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The wind was calm, and the clouds had dissipated.
In the land of the Five Elements Continent, specifically in Zhongzhou, an area that was once picturesque with mountains and clear waters had turned into scorched earth. The mountains, rivers, flowers, and dense forests had all been flattened. A tremendous roar echoed, causing all cultivators in Zhongzhou to look toward that direction. A Supreme Being opened their eyes from the darkness, scanning the area with a mix of shock and confusion.
At the center of that area lay a massive semicircular pit, deep enough to reach thousands of feet. In one corner of the pit, a young boy with a delicate face and tattered clothes radiated a brilliant light. Wrapped in seven-colored clouds, he was gradually healing his injuries. The boy's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.
Sunlight shone on his face, and he squinted against the brightness, feeling a bit of pain. He coughed lightly, expelling the stagnant air from his chest. His head still felt heavy; the boy was Zhao Yang.
"Master? Are you still there?" Zhao Yang struggled to sit up on the ground.
Chirp Chirp!
A sound came from a little beast nearby. Zhao Yang turned to look and saw a fluffy, round creature resembling a cute little ball perched on his leg, its big eyes curiously staring at him, sparkling like stars.
Zhao Yang let out a startled yelp and flicked the little beast off his leg. Covering his chest with both hands, he pretended to be frightened and said, "What do you want? Go away!"
"Chirp Chirp?" The little beast looked at Zhao Yang innocently, its big eyes blinking rapidly in confusion over Zhao Yang's reaction. It waved its tiny fists in discontent at Zhao Yang's attitude.
"Alright, you little guinea pig, smelly rat. Tell me, how did you end up here?" Zhao Yang relaxed a bit. Remembering what had happened before he lost consciousness, he looked around at his surroundings and realized he was in a very deep gorge. The soil around him looked freshly dug up as if it had just been excavated. "It looks like an explosion caused by a planet colliding with Earth. It couldn't have been my master who did this, right?" Zhao Yang wondered aloud. "Why did I get thrown in here?"
"Chirp Chirp." The little beast gestured with its tiny paws while continuously chirping away. It mimicked something long and thin with its paws and then playfully bared its tiny teeth at Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang scrutinized it for a while before weakly saying, "Are you saying my master knocked your half-eaten cucumber onto the ground? It got dirty, and you don't like eating unsanitary things, so you're here to settle the score with him?"
The little beast grinned widely and giggled softly. It first nodded its head and then shook it again while continuing to gesture about the long object. Its expression was animated as it stuck out its tiny tongue while looking at what it was mimicking as if it were something delicious.
"Get lost!" Zhao Yang kicked the little beast away with one foot. "I don't have time to discuss your cucumber or loofah with you! Stop trying to act cute in front of me! You glutton! I haven't even settled the score for all those Spiritual Fruits you've eaten from me! And even if I had cucumbers, I wouldn't give you any! I haven't eaten cucumbers in years!"
"Chirp Chirp!" The little beast flipped over onto its feet, its chubby body puffed up with fur standing on end as it emitted sounds like an angry kitten. Its tiny fists were clenched tightly as it glared at Zhao Yang with tears welling up in its eyes, filled with grievance.
"Hey there, little one, are you getting angry?!" Zhao Yang chuckled as he watched Little Beast raise its tiny fists, looking ready to duel him. "Alright, alright, even though having you as a pet is a bit of a loss for me—you're not much of a fighter and definitely not flashy—I'll let you stick around because you might just attract some pretty girls with your cuteness. But listen here, you eat way too much! Just so we're clear, if you eat that much, you better not poop on me, or I'll stomp you flat. Got it?" Zhao Yang threatened.
"Chirp Chirp!" Little Beast pouted and angrily muttered at Zhao Yang. With a flick of its little paw, it seemed to huff lightly before turning and flying away.
"Hey! Don't go! I was just joking!" Zhao Yang called out as he used his energy to chase after Little Beast. "Come on now, stop! I won't stomp you; I might just injure you or pluck all the fur off your body. You little mouse, Guinea Pig, round ball, ugly creature!" Zhao Yang helplessly teased Little Beast, throwing out random names.
Little Beast had initially wanted to be friends with Zhao Yang and had deliberately slowed down a bit to wait for him. However, upon hearing Zhao Yang call it "ugly creature," it immediately lost interest. With a slight flutter of its legs, a pair of delicate wings appeared behind it, and in an instant, it vanished from sight.
