I blinked, asking, "How am I supposed to blow one?"

Without waiting for my reply, Nobita crowded close, declaring, "I want to learn too! I want to learn! This is seriously awesome. If I master this trick, I can go to any nightclub, put on a little show, and countless girls will flock over. Can you blow a pattern of a beating heart?"

I shoved him away. "Look at you, what a meager ambition. Given some superpower, all you think about is farting or chasing girls. Can't you do something useful for society?"

"Give it a rest. I don't have that kind of lofty awareness. I bet you aren't entirely without selfish motives either," Nobita pouted.

"Alright, alright, stop bickering. Are you two going to save Master or not?" Goku was so exasperated he was scratching his head.

"Save Master..." Both Nobita and I had question marks pop up over our heads simultaneously.

Goku covered his mouth, realizing he'd let something slip. Then his eyes darted around, followed by a sheepish grin. "Nothing, nothing. I didn't say anything."

The Monkey King always had that exact expression when he lied.

Actually, finding out the truth wouldn't be hard. I figured we must have somehow stumbled into a chapter from Journey to the West. Master Tang must have been captured by a demon, and this demon was clearly quite troublesome. Goku probably wanted us as his assistants.

No wonder the Monkey King wanted us tag along; it seemed we did have some utility after all.

Seeing our suspicious glances, Goku said, "Okay, okay, stop thinking about it. Do you still want to learn, or not? Do you still want to score with girls!"

I smiled faintly and replied, "We will certainly help the Great Sage. Tell us, how does one learn to blow smoke rings?"

Goku paused for a moment, then finally said, "It's simple. Just use your mind."

"Use my mind?" I questioned.

"Yes. Close your eyes, feel it with your mind, think about the shape you want to blow out, and it will naturally form as you exhale," Goku instructed.

Hearing this, I took a deep drag of my smoke and began to experiment.

I closed my eyes, picturing an airplane I wanted to form, then slowly exhaled.

Unexpectedly, just as the smoke emerged from my lips, I heard Nobita shout, "Got it! Got it!"

I opened my eyes and sure enough, the mist I had exhaled had already taken the shape of a ship's bow.

But with his shout, the rest of the smoke I exhaled didn't form properly.

Seeing Nobita interrupt me, Goku immediately became enraged, pulling out his Ruyi Jingu Bang, ready to strike Nobita.

That heavy Ruyi Jingu Bang, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, was no joke when it struck someone.

So, Nobita instantly turned as white as a sheet from fear and ended up running for his life, chased by Goku.

Watching them, I thought, Finally, I can seriously practice.

So I closed my eyes, regulated my breathing, and began meticulously blowing smoke.

Before long, I managed to produce a hazy, indistinct shape of a boat.

Just as I was feeling pleased, I suddenly heard a massive "Whoa!" sound coming from where Goku and Nobita were.

I turned my head to look and saw that Nobita was blowing out a woman who was dancing, and this woman was completely nude.

Both Nobita and Goku stared at the phantom woman, completely dumbfounded.

Then Goku let out a thunderous roar: "Idiot! Using my magic for such depraved nonsense? Just watch as I teach you a lesson today, Old Sun!"

Nobita immediately started coughing violently and took off running again.

Speechless, I glanced at Nie Chuan beside me, who wore a similarly wry smile, and shook my head.

Then I returned to my practice, this time attempting to condense the water vapor into a Somersault Cloud.

After Goku chased Nobita around five or six laps, I had already condensed a cloud about the size of a pillow in my hand.

This was actually very simple; it didn't require mobilizing the vital energy circulation within the body at all. Controlling it purely with thought projection allowed for rapid completion.

Goku happened to glance over and saw it, turning to me. "Not bad, but your speed is still too slow. Keep at it. When you can form one the size of a cartwheel, I'll teach you how to use it."

I nodded and continued practicing.

Goku, meanwhile, raised his staff again and resumed chasing Nobita.

Eventually, the two actually started fighting. Nobita used the fire-attribute psychic energy within his body to create flames to attack Goku.

Goku simply opened his mouth and spat out a ball of water, scattering the flames.

Seeing that the magical power Goku used was perfectly calibrated not to actually harm Nobita, I began to understand what was happening.

Goku wanted to use this opportunity to train Nobita. Thinking this, I couldn't help but smile internally.

Time ticked by, second by second. I practiced continuously, while Nie Chuan remained seated beside me, meditating.

Not long after, the Somersault Cloud in my hand had formed to be larger than a cartwheel and could hover not far in front of me.

At this point, Goku stopped attacking Nobita and, slightly out of breath, turned to me. "Good, that's almost enough. It seems we can descend from this waterfall now."

Saying this, he blew a breath onto the cloud in my hand, and it slowly drifted toward him.

He used his psychic energy to guide the Somersault Cloud to drift slowly towards the edge of the cliff until it lifted off the ground, hovering suspended in the open air outside the precipice.

