Chapter 53: Sorry for the Disturbance

At this moment, Ye Kun was in a daze, the wind howling past his ears as the cat demon beneath him raced forward with all its might. Ye Kun had no idea just how fast it was going, but the wind whipped so fiercely against his scalp that it hurt, nearly paralyzing his face.

“Meow!”

Royal Translation: “Baldy, you’re dead! How dare you ride me!”

Ye Kun seemed to understand the cat’s threats, and with much difficulty, he raised his hand and gave the feline’s head a resounding slap—thump, thump.

The demon cat, sprinting at full speed, suddenly braked sharply. Ye Kun’s slight frame shot off with a “whoosh” and was gone in an instant.

But the cat demon was oblivious, still lost in its rage.

This bald brat bullied a demon! Not only had he dared to ride on its back, he’d even smacked its head! Outrageous! At first, it had only meant to scare him, but clearly, more drastic measures were needed.

With a fierce glare, the cat demon glanced back, intending to petrify its adversary with a regal stare—but soon, confusion clouded its eyes.

Where was the human?

Where was he?!?

The cat demon looked around but saw no trace of the bald boy, its anger only mounting.

Still, it had just caught the scent of that bald head. Sniffing the air, the demon quickly locked onto his whereabouts. He’d managed to get quite far in an instant—perhaps it had underestimated him.

Ye Kun, meanwhile, had been knocked unconscious by the fall. Such high-speed travel, then an abrupt halt—did the demon never consider the feelings of its rider? Didn’t it know how dangerous that was?

Just as the cat demon was about to give chase, Wu Chi finally appeared, blocking its path a short distance ahead.

The feline’s eyes glinted with a strange light as it regarded the man before it. What a day—so many humans, all at once.

Wu Chi, for his part, regarded the cat demon with a solemn expression. He’d encountered demons before—shed plenty of their blood even—but this one was different.

Its silver fur looked for all the world like the comforters he’d used in winters past—soft, luxurious, and impossibly comforting. What was he thinking? His mind was wandering.

The other demons he’d met had always been coarse and monstrous. But some were different—the royal blood of demonkind. Born superior, their appearance and aura set them apart from the rest.

Take the cat demon before him: its silver fur radiated nobility, and its haughty bearing made it clear that its dignity meant more than life itself. If anyone dared ride it, it would sooner die for honor.

But the most telling sign: nine silver tails. Wu Chi considered himself a man of the world, but he’d never seen a cat demon with nine tails before.

This was no ordinary demon—this was nobility among demons.

Against such a creature, Wu Chi instinctively reached for his waist, only to freeze—he hadn’t brought his sword.

As a sword sect master, did he really need his blade to traverse the minor Sunset Mountains? But a swordsman without his sword was only half as formidable—perhaps even less.

At that moment, the cat demon was also deep in thought. Its master had warned it: humans were cunning by nature, skilled at disguise.

This one wore nothing but a few leaves at his waist—an outlier even among humans. Rumor had it, humans always carried swords. For this one to enter the Misty Forest unarmed, he must possess unimaginable confidence.

He was bald, too—perhaps related to the bald youth from before, maybe father and son.

Judging by his movements, this human’s cultivation was extraordinary. The demon’s own power had waned after recent cultivation, and it wasn’t certain it could win. Its master was in seclusion, with no telling when he’d return.

Perhaps…

Wu Chi was also relieved to see Ye Kun was not in the cat demon’s grasp. With no sword on hand, and to avoid unnecessary casualties, perhaps…

After all, there was no one else around…

One man and one cat stared each other down, the tension thick as gunpowder—any moment, a great battle could erupt.

Suddenly, both Wu Chi and the cat demon spun on their heels and dashed off in opposite directions at top speed, each thinking: “You’ll never catch me…”

A hush settled over the forest.

Ye Kun, meanwhile, groggily climbed to his feet, his head still ringing. To think a demon would strike a child so hard—truly, all demons were vicious.

He looked around, surprised to find himself shrouded in darkness. Why, for once, had nothing gone terribly wrong?

Perhaps his streak of “luck” had finally ended, and at last, he could rely on his own efforts in this world.

Ye Kun rose with the air of a man who had finally shaken off “misfortune”—to the unknowing, it might have seemed he’d mastered some divine martial art.

Filled with excitement, Ye Kun sprinted ahead, eager to find his companions. That cat demon was no ordinary foe—he’d best leave quickly.

But after only a few steps, he sensed something was wrong.

The ground beneath his feet vanished.

Damn! Was he about to fall off a cliff?

“Ahhh!” Ye Kun let out a final, despairing cry. But not because he feared for his life—rather, because that damned “misfortune” hadn’t left him after all.

As he plummeted, Ye Kun’s face twisted in exasperation. If his guess was right, a powerful figure would surely intervene.

Heaven, would it kill you to let me enjoy a bit of happiness?

Just as he expected, a strange force wrapped around him, drawing his body in. Ye Kun was unfazed—he’d already guessed as much.

He floated gently into a cave, drawn by the mysterious pull.

If he was right, this must be the cave dwelling of some master, or perhaps it held a miraculous manual destined to make him rich and famous.

Heaven, you’re too naïve. Did you think I’d be lured by such things? Never! I would rather die than yield!

Safely deposited in the cave, Ye Kun felt a little drained. The darkness was absolute.

Suddenly—

Light blazed from every corner, dazzling Ye Kun so he covered his eyes. Was this really necessary? Did everything have to be so ostentatious?

“Fated one, I have finally waited for you!” A deep and solemn voice echoed from the cave’s depths. Ye Kun was annoyed—when he wanted things, they never came; yet when he didn’t, they forced their way in.

The speaker, seeing Ye Kun’s silence, thought the child must be frightened.

“Do not fear. I mean you no harm. I have been imprisoned here for countless millennia, and as my soul fades, fate has brought you to me. This is destiny, and cannot be denied!”

“I have decided to impart all my cultivation to you, for the good of all people, to restore this land of the Profound Moon.”

“Sorry to bother you, I seem to have entered the wrong cave,” Ye Kun replied, and with that, he turned and leapt away without a moment’s hesitation.

“….”