I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 111 - 80 Galloping Immortal Disciple_2

He is not a cat slave.

As for Galloping Immortal Disciple? Ha ha...

Xu Qing walked to the door with a smile, the sunlight outside the yard fell on his face, reflecting the unique crystalline glow of the Silver Armored Corpse, like stars adorned with silver.

The mystic cat was shrouded in shadow. It looked up in confusion, just in time to be greeted by a palm technique descending from the sky.

Xu Qing quickly extended his five steel-like fingers, grabbed the mystic cat by its neck, and lifted it up.

"Meow——!" A sudden cat cry rang out,

The mystic cat flailed with its four paws, but was intimidated into a puddle of soft mud by a single shout from Xu Qing.

Its ears flattened, its head looked as if it was shaved, staring incredulously at Xu Qing’s open mouth.

Inside that blood-red mouth were two pairs of corpse teeth, sharper and longer than a vicious dog’s!

This Galloping Immortal Disciple seems a bit fierce... freёweɓnovel.com

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In the haunted house courtyard, Xu Qing moved nimbly, constantly adapting to the incredible power contained within the corpse.

Using seventy percent of his strength, he leaped from the ground, rising more than ten feet. When he landed, the heavy corpse body pierced the ground a foot deep, even after he bent his knees to absorb the impact.

Picking up the Feng Shui Stone in the courtyard that gathered Qi from four directions, the thousand-pound stone felt light in his hand.

Taking out the Finger Tiger, the Dragon Seal Tiger Elephant Fist he had learned earlier had been perfected by Xu Qing.

Taking the Treasure Sword seized from Bai Luo, Xu Qing performed the Sinan Sword Technique, the sword techniques searching for weak points emitted a clear sound, mesmerizing even the mystic cat watching his martial practice.

It thought, if that sword landed on it, who knows how many of its nine lives would be left.

"Thump, thump, thump——"

Eight Plum Blossom Needles shot out from Xu Qing’s ten fingers, embedding into the Feng Shui Stone.

He shook his wrist, infusing yin energy into the thread, the thousand-pound stone moved like a puppet, tossed around by Xu Qing.

After warming up and fully adapting to his body, Xu Qing finally focused his attention on the mystic cat staring blankly at him.

Approaching the stone case, he sat on an antique chair bought from a junk shop.

The wobbly chair, usually missing a leg, was surprisingly stable now, as if an invisible leg supported it.

In front of Xu Qing, a black wild cat sat obediently.

"Name?"

"The name of an Immortal cannot be spoken directly..."

Seeing the zombie in front of it trimming its nails, it immediately changed its tone when it saw the unfavorable look in its eyes:

"I have not established a formal hall, so I have no name. Occasionally, I have some nicknames when guarding a mortal’s home..."

Xu Qing asked for all the nicknames, and the mystic cat stammered until it finally mentioned a string of names such as ’Meow Meow, Mimi, Tan’er, Mei’er’.

"Since you are fed by a master, why are you looking for me to become a Galloping Disciple?"

"Mortals are fragile by nature, they die in a few short decades, the longest only a hundred years. I can guard their home but cannot extend their lifespan..."

The mystic cat had lived for three hundred years. It was first adopted by a farmer, then by a pawnshop as a lucky cat, then in a restaurant, and then by a farmer again, and then by an official’s daughter...

Seeing it recounting so proudly, Xu Qing’s expression grew increasingly peculiar.

This cat seemed somewhat ill-fated, maybe it planned to outlive him too?

"If mortals want to be my Galloping Disciple, it is easy for them to lose lifespan. You are different from them, besides being less clever, I think you can live longer and serve me longer..."

"Stop!" Xu Qing said with an unfriendly face: "You seem to have forgotten your place. It’s not you choosing to be my Galloping Disciple, it’s me deciding whether to accept you as one."

"???"

The mystic cat looked at Xu Qing in shock.

Who is the Galloping Disciple? Me?

Xu Qing gave it no chance to think and directly started the interview.

"Tell me, what skills do you have? I see that the Gray Immortal can see through walls, divine, and bring wealth to the owner’s family.

The Huang Immortal can exorcise evil and disasters and can also possess to borrow magical powers.

The Hu Immortal has profound magical powers, can predict fortune and misfortune, and help to exorcise demons and ghosts.

You have lived for three hundred years, you should be proficient in these basic industry skills, right?"

The mystic cat, looking at the humanoid creature examining it, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of competition pressure.

"I can guard home, exorcise evil, and attract wealth!"

