Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

"What are you all good for?"

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

"Isn't the money the Buddha gave you enough? Why didn't you tell me you needed more? We're all family, do you think I'd be short of your money?"

"I will report this matter truthfully to the Buddha. You'd better prepare for your punishment. Guards, take this brat away and lock him up. He will punish him separately after the Buddha has finished dealing with his current affairs!"

"Old Tea Street, right? You don't need to come with me. I'll go alone. Aren't you embarrassed enough already?"

"Do you still think that once you become an official, ordinary people are no longer ordinary people, but just stray cats and dogs on the street that can be abused at will?"

"roll!"

"..."

Also because of the strange events that had occurred in the city recently, Zhang Rishan, the adjutant who had been busy all day, had just returned when he heard his personal guards waiting by his door telling him about what had happened in the old tea street.

These guards all knew Zhang Qishan's temper and dared not report this sordid matter rashly. However, his adjutant Zhang Rishan had a more lenient temper and was closer to them.

They waited for half a day, just waiting for Zhang Rishan to return and handle the matter.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Rishan was equally furious, but considering that everyone shared the same bloodline as Zhang Qishan, he subconsciously felt a tendency to favor one of them.

"I don't know if they're after money or something else this time. The management is too lax. We need to be as strict as other teams in the future."

"Luckily no one was killed, otherwise this would have been a real problem."

Zhang Rishan returned to his room, retrieved all his cash hidden in the bedroom, and left under the cover of night, carrying a box containing gold bars and other items.

"What do you mean by suddenly appearing and being unkillable by any bullet? That's definitely something these people made up. There are definitely people in the martial arts world who are more skilled than my Zhang family. If you're not as good as them, just admit it. Don't try to fool them with this. These little brats, sigh."

Zhang Rishan shook his head and sighed, a bitter smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

There are always rickshaws waiting in shifts day and night in front of Zhang Qishan's mansion.

After getting into the rickshaw, Zhang Rishan told the driver the name of the old tea street. The driver nodded and quickly pulled the rickshaw toward the destination.

Soon, the rickshaw driver brought Zhang Rishan, the adjutant who had come alone, to the entrance of the old tea street.

Zhang Rishan paid the money and walked towards the entrance of the old tea street with a worried expression.

The old tea street was not unfamiliar to him.

After Zhang Qishan intervened in the Nine Gates and became the head of the Nine Gates, he became quite close to Eighth Master Qi Tiezui.

Whenever there was something to do, he would be sent to call Qi Tiezui, who was running a tea shop on the old tea street.

However, this time is different from the past.

He didn't come to summon Qi Tiezui to the Buddha's mansion for a meeting; he came to apologize.

Zhang Rishan took a deep breath and forced a smile: "These brats have been blinded by greed, daring to do such a thing behind our backs. When the Buddha learned that we were in the wrong, he sent me here to present a congratulatory gift to the brother who is about to open a shop here."

Zhang Rishan, carrying a box of gold and silver, dismissed the guards blocking his way and walked straight to the young man still sitting in the chair.

Su Mu was not bad to begin with, but he used to be poor and dressed in rags.

Today, after hearing the diners at the Jade Pavilion restaurant mocking Su Mu, Huo Xian'er took Su Mu to buy him several sets of clean and well-fitting clothes.

Furthermore, Su Mu, this transmigrator, had absolutely no intention of being destitute and begging on the streets.

People rely on clothes and makeup, and horses rely on saddles.

After changing into clean clothes, Su Mu appeared before Zhang Rishan as a refined and cultured young master.

Zhang Rishan followed Zhang Qishan from north to south, experiencing many things along the way.

So the moment he saw Su Mu, he was convinced that Su Mu must be the young master of some wealthy family who had started his own business. He subconsciously skipped over Su Mu's figure and looked at the new shop next to Qi Tiezui's that was being renovated.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens lie nine layers, where immortals dwell. These immortals were once mortals, but the only fear is that mortals lack the willpower to persevere.

"A single word or two can reveal profound truths; why bother with countless books of alchemy? If one is not bound by physical form, the Great Luo Heaven is right before one's eyes."

True Immortal Temple

The shop's lintel and door couplets had already been posted by Partridge Whistle and others, and were now visible to Zhang Rishan.

Looking at the text in the distance, Zhang Rishan felt a strange sense of awe.

If such door couplets and lintels were placed in the mountains and wilderness, anyone who encountered them would surely feel as if they had met a true immortal living in seclusion in the wilderness.

But if placed in a bustling, mundane city, what kind of business would a shop with this name be doing?

"Stop, everyone. Come and see if we're satisfied with the compensation offered to us by this branch of the Zhang family."

Su Mu smiled, snatched the wooden box from Zhang Rishan's hand, and opened it, his smile becoming even brighter.

It's like a pillow being delivered just when you're about to fall asleep.

He had already spent nearly half of his savings on buying things for the shop, and with the upcoming salaries of his staff, he was short of money.

"A branch of the Zhang family?"

Zhang Rishan remained unmoved by the others, but raised an eyebrow and seized upon a certain point in Su Mu's words.

Su Mu casually tossed the wooden box to Partridge Whistle, who was standing nearby, and Huo Xian'er stepped forward to help count the approximate value of the gold and silver inside.

Su Mu stretched and yawned: "I wasn't talking about you. You seem to be a legitimate descendant of the Qilin, while they are all illegitimate children, am I right?"

Zhang Rishan waved his hand, signaling his personal guards to go back first. Then he squatted down next to Su Mu's chair and said, "How did you find out about these things? It was wrong of us to do something wrong, and I apologized to them. But if you can't give a clear explanation, it's not just a matter between my personal guards and me anymore. Changsha will not tolerate you."

Zhang Rishan wore a smile, but a sharp, cold glint was hidden in his eyes.

The affairs of the Zhang family must not be known to any outsiders, otherwise the entire Zhang family will be met with a swarm of outsiders seeking immortality.

"What a coincidence. I've been traveling around here and have met quite a few members of the Zhang family. You all seem to look alike, as if you were made from the same mold."

Su Mu had already made plans before the other party arrived, and he was not afraid at all.

"Then tell me, who in our Zhang family do you know?"

"Mountains and seas may separate us, but archives from all directions, Zhang Haike, Haiqi, Haixing... Zhang Qiling."

"..."

Zhang Rishan unconsciously tightened his grip on the chair armrest, making the wooden handle crack and creak.

As for the others, they were all members of the Zhang family who were traveling abroad.

The moment Zhang Qiling's name was mentioned, the situation changed.

This guy actually knows and has met the clan leader?

So, he already knows all of the Zhang family's so-called secrets to outsiders?

But looking at his calm and collected demeanor, how come he is different from those outsiders who want to obtain the same Zhang family longevity bloodline?

What on earth is going on?!