Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

What is Xiao Shuai doing at Longhu Mountain? Is he here to have his fortune told by Zhuge Yunhui? Or is he here for me? Zhang Zhiwei had some doubts.

Actually, after the general's accident, the young general wrote him a letter, but he threw it away without even reading it.

He didn't see him before because he made a series of blunders, and out of sight, out of mind. Now that Xiao Shuai seems to be at a critical juncture in his life, Zhang Zhiwei is willing to respect his decision. Of course, if he hasn't made up his mind yet, he wouldn't mind giving him a push.

Looking at the "Zhuge Yunhui" in front of him, Xiao Shuai had originally come to see the Little Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, but on the way, he heard that the divination at Tiantong Temple was very accurate, so he decided to try his luck at Tiantong Temple before going to the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"What do you want to be tested?" Zhang Zhiwei pushed the divination sticks over.

"I want to test whether I can meet..." He originally wanted to test whether he could meet the Little Celestial Master, but thinking that this was Tiantong Temple, he changed his words to "meet the Tiantong Sect Master".

In recent years, he had written letters to the Little Celestial Master and sent people to visit him, but the Little Celestial Master was always in seclusion. This was the first time he had come here in person, and he was worried that he would be turned away like before.

“What’s there to predict?” Zhang Zhiwei laughed. “This is Tiantong Temple, and the statue of the Tiantong Sect Master is right in front of you. Sitting here is the same as seeing him.”

Arriving here is equivalent to meeting the Heavenly Tong Sect Master... Xiao Shuai turned his head and glanced in the direction of the main hall. From his current position, he could see the statue of the Heavenly Tong Sect Master. The moment his eyes fell on the statue, his restless heart strangely calmed down.

Zhuge Yunhui looked at Xiao Shuai and thought to himself: Good luck, we did see him, and it was even the leader of the Tiantong Sect in person.

Xiao Shuai took a deep breath and said, "These past few years have been terrible. I've failed at everything I've done, and many people have been criticizing me..."

He paused, his voice low: "What I'm about to do, will I fail again? Will many people still criticize me?!"

Zhang Zhiwei didn't say much and handed over the lottery ticket container.

Xiao Shuai took it, solemnly raised it to his forehead, closed his eyes, concentrated, and shook it reverently. A bamboo skewer popped out with a "snap".

The bamboo skewer bears a powerful "天" (sky) character. The strokes are sharp and precise, clearly indicating its exceptional quality.

“Master Zhuge, what is the interpretation of this divination slip?” Xiao Shuai asked.

Zhang Zhiwei took the bamboo stick and examined it, saying, "This is naturally a very auspicious sign. 'Heaven' is the head of all things, the image of the Qian hexagram. The 'Heaven' in the Five Elements calligraphy style subtly corresponds to the number nine in the fifth position. The Qian hexagram in the Book of Changes says: 'The flying dragon is in the sky; it is advantageous to see a great man.'"

"What you are about to do, if it is done righteously, will surely bring you immeasurable merit! Like a flying dragon in the sky, it will be unstoppable!"

People like to hear nice things, and a hint of joy appeared on Xiao Shuai's face. He then asked, "If it works out, how will they see me? Can things turn around?"

Zhang Zhiwei said, "After the worst comes the best, and my name will be remembered in history!"

“When things reach their worst, they begin to improve…” Xiao Shuai’s eyes lit up. Although he wasn’t a diligent student, he knew that this phrase meant that when bad things come to an end, good things will follow.

As for the phrase "to be remembered in history," there's no need to elaborate further; it's far more enticing than a separate family genealogy.

He looked at the statue of the Heavenly Tong Sect Master once more. He had already resolved to do this, but his heart was filled with unease. At this moment, that unease receded like the tide, and his mind was calmer than ever before.

“Master,” Xiao Shuai looked at Zhang Zhiwei, “could you do another divination? This time it won’t be a free divination, ten thousand silver dollars per word!”

"What do you want to count?"

Zhang Zhiwei neither said it would be free nor that he would charge extra.

"How many years do I think I can live?" Xiao Shuai said.

Zhang Zhiwei took out a piece of yellow paper, picked up a pen and wrote the four characters "May you live a long and healthy life".

This isn't just idle talk; Xiao Shuai really did live a long life.

"Live to a hundred years old..." Xiao Shuai was stunned. In his life, he had done everything he should and shouldn't have done. He thought he wouldn't live long. The master in front of him actually said that he could live to a hundred years old.

One hundred years old, what an exaggerated number! He has lived to this day and has never met a person who has lived to be over one hundred!

If he could live to be a hundred years old, wouldn't that mean...? Xiao Shuai suddenly perked up, his face glowing, and a bold and unrestrained spirit emerged between his brows!

"Thank you so much, Master!" Xiao Shuai said, waving his hand to his men to get the money.

“I have no interest in money,” Zhang Zhiwei said, pointing to the donation box in front of the main hall. “Just put it in there.”

