Chapter 70: Confronting the Demon

Zhuo Qingfeng's eyes widened abruptly.

The white cat exuded a chilling aura. Its blood-red eyes glowed eerily in the darkness, like two bottomless cold pools, staring directly into Zhuo Qingfeng's heart.

In that instant, Zhuo Qingfeng felt a chill shoot up his spine, rapidly spreading throughout his body. Every inch of his skin erupted in goosebumps, and cold sweat uncontrollably beaded on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Mo was close to Zhuo Qingfeng and could clearly sense his fear; he was utterly stunned.

"A demon... a cat demon!" Zhuo Qingfeng exclaimed in disbelief.

Gu Chuxia rushed over. When she saw the enormous white cat outside the window, she too stiffened, gripping her saber hilt tightly, but her body remained rigid, lacking the courage to draw it.

"Brother... there... there really is a cat demon!" Gu Chuxia stammered, "It's so... so big, like... like..."

"As big as an ox, completely white, with blood-red eyes!" Gu Mo suddenly interjected.

Zhuo Qingfeng and Gu Chuxia were both astonished. Gu Chuxia, particularly surprised, momentarily forgot her fear and asked, "Brother, are your eyes healed?"

"No," Gu Mo replied calmly, his expression unchanged. "I still can't see anything else. But strangely, I can see that large white cat. In my vision, it's floating in the darkness."

Gu Chuxia said, "It's perched on the rockery."

Just then, Zuo Yue, having somewhat recovered from his panic, pulled out a whistle and blew it. A shrill sound pierced the sky.

In that same instant, whistles echoed from all directions around the courtyard. This was the warning signal used by the Dongshan Sword Sect. Simultaneously, many disciples of the Dongshan Sword Sect rushed forward.

However, upon entering the courtyard, the front line of disciples paused, their faces instantly drained of color. Their eyes filled with terror and apprehension, and their former vigor vanished in an instant. Though their swords were still gripped tightly, some couldn't stop them from trembling slightly, the scabbards clinking softly, a sound jarringly clear in the tense atmosphere.

The white cat suddenly opened its mouth and emitted a horrifying sound. It was like a baby's cry mixed with a desolate roar, echoing persistently in the quiet space, as if piercing directly into one's soul, making the scalp prickle for those who heard it.

This terrified the many disciples of the Dongshan Sword Sect. Even more horrifying, the white cat slowly began to speak in human language, uttering in a low voice, "I do not wish to kill. Begone!"

Everyone recoiled in terror, unconsciously stepping back.

Only Zhuo Qingfeng, standing at the window, suddenly called out, "Esteemed Cat Demon, surely you have a reason for killing?"

The white cat turned its head to look at Zhuo Qingfeng, then suddenly bared a row of sharp fangs and let out a deafening roar. "I killed for him and took his treasure, but he did not keep his promise. He deserves to die!"

The rolling sound wave vibrated, making everyone's ears ring.

Immediately after, it flickered, lunging towards Zhuo Qingfeng like a white bolt of lightning, moving too fast for anyone to react.

Zhuo Qingfeng's vision blurred; the white cat was already upon him. Its blood-red eyes gleamed ferociously, fixing on him as if to devour him alive in the next second.

Zhuo Qingfeng's body instantly tensed, every muscle stiffening with fear, as if he were frozen in place, unable to move an inch. His eyes were wide, staring intently at the white cat, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as if trying to burst through. Beads of sweat, like large beans, rolled down his pale cheeks, dripping into the dust at his feet. He instinctively reached for his sword hilt, intending to draw his blade to face the enemy, but his fingers felt weak and unresponsive. The sword he usually drew with ease now seemed firmly stuck in its scabbard, refusing to budge.

Just then, Zhuo Qingfeng suddenly felt a pulling force from behind, and he was flung backward.

It was Gu Mo's Dragon Catching Skill. Zhuo Qingfeng floated backward like a kite with a broken string. At the same moment, Gu Mo strode forward with immense power. Their figures crossed, their clothes fluttering in the wind.

Without hesitation, Gu Mo unleashed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. A powerful golden light emanated from his palm, and the fierce wind generated by the strike seemed to tear the surrounding air, producing a hissing sound. The golden palm print, like a roaring dragon, lunged towards the white cat with menacing claws. Where it passed, sand and stones flew, walls shattered and collapsed, and the ground was gouged with deep furrows by the powerful force. Weeds and debris were swept into the air, resembling a small storm.

However, strangely, his palm strike seemed to hit nothing but air, and the white cat dissolved into a wisp of smoke and vanished.

The next moment, the vanished smoke slowly re-coalesced in mid-air, and the white cat landed lightly on the rooftop. Its posture was elegant and agile, its four paws settling steadily on the tiles without making a sound. After perching on the ridge, it subtly turned its head. Its emerald eyes gleamed with a cold, mysterious light under the sun, like deep, cold pools, making it impossible to fathom its thoughts. It gazed silently at the people below, its eyes seeming to hold a hint of amusement and countless hidden secrets. A moment later, it slowly turned, its white tail swaying gently like a graceful snake. Then, its form gradually blurred, dissolving into a wisp of ethereal smoke, vanishing into the night. Simultaneously, the multitude of other cats scattered and fled.

At this time, outside the small courtyard, more and more people arrived.

Within the Dongshan Sword Sect's mountain gate, experts also arrived, soaring across rooftops using light footwork. Soon, Sect Leader Zhao Congwu arrived, accompanied by the leaders of three other sword sects, all elderly men past sixty, like Zhao Congwu. Hearing that a cat demon had appeared and caused trouble, all of them were greatly shocked.

Zhao Congwu immediately ordered his disciples to control the scene, then the four of them quickly flew into the small courtyard.

Inside the courtyard room, Gu Chuxia quickly ran to Gu Mo, asking anxiously, "Brother, are you alright?"

Gu Mo shook his head slightly. "I attacked, and the white cat didn't even retaliate. How could anything happen to me?"

Gu Chuxia said nervously, "But it's a cat demon! Who knows what incomprehensible tricks it might have?"

Gu Mo waved his hand. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

At this moment, Zhuo Qingfeng spoke up, "Great侠 Gu, you're usually quite wary of talk about ghosts and spirits. How is it that when all of us were terrified just now, you alone dared to strike?"

Gu Mo subtly returned the flying knife he had been holding to his waist, shook his head slightly, and replied, "I've only been debating whether demons and spirits truly exist in this world, but I've never felt fear. My martial arts allow me to admit defeat, but they do not allow me to be afraid!"

"So now, do you believe?"

"I do."

"Why?"

"I am blind, yet I saw it just now. But then again, I'm not entirely convinced."

"Why not?"

"Because when I saw it, I couldn't hear any cat sounds."