaking his head, "Then let’s crawl back."

As he spoke, he flipped over and lay on the ground, crawling in the direction they came from.

"Good old Meng!"

Luo Yun saw this and also lay on the ground, crawling in the direction he came from.

Huang Zhengyang shook his head helplessly and followed crawling.

Through a gap, he looked at the distant white cat.

It was slowly rising, its slender tail swinging lightly.

Vertical pupils looked this way, it stepped out with its paw, elegantly walking toward them.

Huang Zhengyang’s hair stood on end.

He felt doomed, fearing this time he might not escape disaster.

Thinking of this, he looked at the Flying Knife hidden in his sleeve, showing a bitter smile.

The Flying Knife flickered once, then flew out of his sleeve again, slowly rising.

Finally, it hovered in mid-air, overlooking the white cat.

The white cat’s elegant steps paused, and its vertical pupils stared at the Flying Knife.

"Haha, there’s still hope!"

Meng Xianda grinned and said.

Luo Yun’s movements slowed, revealing a smile.

"Quickly, go!" Huang Zhengyang said in a deep voice, "Don’t delay!"

Meng Xianda and Luo Yun were stunned.

Immediately reacting, they hurriedly intensified their crawling forward.

They had realized that the Flying Knife was bluffing to intimidate the white cat.

In reality, it was already weak, unable to exert any power.

Faced with life and death, their potential was awakened, their limbs becoming coordinated and smooth, crawling faster and faster.

Finally, before their eyes flashed, and they lost their balance.

They quickly turned their heads to look at the white cat.

The Flying Knife and the white cat were confronting one another, one higher above and one on the ground.

The white cat looked up, and the Flying Knife hovered overhead.

The white cat’s vertical eye pupils grew thinner and thinner, while the Flying Knife began to tremble lightly.

Suddenly before their eyes flashed again, appearing on the plaza of a great hall within the Imperial Palace.

In the plaza, Zheng Zhenxing was sitting cross-legged, with a middle-aged man behind him, assisting in operating power to catalyze the medicinal effects.

Zhou Muyin stood to the side with a solemn expression.

Seeing their three people appear, he breathed a sigh of relief and examined them.

Seeing their scruffy appearance, he looked puzzled.

Luo Yun chuckled, "Finally, we saved our small lives! Lord Zhou, we crawled back rolling and tumbling."

"What happened?" Zhou Muyin asked, "Mr. Zheng’s injuries are too severe, luckily coming out in time, a moment later and even the Spirit Pill wouldn’t have worked."

"Alas... This time we met a tough one, suffered huge losses, and gained nothing." Luo Yun shook his head, looking at Huang Zhengyang, "Better you explain, Brother Huang."

Huang Zhengyang then recounted the events without exaggeration or diminishing them.

As he was speaking, all three of them took the Spirit Pills sent over by Zhou Muyin, recovering their injuries.

After hearing what he said, Zhou Muyin stroked his beard, pondering, "Three-tailed white cat... power disappeared, and illusion surrounds it..."

"Lord Zhou, do you know what it is?" Luo Yun urgently asked.

Zhou Muyin shook his head.

"Alas... terrifying, terrifying, too terrifying!" Luo Yun shook his head, "If it weren’t for Mr. Chu’s Flying Knife given to Brother Huang, we absolutely would not have survived."

Huang Zhengyang said, "I feel sorry for Brother Chu, I don’t know what’s become of the Flying Knife."

Luo Yun patted his shoulder, "Brother Huang, Mr. Chu gave you the Flying Knife precisely for now."

He immediately looked at Zhou Muyin, "Lord Zhou, speaking of which, it might be helpful to seek Mr. Chu’s aid."

Huang Zhengyang and Meng Xianda also looked at Zhou Muyin.

Zhou Muyin waved his hand, "Let’s not mention that, better talk about the white cat, its sound doesn’t resemble a cat’s, right?"

Huang Zhengyang shook his head in disappointment.

Ultimately, it still doesn’t work.

Luo Yun said, "Not like a cat’s, a very strange sound, I’ve never heard this kind of sound."

Then, Zhou Muyin detailedly inquired about the white cat’s circumstances.

Once finished querying with nothing further, he turned to leave.

Luo Yun and the others then directly sat cross-legged on the plaza, feeling the power of the Spirit Pills on-site.

True Yuan began to gradually recover.

Only now they realized their True Yuan was indeed drained, recovering slowly.

The assistance of Spirit Pills was required to recuperate.

After an hour had passed, Zhou Muyin and Cheng Qian Cheng Kun reappeared, with grave expressions.

Zheng Zhenxing hurriedly asked, "Lord Zhou, were you able to determine what it is?"

His breath was weak, his voice soft and powerless, as if he could stop breathing at any moment.

This attack seriously damaged his internal organs, without the timely consumption of Spirit Pills he would be doomed.

Currently, only about ten percent recovery was achieved.

"Yes, determined." Zhou Muyin seriously said, "It’s an Elephant Beast."

"Elephant Beast?"