I want to pinch it so badly, it's so cute!

Seeing the chibi versions of Shen Yulou and Zai Zai, Chi Yuan's heart fluttered, and he unconsciously pinched Shen Yulou twice through his pocket.

It's so bouncy and soft, it feels so good!

Just as he was feeling satisfied and his attention was being diverted from his pocket, he saw a man in blue robes riding a griffin at high speed in the distance.

"Fellow Daoist, run!!"

The man in blue thought Chi Yuan was frightened because he didn't move.

Looking back at the black-scaled python behind him, he gritted his teeth and controlled the griffin to approach Chi Yuan, wanting to reach out and pull Chi Yuan away.

"The bright moon hangs in the sky—lock!"

Two cultivators suddenly appeared in front of the black-scaled python. One of them, a woman in white, stretched out her staff and chanted incantations, causing a huge chain to burst from the ground.

"Diamond Fist!"

A monk dressed in a yellow robe, with a string of prayer beads around his neck, leaped down from a nearby tree and unleashed a barrage of powerful punches and kicks that left afterimages on the black-scaled python.

While hitting it, he chanted "Amitabha" and his hands moved faster and faster until he knocked the black-scaled python into the ground and buried it.

"Buddha's Palm!"

The monk leaped into the air, tumbled three and a half times, and then swung his final palm towards the ground.

A giant golden hand slammed into the ground, leaving a five-foot-deep palm print.

The black-scaled python was not only dead, but its corpse was also nowhere to be found, having been pressed down somewhere.

"So...so violent."

The man in blue standing next to Chi Yuan swallowed hard.

"This monk is not bad."

Shen Yulou was captivated by this violent aesthetic. He huffed and puffed as he climbed to the edge of Chi Yuan's pocket, prying his head out from under the opening.

This movement requires a lot of arm strength.

He turned his head and looked at the two small hands that appeared beside him.

These are the hands of a child who really wants to stand next to you.

The little guy didn't have the strength to pull himself up, so he couldn't stick his head up either.

But his two little hands could grip the edge of his father's pocket very tightly and not let go for a long time.

Kids have amazing grasping abilities.

Shen Yulou sighed, wanting to move over, hug his own cub, and jump back into his pocket so that he wouldn't have to work so hard to catch him.

But Chi Yuan, who had been watching the father and son closely, put his hands in his pockets and lifted the baby's bottom up.

They even lifted Shen Yulou's feet and provided them with stools for free.

Shen Yulou and Zaizai's two adorable faces rested together on the edge of the pocket.

The little guy was even shaking his head from side to side, his chubby feet bobbing up and down.

Chi Yuan's heart was melting.

What do you think of this monk?

Shen Yulou glanced at the monk and began to discuss with Chi Yuan.

"They're pretty good, but not as good as me."

Well, that answer is in line with the narcissistic nature of his big dog.

"So, do you think I'm better or you are...?"

"You're amazing."

Without any hesitation, Chi Yuan immediately answered.

The other duo was also discussing the monk.

Do you think he's more capable or you are?

Su Yao nudged the arrogant man next to her.

"That would definitely be... he gets 30% and I get 70%, he might even kneel down and beg me."

The arrogant man's voice lingered and twisted, but the final words he uttered made Su Yao unable to help but laugh.

"How did you put together that?"

"I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you in such a hurry? All you do is try to ridicule me."

"I'm saying that he punched me three times and I died on the seventh day after his death."

"He'll definitely kneel down and beg me not to die."

The arrogant man gave a few cold snorts, tilting his head back haughtily.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was incredibly talented.

"Can't you, a genius of the Myriad Swords Sect who appears only once every ten thousand years, have any backbone?"

Su Yao was helpless.

"If your ancestors heard what you said, they'd probably ruin your hands from wielding a sword."

"What are you afraid of? They won't hear you."

Jian Wuhen's eyes darted around, but he didn't see anyone he recognized.

So he continued to act all high and mighty without a care in the world.