The Bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Spirit Cat

Unfortunately, Jiang Che's knowledge was limited. After fumbling around Su Mianmian for a while, he ultimately found nothing.

Ahem, absolutely not taking advantage of her!

"Mianmian, just focus on cultivating without worry. This might very well be an opportunity for you. If you feel like the spiritual energy isn’t enough... you can go practice in the spirit field..."

Jiang Che might not understand, but he could always pretend!

"I suspect you have the legendary Holy Fire Meow Meow bloodline..."

Su Mianmian: "......"

I may not know much, but don’t you dare trick me!

Though Su Mianmian thought Jiang Che was joking, when it came to cultivation... he was undeniably more authoritative than her.

"Oh, then I’ll work hard on my cultivation."

"Mianmian, you’re misunderstanding. How about I guide you in your cultivation? It’ll be much faster that way."

After hearing Jiang Che’s words, Su Mianmian’s face flushed red all the way to her neck.

Did she not know what he meant by "cultivation"? Was that even proper cultivation? I’m too embarrassed to call you out!

Late at night, Su Mianmian’s cultivation broke through!

The two had just finished an intense "sparring" session when, in the next second, a milky-white glow enveloped Su Mianmian’s entire body.

Immediately after, her body shrank rapidly, reverting back to a small, snow-white Ragdoll cat.

However, Su Mianmian’s current form was far more agile than before. Her fur was incredibly smooth, and her tail had grown longer and fluffier—almost as if she wasn’t a purebred Ragdoll anymore.

"Meow meow meow~~~" Su Mianmian’s cries carried a hint of pain.

Then, in the next moment... another tail seemed to sprout from behind her???

Jiang Che was stunned.

Are you sure this is a Ragdoll cat?

Why does it feel like Su Mianmian is evolving into a nine-tailed fox?

Is my Jiang Che’s genetics really that overpowered? Turning a cat into a fox?

This is way too absurd!

Or... was Su Mianmian’s original form actually a fox all along?

"Meow meow meow!!!" Little Huang Doufen, who had been sitting nearby munching on biscuits, was utterly shocked when she saw Su Mianmian grow another tail.

Instinctively, she reached behind to touch her own tiny tail and counted... just one.

We’re both cats, so how come you get two tails???

Huang Doufen’s not-so-bright little brain was filled with confusion.

"Jiang Che... what’s happening to me?" Su Mianmian was equally bewildered. Why did she have another tail now?

Jiang Che: "......"

You’re asking me? Who should I ask?

Oh right, I almost forgot about the Book of Mathematics and Physics again.

Since obtaining the Book of Mathematics and Physics, Jiang Che rarely used this skill—it was too niche. As just a fragment of its full power, it couldn’t achieve true omniscience. At best, it could only answer some unsolved mysteries in the fields of mathematics and physics.

For a research fanatic, it would be a treasure, but Jiang Che wasn’t into that.

[Descendant of the Nine-Tailed Spirit Cat bloodline. Each breakthrough through nirvana grants an additional tail, an extra life, and a significant leap in cultivation. Possesses fragmented ancestral memories and can awaken corresponding abilities through continuous breakthroughs.]

Huh?

The Book of Mathematics and Physics actually worked this time? It really gave an answer!

The book was usually only reliable for math and physics—asking it about humanities or other topics was like trying to cheat on an exam with a homework app. Getting a useful answer was pure luck.

Not a nine-tailed fox, but a Nine-Tailed Spirit Cat?

That’s ridiculous, but it does sound pretty badass.

"Ahem! Mianmian, actually, I was just teasing you earlier. You’re not some Holy Fire Meow Meow bloodline—you’re a Nine-Tailed Spirit Cat. Each nirvana breakthrough will greatly enhance your strength and grant you an extra life."

"Nine-Tailed Spirit Cat?" Su Mianmian tilted her head, her heterochromatic eyes filled with confusion. Even in human form, two snow-white tails remained behind her.

"Exactly, the Nine-Tailed Spirit Cat. Once fully cultivated, you’ll grow nine tails and have nine lives."

To be honest, Jiang Che was itching with excitement. After all, this was a Nine-Tailed Spirit Cat you could raise from scratch—once fully evolved, she could probably strut around the heavens without a care.

No man could resist the joy of raising a top-tier companion!

"Of course, sweetheart... those nine lives aren’t that important because... you’ll always have me!"

Jiang Che grinned as he stroked Su Mianmian’s two fluffy tails—soft, fragrant, and completely odor-free.

Back in the day, Jiang Che had been curious about catgirls—where exactly were their tails attached? Surely not some mortise-and-tenon joint?

But Su Mianmian and Huang Doufen had thoroughly answered that question for him.

Just like humans, it was an extension of the third-to-last tailbone—completely natural and not at all awkward.

Even with two tails now, Su Mianmian’s stunning beauty remained undiminished.

"Don’t... don’t touch my tail!" Su Mianmian’s face instantly turned crimson.

"We’re practically an old married couple now—what’s wrong with petting your tail?" Jiang Che’s face was thick as a brick.

"Mianmian, punch me."

"You... you pervert! Now you’re into weird play?" Su Mianmian’s eyes widened—who knew Jiang Che was a masochist?

Jiang Che: "......"

"What are you thinking? I just want you to punch me so I can gauge your strength. What’s going on in that little head of yours all day?"

He flicked her forehead lightly.

"You..." Su Mianmian rubbed her forehead, grumbling internally.

...

Su Mianmian threw a punch, landing squarely on Jiang Che’s chest.

The force behind it was staggering—nothing like what a girl should be capable of.

"Wow, wow, wow, so you’re trying to murder your husband now?" Jiang Che shot her a glance. Damn, this girl really went all out—that punch would’ve flattened an average grandmaster.

But Jiang Che was already a Skybreaker-level expert—no way she could even scratch him.

"Hmph, don’t act like I don’t know your strength. Quit pretending..." Su Mianmian waved her dainty fist, as if ready to throw another punch.

"Alright, enough fooling around. It’s past midnight—don’t disturb the other girls."

"We’re already disturbed 5."

A chorus of resentful voices came from the bedroom door—Ye Mengyao and the others had long since been woken up.

Such was life in the Jiang household. The chosen girl only needed to freshen up, but the others had much more to endure.