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Jiang Xiaochuan's mind went blank when he saw him like this.

Nine years ago... Feng Hui Peak... a fight... being beaten while riding on top of someone... it seems... that happened?

Back then, Lao Tian took him, who was only eight years old and at the second level of the Jade Purity Realm, all over Qingyun Mountain to show off. Finally, they arrived at Feng Hui Peak, where they apparently got into a conflict with a boy of similar age who had also been brought out by his master to show off. And then... he beat him up.

It was him! Zeng Shushu! The only son of Zeng Shuchang, the head of Feng Huifeng, Zhang Xiaofan's best friend in the original novel, and a "book" fanatic who loves collecting rare and exotic animals and all sorts of strange and wonderful things!

"Oh! It's you! Zeng Shushu! I remember now! I was a bit too rough back then, I'm so sorry, so sorry, I was young and impetuous!"

When Zeng Shushu saw that he had remembered, her face immediately lit up with a smile, and her earlier disappointment vanished. She took two steps closer, put her arm around Jiang Xiaochuan's shoulder, and gave him a warm shake.

"Haha! Old Jiang! It really is you! I was wondering why you looked so familiar! It's been so many years, and you... um, you don't seem to have grown much taller?"

He gestured to show the height difference between the two, a mischievous smile in his eyes.

Jiang Xiaochuan's face darkened, and he slapped his hand away impatiently: "Get lost! You're the one who hasn't grown taller! I'm just... accumulating strength for a late bloomer! Don't you understand?!"

Zeng Shushu wasn't annoyed. He chuckled, then glanced at Xiao Hui, who was being held by Jiang Xiaochuan's other hand and baring his teeth at him. His eyes lit up again, and he rubbed his hands together, asking with a fawning expression:

"Old Jiang, is this really a three-eyed spirit monkey? Where did you get it? How did you tame it? Tell me quickly! This thing is extremely rare! It's mentioned in 'Tales of Gods and Demons: Spirit Beasts,' which says this monkey is a magical beast with spiritual powers. When it's young, it's no different from an ordinary monkey, but after its spiritual eye on its forehead opens, it can shoot golden light, piercing through the netherworld, and possesses boundless power! Moreover, it's unruly and extremely difficult to tame! How did you manage to do it?"

He spoke very quickly, asking one question after another, his eyes fixed on Little Gray, as if he couldn't wait to snatch it away and study it carefully.

Jiang Xiaochuan was a little annoyed by his question, so he casually replied:

"I met it in the bamboo forest behind the mountain. It kept throwing pine cones at me. I slapped it twice, and then it stuck to me and I couldn't shake it off. Later, I fed it some meat, and its taste seemed to change. It's been stealing chickens and dogs all day long, and it's a real headache."

As Zeng Shushu listened, his mouth slowly opened wide, his eyes widened, and his expression changed from excitement to shock, then from shock to blankness, finally settling on a bewildered look that was a mixture of disbelief, envy, jealousy, and a shock to his worldview.

He stared blankly at Jiang Xiaochuan, then at the gray monkey in his hand that was making faces at him, and muttered repeatedly, "Given two slaps... and then... he became attached to you? Given two slaps and he became attached to you? He... he became clingy to you?"

He suddenly snapped out of his daze, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea, and his eyes suddenly flashed with an amazing light!

He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Xiaochuan's arm that wasn't holding the monkey with both hands, and shook it violently, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Old Jiang! No! Brother Jiang! Senior Brother Jiang! Teach me! Teach me how to tame a spirit beast! Just, just like you do! A couple of slaps will do, right? Where? On the head? On the butt? How hard? After slapping it, do I have to feed it meat? What kind of meat? Raw or cooked? Tell me, and I'll... I'll even become your disciple!"

Jiang Xiaochuan felt dizzy from being shaken, and his arm ached from being gripped so tightly, so he quickly broke free:

"Hey, hey, let go, let go! Zeng Shushu, what's wrong with you? How am I supposed to know how to teach? I just gave it a couple of slaps, who knew this monkey was crazy? The more I hit it, the more energetic it got. How can it learn like that? What if you hit another spirit beast and get eaten in one bite?"

"I don't care!"

Zeng Shushu seemed to be possessed. He suddenly knelt down with a "plop," grabbed Jiang Xiaochuan's leg and wouldn't let go, looking up at him pitifully and begging.

"Senior Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, please teach me! I beg you! My biggest wish in this life is to tame such a rare and exotic beast. Please grant my wish! I promise, from now on, if you tell me to go east, I will never go west; if you tell me to catch a dog, I will never chase a chicken. Please!"

Jiang Xiaochuan was so startled by this sudden "gift" that he was completely terrified and quickly bent down to help him up:

"Damn it, Zeng Shushu, get up! Get up now! What will people think if they see this? If your father, Uncle Zeng, finds out, he'll break my legs! Get up!"

