Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

Zhu Gaoxu sat on the cloud sword, glaring at the cloud eagle that looked exactly like him, his expression a mix of anger and amusement.

Just as he was about to say something, Madam Wei, clutching her stomach, said with her last bit of strength, "Zhanji, this is a good name. From now on, Yun will be called Second Uncle. Your Second Uncle's life has been worthwhile."

Zhu Gaoxu finally couldn't hold back any longer and turned to Zhu Gaochi, shouting, "Brother! Aren't you going to do anything about your son?!"

Zhu Gaochi shrugged: "Didn't you just say I wouldn't take care of my son? Well, this time I won't."

Suddenly, Zhu Zhanhe and Zhu Zhanqi jumped down from their respective clouds and ran to Zhu Zhanji's side. Looking up at the cloud sculpture, Zhu Zhanqi innocently asked, "Big brother, big brother, why are you riding my father?"

Zhu Zhanhe looked at him with admiration: "Brother, you're so clever! You rode on my father's back. Can I ride on yours?"

Just as Zhu Zhanji was about to open his mouth to agree, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Zhu Gaochi and Zhang Yan staring at him with surprisingly identical expressions, serious yet carrying a murderous aura that said, "You dare to agree and see what happens."

If he dares to nod today, he and his wife will give him a double beating when they get home, and they'll probably break three feather dusters in the process.

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji wisely kept quiet, Zhu Gaochi suddenly turned his head and smiled at Zhu Gaoxu.

Just now, when that brat Zhu Zhanji wanted to ride the second son, he treated it as a joke—after all, it was the second son he was riding, what did it have to do with him, Zhu Gaochi?

But things are different now. That brat Zhanhe actually wants to turn him into a cloud eagle and ride him around. If the Crown Prince were to be ridden around Yingtian Prefecture on a cloud by his nephew, where would he put his face?

When gossip gets to you, it loses its sweetness and becomes somewhat awkward.

"Second brother," Zhu Gaochi said with a smile, "I was just joking with you earlier. Zhanji is so disrespectful to you, I definitely have to discipline him. After all, we're brothers, how can I let a child ride roughshod over his elders?"

He spoke with righteous indignation, as if he himself hadn't been the one who had just shrugged and said "I don't care anymore."

"Actually, I have a good relationship with Zhanji, and I know he's just joking around. I agree with him. I don't know what you, brother, are thinking..." Zhu Gaoxu looked at him expressionlessly, cursing the old fox eight hundred times in his heart.

You didn't care when your son was riding me, but now that it's your turn to be ridden, you suddenly remember you're a father. Why don't we ride each other? Anyway, I'm a prince and you're the crown prince, let's see who suffers.

Before the second son could finish speaking, Zhu Gaochi immediately turned to Zhu Zhanji, his expression turning serious: "Zhanji, quickly change that shape back. Change it now, or I'll have to beat you up with your mother today."

Zhu Zhanji didn't want to get beaten up! He immediately put it away and began to change shape. With a thought, the "Second Uncle" quickly transformed into a round little white rabbit, floating in mid-air.

He patted the rabbit's head and grinned at the group, "Dad, Mom, Second Uncle, I was wrong. I'll change! I'll call it Little White!"

Zhu Gaochi nodded in satisfaction, then turned to his other brothers and sisters-in-law and said, "The child is just being silly, please don't mind him!"

"Don't you all follow your brother Zhanji's example. Riding on your uncles and elders is just too outrageous." Then he turned to the other children and said.

Zhu Gaosui also pulled Zhu Zhanyi to his side and earnestly instructed him, "Did you hear that? You can't be like your older brother. Elders are elders; you can't ride on their coattails and fly in the sky."

Zhu Zhanyi nodded obediently. Madam Wei, standing nearby, also squatted down and took Zhu Zhanhe and Zhu Zhanqi's hands: "You two remember this, you can't ride on your father like your brother Zhanji, and you especially can't ride on your eldest uncle and third uncle. That's a great disrespect, understand?"

