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

Longhu Mountain, the back mountain.

The afternoon sun was just right, filtering through the lush foliage of the ancient trees and casting its rays into the tranquil courtyard.

Several unidentified birds were perched on the stone table, chirping and pecking at a few grains of rice.

In the center of this serene scene, an old man dressed in a tattered Taoist robe is sprawled unceremoniously on a bamboo recliner that has been passed down for generations.

Zhang Zhiwei, the Old Celestial Master.

At this moment, a thread-bound book covered his face, and his breathing was even and long. With the rise and fall of his chest, the ancient book swayed up and down.

"call……"

"suck……"

If you ignore his terrifying cultivation level, which is enough to intimidate the entire world of supernatural beings, he looks like an ordinary old man enjoying his lunch break.

however.

This tranquility did not last long.

Rumble—!!!

A muffled rumble suddenly came from ten thousand meters in the sky, instantly shattering the tranquility of the back mountain.

The sound grew louder and closer, like a runaway high-speed train hurtling towards them.

The birds that had been perched on the stone table were startled and all flew away in a flurry.

Even those ancient trees, each as thick as a person's embrace, were blown about by the strong wind, their leaves falling to the ground with a rustling sound.

The old Taoist master did not get up from the recliner.

He merely frowned slightly in annoyance, reached out and removed the ancient book from his face, revealing a pair of eyes that looked somewhat cloudy yet unfathomable.

He raised his hand to shield his forehead from the slightly glaring sunlight, squinting as he looked up at the sky.

A huge, golden cloud boat was crashing down on his small courtyard with the force of Mount Tai.

The strong wind whipped up dust from the ground, turning the courtyard that the old Taoist master had just swept clean into a smoky mess.

"Cough cough..."

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand, brushing away the dust in front of him, and his lips twitched involuntarily twice:

"That brat..."

"Making such a big fuss just to come home, don't they know old people are light sleepers?"

Just when the cloud boat was still more than ten meters above the ground.

hum!

The massive golden ship suddenly stopped, hovering in mid-air as if defying the laws of physics.

Followed by.

Several figures leaped off the boat.

Leading the group was Zhang Taichu, still dressed in a spotless blue Taoist robe.

Behind him, Zhang Chulan was carrying an unconscious person. When he landed, he slipped and almost fell flat on his face.

"Master...Master! May you be blessed!"

As soon as Zhang Chulan regained his footing, he threw the goods he was carrying on the ground and immediately launched into a perfect kneeling motion towards Zhang Zhiwei, who was sitting on the recliner, his face plastered with a fawning smile:

"Your grandson greets you!"

"Um... I hope I didn't disturb your peaceful meditation?"

Zhang Zhiwei ignored Zhang Chulan's antics.

His gaze passed over Zhang Chulan and landed on his junior brother, who still had a stern face and looked as if someone owed him a fortune.

"Oh, you're back."

Zhang Zhiwei sat up, stretched, and his joints cracked all over his body.

"How is it?"

"Did you have fun on your trip down the mountain?"

"I saw on the news that there was a great commotion of gongs, drums, and firecrackers."

Zhang Taichu walked straight to the stone table, and without any ceremony, picked up the slightly chipped purple clay teapot and took a big gulp of cold tea.

"Pooh."

He spat out a tea stalk from his mouth and casually tossed the teapot back onto the table.

"Happy my ass."

"A bunch of clowns put on a makeshift show and put on a terrible performance."

After saying that, he turned around and pointed to the unfortunate guy that Zhang Chulan had thrown on the ground:

"Here you are."

"I brought you a local specialty."

Zhang Zhiwei looked in the direction he was pointing.

Ma Xianhong was still unconscious, his body wrapped in golden ropes that had not yet dissipated, his face was pale, and there was still a faint trace of black energy between his brows.

"This is……"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes narrowed slightly, his previously languid expression instantly vanishing, replaced by a glint of sharpness:

"That kid from Shenji Bailian?"

"How did it get into this state?"

"He's lost his mind."

Zhang Taichu pulled over a stone bench, sat down, crossed his legs, and spoke casually as if he were discussing whether the pork was fresh or not:

"He was already stubborn, and then someone sabotaged him."

"Dual-wielding hands".

Upon hearing those three words, Zhang Zhiwei's usually half-open eyes suddenly opened wider.

He didn't speak, but just looked at Zhang Taichu quietly, as if waiting for him to continue.

"Someone doesn't want him to speak; they want to turn his brain into mush from a distance."

Zhang Taichu pointed to his temple and sneered:

"Although I chopped that hand back, this kid's sea of ​​consciousness has been tormented and riddled with holes."

"He's a ticking time bomb right now."

