Please Stop Your Cat-Body Attacks

While the ruler and his minister in the Golden Luan Hall discussed how to deal with the emergence of an Earth Immortal powerhouse, Shen Yuan, the fake Earth Immortal powerhouse, sat before his computer, fiercely exchanging opinions with an online user on the other end of the network cable.

During the days Shen Yuan had spent in the Cloudmist Mountains, the Spirit Tide had happened to manifest once again. As spiritual energy grew denser, videos of extraordinary creatures and magical phenomena sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Many of them were obviously fake special-effects edits. Some were even pixelated videos filmed through door locks. Yet amid that chaotic frenzy, quite a few genuine extraordinary creatures were mixed in.

For instance, foxes dressed in human clothes asking for recognition, spirit monkeys in tourist sites using cash to buy fruit from humans, and cats that could split trees with crotch chops.

In the tangled mess of online dissemination, public debate over the revival of spiritual energy had long since become deafening. Shen Yuan, who had only just returned to online society, had even thought he had run into a version update.

Though most people were merely joining in the online excitement and were half-believing, half-doubting this information, such immense attention still surprised Shen Yuan.

In truth, Shen Yuan had long expected the Spirit Tide.

During the half year he had cultivated the Cloudmist Breathing Method, he had clearly sensed the spiritual energy density continually increasing, showing signs of returning to the flourishing age of ancient cultivation.

In the process, some extraordinary creatures would inevitably awaken demon bloodlines beneath the infusion of spiritual energy. The current situation had been bound to arise sooner or later.

The only thing that surprised Shen Yuan was how swiftly the public atmosphere had changed.

Moreover, the Great Xia Court seemed not to be concealing such matters. It had adopted an acquiescent attitude toward all kinds of discussion.

For the Great Xia Court to display such an attitude could only mean that matters had exceeded its control.

Shen Yuan watched it all with the mindset of someone enjoying a spectacle.

That was until Shen Yuan commented "So silly" beneath a video of a stray cat stealing bread. An account with an adorable black-cat avatar and the ID Mystic Daoist took the initiative to privately message him, sternly demanding that Shen Yuan delete his improper remark.

Mystic Daoist claimed that after the revival of spiritual energy, the Demon Race would inevitably rise again and gain rights equal to those of humans. Shen Yuan's comment was a personal attack against the cat, and unless he wanted to face reckoning, he should delete it immediately.

At first, Shen Yuan assumed it was a prank. Only after chatting for a few lines did he realize that the other party seemed extremely serious and did not appear to think there was anything wrong with them.

From Mystic Daoist's tone and the painfully slow typing speed, Shen Yuan concluded that Mystic Daoist was unquestionably an elementary schooler in the terminal stages of chuunibyou.

Shen Yuan was amused by that chuunibyou drivel and casually retorted, "Is this dumb cat yours?" He had not expected it to make the person on the other end bristle at once, leading to a lengthy and heated exchange of opinions.

Mystic Daoist: Please stop your cat-body attacks.

Mystic Daoist: Do you know this is racial discrimination?

Mystic Daoist: Don't think the Demon Race is weak now. No one can say for sure what will happen after the revival of spiritual energy.

Vast as the Abyssal Sea: You're saying all this—could it be that you know a great deal about the revival of spiritual energy?

Mystic Daoist: As for the revival of spiritual energy, those who understand, understand; those who don't, won't understand even if it's explained. Don't ask either. The interests involved are too great, and telling you would do you no good. I can only say the waters run deep. The online materials have all been deleted, so I can only say that those who understand, understand; if you don't, there's nothing to be done.

Mystic Daoist amused Shen Yuan so much that he became even more convinced the person on the other end was just a little brat.

However, Shen Yuan had no time to continue tangling with them. He had already wasted quite a bit of cultivation time today, so he casually blocked Mystic Daoist and got up to prepare dinner.

Bang!

In Wen City, within a gloomy underground parking garage, a cat furiously smashed an old-fashioned phone onto the ground.

"How outrageous! How outrageous!"

A childish little voice echoed through the underground garage as the cat repeatedly stomped on the phone screen. In the message log before it was a huge red exclamation mark.

"You have been blocked by the other party and cannot send messages!"

This cat was only palm-sized and entirely black, save for its four paws, which were snowy white without a single stray hair, as though it wore white gloves. It was exceptionally adorable.

Yet its tiny, delicate face was currently filled with human-like grievance, while its red-and-blue heterochromatic eyes brimmed with fury.

Beside the kitten, a Maine Coon nearly half a person tall lay crouched at its side, staring at the phone beneath the kitten's paws with an aching look in its eyes.

They had traded several hundred transparent gemstones collected by the cats for that phone from a little girl. It was the sole treasure of its kind in the entire Cat Race.

Only intelligent cat demons like them were qualified to touch and use it. Ordinary cats were not even qualified to lay a paw on it.

Had any other cat demon smashed the phone like this, the Maine Coon would have rushed up long ago to teach them a lesson. But before this kitten, it was utterly helpless.

Because this kitten, not even the size of a palm, was the king of the entire group.

At that thought, the Maine Coon lowered itself and carefully rubbed its large head against the kitten's body, opening its mouth to comfort it.

"Great King, your status is noble. There is no need to get angry with a mere human.

"Our Demon Race was born of heaven and earth. We never needed humanity's approval. They are merely our food."

Upon hearing that, the kitten immediately turned to look at the Maine Coon. Its white-gloved paw became a kitty fist and struck the big cat's face without mercy.

"Idiot! Idiot!"

"Spiritual energy has only just revived. Our Cat Race is weak, while humans remain the rulers of this world. All we can do is develop in secret and fight for a voice.

"This age does not rely entirely on strength. They have their own system of civilization, and our Cat Race must integrate into it.

"On the human network, I have observed that many people have already secretly become slaves of our Cat Race. If we want to expand our influence, we must rely on these cat slaves. The reason I opened an account and filmed videos about our Cat Race was for this very purpose."

"But that detestable human actually!!!"

As it said this, tears shimmered in the kitten's lively eyes.

Though it had taken a pointless round of kitty punches, and the kitten's attacks could not possibly harm it, the Maine Coon still wore a deeply aggrieved expression.

"What should we do, then?"

"That human must apologize!" The kitten slapped down a paw, its little voice filled with anger.

"But, Great King, you cannot even send him a message. How can you make him apologize?"

At those words, a human-like smug smile appeared on the kitten's face.

"Hehe! After three days of study, I have mastered humanity's most lethal weapon. Once I use this lethal weapon, I will definitely make that human lower his head."

The Maine Coon's eyes widened, anticipation filling its gaze. "The weapon you mean is?"

"They seem to call it a Box Weapon?"