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

Guest rooms and courtyards at the front of Longhu Mountain.

In the dimly lit room, only the computer screen emitted a faint blue light, reflecting on Xu San's serious and somewhat stiff face.

Xu San's fingers flew across the keyboard, making a clattering sound.

Beside him, Xu Si leaned against the windowsill, holding a lighter in his hand that was so small that you couldn't tell what brand it was if you weren't paying attention. The cap opened with a ding and then closed with a snap.

Zhang Chulan huddled on the sofa in the corner of the room, his hands covering his head, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Third son, how's it going? Did you find anything?"

Xu Si finally couldn't hold back any longer, slammed the lighter shut, and turned to look at Xu San.

Xu San took a deep breath, stopped typing, and pushed up his glasses.

There is no record of it.

Xu San's voice was somewhat hoarse:

"I searched the company's database, and even the top-secret archives at the bunker."

The result was... no such person could be found.

Upon hearing those four words, Xu Si's pupils contracted sharply.

He strode to the computer, staring intently at the huge red "NO DATA" message on the screen, gritting his teeth.

"How is that possible? A living person, as long as he has lived in this world, will definitely leave traces."

Birth certificate, household registration information, school records, even train ticket purchase records... how could they all be blank?

Xu San took off his glasses, rubbed his slightly throbbing temples, and said in a serious tone:

There are only two possibilities.

"First, he is an unregistered resident who has never left the mountains; he has spent his entire life in these deep forests."

"second……"

Xu San paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Chulan in the corner, and lowered his voice:

"His file is at such a high level that even our regional head has no right to view it."

"Or perhaps, it was deliberately erased completely."

Gudong.

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

He abruptly raised his head, his face, which usually wore a smug grin, now filled with terror:

"Third brother, fourth brother, what do you think... just who is this person?"

"The way he looked at Bao'er just now... honestly, it felt like I was being stared at by a Tyrannosaurus Rex."

Zhang Chulan trembled as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, trying to light it, but found that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't even light a lighter.

"And he called out my grandfather's name right away..."

"That tone didn't sound like he was mentioning a deceased elder at all; it sounded more like he was mentioning an...old friend?"

Xu Si snatched the lighter from Zhang Chulan's hand, lit a cigarette for him, and then lit one for himself, taking a deep drag.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Xu Si's eyes turned incredibly sinister:

"No matter who he is, the fact that he can see through the baby's secrets at a glance is already the biggest threat."

"If it's the first possibility, then it's easier to handle; at most, he's a reclusive master."

"But what if it's the second one..."

Xu Si stubbed out his cigarette on the windowsill, sparks flying everywhere.

"Then the waters of Longhu Mountain are truly deep."

Silence fell in the room once again.

Only Feng Baobao remained sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the cucumber she hadn't finished eating. The crisp sound of her chewing seemed out of place at that moment.

"No matter what, this person is not to be messed with."

Feng Baobao suddenly spoke, her voice calm and without a trace of emotion.

Xu San and Xu Si turned to look at her at the same time.

Feng Baobao swallowed the cucumber in her mouth, and blinked her empty, large eyes:

"The aura emanating from him is terrifying."

"He's even scarier than that old man on this mountain."

……

Late at night, on the back mountain of Longhu Mountain.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the undulating rooftops, draping this ancient temple in a silvery veil.

A figure was lying undignifiedly on the highest roof of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Zhang Taichu had his hands behind his head, his legs crossed, and a blade of grass he'd picked from who-knows-where dangling from his mouth, bobbing up and down with his breath.

His Taoist robe was loosely open, revealing a section of his fair chest. The night wind blew, and the hem of the robe fluttered in the breeze.

Step, step, step.

A soft footstep came from below.

Zhang Taichu didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to swing his leg, muttering something under his breath:

"Old man, why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night, instead of coming up on the roof like a night owl?"

A tall figure slowly emerged from the shadows; it was none other than the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei.

Looking at his unruly junior brother, a hint of helplessness flashed across Zhang Zhiwei's wrinkled old face.

He walked over to Zhang Taichu, not bothering with the decorum of a Celestial Master, lifted his Taoist robe, and sat down next to Zhang Taichu.

"You seem to have a lot of free time."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the bright moon in the sky and sighed:

"I've only been down the mountain for less than a day, and I've already caused such a huge mess."

"The people from Na Du Tong are frantically investigating your background right now. Even that old bastard Zhao Fangxu just called me, subtly asking if there are any secret weapons hidden in Longhu Mountain."

Zhang Taichu snorted, turned over, and faced sideways to Zhang Zhiwei:

"None of my business."

"It's clearly those flies that are making too much noise, buzzing around so loudly that I can't sleep."

"I was just trying to be kind and remind that girl to take care of herself, but those people acted like cats whose tails had been stepped on."

