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

The next day, early morning.

The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is still ongoing, but the atmosphere in the martial arts arena is even more tense than yesterday.

Especially when the results of the B-Qinglong group's matches were displayed on that huge electronic screen.

"The winner is Zhang Chulan!"

The referee's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

And opposite him.

The young man in the All-Tone uniform stood in the center of the arena with a pained expression, waving his fist at the empty opponent's seat.

"Brother Shan Shitong! Why didn't you come?"

Zhang Chulan's long, exaggerated roar was so over-the-top it made you want to roll your toes:

"I wanted to have a fair and square competition with you! How could you give up just because of something as trivial as diarrhea!"

"Oh dear! What a pity! What a shame!"

While shouting, he also pretended to wipe away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.

A chorus of boos erupted from the stands.

"Get out of here!"

"Stop acting! I'm embarrassed for you!"

"You must have drugged her last night, right? Shameless!"

However, Zhang Chulan showed no shame in the face of the overwhelming insults. Instead, he smugly waved to the stands, looking down on them as if to say, "What can you do to me?"

Immediately following was the second competition in the afternoon.

This time, the opponent was a real expert.

As soon as the match started, Zhang Chulan put on a large, mysterious-looking cloak, muttered something about "Nine Heavens Mystic Thunder, heed my command," and huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

Just as the opponent was completely bewildered and cautiously stepped forward to check,

"hey-hey!"

Zhang Chulan suddenly threw off his cloak and, with a kick he had been waiting for, mercilessly struck the other man in the groin.

boom.

In that instant, all the men in the room instinctively squeezed their legs together.

With his opponent clutching his groin and collapsing to the ground foaming at the mouth, the referee had no choice but to declare Zhang Chulan the winner once again.

This moment.

The emotions inside the training ground completely spiraled out of control.

"Don't you dare shake your face! Don't you dare shake your face!"

It's unclear who started it, but those four words spread like wildfire throughout the venue.

The roars of thousands of people combined to make the roof of the training ground vibrate.

"That's absolutely shameless!"

"This is the successor of the Qi Body Source Stream? A disgrace to the world of supernatural beings!"

"Get out of Longhu Mountain! Get out!"

A corner of the stands.

A burly man with a face full of scars, wearing a floral shirt, was standing on a chair, holding a glass bottle of cola in his hand, spitting everywhere.

He was the one who cursed the most fiercely and had the loudest voice.

"Damn it! What kind of bullshit is Zhang Chulan?!"

The burly man gulped down a mouthful of cola, his face, flushed with excitement, filled with a fierce look.

"I think this is a classic case of the upper beam being crooked, causing the lower beam to be crooked as well!"

"Back then, Zhang Huaiyi was a complete scoundrel! He colluded with sorcerers and betrayed his sect!"

Seemingly feeling that simply scolding Zhang Chulan wasn't enough, the burly man turned his attention to the old man who had been dead for many years.

"Grandpa's a thief! Grandson's a hooligan!"

"This family is like rats giving birth to mice; each litter is worse than the last!"

"If you ask me, those reputable sects should have wiped this scourge out of the world back then! Keeping this little beast alive is simply an insult to our world of supernatural beings!"

His voice was extremely penetrating and could still be clearly heard in this noisy environment.

Several spectators who had been shouting loudly around him quieted down a little when they heard this.

After all, while it's all just insults, this involves the grudges of the older generation, and it's especially taboo to insult former disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain's territory.

But the burly man was clearly engrossed in his cursing and didn't care about any of that.

"What are you looking at!"

He glared at the people around him and slammed the Coke bottle in his hand against the railing:

"Am I wrong? If Zhang Huaiyi had nothing to hide, why did he run away back then?"

"He's just a thief who did something wrong..."

The moment the word "thief" was uttered.

Several dozen meters away.

In a shady corner at the edge of the training ground.

Zhang Taichu was half-lying on a bench, his face covered by the tattered straw hat, his hands behind his head, looking like he was taking a nap.

The surrounding noise seemed to be shut out by that straw hat.

But just as the burly man uttered the three words "Zhang Huaiyi,"

Under the straw hat.

Zhang Taichu's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, flashing a chilling glint.

