Mo Hua tilted his head back and dodged the Cat Monster’s sharp claws.
While still in the air, the Cat Monster adjusted its position. As soon as it landed, it charged at Mo Hua like an arrow.
Mo Hua’s gaze became focused, and with a hand pressing on the ground, his body lightly flipped in the air and he evaded the Cat Monster below him.
But then, the Cat Monster suddenly disappeared from sight.
Mo Hua’s pupils constricted, and his Divine Sense concentrated; it took another two breaths before he sensed a presence behind him.
Mo Hua turned aside to dodge, but he was still a fraction too slow. A whitish gleam of sharp claws cut through the air, tearing his sleeve and leaving behind a thin trail of blood.
The Cat Monster landed and licked the fresh blood on its claws, its fierce eyes even more intense.
“Seeking death!” Mo Shan shouted angrily, his right hand forming into a gesture as flames flared, ready to crush the Cat Monster to death right then.
“Dad!” Mo Hua urgently called out to stop him, “It’s just a light injury; it’s not serious.”
Mo Shan’s hand, already raised mid-air, shook his head and said, “This creature has tasted human blood. It can’t be left alive.”
“Dad, I’ll only keep it for a month,” Mo Hua insisted.
After all, it was not easy to find young Monster Beasts. Most cultivators encountering Monster Beasts, whether they were young or adult, would kill them on sight.
Some Monster Beasts would even bite their young to death to prevent them from falling into a cultivator’s hands.
Mo Shan frowned for a moment, looking at Mo Hua’s resolute gaze, sighed, and withdrew his hand:
“Fine, keep it for a month.”
Then Mo Shan turned his head, his eyes fixed on the Cat Monster like sharp swords, “However, if this Cat Monster injures you again, I’ll crush it to death.”
Intimidated by Mo Shan’s aura, the Cat Monster curled up in the corner, shaking violently.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:
“Dad, don’t worry, I was just careless just now.”
Then, facing the Cat Monster, Mo Hua said, “Be good this month, accompany me in practicing movement techniques; after one month, I’ll set you free.”
Upon hearing this, Mo Shan couldn’t help but say, “Huar, Monster Beasts can’t understand human speech.”
“What if it does understand?”
“Alright then…” Mo Shan, seeing Mo Hua’s childlike nature, let it be.
“Wear the Rattan Armor and be careful of the Monster Power Talent of the beasts. Also, if within this month this Cat Monster shows any desire for human blood, or any signs of uncontrollable rage, you must kill it sooner,”
Mo Shan further cautioned.
Mo Hua listened attentively, committed it to memory, and nodded continuously.