Cathulhu Online, MUNYA!

Chapter 276 Cat Dad Inherits Family Legacy

Chapter 276 – Cat Dad Inherits Family Legacy

Xiaomao picked up the vial and the orb. He looked at it and brought it closer to Mir.

"What's this, munya?"

Mir was still in shock. She stared at Xiaomao's face.

"You monster, mew!"

"Why? What did I do wrong, munya?!"

"You don't know?! Normally, you can't bring items from your pocket dantian since everything is created from your Qi! But if you Qi can manifest a physical object and make something out of nothingness, your dantian must be special, mew!"

"Duh, ain't I the son of Mao Miaomiao? He's so special, so I must have inherited something from him, munya."

"… You're right. Dammit, your existence is a cheat, mew!"

Mir grabbed the vial and inspected it. She sniffed and stuck her tongue out.

"Oni's blood, mew!"

"Blood? What's it for, munya?"

"You can absorb a trait of an Oni, mew. Oni's stamina and strength are their strongest trait. Some of them are compatible with Chaos Element too, such as Kishin Douji and Wei Yuan… whoops."

Xiaomao grinned as Mew blurt out something important.

Wei Yuan was Mao Miaomiao's wife and Xiaomao's mother in the other life!

"So, my mom was a hotshot before the Great Reset, munya?"

"Meh, I shouldn't have said that. Anyway, don't get too cocky, mew. For now, give me that vial. I'll refine it into a pill for you, so there will be no side effects. As for that ball…"

Mir and Xiaomao looked at the orb. They squinted their brows.

"A freaking memory orb. I'll be damn, mew!"

"…"

"Grab the orb, mew. It's a memory fragment of the clone you fought. Put it on your lap and absorb Qi inside it. You might learn a thing or two from the orb."

"Oh!" Xiaomao was excited, "So this is the same as a skill book in the game, munya?"

"No. You still need to master the skills after you used the skill books. But with the orb, you comprehend it and make it yours naturally. You can instantly master whatever skill it is, and you should be able to use it on Earth without the game system's assistance, mew."

"SWEET!"

Xiaomao panted and hugged the orb. As soon as he touched it, it brightened. Strange red light flowed into his forehead, transferring the memory of Wei Feng to him.

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Xiaomao had a vivid dream. He saw a big family, but they seemed to be living in a strange cultivation world.

In that world, skyscrapers were common, but the people still wore robes like cultivators. Some flew without a flying sword, but most people respected the city and traveled on foot.

The place that Xiaomao could see was restricted to a road outside a big city. A young man, who looked like Wei Feng, rode in a carriage together with his grandfather and sister.

The trio chatted about something, but Xiaomao couldn't hear their voices. Still, he recognized the faces of these people. For some reason, he also figured out their strength and knew their names.

The young man was none other than Wei Feng, who was the original body of the clone.

The old man was Wei Huang, who had the same name as Wei Zhi's father. He was a 6th-stage cultivator, whose strength was comparable to a level-600 NPC. In this world, he was Wei Feng's grandfather.

As for his sister, Xiaomao remembered her face well, very well.

Wei Yuan

She was Xiaomao's mysterious mother! It was the time when she was a mortal!

The family traveled quietly under the escort of their clansmen, but they got stuck in traffic of people. Wei Feng jumped out of the carriage to explore. Because of that, Xiaomao's vision followed the young man.

A few minutes later, Wei Feng noticed a commotion. Someone caused a scene, and a group of mobs ganged on a weak-looking man.

Wei Feng smirked and tossed his sword to the man. He said something, but Xiaomao couldn't hear it.

However, Xiaomao was shocked when he saw the face of the weak young man. Even though he looked different from what he knew, it was impossible for Xiaomao to mistake him for someone else.

That was Mao Miaomiao!

'What the hell?'

Xiaomao stopped paying attention to Wei Feng and looked at his father. The weak-looking guy suddenly took Wei Feng's sword and ran away from the crowd. The gang pursued, and so did Wei Feng. However, he was too fast, and they couldn't catch him.