"call……"

Zhang Taichu let out a soft breath.

Instantly, several audience members sitting near Zhang Taichu, who were eating melon seeds, felt a chill run down their spines.

That feeling was like being doused with a bucket of ice water on the hottest part of summer.

"Hiss... Why did the weather suddenly change?"

"It's so cold..."

The group instinctively wrapped their clothes tighter around themselves, looking around in surprise and uncertainty.

And in the stands.

The burly man was raising the Coke bottle in his hand, preparing to take another swig and moisten his throat before continuing his output.

"That old bastard Zhang Huaiyi..."

He opened his mouth wide, the bottle opening barely touching his lips.

Just then.

boom! ! !

A crisp cracking sound suddenly exploded near his mouth!

The sturdy, thick glass Coca-Cola bottle shattered into countless tiny fragments as if it had been hit by an invisible bullet!

The brown liquid, mixed with sharp shards of glass, pierced the burly man's open mouth and his fleshy face with tremendous force.

"Ugh—!!!"

The burly man's cursing stopped abruptly.

Instead, a bloodcurdling scream filled with extreme agony rang out.

Blood gushed out instantly.

The brownish cola dripped down his chin in a shocking manner.

"Ah! My mouth! My mouth!"

The burly man covered his face and fell off the chair, writhing on the ground in pain.

Glass shards were embedded all over his mouth, which had been so arrogant just moments before; even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain.

The surrounding audience was stunned by this sudden scene.

"Holy crap! It's blown up?!"

"The Coke bottle exploded? This...this is so unlucky!"

"My God, it's covered in blood... Is this mouth ruined?"

The crowd scattered with a whoosh, afraid of being splashed by the shards of glass.

And in that intense pain.

The burly man stared wide-eyed in horror.

Just a moment ago, the bottle shattered.

He felt a gaze upon him.

A cold, indifferent gaze, as if looking at a dead person, was cast upon us from a great distance.

That chilling feeling that came from the depths of his soul made even his screams get stuck in his throat.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his mouth, he trembled as he raised his head and peered through the gaps in the crowd in terror toward the direction from which the gaze was coming.

In a corner of the training ground.

The figure wearing the straw hat still lay there quietly.

It was as if it had never moved.

Only a single, light word drifted over on the wind, barely audible.

"Noisy."

Zhang Taichu withdrew his gaze.

He reached out and pulled down the brim of his hat, covering his face again, then turned over and continued his unfinished afternoon nap.

As for that guy who spews filth?

In his eyes, it was nothing more than a buzzing fly.

Since his mouth isn't clean, let's wash it for him.

The riots continued in the stands.

Medical staff rushed up with a stretcher and carried the burly man, who was still convulsing, away.

"This...this is too weird."

"It's definitely retribution! The insults were so vile that even God couldn't stand it anymore."

Someone muttered to themselves.

At this time.

Zhang Chulan, standing in the center of the field, was preparing to leave.

Just a moment ago, he sensed an extremely subtle yet terrifying fluctuation of energy.

The fluctuation was so fleeting that he thought it was an illusion.

Zhang Chulan suddenly stopped and turned to look towards the stands.

His gaze swept over the burly man being carried away, then, following some intuition, he looked towards a distant corner.

There, only the back view of a Taoist priest who looked somewhat down on his luck.

The figure was huddled on the bench, looking somewhat lonely, yet also somewhat...familiar.

"Zhang Chu..."

Zhang Chulan narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowing tightly.

The person who just insulted his grandfather suddenly got into trouble.

Although it looks like an accident.

But in this place teeming with extraordinary people, how many unexpected things could happen?

"Are you helping me vent my anger?"

Zhang Chulan muttered to himself, but then shook his head, rejecting the absurd idea.

"wrong."

"That person... is as cold as ice."

"Would someone like him care about such gossip?"

"I guess he's just annoyed that it's disturbing his sleep."

Zhang Chulan chuckled self-deprecatingly, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to walk into the dimly lit contestant tunnel.

"but……"

"No matter what the reason."

"That bottle exploded perfectly."

Zhang Chulan hummed an unknown tune, his steps becoming lighter.

"That was so damn satisfying."