On the East China Sea, silver waves surged, vast and boundless. The dark blue seawater rolled into waves, with snow-white foam crashing against the cliffs on the shore. Countless seabirds soared into the sky, their wingtips drawing lines on the water's surface...

Suddenly, a scream came from high above, startling the fish that were rushing along and the seabirds in the air. The yakshas on the sea who were patrolling with weapons shrank their necks and looked up at the sky with suspicion.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

A black figure plummeted rapidly from a great height, creating turbulent air currents. Just as the figure was about to crash into the sea, a nimble red ribbon flew out from nowhere and, like a snake's tongue, wrapped the figure back.

Then came another heart-wrenching scream:

"Aaaaaaah, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I'm afraid of heights, oh my god, ahhhhhh..."

Then it was that red ribbon again, which gently and skillfully scooped the person back to the clouds.

"How dare you! Committing crimes in the East Sea! Abducting women! You clearly don't respect the East Sea! Watch as I capture this wicked villain and take him back for questioning—"

When the patrolling yaksha saw that the screaming voice belonged to a woman, he decided to go forward and investigate.

The crab spirit, its head covered in a crab shell, trembled at the sight of the red ribbon. It desperately tried to stop the patrolling sea demon, swallowing hard as it warned:

"Do you know how the previous patrol yaksha died?"

The yaksha shook his head.

"That's Nezha's Universe Ring! Listen to me, if you ever see this Tyrant's Universe Ring in the East Sea, don't even think about using it, run away immediately!!"

Just kidding, if you really bring him back, even the Dragon King of the East Sea might have to kowtow to this demon star a few times.

The crab, dragging the yaksha along, sank to the bottom of the sea. Before leaving, it exhaled a large, startled bubble, and its gaze towards the figure in the air was filled with pity.

I wonder which unlucky person ran into Nezha, tsk tsk tsk.

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"vomit--"

Xu Milu lay on the cloud, dry heaving, feeling that there was nothing left in her stomach to vomit:

"Third Prince, are you sure this method will teach me how to ride the clouds? I've almost vomited up all the acid in my stomach! I just want to learn to fly, I don't want to die!"

That's so exciting! It's incredibly exciting!

Jumping from a great height, and then being pulled back up a second before hitting the water, all you can hear is the howling wind. You are filled with nothing but fear. How could you remember any incantation for riding the clouds?

Nezha stood to the side, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels, his fair face full of seriousness:

"You will inevitably have to fight others in the future. When you do fight, can you make your opponent wait a bit? Do you know why you can never learn the art of riding the clouds?"

Xu Milu touched her stomach and honestly shook her head:

"have no idea."

"Although the art of riding clouds is only at the beginner level, it is profound. The clouds are created and destroyed according to your thoughts. If you keep thinking that you will fall, the clouds will naturally disperse. It's strange, aren't you a phoenix? Why are you afraid of falling like a mortal? Could it be that your elders never took you out before?"

Nezha immediately pointed out Xu Milu's problem.

After thinking about it for a while, Xu Milu finally figured out why she could never master the cloud-riding technique.

Because she always remembered that she was a human being, and was always worried that she would fall and die, the cloud naturally could not gather.

No wonder Nezha brought her to the East Sea to ride the "Hun Tian Ling version of the drop tower"—it was to let her get used to the feeling of falling, and once she got used to it, she naturally wouldn't be afraid anymore.

"I understand, thank you for your guidance, Third Prince!"

Xu Milu looked down at the East China Sea below the clouds. The towns on the shore looked shrunk several times over. She gritted her teeth and prepared to try again.

Unexpectedly, a force pushed her from behind. When she turned around, she saw that Nezha's hand was still there.

"I'll give you a ride, no need to be so polite."

Don't be so polite, you son of a bitch!

Let her get used to it a little longer!

You must be a very straight man!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Xu Milu burst into tears and fell down.

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Xu Milu jumped in the East Sea for three days, and Nezha fished her out for three days. By the fourth day, Xu Milu had already grasped some vague magic and was able to condense a cloud at the last moment.

"Are you ready?"

Nezha looked at her with his arms crossed, his Wind Fire Wheels burning fiercely beneath his feet, burning away much of the surrounding clouds.

"Ready!"

Xu Milu took a confident breath, and without Nezha's help, she placed her hands on the clouds and began to fall—

This time, the feeling was indeed different from before. Perhaps knowing that Nezha would use the Hun Tian Ling to lift her up, Xu Mi Lu even opened her eyes.

As they continued to fall, the scenery above ground became increasingly clear.

On the horizon, a red sun is rising slowly, dyeing the nearby sea red. Waves roll in from afar, countless seabirds skim low over the surface, fish leap out of the water, and golden light pierces through the clouds, outlining the shape of the wind...

Beyond the cliff lies the town. At this moment, the morning light is faint, and the light and shadow constantly change as the sun rises higher. Between the overlapping of light and shadow, one can see people walking on the street.

A petrel flapped its wings beside her ear, the salty scent of the sea carried on the wind, and the azure ocean opened its arms to her. At that moment, Xu Milu opened her arms wide—

This is the taste of freedom.

"I can fly now!!!"

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