The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Chapter 39: Hundred Rumors

The whole journey was silent, inside the flying boat nobody said a word.

Mo Tianliao was acutely aware of his misdeed and did not dare speak. Qingtong leaned against the tiger and soon fell asleep. The big tiger, being a cushion, did not need to speak.

Thirty thousand li could not be covered in a day, it was chilly, and there were always evil things wandering around at night. The way was not safe, so it was necessary to find a cultivator's town to rest. He didn't know for sure how many towns were in this direction. Mo Tianliao took notice of the time and sped up the boat, he wanted to make it to Yijin before the sun set.

Most cultivator towns were unaffiliated but they had shops run by the various major sects. If Mo Tianliao remembered correctly, this small city named Yijin had a powerful city-wide protection array. Violence was not allowed inside the city, those who did not heed this rule would be expelled by the array. It was the perfect place to spend the night, but more importantly, the city may have the information he needs.

The flying boat landed outside the city. Mo Tianliao walked over and tried to pick up the sleeping man. His outstretched hand abruptly stopped 3 inches away from Master.

Master hadn't yet forgiven his recent sexual harassment, if he tried to hold him again, he would certainly be beaten up even worse. Mo Tianliao touched his healed face and looked at the deeply slumbering beauty. Half of that handsome face was buried in the tiger's thick fur. He was sleeping so peacefully and deeply, his cheeks gently flushed, that it was impossible to want to disturb his restful sleep.

Mo Tianliao grit his teeth. Forget it, even if his face got scratched into wood shavings again, he could take it. He placed his hands behind Master's back and hugged the man. The beautiful eyes opened slowly, looking sleepy, then looked at him quietly.

"You're awake..." Mo Tianliao whispered, he was pushed away before he could retract his outstretched arms.

Qingtong stood up and looked left and right. "Where are we?" The big tiger looked up groggily, when he saw Master had risen, he also stood up, yawning widely.

"Yijin," said Mo Tianliao, storing the flying boat and pointing to the inscription on top of the city wall. "We have been here before; do you remember it?"

The city of Yijin, its name derived from peaceful rest and guiding light. It was a place where people from all walks of life, both good and bad, gathered, yet it was surprisingly safe, therefore, it was also a hub for gathering and trading all kinds of information. Secrets such as the discovery of a hidden treasure, the sale of magical items, secret intelligence regarding the sects, and various other hidden information could be found here.

Qingtong snorted, it was unclear whether he remembered or not, then led the big tiger into the city.

Walking with a Demonic Beast was a symbol of strength. The passers-by all looked with envious eyes at the plump and sturdy tiger walking behind the beauty. Such a fierce Demonic Beast, no one would believe that it hadn't formed a blood contract. Wasn't that tiger as docile as a cat, ceaselessly rubbing against its master's leg?

Mo Tianliao followed the two and did not say anything. He looked this way and that, there were many small stalls along the road. One stall was painted with the Taiji diagram, its banner read "Fortune Telling". Behind it was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Seeing Mo Tianliao, he began to call, "Sir, let me predict your future and see when you can ascend."

"How much?" Mo Tianliao stopped at the stall.

"The price entirely depends on what sir wants to find out," the cultivator said casually.