I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 110 - 80 Galloping Immortal Disciple

Xu Qing did not know how long he had slept. When he finally woke up, he felt something outside the coffin calling to him.

The sensation was very mysterious, like a corpse being imbued with a breath of yang energy by a living person, or a long-entombed zombie breathing in a pure gulp of moonlight yin qi after having the coffin lid lifted.

In short, Xu Qing felt a strong, instinctual urge to spring back to life.

After some groping in the cool ghost-faced soil, he reached out and unlocked all twelve latches inside the coffin, then casually pushed the coffin lid.

The next moment, the heavy coffin board seemed as light as a bamboo slat, flying out with a crash and slamming against the wall of the side room.

Under the massive impact, the thick coffin board instantly shattered into pieces, even causing the iron lining inside to fall away.

Dust flew within the room, revealing a ghost-faced ’sand painting’ embedded in the soil packed inside the coffin.

Had an ordinary person seen this, they would likely have been frightened sick.

After all, everyone knows coffins are buried in the earth, but rarely do they see a coffin filled with earth!

Let alone one with a ghost-faced image in the soil.

Xu Qing straightened and sat up, his fair skin breaking through the ghost face like a sprouting bean, emerging from the soil.

He shook his head to clear the dust from his hair, the long-lost daylight falling on him like crystalline snow.

The wandering corpses could determine their zombie level by sunlight, and Xu Qing eagerly surveyed his surroundings for a spot where sunlight shone.

When his gaze fell on the doorway, he suddenly froze.

There, perched on the left doorstop, was an inky black cat.

Sunlight poured through the doorway, dancing with floating motes of dust.

Xu Qing stared at the colorful cat bathed in light, feeling a wave of curiosity.

The last time he broke through to an Iron Armored Corpse in the funeral shop, he had just lifted the coffin lid and saw a giant gray rat stealing his uneaten sashimi.

Now, having just broken through to a Silver Armored Corpse, he emerged only to find a big black cat sitting at his doorway, staring at him.

Mouse, then cat—what could this mean?

Xu Qing stood up, shaking off the dust. The cat at the threshold tilted its head, seemingly satisfied to see the corpse-like person rise from the coffin, and meowed contentedly:

"You are quite good. Of all the corpses I’ve woken, you are the cleverest."

The voice of the black feral cat was delicate and child-like, unidentifiable as male or female, seeming like the clear voice of a child who hadn’t hit puberty.

Was he possessed?

If not for the clear articulation, Xu Qing might have thought the ghost-faced soil had gotten into his ears, causing him to hallucinate.

A talking cat—neither demon nor ghost!

Xu Qing’s senses heightened in alert, and without knowing it, the vajra claw tiger was already in his hand. Meanwhile, he noticed the haphazard scratches on the coffin lid.

The cat evidently hadn’t just appeared today.

He turned his gaze back to the doorway.

The cat seemed weightless, lightly leaping down from the doorstop. It then lifted its proud chin, stepping elegantly as if a creator god surveying its crafted work.

Despite its small size, it gave Xu Qing the same impression of a king descending from his throne.

"You say you woke me up?"

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes, suddenly realizing why he had felt an urgent desire to ’spring back to life’ after his retreat.

So, it was this cat’s doing!

Thinking quickly, Xu Qing recalled a taboo in the funeral trade.

This taboo was noted in Corpse Talk and known by even new beginners in the trade.

After someone dies and is laid to rest, cats and mice must be kept away.

Mice gnaw on corpses, while cats...

Cats communicate between the living and the dead, easily possessing dead bodies to return to the living world using the corpse’s form.

When Xu Qing had been attacked by walking corpses manipulated by a corpse driver from the same trade, one of them was a cat-faced corpse formed by a wild cat’s spirit.

Cat-faced corpses differ from regular zombies, having emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, and surprise, as well as independent thought.

This was why the cat-faced corpse had shown fear when facing him back then.

Now, hearing the black cat claim it had woken him up, Xu Qing instinctively thought it wanted to possess his body.

The black cat seemed unaware of Xu Qing’s cold gaze as it curiously circled him.

After making a circle, it casually jumped onto the coffin, sitting on the narrow edge.

"Of course, I woke you up. Two months ago at Baima Temple, you called to me, wanting to be my Galloping Immortal Disciple. Naturally, I paid special attention to you."

"But you were so lazy—I called to you for two whole months before you finally woke up."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing’s grip on the vajra claw tiger tightened and then relaxed, his gaze flickering.

"Baima Temple? When did I ever call to you at Baima Temple?"

"You don’t seem very smart!"

The black cat scrutinized Xu Qing, its pitch-black face showing some confusion.

"At the temple fair, watching Galloping Immortal Disciples of the Gray Immortal Hall play on the street, you said yourself you wanted to find a cat. Now I’ve come, and as my Galloping Immortal Disciple, you shouldn’t be so dull-witted."

The black cat jumped off the coffin again and walked to the doorway, looking back.

"What are you standing there for? As per the Gray Immortal Hall’s ritual for inviting immortals, you should present incense and offerings to show your reverence to this immortal."

Reverence, who reveres whom?

Xu Qing laughed.

After waking up, being browbeaten by a feral cat boasting with arrogance, with the attitude of wanting to be his master?