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A feud ended in such a bizarre way; sometimes the birth of friendship is truly strange and unpredictable. Old grievances were put aside as a few people sat together chatting happily. When the Fat Man recounted how he almost got suffocated by Joan's smoke, everyone burst into laughter, while Joan showed no embarrassment at all, instead tilting her head back with an air of superiority.
The night passed quickly, and everyone had drunk a lot. When Ye Mingshang woke up, he was still sleeping under the table, while Joan and the Fat Man were in an ambiguous embrace. It was unclear what dream the Fat Man had, but he even kissed Joan, creating quite a scene.
Just like when he arrived, there was nothing much to take with him as he put on his familiar black leather jacket and set off on his journey home.
The plane ticket had been booked early, and since it was still early in the day, it wasn't difficult to get a ticket. He departed in the morning and arrived in the Sichuan Basin by afternoon, amidst a misty mountain forest. Looking at this familiar yet strange place, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.
The towering mountains obscured any view of villages or rice fields; they resembled drunken old men leaning against each other, asleep for thousands of years, never awakened from their dreams. No one dared to venture deep into their Heart, not even the adventurous hunters who only knew to chase after goats, wild boars, and birds that ran down from the mountains but never climbed to their peaks.
With a slight smile, he gathered his thoughts as he approached his home. Before heading up the mountain, some nearby villagers warned him about the dangers within, but he simply smiled and replied, "This is my home."
As his figure gradually faded into the jungle, the simple man revealed an expression of surprise and admiration.
This mountain was merely a door; his true home lay among the mountains. After crossing one mountain, he saw a river. The banks were lined with deep green mountains, with patches of white snow visible; the water was as clear as jade.
Looking out, sharp little hills pierced through wisps of milky mist, and within that fog, a slender line could be faintly seen.
"Stop! Who goes there?!" A stern voice echoed through the valley like divine authority.
Hearing that familiar voice, Ye Mingshang smiled slightly and called out, "Ah Hu Uncle! It's me!"
As soon as he spoke, accompanied by a bright and hearty laugh, a tall and robust figure appeared out of nowhere. This was a middle-aged man in his thirties, nearly two meters tall, with his upper body bare. His exaggerated muscles seemed as hard as stone, with perfect lines that looked as if they had been carved by the best artist bit by bit.
Unlike ordinary people, he had tawny hair growing along the sides of his abs and chest muscles that spread across his entire back. His rugged face was no different from others except for his long golden Long Hair, and behind him swayed a long golden tail like that of a Spirit Serpent.
"Haha! I wondered why the magpies were chirping non-stop this morning; it turns out Young Master has returned," the middle-aged man laughed heartily, his smile genuine and unpretentious.
Yin Hu, one of the Eight Great Guardian Kings under the Underworld River, was powerful and warm-hearted.
"Haha, Ah Hu Uncle, when did you learn to show off like this?" Ye Mingshang laughed happily, his smile sincere yet slightly mischievous. He always felt a strong sense of familiarity with Yin Hu, who seemed like a child in front of him.
"Just inspired! Just inspired! Haha!" Yin Hu's voice was loud, and his laughter echoed as if the whole mountain could hear it.
"By the way, little master, are you planning to stay now that you're back? Big brother has been thinking about you."
"No, I will have to leave again in a few days. This time I just wanted to come home and take a look since school is on break," Ye Mingshang shook his head.
"School? Little master is going to school?" Yin Hu asked in confusion.
"Yes, it's in Nanjing."
"What’s so good about human schools? What can you learn there? If you want to learn literature, it would be better to let the White Crane teach you," Yin Hu scoffed.
"It's just a coincidence; I've gained a lot from it and made many friends."
"Humans are all a bunch of cunning fellows; there's no need to make friends with them. Of course, I'm not talking about you, Young Master; you're different from them." As he finished speaking, Yin Hu's expression changed, and he cautiously looked at Ye Mingshang.
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about that. It's been a long time since I came back; I should go see the old man," Ye Mingshang said with a bitter smile.
"Yes, big brother has been constantly thinking about you. This time you must spend some quality time with him. Look, the White Crane is here." Yin Hu nodded and pointed towards the distant mountain pass.
Before he finished speaking, accompanied by a clear crane call, a black-and-white figure flew out from the mist. It was a large bird over two meters long, with wings that stretched five or six meters wide. Its sharp red-brown beak contrasted with its snow-white feathers, except for the edges of its wings which had a circle of black feathers resembling an ink painting. In the misty mountains, the White Crane spread its wings, creating a picturesque scene.
