Supreme Emperor of Swords Chapter 159

Chapter 159 Cat · Idol · A Wretched Old Man

There should have been nothing on the stone table, but at this moment, there was a palm-sized snow white hair ball. Its hairy look was like a bunch of pure white snow, there was not any dirt at all. Its crystal-like big eyes were heartbreaking, and its pink little nose seemed to be the sculpt of an artist. Its small round ears laid down. It looked up slightly at Ding Hao with its aggrieved look and soft eyes.

It was a white Scottish Fold!

A Scottish Fold?

Ding Hao was going mad! What the h.e.l.l was going on?

A second ago, there was nothing on the stone table. As he turned around, a pure-blooded white Scottish Fold which was even rare during his previous life. Which angel sister was kidding him? Was this little guy really just a kitten of Scottish Fold? Where did it come from?

“Miaow…”

As if he felt the shock of Ding Hao, the little guy looked up slightly and yelled at Ding Hao again.

The little voice was soft and crisp, and its child-like voice touched him. Ding Hao had a strong impulse to hold him in his arms.

What a harmless little baby!

Ding Hao hesitated. It was too strange. Was this kitten a ferocious monster? The next moment, would its pink little mouth change into a huge b.l.o.o.d.y mouth and swallow him in?

“Miaow, miaow…” The little guy was powerlessly yelling at Ding Hao. He stumbled and climbed over. He missed his footing and fell off the stone table.

Ding Hao instinctively reached out his hand and caught the little guy.

There was a sense of indescribable soft and slightly hot in his palms as if he was touching the delicate skin of the most beautiful woman in the world. Ding Hao only hesitated for less than 0.01 seconds before holding this little guy in his arms.

“Miaow…” The little kitten was like a white s...o...b..ll. He cried with his child-like voice and licked Ding Hao’s palm with his pink small tongue.

“Shoot! I can’t stand it! He’s too cute! This little guy is really a lovely thing!”

Ding Hao felt that his heart was melted.

The little guy was so cute. His any action will make people love. Although Ding Hao did not know where it came from, his intuition showed that this little thing had no threat to him.

Ding Hao carefully searched the entire cave and did not find the mother cat or something else. Finally, in the spirit of fearless death, he kept this little cute cat who seemed to be starved to death at any time.

“d.a.m.n it! How can I watch the little guy starved to death in the cave?”

Ding Hao found a reason to persuade himself to adopt this little guy.

In his mind, there was still no response from the Saber Master and the Sword Master no matter how hard he concentrated. Ding Hao had to stop searching the cave. He spent all night here and it was time to return.

He arrived at the entrance of the cave and put the little cat in his arms. He ran his body movements, constantly climbing up with the help of the protruding rock edges and corners.

His strength increased greatly, so the Astral Wind and fog in this depth no longer proved a problem.

Ding Hao returned to the ground after less than 15 minutes.

At this time, the sky turned bright in the east; the white light wrapped around the mountains; the white mist like a piece of beautiful gauze wrapped around the mountains. The place brimmed with vigor.

Ding Hao exhaled a sigh of foul air. He moved fast, sweeping through the miasma and over the poisonous swamps. Soon, he ran out of the dump area.

“Meow…” Ding Hao heard the mew of the little cat. The feline squirmed for a while and stretched his head out of his s.h.i.+rt. He curiously observed the world with crystal clear eyes.

“The little cute cat is so small. I can only feed him milk. It seems I must find a lactating female cat in the slum area for him.” Ding Hao took the cat out of his arms and held it in his hand. He smiled and said, “h.e.l.lo, little guy, I wonder what your gender is.”

“Meow, meow!” The cute cat seemed to understand Ding Hao’s words. He screamed angrily and shamefully tightened his hind legs like a human being.

“My! My! Are you a demon? But you’re so like a human being!”

The cat’s actions aroused Ding Hao’s interest. Ding Hao deliberately extended his fingers and fiddled with the cute cat’s hind legs. He smiled and said, “Don’t be shy, come on! Let me check your gender.”

“Meow!”

“Ouch! Are you a dog?”

The little cute cat fought back and gripped Ding Hao’s finger.

While they talked, Ding Hao came to the fenced courtyard where he used to live, but heard someone practicing inside. He turned and looked over. He saw more than 20 children, most who were eight or nine years old, stood in a square array practicing Martial Arts in this “Invincible Martial Arts Academy”.

They were all slum children who wore tattered clothes. Each boy and girl looked very serious, standing on the wooden stakes with horse stance and punching and yelling. Sweat flowed down their faces.

A wretched old man stood by and shouted loudly.

“Do you feel that your back and legs are sore? Do you feel that your chest is hot? Do you feel that you won’t persist? Do you want to give up?”

Under the morning light, the wretched old man yelled loudly.

“No matter what kind of pain you suffer, you must insist! If you want to leave this dirty slum, just like Ding Hao, the genius of Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect, you must work 100 times harder than him! Remember, you are pariahs! You are humble! You don’t have a rich family! If you want to change your own destiny, you have to practice harder! Now I ask you, can you stick to it?”

“Yes!”

“I want to become a disciple of Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect, just like brother Ding Hao!”

“I want to get out of the slums!”

“I want my mom and dad not to work so hard!”

The tender voice floated in the morning breeze. Although the children’s legs trembled and looked painful, they persisted. Some of them bit their lips until they bled. They stood on the wooden stakes in the horse stance, punching and yelling fanatically.

Ding Hao stopped outside the fenced courtyard.

Somehow, he felt touched.

Maybe it was because he himself used to be one of them, living in the dirty and slum area. Or maybe it was the bitter memory of this place. Therefore, he especially understood these children and how eagerly they yearned to leave. Their squeaky, adolescent shouts rekindled Ding Hao.