I quickly asked Cheng Xinghe to elaborate on what this thing looked like.

Cheng Xinghe perked up and said, "It's time to show my true skills!"

He then opened a mobile phone drawing app and operated it with great fervor. I leaned in for a closer look and realized that he indeed had skill, though his drawings were more abstract than Picasso's. He was truly a soulful artist.

Upon closer inspection, this creature had several tails. If he had drawn it correctly, there should be eight!

I asked Cheng Xinghe to take a closer look and tell me if this creature had short or long ears.

Cheng Xinghe gave me a stare and told me to examine his drawing carefully. His depiction was so vivid, and the ears were short.

That was it... Damn, I couldn't believe I had come across such a thing!

This must be the legendary Eight-tailed Cat!

No wonder it couldn't be seen in its true form like Xiaojinhua and Hui Baicang. It was a spiritual cat!

When Cheng Xinghe heard this, he slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "That's why it looked so familiar! It's the Cat Immortal!"

The Eight-tailed Cat was indeed also known as the Cat Immortal because it was not an ordinary spirit. It was practicing xianxiu (a type of mystical cultivation in Chinese mythology).

Some people might find it conceivable for humans to practice xianxiu, but the idea of animals doing so might seem a bit far-fetched. However, according to legends, the Buddha once said that any creature with seven orifices could practice xianxiu, and cats were no exception.

This particular cat underwent eleven tribulations every hundred years. If it survived these tribulations, it would gain an additional tail. This process would continue until it had nine tails, signifying that it had achieved immortality.

The Eight-tailed Cat was a spiritual cat that had been cultivating for eight hundred years.

This cultivation was extremely difficult, so the Eight-tailed Cat existed only in legends, and no one had ever seen it before.

If the Eight-tailed Cat were to die at this moment, all its eight hundred years of cultivation would be in vain!

Why would it risk its life to protect Professor Luo when they had never met before?

Professor Luo listened intently and suddenly seemed to recall something. He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Master, I think I know why it's protecting me!"

It turned out that Professor Luo's grandfather had told him about their ancestors, who were woodcutters. One day, their great-grandfather was cutting wood in the mountains when a flash flood struck. As he hurriedly made his way down the mountain, he saw an animal with its hind leg caught in a hunter's trap, struggling and unable to move. When it saw the group of people approaching, it immediately stood up on its front legs and bowed to them, as if begging for help.

The other woodcutters ignored the animal and continued on their way, but their great-grandfather felt compassion for it. The flash flood was approaching quickly, and if the animal couldn't free itself, it would surely drown. So he knelt down and began to undo the trap.

However, the flood waters were coming quickly, and undoing the trap meant sacrificing his own chance of survival. His companions scolded him for being foolish and left him to his own devices. But he persevered and eventually freed the animal, cradling it in his arms.

Just as he had freed it, the flood waters came rushing down. Their great-grandfather had expected to perish with the animal in his arms, but to his surprise, he felt as if he had been pulled by someone and found himself flying through the air, landing on a tree that the flood waters couldn't reach.

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Then he heard a voice ask him, "You have saved my life. What do you want in return?"

Feeling as if he were in a dream, he involuntarily replied, "I have no other desires. I just want my descendants to live peacefully and safely."

When he came to his senses again, the flood had subsided, and he climbed down from the tree and made his way home. He saw the families of his companions crying because those who had run faster had all been drowned by the flood.

It was then that he realized that the animal had disappeared at some point. He told his family about his encounter, but they didn't believe him and laughed it off as a tall tale for over a hundred years.

Looking at me, Professor Luo said, "To tell you the truth, although our ancestors were all poor, they all lived to a ripe old age and enjoyed peaceful homes. Could it be that... it has really been guarding our family all these years just because of that one promise?"

Certainly, the most famous thing about the eight-tailed cat is its promise-keeping.

At the same time, it's also because the people of the Luo family have done good deeds and accumulated virtue. For example, Professor Luo has a bright aura of merit, otherwise, the eight-tailed cat couldn't have protected him for so long.

