That George was riding a white cloud, swaying leisurely through the sky. In the time it took to eat a meal, he traveled back and forth no more than three or four miles. Seeing this scene, Henry Clark was suddenly startled—he thought of something.

Somersault Cloud!

Yes, the Somersault Cloud. Although he wasn’t very familiar with Journey to the West, there were some special episodes he did know well, including the part where George Carter learned the Somersault Cloud.

Flapping his wings, Henry Clark closely followed behind that George. The George’s speed was absurdly slow—actually a bit slower than his own top flying speed—so Henry Clark wasn’t worried about losing track.

You see, right now, Henry Clark’s demon energy had been completely depleted, so he wasn’t afraid of triggering the formation around the Three Star Cave. The only thing he feared was Samuel Wright’s attitude.

But unexpectedly, things didn’t go as he thought. After the George returned, the Master Wright taught him the Somersault Cloud. In front of all the disciples, Samuel only mentioned that he would teach George the Somersault Cloud, but didn’t do so on the spot. Instead, he explained the principles of cloud-riding and some common techniques to the group. These techniques were ones the disciples, including Henry Clark, had heard before—just this time, the explanation was a bit more profound. So he didn’t mind Henry Clark, this little demon, listening in on the side.

It wasn’t until evening, after the disciples had all returned to their caves, that he pulled George back to the meditation room for a private lesson. Henry Clark was more than happy about this.

Why? Because he didn’t need to stay on the sidelines anymore.

The so-called cloud-riding technique refers to the most common mode of travel for high-level beings in this world of gods and demons. Of course, while the essence is the same, there are still differences—each school has its own methods. For example, immortals usually ride auspicious clouds, thanks to their immortal energy, while demons mostly ride strange winds, since they cultivate demon energy. As for the color, it varies. The flashiest is the five-colored auspicious cloud, which looks the best, while the most despised is the foul wind, or stinky wind. It’s said that a weasel spirit once used it, but the public outrage was so great that a group of demons beat it to death.

Although the essence is the same, there are differences, mainly in performance. It’s like the cars in Henry Clark’s original world: all have an engine and four wheels, but different cars drive differently.

That ball of white cotton George made during the day wasn’t even worthy of being called a car—at best, it was on the same level as a tractor.

Just like with engines, everyone understands the basic technical principles, but the truly advanced secrets—like how to make the cloud go faster, ride more comfortably, and more smoothly—are only mastered by a select few. The legendary “traveling from the North Sea in the morning to Cangwu in the evening” is like a Ferrari’s patented technology—not everyone can do it. Most people only know the old Ford Model T techniques.

As for Elder Wright, he was clearly one of the top engineers with the Ferrari engine patent, and the highest level at that—one somersault covers 108,000 miles, as easy as playing.

Naturally, that night, Henry Clark learned the key to the Somersault Cloud. But he had no intention of actually using it, because he wasn’t George—that posture was too undignified. Didn’t they say, “All immortals ride clouds by stepping up with their feet”? He wanted to step up with style, to have that immortal flair. The Somersault Cloud just wouldn’t do.

Still, it didn’t take much effort, because before teaching the Somersault Cloud, the Elder also taught the proper Ferrari technique to George. Naturally, Henry Clark heard it too.

“Why does Elder treat George so well? Could it be that George is his illegitimate child?~” Sometimes, when he had nothing to do, Henry Clark would maliciously grumble this to himself.

“Now that George has learned the Somersault Cloud, it won’t be long before he leaves. What about me?!” Henry Clark thought to himself. Over these years, hanging around Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, listening to Samuel’s teachings, had been quite carefree. But he could also see that under Elder Wright, aside from this seemingly illegitimate child George Carter, no one else had truly received his genuine teachings. The other disciples muddled through their days, and every so often, some would leave the mountain while new ones arrived. Over the years, more than half of the disciples from twenty years ago had already left, and the ones remaining were all new. George was now even called senior brother.

Although the teachings included some profound methods, every few years, Samuel would repeat previous content because of the arrival of new disciples. It was just like the schools Henry Clark attended in his previous life—a teacher would take a class through their senior year, then start again with freshmen, and so on, with the material staying much the same. Unless another disciple like George appeared, there wasn’t much more to learn.