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Surviving death is one thing, but can a reborn demonic cultivator survive studying under the high brow of his new—and oddly familiar—cat-like master? See how his plans go from purrfect to near cat-tastrophe in this hiss-terical rom-com!
In his previous life, Mo Tianliao was a demonic cultivator renowned for the powerful spiritual weapons and artifacts he forged. So, when the cultivation world realized he was on the verge of successfully crafting a weapon powerful enough to destroy the world, they hunted him down. Thank the heavens he saved his beloved white kitten before his death!
“The end,” right? The cultivation world certainly thought so. But in reality, Mo Tianliao happened upon a bit of luck; by possessing a divine tree, this demonic cultivator has just awakened with another chance at life. There’s just one problem…four hundred years have passed and his new body is utterly bereft of spiritual power!
To build his powers back up, Mo Tianliao must join one of the righteous cultivation sects as a disciple. It’s here that this former demonic cultivator apprentices for Master Qingtong, a man of unparalleled beauty and suspiciously feline aloofness.
Also…wait, his little white kitten is here too?!
400 pages, Paperback
Published December 23, 2025


"Mew!" A kittenish cry came from his bossom, and a tiny white paw reached out of his tattered black silk robe. It batteded at the air until the owner realized this wasn't the collar he usually poked his head out, but a new opening. [...]
"Your Lordship, this is the only piece of clothing I have left to cover myself with." Mo Tianliao wiped the corner of his mouth and looked down in resignation at the little white ball of fluff. "Can't you at least let your master die with some dignity?"


"Meow!" The cat swatted his knee in displeasure.
Mo Tianliao tossed the invetory pouch aside and picked up His Feline Lordship. "Your Lordship, how may I be of service to you?"
The white cat yawned, clearly sleepy.
Mo Tianliao's lips curved into a smile as he cradled the cat and stroked his fur, then gently tucked him under his outer robe. Feeling the familiar warmth, the cat, who could barely keep his eyes open, streched comfortably, snuggled against Mo Tianliao's lower abdomen, and drifted off into a contended sleep.


The white fluffball was listless as he clung motionlessly and silently to his collar.
"What's wrong?" Mo Tianliao held the cat up to his face.
Light glass eyes looked at him, appearing somewhat cold yet indescribably aggrieved.
"What's wrong, precious?" Mo Tianliao placed the cat against his neck and stroked his back like he was comforting a child.
"Mew..." The cat tried to wrap his paws around Mo Tianliao's neck, but alas, his forelegs were too short to make it all the way around. His little pink nose sniffed Mo Tianliao's neck over and over again. The faint scent of grass and wood dispelled the stench of blood lingering in his nose, making him feel a little better.
[...]
Mo Tianliao kissed that warm paw. "Don't be afraid, I'll never force you to sign a blood pact."



Light from the glass lamps shone upon that handsome face that looked like it was sculpted from jade, illuminating each distinct eyelash and casting a slight shadow over them.
Gently, he wrapped his arms around the sleeping beauty and picked up his master in a princess carry.
Cultivators had keen senses, and Mo Tianliao had initially just intended to hug him, fully prepared for his master to jolt awake and beat him up. But this didn't happen. His master remained asleep. He leaned against Mo Tianliao's chest like it was the most natural thing in the world and snuggled against it. Mo Tianliao's heart skipped a beat.
"Remember, he's your shizun," he muttered to himself.

After some time, Mo Tianliao reached out and held Qingtong's left hand. Gently, as if he was handling a precious treasure, he pulled back the wide sleeve to reveal a bracelet clasped tightly around his wrist. [...]
Mo Tianliao closed his eyes. He carefully pulled the sleeve back into place and drew the unconscious man into his embrace.
The warm force that he shielded his divine soul; the perpetually sleepy Pawpaw; the master with a damaged divine soul - it all made sense now, and the realization made Mo Tianliao's heart ache so much it was more that he could bear. Slowly, he leaned in and gingerly placed a gentle kiss on that smooth forhead.
"Don't be afraid, Pawpaw. I'm here now. Sweet dreams."

He briefly lost himself in the intoxicating sensation when it suddenly hit him what he had done on impulse. He'd kissed his master! A chill ran down his spine. He was a goner. His Feline Lordship was sure to claw him to shreds.
The slender fingers resting on Mo Tianliao's back instantly transformed into sharp claws, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. This damned insolent disciple! Ah... His raised claws went limp. A warm stream of energy slowly passed between them at the point of contact, smelling faintly of grass and tress, alleviating the pain.

Mo Tianliao now realized he'd done something stupid, but he didn't dare to make any sudden movements for fear of hurting his master. He pulled away gradually and stiffly, prepared for a pummeling. But to his surprise, when he was only a finger's width away, those sweet, thin lips chased after his own and kissed him again.
[...]
As a demonic cultivator, Mo Tianliao would never deny himself what his heart wanted. Since his master didn't seem to intend to kill him yet - and also because he wanted to continue the kiss - he tightened his arms around the beautiful man and deepened the kiss.
Qingtong didn't see anything unusual about Mo Tianliao leaning so close - after all, this was how they usually interacted. However, seeing this face so close made his hands itch with desire to scratch at it. He couldn't resist - His Feline Lordship in human form reached out to place his fingers in Mo Tianliao's face and gently curled them.
[...]
"Qingtong..." Mo Tianliao breathed in a hoarse voice. He wanted to warn his master to stay away from him. Even if he was a block of wood now, he was still a man. He couldn't whitstand such a temptation. If this continued, there was no telling what he might do!
Those cold, beautiful eyes slowly narrowed. Qingtong pushed away the face before him. "Insolent disciple! How dare you call your shizun by name!"
The inexplicable romantic tension between then shattered just as suddenly as it had formed.

*MINI EXTRA*
Sect Leader: From now on, do you take him as your human, for richer or for poorer, be he man or tree?
Pawpaw: I do.
Sect Leader: From now on, do you take him as your cat, for better or for the worst of scratches and bites, be he man or feline, and willingly serve as his cusion, scratching post, and cat tree, and provide him with coldspring fish and glass beads?
Woodworker: *speechless*
4,5 'Fluffy furball' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐
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