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

The next morning.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin mist of Longhu Mountain and shone on the vermilion walls of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

A heart-wrenching scream shattered the tranquility of the back mountain.

"Uncle-Master! Uncle-Master! You mustn't! You really mustn't!"

"That was passed down from our ancestor!"

The main gate of the Heavenly Master's Mansion's storeroom.

Rong Shan lay sprawled on the ground, clinging tightly to Zhang Taichu's leg. His usually dignified square face was now covered in snot and tears, making him cry like a three-hundred-pound child.

And behind him.

The warehouse, which was originally neat and solemn and treasured the millennia-old heritage of Longhu Mountain, now looks as if it has just experienced a Category 12 typhoon.

The cabinet doors were wide open, and the drawers were overturned.

Packing boxes and straw were scattered all over the ground.

With one leg held by Rong Shan, Zhang Taichu was still kicking things into the huge snakeskin bag with his other leg.

"Let go!"

Zhang Taichu stared with dead fish eyes, shook his legs, only to find that Rong Shan was hugging him even tighter.

"Hey Rong, this isn't funny."

Zhang Taichu held a small blue-and-white porcelain bottle in his hand, and without even looking at it, casually tossed it behind him.

pat.

It landed precisely in the sack in Feng Baobao's hands, who was busy working behind her.

"I'm just buying some local specialties, aren't I?"

"Look at your stingy ways! Aren't you afraid of embarrassing Longhu Mountain if word gets out?"

Rong Shan watched the small bottle fly away, his heart bleeding.

That's a Dragon-Returning Pill!

A miraculous medicine that can save someone from death as long as they have a breath left!

There were less than ten bottles stored in the entire Longhu Mountain area, and you took three of them? And you call them local specialties?

"Uncle-Master!"

Rongshan howled even louder:

"Is this a local specialty? These are Master's lifeblood!"

"If you had just brought some tea and fruit, that would have been fine, but these pills... these magical artifacts..."

"Are you trying to empty Longhu Mountain?"

"fart!"

Zhang Taichu frowned and gently kicked his leg.

A gentle yet irresistible force surged forth, sending Rong Shan sliding three or four meters across the marble floor.

What does "empty out" mean?

"I'm just helping you clear out your inventory!"

Zhang Taichu dusted off his hands and pointed to the dazzling array of bottles and jars on the shelves:

"These things are just sitting there, what if they expire?"

"What should I do if it grows mold?"

"It's not only a waste of resources, but it also takes up space!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and called out to Zhang Chulan, who was busily sweeping the shelves like a diligent little bee:

"Zhang Chulan!"

What are you dawdling over there for?

"Where's the embroidery?"

in the corner.

Zhang Chulan held two boxes of ginseng in his hands, looking conflicted and embarrassed.

He glanced at his Uncle Rongshan, who was sitting on the ground weeping and wailing, and then looked at the ginseng in his hand, which was obviously old and frighteningly aged.

"Grandmaster Uncle..."

Zhang Chulan shrank back and whispered:

"Is what we're doing... a bit too much?"

"After all, this is the old Celestial Master's entire fortune..."

"What's the difference between this and robbery?"

Yesterday, he was an invincible master who dominated the entire arena.

I brought them here early this morning to pry open the door to my own warehouse.

This stark contrast still leaves Zhang Chulan's head spinning.

"robbery?"

Zhang Taichu chuckled and walked a few steps to Zhang Chulan.

Snapped!

He raised his hand and slapped Zhang Chulan on the back of the head.

"You don't know anything!"

Zhang Taichu snatched the ginseng from Zhang Chulan's hand, glanced at it, and threw it back disdainfully.

"You'd take something that's hundreds of years old and defective? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Go! That red box inside, that's the one that's a thousand years old!"

After reprimanding Zhang Chulan, Zhang Taichu stood with his hands on his hips, looking utterly disappointed in him.

"Kid, you've got to remember this."

"This isn't robbery, this is strategic material stockpiling!"

"Once you leave the mountain, you enter the world of martial arts."

What is the martial arts world?

"The martial arts world is a place that devours people without spitting out their bones!"

Zhang Taichu pointed to the sky outside:

"On the mountain, you have a canteen to eat in, soft beds to sleep in, and if you get injured, your fellow disciples will bring you medicine."

"Who will care about you once you're down the mountain?"

"Do you expect NTT (a major telecommunications company) to reimburse your medical expenses?"

"Are you still hoping that fat old man Wang Ai will bring you comfort?"

Zhang Chulan covered the back of his head and blinked twice.

That seems to make sense?

Zhang Taichu continued, spitting as he spoke.

"If we don't bring some weapons this time we come down the mountain, what if we run into some tough guys? Are you going to try and persuade them with your words?"

At this point, Zhang Taichu turned to look in the other direction.

"Look at that baby!"

"Learn from this!"

Following Zhang Taichu's finger, I looked in that direction.

Feng Baobao was seen squatting in a corner.

The snakeskin bag beside her had bulged like a small hill.

But it's not over yet.

At this moment, Feng Baobao was holding a bronze alchemy furnace that was half her height with both hands, her feet were braced against the wall, her face was flushed, and she was trying her best to pull it out.

crunch - crunch -

That's a furnace for refining pills that's fixed to the ground!

The rivets at the joints were groaning under the strain.

"Heave-ho... Heave-ho..."

Feng Baobao chanted a work song, her big eyes filled with determination:

"This... is a lump of iron..."

"It can be sold for money..."

Zhang Chulan's lips twitched violently.

That's an antique, ma'am!

That's an alchemy furnace!

You're selling it as scrap metal?

Upon seeing this, Rongshan rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

"That's enough!"

