Chapter 57

"For the purpose of fighting for the boss's position?"

Wang Lin was first stunned, then reacted; this kind of thing is very common in their countryside, their village's dog packs often have dogs fighting over the boss's position, he exclaimed in surprise:

"Our spirit cat and eagle are fighting over the boss's position—has our spirit cat lost its mind? It's no match for the eagle; it dares to fight the eagle, isn't it afraid of being beaten to tears?"

The battle between Hei Mao Bu Tou and Peregrine Falcon Little Gray, he could only see afterimages flashing past, unable to see the specific battle situation.

But according to his guess, it's his half‑lifetime of experience; even a spirit cat, let alone a ferocious big dog, may not be a match for the eagle.

"Old Brother Wang, you're wrong—your spirit cat isn't being beaten down by your Peregrine Falcon; it's your Peregrine Falcon being beaten down by your spirit cat!"

Speaking of this, not only Wang Lin, even Xuanqing Daozhang himself showed undisguised surprise on his face; even if he saw it with his own eyes, how Hei Mao Bu Tou was pressing down and beating Peregrine Falcon Little Gray, it was still hard to believe.

Mainly, Hei Mao Bu Tou is too ordinary; even if it has the potential to become a true spirit cat, for now it's still extremely ordinary.

No matter what, it could never be a match for Peregrine Falcon Little Gray!

"How could this be possible..."

Wang Lin let out a startled cry, still finding it hard to believe, even though these words came from Xuanqing Daozhang.

Before he could finish speaking, a black shadow flew backward out of the battle; he jumped in fright, rushed forward, and upon seeing the black shadow lying on the ground, his face showed undisguised shock.

Zhang Guihua exclaimed in astonishment: "Daozhang, you're not joking—it really is our spirit cat pressing down and beating the eagle, not only pressing down and beating the eagle but also defeating it!"

The black shadow that just flew backward out of the battle was precisely Peregrine Falcon Little Gray.

One could see Hei Mao Bu Tou in the center of the battlefield, though covered in wounds, its proud and smug appearance could not be concealed.

Wang Lin swallowed, astonished: "Guihua, Daozhang, am I seeing things? Can our spirit cat really defeat the eagle?"

"Or rather—no, it's our Ping'an who is truly formidable, able to attract even such a powerful, limitless‑potential spirit cat!"

Xuanqing Daozhang couldn't help but sigh emotionally.

Although.

Currently Hei Mao Bu Tou is very ordinary, having neither the bloodline of a spirit beast nor that of a demon beast, yet it can defeat Peregrine Falcon Little Gray, which further proves that Hei Mao Bu Tou is not simple.

Don't look at spirit beasts or demon beasts—they're all about bloodline; the strength of the bloodline affects future development, but anomalies inevitably appear.

The more ordinary a spirit beast is, the more it can unleash limitless potential!

This is recorded in history!

Once.

There once was a demon emperor who had no bloodline at all—just an ordinary stray dog—but managed to break through countless restrictions and attain the throne of emperor.

Just that.

Such anomalies are one in ten thousand—no, one in a million!

Of course.

He doesn't even hope that this black cat of the Ping'an family will be one‑in‑a‑million anomaly; it just needs to be stronger than an ordinary spirit beast.

At that moment, Hei Mao Bu Tou dragged its wounded body, limping toward where Peregrine Falcon Little Gray lay, frightening Zhang Guihua so much that her face changed dramatically and she hurriedly shouted:

"Daozhang, quickly stop our spirit cat; don't let it keep harming the eagle!"

Wang Lin, although he didn't speak, quickly ran to where Peregrine Falcon Little Gray was, intending to block it and prevent Hei Mao Bu Tou from continuing to harm it.

"Elder Sister Guihua, Old Brother Wang, don't worry—their earlier fight was for the boss's position; since the battle ended, it shows the outcome is decided, and your spirit cat won't continue to harm the Peregrine Falcon!" Xuanqing Daozhang said with a light smile.

Wang Lin then stopped his steps, puzzled: "Daozhang, if our spirit cat isn't preparing to harm the eagle, why is it coming over?"

Xuanqing Daozhang looked on amusedly; even though Hei Mao Bu Tou limped, it walked out with an arrogant, victorious air, saying: "Naturally, it's doing what a victor should do!"

"What a victor should do?"

Not only Wang Lin, even Zhang Guihua wore a puzzled expression, about to ask what a victor should do, when Hei Mao Bu Tou came before Peregrine Falcon Little Gray and called out arrogantly a few times.

Yet Peregrine Falcon Little Gray gave no response!

Hei Mao Bu Tou suddenly raised its paw; Wang Lin jumped in fright, panicking: "Daozhang, what's wrong with our spirit cat? Didn't you say it wouldn't harm the eagle anymore?"

"It won't; how could it harm its own junior?"

Xuanqing Daozhang shook his head, understanding Wang Lin's meaning—he had been startled by Hei Mao Bu Tou raising its paw—and explained: "It just wants to give its junior a lesson, to teach it seniority and respect!"

"Smack!"

Hei Mao Bu Tou slapped Peregrine Falcon Little Gray's head hard, called out again, still saw no response, and raised its hand once more.

This novel you have reached.

This time, neither Wang Lin nor Zhang Guihua were frightened—not only because of Xuanqing Daozhang's explanation, but also because they saw with their own eyes that although Hei Mao Bu Tou acted against Peregrine Falcon Little Gray, it wasn't a lethal injury.

"Cry!"

Repeated lessons came as Hei Mao Bu Tou roared and instinctively raised its paw; Peregrine Falcon Little Gray, having suffered several brutal blows, hurriedly let out a low, pitiful wail to show submission.

Wang Lin looked at the miserable sight of Hei Mao Bu Tou and Peregrine Falcon Little Gray, worried: "Daozhang, our spirit cat and eagle have suffered such serious injuries—can you treat them?"

"Of course there's no problem!"

Xuanqing Daozhang smiled; whether Hei Mao Bu Tou or Peregrine Falcon Little Gray, from now on they will be the most important aides of his disciple Wang Ping'an.

Naturally willing to treat their injuries!

Just as Xuanqing Daozhang was about to use the Healing Technique on Hei Mao Bu Tou and Peregrine Falcon Little Gray, a flash of inspiration suddenly passed through his mind.

He scooped up Hei Mao Bu Tou and Peregrine Falcon Little Gray in one arm, turned, and walked into the main hall.

Wang Lin couldn't help but ask: "Daozhang, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing much—I just wanted to treat Hei Mao Bu Tou and Peregrine Falcon Little Gray while having my disciple take a look!"

Xuanqing Daozhang said with a smiling, narrowed‑eyes expression.

Wang Lin's mouth twitched slightly; he suspected Xuanqing Daozhang wanted to flatter him in front of his family's Ping'an, but the problem is that Ping'an was just born not long ago.

He can't even speak, so how could he possibly remember his master saving his spirit pet?

Xuanqing Daozhang looked at Wang Lin's expression, naturally able to guess his thoughts, and without explanation, he wanted to use the Healing Technique in front of Wang Ping'an.

He wanted to see whether his disciple could also learn this Healing Technique.

Ding! Your master Xuanqing Daozhang uses Healing Technique to heal your spirit pet Hei Mao Bu Tou and Peregrine Falcon Little Gray, congratulations you obtain skill: Healing Technique【Proficiency】!

Wang Ping'an curiously watched as his master Xuanqing Daozhang used Healing Technique on Hei Mao Bu Tou and Peregrine Falcon Little Gray; at that moment, a mechanical, cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and his little face was full of excitement.

(End of chapter)