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

Immediately afterwards, a warm current, as smooth as jade, flowed slowly into Tian Jinzhong's meridians through the hand that was holding his chin.

That warm current, powerful yet gentle, instantly sealed the wound at the base of his tongue, stopping the life force that was about to dissipate.

Tian Jinzhong stared blankly into his cloudy old eyes.

In my line of sight, the owner of that hand was slowly withdrawing his palm, then casually wiping the trace of blood on his tattered Taoist robe.

His movements were dismissive, and his expression was languid.

"It's so dirty."

The newcomer curled his lip, his perpetually half-open, lifeless eyes drooping slightly as he looked at the elderly man in the wheelchair who was still in a daze.

"You drool when you're a child, you bleed when you're old."

"Little Tianzi, are you destined to be forever separated from water?"

This is Xiao Tianzi.

His tone was light and airy, with a slightly hoarse voice as if he hadn't woken up properly.

But it was like a thunderbolt, violently splitting open Tian Jinzhong's heart, which had long been closed off by despair.

thump.

Tian Jinzhong's heart skipped a beat.

It was the thrill of escaping death, and even more so, the ecstasy of a long-awaited reunion.

He wanted to shout, he wanted to yell.

But his jaw was dislocated and his tongue was injured, so he could only make a series of indistinct "woo-woo" sounds from deep in his throat.

But those eyes.

Those old eyes, which had been sitting in a wheelchair for decades, had long since seen through the fickleness of human relationships.

At this moment, her face turned as red as a wronged child, and tears welled up like a burst dam, instantly blurring her vision.

It's him……

It's really him!

In his memory, there was the Tai Chu senior brother who was always unserious and lazy, but who could always hold up the sky for them when it was about to fall!

came back!

In this seemingly hopeless predicament, in this desperate moment when the secret is about to be lost.

He really came back!

"Alright, stop howling."

Zhang Taichu picked at his ear, looking impatient.

"How old is she? She's crying like a 200-pound child."

"Aren't you ashamed?"

talking.

He reached out and casually ruffled the bald head.

Just like decades ago, on the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, he often did the same thing to his two clingy junior brothers.

Click.

Just a casual gesture.

Another soft sound.

Tian Jinzhong's dislocated jaw was instantly put back in place.

Their movements were fluid and skillful, almost painful to watch.

"Senior...Senior Brother..."

As soon as his jaw returned to its normal position, Tian Jinzhong couldn't wait to shout it out.

His voice was hoarse and trembling, with a strong nasal tone and a bloody smell:

"I thought... I thought I'd never see you again in this lifetime..."

"I'm going to die... I'm guilty..."

"I'm guilty, senior brother!"

The old man's emotions completely collapsed at that moment.

He tried to grab Zhang Taichu's clothes, but his crippled hands could only hang limply at his sides, and he couldn't lift them even an inch no matter how hard he tried.

All it could do was desperately rub its head against Zhang Taichu's palm.

It was like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

"What crime is this?"

Zhang Taichu rolled his eyes, but instead of removing the hand from his junior brother's head, he gently patted it:

"To keep a stupid secret, he's gotten himself into this state."

"That's called stupidity, not a crime."

"What did Old Man Zuo teach you back then?"

"What's the point of keeping a secret if you're dead?"

They were verbally abusive.

However, the continuous flow of true qi into Tian Jinzhong's body never stopped.

That warm, profound, and vibrant power is gradually soothing the old man's riddled meridians and stabilizing his mind, which is on the verge of collapse.

"call……"

Feeling the warmth coming from above his head, Tian Jinzhong's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled back into his stomach.

The sky won't fall.

With my senior brother here, the sky won't fall.

Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire outside, even if there are floods and ferocious beasts in front of you.

As long as Senior Brother Taichu stands here, this is the safest place in the whole world.

"Alright, let's take a break."

Zhang Taichu patted Tian Jinzhong on the head, then gripped the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands.

Splash!

The wheelchair is turning.

He gently pulled Tian Jinzhong behind him.

It's like a mountain, blocking the wind and rain.