"Not enough! The things you mentioned, I’m better at them than you. Think carefully, I only give you the time of one incense stick to consider."

The black cat racked its brains and finally said weakly: "I can catch mice."

"..."

Xu Qing looked at it with deep eyes: "It’s true that I’m not good at catching mice, but I don’t need to catch mice.

Let me ask you, do you have the ability to see through the coffin board to guess what’s inside?"

The black cat nodded instinctively: "I have Yin Pupil, I can see some things that mortals can’t see."

Xu Qing smiled: "Very well, from now on you are my internship Galloping Disciple. If you perform well, I might give you a chance to become official."

"As a Galloping Disciple, establishing a hall is your duty, it’s something you should do. Of course, I will not treat you badly..."

Xu Qing took out the Red String he got from exorcising Wang Qiao and his wife, tied one end to his wrist, and the other end to the black cat’s neck.

The mystic cat quickly caught up with the young man leaving the yard, its head buzzing, still not fully recovered.

How in a blink of an eye did it become a Galloping Disciple?

Following the footsteps of Xu Immortal Family, crossing the Shuimen Stone Bridge, the mystic cat filled with questions soon had its attention diverted by the worldly hustle and bustle.

"Lingnan Sweet Potatoes, freshly roasted Lingnan Sweet Potatoes..."

"Selling coal, the best coal from Xijing Mountain——"

At the roasted sweet potato stall, Xu Qing’s Galloping Disciple smelled the fragrant aroma of sweet potatoes, anxiously circling around.

"You are a cat, what are you doing eating sweet potatoes?"

Xu Qing had never fed a cat, but the old man selling sweet potatoes smiled and said: "Cats love to eat mice, and ’shu’ in ’sweet potatoes’ sounds like ’shu’ in ’mouse’, so they naturally like to eat this stuff, it’s nature’s way."

People rely on a mouth for a living, and goods sell best in good condition.

These hawkers are best at sweet-talking, sometimes it even sounds plausible.

"How about buying a few, not only to treat yourself, but the leftover peels can also feed the cat."

By this time, Xu Qing’s new Galloping Disciple had completely forgotten its dignity. Now it was rubbing its silky body back and forth against Xu Qing’s leg.

Not only that, it purred and hooked the back of Xu Qing’s knee with its tail, showing no trace of its previous poise.

Carrying a paper bag of roasted sweet potatoes, Xu Qing blew a breath of yin energy on it, instantly cooling the sweet potatoes that could blister a person’s lips.

The mystic cat happily ate, half a sweet potato down, it seemed to have reached a state of bliss.

Seeing its joy, Xu Qing thought his newly accepted Galloping Disciple didn’t have a name yet, so he said: "Since you like eating sweet potatoes so much, why not take a Galloping name, called Xijian Potato."

The mystic cat ignored him, focused only on the delicious food in front of it.

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On the way to Underground Street, Xu Qing heard many things, the old Emperor had died, and the new Emperor Zhao Rong ascended the throne. Changting King had committed suicide by the river, following the late Emperor...

Now Dayong had endured eighty-three years, finally changing from Qianyuan to Jingzhi Year One.

"I never thought, in the end, the one who seized the throne was still the Third Prince."

Xu Qing thought of the Emperor’s Purple Qi stored in the Mountain and River Map.

Focusing his gaze, he saw the scroll of mountains and rivers, the purple qi occupying most of the space as usual.

"The new Emperor is already on the throne, what use is this thing?"

Xu Qing pondered for a moment, then looked at the beggar begging by the roadside.

Just as he was about to offer the Emperor’s Purple Qi, the beggar suddenly stood up, snatched the copper plate from another small beggar, and viciously kicked the other.

"..."

Sure enough, not every beggar could be an Emperor.

Xu Qing shook his head helplessly, the Emperor’s Purple Qi still couldn’t be given away at will.

If this thing fell into the hands of someone without virtue, the common people might suffer another catastrophe.

Returning to Underground Street, Xu Qing hadn’t walked a few steps before his path was blocked by a figure bursting out from the front of a coffin shop.

"Old man finally waited for you to come back. If you hadn’t returned, I would have had no way out!"

Seeing Hu Baosong, who was so excited he was about to cry, Xu Qing looked puzzled.

What was the old man up to now?

"Old Hu, don’t block the way, I need to get back to the shop to prepare for opening. I don’t have time to mess around with you!"

"Opening is good, opening is great! Xu boy, don’t you like collecting corpses? I have a fresh corpse here, do you want it?"

"If you sincerely want it, I can give it to you right now, and for free!"