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

As the sun sets, the afterglow is like blood.

The entire Longhu Mountain was dyed a deep orange-red.

On a secluded path in the back of the mountain.

A figure flashed past like an arrow released from a bow.

It was indeed the king.

At this moment, he was completely different from his usual listless and lethargic self; his cloth shoes were practically sparking as he stepped on them.

He was tightly protecting two scalding hot lotus leaf sachets in his arms.

That was freshly baked beggar's chicken, steaming hot, its aroma carried by the wind for miles.

In his other hand, he was carrying two bottles of ice-cold cola that were still emitting cold air.

"I have to make it... I have to make it..."

Wang Ye muttered to himself, his forehead covered in sweat.

I don't know if it was from the heat or from being frightened.

Even now, recalling what just happened, a chill still runs down his spine.

That's not human at all.

It was a monster in human skin.

If the chicken gets cold, or the cola isn't iced anymore, Wang has no doubt that the monster will really plant him headfirst into a pillar in the training ground.

Just as Wang Ye was preparing to use a leaping technique to directly jump over the wall in front and take a shortcut.

"Yo."

"Master Wang."

A sleazy voice suddenly came from the shadows of the nearby woods.

Followed by.

A figure swayed out and blocked Wang Ye's path.

This person was wearing a uniform from NaDuTong, had a neat short haircut, and wore a signature, shameless smile that made people want to punch him.

He was holding a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers.

It was Zhang Chulan.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

Zhang Chulan exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes fixed on the beggar's chicken in Wang Ye's arms, his nose twitching twice:

"Wow, this chicken smells delicious."

"Everyone who sees this gets a share, Master Wang, won't you treat me to a chicken leg?"

Wang Ye suddenly stopped in his tracks, his cloth shoes leaving a black mark on the stone pavement.

He instinctively hugged the chicken in his arms even tighter, turned his body to the side, and used his back to block Zhang Chulan's greedy gaze.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Go play somewhere else!

Wang Ye stared at Zhang Chulan warily:

"Zhang Chulan, I don't have time to waste with your nonsense right now."

"This chicken is a lifesaver! If it loses even a wingtip, I'll fight you to the death, you believe me?"

Zhang Chulan was stunned for a moment.

He clearly hadn't expected that Wang Ye, who usually seemed unambitious and easygoing, would react so strongly.

"Help?"

Zhang Chulan's eyes darted around, and he threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stomped it out.

Then he moved closer, his face full of ingratiating smiles:

"Master Wang, don't be so formal."

"I saw everything that happened in the training ground just now."

At this point, Zhang Chulan lowered his voice slightly, a shrewd glint in his eyes:

"Are you... really admitting defeat?"

"still……"

Zhang Chulan gave a thumbs-up and pointed towards the back mountain:

"Are you playing along with that guy?"

Wang Ye glanced at him but didn't say anything.

They simply bypassed Zhang Chulan and prepared to continue their journey.

"Hey! Don't go!"

Zhang Chulan flashed away and stuck to him like a leech.

He pulled out a pack of unopened Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully unpacked it, took out one, and handed it to Wang Ye:

"Old Wang, give me some face."

"To be honest, my next opponent... might just be that guy."

"You know I'm a coward and I value my life."

"Could you give me a little hint?"

Zhang Chulan had a smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Ye's changing expressions.

He desperately needs intelligence.

That Taoist priest named Zhang Chu seemed to have sprung out of a crack in a rock.

Even after using the extensive network of connections, all I could find were four words: No such person found.

This is horrible.

In this era of big data, it is impossible for a person to live in this world without leaving a trace.

Unless, of course, he doesn't belong to this rule at all.

Wang did not take the cigarettes offered to him.

He stopped, turned around, and looked at Zhang Chulan with an extremely serious, even somewhat pitying, gaze.

"Zhang Chulan".

Wang Ye's voice was deep.

"Although we're not close friends, I still want to give you some advice."

Keep your little schemes to yourself.

"Stop harboring all your bad intentions."

Zhang Chulan's smile froze for a moment, and his hand holding the cigarette hovered in mid-air.

"Old Wang, is it really that serious?"

"I was just asking..."

"Asking won't work."

Wang Ye interrupted him, his gaze passing over Zhang Chulan and landing on the setting sun gradually sinking below the horizon:

Do you know why I just gave up?

Zhang Chulan subconsciously shook his head.

Wang Ye took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm some turbulent emotions.

"Because of my move, I couldn't even make him blink."

"Which move?" Zhang Chulan pressed.

Wang Ye turned his head, stared intently into Zhang Chulan's eyes, and said, word by word:

"I don't believe you didn't notice."

