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

Lu Jin covered his swollen cheek, and his blood-red eyes, filled with murderous desire, momentarily went blank.

who am I?

where am I?

Who just hit me?

The piercing pain that went deep into his bones shot straight up his facial nerves to the top of his head, making his already chaotic brain slosh around.

But the pain was not unfamiliar to him.

Instead, it had a... damn familiar feeling.

Just like that sunny afternoon decades ago.

In front of the Sanyi Sect's mountain gate, a young Taoist priest in a tattered robe, looking lazy, was munching on a cucumber he had taken from someone else, while flicking his forehead with his finger.

"Little Lu, your practice of the Reverse Life Triple Stage isn't very good. All you've learned is how to get angry?"

"Come on, call me senior brother and I'll teach you how to be a person."

The floodgates of memory were violently blasted open by this slap.

The scene before my eyes gradually became clearer.

The young Taoist priest standing in front of him was swinging his wrist and looking at him with disdain.

He looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

Those dead fish eyes that were always half-open.

And that light, casual "Little Lu".

boom!

Lu Jin's heart, which was over a hundred years old, suddenly skipped a beat.

The red light in his eyes faded at a visible speed, replaced by an incredulous disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost, and... an instinctive fear buried deep in his bones for decades.

That nightmare that had dominated their entire generation.

That little monster that even the proud and arrogant Master Zuo Ruotong could only shake his head and sigh with a wry smile.

came back?

"Mrs……"

Lu Jin opened her mouth, her voice hoarse, her upper and lower teeth still chattering uncontrollably.

The name was on the tip of my tongue, but I dared not utter it easily.

He feared that this was just another hallucination he was experiencing while he was going astray.

"Too what? Too?"

Zhang Taichu picked at his ear, then casually wiped the hand he had just used to slap someone on Lu Jin's expensive suit, his tone languid:

"Decades have passed, and you're still as useless as ever."

"Before, I was beaten until I cried; now, I'm being played until I go crazy."

"If Old Man Zuo were still alive, seeing you like this, he'd probably jump out of his coffin and die again."

Upon hearing the name "Old Man Zuo".

Lu Jin's body trembled violently.

In this world, there is only one person who dares to call his god-like master that.

It's not a hallucination!

It's really not a hallucination!

This moment.

What about the prestige of the Ten Elders, what about a flawless reputation, what about being the sole survivor of the Trinity?

All the burdens and all the pretenses shattered before the seemingly young but actually incredibly senior senior brother in front of him.

"Wow--!!!"

A deafening wail suddenly erupted from Lu Jin's throat without warning.

This old man was a powerful figure in the world of supernatural beings, and he never bowed his head even when surrounded by the four madmen of Quanxing.

At this moment, it's like a child who has suffered all kinds of grievances outside and has finally seen their parents.

Tears and snot instantly covered that wrinkled old face.

"Senior brother!!!"

"Senior Brother Taichu!!!"

"You're still alive... I thought I'd never see you again in this lifetime..."

Boom!

Lu Jin's knees buckled, and without any hesitation, she knelt down straight in front of everyone present.

He wailed and cried, then opened his arms, trying to hug Zhang Taichu's legs.

The way he acted was even more affectionate than when he saw his own father.

Decades of grievances!

The entire Sanyi Sect was wiped out, and his master died of anger. He alone bore the burden of this blood feud, struggling to survive in this treacherous world of supernatural beings.

He's exhausted!

Now, the older brother who can slap all the troublemakers away is finally back.

What face does he have left?

Can you eat your face?

"roll!"

Just as Lu Jin's tear-streaked old face was about to rub against Zhang Taichu's Taoist robe...

A foot wearing a tattered cloth shoe pressed mercilessly against his forehead.

They forcefully pushed him back.

"It's filthy."

Zhang Taichu looked at the old face under his shoe with disgust, his eyebrows furrowed in disapproval.

"Snot! Watch your snot!"

"If you dare to touch me even a little bit, believe me, I'll give you a full set of those old 'snap' right now!"

Hearing the words "brain-slapping package"...

Lu Jin's body, which was still rushing forward, suddenly stiffened; it was the memory of pain etched into her DNA.