"Wow! That was fast!" Zhao Yang was taken aback by Little Beast's speed; it had slipped out of his Divine Sense range in an instant. When he regained his senses, he noticed that his Divine Sense had expanded significantly. What used to cover a radius of one kilometer now stretched to ten kilometers without him even trying to extend it. This must have been the result of all the cultivators who had previously crowded into his Sea of Consciousness to read his memories.
The speed of that Little Beast was astonishing; it had flown out of his Divine Sense coverage in the blink of an eye, which left him quite surprised.
"Could I have stumbled upon a treasure? Its escape speed is definitely faster than those Nascent Soul Old Monsters' techniques. Here I am with flight abilities but lacking superior movement skills. If I could learn its technique, wouldn't that be like adding wings to a tiger? Using Time Walk all the time is too draining; I can't afford that!"
With this thought in mind, Zhao Yang squeezed his throat and pretended to sound sad as he called out, "Little darling, little cutie, please come back!"
When there was no response, he continued shouting at the top of his lungs, "Chirp Chirp—Chirp Chirp—where are you? Nine Nine, Little Nine?"
Before he could finish calling out, a small figure zipped back towards him with a whoosh—it was none other than Little Beast returning. Little Beast looked delighted as it gazed at Zhao Yang with an expression of bashfulness, its tiny paws fiddling in front of its fluffy white belly as if feeling shy.
"Uh, is your name Little Nine?" Zhao Yang asked curiously.
Little Beast nodded enthusiastically and grinned widely while extending its tiny paw toward Zhao Yang. In disbelief, Zhao Yang extended one finger for Little Beast to grasp. To his surprise, Little Beast actually grabbed his finger and shook it gently while chirping "Chirp Chirp," as if saying: "Hello, I'm Little Nine; nice to meet you."
"Is your name really Little Nine?" Zhao Yang asked again.
"Chirp Chirp." Little Beast nodded again and reached out its tiny paw once more. Zhao Yang hesitated but extended another finger for Little Beast to hold onto. Once again, Little Beast shook his finger and chirped "Chirp Chirp."
"I'll ask one more time: is your name really Little Nine?!" Zhao Yang questioned skeptically, fearing he might have adopted an endlessly friendly idiot. To his surprise, Little Beast excitedly reached out its tiny paw again for another handshake as if it never wanted to stop.
"Your sister, turns out you're an idiot! How can you teach me your movement technique like this?" Zhao Yang lightly flicked Little Beast on the forehead, pushing it away.
Little Beast pouted, its big, lively eyes shimmering with tears.
"Alright, alright, I was wrong. Nice to meet you, Little Nine. My name is Zhao Yang. I have a brother named Xiao Wu, but he's a golden dragon. I'll introduce you to him another day," Zhao Yang said as he took out a clean outfit from his pocket and changed into it. He felt quite indecent without proper clothing.
As Zhao Yang removed his tattered shirt and prepared to put on the new one, Little Beast suddenly zipped in front of him, its eyes sparkling with excitement. It reached for the Spirit Pearl hanging around his neck, trying to snatch it away.
"You can't have this!" Zhao Yang quickly covered the Spirit Pearl with one hand while using the other to grab Little Beast's two flailing legs and pull it off him.
Zhao Yang jumped back, pouting just like Little Beast, who looked up at him with a pitiful expression as it placed its little paws in its mouth. Holding the Spirit Pearl protectively, he said, "Alright, you can touch it, but you can't take it away. Otherwise, my mom will scold me. This is our family heirloom; if you steal it, I'll be in big trouble."
"Chirp Chirp." Hearing Zhao Yang's words, Little Beast nodded in disappointment. It extended its tiny paw to gently touch the Spirit Pearl, captivated by it but reluctant to let go after glancing at Zhao Yang.
"Yes, Little Nine is really good." Zhao Yang patted Little Beast's head as if soothing an idiot. Little Beast seemed to enjoy this attention, narrowing its eyes in delight.
"I think this Little Beast is something special; it must be just beginning to awaken its intelligence. But if I have to pamper it all day long, that would drive me crazy," Zhao Yang thought to himself. Without caring whether Little Beast agreed or not, he grabbed its fur and tucked it into his arms as he descended toward the ground.
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