I suddenly remembered my ancestor who encountered Mr. Li, the divine fortune-teller, while chopping wood, and obtained the land of the Big Belly Beauty. It seems that the profession of chopping wood is really good. The probability of encountering miraculous adventures is much greater than sitting in an office building.

When Professor Luo heard this, his eyes turned red, and he bowed in the direction where Cheng Xinghe was speaking. "Thank you, Cat Deity, for risking your life to save me. You have been fighting for so long just for this promise. I really feel sorry and guilty!"

"Don't be sad," suddenly, a shrill voice came from the empty room: "This is my last tribulation. Whether I succeed or not, it's all fate."

The voice was indeed very...special, it really sounded like a cat speaking human words!

But the voice was indeed weak and feeble, just like a dying person's last words.

I felt compassionate. Even humans have a hard time keeping their promises, let alone cats! No wonder Hui Baicang said that animals are more trustworthy than humans.

Hui Baicang...Xiao Jinhua...I suddenly had an idea and quickly asked Cheng Xinghe to hold my hand. I wanted to touch that creature.

Cheng Xinghe pursed his lips and said, "Why are you so unsophisticated? It's almost dying, and you still have this mood, like those aunties who take photos everywhere they go."

Despite his words, he still held my hand and placed it on something.

Strangely, even though I couldn't see anything, I could really touch something. It was furry and smooth to the touch, very comfortable.

At first, that thing was very repulsed by me, but because it was too weak to struggle, it seemed to have resigned itself to its fate.

I followed the fur and touched its mouth. I made a decision on the spot and cut my hand, dripping blood into it.

The scene was very bizarre - the blood dripped down but did not fall to the ground, it disappeared into thin air.

Cheng Xinghe finally remembered, "The pearl of the dragon can prolong the life of a spiritual creature!"

Last time, I saved Xiao Jinhua this way, so let's try it again this time!

Professor Luo became nervous and asked me if I really had a way to save it.

I couldn't guarantee it, but Cheng Xinghe spoke up: "The number one healer in the country is really making a difference! That thing is getting more energetic!"

I heaved a sigh of relief and lifted my hand - the fingers are connected to the heart, it really hurts, but when I looked at the wound, there was no trace of blood - it had been completely absorbed by the eight-tailed cat.

Professor Luo couldn't see it, but he became happy like a child who didn't know what to do with himself. "That's great...that's great...I really feel bad about letting someone else use their life to save mine!"

The eight-tailed cat has so many years of cultivation. As long as its life is prolonged, it will naturally find a way to recover on its own, and I can rest assured.

I asked the eight-tailed cat if it had any clues about the ghost made of corpse oil. Time was running out, and I needed to save Professor Luo's life on its behalf.

"I don't know," the shrill voice said. "The other party's methods are very clever, and I can't see his origins at all. You must be careful when saving people - I was injured by the owner of that thing."

That's what I thought. Although the ghost made of oil from fourteen people is powerful, the eight-tailed cat is definitely not afraid of it. How could it have been harmed so badly by a little ghost? It turns out that the master behind the ghost is so powerful.

Using such cruel methods to harm people is naturally not a good deed. I will come and deal with it, doing good deeds on behalf of heaven - maybe my merit will go up in no time.

Just at this moment, the Seven-Star Dragon Spring suddenly trembled again - there was something behind me!

At the same time, Cheng Xinghe suddenly pulled me and whispered, "That child is here again...on your right side, as if trying to climb onto your shoulder."

Finally, it came again, and it wouldn't be so easy to let it go this time.

"It's strange," Cheng Xinghe furrowed his brows and said, "I feel like this thing is a little different from when it left. I don't know where, but it seems to have changed."

What does he mean? Did it go back to upgrade or something?

Before I could figure it out, Cheng Xinghe said loudly, "No...this child is not right. It's a new little ghost, much more powerful than the previous one!"