Xiao Shuai nodded, intending to leave immediately, but after taking a few steps, he turned back to look at the master behind him and bowed to him.

As he bowed, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart. The master from before seemed to have a subtly different temperament than he did now. It was as if they were not the same person.

But the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment. He took it as a misperception and didn't think much of it before turning around and leaving Tiantong Temple.

Outside the temple, Song Wu, Song Wen, and guards in plain clothes were waiting for him.

Xiao Shuai noticed Song Wen and Song Wu's expressions and laughed, "Why do you all look so gloomy? The fortune reading didn't go well."

"It's not very good, but how should I put it... there are pros and cons!"

Song Wu said that although blood loss is required, there is a difference between giving blood voluntarily and being forced to do so.

"How exactly is it bad? Tell me."

Xiao Shuai asked, worried that the other party's bad behavior might be related to what he was about to do.

"It's just a business matter," Song Wu said.

Xiao Shuai nodded; he couldn't concern himself with business matters.

"Is it related to Tiantong Steel Plant?" Song Wen interjected.

Song Wu said, "It's irrelevant. I've said it before, I won't get involved in the affairs of Tiantong Steel Plant. There's a group of Tang Clan assassins guarding it. I'm not good enough, and I don't want to end up with my head separated from my body at any time."

Song Wen nodded: "Let's go, let's go to the Celestial Master's Mansion to pay our respects to the Celestial Master, and see if we can meet the Little Celestial Master along the way."

"Seeing...seeing the Celestial Master is enough, why bother seeing the Junior Celestial Master!" Song Wu panicked upon hearing this. Having just been criticized for "ill-gotten gains," how could he dare to see Zhang Zhiwei again?

Song Wen looked at him, puzzled: "Aren't you very familiar with that little celestial master? You even paid to attend that dinner he organized for the so-called Heavenly Tong Sect Master, didn't you? What are you afraid of?"

“If having a meal makes you a familiar face? Then there are too many familiar faces, and…” Song Wu smiled bitterly, “It is precisely because I have met him that I am… afraid. To me, the Little Celestial Master is much more terrifying than the Celestial Master. I advise you not to go see him. Anyway, I don’t want to go.”

He thought to himself that since even Zhuge could see his problem, the leader of the Tiantong Sect could certainly see it too. He decided not to go looking for trouble. Even if he wanted to meet him, he would have to wait until the leader had made some proper arrangements.

Seeing Song Wu's behavior, Song Wen was somewhat disapproving. The Little Celestial Master was indeed formidable, but he wasn't a man-eating demon. Why was he so trembling with fear?
Given their status, they should be treated with the utmost respect, not to mention the Junior Celestial Master, even the Senior Celestial Master would have to. However, since they were asking for a favor this time, it wouldn't hurt to lower their stance a bit. He was different from Xiao Shuai. Xiao Shuai had come to ask Zhang Zhiwei for advice because he saw that Zhang Zhiwei was there and had been feeling a bit uneasy lately.

Song Wen came to the Celestial Master's Mansion with a purpose: he wanted to discuss the Tiantong Steel Plant with the young Celestial Master.

In recent years, Tiantong Steel Plant has grown wildly, with steel production reaching new highs year after year, exceeding the previous largest steel plant, Hanyang Steel Plant, by several times, and its scale is approaching that of some Western powers.

With such a huge pie and such an important industry right in front of us, how can we be content if we can't seize it?

In order to get a share of the profits, they have used both soft and hard tactics against Tiantong Steel Plant over the years.

But the other party was as stubborn and unyielding as a rock in a latrine, completely unmoved.

If it were an ordinary factory, and it dared to be so ungrateful, they would have already issued an order to shut it down and change hands.

But we really don't dare to take a hard line against this Tiantong Steel Plant.

Not only do tens of thousands of employees work at Tiantong Steel Plant, and they would cause trouble if their jobs were taken away, but the plant's security force is the notorious assassin organization Tang Clan.

They can ignore those troublemakers, but they cannot ignore the Tang Clan.

No matter how much trouble the peasants cause, they can send people to suppress them, but if the Tang Clan assassins are dispatched, they will be beheaded.

They can tell whether money or life is more important.

For those in high positions, the Tang Clan, an assassin organization lurking in the shadows, is the most troublesome. If they cannot be eradicated completely, the assassinations will be endless! Who wouldn't fear such constant vigilance?

In today's martial arts world, who dares to say they can take down the Tang Clan, an assassin sect that is currently at its peak?

Therefore, even though the Tiantong Steel Plant has grown larger over the years, it has never been targeted in any major way. It is simply impossible for it to hand over the plant with a single order.

Of course, because of the unrest and constant warfare over the years, they haven't had much time or energy to focus on this.

Tang Bingwen, the head of the Tang Clan, never mentioned these inside stories to Zhang Zhiwei. In his view, protecting the steel mill was their duty, and there was no need to claim credit.

