Chapter 6: My Name Is Milk Candy

“What do you mean, ‘become a spirit’? Nonsense!”

“You’re the one who’s become a spirit—your whole family, in fact! This Lord Cat was born able to speak!”

“Oh, so only humans are allowed to talk, but cats aren’t?”

Qin Lang was at a loss for words. It actually made sense—he couldn’t argue back.

But then again, something felt off. If a cat could speak, didn’t that mean it had already become a demon? In other words, the cat before him was a cat demon.

He swallowed nervously, eyeing the creature with growing fear, his feet shuffling backward, ready to bolt should it pounce.

Seeing he still regarded it as a cat demon, the yellow-and-white cat’s anger flared. “Listen carefully, I’ll say it again: I’m not a demon, and certainly not a fiend. I’m a Chaos Sacred Beast!”

“What’s the difference? Aren’t you still a demon?”

The yellow-and-white cat glared at him, exasperated. Was this guy brainless? How could he not know the difference between a demon and a Chaos Sacred Beast?

“Talking to you is exhausting,” it muttered resentfully, shooting him a fierce look. “I really don’t understand why the ‘Chronicle of Yanhuang and the Mountains and Seas’ chose a fool like you.”

Qin Lang was bewildered. What on earth did this fat cat mean? And what exactly was the ‘Chronicle of Yanhuang and the Mountains and Seas’? Could it be something ominous?

But then he thought, he was dirt poor—how could anything shady end up with him?

After calming its indignation, the plump cat declared, “Let me introduce myself, boy. I am Fat White, the spirit of the ‘Chronicle of Yanhuang and the Mountains and Seas’.”

“Fat White?”

Qin Lang eyed the yellow-and-white cat up and down. The name seemed ill-suited. The cat was certainly plump, but its fur was mostly yellow, with only a touch of white.

Sensing Qin Lang’s scrutinizing gaze, Fat White bristled. “What are you staring at? Never seen such a svelte Lord Cat before?”

“I’m not criticizing your figure, just your name. It’s so easy to mock. Why don’t I think of a new one for you?”

“Pah!” Fat White curled its lip in disdain. “If you can come up with a better name, I’ll change it on the spot.”

After all, its name was unique, unmatched in heaven or on earth. If this kid could really do better, pigs might as well fly.

“You said it.”

“Lord Cat’s word is law.”

The corners of Qin Lang’s mouth lifted. “If I name you Milk Candy, what do you think? Isn’t that nicer?”

Fat White’s eyes lit up and, with a swoosh, appeared right in front of him, green eyes gleaming.

Startled by the sudden approach, Qin Lang stumbled back a few steps.

“Not bad, kid. I thought you were illiterate, but you’ve got some education after all. Seems I underestimated you.”

Qin Lang just smiled faintly. Wasn’t this a joke? He hadn’t slogged through nine years of compulsory education for nothing.

If his mind was empty, he’d have wasted all those years.

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After chatting for some time, Qin Lang no longer feared the yellow-and-white cat—now Milk Candy—but remained puzzled.

He gazed up at Milk Candy, who hovered in mid-air. “So, Milk Candy, what exactly is the ‘Chronicle of Yanhuang and the Mountains and Seas’? Why did it choose me?”

Through their conversation, he’d learned he’d become an immortal cultivator. Though only at the second stage of Qi Refinement—a mere fledgling—it was a stroke of fortune for him.

But what he couldn’t understand was why the ‘Chronicle of Yanhuang and the Mountains and Seas’ had chosen him, and even skipped the Body Refinement stage, landing him straight in Qi Refinement.

Floating in the air, Milk Candy replied sincerely, “That’s a good question. Unfortunately, most of my memories are still sealed, so I can’t answer you right now.”

Qin Lang’s face twitched. What nonsense!

His curiosity faded, and his expression collapsed. He’d hoped for answers, but the cat knew nothing.

“Why the long face?” Milk Candy sneered. “Do you even realize? The ‘Chronicle of Yanhuang and the Mountains and Seas’ is a supreme treasure, coveted by all. And you dare act dissatisfied?”

“If this thing is so incredible, why don’t you tell me what makes it so special? I can’t see anything extraordinary about it.”

“If you could, pigs would fly.” Milk Candy curled its lip. “And I’ll remind you once more—most of my memories are sealed. I can’t give you all the answers.”

It wanted to explain, but it simply didn’t have the memories. Everything was sealed away, and to retrieve them, the boy would have to finish cultivating all thirty-two secret arts on the book’s thirty-two pages.

As for Milk Candy’s awakening, it was entirely due to Qin Lang cultivating the ‘Chronicle of Yanhuang and the Mountains and Seas.’ Had he not, Milk Candy would still be in deep slumber.

What was truly odd was that the first secret art, the ‘Five Elements Immortal Formula,’ had automatically begun cultivating inside him—something Milk Candy had never seen before.

“But Milk Candy, aren’t you a spirit? How come you know so little?”

Qin Lang stared gloomily at the floating cat, finding it utterly useless.

He strongly suspected this creature wasn’t a Chaos Sacred Beast at all, but a demon imprisoned within the Chronicle.

He was half right. Milk Candy was indeed sealed within the Chronicle, but it truly was a Chaos Sacred Beast…

“Who said being a spirit means knowing everything?” Milk Candy retorted, lounging in the air.

Qin Lang was speechless again. Not only did this fat cat curse, it could talk back so well you couldn’t win an argument.

Shaking his head helplessly, Qin Lang asked quietly, “Milk Candy, I’m a cultivator now, but no one seems to notice. Is that because of the Chronicle?”

He’d been a cultivator for days, yet in front of others, he was still seen as an ordinary mortal.

This abrupt change made him wonder—if he was already a cultivator, why did he appear no different from before?

He’d also noticed his complexion had brightened, and he felt energized, as if reborn.

Milk Candy shook its head gently. “No, now that you’re a cultivator, you still look like a mortal because you practiced the ‘Five Elements Immortal Formula.’”

“The ‘Five Elements Immortal Formula?’” Qin Lang murmured, perplexed. “Is it really that powerful? How can it conceal my cultivation so thoroughly?”

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