After giving instructions to the two children, Mrs. Wei prepared to ride the clouds to heaven.

Zhu Gaoxi clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention: "Everyone, once we're in the sky, try to stay together as a family and don't fly around aimlessly. Otherwise, with all the clouds in the sky, you might get lost."

Upon hearing this, the princesses all tensed up.

Zhang Yan looked down at her own Zhan Yong and Zhan Yin, the two younger ones, one five years old and the other four, at the age when they could be gone in an instant.

Zhang Yan spoke first: "Fourth brother is right, it's better to be safe. Let's gather all the families' clouds together, so the whole family can sit in one big room, and the child won't get lost."

Both Madam Wei and Madam Weng nodded in agreement, but Zhu Zhanhe muttered to himself, "I haven't flown enough on my own yet," only to be silenced by a glare from Madam Wei.

Although the children were reluctant, having just received their own cloud and not yet had the chance to fully experience riding it on their own, they had no choice but to comply since their parents had spoken.

So the three families each gathered the clouds together in one place.

The fusion properties of the somersault cloud were fully demonstrated at this moment. As soon as the cloud surface made contact, it silently merged into one, and its volume increased many times over.

The cloud formed by the Crown Prince's family was the largest. After all, Zhu Gaochi, his wife, and their five children were seven clouds, each one cubic meter in size, which together formed a rather large cloud.

Both the King of Han and the King of Zhao had four people. The four clouds that merged together were smaller than those of the Crown Prince's family, but many times larger than a single cloud.

Once the cloud is big enough, there are many more ways to have fun.

Zhu Gaochi's family took the lead. The large cloud formed by the merging of seven clouds slowly unfolded under their mental control. First, a pair of broad wings spread out from both sides of the cloud, with each feather clearly visible. Then, a bird with its head held high, long tail feathers, and pure white body, the Vermilion Bird, perched in the courtyard.

Zhu Gaochi stood on the back of the Vermilion Bird, hands behind his back, feeling a rare moment of pride and power.

Zhang Yan sat with several children among the wings of the Vermilion Bird. Zhu Zhanyong and Zhu Zhanyin jumped up and down excitedly, saying, "Our bird is a big bird."

The Han King's family followed closely behind. When Zhu Gaoxu saw that his elder brother had transformed into a Vermilion Bird, he immediately felt that his Cloud Sword was too petty.

After the four clouds merged, they quickly transformed under his will. The tiger's head was raised high, its eyes were wide open, its mouth was wide open as if it were roaring, its body had distinct muscle lines, and its tail lashed behind it like a steel whip.

A majestic white tiger suddenly appeared in the courtyard. Although it was also made of clouds, its fierce and menacing aura perfectly matched Zhu Gaoxu's own temperament.

Zhu Gaoxu stood on the tiger's head, hands on his hips, laughing with satisfaction: "Now that's more like me!"

Wei held Zhanqi as they sat on the tiger's back, while Zhanhe lay beside the tiger's ear, excitedly shouting "Big tiger!"

Under the combined control of their minds, the four clouds belonging to the King of Zhao slowly transformed. The tortoise's body was stable, the snake's head coiled, and the patterns on its shell were clearly visible. Xuanwu, the most stable of the four symbols, perfectly matched the King of Zhao's temperament.

Zhu Gaosui and Madam Weng sat side by side on the back of Xuanwu. Zhu Zhanyi sat obediently beside his father. Princess Zhending was held in Madam Weng's arms. She reached out her little hand to touch the cloud patterns on the back of Xuanwu and clapped her hands happily, saying, "Our family has a big tortoise."

Zhu Gaosui smiled, a rare occurrence, and gently corrected, "Yaoyao, this is Xuanwu."

Three auspicious cloud beasts, the Vermilion Bird, the White Tiger, and the Black Tortoise, were parked side by side in the courtyard. I wonder what it will be like when they take flight.