Zhang Taichu also felt that it was a bit excessive, mainly because that thing was too heavy and difficult to carry.

"We don't need that alchemy furnace anymore; it takes up too much space."

"Go over there and take those cans of tea with you."

"That's a treasure that Old Zhang keeps hidden away, Enlightenment Tea. He usually wouldn't take it out even if I wanted to drink it."

Upon hearing this, Feng Baobao immediately released the alchemy furnace.

He darted to the tea cabinet in a flash.

He picked up several exquisite purple clay jars and stuffed them all into the bag.

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

After half an hour.

The warehouse finally quieted down.

The shelves, which were once fully stocked, are now cleaner than if a dog had licked them clean.

Apart from a few large magical artifacts that were too heavy to move, there wasn't a single hair left.

Zhang Taichu stood at the door and patted the huge package, which was taller than him, with satisfaction.

"Alright."

"knock off."

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and was about to light it.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

My gaze fell on the two heavy warehouse doors.

The gate is made of Phoebe zhennan wood and covered with thick brass, carved with dragon and tiger patterns, making it look very impressive.

Zhang Taichu touched his chin, his eyes becoming somewhat profound.

Feng Baobao seemed to sense something.

She put down the bag in her hand, took out a shovel from behind her waist, and silently walked to the door hinge.

"This door..."

"It's a good thing too."

Feng Baobao said expressionlessly, already gesturing with the shovel in her hand.

"No, no, no! Sister Bao'er! Have mercy!"

Zhang Chulan was so frightened that he lunged forward and hugged Feng Baobao's waist.

"That's the main gate!"

"If we tear down all the doors, the Old Master really will chop us up!"

"This really can't be sold!"

Just then.

A roar filled with suppressed rage, like rolling thunder, came from the direction of the main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion in the distance.

"Zhang! Tai! Chu!"

boom!

The sound, mixed with the oppressive power of the Golden Light Mantra, made the tiles on the roof of the warehouse rattle and clatter.

"You damned bastard!"

"Take your things and get out of here!"

"If you dare to tear down my door, I'll clean house today!"

Zhang Chulan was so frightened that he almost knelt on the ground.

Zhang Taichu curled his lip, his face full of disdain.

"cut."

"So stingy."

"They're just two broken doors, what's all the fuss about?"

He reached out and patted Feng Baobao on the head:

"Alright, stop tearing it down."

"Old Zhang is getting angry, let's give him some face."

"Let's go, let's go."

Done.

Zhang Taichu grabbed the huge package weighing several hundred kilograms with one hand and casually hoisted it onto his shoulder.

His relaxed demeanor made it seem as if he were carrying a sack of cotton, not a pile of rare and precious herbs.

"Rongshan."

Before leaving, Zhang Taichu didn't forget to wave to Rong Shan, who was still slumped on the ground:

"Don't cry."

"Go back and tell your master."

Out with the old, in with the new.

"Once I've made a fortune down the mountain, I'll definitely bring him something good."

"See you later!"

Done.

Zhang Taichu swaggered down the mountain, humming an unknown tune.

Feng Baobao followed behind, carrying another large bag and expressionless.

Zhang Chulan gave a wry smile and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Rong Shan:

"Uncle Rong... um... I'm sorry to offend you."

Take care!

After saying that, he picked up a small bag and jogged after him.

Looking at those three figures, which seemed to be fleeing a famine.

Rongshan got up from the ground, looked at the empty warehouse, and felt like crying.

"What the hell is this...?"

……

On the highest pavilion of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Zhang Zhiwei stood with his hands behind his back, in front of the window.

The wind ruffled his long beard and his golden Taoist robe.

His gaze pierced through the layers of tree shadows, following the winding mountain road.

Watching that figure carrying a large bag, walking unsteadily, gradually disappear into the distance.

Zhang Zhiwei's previously tense face gradually relaxed.

The hint of anger deep in his eyes had long since vanished.

Instead, there was an undisguised worry and reluctance.

"That bastard..."

Zhang Zhiwei cursed under his breath, his eyes slightly red.

"Take it, take it."

"It would be best to empty out Longhu Mountain."

"As long as you come back safe and sound from this trip down the mountain..."

Tian Jinzhong, who was beside him, turned his wheelchair over, looked down the mountain, and sighed softly:

"Senior brother."

Don't worry too much.

"You know Taichu's abilities better than I do."

"The one in this world who can harm him has not yet been born."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, his gaze becoming deep and distant:

"I'm not worried about his abilities."

"I'm worried about his temperament."

"Sixty years have passed..."

"The martial arts world down this mountain is no longer the same as it used to be, a world of chivalry and vengeance."

"The human heart is a den of demons, with undercurrents surging beneath the surface."

"If he goes, he's going to create a huge hole in the sky."

At this point, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly laughed.

"but……"

"It's better that it's been exposed."

"It's time for this lifeless world of supernatural beings to shed some blood and change things up."

On the mountain road.

Zhang Taichu carried the snakeskin bag, which was bigger than himself, and walked briskly.

The heavy bundle seemed as light as a feather on his shoulders.

The morning sunlight shone on him, casting his shadow long and thin.

"Master Uncle! Where are we going?"

Then came Zhang Chulan's panting shouts from behind.

Zhang Taichu didn't turn around, but simply raised one hand and pointed to the bustling world below the mountain.

"Where to?"

"Go see those old friends."

"Go collect the debts."

"By the way..."

A wild, unrestrained laugh curled at the corner of Zhang Taichu's mouth. He quickened his pace, like a tiger descending a mountain, plunging headlong into the vast mundane world.

"Tell the whole world."

"I am Zhang Taichu."

"They're here!"