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

After he finished speaking, a long silence followed.

A slightly lazy voice, even tinged with morning grumpiness, drifted slowly out from the depths of the cave.

"Zhang Zhiwei, what are you doing, wailing like a mourner in the middle of the night?"

Upon hearing the echo, Zhang Zhiwei's tense body suddenly relaxed, and he exhaled a long breath.

He slowly raised his head, a bitter smile on his face, and with his hands supporting his knees, he stood up with some difficulty.

"It is the senior brother's fault for disturbing his junior brother's meditation."

The sound came from inside the cave again, this time with a hint of impatience:

"Sixty years have passed, and your self-cultivation skills seem to have deteriorated over time. You have to come and disturb people's sleep over such trivial matters."

Accompanied by a series of dragging footsteps.

rustling... rustling...

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

By the moonlight, one could clearly see the appearance of the person who came.

Standing in front of Zhang Zhiwei was a boy who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

The boy was tall and slender, with skin that was pale from years of lack of sunlight, yet as smooth and lustrous as jade.

He was wearing an old Taoist robe that had been washed until it was faded and the cuffs were even frayed. His long hair was casually tied back with a dry twig, making it look loose and disheveled.

At this moment, the boy was covering his mouth with one hand, yawning without any regard for his image, and two tears, squeezed out of sleepiness, hung from the corners of his eyes.

He ran his other hand through his messy hair, squinted, and glanced at the old Taoist master standing respectfully in front of him.

"Alright, stop making that face like your parents just died."

The young man—Zhang Taichu, who had been in seclusion in this cave for sixty years—casually dusted off the dust from his Taoist robe and plopped down on the bluestone at the cave entrance.

He crossed his legs, swung his toes, and glanced sideways at Zhang Zhiwei:

"Tell me, what kind of mess has driven you to this point? You can't even keep those younger guys in check?"

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed slightly:

"Junior brother, it's not that your senior brother is incompetent. It's just that the situation at this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is far too complicated."

"The Quanxing demons have been very active lately, and in addition..."

Zhang Zhiwei paused, his voice lowering slightly:

"The sworn brotherhood of the Thirty-Six Thieves still resonates today, with the aftershocks of the Jia Shen Rebellion still lingering. Now, Zhang Chulan, the grandson of Junior Brother Huaiyi, has appeared in the world of supernatural beings and has already gone up the mountain to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

"All factions moved at the first sign of trouble. The Wang family, the Lü family, and even the other members of the Ten Elders all coveted the Eight Extraordinary Techniques from back then."

Zhang Zhiwei raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on the boy sitting on the rock:

"As a Celestial Master, my every move represents Longhu Mountain. There are some things that I truly cannot intervene in. If I were to forcibly suppress them, I fear it would cause even greater turmoil in the world of supernatural beings."

"Therefore, I humbly request that you, my junior brother, come out of seclusion and lend me a hand."

Zhang Taichu listened to Zhang Zhiwei's report without changing his expression from beginning to end.

He still had that lazy, nonchalant attitude, as if nothing could bother him even if the sky fell.

He stuck out his little finger, picked at his ear, and then blew on his finger:

"this one?"

Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback: "Junior brother, this..."

"Those mad dogs from the Quanxing Sect, that's a mess they've been making for hundreds of years, when don't they bark a couple of times every day?"

Zhang Taichu curled his lip, looking disgusted:

"As for those Wang and Lü families, they're nothing but a few fleas. You, Zhang Zhiwei, claim to be a peerless master, above all others, what's wrong? Are you getting more and more timid as you get older?"

"If you don't like someone, just slap them to death, isn't that enough?"

Zhang Taichu jumped off the rock, stretched out a big yawn, and his bones cracked and popped.

"Do I really need to get involved in such trivial matters? No way."

With that, he turned around, waved his hand, and walked into the cave.

"I'm tired, I'm going back to catch up on my sleep. You can decide what to do yourself. If it really doesn't work out, just disband the Celestial Master's Mansion, everyone can go home, and that will save us a lot of trouble."

Watching Zhang Taichu's retreating figure without any hesitation, Zhang Zhiwei's lips twitched slightly.

This junior brother's temper really hasn't changed at all.

Just as Zhang Taichu was about to step back into the darkness, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he slowly uttered a sentence:

"Junior brother, don't you want to know... exactly how Huaiyi died back then?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Taichu's foot, which had just stepped into the cave, was left hanging in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy, suffocating sense of oppression spread out from Zhang Taichu.

Click... Click...

