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

The air in the cafeteria felt somewhat stagnant.

The veins on the back of Wang Ai's hand, which was gripping the cane, were bulging.

That priceless dragon-headed cane was almost deformed from being squeezed in his hands.

If anyone else dared to speak to him like that, even those high-ranking officials, Wang Ai would dare to turn on them on the spot and let them know what the Wang family's methods were.

But...

The person sitting opposite him.

He was that madman who trampled on the dignity of their generation during that period.

"Oh……"

a long time.

A dry, cold laugh finally escaped from Wang Ai's throat.

He took a deep breath, trying to stop his body from trembling, and forced a sinister glint in his cloudy old eyes.

"Master Zhang is joking."

Wang Ai gave a forced, insincere smile, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm:

"Everyone in the world of supernatural beings knows you're stubborn."

"Let alone this broken wooden cane, even an iron rod probably wouldn't be able to budge you an inch."

As he spoke, he changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Taichu's tattered Taoist robe:

"However, things have changed now."

"It's the young people's world now. We old folks are all about tactics and power."

"Relying solely on brute strength, or that outdated seniority..."

Wang Ai paused, then lightly tapped the ground with her cane, making a crisp, thudding sound.

"I'm afraid that won't scare anyone."

Anyone who isn't deaf can hear the barb in those words.

This is a message to Zhang Taichu.

Your approach is outdated.

In today's world of supernatural beings, it's not about who has the strongest fists, but who has the most ruthless methods and the most powerful backers!

Lu Ci, who was standing to the side, did not speak, but his one eye narrowed slightly, clearly indicating that he agreed with Wang Ai's statement.

Feng Zhenghao kept his head down, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

As for the younger generation around them who were eavesdropping, none of them dared to breathe loudly.

This is a battle of gods!

This old man Wang is really tough; he actually dared to stand up to this guy.

Upon hearing Wang Ai's words, Zhang Taichu raised an eyebrow and finally stopped what he was doing.

He took the toothpick, which had been bitten and was now somewhat frayed, and examined it closely.

"Xiao Wang, if you start talking about this, I won't be sleepy anymore."

Zhang Taichu leaned forward slightly, and his eyes, which were always half-open, suddenly became bright and sparkling.

"When it comes to power, who can compare to Longhu Mountain?"

"Speaking of methods, there aren't many that can rival this year's Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

"Oh, right, a big black rat climbed onto my roof a couple of days ago."

"It was suppressed by my protective true qi all night."

"You don't actually think that kind of trash can be called 'method'?"

"I remember in the end, I think I still ended up in your courtyard, Xiao Wang."

Zhang Taichu looked at Wang Ai and added casually.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ai felt a rush of blood to her head, and her originally pale face instantly turned a deep purplish-red.

"you……"

Wang Ai suddenly stood up, slamming her cane heavily on the ground:

"Zhang Taichu!"

"Don't bleed..."

call out--!

A faint yet extremely sharp sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out.

Wang Ai's words came to an abrupt end.

His cloudy eyes suddenly widened to their maximum.

Right in his field of vision.

A blurry afterimage was rapidly magnifying in his pupils at a speed that exceeded the limits of human vision.

That is……

A bamboo toothpick, covered in saliva and with its tip bitten open!

too fast!

It was so fast that Wang Ai had no time to react.

There wasn't even time to mobilize the protective Qi.

puff!

A soft sound.

Wang Ai felt a chill on her cheek, and a thin bloodstain was slowly appearing on her plump right cheek.

Fresh blood seeped from the wound, gathering into a bead of blood that slowly slid down.

Wang Ai stood there stiffly, her hand holding the cane trembling as if she were in the late stages of Parkinson's disease.

Just a little bit more...

If it's facing the center of the forehead...

If it's aimed at the throat...

He is now a corpse!

"Tsk."

Zhang Taichu remained seated in the chair, still in the same position as when he spat out the toothpick, his lips slightly pursed, his eyes carrying a hint of nonchalant teasing.

