You Have Been Cultivating Immortals for Hundreds of Years, but You Are Not as Good as My Cat.

Shen Qing travels through the world of immortality. He has no talent and just wants to be a comfortable idler. I picked up a cat at the beginning, and since then I have been fishing and growing flowers, and the years have been peaceful. Until the demon king attacks the mountain, the destruction of the righteous path is imminent. Shen Qing hugged the cat and was forced to the edge of the cliff by everyone. He sighed helplessly: "Meow, how about... Can you move?" The kitten in his arms opened its eyes lazily and raised a paw. Thousands of miles away, the Demon Lord and his army of 100,000 were instantly turned into ashes. The immortals were stunned and looked at the green-shirted little beast on the edge of the cliff who was yawning in his arms. Shen Qing scratched his head: "Actually... I really just want to raise a cat."