"A Qimen formation of that scale, a fluctuation that changes the rules."

"I used the Feng Hou Qi Men method."

boom!

Although he had suspected it beforehand, Zhang Chulan was still shocked when he heard Wang Ye admit it to him.

One of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, Feng Hou Qi Men!

This is a legendary ultimate technique that can control time and space!

"And... what was the result?"

Zhang Chulan felt his throat was a little dry, and he even stuttered a bit when he spoke.

"result?"

Wang Ye gave a bitter laugh and pointed to his chest:

"The result was that I almost killed myself with the training."

"And him..."

"It's like watching a monkey perform tricks."

"While I was still, he ate half a cucumber and even swatted a fly for me."

"hiss--"

Zhang Chulan gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Eating cucumbers in still time?

What the hell is this ghost story?!

"Zhang Chulan".

Wang Ye patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder and said earnestly:

There are some people in this world that you can't control.

"But there are some people you have to be careful of, even if you just glance at them."

"That man's level of attainment..."

Wang Ye shook his head and did not continue speaking.

That's all I wanted to say.

"If you're tired of living, then go ahead and try it."

"Don't blame me for not warning you."

Done.

Wang Ye didn't look at Zhang Chulan again. Holding the chicken and carrying the cola, he used the Ladder Cloud Leap and disappeared quickly at the end of the mountain path like a frightened rabbit.

Zhang Chulan was left standing alone.

The wind rustled through the trees.

The cigarette in Zhang Chulan's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

He was completely unaware.

My mind was filled with what Wang Ye had just said.

Zhang Chulan raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Even the Eight Extraordinary Techniques couldn't budge it in the slightest.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the other party was not a hidden master at all.

This is a max-level character slaughtering newbies in the village!

grunt.

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard.

His eyes, which had been full of calculation and shrewdness, underwent a dramatic change in that instant.

fear?

Have.

But more than anything, it's a kind of... epiphany.

Snapped!

Zhang Chulan slapped his own thigh hard.

"Zhang Chulan, oh Zhang Chulan!"

"Are you fucking stupid?!"

"With such a powerful figure right in front of you, you're still thinking about investigating? Still thinking about testing your weaknesses?"

"What weakness could it possibly have!"

"They can ignore even the Eight Extraordinary Techniques; compared to them, your meager lightning magic is like a water gun!"

Since they can't beat them, and their abilities are unfathomable.

There is only one path left—

join in!

We absolutely have to join!

And you have to kneel down faster and more thoroughly than anyone else!

Once we've latched onto this powerful figure, what's there to fear about the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?

What are those freaks from Quanxing compared to them?

"Wait a minute!"

Zhang Chulan seemed to suddenly remember something, and abruptly turned around, looking in the direction where Wang Ye had disappeared.

"That grandson of Wang Ye..."

"Holding beggar's chicken and a Coke..."

"Holy crap! This isn't an apology at all!"

"This is like trying to curry favor with someone powerful!"

"This bastard looks like he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but I never expected him to be even more cunning than me!"

"No! We can't let him beat us to it!"

A strong sense of crisis welled up in my heart.

When it comes to shamelessness, Zhang Chulan considers himself second to none, and no one dares to claim first place.

How could I possibly lose to a Taoist priest, a master of subservience, in such a specialized field?

Zhang Chulan frantically began rummaging through his pockets.

"Where's the money...?"

He turned all his pockets inside out, and finally managed to find only a few crumpled hundred-yuan bills and a handful of coins.

"This amount of money isn't enough to buy anything substantial..."

Zhang Chulan was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

Sudden.

His gaze fell on the pack of cigarettes that had just fallen to the ground.

He took it from Xu Si.

High-end goods.

Besides cigarettes, he also had a packet of Da Hong Pao tea that Xu San had treasured, which he originally planned to secretly take back to make tea eggs for Feng Baobao.

"Let's give it our all!"

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth and stuffed all his belongings into his pocket.

"We'll talk about Bao'er's tea eggs later!"

"Our top priority now is to keep that man comfortable!"

He straightened his clothes and practiced the most standard, most flattering, and most heartwarming smile in front of his phone screen.

"Hehehe..."

"Grandpa, your grandson has come to pay his respects!"

next second.

A golden light shone on Zhang Chulan.

Thunder VIP membership, activated!

Zhang Chulan transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, rushing towards the direction where Wang Ye had disappeared.

As he ran, he shouted:

"Master Wang! Wait for me!"

"I'll go apologize to my senior too!"

"Let's go together! It shows we're sincere!"

At sunset.

That golden figure seemed so urgent, so...

Shameless.