"Little Wang."

Zhang Taichu looked at the terrified old man and slowly spoke.

"Look at yourself."

"How can someone who's already so fat still float around?"

"Even gravity can't hold you back, huh?"

"Keep your feet on the ground."

Zhang Taichu stretched out his finger, pointed to the ground, and then to Wang Ai's still bleeding face:

"Don't let yourself get too cocky one day."

"Fell down."

"But you could fall and die."

puff.

Wang Ai could no longer hold on.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed into the chair.

The dragon-headed cane, representing the majesty of the Wang family patriarch, fell to the ground with a thud and rolled to Zhang Taichu's feet.

But he didn't dare to pick it up at all.

He could only cover his still-bleeding cheek and gasp for breath.

The resentment and anger in his eyes had long since vanished.

Instead, there was a deep-seated fear.

He was afraid.

He was genuinely scared.

This madman...

This madman I haven't seen in sixty years...

It's even stronger than it was back then!

It's so strong that it's despair-inducing!

"The real person is right!"

Just then.

Feng Zhenghao, who had been sitting silently to the side, suddenly stood up.

He straightened his collar, and then, without any hesitation, gave Zhang Taichu a deep 90-degree bow.

The movements were standard and the attitude was sincere.

"I have learned a great deal!"

"The words of a true person are like the resounding tones of a great bell, awakening and enlightening!"

"I will certainly keep this in mind, remain grounded, and never dare to be complacent in the slightest!"

Feng Zhenghao's forehead was also covered in cold sweat.

But he is a smart man.

He was also a shrewd and pragmatic leader.

Even a veteran like Wang Ai could only be beaten in front of this guy.

In this man's eyes, the Feng family's meager fortune is probably nothing at all.

If not now, when?

With Feng Zhenghao taking the lead.

The other members of the Ten Elders, who were still sitting in their chairs, also seemed to wake up from a dream.

One by one, they stood up eagerly.

"The real person is right!"

"We will certainly remember this!"

"Your skill is truly unparalleled; we are in awe!"

In a short time.

Throughout the cafeteria, compliments rose and fell.

The scene was even more spectacular than when the old Celestial Master entered the door.

Even Lü Ci, who had been wearing a gloomy face, lowered his head and remained silent, completely surrendering.

"Alright, alright."

Looking at the group of bowing and scraping old men in front of him, Zhang Taichu felt utterly bored.

He kicked away the cane beside his feet and waved his hand:

"I get annoyed just looking at you guys first thing in the morning."

"Go do what you're supposed to do."

"Don't get in my way."

"Get out of here!"

Hearing the word "get lost".

These usually aloof and powerful figures seemed to have heard some heavenly music.

"Yes, yes, we'll get out of here right now."

"Enjoy your meal at your leisure."

"I won't disturb your enjoyment any longer."

The group felt as if they had been granted a pardon.

Even Wang Ai struggled to get up from the chair, picked up her crutch, covered her face, and rushed out without uttering a harsh word.

That figure looked utterly disheveled.

Less than half a minute.

The group of people who had just come to confront them so aggressively had all disappeared.

"What a bunch of useless trash."

Zhang Taichu pursed his lips and looked away.

Then he turned his head and looked at Zhang Zhiwei, who had been watching the show with a smile.

next second.

Zhang Taichu, quick as a flash, reached out and grabbed the freshly peeled tea egg in front of Zhang Zhiwei.

"Give it to me!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Junior brother! I just peeled these!"

Eager to protect the food, Zhang Zhi reached out to grab it.

"How old are you? Aren't you afraid of getting high cholesterol from eating so many eggs?"

Zhang Taichu swallowed half an egg in one gulp, mumbling indistinctly:

"Junior brother, I'm still growing and need to eat more."

"Besides, that toothpick hit just now didn't take any effort, did it?"

"Hurry up, give me some of your tofu pudding too."