nyao looked at me with jealousy and envy, almost angry enough to rob me.

“Alright, Thunder, since you're now human, you need to act like one and not like a wild beast.”

Thunder eagerly agreed, “Got it, big brother!”

Chapter 18: Inheritance

As we traveled with Thunder, Ouyang Qianyao walked ahead, muttering to herself, seemingly upset that she hadn’t been able to make the Thunder Lion King her mount. If I didn’t have the bond of having saved her life, I’d probably be in a lot more trouble with her by now.

Seeing her sulking, I decided to break the ice, “Do you think it’ll be okay if I take Thunder to the Ghost King Sect?” Given her longer tenure at the sect, she was the best person to ask.

“You can, but you must make sure he behaves. He can’t reveal his true identity. If you present him as a mount, that’s fine, but you need to have the strength to back it up. Otherwise, you’ll have a rough time.”

Turning to Thunder, I patted his shoulder, “Did you hear that? You need to act like a human and not show any of your beastly nature, or we’re all done for.”

Thunder replied, “Big Brother, I’m yours now. You have to teach me the ways of being human. Otherwise, people will say the head leads crooked and the bottom follows.” 

Qianyao thought to herself, “Why is he talking about Thunder when he’s clearly talking about himself?”

I kicked Thunder playfully on the butt, “Where did you learn to talk like that?”

“Ouch, Big Brother! Stop kicking me. My butt is going to split open.”

“Thunder, you go ahead and clear the path. We’re heading to the Ghost King Sect, and I’ll deal with you once we get back.”

Qianyao couldn’t hold back her laughter at the antics between us, bursting out in a fit of laughter that echoed through the forest. 

Along the way, whenever we encountered weaker creatures, Thunder would revert to his lion form and roar to scare them away. For stronger enemies, Qianyao handled them efficiently. This made our journey relatively easy.

On our path, we ran into the fat man and the elderly man, whose vitality had been partially drained by the sect master. They were arguing, ready to place a bet.

The fat man, sitting on a stool, boasted, “Brother, today I’ll show you what it means to soar like a dragon!”

The weak elder retorted, “Brother, stop bragging. If you can jump thirty meters high, I’ll eat my hat. Why don't you try jumping first?”

“Brother, you’re on!” The elder grinned mischievously, having nailed the fat man’s stool to the ground and smeared it with strong adhesive. “Brother, count to five before you jump. I need to prepare.”

“What are you preparing for?”

“Just count, brother.”

“One, two, three, four, five.” With a slap of the table, the fat man leaped up. A tearing sound followed as his pants ripped, leaving his lower half expos

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