When the Devil Brat Left, Even the Air Felt Fresher

"Ahem... We can talk about founding the Guga Empire later. First, let's pack everything up, then sneak out directly tonight."

"Guga!" ×1000

Over a thousand Gugas answered in unison, their rising and falling cries shaking the leaves in the courtyard until they rustled.

In the blink of an eye, the Gugas scattered in every direction, each running back to their little nest to pack their own small bundle.

Lin Xiao touched the Guga robe on his shoulder, curling his lips into a smile. The fabric was pretty soft~

The moon slowly climbed higher in the sky, its bright light enveloping the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Most of the sect's disciples had already gone to rest, leaving only the footsteps of patrolling guards echoing around.

Lin Xiao looked up.

"Mm, it's about time. Let's go."

As soon as he spoke, the group immediately silenced all movement.

Keeping close to the base of the walls, they quietly made their way toward the outskirts of the sect.

Based on their understanding of the patrol routes,

the three humans and thousand geese traveled without obstruction, soon arriving silently beneath the outer walls of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The Gugas moved like a disciplined army, each finding their place, stacking atop one another, holding hands and stepping on heads.

Before long, they had built a goose ladder.

One after another, they climbed over it and slipped outside.

After walking some distance along the mountain path and making sure their movements could not be discovered, they finally began to stretch their limbs.

"Oh yeah! We escaped successfully!"

Ning Rongrong excitedly waved her little fists.

"Don't celebrate yet. Hurry up and run while we can. Daoist Guga's formation is concealing us, but we still can't let our guard down."

"Got it, Brother Lin Xiao. Glazed One!!"

Ning Rongrong pointed one finger at the sky in an extremely dramatic pose and shouted.

Xiao Wu refused to be outdone, striking a tacky pose.

"Soft Bone!"

The two then turned to look at Lin Xiao in unison, their eyes full of anticipation.

"..."

"Fine, I'll play along."

Looking at the expectant expressions of the two graceful young girls, Lin Xiao laughed helplessly. My little girls—I'll spoil them, then.

He then struck the pose of a golden-armored warrior.

"Guga One!"

As soon as he spoke, the Mechanic Gugas who had long been standing by immediately sprang into action.

"Clack clack clack clack—"

Amid the sounds of armor components snapping into place,

three customized sets of special armor were assembled.

Ning Rongrong's Glazed One armor gleamed with a translucent glazed blue, exquisite and lively, with cannon ports covering her shoulders and arms.

Xiao Wu's Soft Bone armor had soft, flowing lines and fit lightly against her body. Several reverse thrusters had also been added to its legs, making it suited to her movement techniques.

Lin Xiao's Guga One armor was steady and imposing, with deep patterns and a powerful presence.

Ten Mage Gugas took out flying brooms.

The remaining Gugas split into ten groups of a hundred, piling themselves into little mountains atop the brooms.

Lin Xiao cleared his throat.

"Are you ready, kids?"

"Yes, Boss!"

"I can't~ hear~ you."

"Yes! Boss!!"

"Woo~~ Take off! Let's go!"

"Boom!"

Flames erupted from the backs of the three sets of armor, lifting them slowly into the air as they flew into the distance.

The magic brooms began to shine with flowing light and slowly rose after them.

But before they had flown very far, one magic broom lagged behind at the very end.

"Guga! Fly faster, Guga! You're way too slow!"

An Evil Fat Guga patted the Mage Guga on the head.

The Mage Guga's face turned red.

She simply could not understand why all ten of the heaviest Evil Fat Gugas had ended up on her broom!

Every one of them weighed as much as ten of her!

Wasn't this bullying an honest goose?!

She could not help turning back and shouting at Fat Guga, who was still stuffing herself.

"What the guga! You make it sound so easy while standing there! If you've got the ability, let's try riding on you and flying!"

Fat Guga had a greasy chicken drumstick in her mouth. Hearing that, she froze.

Imagining her tiny body carrying ninety-nine geese, including nine as fat as herself,

she lowered her round little head and focused on gnawing the drumstick in her hands, pretending she had heard nothing.

But just as the Mage Guga turned around and lost focus for a moment,

the entire broom suddenly began spiraling downward.

"Ahhh!!!"

The Gugas piled into a mountain were sent spinning as well.

Their tiny hands clutched their companions tightly in terror, afraid they would be flung straight off.

"Guga!!"

The Mage Guga hurriedly pulled up with all her strength, finally hauling the magic broom back up and continuing after the main group.

Meanwhile, in Heaven Dou City,

beside the window of a house, a little girl with twin ponytails suddenly clapped her hands and giggled.

"Hehehehe! Mom, look, there are so many geese flying in the sky!"

"A flock of geese flying in the sky?! You can't even make up a better lie! Clearly you haven't studied enough! Five more sets of papers! You're not allowed to sleep until you finish them!"

The little girl's eyes instantly reddened. Pointing hard at the sky with her tiny hand, she defended herself through tears.

"Wuwuwuwu! Mom, there really are geese flying! So many of them, lined up in a long row!"

Seeing the child still talking back and trying to argue, the woman grew even angrier, her tone becoming more severe.

"Another five sets! Ten sets altogether! You must finish them tonight! Otherwise, no sleep!"

"Waaahhh!!"

The little girl completely broke down and burst into loud sobs, huge tears rolling down her face.

It was not until the next day

that the people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect noticed something was wrong.

Quiet. Far too quiet!

They were not afraid of the Devil Brats causing trouble; they were afraid of the Devil Brats suddenly becoming quiet.

Either they had turned over a new leaf, or they were holding back something huge.

Clearly, those little ancestors were definitely the latter.

For a time,

a group of sect disciples gathered together and cautiously made their way outside Lin Xiao's courtyard.

More than a dozen people bent at the waist, stood on tiptoe, held their breath, and clung to the top of the courtyard wall.

They peeked nervously into the courtyard, every face filled with anxiety and unease.

Inside the courtyard, a thousand Gugas chased and played in groups. Some rolled around in piles, some chased each other, and some gathered together to play little games, their lively gugugaga chatter never stopping.

In the middle of the courtyard, Lin Xiao, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu were playing a hand-clapping game.

Seeing this, Yellow-Haired, the first disciple to poke his head out, quickly pulled back and leaned against the wall with a sigh of relief. The weight on his heart finally lifted completely.

Patting his chest, he lowered his voice and complained, "See? I told you. They must have gotten tired from causing trouble and wanted to rest for a few days before tormenting us again. You people just had to be suspicious and scare yourselves!"

Still, one particularly thoughtful disciple furrowed his brow and muttered quietly.

"I still feel like something isn't right. How about we send someone in to take a look?"

The moment he spoke, the disciples beside him all waved their hands and hurriedly declined.

"You go."

"Not me. Let Wang Hao go. He's brave."

"Damn it, are you trying to screw me over? I'm not going. I'd rather slap cockroaches with my bare hands."

Yellow-Haired immediately rolled his eyes, his face full of speechlessness.

"Do you people like being tortured? Those little ancestors have finally settled down, and we can relax for a few days, yet you don't know how to appreciate it! Anyway, I'm leaving. Do whatever you want."

The other disciples exchanged glances and hurried away as well.

Meanwhile,

Ning Fengzhi sat in the garden drinking tea when he suddenly felt that even the air throughout the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had become sweet and fragrant.

"Uncle Sword, the sect feels as bright and clear as after a storm today. Could something have happened?"