My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

She frowned.

"Hahaha! You can't catch me!"

The sound came from the roof. Shen Zhaoyue looked up and saw the chubby baby sitting on the roof beam, swinging his legs and looking at her with a grin.

Shen Zhaoyue leaped into the air and reached out to grab it.

The chubby baby squatted down again and disappeared once more.

This time, it appeared on the osmanthus tree in the yard, hanging on the branches, swaying back and forth.

"Hehe, I can't catch you, I can't catch you!"

Shen Zhaoyue's face darkened.

She chased after him, and the chubby baby jumped down from the tree, landed on the stone slab, and disappeared again.

When it reappeared, it was already on top of the chicken coop.

Lu Yang and Miao Gui chased after them and saw what was happening. They were both angry and anxious.

Miao Gui took out a talisman from his pocket, muttered some incantations, and tossed it towards the chubby baby.

The talisman flew out and stuck to the chicken coop, but the chubby baby had already disappeared and appeared on the water vat on the other side.

Miao Gui was even angrier. He bit his fingertip and lightly dabbed it twice on his eyelids.

He closed his eyes, silently recited the incantation, and his eyes felt slightly warm.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a faint green light on the chubby baby's body, like a small lantern, which was particularly conspicuous in the night.

"I see it! It's over there!" Miao Gui pointed in the direction of the water tank.

Shen Zhaoyue took a step forward and reached out to grab it.

The chubby baby was startled and quickly squatted down on the ground—but this time Shen Zhaoyue didn't grab him.

Before he even crouched down, his other hand had already blocked his escape route.

The chubby baby had nowhere to escape and was grabbed by the back of the collar and lifted up by Shen Zhaoyue.

"We caught him!" Lü Yang shouted excitedly.

Miao Gui breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "That little thing, it can really run!"

The chubby baby was lifted into the air by Shen Zhaoyue, kicking and struggling desperately.

He was small in stature but strong; Shen Zhaoyue almost couldn't grab him with one hand.

Lü Yang walked over, snatched the chubby baby from Shen Zhaoyue's arms, and held it up triumphantly: "Haha! Run! Go ahead and run!"

The chubby baby was lifted high by him, flailing his arms and legs wildly, his face turning red.

Lu Yang leaned closer to look at him, becoming more and more smug: "Little thing, weren't you running so fast just now? And farting? And peeing? Why aren't you running anymore?"

The chubby baby stared at him, his eyes darting around, and suddenly stopped struggling.

Lu Yang was taken aback: "What? You're admitting defeat?"

The chubby baby looked at him and suddenly smiled.

That smile sent a chill down Lü Yang's spine.

Before he could react, a stream of heat descended from the sky, drenching his head and face.

Some of it had even already entered the mouth.

Lu Yang froze completely.

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, the chubby baby flipped over and landed on the ground, disappearing in a flash.

Lu Yang stood in the courtyard, soaking wet, his face, hair, and clothes covered in... well, you know.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Miao Gui froze for a moment, then burst into laughter, doubled over: "Hahaha! He...he peed on you again! Hahaha!"

Lu Yang wiped his face; the smell was so pungent and strong that he almost threw up.

"I...I'm going to kill it!" Lu Yang's voice changed, and it was choked with sobs.

The chubby baby hid behind the woodpile in the corner of the yard, covering his mouth and giggling.

Those two idiots are so funny.

The woman with the knife was formidable, but she couldn't catch him.

Just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly decided to tease them again, and poked his head out from behind the woodpile—

Then he realized he couldn't move.

It wasn't that something was holding me down; rather, it felt like my whole body was frozen in place.

He couldn't move his hands and feet, couldn't turn his head, and couldn't even move his eyes.

Only his mouth could still open, but the sounds he made were barely audible.

"Huh...huh?"

He struggled desperately, but it was no use.

That power didn't come from the outside, but from inside his body, as if something had locked his soul away.

He was terrified.

Then he felt his body rising upwards.

It didn't float up on its own; it was sucked there by something.

He watched helplessly as he drifted further and further away from the ground, further and further away from the courtyard wall, and closer and closer to the room with the lights on.

The door was open.

There was a person sitting inside the room.

He sat cross-legged on the bed in a bluish-gray Taoist robe, his expression serene.

He stretched out his hand, palm up, and the chubby baby landed lightly in his palm, like a falling leaf.

The chubby baby was trembling all over.

He recognized the man—it was the same Taoist priest from earlier that day.

The one who made the ginseng speak, the one who summoned lightning to strike people.

He was just wondering why this person hadn't come out to chase him, and now he realizes...

He lay in that palm, unable to move or run away, and finally realized the meaning of fear.

Tears streamed down her face, her lips trembled, and she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Don't eat me...don't eat me...I don't taste good...I'm not ginseng...I'm a radish...I'm a radish spirit...I don't taste good..."

Ye Qingfeng looked down at the little thing in his palm, crying its eyes out. It was chubby and white, with tears streaming down its face and its nose was red from crying.

He couldn't help but laugh.

"Who said I was going to eat you?"

The chubby baby stopped crying, sobbing as she looked up at him, her eyes blurred with tears: "You...you're not going to eat me?"

Ye Qingfeng shook his head.

The chubby baby cried again: "You're lying... When you catch us, you eat us... in soup... braised... they're all delicious..."

Ye Qingfeng was both amused and exasperated: "That's ginseng. You're a radish."

The chubby baby paused for a moment, then cried even harder: "I'll eat radishes too! Radish stew with pork ribs, braised pork with radishes, pickled radishes, dried radishes... I'll eat them all!"

Ye Qingfeng looked at him, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Lu Yang rushed in, soaking wet and with... well, you know, on his face. He started cursing as soon as he entered.

"Immortal Master, thank goodness you intervened! Otherwise, that brat would have been captured by no one! What kind of demon is this? So cunning!"

He saw the trembling little thing in Ye Qingfeng's palm and his eyes widened.

"That's him! That's him! We have to kill him and eat him! Make soup! Braise him! Steam him!"

The chubby baby trembled with fear, curling up into a ball: "Don't eat me... I don't taste good..."

Miao Gui followed him in, his clothes covered in foul-smelling liquid, and he grumbled angrily, "That little brat! He's ruined my new clothes! Kill him!"

The chubby baby cried out, "Don't eat me... I'll take you to find ginseng! I know the locations of lots and lots of old ginseng! You eat them, don't eat me..."

Lu Yang leaned closer, glaring at him fiercely: "Not eat you? What were you pouring on my head just now?"

The chubby baby shrank his neck: "Radish...radish juice..."

Lu Yang's face turned green with anger: "(⊙o⊙) What? Radish juice? Isn't that pee? And you even farted in my blanket!"

The chubby baby whispered, "That's a radish fart..."

Lü Yang: "..."