What was a mountain lord?
In Chinese, it had two meanings.
One referred to a tiger, and the other to a mountain god.
But in Chen Jue's eyes, a Born Mountain Lord from Derung legend ought to be just like the sprite-like girl before him, able to interact intimately with living creatures in nature, and even communicate with animals through some special language or vocal technique.
In ancient times, such a special ability would have been just like that of a so-called mountain god!
Chen Jue stood where he was, watching Yun Xiaomei hand out little snacks to the stump-tailed macaques, then chatter and squeak at them a few times.
The stump-tailed macaques happily took their snacks and scattered, all bounding back into the forest.
Yun Xiaomei brushed the snack crumbs off her hands as though she had completed some task, then stood up and looked at Chen Jue. A trace of disappointment flashed through her eyes as she asked, "Brother Chen Jue, can't you understand what the little monkeys are saying?"
"I thought you had the same aura as me, and none of them were afraid of you, so I thought you were born able to understand animal speech too!"
Chen Jue shook his head and answered honestly, "I've never learned animal speech. The animals you mentioned probably feel close to me because I've practiced martial arts and cultivated the Elixir Method."
"By the way, Yun Xiaomei, how old are you this year? And your teeth-how did you train yourself to grow forty of them? Do you know any marrow-training techniques?"
Faced with Chen Jue's rapid-fire questions, the girl showed no annoyance. Instead, she shouldered her basket again and motioned for him to walk along the river as they talked.
"Martial arts? Brother Chen Jue, do you mean the