One person: Go talk to my Rumble-Rumble Fruit!

Lin Shen said, "It's in my palm, look, this dragon pattern is it."

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The mountain behind Longhu Mountain.

Although the sun had not yet set, a considerable number of people had already gathered.

Jia Zhengliang had already woken up, and his neck was wrapped in bandages.

Jia Zhengliang learned that Jia Zhengyu had been to the Tianxiahui (World Society).

Therefore, Jia Zhengliang found Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan, a brother and sister.

Jia Zhengliang asked Feng Shayan, "Feng Shayan, I heard that my brother once worked for the Tianxia Society. I want to know why he joined the Quanxing Society!"

Feng Xingtong gets angry whenever he hears Jia Zhengyu's name.

He almost got himself killed before.

Feng Xingtong said, "Sister, ignore him, I don't want to talk about anything related to his birth!"

Jia Zhengliang: "My brother is honest and upright, he wasn't born that way!"

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Chapter 76: Walking the Birds Under the Moon

Jia Zhengliang shouted, "My brother's birth wasn't anything special!"

Feng Xingtong shouted, "Your brother is a fucking bastard! If you don't believe me, look at our chat history. Your brother took advantage of my trust in him, trying to trick me into leaving and then hand me over to Quanxing. Isn't that bastard?"

Looking at the chat history on Feng Xingtong's phone.

Jia Zhengliang was devastated, and he left quietly.

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In the back valley of Longhu Mountain, a campfire licks the damp night sky of the intercalary sixth month.

The crackling of firewood, the clattering of wine jars, the unrestrained laughter, and the faint sound of water from a distant mountain stream all intertwined to create a chaotic wave of sound, completely shattering the solemn and dignified atmosphere of the daytime grand ceremony.

The air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol, the aroma of burnt meat fat, and the earthy scent of grass and leaves steaming under the high temperature.

Zhang Chulan sat in the center of this noisy and chaotic place.

He leaned against a tree stump, his face flushed with two unnatural red patches, his eyes unfocused, as if shrouded in a thick fog.

He was still clutching a half-empty wine jar tightly in his hand. The jar was crooked, and the remaining wine was dripping down the side of the jar and seeping into the soil beneath him.

"Zhang Chulan! Stop pretending to be dead!"

Just then, a rough voice pierced the noise, thick with accent and clearly drunk, "Where's all that bragging from before? What 'virginity mark,' is it real or fake??"

"Let's take a look."

Like a drop of boiling oil thrown into water, these words instantly ignited an even more turbulent wave of jeers.

"Exactly! Talk is cheap!"

"Zhang Chulan! Let's get serious! Show us what you're made of!"

"Yes! Don't be a coward! Are you even a man?!"

"Do you dare?! I'm asking you, do you dare?!"

Countless voices surged in from all directions, converging into a massive torrent of malice and mockery, violently assaulting Zhang Chulan's faltering consciousness.

He managed to lift his head, and all he could see were blurry, excited faces that looked strange and grotesque in the flickering firelight.

Zhuge Qing stood not far away with his arms crossed, his fox-like eyes gleaming with interest, and a faint smile playing on his lips.

Wang Ye frowned, leaning against another tree at a distance, his eyes filled with a sense of helplessness.

"Tsk," Tang Wen's voice was filled with undisguised provocation. He pushed through the crowd, walked up to Zhang Chulan, and looked down at the limp Zhang Chulan. "Zhang Chulan, you didn't get your reputation of 'shameless' just by talking, did you? You don't even have this much guts? You're really... utterly disappointing."

Utterly disappointed

Zhang Chulan muttered to himself.

...Grandpa...Was Grandpa disappointed in me back then too? A broken thought flashed through my mind.

He seemed to see again that stormy night, his grandfather's withered hands gripping him tightly, his cloudy eyes filled with instructions and worries that he couldn't understand at the time...

Immediately afterwards, another image forcefully entered my mind: Feng Baobao's eternally unchanging, expressionless face calmly saying, "Oh, Zhang Chulan, you're a virgin."

The tone was as calm as if he was talking about the weather.

These two images overlapped, spun, and collided wildly in his drunken mind—like two mountains crashing down on his fragile and vulnerable heart.

