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When I was lying on the top of Wangshu Cliff to bask in the sun, Master's branch came over again: "You're an eight-hundred-year-old cat, and even the cranes next door laugh at you as a useless snack!" He twitched his ears and continued to take a nap. How can the human form be as comfortable as plush? Until that night, the moon was like a waterfall, and the eight hundred years of spiritual power in my body suddenly boiled. My whole body was in severe pain, my limbs were lengthening, and my hair was falling off - I was about to succeed. But a golden thunder suddenly struck from the sky, slamming me back into the cat ball. When I fell into the master's arms, I heard the old tree's trembling voice: "Foolish disciple... Heaven does not allow you to transform, because you lack a mortal heart."