Without warning, the bluestone ground beneath Zhang Taichu's feet cracked open, with fine cracks spreading outwards.

The nearest century-old pine tree trembled violently, and its once emerald green needles instantly turned yellow and fell down in a flurry.

Zhang Zhiwei's expression froze instantly.

He subconsciously activated the Golden Light Mantra, and a faint golden light covered his entire body.

Even so, he still felt a chill run down his spine and straight to the top of his head, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast from the primordial era.

Zhang Taichu slowly turned around.

His eyes, which had been half-closed, were now fully open.

Deep within his pupils, it seemed as if thunder was roaring silently, or as if there was a bottomless black abyss.

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei, his face expressionless, but his voice was as cold as if it came from the deepest hell:

"What did you say?"

Just four words.

With each word uttered, the surrounding air trembled.

Zhang Zhiwei felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Is this... the body of the Dao Source?

The mere fluctuation of emotions can resonate with the power of heaven and earth.

Zhang Zhiwei suppressed the shock in his heart, met Zhang Taichu's chilling gaze, and said in a deep voice:

"Back then, when my junior brother Huaiyi went down the mountain, it wasn't simply to become sworn brothers. For the past sixty years, I've been investigating the truth of what happened back then."

"Some things can only be understood when you leave the mountain, ask them yourself, and see for yourself."

"and……"

Zhang Zhiwei paused, his gaze becoming somewhat profound:

"Zhang Chulan has something left behind by Junior Brother Huaiyi. It's the Qi Source Flow that Junior Brother Huaiyi obtained with his life."

Upon hearing the words "Qi Body Source Flow," the violent aura in Zhang Taichu's eyes flickered slightly.

He stared at Zhang Zhiwei for a long time.

That suffocating sense of oppression slowly receded like the tide.

The thunder and abyss in Zhang Taichu's eyes vanished, and he returned to his lazy, boyish appearance.

"Big-eared thief..."

He murmured something softly, his voice carrying an indescribable complex emotion.

He lowered his head, looked at his fair and slender hands, and remained silent for a moment.

"it is good."

Zhang Taichu raised his head again, his tone returning to calm, even carrying a hint of amusement:

"I'm going down the mountain."

Zhang Zhiwei's face lit up with joy, and he was about to speak.

Zhang Taichu raised his hand to interrupt him:

"Don't get too excited. I have conditions."

"Please speak, junior brother."

Zhang Taichu tucked his hands into the sleeves of his Taoist robe, reverting to his usual unserious demeanor.

"First, don't call me junior brother, and don't let anyone call me grandmaster uncle. I hate trouble, and I don't want to be kowtowing to a bunch of people wherever I go."

"Secondly, give me a quiet identity. Ideally, one that no one would even glance at if I were thrown into a crowd."

He looked around and his gaze fell on an abandoned, bald broom in the corner.

Zhang Taichu walked over, bent down to pick up the broom, weighed it in his hand for a moment, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips:

"I think this broom is pretty good."

He turned around, hoisted the broom onto his shoulder, and raised an eyebrow at Zhang Zhiwei, who looked on in astonishment:

"From today onwards, there is no more Primordial Immortal on Longhu Mountain."

"There was only one young Taoist priest sweeping the floor."

"As for the name..."

Zhang Taichu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then casually said:

"Just drop the 'Tai' part. Just call me Zhang Chu."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the carefree young man carrying a broken broom, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

The most senior junior master of Longhu Mountain, a peerless genius with unparalleled combat power, is going to sweep the floor?

If this gets out, the entire world of supernatural beings will probably laugh their heads off.

But looking into Zhang Taichu's eyes, Zhang Zhiwei knew that once this young master made up his mind, not even nine oxen could pull him back.

He could only give a helpless, bitter smile and cup his hands in greeting:

"If that's the case... then let's do as Fellow Daoist Zhang Chu suggests."

Zhang Taichu waved his hand, shouldered his broom, and swaggered down the mountain.

"I'm leaving. Find me a place to sleep, a soft bed is fine."

"Also, for breakfast I want fried dough sticks and tofu pudding, and the tofu pudding should be sweet with less sugar."

Watching the figure gradually disappear into the night, Zhang Zhiwei stood there, motionless for a long time.

Only after the figure disappeared completely did the old master slowly straighten his back.

He looked up at the clear, cold moon in the sky, and a glint of unprecedented brilliance flashed in his usually cloudy old eyes.

"Junior brother is coming down from the mountain..."

"The world of supernatural beings is about to change."