Chapter 14: Revenge
The cat spokeâŠ
The cat actually spoke?!
This was probably the strangest thing I had encountered since arriving in this world.
In the clinicâs main hall, the lamplight flickered, casting shifting shadows on the black catâs face. My expression mirrored the uncertainty.
I cautiously circled the clinic, checking the back courtyard for people and the dark street outside, then returned to the little black cat perched on the counter: âJust now, I mean, just nowâwere you talking?â
The cat stared motionlessly, silent.
But I was certainâit was this little black cat that spoke!
Could the cat-hiring ritual have triggered some mystical effect?
âWhy arenât you talking now?â I eyed the cat curiously. âCan you say something else? I need to confirm whatâs going on.â
The cat, neck stiff, looked serious and made no sound.
I thought for a moment: âSay something, and Iâll save up to buy you buns.â
The cat: ââŠâ
I tried: âIâll buy dried fish.â
The cat: ââŠâ
I took a deep breath: âToday, Consort Yunâs white cat mustâve beaten you pretty badly, huh?â
The cat stiffened its neck: âIt didnât get off easy either!â
I gave a half-smile. The cat shrank back instinctively.
I asked: âWhy didnât you speak earlier?â
The cat paused: âI didnât expect I could suddenly talk.â
I laughed and groaned.
So, the cat had answered me in its mind, accidentally speaking aloud. All this time, it had been responding to meâI just couldnât hear it.
I said: âIn the hiring contract, I named you âDark Cloud.â Did you know?â
Dark Cloud scoffed: âSounds awful!â
I changed the subject: âWhen did you gain sentience?â
I liked cats and knew about them. Most cats werenât smartâoften quite silly.
But Dark Cloud, even before speaking, clearly had sentience. It understood human speech and could respondâsomething many humans couldnât manage.
Dark Cloud answered: âWhen did I gain sentience? Iâve always been like this.â
âSince birth?â
âSince birth.â
I pondered: âCan you open your mouth so I can see inside?â
Dark Cloud stepped back, its sharp claws extending slightly: âWhy?â
I sighed: âDonât be so stubborn. Letâs trust each other a bit!â
Dark Cloud thought: ââŠFine.â
âCome to the lamp. Open your mouth⊠ah.â
Dark Cloud reluctantly opened its mouth: âAhâŠâ
I peered inside, muttering: âOne, two, three, four⊠ten ridges?â
An ancient cat enthusiastâs guide once noted: When hiring a cat, check its mouth. The upper palate has shallow ridges. Two ridges mean a silly cat, eating and sleeping dumbly; nine ridges are ideal, human-like, adept at catching rats and guarding homes.
Nine ridges made the best cat, but Dark Cloud had ten.
By the oil-slag lamp, Dark Cloud, mouth open, growled: âDone yet?â
âAll done,â I mused. Could ten ridges be what made Dark Cloud special?
âTired,â Dark Cloud said, lying down naturally, its head resting warmly in my palm.
But it quickly reconsideredâhow could noble me lie in someoneâs hand?
Get up?
Nah, Iâll stay a bit longer.
âWait, donât sleep yet,â I said. âI havenât given you the bead. Letâs see if itâll repel you again. Get up and try.â
Dark Cloud sprang up, sleepiness gone: âI almost forgot I came for the bead⊠Give it to me, quick, quick, quick!â
I handed over the crystal bead. This time, it didnât resist Dark Cloud.
The jet-black cat slurped it down and darted out through the door crack, leaving me stunned.
Just like that?!
Then, I felt a warm current from the direction Dark Cloud fled.
It was like magma from deep within the earthâs veins, hot and scalding, or an August downpour, vast and powerful.
It entered my body through my forehead, soothing my limbs and bones, settling slowly in my chest.
I stood, dazed. This was a power Iâd never felt.
Unlike the icy currentâs wild ferocity, this molten flow moved slowly.
And while I couldnât control the icy current, this molten flow stirred slightly at my will.
When I guided it from my dantian through my blood, the areas it passed felt soothed, like soaking in a hot spring during the depths of winter.
In Qingshan Mental Hospitalâs midnight, Iâd thought my life held no more regrets.
I stopped planning, stopped dreaming of the future. Foodâs taste, clothesâ lookânone of it mattered much.
Now, I truly felt this mysterious new world, immersed in it.
And I was no longer aloneâI had a cat.
âŠ
âŠ
In the night, Luocheng slept.
