Chapter 138: Mystic Cat Extracts the Internal Elixir

I don't know why, but at this moment Bai Xian'er makes me feel as if she is no longer her true self.

She wasn't speaking to me, nor was she talking to herself.

Then who were these words of hers meant for?

Who does this "he" she mentioned refer to?

"Among the five of us, has anyone truly become a god?"

"Besides Heavenly Punishment, what else have we gained?!"

"After all these years of imprisonment, hasn't it cleared your mind yet? That old path—do you really want to follow him down it again?!"

Bai Xian'er's voice grew louder and her emotions more agitated, utterly unlike the state a dying person should have.

Even if it were a final flare, it shouldn't be like this.

Where exactly did something go wrong?

With her shouts and roars, the talisman paper on the coffin above suddenly fluttered, many sheets igniting without flame and instantly turning to ash.

I only felt the temperature in the burial chamber drop sharply.

What's worse, the coffins surrounding me suddenly began to make noise, and then wooden pegs protruded from their lids like arrows, aiming at me from all directions.

Bai Xian'er burst into hysterical laughter, her laugh filled with triumph and sorrow.

I unconsciously looked up, and I understood clearly in my heart.

Bai Xian'er—no, not necessarily Bai Xian'er.

Whoever was controlling Bai Xian'er to say those words, they were meant for Hui Xian to hear.

They were also aimed at me.

Hui Xian's disposition is unstable; he is still hesitating.

If he is successfully persuaded by that person, today I fear I will die in this burial chamber.

Those wooden pegs that have already poked out could turn me into a hedgehog in an instant.

I kept my head raised, staring fixedly at the coffin above, making no defensive stance—I was betting.

Betting on Hui Xian's loyalty.

Betting on his broader perspective.

If today he can be successfully persuaded by these words, then he is not worth my personally coming to ask him to return for worship.

Of course, even if he ultimately does not shoot, that cannot represent his loyalty.

Perhaps it's only because he fears Liu Junyan.

Having such fear is also a good thing.

We stared each other down for over two minutes, and then those wooden pegs suddenly reversed direction, all pointing at Bai Xian'er lying on the ground.

She seemed to sense it too; her laughter grew more frenzied, her whole body trembling, tears continually sliding from the corners of her eyes.

Before those wooden pegs could be fired, Bai Xian'er's chest suddenly swelled high, her whole body tensing into an unbelievable arc.

Suddenly, a net of copper coins appeared on the surface of her body.

Red threads strung with gold coins wrapped around her entire body, constantly tightening, as if trying to bind into Bai Xian'er's flesh.

After a few rapid, deep breaths, Bai Xian'er collapsed suddenly, transforming into her true form of a white spiky hedgehog.

The white fleshly spines, at a speed visible to the naked eye, festered and rotted, eventually turning into a puddle of putrid meat.

Throughout this process, the copper coin net kept contracting, tightly strangling Bai Xian'er's flesh like a blood‑sucking ghost, draining every last trace of her essence.

At the moment Bai Xian'er died completely, the Little Monster let out a heart‑rending wail and lunged madly toward her.

But before it could take a few steps, the wooden pegs on the coffin shot out in unison toward it.

The Little Monster, still mid‑leap, was pierced through by the wooden pegs in midair, its scarlet eyes wide open, and it fell with a thud, dead.

Only then did I silently let out a breath of relief.

The Mystic Cat let out a meow and leapt onto the Little Monster's body; under my gaze, it suddenly extended its claws and sank them deep into the Little Monster's chest.

Its claws dug around inside the Little Monster's chest, as if searching for something.

After a while, it retracted its forepaws, and clenched within them was a jet‑black bead.

That… was the Little Monster's internal elixir?

Just as I thought the Mystic Cat had pulled out the Little Monster's internal elixir to enjoy itself, it flickered and returned to the Hexagonal Palace Lamp.

Then I saw that black speck quickly approach the faint green spark of Fu Wan.

Immediately after, the green spark seemed to explode like a firefly, and after a flash, the entire spark doubled in size.

Did the Mystic Cat actually feed the Little Monster's internal elixir to Fu Wan?

To be honest, at this moment I really felt a bit jealous.

Clearly, Liu Junyan said she had taken in the Mystic Cat to be my pet, and I have doted on it plenty—so why does it dislike me?

Fu Wan can't even solidify her essence properly, yet from the start it has been especially close to her.

Why is that?

Though I feel jealous, I am not actually angry.

After all, whenever I am in danger, the Little Guy is always at the forefront.

I gathered my thoughts, lifted the Hexagonal Palace Lamp, and looked up again.

The talisman paper on the coffin above has by now been burned away more than half, revealing the coffin's true appearance.

It is a transparent coffin, not large, not of traditional shape but rather Bagua‑shaped.

It hangs from the ceiling of the burial chamber; through the Bagua‑shaped base I can see a rat the size of a domestic cat lying still inside.

It is entirely black, except for a white line of fur along its spine.

As the last talisman paper on the coffin turned to ash, the entire burial chamber began to tremble.

The coffin, its mortise and tenon pulled out, with a clatter shattered all over the ground.

Outside came Li Qingying's shout: "Xiao Jiu, where are you? Hurry out, the Mushi is about to collapse!"

Immediately after, Dou Zhile's voice sounded behind me: "Big Rat, Xiao Jiu Zhanggui himself has come to fetch you—what are you doing lying there? How many years have you been lying in there, still not enough? The Mushi is about to collapse; my family's Mushi doesn't have many real coffins, no need for you to be buried with them—uh……"

Smack!

Out of nowhere, a big slap hit Dou Zhile's mouth; Dou Zhile immediately covered his mouth and fell silent.

Since I've known this little old man, this is the first time I've seen him say so much all at once.

And his words were still so amusing.

Oh, no, he's actually always been like that.

I recall that night, he brought Dou Jinsuo to attempt self-immolation, but it failed; the two of them sat in the pitch-black coffin, and he likewise shouted and cursed his family's Grey Immortal like this.

It's just that later the situation became too perilous, so his nature was temporarily suppressed.

The Grey Immortal really isn't used to him—at his age, in front of the younger generation, just saying he'd give him a big slap and doing it.

Dou Zhile, angry, sat on the side of the coffin plank, pulled out his big pipe, lit it, and puffed away facing away from the Grey Immortal, going 'puff puff'.

While puffing, he said: "Back when you were trapped here, you happened to meet my ancestor; you shamelessly begged my family's ancestor to enshrine you, the condition being to pass on Lu Ban's skills to him; our Dou family has kept the promise through generations, barely managing to help you rise to prominence, and now what are you kicking up a fuss about?"