No Joy in the Hehuan Sect - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

You can’t completely blame me for climbing into his bed a hundred and twenty times.

Luo Wuhuan was immensely popular in the Hehuan Sect, and countless men and women had fallen for him.

Anyone who confessed their feelings to him was sent into the mortal world to undergo training.

Over time, despite the Hehuan Sect’s generally unrestrained ways, not a single person dared offend the Young Sect Master.

I was the sole exception.

No matter how far I went, all he ever did was let out a helpless sigh and punish me by making me copy scriptures.

While I copied, he would light an oil lamp and sit across from me, laughing.

A beauty beneath the lamplight only grew more beautiful the longer I looked.

The more I copied, the less interested I became in copying books.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t beat Luo Wuhuan, so I had no way to force myself on him. No matter how much I coveted his beauty, all I could do was talk big.

Fortunately, that was all I ever did.

Now that I knew the truth, how could I possibly dare covet the position of his cultivation partner?

Several lives wouldn’t be enough to survive that man’s wrath!

The man I mentioned was named Qi Tian.

He was an orphan who caught the eye of an elder from the Hehuan Sect and was brought back to the sect.

He simply refused to become the elder’s cultivation furnace, and in the end, he became nothing more than a low-ranking disciple.

That miserable experience drove Qi Tian down a dark path. He eventually left the Hehuan Sect and encountered countless opportunities. Years later, he successfully brought about the sect’s downfall.

Countless members of the Hehuan Sect were killed or wounded. Only Luo Wuhuan, the once-admired heaven’s favorite, was kept at Qi Tian’s side, with Qi Tian clearly intending to humiliate him.

Thinking of the dimness in Luo Wuhuan’s eyes in the dream, I worriedly ground my claws.

Luo Wuhuan was the best Luo Wuhuan in the world. I didn’t want him to become that person.

Qi Tian’s descent into darkness was caused by the bullying he was suffering now. If he had a slightly better life, would that awful future never come to pass?

With that thought, I transformed into the form of an ordinary kitten and headed straight for the outer sect under the moonlight.

When I arrived, Qi Tian seemed to have just endured a vicious beating. He was sprawled on the ground, showing no signs of life.

Had they beaten him to death?

I crept over, wanting to see whether the man was still alive.

My paw pads made no sound as they touched the ground. Cautiously, I poked my head out in front of Qi Tian.

And then-

“What is that?!”

Qi Tian, who had been completely motionless just moments before, suddenly rolled over and grabbed me.

He slammed me hard against the ground. My thick fur cushioned the impact, but it still hurt.

I was stunned.

That shouldn’t have happened. Even when I ambushed Luo Wuhuan, he had never noticed me. This low-level disciple’s hearing couldn’t possibly be better than Luo Wuhuan’s, could it?

I was just about to struggle when the hand gripping me suddenly loosened.

Qi Tian scooped me up and examined me with a puzzled look.

“Where did this stray cat come from? It’s so ugly. It can’t be someone’s pet, can it?”

How dare he! Even if I had deliberately concealed my appearance a little, I absolutely could not be called ugly!

I was just about to snap back when I suddenly remembered that I couldn’t reveal my identity as a member of the Demon Race.

Even Luo Wuhuan would not be let off easily for keeping a member of the Demon Race as a pet.

Under Qi Tian’s scrutinizing gaze, I finally forced a sound out of my throat in humiliation.

“Meow.”