Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Chapter 1051 Blake's Journey to the Underworld The cat was on the verge of showing Blake its true colors.

But suddenly, Blake spoke up again, "Wait a moment. You can snatch it after I've rested.” The cat remained quiet.

Humans are so shameless. Who would let their opponents rest during a fight? However, the human before it fell asleep.

I've never been more speechless.

However, it truly desired the dried fish.

The ruler of Gray Earth world had given orders not to attack, rob, and harm humans without cause.

They were phantom cats. Humans had ways of distinguishing between good and bad people, but for phantom cats, many of the criteria used to differentiate between good and bad people did not apply to them. No matter how wicked humans were, there would be good aspects to them, and no matter how virtuous humans were, there would be a darker side.

Thus, they had their own set of criteria to differentiate them.

Clearly, this human before it was not evil.

Even if it wanted to "rob" the little dried fish, it could only wait for Blake to wake up.

The cat remained in this state, gritting its teeth, and glared at Blake indignantly.

Blake did not know how much time passed, and when he woke up, he felt refreshed. However, not far away, there was a cat squatting and staring at him intensely.

Blake rolled over and sat up, raising an eyebrow as he said, "Why are you staring at me like that?" The cat infuriated, let out a garbled series of meows, "Meow, meow, meow!" It was not staring at Blake eagerly; it was glaring at him ferociously! Blake did not waste any time on unnecessary talk. He simply beckoned with his hands, saying, "Come on, snatch the dried fish, and it's yours." Blake was relentless, challenging the cat repeatedly and pushing himself to new limits.

Time seemed to lose its meaning as Blake practiced, slept, and practiced again. In this realm, hunger and fatigue were nonexistent.

His speed continued to increase, reaching a point where he could move as fast as the speed of sound.

Initially, he thought that he had been training for around ten days, but he soon lost track of time, completely absorbed in his pursuit of speed. It was only when he instinctively made another lightning-fast move that he realized his progress.

This time, he managed to grab the cat's tail.

"Meow!" The cat exploded in fury.

How dare this foolish human touch its tail! With its anger ignited, the cat turned and charged at Blake once again.

However, Blake now had a state of heightened senses and improved skills. His arm moved like lightning, seizing the back of the cat's neck with a single grasp.

The cat was stunned.

No matter how powerful the cat was, it would find it difficult to resist when it was caught by its neck.

Refusing to accept defeat, the cat twisted its body and attempted to kick Blake's face with its hind legs. Yet, for some reason, its legs were caught and twisted, leaving it to struggle in an awkward posture.

"Stay still," Blake sneered. "Or I'll twist you into a pretzel." At that moment, there was a distinct change in Blake's demeanor.

The cat struggled, unable to understand how its limbs had been immobilized.

It cursed, "Meow!" Blake lowered his gaze, observing the kitten before him. It appeared no different from any other cat in the mortal world, but its untamed nature and aura surpassed any cat Blake had encountered throughout his cultivation.

With its light brown, newborn-kitten-like fur that was fluffy and soft, it appeared deceptively large. However, upon holding it, one would discover its complete puffiness, easily fitting into Blake's hand.

The cat remained motionless, but its mouth did not cease its chatter.

"You're fierce when you're cursing at me, I'll make you shut up!" Blake threatened.

The cat stared back and continued cursing.

Blake pulled out a dried fish and placed it in the cat's mouth.

The cat fell silent.

He really made the cat stop cursing at him.

The cat was stunned.

Blake whispered, "I'l let you go and give you all the dried fish, but don't scratch my face again.” "Otherwise, | won't be able to find a wife when | reach the underworld." The cat gave him a disdainful look, but fortunately, Blake kept his promise, released the cat, and let it perch on his shoulder.

It snorted, considering the human beneath it as a mere ride. Reluctantly accepting its position.

Blake made his way toward the forest of towering trees, which Lilly had referred to as Phantom Forest. After walking for a while, he quickly found the path described by Lilly.

Continuing his journey, he reached a pool of water. Standing at the pool's edge meant reaching the boundary of the underworld.

The cat lay on Blake's shoulder, devouring all the dried fish during the trip, and now rested contentedly.

Suddenly, sensing the presence of the underworld, it raised its head.

Blake asked, "What is it? Can't you go there?" The cat sat up, positioning its butt toward Blake's face.

Blake sighed, removing the cat from his shoulder and placing it on the ground. "Then we shall part ways here." Kneeling down, Blake patted the cat's head. "Until next time." The cat turned its head, emitting a soft meow, and vanished as soon as it turned around.

Blake chuckled to himself and remarked, "Little heartless..." As his words trailed off, he stepped into the underworld without hesitation.

After Blake left, on a massive branch behind him, the cat cautiously revealed half of its head, gazing at Blake's retreating figure with dissatisfaction, mixed with a hint of reluctance in its eyes.

This human gave it a name —Little Heartless.

Ugh, what an unattractive name. However, for the sake of a bag of dried fish, it reluctantly accepted it.

Hoping for his safe return...