One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

Ten thousand meters above the ground, the wind was fierce.

The golden cloud boat resembled a shooting star tearing through the sky, leaving a long, turbulent trail above the sea of ​​clouds.

No wind-blocking formations were activated.

The wind howled as it rushed into the ship, making everyone's faces tremble violently.

"vomit--!!"

A loud, drawn-out vomiting sound could still be clearly heard even amidst the deafening wind.

Wang Ye had most of his body hanging out of the ship's side, his hands gripping the railing formed by golden light tightly. His face was sallow, his eyes were unfocused, and he hung there limply as if his bones had been removed.

"Old Zhang...Master Taichu..."

"Slow down...slow down..."

"I'm about to vomit my bitter gall..."

Wang groaned weakly, feeling as if his internal organs were shifting with the rocking of the cloud boat.

He'd seen people get carsick, and he'd seen people get seasick.

But this golden glow was a first for me.

This doesn't look like traveling by boat!

This is clearly like being strapped to a supersonic golden light bulb, and having to endure the constant mental pollution emanating from Zhang Taichu's domineering aura.

"Hehehe, Lao Wang, is it any good?"

Zhang Chulan sat cross-legged in the middle of the deck, one hand shielding him from the wind, the other holding up his phone, the camera pointed directly at Wang Ye's lifeless face, his smile utterly smug and mischievous.

"Wang, the esteemed successor of the Feng Hou Qi Men school and a Taoist master from Wudang Mountain, actually gets seasick?"

"Come on, look at the camera and give the viewers in the live stream a smile!"

"If this video were posted on a forum for people with unusual or supernatural abilities, it would definitely top the trending topics list!"

"This wave, this wave is called Wudang Wang Ye, spraying online."

"Zhang Chulan... you son of a bitch..."

Wang Ye turned around with difficulty, his hand trembling as he extended a middle finger, making a less-than-perfect international friendship gesture:

"Once I recover... I'm going to plant you inside me... Ugh—!!"

Before he could finish speaking, another upheaval occurred.

Zhang Taichu sat on the grand master's chair at the bow of the boat—a chair he had casually sculpted with golden light.

Holding a can of ice-cold cola that he'd somehow managed to pull out, a lazy smile curled at the corner of his lips as he listened to the commotion of the two clowns behind him.

"Okay, stop throwing up."

"If you keep vomiting, you won't even be able to stand up when we get to Biyou Village, how will you watch the show?"

Zhang Taichu tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of soda. The icy liquid slid down his throat, bringing a touch of comfort to this tedious flight.

He did not slow down.

Instead, with a thought, the cloud boat beneath his feet emitted another deep rumble, its speed increasing even further.

If you're going to cause trouble, you have to do it with the force of thunder and lightning.

Zhang Chulan put away his phone and stopped teasing Wang Ye. Instead, he shifted his position and moved closer to Zhang Taichu.

The oncoming wind forced him to squint, and his face, which usually wore a sly smile, now showed a rare seriousness.

"Grandmaster, are we really just going to charge straight back like this?"

"That Ma Xianhong... although he's a bit stubborn, the body-cultivating furnace he created is indeed quite ingenious from a technical point of view."

"If this thing, which can transform ordinary people into superhumans, could be mass-produced, its impact on the entire superhuman world would be no less than a nuclear explosion."

Zhang Taichu chuckled softly, his fingers gently stroking the cold metal exterior of the soda can in his hand:

"Zhang Chulan, what do you think that stove is?"

"Huh?" Zhang Chulan was taken aback, scratching his head. "It's... a machine that can turn ordinary people into superhumans? Or rather, an assembly line that can mass-produce experts?"

That's just appearances.

Zhang Taichu shook his head, his gaze fixed on the endless sea of ​​clouds before him. His voice was calm, yet it carried a profound and penetrating clarity:

"In my opinion, that's nothing more than a giant baby finding a shortcut for himself."

"Cultivation is inherently going against the will of Heaven; it is a path that requires taking one step at a time and crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"Just like your grandfather, just like the old Celestial Master, just like every powerful person in this world whose name you can name."

"Which one of them didn't go through countless trials and tribulations to develop their current skills?"

At this point, Zhang Taichu scoffed, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes:

"But that Ma Xianhong is quite something."

"Regardless of temperament or aptitude, as long as you go inside that iron lump and take a spin, you'll come out as a master, someone with superior talent."

"What's this called?"

"This is an insult to the Way."

Zhang Taichu crushed the aluminum can in his hand, making a cracking sound.

"Power gained out of thin air without tempering one's character and experiencing the test of life and death is nothing but a castle in the air."

"He thought he was benefiting the people, but in fact he was creating disaster."

"This kind of arrogance that treats people like spare parts to be repaired and patched up..."

Zhang Taichu casually tossed the flat aluminum can overboard, watching it be instantly swallowed by the raging wind.

"It's disgusting to look at."

Zhang Chulan fell silent.

He looked at Zhang Taichu's profile.