After doing all this.

Zhang Taichu slowly turned around.

Those eyes that had initially looked at their junior brother with a hint of disdain and helplessness.

The instant you turn to the other side of the room.

changed.

That languor, that nonchalance, vanished without a trace, like smoke scattered by a strong wind.

In an instant, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

The night wind that had been howling outside the window seemed to dare not blow in anymore.

They were less than three meters away from them.

Gong Qing looked warily at the young Taoist priest who had suddenly appeared.

The moment that hand appeared, Gong Qing felt an unprecedented fear creeping up his spine.

cold sweat.

Within a second, his clothes were soaked through.

It was a tremor stemming from a biological instinct.

That absolute suppression from the level of life itself made even breathing a luxury for him.

pat.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Gong Qing's nose and landed on the floor with a soft sound.

In sight.

The young Taoist priest, dressed in a tattered robe, was walking towards him step by step in his cloth shoes.

It lacked any earth-shattering grandeur.

There was no violent, oppressive aura.

But with each step, Gong Qing felt as if a heavy hammer was slamming into his chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Zhang Taichu walked to the chair where Gong Qing had just sat.

He reached out and pulled out the chair.

Then he plopped down on his bottom.

With great skill and strength.

Legs casually spread apart, hands resting on knees, body leaning slightly forward.

That excessively young face entered Gong Qing's field of vision without any concealment.

There was no anger or murderous intent in those eyes.

There's only a calmness, like looking at garbage.

"Sit down."

Zhang Taichu raised his chin and pointed to the ground:

"The leader of the Quanxing Sect, is that right?"

"What's wrong?"

"You don't even greet your elders when you see them?"

Gong Qing's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He desperately tried to control his body, to back away, to escape.

but.

Those two legs felt like they were filled with lead, so heavy that they couldn't lift them at all.

That mouth, which was usually eloquent and could manipulate the entire world of supernatural beings, was now unable to utter a single complete syllable.

That's too strong...

What kind of monster is this?!

As the acting leader of Quanxing, Gong Qing considered himself a man who had seen many big events.

He had also felt the overwhelming pressure from afar from the Supreme Master Zhang Zhiwei.

But the person in front of me is different.

The Old Celestial Master's strength is the kind of strength that is as vast as the sea and unfathomable, inspiring awe and making people want to worship him.

And the person in front of me...

His strength was a pure, unreasonable, and even somewhat tyrannical kind of strength.

It's like a huge rock pressing down on your chest.

No arguing, no nonsense.

I'm going to crush you.

"Three...three years..."

Under extreme fear, Gong Qing finally managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

His voice was sharp and hoarse, even tinged with a sob:

"Who...who are you...?"

"There's no one like you on Mount Longhu..."

Over the past three years, he has thoroughly explored every corner of Longhu Mountain.

He knew every Taoist priest, every register, and even the few dogs kept in the back mountain.

But he had never heard of such a person before!

If only I had known earlier that Tian Jinzhong had such a powerful figure standing behind him...

Even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to even consider that idea!

"who I am?"

Zhang Taichu raised an eyebrow, as if he had heard a funny joke.

He extended a finger and gently tapped the armrest of the chair.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The rhythmic tapping sound seemed to strike Gong Qing's nerves with every strike.

Who I am is not important.

"The important thing is..."

Zhang Taichu tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing over Gong Qing's shoulder to the still-burning firelight outside the window, his tone calm:

"You just said that over the past three years, you've been cleaning up after my junior brother, taking care of his bodily functions and enduring a lot of hardship?"

"Still acting like a pushover?"

Gong Qing's body trembled violently.

The words that were just used to humiliate Tian Jinzhong have now become a death knell.

"No...no..."

Gong Qing wanted to explain, to make excuses.

But Zhang Taichu didn't give him a chance at all.

"Since you feel wronged."

Zhang Taichu withdrew his gaze and returned it to Gong Qing's deathly pale face.

"Then stop pretending."

"You think you're qualified to play a grandson role?"

"How dare you call my junior brother 'Grand Tutor'?"