However, Wang Ai and Zhang Zhiwei reported this to each other. After Zhang Zhiwei learned about it, he couldn't help but sigh that agreeing to let Tangmen invest and bind themselves to Tiantong Steel Plant back then was indeed a wise move.

Without the deterrent power of the Tang Clan, he would have faced countless troubles, both big and small, over the years.

In fact, Song Wen had also secretly contacted the Tang Clan, offering them various generous rewards in an attempt to seize the steel mill through a coordinated effort.

But Tang Clan Chief did not respond to his offer of a large sum of money. He simply looked at him with a half-smile, his one cloudy, lifeless eye. In the dimly lit Tang Family Fortress, the shadowy face sent chills down Song Wen's spine.

From beginning to end, the Tang Clan leader didn't say a single word, yet it was as if he had said everything.

Since they couldn't agree on anything, he immediately went down the mountain, left Tangjiabao, and stayed away from Chongqing until the feeling of trepidation finally disappeared.

Since then, he had several nightmares in which the one-eyed Tang Sect Master was like a deadly ghost lurking in the shadows, ready to take his life at any moment.

After that, he kept quiet for a few years and didn't try to take over the Tiantong Steel Plant again.

But in recent years, Tiantong Steel Plant has been expanding and even carrying out large-scale construction, hollowing out several mountains to build factory buildings, which has given him a new idea.

But the thought of Tang Clan Master's face made him shudder, so he wanted to bypass Tang Clan Master and talk directly to Zhang Zhiwei behind him.

In Song Wen's view, Zhang Zhiwei must have loved money, given that he created the Tiantong Church and built so many factories. Whether he kept the money for himself or used it for charity, it showed that he had a need for money.

Since there is demand, then we can talk. Although Tiantong Steel Plant is important and is the foundation of all industry, its earning power is only so-so.

Afterwards, Song Wen and Xiao Shuai went to the Shangqing Palace to see the Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing.

As for Song Wu, when he approached the Great Shangqing Palace, he had second thoughts and used the excuse of going down the mountain to wait.

Xiao Shuai and Song Wen, one commanding hundreds of thousands of troops and the other controlling the economy of China, one a civil official and the other a military leader, arrived together, so Zhang Jingqing naturally wouldn't refuse to see them.

After exchanging pleasantries, the three men said, "Celestial Master, may I ask if the Junior Celestial Master is here? I have something to ask you."

Zhang Jingqing glanced at Song Wen. In the past, he would have helped Zhang Zhiwei decline the offer, but now, Zhang Zhiwei was capable of handling things on his own, and there were some things that his master shouldn't overstep his bounds to do.

“Zhang Zhiwei is here. If you want to see him, I can send you a message. As for whether he will see you or not, that depends on his wishes,” Zhang Jingqing said.

"Master, please pass on a message to me as well. I also want to meet the young Master!" Xiao Shuai said. "Back then, he helped us a lot in the Northeast. It's a pity I've never had the chance to meet him. I want to thank him in person."

"Okay, bring it with you!" Zhang Jingqing said, picked up a piece of yellow paper, wrote a few words, pointed with her finger, and the yellow paper automatically folded, turning into a paper crane that flew out of the window.

"Master, what amazing skills you have!" Song Wen exclaimed.

"It's just a trivial skill," Zhang Jingqing said.

Before long, a young Taoist priest came to report: "Celestial Master, Senior Brother Zhiwei wishes to see Master Song."

"What about me?" Xiao Shuai asked hurriedly.

“As for this Mr. Zhang, Senior Brother Zhiwei said that you have already met, so there is no need to meet again,” the young Taoist priest said.

We've already met, there's no need to meet again. Could it be that when the fortune teller was interpreting the divination, the little master was really watching him...? Xiao Shuai's heart trembled. So, what the fortune teller said earlier was all true?

I will succeed! Will my infamous past turn around, leaving my mark on history, and will I even live to be a hundred?!

If it were a fortune teller, he would just take it as a lucky omen, but if it came from the Little Celestial Master, he would believe it without a doubt, after all, he knew the Little Celestial Master's abilities better than anyone.

Upon realizing this, he couldn't help but feel excited, no longer feeling apprehensive, his heart filled with the ambition to make great achievements and serve the country and its people!

Song Wen looked at Xiao Shuai with some confusion, wondering what he was so happy about.

Moreover, when did he meet the Little Celestial Master? I've been with him the whole time, how come I didn't know?
“Let’s go, Mr. Song, Senior Brother Zhiwei is waiting for you!” the young Taoist priest said.

Song Wen gathered his thoughts, bid farewell to the Celestial Master, and then followed the young Taoist priest to see Zhang Zhiwei.

As for Xiao Shuai, he had already led his men down the mountain, his steps light and quick, a stark contrast to the heaviness he felt on his feet as he ascended. (End of Chapter)