"Bang!"

After all, he was considered the master, and in the battle against the Golden Rat, Shushu didn't have much of an advantage at first.

After only ten or so moves, the golden rat seized an opportunity, kicked her hard, and sent her flying, crashing to the ground behind her, wincing in pain.

However, she was a stubborn person who refused to admit defeat. She rubbed the spot where she had fallen and hurt herself, then turned around and got up. With a sharp look in her eyes, she charged straight at the golden rat again.

Then, after another ten or so moves, the yam once again transformed into a streak of light and flew backward, crashing into the same crater as before.

The potato looked at the crater she had smashed into, somewhat speechless, but quickly regained its spirits. It clenched its paws, gave itself a pep talk, and charged at the golden rat with renewed vigor.

At the same time, he gritted his teeth and thought to himself that he must hold on longer this time, and also, he must not fall into the pit he just hit.

The golden rat had no idea what the glutinous rice was thinking. Seeing that she was in good spirits, it showed no mercy.

Twenty moves later, Shushu was still thrown into that pit, face down.

When Shushu finally managed to get up, he realized that his face had been smashed flat.

With a resentful look at its ancestor, Shushu stretched out its paws and rubbed its face for a while to restore its features. Then, it gritted its teeth and charged forward again.

I don't know if it was the golden rat's wicked sense of humor, but for a long time afterward, the sweet potato's endurance gradually increased.

But no matter how much she resisted, without exception, she would be thrown into that pit, sometimes face up, sometimes face down.

Finally, after being knocked away for who knows how many times, Shushu's eyes lit up, he grinned, grabbed the golden rat, and before landing, he did his best to turn around.

And so, the golden mouse was tricked into being the last one to be fed by the millet and sweet potato, and it practically crawled out with gritted teeth.

After this experience, the yam quickly learned to use various tricks. The two mice not only competed in agility but also began to compete in various bad ideas.

Neither of the mice was easy to deal with; they came up with all sorts of tricks and strange methods, and with their occasional little schemes, Shushu wasn't in as bad shape as he had at the beginning.

And so life went on, day after day. At first, the millet was completely suppressed, then it could barely fight back, and finally it could fight back against the golden rat.

The contest between them only ended when she completely defeated the golden rat. The golden rat then squatted down opposite the yam with a smile, looking at the yam with loving eyes.

He didn't speak, but it spoke volumes.

Feeling something, the glutton couldn't hold back its tears and went forward to hug the golden rat, burying itself in its arms: "Ancestor, please don't go."

Jinshu wasn't surprised that Shushu would guess it. He smiled and patted Shushu gently in his arms, but avoided talking about her request. Instead, he began to explain in a gentle voice.

“Little one, you have awakened my bloodline, which means that the heavy responsibility of the Treasure-Seeking Rat Clan will fall on your shoulders. The Ancestor does not ask you to lead everyone to great distances, just to keep them safe and sound.”

At this point, it paused, and a jade stone appeared in its hand, which it stuffed into the millet claw.

"This contains records of where our ancestor hid things. Only my bloodline can open it. Take some time to go and explore, and take whatever you can. Consider it a gift from our ancestor."

Immediately afterwards, it tapped its paw, and a ray of golden light floated towards the center of Shushu's forehead.

"This is the trump card that the Ancestor left you to protect yourself. It can withstand a full-force attack from an immortal. However, the Ancestor hopes that you will never have to use it. Alright, little one, you should go back now."

After saying that, the golden rat pushed the yam forward with all its might. The yam felt itself being pushed away from that warm embrace, and the whole rat was desperately backing away.

As the golden rat shrank little by little in her sight, Shushu stretched out her paws to try to control her body, but found that her body was completely out of her control and she was still backing away.

When the golden rat was reduced to a tiny dot in her sight, she finally succumbed to the shock and fainted again.

When she woke up again, she found herself inside a golden oval-shaped object, holding the jade given to her by the ancestor in her hand, and a wisp of solidified golden light between her brows.

Even her body and meridians underwent tremendous changes, and the rat itself transformed from a white rat into a golden rat.

With a little thought, he could clearly recall everything in his mind, including the movement techniques and how to help his clansmen activate their talents.

Knowing that everything was not a dream, Shushu breathed a sigh of relief and carefully put the jade away.

Just as it was about to stretch, its two raised front paws accidentally bumped into the oval-shaped thing that was wrapping around it.

The next moment, two consecutive cracking sounds were heard, and two large holes were punched out where her two claws made contact.

Unexpectedly, he had become the giant rat's sweet potato. He was a little embarrassed and awkwardly withdrew his two paws. He then noticed that there were two big eyes in the two holes.

The sudden appearance of those eyes startled Shushu, who instinctively threw two punches.

Then, she heard two familiar "ah" sounds.

The glutinous rice ball was puzzled. After thinking for a moment, she reached her two paws toward the two holes and, with a little force, broke off a large piece of golden material.

The world before my eyes has finally returned to normal, instead of being golden.

Then, she suddenly met two pairs of resentful gazes, belonging to the old ancestor of Shuqiu and her second grandfather, Shucai.

Looking at the two mice, each with one eye completely black, Shushu couldn't help but recall the two familiar "Ah" sounds from just now.

Immediately, Shushu understood what was going on and touched his nose somewhat guiltily.

Just as I was about to apologize, I felt a large number of intense gazes upon me.

Following her senses, she looked up and, lo and behold, hundreds of pairs of bright eyes were all staring at her with excitement.

The shorter ones stood at the front, like stacks of Jenga, increasing in number, crowding the shore to the brim.

When they saw her looking over, the owners of these gazes raised their furry paws and greeted her with bright smiles.

The millet was stunned for a while before it reacted, waving its furry paws in response.

The next moment, a deafening cheer erupted in my ears.

Immediately afterward, one mouse, unable to contain its excitement, jumped into the hatching pool, followed by two, three, four...

In the blink of an eye, all the mice jumped in and swam toward the millet.