Zeng Shushu, however, seemed determined and refused to get up, repeatedly pleading, "Teach me" and "Please."

The two of them, one pulling and the other clinging, lingered for a long time in the gradually darkening corner of the Cloud Sea Square, attracting the curious gazes of several disciples who had not yet returned.

Finally, Jiang Xiaochuan had no choice but to half-jokingly say, fearing that it would sound bad if someone saw it and spread rumors, "Alright, alright, get up first. This matter... we'll talk about it later. If there's a chance later, I... I'll teach you, okay?"

Zeng Shushu finally released his grip with some skepticism, got up from the ground, dusted off his knees, and stared at Jiang Xiaochuan with his eyes still fixed on him: "Really? You mean it?"

"I promise, I promise!" Jiang Xiaochuan just wanted to get rid of this troublesome person as soon as possible, so he casually replied.

Zeng Shushu was finally satisfied. He chuckled twice, then, remembering something, leaned closer to Jiang Xiaochuan, lowered his voice, and revealed that lewd, gossipy smile that all men understand:

"By the way, Lao Jiang, that guy standing behind Master Shuiyue at the Qianwei arena during the day... wasn't that you? I saw him. Impressive, you've infiltrated Xiaozhu Peak so quietly? Or... are you planning to marry into the family?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's face darkened, and he raised his hand in annoyance, giving Zeng Shushu a sharp rap on the forehead: "You big dummy! Zeng Shushu, if you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I'll beat you up again!"

"Ouch!" Zeng Shushu clutched his forehead, grimacing, but his smile remained, clearly showing he wasn't afraid.

"Just kidding! But seriously, Lao Jiang, what's going on between you and that Senior Sister Lu...? I've heard she's usually so cold to everyone, but today she actually let you stand behind her master to watch the competition. This relationship... is unusual!"

Jiang Xiaochuan was too lazy to explain to him, and since he couldn't explain it anyway, he simply changed the subject: "Let's not talk about me. What about you? You participated in the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament this time, right? Which round were you in?"

"I participated!" Zeng Shushu, as expected, was swayed and proudly waved his fan. "I won the first round by luck. But..."

He glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan, sighed, and slumped his shoulders. "Seeing you, I think my chances of becoming the leader are slim. With your skills, I couldn't beat you nine years ago, let alone now. I also heard that Qi Hao was defeated by you two years ago? Now, among the younger generation of the entire Qingyun Sect, the only one who can rival you is probably..."

He paused, not continuing, but glanced towards the disciples' residences on Xiaozhu Peak, his meaning clear.

Jiang Xiaochuan knew he was referring to Lu Xueqi, and felt inexplicably irritated. He interrupted him, saying, "What about Lu Xueqi? She lost to me nine years ago too."

"Oh?"

Zeng Shushu's eyes lit up, her gossip spirit reignited: "Really? Tell me! Tell me in detail! How did you lose? What tricks did you use? What was her expression at the time?"

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't want to say anything more and waved his hand: "It's all old news, why bring it up? Alright, it's getting late, I'm going back. Xiao Hui, let's go."

He picked up Little Gray, called out to Big Yellow who was lying at his feet with its tongue sticking out, and turned to slip away.

"Hey! Lao Jiang! Don't go! Let's chat a little longer!" Zeng Shushu called out from behind.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't turn his head and said to Xiao Hui, "Xiao Hui, go and mess up his hair. You'll get meat as a reward when we get back."

The little gray cat, which had been struggling in Jiang Xiaochuan's hands, suddenly lit up upon hearing this. It no longer cared about the strange look Zeng Shushu had given it earlier. With a squeak, it broke free from Jiang Xiaochuan's hands, turned into a gray shadow, and pounced on Zeng Shushu!

Zeng Shushu was reaching out to stop Jiang Xiaochuan when, caught off guard, she felt a heavy weight on her head and a strong force. Then, her hair was grabbed and scratched haphazardly by two furry paws, turning her neatly combed hair into a mess. Several strands of hair fell down and covered her eyes.

"Ouch! My hair! You damn monkey! Let go!" Zeng Shushu frantically tried to grab Xiao Hui.

Little Grey was quite agile, jumping around on his head and shoulders, its claws constantly scratching his hair until it looked like a bird's nest. Then it squeaked twice, satisfied, and jumped away, darting back to Jiang Xiaochuan's shoulder, who had already run far away. It even turned back and made a face at Zeng Shushu.

Jiang Xiaochuan laughed heartily, quickened his pace, and ran off in a flash, with Da Huang barking and following happily after him.

Zeng Shushu stood there, her hair a mess, staring blankly at the retreating figures of a man, a dog, and a monkey flying away.

After a long pause, he shook his head, both amused and exasperated, and muttered to himself as he tidied his hair, "That old Jiang... he's still as cunning and wicked as ever!"