He sniffled, abruptly stopping his movements, and knelt on the ground, looking up at Zhang Taichu with a pitiful expression.

"Senior brother... I won't rub against you..."

"I just want...to be closer to you..."

This scene took a sudden turn in style.

This left Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu, who were not far away, completely dumbfounded.

pat.

Zhang Chulan's phone fell to the ground, and the screen shattered.

His mouth gaped open, his jaw almost dislocated, and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

Is this really Grandpa Lu?

Is this the same Lu Jin who was chasing him all over the mountain just now, trying to blast him to smithereens?

This guy's been possessed!

"That's one of the Ten Elders..."

Zhang Chulan rubbed his eyes hard with trembling hands, muttering to himself:

"Master Lingyu, have I been knocked senseless? Am I hallucinating?"

next to.

Zhang Lingyu, who was seriously injured, also looked dazed.

Although he knew that the person his master was paying special attention to might be someone of great importance.

But he never dreamed of it.

Even a respected senior like Lu Jin was so humble in front of this person.

"No……"

Zhang Lingyu swallowed hard, his voice hoarse:

"This is not an illusion."

"Just who exactly is this Zhang Chu?"

Just as these two younger people were still questioning their existence.

Zhang Taichu, who was originally stepping on Lu Jin's forehead and preparing to give him a lecture with a look of disgust, was just standing there.

Those eyes, which were always half-asleep, suddenly narrowed slightly.

Her original lazy and casual demeanor vanished in an instant.

Instead, there was a suffocating coldness.

I looked up and gazed into the depths of the back mountain, where Rongku Pavilion was located.

This is Tian Jinzhong's residence.

"Oh……"

Zhang Taichu withdrew his foot from Lu Jin's forehead.

"I initially thought it was just a swarm of flies."

"Unexpectedly, a foolhardy rat has sneaked in."

"They don't even spare the disabled?"

In an instant, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

Lu Jin, who was kneeling on the ground, was the first to react.

He was also a shrewd person, and instantly sensed the chilling killing intent emanating from Zhang Taichu.

"Senior brother?"

Lu Jin wiped away the tears on his face, his expression instantly turning serious. Although half of his face was still swollen, his eyes had regained some of the sharpness of a seasoned veteran.

"What happened?"

"Is it those scum from the Quanxing sect?"

"I'm going to kill them!"

As he spoke, he struggled to get up.

"Alright, stop making a fool of yourself."

Zhang Taichu didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand, his tone returning to its usual nonchalant disdain:

"Wipe your face clean. You're so old, aren't you afraid the younger generation will laugh at you?"

"And the two little ones too."

He pointed to Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu, who were still in a daze in the distance.

"You all stay put."

"The sky over Longhu Mountain hasn't collapsed yet."

Even if it collapses...

Zhang Taichu straightened the collar of his tattered Taoist robe, his voice calm:

"With the Celestial Master around, the rain won't fall on your heads."

The words fell.

He didn't make any move.

He was like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind.

Under everyone's gaze, it faded and disappeared instantly.

Only a faint breeze remained, swirling around in place.

……

The back mountain.

Rongku Pavilion.

This is the most secluded place in the entire Longhu Mountain.

It is also the most heavily guarded place besides the Old Celestial Master.

But tonight.

The chaos and fighting on the front mountain perfectly captured everyone's attention.

Most of the disciples guarding this place have also been transferred to support the front lines.

squeak-

The heavy wooden door of Rongku Pavilion was gently pushed open from the outside.

A small, thin figure dressed in Taoist robes tiptoed in.

"Master Tian?"

Are you asleep?

The young Taoist's voice sounded trembling, as if he was frightened by the shouts of battle outside.

in the room.

In a wheelchair.

Tian Jinzhong, an old man whose limbs were all crippled and who hadn't been able to get out of bed for decades, was sitting quietly in the darkness.

He did not answer.

But those seemingly cloudy old eyes were unusually bright at this moment, staring intently at the figure at the door.

"Little Feather..."

Tian Jinzhong spoke slowly, his voice unusually calm:

"It's so chaotic outside, why aren't you hiding? What are you doing in my cramped old man's house?"

The young Taoist boy named Xiaoyuzi did not answer immediately.

Instead, he turned around and closed the door.