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

beep - beep -

With each busy tone from the receiver, Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat.

The call was answered quickly after only two rings.

"Chu Lan?"

Zhao Fangxu's signature calm voice came through the receiver, even carrying a hint of sleepiness and a subtle tension:

"Contacting me so early, is something... wrong with the Tang Sect?"

Even through radio waves, Zhang Chulan could imagine Zhao Fangxu's furrowed brows, ready to deal with any unexpected situation. After all, wherever Zhang Taichu went, the person in charge there had to be on tenterhooks.

Zhang Chulan's knuckles were turning white as he gripped the phone. He instinctively straightened his back, like a soldier being inspected.

"Chairman Zhao, rest assured. The matter with the Tang Clan... is settled."

"Senior Xu Xin has shown up, and all the misunderstandings from back then have been cleared up. The Tang Clan... is truly impressed."

A distinct sigh of relief came from the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of Zhao Fangxu picking up his teacup and drinking water.

"That's good, that's good. It's good that nothing serious happened... I knew that with you watching over me, I would always be able to keep things in order."

"but……"

Zhang Chulan glanced at Zhang Taichu, who was teasing Feng Baobao with a new tree branch, his throat tightened, and he forced himself to speak:

"Chairman Zhao, there's something else... I need to report to you."

"Hmm? Go ahead." Zhao Fangxu's voice relaxed considerably.

"That... my martial uncle..."

Zhang Chulan paused, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse:

"My master said that staying in China is boring, there are too many rules, and you can't really do anything."

"So... he wanted to go abroad to relax."

puff--!!

A clear spraying sound came from the other end of the phone, followed by a violent cough.

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

Zhao Fangxu seemed to have choked on the tea he had just drunk, and it took him a while to recover. His voice instantly rose eight octaves:

"What did you say?!"

"Going abroad?! To relax?!"

Zhang Chulan moved the phone away a little, and continued with a bitter face:

"Yes...and the target isn't anywhere else."

"It's Nathan Island."

Dead silence.

There was an eerie pause on the other end of the phone.

There was no sound at all; even the hissing of electricity seemed to vanish in that instant.

Zhang Chulan's heart was in his throat. He could almost see Zhao Fangxu in the office, raging and yelling at the table.

After all, Nathan Island is currently being watched by Behemoth, and the situation is incredibly complex. Sending Zhang Taichu there would be like throwing a torch into a powder keg.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Cold sweat trickled down Zhang Chulan's forehead and dripped onto the bluestone slab.

Just as he was about to explain, and even braced himself for a barrage of insults.

"Chu Lan..."

Zhao Fangxu's voice finally rang out again.

But to Zhang Chulan's surprise, there was no anger or anxiety in that voice.

Instead... it carried an irrepressible, trembling... excitement?

Are you sure?

Zhao Fangxu's voice was very low, as if he were confirming the winning numbers for a multi-million dollar lottery:

"You mean... that gentleman wants to leave the border?"

"Going to wreak havoc... cough cough, going to that lawless place called Nathan Island?"

Zhang Chulan paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously:

"Yes... that's what my master said. He said he wanted to go see the sacred tree over there, and also... loosen up his muscles."

Snapped! !

A loud bang came from the receiver; it was the sound of a hand slamming heavily onto a solid wood desk.

"good!!"

Zhao Fangxu's roar was so powerful that it made Zhang Chulan's eardrums ring.

"That's wonderful!! This is truly beneficial to the country and its people... no, this is a great attempt at world peace!"

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Fangxu was nowhere to be seen with his usual composed and steady leadership demeanor.

He jumped up from his office chair and excitedly spun around the office, his chubby face scrunched up with an excited smile.

That living ancestor who kept everyone in the company on edge and made the entire world of supernatural beings afraid to even breathe, is finally moving?!

As long as he's not in the country, it doesn't matter if he goes to Nathan Island, Bermuda, or even Mars!

As long as they don't cause trouble in this small area, that's fantastic news!

Go and cause harm abroad?

Go and arm wrestle with Behemoth and his gang of foreign devils?

OK!

Wonderful!

Zhao Fangxu wished he could go and buy two strings of 10,000-shot firecrackers right now and set them off at the company entrance.

"But Chairman Zhao..." Zhang Chulan was somewhat bewildered by Zhao Fangxu's sudden attitude, "That's Nathan Island, Behemoth's aircraft carrier is nearby... If this causes a diplomatic dispute..."

"What's the point of all this fuss!"

Zhao Fangxu waved his hand, interrupting Zhang Chulan, his tone as bold as a bandit leader:

"Nathan Island is a lawless place! It belongs to no country!"

"Our people are traveling and exploring in their own names! What does that have to do with the company? What does it have to do with the country?"

"Who would dare cause us trouble because of this?"

"Besides..."

Zhao Fangxu's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude and a wicked laugh:

"Behemoth and his gang have been acting too loudly lately; it's time someone taught them a lesson."

"Chu Lan, listen carefully."

Zhao Fangxu's voice suddenly turned serious and swift; it was a top-level command:

"I'll approve the note right now."