"Okay...want to see?" Zhang Chulan suddenly raised his head, his voice hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing, yet carrying an almost frantic calm.

The dazed, drunken look on his face seemed to be instantly swept away by something more intense, replaced by an almost insane resolve.

He stood up unsteadily, his steps faltering, yet with unusual determination, he pushed aside the people blocking his way and staggered toward the clearing outside the campfire circle, bathed in the cold moonlight.

The clamor of the crowd abruptly ceased, then erupted into even more frenzied screams and whistles filled with unbelievable excitement.

Countless eyes, like tangible searchlights, followed his swaying figure closely, filled with curious anticipation.

Zhang Chulan stood at the intersection of the light bands. He took a deep breath.

He suddenly reached out and ripped open the cheap T-shirt that was already covered in wine stains and dust!

The buttons popped off, and the crisp sound of tearing fabric was particularly jarring in the suddenly silent air.

Immediately following was the metallic clang of a belt buckle snapping open, followed by the rustling of trousers slipping down. The night wind swept across his bare skin without hindrance, sending a shiver down his spine.

He thus exposed himself completely to the starry sky and countless pairs of eyes burning with excitement.

However, the expected uproar and mockery did not immediately erupt.

The air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stretch out.

Everyone was stunned for a moment by the extremely impactful scene before them—

Only a few people picked up their phones to record videos.

The next second, a sudden change occurred!

"Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of Wan Qi!"

Zhang Chulan's body suddenly erupted with a blinding golden light!

A blazing golden light, like liquid gold, surged and burst forth from every pore of his body!

The most suffocating thing was that the violent golden light uncontrollably converged on his naked lower body!

Solidify, compress, and compress again! Finally, an undeniable, robust, and ferocious "phallus" shape, composed entirely of dazzling golden light, appeared prominently in the center of everyone's vision!

Its entire body is composed of flowing liquid golden light, and countless tiny runes on its surface flicker and flow like stars, emitting a breathtaking aura and an indescribable, pure and primal sense of presence!

A cacophony of voices arose from the surroundings. "Wow, this is the mark of virginity!"

"Zhang Chunan, you truly live up to your name."

Suddenly, Zhang Chulan spread his arms wide, raised his head high, and let out a roar that pierced through the frozen air and stabbed everyone's eardrums.

"You want to see? Then look your fill! Look clearly! Look plainly! This is me! Zhang Chulan! Do you see clearly now?!"

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"Old Celestial Master..."

Seeing this scene from afar, Tian Jinzhong, sitting in his wheelchair, looked at the old man beside him with a dry, hoarse voice and a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei still stood with his hands behind his back, his long, snow-white eyebrows swaying slightly in the night breeze.

His deep gaze was fixed on the bright moon hanging high in the sky, its clear light shining everywhere.

After a long while, a barely audible sigh escaped his lips, so faint as to seem to contain a thousand pounds of weight.

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Chapter 77 Wang Ye vs. Zhuge Qing

Zhang Chulan woke up and said, "My head hurts so much."

Zhang Chulan covered his head, feeling that something bad had happened yesterday. He patted his head, got dressed, and went to the competition venue of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

However, Zhang Chulan always felt that the people around him were looking at him strangely.

Zhang Chulan walked over to Xu Si and asked, "Fourth Brother, what's wrong? Why are people around me looking at me so strangely?"

Xu Si's lips twitched, and he said, "See for yourself."

Then, Xu Si handed the phone to Zhang Chulan, who watched the video and shouted at himself.

"I'll give you a good look!"

Zhang Chulan felt a chill run down his spine.

"Is this me?"

Xu Si rolled his eyes at Zhang Chulan. "Could it be me?"

Zhang Chulan shouted, "Fourth Brother, why didn't you stop me?!"

Xu Si said, "You're like a boar in heat, how am I supposed to stop you?"

Zhang Chulan was speechless.

He felt ashamed to face his elders.

Zhang Chulan immediately wanted to run away.

However, Xu Si stopped Zhang Chulan, saying, "Why are you running? It's a race."

Zhang Chulan: "I'm not competing anymore."

Xu Si chuckled and said, "Hahaha, Zhang Chulan, just kidding. The schedule has been rearranged. You and Bao Bao aren't in the first match anymore. The first match is between Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing!"