"Should we hand him over to those incompetent guys at the company?"

Zhang Taichu curled his lip, his face full of disdain:

"In less than three days, he will either become a drooling idiot or be remotely controlled to blow that bunker to smithereens."

Zhang Zhiwei stroked his sparse goatee and nodded thoughtfully:

"so……"

"You're just going to dump him on me?"

"Otherwise what?"

Zhang Taichu shrugged confidently:

"Looking across the entire world, besides Longhu Mountain, besides you, senior brother, who else can keep this kid in check?"

"And who can break those dirty hands when they reach out again?"

Upon hearing these words, Zhang Zhiwei's originally serious face suddenly revealed a helpless, bitter smile.

He extended his finger and pointed at Zhang Taichu in a mock manner:

"You, you..."

Even though he's nearly a hundred years old, his habit of bossing people around hasn't changed at all.

"Bringing trouble home and making it sound so noble."

Although he said that, Zhang Zhiwei did not refuse.

He stood up, slowly walked to Ma Xianhong's side, and looked down at this young man who once wanted to change the world on his own.

"He's a pitiful person too."

Zhang Zhiwei sighed and waved his sleeve.

hum.

A soft yet incredibly powerful golden light flowed from his sleeves, like a layer of golden amber, enveloping Ma Xianhong entirely.

The restless aura that had been faintly visible between Ma Xianhong's brows immediately became docile and completely subsided the moment it came into contact with the golden light.

"Alright."

Zhang Zhiwei clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant:

"With me here on the back mountain, even if the King of Hell comes, he won't be able to take him away."

"As for the owner of those perfect hands..."

The old celestial master looked up at the sky, his eyes becoming somewhat profound:

"As long as he doesn't want to leave his hands in Longhu Mountain, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly."

"Master, um..."

Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together and cautiously approached:

"The person has accepted it, so what should we do..."

"Gurgle..."

An untimely noise came from Zhang Chulan's stomach.

Zhang Chulan blushed and scratched his head somewhat awkwardly:

"Hehe... Well, I haven't even had a sip of water on this whole journey."

"Master, it's almost lunchtime, don't you think...?"

As he spoke, he looked longingly at the small kitchen in the corner of the courtyard.

Although the vegetarian food at Longhu Mountain is simple, the taste is absolutely amazing.

Especially since this is in the old Celestial Master's courtyard, what a great honor it is to be able to get a meal here.

however.

His wishful thinking was ruthlessly shattered before it even began.

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat."

Zhang Taichu stood up and slapped Zhang Chulan on the back of the head:

"Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

"Once you've dropped them off, hurry up and leave. Why all the fuss?"

Zhang Chulan covered his head, looking aggrieved.

"No... Uncle-Master, we're practically at our doorstep, won't you even let us have a hot meal?"

"Are we rushing to be reincarnated?"

"reincarnation?"

Zhang Taichu sneered and looked northwest, towards the Qinling Mountains:

"If you go too late, you might not even get a chance to be reincarnated."

"The party over there has already started."

"All sorts of demons and monsters came after smelling the scent."

At this point, Zhang Taichu turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei:

"Senior brother, let's go."

Zhang Zhiwei seemed to have long been accustomed to his junior brother's decisive and efficient style.

He lay back down in the wicker chair, covered his face with the thread-bound book, and waved his hand lazily:

"Let's go, let's go."

"Don't get in my way, you're keeping me from sunbathing."

"but……"

Just as Zhang Taichu turned to board the boat, Zhang Zhiwei's voice suddenly became a few decibels lower:

"The Qinling Mountains are a very eerie place."

"The things left behind by that rootless person are not so easy to take."

"Take it easy."

Zhang Taichu paused slightly in his steps.

But he didn't turn around; he simply turned his back to Zhang Zhiwei and raised his right hand to wave.

"rest assured."

"Evil?"

"What evil thing in this world can be more evil than my fists?"

The words fell.

Zhang Taichu flashed and was already standing on the bow of the Golden Cloud Boat again.

"Let's go!"

He gave a low shout.

Zhang Chulan, who was still staring longingly at the kitchen, suddenly felt a tightness around the back of his collar.

next second.

He was lifted into the air as if riding on clouds, tracing a graceful parabola before landing precisely on the deck.

"Holy crap!"

Zhang Chulan rubbed his bottom and got up. Before he could even stand up properly, the cloud boat beneath his feet had already started moving again.

boom--!!!

A sudden gust of wind arose.

The enormous golden cloud boat didn't even give Zhang Chulan a final look at Longhu Mountain before transforming into a golden streak of light and soaring into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the horizon.

The courtyard returned to peace once more.

Only the fallen leaves on the ground were still swirling around.