At this point, Zhang Taichu spat out the foxtail grass in his mouth, sat up, and looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a dissatisfied expression:

"Hey senior brother, you're not doing a very good job as a Celestial Master."

"How dare you let this kind of trash into Longhu Mountain? If this were sixty years ago, I would have thrown this unruly fellow down the mountain to feed the wolves long ago."

Zhang Zhiwei's lips twitched twice.

He glanced at Zhang Taichu:

"We live in a society governed by the rule of law, and we value harmony."

"Besides, that's a powerful figure, representing those above. If you come down from the mountain and immediately start fighting them, how will you ever be able to survive back down there?"

"mix?"

Zhang Taichu raised an eyebrow, a disdainful smile appearing on his face:

"Do I, Zhang Taichu, need to be beholden to anyone else?"

"Don't even mention being a jack-of-all-trades, even those from back then..."

Halfway through his sentence, Zhang Taichu seemed to remember something and abruptly stopped talking.

He waved his hand, looking impatient.

"Alright, alright, stop with this nonsense."

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and laid it out in front of Zhang Zhiwei:

"Where are the things?"

Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback: "What is it?"

"Why are you pretending to be stupid?"

Zhang Taichu's eyes widened:

"Sweet tofu pudding! And it's still hot!"

"I specifically told you on my way down the mountain to use less sugar! Less sugar! You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Seeing the hand stretched out under his nose, Zhang Zhiwei's usually calm and collected face, which had never wavered in the face of any storm, finally broke down.

This generation of Celestial Masters, the pinnacle of the supernatural world, came up to the rooftop in the dead of night, intending to discuss the current situation with his junior brother, the strange Feng Baobao, and their next course of action.

As a result, this guy's head is full of tofu pudding?

"no."

Zhang Zhiwei slapped Zhang Taichu's hand away impatiently:

"Where would you find tofu pudding so late at night? That's for breakfast!"

"Hey! You old fogey!"

Zhang Taichu was immediately displeased and pointed at Zhang Zhiwei's nose, ready to start cursing:

"What's wrong with wanting some tofu pudding? I've been in seclusion for sixty years, and you can't even grant me this small request? You're abusing an elderly person!"

"Who do you call yourself an old man? You look even younger than Lingyu!"

Zhang Zhiwei was amused and annoyed, and replied with a glare and a puff of his beard.

The two of them stared at each other like two old children on the quiet rooftop.

Half an hour passed.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, the imposing aura emanating from him dissipated, and he reverted to being the kind old Taoist priest.

"Alright, I'll have someone deliver it to you first thing tomorrow morning."

"However, junior brother, these past few days have been filled with the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, and various forces have been mixed together. The Quanxing people are also secretly spying on us."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Taichu, his tone becoming slightly more serious:

"Your current identity is Zhang Chu, a menial Taoist priest. There are some methods... it's best to avoid using them if possible."

"If we really manage to lure those old guys out, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony might not be able to proceed."

Zhang Taichu pursed his lips, lay back down, and rested his hands behind his head:

"Okay, okay, you're so long-winded."

"I'm too lazy to lift a finger unless someone bothers me. Sweeping is much better; it's good for self-cultivation."

"but……"

Zhang Taichu squinted, looking at the full moon in the sky, his voice becoming somewhat ethereal:

"If some fools insist on going against me, then they can't blame me."

Zhang Zhiwei gave him a deep look and said nothing more.

He stood up and dusted off his Taoist robe.

"It's late, you should get some rest."

After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei's figure flickered and he instantly disappeared from the rooftop.

Zhang Taichu was left all alone, lying forlornly among the rubble.

Silence returned to the surroundings.

Only the sound of the pine trees in the distance, one wave after another.

The languor and roguishness in Zhang Taichu's eyes gradually faded as Zhang Zhiwei left.

Instead, there is a bottomless abyss.

He raised his hand and looked at his fair and slender palms, which gleamed like jade in the moonlight.

These hands, once stained with blood, have also turned the tide in times of crisis.

Now, all he can do is hold a bald broom.

"Big-eared thief..."

Zhang Taichu murmured softly, his voice so faint it was almost carried away by the wind:

"Your grandson... he doesn't have even a fraction of your former charm."

"Back then, you risked being vilified and living in hiding your whole life for that secret."

"Now your grandson is scared like a quail over this trivial matter."

Zhang Taichu's lips curled into a mocking smile, as if he were talking to thin air, or perhaps to a friend who had been dead for many years:

"If you were alive today and saw this, you'd probably be turning in your grave!"

He slowly closed his eyes, and the image of that short man with protruding ears and a cunning smile appeared in his mind.

"Just wait and see."

"Now that I'm out, those who drove you to your death back then..."

"Not a single one will escape."