I Transmigrated to the Cultivation Realm, and My Cat Is the Sign-In System

As the sun sank in the west, three young men dressed in gray outer sect robes surrounded a thin figure on a herb-gathering path behind the Tianxuan Sect.

"Mo Fei, where are your spirit stones for this month? Hand them over!"

Their leader was Wang Hu, a broad, burly man. He grabbed Mo Fei by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

Mo Fei's chest tightened, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The man beside Wang Hu snickered and reached into Mo Fei's clothes. In a couple of quick moves, he pulled out two low-grade spirit stones and weighed them in his palm.

"Just these two? A good-for-nothing like you can't even grow a few decent spirit herbs."

The moment his spirit stones were stolen, a flash of red rose in Mo Fei's eyes, but he forced it down and said quietly, "That's my monthly stipend. If you take it, how am I supposed to get by this month?"

"Get by? You're just a servant disciple, with a spirit root as mixed up as a sieve. You could cultivate your whole life and still be useless. You might as well pay your respects to us, and you won't get beaten as often."

After speaking, Wang Hu shoved him hard. Mo Fei stumbled backward, his lower back striking a stone ledge. He sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.

The black cat in his arms jolted and nearly slipped out.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.