Ye Chong has the knowledge inherited from the Dragon God in his mind. He knows that sword cultivators are a kind of spiritual masters in ancient times. Those who have mastered the way of heaven can ascend to immortality.

This thousand-year-old Elvis has powerful magical powers and has thousands of years of memory storage.

If you can use it for yourself, it will definitely be of great benefit.

Thinking of this, Ye Chong said to the Millennium Elvis: "I can spare your life, but you will follow me from now on."

"No problem, meow!"

The thousand-year-old Elvis agreed very readily.

Ye Chong smiled and stretched out a hand towards the Millennium Elvis: "Give me a trace of your life essence."

"What is the natal spirit cat?"

Millennium Elvis asked.

"Stop pretending to me. If you don't give it to me, I will kill you now!"

Ye Chong said.

The thousand-year-old Elvis Presley was helpless and said to himself that this kid was really fucking difficult to deal with.

Once the natal essence is given to the other party, its life will be controlled by the other party at any time.

It has to serve the other person and listen to the other person's words for the rest of its life.

So of course Millennium Elvis Presley was not willing to hand it over.

However, if Ye Chong is not given his life essence, he will die now.

The thousand-year-old Elvis Presley had no choice but to hand over his life essence to Ye Chong.

Ye Chong smiled and absorbed the thousand-year-old Elvis Presley's essence into the palm of his hand.

Originally, Ye Chong was worried that if the thousand-year-old Elvis Presley regained his power and attacked him, with his current cultivation level, he would not be a match for Elvis Presley at all.

But now that he has his natal soul, he can kill the Millennium Elvis at any time. This big cat dare not disobey him.

"I said, you should save me quickly, I am getting more and more uncomfortable, meow!"

Cats eating onions can cause blood poisoning.

Ye Chong smiled, he had already prepared the antidote.

He took out a small pill from his arms and threw it to the Millennium Elvis Presley: "Take it."

The thousand-year-old Elvis swallowed the pill in one gulp. Within a few seconds, his body felt warm and returned to normal.

"It's okay if I follow you, but you have to make fish soup for me every day, meow!"

Although Ye Chong made a dish just now, the fish soup tastes so delicious!

Ye Chong smiled and said: "I will teach you how to make fish soup, and you can make it yourself from now on."

The thousand-year-old Elvis Presley was overjoyed: "That's great, meow."

Ye Chong wanted to bring the thousand-year-old Elvis Presley back to the village. He looked left and right and was quite dissatisfied.

"What's wrong, meow?"

Ye Chong said: "You are too big, aren't you afraid of scaring people when you go out?

You’re a thousand-year-old cat, and you still want me to talk about you, really!”

The thousand-year-old Elvis meowed again, and then his size instantly shrank, turning into the size of a small milk cat in the blink of an eye, as if he was about three months old.

"That's right."

Ye Chong smiled and said, "It's much cuter this way."

Then Ye Chong got into the car with the Millennium Elvis Presley in his arms and returned to Xiaoye Village under the moonlight.

Early the next morning, Zhou Yutong and Lin Wan woke up and saw the Millennium Elvis.

"Wow! So cute!"

Two girls held the thousand-year-old Elvis Presley in their arms with four little hands.

"Wow, it's so fluffy."

"The meat is so soft."

“What a bouncy little meat ball.”

The two girls were chattering and couldn't let go of this thousand-year-old Elvis who had turned into a kitten.

The thousand-year-old Elvis looked helpless. If Ye Chong hadn't been watching from the side, he would have wanted to kill these two ignorant girls.

I am the majestic thousand-year-old Elvis Presley. How can I not be ashamed of being touched here and there by you all?

"Ye Chong, where did you get this kitten? It's so cute."

Zhou Yutong asked.

Ye Chong touched his nose: "I picked it up on the way back last night. It must have been abandoned. I thought it was pitiful so I brought it back."

"Then let's raise it."

Lin Wan suggested.

“Okay, okay, then what should we call it?

Is Xiaobai okay?"

Zhou Yutong said.

"Well, no, how about calling me Xiao Hui?"

Lin Wan said.

The fur on Millennium Elvis Presley's body is white, but the fur around his eyes is gray.

"It's better to call him Xiao Baihui."

Ye Chong said with a smile.

Zhou Yutong said with disdain: "What a little white gray, it sounds so unpleasant, why not call it little cement."

"Hey, Little Cement sounds pretty good and has its own characteristics."

Lin Wan said with a smile.

"Well, let's call it Little Cement."

"I, Cao, am the thousand-year-old Elvis Presley. What is my name, Little Cement?"

I won’t do it, meow!”

The thousand-year-old Elvis Presley made a protest sound, but except for Ye Chong, no one else understood its meaning at all.

To Zhou Yutong and Lin Wan, it sounded like it was meowing happily.

"Oh, Yutong, you see it understands it. It seems to like this name very much."

Lin Wan said excitedly.

Zhou Yutong touched Elvis Presley's chin: "Isn't that right, Little Cement?"

In this way, the Millennium Elvis Presley has since acquired a noble name - Little Cement.

Xiao Cement looked helpless, staring at Ye Chong with a pair of blue eyes: "I want to kill them, meow!"

"No, if they lose a hair, I will kill you."

Ye Chong used the Eye of the Dragon God to directly convey his thoughts into Xiao Cement's mind.

Little Cement was not used to being touched around at first.

Slowly, he began to enjoy the feeling of being touched by Zhou Yutong and Lin Wan.

However, it is limited to these two beauties. If anyone else comes to touch it, it will stick out its small teeth and then run away with a wagging tail.

When nothing happens, Little Cement always likes to get into the arms of Zhou Yutong or Lin Wan, and nudge them back and forth in the softness.

From time to time, it would look at Ye Chong proudly, as if it was constantly reminding Ye Chong: Your life is worse than being a cat, meow.

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

Liu Neng came to the farmland again early in the morning.

Around his own land, the land belonging to Ye Chong was already full of ripe vegetables.

And his land was empty, with only a sparse layer of green.

Liu Neng was completely dumbfounded, and his heart was full of despair.

"how so!"

Liu Neng held his head and squatted in the ditch, feeling very upset.

Several villagers harvested vegetables from the farmland nearby and loaded them into trucks, and then planted seeds.

They were very relieved when they saw that nothing had grown in Liu Neng's field.
To be continued...