"Passport? No need! Visa? Those are for ordinary people! Who would dare block his way?"

"Tell Master Zhang that he doesn't need to worry about any procedures."

"You wait at the Tang Sect."

Zhao Fangxu glanced at the clock on the wall and said decisively:

"One hour."

"I will arrange for the company's top-of-the-line private jet to pick you up."

"That's the plane we use to entertain heads of state. He could even take it apart and play with it if he wanted!"

"As long as he's willing to leave, as long as he's going to harm others..."

"Don't even mention a private jet, I, Old Zhao, could easily get a pilot's license and fly it myself!!"

beep-

The phone hangs up.

Zhang Chulan stood in the wind, phone in hand, looking bewildered.

He stared blankly at the words "call ended" on the screen, Zhao Fangxu's boastful words still echoing in his mind: "I'll personally fly my private jet."

Is this... the urgent feeling of sending away the plague god?

"Oh."

A soft laugh rang out.

Zhang Taichu had stood up at some point, dusted off his Taoist robe, and a hint of amusement flashed in his deep eyes:

"It seems that although Old Zhao is a bit fat, his efficiency is truly unquestionable."

He walked over to Zhang Chulan, reached out and snatched the still-hot phone from him, then casually tossed it to Wang Zhenqiu beside him.

"Alright, stop standing there."

"Since someone is rushing to give us a ride, let's pack up."

"Let's go and enjoy this so-called... privileged class treatment."

……

An hour later.

Behind the old Tang Clan campus, on that wide, flat area that was once used for martial arts practice.

Rumble rumble rumble—

A tremendous gust of air approached from afar, causing the surrounding trees to sway and tilt.

A massive aircraft with a streamlined fuselage and painted with the understated gray logo of NaDuTong broke through the clouds, carrying an aura of money and power, and slowly descended.

This is no ordinary delivery plane.

This is a Gulfstream G650ER, the world's top-of-the-line business jet. Its modified interior is extremely luxurious, and it is usually only used when the big shots who decide the future of the superhuman world hold secret meetings.

At this moment, it was like a personal taxi, steadily stopping in front of Zhang Taichu and the others.

The cabin door opened, and the automatic gangway slowly descended.

Two tall, uniformed flight attendants stood at the cabin door, their faces bearing professional and respectful smiles, and bowed slightly to the passengers below.

"Master Zhang, Mr. Zhang, welcome aboard."

"We will be happy to serve you with direct flights to the Nathan Island transit point."

What a grand display.

This treatment.

Even Wang Zhenqiu, who was used to seeing big scenes, couldn't help but whistle and touch the paint job on the fuselage with shining eyes:

"Tsk tsk tsk, Old Zhao really went all out this time."

"This isn't a farewell, it's like seeing off an old man."

None of the Tang Clan members appeared.

But on the roof of the main hall in the distance, Tang Miaoxing and Xu Xin stood side by side.

The two elderly people's gazes pierced through the layers of mountains and forests, fixed on the plane that was about to take off.

"Gone?" Tang Miaoxing asked softly.

"He's gone." Xu Xin nodded, a complex emotion appearing on his face, which had regained its youthful appearance. "That jinx... he's finally gone."

"I just don't know..."

Xu Xin looked towards the western sky, his eyes somewhat unfocused:

"This time, what kind of hole is he going to tear in the sky over there?"

……

Inside the cabin.

The genuine leather sofa is soft and comfortable, and the air is filled with the scent of high-end fragrance.

Zhang Taichu casually leaned against the window, holding a glass of iced cola brought to him by the flight attendant—he refused the bottle of red wine worth six figures.

As the engine roared again, the fuselage shuddered slightly, then it lifted its head and soared into the sky.

The scenery on the ground rapidly shrank, and the mountains and rivers of Tangmen gradually transformed into a traditional Chinese ink painting in view.

Zhang Chulan sat opposite him, fastened his seatbelt, and watched the clouds fly by outside the window, the feeling of unreality still lingering in his heart.

Yesterday they were fighting tooth and nail with the Tang Clan, and today they're flying abroad on a top-of-the-line private jet to fry fish.

The ups and downs of life are just too exciting.

"Grandmaster Uncle."

Zhang Chulan turned around, looked at Zhang Taichu who was staring blankly out the window, and asked cautiously:

"Are we really sure it'll be okay if we go?"

"After all, that's their territory, and that Behemoth..."

Zhang Taichu withdrew his gaze, shook the glass in his hand, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound as they hit the glass.

He watched the bubbles churning in the glass, a faint smile curving his lips.

"Zhang Chulan".

"Remember this."

Zhang Taichu raised his head, his eyes peering through the porthole, as if he could already see the sea across the ocean about to boil over:

"Whether it's domestically or internationally."

"Whether it's the world of supernatural beings or the lawless land."

"As long as your fists are strong enough..."

"Wherever you go, that's your backyard."

He tilted his head back and downed the cola in one gulp, feeling the icy coolness slide down his throat, his smile widening.

"Let's go."

"Go see if the moon is really as bright as they claim..."

"It's quite round."