He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Zhang Lingyu raised his eyebrows slightly; he had witnessed Zhang Chulan's outrageous abilities.

But the information was so outrageous that the entire Celestial Master's Mansion leadership chose to wait and see.

"That's alarmist." Zhang Lingyu tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

"Alright then." Zhang Chulan sighed.

He took half a step back, creating some distance.

"Then I'll convey the message in a way that you can understand."

Golden light surged from Zhang Chulan's body, spreading a flowing light membrane as it merged with the energy of the Shining Fruit, which was in harmony with his innate Qi.

The disciples on both sides of the mountain gate instinctively drew their swords.

Zhang Lingyu formed a hand seal with his fingertips, and a bolt of dark lightning danced on the sword.

"Water-stained thunder!" a disciple exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Chulan watched as the gray-black lightning bolt hurtled towards him, his expression remaining calm.

Last time, he was caught off guard by this move and almost couldn't catch it.

This time it's different.

His body lost its physical texture in the light, becoming translucent and bright.

The speed of light of the Glitter Fruit.

Zhang Lingyu's sword struck the air.

To be precise, it struck the spot where Zhang Chulan was standing just a second ago.

"Over here."

The voice came from three meters behind him.

Zhang Lingyu suddenly turned around and saw Zhang Chulan leaning against the stone pillar of the mountain gate.

With arms crossed and toes barely touching the ground, he looked relaxed, as if he were enjoying the scenery.

During the movement, he did not generate even the slightest fluctuation of Qi.

"Brother Lingyu, when you fought me last time, I hadn't fully mastered this ability yet." Zhang Chulan raised his right leg, golden light gathering and swirling at his ankle. "Now I can tell you with absolute certainty..."

"You can't catch it."

He didn't give Zhang Lingyu any time to prepare.

Light-speed kick.

A golden streak of light tore through the air, and before anyone could react, Zhang Chulan's foot had already stopped in front of Zhang Lingyu.

The wind pressure from the kick made Zhang Lingyu's Taoist robe flutter loudly, and the disciples behind him were pushed back five steps by the aftershock, and a two-meter-long crack appeared in the middle of the stone slab under their feet.

But Zhang Chulan didn't kick it.

He straightened his stance, looked at Zhang Lingyu whose face had turned pale, and smiled.

"See? If I want to go in, you can't stop me."

Zhang Lingyu's hand gripping the peach wood sword was trembling.

Anger and humiliation.

He had already lost once a month ago, and now the gap has not only not narrowed, but has become an insurmountable chasm.

He could see the trajectory of the golden light as Zhang Chulan retracted his ankle, and he could feel the terrifying kinetic energy contained in that wind pressure.

If that kick had landed, how many of his ribs would have broken?

Five? All of them?

"But I'm not here to fight."

Zhang Chulan suppressed his brilliance and reverted to his usual carefree tone.

He pulled the black business card out of his pocket again and waved it at Zhang Lingyu.

"Do me a favor and deliver this to your sect leader. Just say..."

"What happens three months from now is ten thousand times more important than the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

Zhang Lingyu didn't take it. "Your things don't deserve it..."

"Spirit Jade".

An aged yet powerful voice came from deep within the mountain gate, interrupting Zhang Lingyu's words.

All the disciples turned around and bowed at the same time, even those with the straightest backs bent over.

Zhang Lingyu's body stiffened slightly, and he subconsciously sheathed his sword and knelt on one knee.

"Grandmaster Uncle".

Zhang Chulan raised his head and looked at the winding stone steps leading up the mountain.

A gaunt old man in an old cloth shirt was leisurely walking down the mountain carrying a pot of wine, his gait as casual as an old farmer going to the market to buy soy sauce.

But Zhang Chulan's Sparkling Fruit cells became fully active at this moment.

An unstable golden light appeared on the skin's surface; it was an instinctive defensive reaction in the face of extreme danger.

Zhang Zhiwei.

The ceiling of Longhu Mountain, the old monster standing at the very top of the world of supernatural beings.

The old man walked to the mountain gate in his slippers, and first glanced at the cracked stone slab on the ground.

He glanced at Zhang Lingyu's expression again, and finally his gaze fell on the black business card in Zhang Chulan's hand.

"Kid," Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, "that thing in your hand, it has a peculiar energy?"

His eyes narrowed, and something gleamed in those cloudy old eyes.

shhhhh!

Zhang Zhiwei moved closer to Zhang Chulan, sniffing like an old dog that had caught a bone.

His attention was entirely focused on the black metal business card, his old eyes filled with pure curiosity, and he exuded no oppressive aura whatsoever.

But Zhang Chulan's back was already soaked.

The old man in front of me had a deep, unfathomable rhythm with every breath he took.

It was a natural rhythm that had become one with heaven and earth.

Standing in front of him felt like standing next to a dormant volcano.

"show me."

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand; his fingers were dry and thin, and there was dirt under his fingernails.

Zhang Chulan hesitated for half a second before handing over the business card.

Zhang Zhiwei took the business card, looked at it over and over several times, then held it to his ear, shook it, and flicked it.

"Grandmaster Uncle!" Zhang Lingyu's lips twitched with anxiety. "That's something of unknown origin. What if it's poisonous..."

"Shut up, Lingyu."

Zhang Zhiwei didn't even turn his head, holding the business card up to the sunlight.

"Interesting, this thing is not within the Five Elements."

The old man's tone was filled with intense interest.

He handed the business card back to Zhang Chulan, then scratched the back of his head with his free hand: "Kid, what did you just say? Something was going to fall from the sky in three months?"

"To be precise, it's an alien invasion, and possibly earlier than planned." Zhang Chulan put the business card away.

"Hundreds of thousands of bio-monsters that cannot be killed by Qi can turn living people into their own kind."

"Wang Ai has been assimilated, and the core members of the Wang family have all been wiped out. You should know this."

Zhang Zhiwei's expression didn't change much; he still had that kind and benevolent old farmer look.

But Zhang Lingyu's expression changed behind him.

He knew about the Wang family's affairs; the Celestial Master's Mansion had received a report from Nadutong three days prior...

Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders, is dead.

Cause of death: Anonymous high-energy weapon, leaving no body behind.

"I know." Zhang Zhiwei nodded. "So you brought this thing up the mountain to try and drag us down with you?"

Zhang Chulan spread his hands: "I wanted to bring you on board, Celestial Master."

"There are already several hundred people from Na Du Tong on this ship, thirty-seven elites from Tianxia Hui, and two technological monsters from another universe."

"If you don't get on the ship, the fate of Longhu Mountain three months from now won't be much better than that of the Wang family."

Zhang Lingyu couldn't help but speak up: "How arrogant! Longhu Mountain has a thousand-year-old heritage; how could a mere alien monster possibly..."

"Spirit Jade".

Zhang Zhiwei interrupted him a second time, his tone still gentle.

But Zhang Lingyu shut his mouth and dared not speak again.

The old master tilted his head and looked Zhang Chulan up and down, his curiosity growing stronger in his old eyes.

"Kid, I wanted to ask about that aura you have when I watched the video last time."

He pointed to Zhang Chulan's abdomen.

"Your dantian contains two completely different energy systems. One was left to you by your grandfather, and the other..."

"It's like swallowing a sun whole."