The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Chapter 1: Absolute Death

At the southernmost part of the Taixuan Continent, on Mount Yanhuo, which spouted intense flames
from its peak all year round and spanned a radius of 150km...

A stream of light originating from the north streaked past as it shot towards a remote mountain
valley.  Countless bright and dim glimmers of light followed closely behind, like a swarm of angry
hornets. They chased the streak of light without pause, intent on tearing it to shreds! 

"Ugh..."

The worn out flying ship under the man's feet had already reached the end of its life; before he had
even landed, the ship instantly dissolved into fine dust. Mo Tianliao fell hard towards the ground and
quickly curled up into a fetal position so he could roll and soften the impact. As he rolled on the
ground, a new layer of grass and mud was added to his already tattered and torn black robes.

Not a single blade of grass grew on the volcano's peak, but its sides were lush with greenery. The
peaks of the surrounding mountains reached high up into the skies and were shrouded in clouds.
This mountain valley was situated between two tall mountains, so the land here was rather flat and
covered in vibrant green grass. The sole feature here was a short and thick tree, which stood out in
the middle of the flat plains.

Mo Tianliao gasped for breath and moved towards that short tree with difficulty. There was barely
any strength left in his legs, so he used his arms to pull himself up to lean against the tree.

He had been running for 39 days by now. All of the spiritual weapons he carried had been used up
and all of the energy in his body had been spent. He tried to gather up the remaining qi in his
meridians, causing a sharp burst of pain in his dantian as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Mo Tianliao had never looked so wretched ever since he had made a name for himself as a demonic
weapon smith. Thinking back to how he had fallen to this point, he had only been trying to use some unusual materials to forge a weapon, thanks to a burst of inspiration. Who could have expected that
the heavens themselves would react to the forging? The skies had broadcast the creation of a divine
weapon, letting the entire cultivation world know that Lord Duantian was making a weapon that
could destroy the earth. 

"Meow!" A soft call by his chest caught his attention. Following that, a tiny white paw appeared
through a hole in his robes. The owner of the paw wiggled around for a bit before realizing that this
wasn't the collar where it usually peeped out from, but a tiny new hole that had been created today.
In a flash of anger, it made a swipe at the cloth with claws out, widening the hole even further.

Thus, the last spiritual weapon that Lord Duantian carried fell to a cat's claws...

"Milord, that was your master's last piece of clothing, couldn't you have let me die with dignity?" Mo
Tianliao wiped the corner of his mouth and lowered his head helplessly. He watched as the little
white fur ball crept out of the hole it had made and shook its grass-stained paws in disdain.

The fur ball turned out to be a beautiful white kitten. Its fur was as pure as fresh snow, while its eyes
were as bright and clear as glass. 

The kitten crouched on top of Mo Tianliao's chest and observed him silently. Mo Tianliao's handsome
face was now covered in blood. In the eyes of the beautiful little kitten, the average-looking man had
now become even uglier. Thus, the kitten sat up straight and raised a paw, preparing to slap Mo
Tianliao's face.

Mo Tianliao caught hold of that little paw and kissed it, "Xiaozhao, I..."

"Mo Tianliao, you have nowhere else to run!" Before the man and kitten could say their farewells,
those 'hornets' had arrived.