My Name! Orange Seat!

I, a modern orange cat who thinks that he has a noble bloodline, was jealous of Heaven for guarding the last dried fish, and was killed in the world of cultivation. When he landed gracefully, he accidentally crushed the Xuantian Sect's Millennium Ice Crystal Grass into a cake. The cultivators beat their chests and stamped their feet: "Evil beast! Do you know that you have destroyed the foundation of our sect for thousands of years?" I licked the ice crystals on the tips of my claws nonchalantly, and felt that the grass had a novel texture when chewed, crunchy and crunchy. It wasn't until the Supreme Elder of Xuantian Sect took action with anger that I was shocked to realize that the spiritual grass I had chewed turned into demonic power. Now they call me a heaven-devouring and earth-devouring beast, and I looked at the round elixir in the elder's sleeves, and the tip of my tail curled up happily: "Meow, this thing looks... More interesting than dried fish?" The sound of thunder was like a hundred thousand empty cans being kicked carelessly from the sky, rolling and colliding boringly in the cold steel jungle of the city. Raindrops pattered on the greasy glass windows, blurring the strange neon lights outside.