I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as an ancient spirit cat. I thought I'd hit the jackpot.
Snow-white fur, glassy eyes, and the whole sect treated me like royalty.
Then a voice rang out in my head:
“Esteemed Villain System bound. Host must complete the first mission within three days: mock the male lead once.”
I looked down at my furry little paws.
Mock him? I can't even speak human language!
“Meow, ”
Gu Maoning, the legendary cold-faced male lead, picked me up and rubbed my head.
“Tuantuan is such a good kitty. Are you hungry?”
Me: “...”
System mission failed. Punishment: lose one strand of fur.
At first, I didn't care. It was only one strand.
Until the System started making me cause trouble, insult the male lead, and provoke the entire sect every single day...
One strand became a handful, and a handful became a tuft.
Finally, one day, I looked in the mirror.
The top of my head was so shiny it could pass for the moon.
The whole sect stared at me in horror.
“The ancient spirit cat... is bald?!”
Only the male lead, Gu Maoning, quietly gathered every strand of fur I'd shed, stayed up all night weaving them into a scarf, and wore it for three hundred years.
Everyone in the cultivation world knew that the senior disciple of Qingxu Sect had a strange obsession: he loved a cat-fur scarf more than any magical artifact.
Only I knew it was the proof he'd spent three hundred years collecting for me, from bald to not bald.