This was the first time he had ever heard his martial uncle say such a thing.

Normally, this uncle was always lazy and seemed to have no enthusiasm for anything. He was either sleeping or looking for fun.

But at the moment.

Zhang Chulan sensed in this man a kind of pure persistence and pride belonging to cultivators.

It is a kind of reverence for the rules, and also an absolute contempt for opportunists.

"Cough cough..."

Behind him, Wang Ye finally finished vomiting.

He leaned against the railing, his face pale as he straightened up, wiped the sour taste from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Old Zhang's words... though harsh, are indeed reasonable."

"I've seen Ma Xianhong's layout in the interior scenes."

"It's big, but it's also really... crunchy."

Wang Ye took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning in his stomach, and made a few calculations in his sleeve with his right hand.

hum!

A wisp of pale blue Qi light flashed and disappeared at his fingertips.

That was a deduction from the Feng Hou Qi Men method.

"This trip..."

Wang Ye frowned, his eyes becoming somewhat strange:

"The fate of Biyou Village has run its course."

"And it's a very bad omen."

"I originally thought this ominous sign would be directed at the company or the crackdown by NaDuTong."

"But I just had my fortune told again..."

He raised his head, his gaze complex as he looked at Zhang Taichu, who was sitting in the armchair.

"The source of this ominous sign is a ball of fire."

"A golden, domineering fire."

"It will destroy that so-called new Jie Sect, that seemingly perfect cultivation furnace, and Ma Xianhong's idealistic dream..."

"Burn it completely clean."

"This is a physical ritual to deliver the deceased...?"

Wang Ye sighed and shook his head:

"Ma Xianhong meeting you is the worst luck imaginable."

"Don't make your advisor sound like a terrorist."

Zhang Taichu rolled his eyes at him and leaned back in his chair.

"I am helping him."

"Only by shattering his dream will he wake up."

"As for whether he goes mad or becomes enlightened after waking up, that depends on his own fate."

"What about the company?"

Zhang Chulan was still somewhat uneasy, his brows furrowed.

"Uncle-Master, with us making such a big show of our attack, Zhao Fangxu must have already received the news."

"What if they try something sneaky while we're fighting with Ma Xianhong..."

"Or they might pin a label on us afterward..."

These convoluted thoughts were always swirling in Zhang Chulan's mind.

He's someone who crawled out of the mud, and he's used to thinking the worst of people.

"To label someone?"

Zhang Taichu seemed to have heard a joke.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Chulan, a hint of amusement in his eyes:

"Zhang Chulan, you'll remember this."

"So-called conspiracies and schemes, so-called weighing of pros and cons, are things that only the weak need to consider."

"When your fist is big enough to overturn the table, big enough to make the rule-makers have to look at your face."

"You will find out."

"All the scheming is nothing but a joke."

Zhang Taichu slowly stood up.

The strong wind made his Taoist robe flutter wildly, and his full head of black hair danced wildly behind his head.

An extremely terrifying pressure erupted from his body without reservation, instantly enveloping the entire cloud boat.

Even the surrounding clouds were shaken away by this force, revealing a clear blue sky.

"Zhao Fangxu is a smart man."

"He knows who he can mess with and who he can't."

"As long as I don't rebel and create a hole in the sky."

"Even if I demolish Biyou Village into ruins, he'll just follow behind and hand me a hammer, and maybe shout '666' for me."

"This is absolute power."

"arrive."

Just then.

Zhang Taichu uttered two words calmly.

Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye were startled and quickly rushed to the side of the ship to look down.

The clouds below dispersed.

A range of rolling mountains came into view.

Nestled in the embrace of those mountains, a seemingly peaceful and serene little village sits quietly.

Biyou Village.

Even at an altitude of ten thousand meters, with the eyesight of an extraordinary person, one can still see the well-arranged buildings in the village, as well as the unique magical artifact fluctuations emanating from them.

"It looks...quite quiet."

Wang Ye muttered to himself.

"Yes, it's quite quiet."

Zhang Taichu stretched his neck, producing a series of crackling sounds.

The smile on his lips gradually widened, becoming somewhat ferocious and unrestrained.

Like a tiger that has spotted its prey.

"pity."

"They're about to start arguing."

Zhang Taichu raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the deck of the cloud boat beneath his feet.

boom!!!

The golden cloud boat, which had been flying steadily, seemed to instantly turn into a meteorite that had lost its power.

The bow of the ship suddenly slammed downwards.

It carried a piercing sound as it cut through the air, and an aura of world-destroying power.

Heading towards the small village below.

Straight ahead.

It smashed down!

Holy crap!!!

"Grandmaster! Landing! It's landing! Not crashing!!"

"Old Zhang! I just stopped feeling dizzy! And you're going to do a freefall again?!"

In the wind.

Then came Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye's terrified screams.

But these sounds were quickly swallowed up by the violent sonic boom.

"Hold on tight, guys!"

"Let's go give it to Village Chief Ma..."

"Send the bell!"