I'm Dongshan!

After delivering his grand declaration, Cui Dongshan nodded lightly. Good. They knew what was good for them. Since no one had objected, he would take it that all three worlds had agreed.

Zhou Mili hugged her Golden Flat Shoulder Pole and Hiking Staff to her chest and broke into the brisk applause that was the Luopo Mountain Right Guardian's signature move.

Following the six blue stone bricks laid on the ground, Cui Dongshan launched into a round of Turtle Fist. His blows came with the force of a tiger—but the crackling came not from his fists, only from his sleeves fighting each other.

Cui Dongshan landed on both feet with his back to Little Millet and his face toward the Bamboo Building. Suddenly he twisted around and threw a punch. Seeing Little Millet looking puzzled, he had to call out a warning: "Take this punch! The most invincible under heaven and beneath the earth!"

Little Millet hurriedly spun around in place several times, then praised him from the bottom of her heart. "What a punch!"

Cui Dongshan shook out his sleeves, regret written all over his face. "Who would have thought that even after mastering this peerless fist art, I still couldn't defeat the Right Guardian? Ah, well. Let's call it an even match and fight again next time."

Little Millet scratched her cheek. She hadn't even thrown a punch yet. That was no fun.

Cui Dongshan swaggered over to the Stone Table. Little Millet quickly laid her two trusty treasures on it, then dug vigorously through her sleeves. She pulled out several handfuls of melon seeds and piled them before the big white goose. She had saved so many for so long, and at last they had a use.

Cui Dongshan began cracking melon seeds. "Little Millet, has anyone