The White Crane joyfully called out before slowly landing in front of the two. As it transformed into white light, several feathers floated down, revealing a handsome young scholar dressed in white like snow. He smiled warmly, exuding an elegant aura reminiscent of a masterpiece from a great artist.
"Crane Uncle!"
“Xiao Ye, it's been a while since we last met. You've grown quite a bit,” Bai He smiled, greeting him like an elder in the family.
“Isn't that obvious? The Young Master is at the age of growing, how could he not grow taller after a few years?!” Yin Hu shot him a sideways glance.
Bai He ignored him and simply patted Ye Mingshang's shoulder. “Not bad, you've grown strong, no longer that skinny little thing.”
“Hey, don’t ignore me!” Yin Hu said in a low voice from the side.
“Yeah, I haven't been slacking off these years. I'm quite strong now,” Ye Mingshang said with a smile as he patted his arm.
“Haha, I can feel the powerful strength within you. You might even be stronger than me now.”
“Compared to Crane Uncle, I still have some distance to go, but soon I will surpass him.”
“Hmm, I look forward to that day,” Bai He said with a warm smile.
Meanwhile, the ignored Yin Hu looked displeased. “Hey! Bai He, you jerk, don’t ignore me!”
“Let’s go; your big brother has been waiting anxiously,” Bai He transformed back into his original form for Ye Mingshang to mount.
Yin Hu still looked unhappy, adding a few anime-style exclamation marks for extra emphasis.
Sitting on Bai He's broad and soft back, Bai He spread his wings and soared into the sky with a strong gust of wind, gliding slowly toward the horizon.
“Damn Bai He! You always deliberately ignore me. This time I'll let it slide, but next time just wait and see how I deal with you, jerk!” Yin Hu shouted angrily from below.
In the distance, Bai He and Ye Mingshang exchanged glances and burst into laughter. Bai He often teased Yin Hu like this; it added some fun to their otherwise monotonous lives.
Bai He flew quickly, and soon they could see a towering giant mountain rising through the mist among dozens of smaller peaks surrounding it, resembling stars encircling the moon. Under the pale sky, the mountains appeared dark as iron—majestic and solemn. The red sun cast its glow, painting the peaks in deep blue. The mist was hazy, with milky white veils separating the heavy mountains, leaving only the Azure tips visible—truly resembling a refreshing landscape painting with clear brushwork and balanced composition.
Through the thick mist, standing up felt like strolling among the clouds. Ye Mingshang enjoyed this sensation; the feathers of the white crane were soft, truly like walking on clouds. Standing there, feeling the strong wind blowing towards him and watching the hazy clouds drift by, he experienced a marvelous feeling as if an immortal were gazing down upon the mortal world.
He dove down from the sky into the mountain peaks, landing in front of a cave.
"I'll take you here; you can go in by yourself," the white crane said softly.
Gently leaping down from the white crane, he watched as that streak of flowing cloud flew away, rejoining the vast expanse of clouds, his eyes revealing a sense of envy and fascination.
In front of the cave was a spacious clearing, with fine grass covering the ground like a carpet. Not far away stood a stone table and several stone stools. On the stone table, there was always a small wine pot and several cups, which remained clean and new regardless of rain or wind.
On the stone wall of the cave, three bold and vigorous characters were carved—Dragon King's Grotto.
These three characters emitted an ancient and mysterious aura, vaguely suggesting danger and dominance. The characters, resembling the work of a master calligrapher and sculptor, made it clear that even just a glimpse of this cave was extraordinarily mysterious.
Inside the cave was pitch black; no light could be seen from outside, nor could any objects be discerned. The cave had no door because no one dared to disturb the legendary Dragon King's Grotto, nor did anyone dare to provoke the Underworld River.
He walked slowly toward it; at the boundary between the cave and the outside world, there seemed to be an invisible membrane that rippled like water when he passed through. Although there was no door, this barrier was not something just anyone could cross; without the owner's permission, even Yin Hu would likely not be able to enter.
Not in a hurry to proceed, he lifted his feet lightly as if strolling through his own backyard. Contrary to how dark it appeared from outside, inside the cave was bright. Fist-sized Night Pearls were embedded in both walls, illuminating the jade-like walls with not only brightness but also mysterious beauty.
Strange-shaped white jade stone pillars resembled marvelous spirits formed by stalactites, adorning the vast space within the cave beautifully. Water droplets occasionally seeped from the stone walls like scattered pearls; under the glow of the Night Pearls, they shimmered with vibrant colors. Truly it was "the red cliffs thousands of fathoms clear after rain; countless luminous pearls hang like curtains."
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