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

In the early morning, the Tang Clan seemed to have left little trace of the earth-shattering farce of the previous night. The mountain mist was still thick, dampening the bluestone slabs.

The air was cool in a secluded courtyard of the Tangmen guesthouse.

Zhang Taichu sat on a moss-covered stone bench, holding the wooden plaque he had received from Xu Xin in his hand.

This piece of wood looks quite old, with its edges worn smooth, clearly indicating it has been handled frequently. The patterns on it are strange and twisted, resembling neither the cloud patterns of the Central Plains nor any kind of writing, but rather the roots of a plant growing wildly.

"Click."

Zhang Taichu gently rubbed his thumb against the edge of the wooden plaque, producing a crisp friction sound.

He squinted slightly, looking at Feng Baobao, who was squatting on the ground counting ants not far away.

The girl remained oblivious, as if the tragic events Xu Xin recounted last night about the Jia Shen Rebellion and Zhang Huaiyi had absolutely nothing to do with her.

"Tsk."

Zhang Taichu shook his head, casually tossed the wooden plaque up and caught it again.

Zhang Huaiyi, oh Zhang Huaiyi.

You old codger, you died a glorious death, risking your life to keep the secret.

But you just left this biggest secret—this seemingly silly girl—into the world like this?

It left her like a lost soul, not knowing where she came from or where she was going.

"Is this what you call hiding?"

Zhang Taichu let out a cold laugh that only he could hear, his fingers tightening suddenly, making the wooden plaque creak.

If it were someone else, they might have let it go.

But since Zhang Taichu has run into this matter, there's no reason for him to hide it.

No matter how bad the truth was back then, no matter what kind of monsters and demons were involved.

They all need to be dug out by this humble Taoist priest and let them bask in the sun.

"Grandmaster Uncle."

A series of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the courtyard.

Zhang Chulan walked in with huge dark circles under his eyes, carrying several bags of breakfast and looking worried. Clearly, he hadn't slept a wink last night either.

He placed the steamed buns on the stone table, glanced at Feng Baobao who was still in a daze, his expression complex, then sighed and sat down opposite Zhang Taichu.

I thought about it all night.

"Since my grandfather did those things for Bao'er back then... I have no reason to back down."

"only……"

Zhang Chulan scratched his messy hair, his tone hesitant:

"Are we really going to that... Nathan Island?"

"I just checked again, and that place... is no benign place."

Before Zhang Taichu could speak, a golden head suddenly peeked out from the courtyard gate.

"Hey! Good morning, everyone!"

Wang Zhenqiu, like a tireless cat, excitedly jumped in, holding the tablet computer in his hand and even dressed in a rather casual beach outfit.

He shoved Zhang Chulan aside, slammed the tablet computer onto the stone table, and pointed at the enlarged satellite map on the screen, his eyes gleaming:

"Zhang Chulan, aren't you just ignorant?"

"A pushover?"

"That's a haven for outlaws in the eyes of all the supernatural beings in the world! A true paradise of chaos!"

Wang Zhenqiu stretched out his finger and drew a circle on the screen of the isolated island overseas:

"Nathan Island is not only not governed by the laws of any country, but its rules are also extremely primitive—might makes right."

"Most importantly..."

Wang Zhenqiu swiped his finger and brought up a somewhat blurry photo.

The photo shows a towering tree.

Even in a photograph, one can feel the tree's immense and breathtaking vitality. Standing in the center of the island, its branches and leaves are lush and verdant, each twig radiating a faint golden light, as if it were the sole pillar supporting the world.

"The Divine Tree".

Wang Zhenqiu lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"Legend has it that this tree possesses the divine power to heal souls and reshape memories."

"And it's alive."

"It will choose its own guardian, the so-called King Nathan."

At this point, Wang Zhenqiu glanced at the wooden plaque in Zhang Taichu's hand:

"This thing left behind by Wugensheng is the totem of that island. Since he left this to Bao'er... it means that Bao'er's past, even her birth, is definitely inextricably linked to this tree!"

Zhang Taichu did not look at the screen.

He simply zoomed in on the photo and waved to Feng Baobao, who was standing not far away.

"Girl, come here."

Upon hearing the call, Feng Baobao slowly stood up, dusted off her pants, and walked over.

"Take a look at this."

Zhang Taichu handed the tablet to her.

Feng Baobao blinked her large, clear black and white eyes, her gaze falling on the giant golden tree.

one second.

two seconds.

