After returning from my cultivation journey, I built a farm through fortune telling.

Chapter 174

Bai Wei's eyes lit up, and she stood up and followed, exclaiming, "Ah—it's a kitten!"

"cat?"

The fisherman surnamed Li and the reservoir owner suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It was a cat. That's alright. There are plenty of wild cats in these mountains.

They followed the gaze of the group.

There was a cat perched on the tree; it looked ordinary, yet it had a strange air about it.

Its fur is pure white, without a single blemish, but its eyes are like two burning embers, gleaming with a ghostly green light.

Two people: "..."

The two silently took it back. Seriously, they had never seen cat eyes that could glow even in daylight.

The little white kitten perched on a tree branch, its tail swaying gently. When it heard Bai Wei call it "kitten," it hissed and glared fiercely, "A kitten is a kitten, and you're still young! Who are you insulting! Bah! You're the cat! I am the king of the mountains!"

Realizing he had been discovered, the little white cat—oh, it was the little white tiger—leaped down from the tree and strode over to the fishing platform: "This reservoir is now under my control. You, none of you, are allowed to catch a single fish here!"

Its voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction, yet also a touch of laziness. With a single swipe of its paw, it kicked the fish that the fisherman surnamed Li had scooped up with his net back into the reservoir. Its appearance was quite domineering, and even its head was held a little higher.

The fisherman surnamed Li and the reservoir owner bit their fists, which were stuffed into their mouths, to prevent the horrific screams from escaping.

The fisherman surnamed Li and the reservoir owner exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock. They had never imagined that a cat could talk!

The fisherman surnamed Li's legs were no longer numb, but he dared not move, only gripping the tree trunk tightly as if it were his only support.

His wife was absolutely right. He went fishing in the mountains every day and got so obsessed with it that he started hallucinating. He actually heard a cat talking, but the cat didn't recognize itself as a cat and released the fish he had worked so hard to "catch." He wanted to scold him, but he didn't dare...

"You said you contracted this reservoir? Did you pay it?" The egret looked at it with amusement, arms crossed.

"This reservoir is my family's heirloom, why should I pay for it!" The little white cat shook its head, its words resounding.

"You've already cultivated to the point where you can speak human language, so you must have cultivated for several hundred years. Several hundred years ago, you called this pond a reservoir?"

The little white cat paused for a moment: "I just learned this word! But this whole hillside belongs to my family! You can't come to my hillside, to my pond, to fish for my fish!"

"That's not up to you. Putting aside your ambition to become a mountain king, let's just talk about our human realm. All the land you see is state-owned property, belonging entirely to the country, including this mountain you've fraudulently claimed. However, the country has the right to lease the right to use it to an individual, namely the fat one of the two men who were hugging each other under the tree you were just hiding under. He is now the owner of this pond. Because of your disturbance, he has lost a lot of money, and he has the right to demand compensation from you."

The little white cat didn't quite understand what was being said, but it heard "two men," so it turned its head and looked over, letting out a "humph."

An old acquaintance.

It had known that fat man for over two months. The first time it met him, he was directing people to release fish into the pond. So many fish! That's why it chose to stay there!
As for the skinny man, it really disliked him; he came to fish for its fish every day, it was so annoying!
(End of this chapter)