Then he pointed at me and said, "You can get on now."

I looked at the position of the cloud and hesitated, saying, "But if this cloud can't catch me, I'll fall to my death."

Goku scratched his ear. "Get on! Get on!"

I knew he didn't want to offer any more explanations, so I nodded and slowly walked toward the Somersault Cloud.

"Don't be afraid. This Somersault Cloud was created by your own mind. If you can't trust it, it can't carry you to fly," Goku said finally.

I nodded and slowly walked to the edge of the cliff.

The cloud hovered about two meters away from the cliff edge; jumping across wouldn't be difficult for me.

So, I swallowed hard, deciding not to overthink it, gritted my teeth, and leaped toward the Somersault Cloud.

I was practically keeping my eyes shut mid-air, thinking that even if I fell, it would be into the water, and I wouldn't die, so I didn't dwell on it too much.

To my excitement, when I landed on the cloud, it actually caught me firmly.

It felt like stepping into my own sofa.

I managed to stabilize myself without much effort and felt a surge of exhilaration.

Goku, however, said, "Don't celebrate too soon. Try moving the cloud. I'll count to three, and then I'll withdraw control over this little mischief-maker."

Hearing him call it a 'mischief-maker,' my heart sank halfway.

Before I could react, the Somersault Cloud carried me and shot off with a whoosh.

The sensation was like the explosive power of a top-tier sports car starting up, except I wasn't sitting inside the car—I was standing on the roof!

This terrified me instantly. I quickly squatted down and grabbed onto a wisp of the cloud with my hands.

Although the cloud wisps were soft, I gripped them tightly enough to keep myself from sliding off.

But the cloud seemed to feel the pain, as if I had grabbed its hair, and began shaking violently left and right, struggling.

This was too much for me; I grabbed even tighter, almost clinging to the cloud's surface.

The Somersault Cloud bucked and performed sharp turns repeatedly, occasionally flipping over, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.

Looking down at the hundreds of meters of empty air below, the distant mountains spun before my eyes, and I quickly felt a wave of nausea, my vomit scattering into the wind.

The cloud completely ignored this and began spiraling upward. I felt the ground getting farther and farther away.

I felt the air thinning, and I even seemed to see Goku anxiously riding his own cloud, chasing after me.

At that moment, my hands lost their strength. With vomit lingering in my mouth, I cursed, "I created you! If you don't stop messing around, watch out, I'll disperse you!"

The Somersault Cloud seemed to sense my threat and began shaking even more violently, as if venting its frustration.

I was truly at my wit's end, but I kept thinking of a solution.

Then I said to it, "I'll make you a pink female Somersault Cloud in return. Stop causing trouble!"

The Somersault Cloud seemed to understand my words, and instantly stabilized, hovering in the air.

I still couldn't help but retch a few times, all of it drifting down from the high altitude.

After a short while recovering, Goku, carrying Nobita, caught up and stopped beside me.

"Damn it, are you okay?" Nobita asked, seeing my deathly pale face.

I wiped the corner of my mouth and, seeing two Nobita's in front of me, grinned foolishly and asked, "Nobita, did the Great Sage teach you the Clone Jutsu?"

Nobita anxiously told Goku, "It's over, he's completely gone crazy! What do we do?"

Goku waved a hand in front of his nose. "He's not going crazy that easily. The Somersault Cloud has been tamed. Let's go. Let him fly back on his own."

Seeing them leave, a chill ran through my heart again.

I sat on the Somersault Cloud for about ten minutes before I gradually began to feel better.

Adjusting my clothes, I said to the cloud, "Stop being mischievous. I'll keep my promise to you, but right now my magic isn't strong enough to create two clouds, so send me back first..."

Before I finished speaking, I felt the ground vanish beneath my feet; the Somersault Cloud suddenly dispersed on its own.

I thought, This thing's personality is too intense! Who would dare summon you again after this?

After falling a short distance, I looked down—I was about to crash onto the cliff edge and be smashed into a pulp.

Goku and the others watched me from the cliff, showing absolutely no intention of saving me.

I felt a wave of despair. However, at that very moment, I suddenly felt a soft pressure under my rear—the Somersault Cloud had reappeared on its own.

It slowly lowered me to the ground, then drifted off to the side by itself.

As soon as my feet touched the earth, my heart finally settled. Looking back at the Somersault Cloud, I saw it slowly melting into water droplets, disappearing quickly.

Goku, seeing my miserable state, was rolling on the ground, kicking his legs and laughing wildly.

But Nobita said, "Look, those water droplets formed by the cloud seem to be a line of text."

I looked down and indeed saw a line written on the ground: "I want the ** cloud made by Nobita..."

This line of text left me utterly speechless.

This Somersault Cloud is truly one of a kind. I secretly resolved that it was best to provoke it as little as possible from now on, letting out a wry, bitter laugh.