Feng Baobao, whose eyes had been vacant, suddenly stiffened for a moment.

Her nostrils twitched slightly, like a hunting dog smelling the freshest prey.

Immediately afterwards, she practically pressed herself against the screen, a trickle of saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth, and a muffled murmur escaping her throat:

"Well……"

"fragrant……"

"It smells so good..."

Upon seeing this, Zhang Chulan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Bao'er would never react this way to ordinary food, unless... it was something that touched her soul's instincts!

"really."

Zhang Taichu took the tablet back, tossed it to Wang Zhenqiu, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Looks like we've come to the right place."

"This tree is her assigned tree."

"But……"

Zhang Chulan was still somewhat hesitant, his brows furrowed.

"As Qiu'er just said, that's a lawless place."

"And I've heard that Behemoth in the West... seems to be making some big moves recently."

Zhang Chulan took out his phone and pulled out several pieces of intelligence he had just received:

"Behemoth is an Inhuman organization with American backing, possessing cutting-edge technology and superhuman troops."

"It is said that in order to obtain the power of the divine tree, they even mobilized an aircraft carrier fleet to conduct exercises in the nearby waters."

"Uncle-Master, if we go there... we'll be competing with outlaws from all over the world for food, and we might even have to face regular armies."

Although Zhang Chulan is shameless in ordinary times, when it comes to matters of life and death, he thinks faster than anyone else.

This is not in China.

In China, with the protection of Na Du Tong and the influence of the Old Master, most people still have to follow some rules.

But when you get to that kind of place...

That was a true battlefield.

"Behemoth?"

Zhang Taichu raised an eyebrow, seemingly hearing the name for the first time, or perhaps not taking it to heart at all.

He stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked and popped.

"Zhang Chulan".

Zhang Taichu walked up to Zhang Chulan, reached out and patted him on the shoulder with such force that Zhang Chulan almost fell to the ground.

"You're a smart kid."

"But why is your courage getting smaller and smaller, just like your grandfather's?"

Zhang Taichu turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked towards the western horizon.

The morning sunlight shone on his profile, outlining a breathtakingly arrogant line.

"rule?"

"Those are shackles imposed on the weak."

"Back in China, that fat guy Lao Zhao would cry to me every day about being poor and playing the victim, telling me to tone it down. I gave him face."

"But since we've already gone abroad..."

Zhang Taichu chuckled, a laugh tinged with a strong stench of blood:

"Isn't that perfect?"

"Nobody cares, there are no laws, no morals."

"Isn't this the perfect place to stretch your muscles?"

Wang Zhenqiu listened intently, his eyes lighting up, and goosebumps rising all over his body.

madman.

That's absolutely insane.

But he really likes it!

"Master Zhang, what do you mean...?" Wang Zhenqiu rubbed his hands together, looking expectant.

"Isn't the meaning obvious enough?"

Zhang Taichu glanced down at Feng Baobao, who was still drooling over the tablet, a barely perceptible glint of coldness flashing in his eyes:

"Regardless of the origin of that divine tree."

"It doesn't matter how many flies are buzzing around it."

"Since this girl thinks it smells good..."

"Then I'll take this tree."

Zhang Taichu turned his head, looked at the dumbfounded Zhang Chulan, grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth:

"Even Jesus couldn't be kept."

"I said it."

Zhang Chulan opened his mouth, but seeing his master uncle's bandit-like expression, he could only give a helpless bitter smile.

have to.

There was no way to persuade them otherwise.

This isn't an adventure to find memories.

This is clearly a max-level character going to the newbie village... to blast fish.

"Alright."

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became firm.

He glanced at Feng Baobao, who still looked adorably dazed.

Even if it's a den of dragons and tigers, or a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, we have to brave it.

"Now that you've made up your mind, I'll contact Chairman Zhao right away."

Zhang Chulan took out his phone, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he muttered to himself:

"Hopefully we can get the exit procedures sorted out... These foreign devils probably never dreamed that someone like this would want to go and have a heart-to-heart talk with them."

Zhang Taichu ignored Zhang Chulan's rambling.

He looked in that direction again.

Nathan Island.

Rootless.

And then there's that so-called path to godhood.

"interesting."

Zhang Taichu exerted force, and the hard wooden plaque instantly turned into a cloud of dust in his palm, scattering in the wind.

"Then let's go teach those foreign friends."

"What do you mean...?"

"The rules of China."