This kind of situation is actually a natural defect of ghosts.

The ones who can turn into ghosts usually died with unresolved obsessions, or had such extreme emotions tugging at them that their soul didn't disperse after death.

Some will dissipate once their obsession is fulfilled, while others persist purely out of malice.

After all, among all intense emotions, malice is the easiest to appear and the easiest for ghosts to cling to.

A vengeful fierce ghost, choking on a mouthful of hate, can barely disperse if they don't get their revenge.

But even so, in the last twenty or thirty years, especially the past decade, the spiritual qi resurgence has sped up.

The Taoist priests from the Three Mountains and Five Ridges, all those people with inherited traditions, their progress has started to become downright terrifying.

Even martial artists can now train their yang energy to burn like fire. The more domineering ones don't even need to make a move—just getting close to a regular ghost can purify them on the spot.

By now, a lot of ghosts have started acting much more mellow.

If you talk about arrogance, even the Pain Demon Lord when he first descended didn't understand much about the Divine Land—compared to today's guy, he doesn't hold a candle.

This guy here, you could say, knows for a fact what he's doing will definitely attract heavy-handed retaliation, piss off a bunch of people to death, and still goes for it—hell, he even dares to do it in broad daylight.

Cai Qidong can honestly say, in the past twenty or thirty years, he's never seen another one so ballsy.

After King Guilong woke up, the most he did was plan to build a temple and slowly regain his strength. He's got a bit of a temper, kind of rebellious, but you can't call him reckless.

Even Lord Zhu, who's got an even hotter temper, made sure to check some books after waking up, just to figure out what dynasty it is and what the general situation's like.

Only this guy right now, really doesn't give a damn about anyone.

If it wasn't that the Scorching Sun Department had way too few people, even adding in the folks from the Three Mountains and Five Ridges, it's still nowhere near enough to handle everything going on across the Divine Land.

If it wasn't for that, where would a tiger demon who doesn't even have a physical body anymore—died twice, for crying out loud—get the nerve to be running wild here?

And he's got the nerve to call himself a lord? If it wasn't for the fact the title's so old, he wouldn't have a chance.

Lucky bastard's in Nanwu County. If he were over by the Huai River, needing to use water to rebuild his body, the first one to crush him would definitely be the Water Monarch.

On the other side, Wen Yan saw that nothing was changing any time soon over here.

So he drove his car, dragged Zhang Xuewen into it. Seeing how scrawny the guy looked, Wen Yan just couldn't keep a certain impulse down inside.

He grabbed some food from the car and started stuffing it into Zhang Xuewen's mouth; seeing the guy looking half-asleep, Wen Yan smacked him awake.

"Wake up. Eat first, then you can sleep."

Zhang Xuewen opened his eyes confused as hell, only to see Wen Yan shoving a pile of food into his hands.

"Your other arm isn't broken, right? Feed yourself, hurry up and eat."

"Uh…"

"What do you mean, uh? Hurry up and eat."

Zhang Xuewen had at least three or four broken bones, but he could still feel he wasn't doing too bad—he didn't even feel that much pain somehow.

Seeing Wen Yan's not-so-friendly eyes—basically looking like if he didn't eat, another few bones might get snapped—he started eating obediently.

Wen Yan watched him eat, checking again and again to make sure.

"You full?"

"I'm full."

"Just put something in your stomach for now. I'll take you to the hospital in a bit, you can have a proper meal there."

"Oh…"

For some reason, facing Wen Yan, Zhang Xuewen just felt scared, didn't even dare talk back. If Wen Yan said eat, he just had to eat.

"Why'd you come over here anyway?"

"My family's got an orchard here. We start picking fruit before dawn in the morning."

"Cut it out. This whole area's dangerous right now. Tell your family not to come, either. And hey, stop looking around—finish your food, don't waste any."

"Oh…"

Wen Yan dropped Zhang Xuewen off at a nearby hospital; after watching him eat two chicken legs, two sets of rice noodles, and finish off a box of milk, he finally left feeling at ease.

Before leaving, he packed up a bunch more food, told Zhang Xuewen to eat if he got hungry today.

Every time Zhang Xuewen wanted to refuse, one look at Wen Yan's eyes and this weird fear crept over him. If he dared refuse, something bad was bound to happen.

Wen Yan left Zhang Xuewen at the hospital, went home, and stared a bit speechless at the Sparrow Cat snoring spread-eagled on the bed.

The second temporary ability for dealing with the Mountain Lord… is it referring to this Sparrow Cat in front of him?

Wen Yan reached out and touched the cat's belly—it'd gotten twice as fat since it first showed up.

Probably can barely get airborne these days, huh?

The Sparrow Cat drowsily sensed something, lifted its head and, seeing it was Wen Yan, closed its eyes again and went right back to sleep.

Sparrow Cat… aside from super strong recovery and the ability to eat and sleep a lot, isn't it pretty normal?

Just a completely harmless little demon—according to the Scorching Sun Department's ratings, its status is about the same as a myna bird.

Apart from its wicked sharp tongue, it's basically like having a pet myna at home.

Danger rating… nah, Sparrow Cat doesn't even qualify for a danger rating. Threat level is lower than a stray large dog without a leash.

This thing really a Mountain Lord's natural enemy?

This is the first time those words—natural enemy—showed up in all the hints given by the Natural Enemy Profession.

Every time those two words appear, it's basically one hundred percent a nemesis match-up.

Wen Yan mulled it over and over, then shook the Sparrow Cat awake.

"Get up. What are you sleeping for? How can you even sleep at a time like this."

The Sparrow Cat was half-asleep, neck all limp as Wen Yan shook him around. The cat barely cracked its eyes, nictitating membranes rolling up nonstop.

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