Golden Boy and Jade Maiden-Old Orangutan, It's Normal for Your Grandson to Lose to a Dog!

"What are you thinking about?"

Bai Chenxiang's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Yang Jian came back to his senses and looked at the girl beside him.

She tilted her head at him, her purple twin ponytails swaying gently with the movement.

Those clear, bright eyes reflected his figure.

"Nothing."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze.

"Just some matters concerning cultivation."

"Cultivation?"

Bai Chenxiang's eyes lit up.

"You're already this diligent at such a young age? My grandfather always says I'm lazy and don't like cultivating. It'd be great if I were more like you."

As she spoke, she edged a little closer.

"Oh, right. What level is your Soul Power? Your dog is so strong, so you must be amazing too, right?"

Yang Jian's steps paused slightly.

"Not bad."

He glanced at Bai Chenxiang and gave his answer.

The two continued walking forward.

Before long, the main reception hall in the front courtyard came into view.

Its doors stood open, and the laughter and conversation of several clan leaders drifted faintly from inside.

Yang Jian and Bai Chenxiang entered the hall side by side.

Sunlight spilled in from behind them, casting their shadows upon the floor—one upright as a pine, the other light as a swallow.

The laughter in the hall suddenly fell silent for a moment.

The gazes of the clan leaders landed on the pair almost simultaneously.

Bai He had been drinking tea. When he looked up and saw them, his hand paused.

What a golden boy and jade maiden.

The thought instinctively crossed his mind.

Then he came to his senses.

That girl was his own granddaughter! How could he praise another family's boy?

Still, he had to admit that the two looked remarkably harmonious together.

Yang Jian wore a cloud-colored robe, his bearing cool and otherworldly.

Bai Chenxiang wore purple, her twin ponytails making her seem lively and spirited.

Standing side by side, one calm as water and one radiant as the sun, they unexpectedly suited each other.

Even Bai He himself failed to notice that he had nodded unconsciously.

Tai Tan's gaze also swept over the two before his brows knitted slightly.

"Xiangxiang, where's my grandson Tailong?"

Seeing that his grandson had gone out with Bai Chenxiang but had not returned with her, urgency inevitably colored his voice.

"Why are you panicking, Old Orangutan? He's on Old Goat's turf. Is it possible for him to just disappear?"

Bai He shot Tai Tan a glance and spoke indifferently.

Bai Chenxiang had been thinking about how to speak with Yang Jian a little longer. Hearing Tai Tan's voice, she finally came back to herself.

Remembering how Tai Tan had told his grandson to follow her earlier, Bai Chenxiang's eyes turned as a trace of mischief flashed through them. She immediately told everyone about how Tai Tan had fought Xiaotian and still failed to win.

When she reached the amusing part, Bai Chenxiang simply could not hold it in and burst out laughing.

Perhaps realizing that this was somewhat impolite, Bai Chenxiang playfully stuck out her tongue and covered her mouth with a hand.

Yet judging by her crescent-shaped eyes, she was clearly still laughing.

Tai Tan's already dark complexion turned pitch-black, like the bottom of a soot-covered pot.

Bai He, meanwhile, looked thoroughly delighted by Tai Tan's misfortune. He raised his teacup, took a sip, and said lazily.

"Old Orangutan, your grandson sure has some spirit. He actually picked a fight with a dog. Hahahaha!"

Tai Tan glared at him but could not find a word to say.

What could he say?

That his grandson had been sent flying by a dog's paw?

Niu Gao silently drank his tea beside them, pretending he had heard nothing.

"Old Orangutan, it's normal that he couldn't win. There's no need to take it too much to heart."

Yang Wudi stroked his beard as he looked at Tai Tan, a faint smile on his face.

"What do you mean by that, Old Goat? Are you mocking my grandson?"

Tai Tan could not very well say anything to a junior like Yang Jian, but he had far fewer reservations with Yang Wudi, someone of his own generation.

"You should take a look at Xiaotian before you speak."

Yang Wudi was not angered. He merely pointed at Xiaotian, who lay beside Yang Jian with a lazy expression.

"What's there to see in a dog..."

Tai Tan's words caught in his throat halfway through.

At that moment, his gaze landed on Xiaotian's head, where a black marking rose and fell slightly with Xiaotian's breathing, clearly entering his sight.

The marking resembled a ghostly face, ferocious yet carrying an indescribable dominance. Against the golden fur, it was especially striking.

"That ghost-face marking... could it be..."

Tai Tan's eyes widened instinctively. He abruptly rose to his feet, knocking his chair backward with a loud clatter.

But he paid no attention to it. He only stared fixedly at Xiaotian, the casual look on his face transforming into disbelief.

"A Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff?"

A voice suddenly sounded beside Tai Tan.

It was Niu Gao, who had been quiet all along.

His gaze was likewise fixed on Xiaotian, a sharp gleam flashing in his bell-like eyes.

"It really is a Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff!"

At some point, Bai He had already set down his teacup. His eyes narrowed slightly as he carefully examined Xiaotian lying at Yang Jian's feet.

"At this size... it's at least five or six hundred years old. Once its Domination Domain is activated, even a four-ring Soul Ancestor might not be able to take it down. No wonder it could flatten that kid Tailong."

As he spoke, he turned to Yang Wudi, his eyes full of envy.

"Old Goat, isn't your family fortune a little too substantial? You managed to get your hands on a beast-king-level Soul Beast? How much did that cost?"

As Bai He spoke, his tone carried not only unconcealed envy, but also a hint of sourness.

Over the years, thanks to the support of the Breaking Clan, the Speed Clan had finally stopped being so poor that they could barely keep food on the table as they had six years ago.

But perhaps because he had been poor for so long, Bai He had developed a minor flaw: he loved money.

Whenever he saw something valuable, his first reaction was always to ask its price.

Hearing this, Yang Wudi waved a hand.

"Xiaotian wasn't bought with money. Besides, a beast-king-level Soul Beast cub is no less rare than a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring. How could money alone buy one?"

"Not bought?"

Bai He's expression froze slightly.

"Then where did it come from?"

"It's a long story, so let's not bring it up for now."

Yang Wudi opened his mouth but did not say more.

"Don't give me that!"

Tai Tan slapped the table. His body, which had just sat down, rose to its feet again.

"If it's a long story, then make it short. Why not bring it up? Old Goat, we old fellows have known each other for decades. The Four Single-Attribute Clans have supported one another through thick and thin—there are no secrets between us! Or are you saying..."

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Yang Wudi.

"You, Old Goat, are guarding against us?"

Those words were indeed rather harsh. If Yang Wudi did not answer well, they could genuinely affect the relationship between the Four Single-Attribute Clans.

But this matter also concerned Yang Jian, leaving Yang Wudi somewhat troubled for a moment.

"There's nothing that can't be said, Grandpa."

A clear voice rang out.

Everyone turned toward the sound. The one who had spoken was Yang Jian, standing tall and straight.

His gaze met Bai He's and the others', his eyes utterly calm and open.

"Grandpa Tai Tan is right. The Four Great Clans support one another—we are family. I believe that if Grandpa Tai Tan encountered such a matter, he would certainly tell us everything he knew."