"Can you find fault?"
Jiang Huairong was silent for a moment and replied: "No, the stab can't hurt me."
A powerful cat doesn’t need to be picky when eating fish.
"How do you like it?"
Jiang Huairong finally understood that the other party really treated him like a cat. He was not angry at all, it was a warm reception after all.
The fish on the table all have auras, so they are worth a lot of money. If you are treated like this, just be a cat.
She has no bad intentions, she just wants to raise a cat.
Jiang Huairong stretched out his cat's paw to grab a fish from a bowl and took a bite. Unexpectedly, the taste was so delicious that he never stopped after taking this bite.
Qian Yan was relieved when she saw that he was enjoying the meal and did not bother him during the process.
Unknowingly, Jiang Huairong had eaten the entire fish feast. Then he looked at the cleanly eaten fish and felt so shameful and embarrassed.
He must have shown his bestiality.
Now he can't even control his animal nature. He has to work hard to cultivate and recover his cultivation.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a girl's voice: "Master, is the kitten ready?"
"Okay." Qian Yan replied, and she stood up. She saw that Jiang Huairong had cleaned her cat's claws, stretched out her hand to scratch him, and hugged the whole cat, "Continue on your way, I have something else.
I won’t return to the sect for the time being.”
"Just practice like this, it shouldn't affect you."
Jiang Huairong: It does not affect his practice, but he has never experienced being held in his arms while practicing.
But when he thought that she just thought he was a cat and had no bad intentions, he stopped talking and just defaulted to that.
The door opened, and there were seven boys and girls standing outside.
When they saw Qian Yan, they quickly greeted him: "Master."
"Yeah." Qian Yan observed the seven newly recruited disciples. They were all destined people they met in the cultivation world.
His talent is average, even poor. He has never had a master in his life, and he has never even joined some sects.
Jiang Huai's inner elixir was gone and his cultivation was completely lost, but his spiritual consciousness was still there. He could tell at a glance that these seven boys and girls had barely managed to draw Qi into their bodies, and their talents were not very good either.
It's unbelievable that he could be chosen by this person and accepted as his disciple.
A few years ago, he was in seclusion and didn't know what was going on outside. He was plotted as soon as he came out. Therefore, he didn't know that the news that Lin Qianyan was recruiting a disciple spread in the cultivation world.
Confused in his heart, Jiang Huairong had no intention of speaking in front of others.
In front of outsiders, he is just an ordinary black cat. The less people know about his identity, the better. She is not afraid of being caught, but it would be good to have less trouble.
He had never thought about the grudge between Hu Qin and him. If he hadn't been plotted, Hu Qin couldn't do anything to him. He could only say that he really believed in that kid too much. He didn't expect that kid to be so cruel.
…
"Hong Chang, it's better to give up."
"With your talent, the family will not spend resources to train you, let alone send you to a sect. As long as you are a low-grade single spiritual root, your parents will not say such things to you. Low-grade three spiritual roots, Hong Chang,
No matter how much resources are spent on the path of cultivation, there is no hope."
"How about you just listen to your parents and give up cultivation? The family has chosen a good marriage for you, and you will never be wronged if you marry her."
Leng Hongchang looked at the middle-aged man and woman in front of her with an indifferent expression: "What did the Zhang family give you? Is it a spiritual stone or a pill?"
"When did the family give me resources?"
"Didn't I earn it all myself?"
"Why can't I practice?"
This chapter has been completed!