After the turmoil at Consort Jingâs Evening Star Courtyard, Prince Jingâs Mansion had returned to calm. The Prince had been absent for over ten days, reportedly due to escalating tensions with the Jing Dynasty. Their northern cavalry had reached Shanhai Pass, threatening the city.
Stationed in Luocheng, the hub of the southern Grand Canal, Prince Jing was procuring vast military supplies to send north via the canal.
Under moonlight, a small black cat moved silently along the eaves, its steps light. Surging power coursed through it. After swallowing the crystal bead, Dark Cloudâs muscles rapidly restructured and grew, gaining a full catâs worth of strength!
As it leapt onto Jingâan Hallâs eaves, anyone looking up mightâve seen it overlap with the crescent moon, as if standing on its hook.
A mansion guard sensed something, turning sharply, his armor clinking. His hawk-like gaze scanned Jingâan Hallâs glazed roof, but nothing was there.
He hesitated, then climbed the eaves, gripping his halberd upside down, chasing the suspected direction.
The next moment, he leapt down, a massive shadow like a night owl, imposing.
He patrolled, then crouched, checking the ground for fresh prints by moonlight, finding nothing.
âStrange, am I imagining things?â The guard left slowly.
Long after, Dark Cloud, curled in a shadow-blended ball at the wallâs base, unfurled and continued deeper into the mansion.
It passed Mingzheng Hall, Evening Star Courtyard, evading patrolling guards and night watchmen, crossing mountains and thorns, arriving at Consort Yunâs Flying Cloud Courtyard.
Dark Cloud hooked its claws into a wooden pillar, climbing determinedly to the second-floor cloister. The window was open. It stealthily peered inside from the sill.
Inside, the white cat opened its eyes, staring straight at Dark Cloud!
Dark Cloud: âPfft!â
It turned and fled.
The white lion cat leapt out the window, chasing Dark Cloud to the back garden. It was puzzledâthis defeated foe⊠so cowardly yet so bold?
The white cat pursued through a rocky garden and a grassy patch, finally losing Dark Cloudâs trail at the mansionâs famous Flying White Pond.
The Flying White Pond, named for its calligraphic resemblance, had rocky outcrops in shallow water, with intermittent streams like dry brushstrokes, evoking a transcendent aesthetic.
The pond, Thunder-Listening Pavilion, and National Garden were beloved by Luochengâs literati.
The white cat sniffed the air, stunned to find the scent came from behind!
In an instant, its fur bristled. Before it could turn, a black cat pounced, knocking it over.
The white cat couldnât fathom how, in mere hours, this underdog had turned the tables, its small body now stronger than its own.
As they clashed, Dark Cloud seized an opening, pinning the white cat and pummeling its head with fisted paws, a ferocious barrage!
I didnât know Dark Cloudâs pride was backed by skill. Its combat instincts surpassed its peers, with sharper battle intuition.
Even with equal strength, the white cat could only take the beating.
It whimpered for mercy, but Dark Cloud ignored it. How many beatings had it endured? Every time Consort Yun visited Evening Star Courtyard, it got thrashed.
Revenge was now!
Dark Cloud flipped the white cat, baring a claw and striking its groin with a fierce flick!
It let out a long breath, one paw on its old rival, gazing at the moon, brimming with triumph.
But it still wasnât satisfiedâŠ
It sneaked back to Flying Cloud Courtyard, licking every pastry in the servantsâ side room before leaving, content.
In the clinicâs main hall, I was reading when Dark Cloud strutted back elegantly. I asked curiously: âWhereâd you go?â
Dark Cloud raised its head: âTriumphant return!â
I: ââŠâ
Pretty proud, huh.
I closed the book: âWent to beat up that white cat?â
âKnows me wellâgave it a fierce thrashing!â Dark Cloudâs head rose higher.
âAnyone spot you?â
âNope.â
âDid you kill it?â
Dark Cloud hesitated: ââŠNo.â
I looked disappointed.
Dark Cloud added quickly: âBut I licked all the pastries in Flying Cloud Courtyard!â
I nodded: âThatâs decent.â
âHeh heh heh.â
âHeh heh heh.â
As we spoke, rustling came from the back courtyard. I turned to see Liu Quxing, in a padded jacket, peeking into the hall: âChen Ji, I heard you talking. Whoâre you talking to?â
I paused: âJust talking to myself. What else did you hear, Brother Liu?â
Liu Quxing frowned: âCat meows. Seems like a stray got into our courtyard. Did you see it?â
By then, Dark Cloudâs shadow was gone from the counter.