Wei Feng threw a fit as he lost his sword. He gave up the sword and went out to court several beautiful young ladies among the crowd. A few minutes later, he managed to seduce one of them, and they sneaked to a secluded place.

Boom-Shakalaka-things happened in a bush, and Xiaomao was forced to witness everything. He tried to disperse the dream in disgust, but he couldn't.

As if the dream complied with Xiaomao's wish, the scene changed. It showed the interaction between Wei Feng and Mao Miaomiao during a competition event where there were a stage and a crowd around the platform. Again, Xiaomao couldn't hear their conversation.

The scene quickly changed as if the interactions between him and Mao Miaomiao were irrelevant. Instead of showing Wei Feng's life, the dream sent Xiaomao's consciousness into a void.

Deep in the void, Wei Feng stood on a platform, which looked similar to the square stage that he had seen earlier. Wei Feng was in the middle of practicing his skills and sword arts.

Suddenly, Wei Feng stopped moving. He turned to Xiaomao and gazed at him. He muttered.

"Nephew, I never had a chance to talk to you because of the complications and the war between the Oni God and your father. But since fate allows us to meet, let me do what an uncle is supposed to do for his nephew. Pay attention because I can only show you once. My time is limited."

Wei Feng resumed using his sword skills. He showed how he manipulated all 12 flying swords in a formation. While he was at it, he transformed into an Oni and used the baton as a secondary weapon for close combat.

The Oni's big hand sent his Qi into the baton and enlarged it into a large war mace. He coordinated his attacks with flying swords and showed Xiaomao his footwork.

Xiaomao remembered it well. It was one of the skills that the clone had used on him. The dance, the sword formation, the Qi circulation, and aura techniques, Wei Feng used them all without hiding anything.

But there was an addition that the clone couldn't use. An illusion of a terrifying giant Oni manifested behind Wei Feng as if it was a Jojo Stand. It crossed its arms, and a dome appeared, enveloping the entire stage.

That was a domain ability, but Xiaomao didn't understand what it was.

When Wei Feng finished, he turned to Xiaomao again. He smiled, "It's a shame that I didn't get to hold you when you were born. If you get to meet my sister one day, tell her that I'm sorry."

Xiaomao couldn't talk in the dream. He only made the promise in his mind.

'I will, uncle.'

"Thanks. Now, the final technique. This is something that my clone couldn't even use. Heck, I couldn't use it when I was alive. Only after I died, I managed to comprehend the true meaning of Wei Clan's swordsmanship."

Wei Feng held the war club and closed his eyes.

RUMBLE

The club shattered to pieces and transformed into a long katana. Wei Feng swung it horizontally, sending a sword beam into the void.

BOOM

The sword beam exploded at a distance and created a thousand smaller sword beams everywhere. The small beams exploded after flying for three seconds and repeated the process, sending more sword beams of the same size.

The explosions didn't stop. The chain reaction kept going 12 times.

The technique was beautiful and nasty. Xiaomao felt like he was watching fireworks. But when he imagined himself being on the receiving end, he was at a loss for what he should do in that situation.

It was impossible to dodge everything!

Wei Feng reverted to his human form. His body slowly dissipated into dust.

He bitterly smiled and gazed at Xiaomao once again, "This is the best I could do for you, nephew. If fate allows it, I hope that I can reincarnate as your descendant. Next time, it will be you teaching me. Hehehe."

Wei Feng departed from the void with a sad smile.

Xiaomao shed tears and bowed, paying homage to his uncle.

'I'll treasure your techniques, uncle.'

WHOOSH

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In the apartment, Xiaomao reopened his eyes. His tear was all over his face. As for the orb, it was gone.

"Rest well, uncle. Your technique, I have received them, munya!"

DING

<You have comprehended Wei Clan's Swordsmanship!>

<You have learned a new ultimate skill, Firework of Sword Saint!>