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

The high-speed train slowly slowed down, and the friction between the wheels and the track produced a low hum.

A sweet female voice announced the arrival information at the final destination, Beijing West Railway Station, over the loudspeaker.

Inside the business class carriage.

The flight attendant looked at the window that was still drafty and had to be temporarily covered with a layer of plastic sheeting with tape, and hesitated to speak.

She stole a glance at the Taoist priest sitting in that spot.

Zhang Taichu remained slumped in the chair, his eyes slightly closed.

"Uncle-Master, we've arrived."

Zhang Chulan came closer, a cautious smile on his face, and casually put the empty mineral water bottle next to Zhang Taichu into the trash bag.

"This is Beijing, right under the walls of the Forbidden City."

Zhang Taichu slowly opened his eyes.

He stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked and popped.

Several passengers who were packing their luggage nearby subconsciously stopped what they were doing and stiffly shrank to the side.

The scene of catching a bullet with bare hands just now has left a huge psychological scar on these people.

"Let's go."

Zhang Taichu casually uttered two words, put his hands in his sleeves, and swaggered towards the carriage door.

Feng Baobao, carrying a huge backpack and with half a cucumber still in her mouth, followed closely behind.

Zhang Chulan gave a wry smile, resignedly picked up the bags and followed after them like a laborer from a moving company.

I exited the platform.

A cacophony of voices suddenly surged forth.

As a transportation hub in the capital city, Beijing West Railway Station experiences an astonishingly large passenger flow.

Countless hurried travelers brushed past each other, the sound of rolling suitcases creating a noisy sea.

Zhang Taichu stood on the escalator, looking down at the steel jungle-like hall.

"chaos."

Zhang Taichu pursed his lips and gave a one-word evaluation.

"That's right, it's the capital after all, it's crowded and lively."

Zhang Chulan, panting, explained from behind:

"Uncle-Master, where do we go next? Should we find a hotel to stay in, or...?"

"What hotel should we stay at?"

Zhang Taichu didn't turn his head, his gaze passing through the bustling crowd, as if searching for some direction.

"Contact that Xiao Wang."

Tell him I've arrived.

……

At the same time.

A quiet Chinese courtyard in the outskirts of Beijing.

This is the private residence of Wang Weiguo, a member of the China Overseas Group, and it is usually heavily guarded.

But in recent days, the atmosphere here has become unusually strange.

Wang Ye, dressed in his loose-fitting Taoist robe and wearing his ever-present cloth shoes with their thousand-layer soles, was squatting on the second-floor terrace of his villa.

He was holding a large thermos cup with the words "Serve the People" printed on it, and his dark circles made him look like a miner who had just crawled out of a coal mine.

"I can't live like this anymore..."

Wang Ye sighed, unscrewed the thermos, and tilted his head back to gulp down a large mouthful of strong tea.

The bitter tea flowed down his throat, barely suppressing the irritation in his heart.

Since the exposure of Feng Hou Qi Men at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

His peaceful life is now completely over.

These past few days, the area around my house has been busier than a farmers' market.

All sorts of demons and monsters, from reputable sects to heretics, swarmed around like sharks that had smelled blood.

There's no need to even open a Qimen Dunjia divination.

With the naked eye, Wang Ye could see people lying on the big trees outside the courtyard wall, in the bushes, and even on the utility poles hundreds of meters away.

"Ahem!"

Wang Ye suddenly stood up and coughed twice towards a large locust tree outside the courtyard wall.

Splash!

The tree canopy trembled slightly, and a few leaves drifted down.

Clearly, the person who was watching from the tree was startled.

"Hey guys!"

Wang Ye clung to the railing, shouted at the tree, his voice filled with helplessness and exhaustion:

"It's already noon, aren't you going to eat?"

"My housekeeper made braised pork today, how about we send you two bowls?"

No one responded.

Only the cicadas chirped weakly in the trees.

Wang Ye scratched his messy hair and plopped back down in the wicker chair.

"He's like a persistent, leech-like leech..."

It's not that he can't fight.

The problem is, this is his home.

My parents, sister-in-law, and nephew are also at home.

What can he do?

Kill all these people outside?

How will the Wang family maintain its standing in the secular world after that?

But if we don't take action, these people will only push us harder and harder until they devour the Wang family completely.

"This is a complete dead end..."

Wang Ye looked up at the gray sky above him, his eyes vacant.

Just then.

The phone on the small round table suddenly vibrated.

Wang Ye lazily turned his head and glanced at the screen.

Caller ID: Unreliable.

"Zhang Chulan?"

Wang Ye frowned.

I heard this guy just won the championship. Instead of waiting at Longhu Mountain to receive the Heavenly Master's ordination, why is he calling me?

Could it be that they're here to show off?

With some doubt, Wang Ye reached out and pressed the answer button.

"Feed?"

"Hey Zhang Chulan, instead of enjoying your retirement on the mountain, why are you bothering this down-on-his-luck Taoist priest?"

Wang Ye clipped his phone between his ear and shoulder, picked up his thermos again, and prepared to take another sip of tea to soothe his throat.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

A lazy, slightly mocking voice rang out.

"Little Wang."

"I heard you've been having quite a bit of a stir lately?"

The moment I heard that sound.

Wang Ye's body suddenly stiffened.

The hand holding the thermos trembled violently uncontrollably.

"Holy crap, why is this guy coming down the mountain?"

"You won't let me go even after hiding here, will you?"

However, he dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face.

"Hey, senior, you've come down the mountain?"

A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"You have a good memory."

"I thought you'd forgotten about me, Daoist Master, after we left the mountain."

Zhang Taichu's voice remained calm and unhurried:

"What's wrong?"

"A lot of guests have come to your house?"

"Should I go and support you?"

Wang Ye stood on the terrace, cold sweat streaming down his temples.

He glanced at the hidden presences outside the courtyard wall.

The predicament that had just suffocated him suddenly seemed somewhat ridiculous upon hearing Zhang Taichu's voice.

To support the scene?

If this guy comes, it won't be enough to make a show of things.

That was like throwing a depth charge into a fishpond!

That would be like tearing the sky apart!

but……

Wang Ye took a deep breath, trying to calm his heartbeat.

Apart from this senior.

Who in the world can break this deadlock?

This is hardly a rescue mission.

This is clearly like inviting back a plague god, a Yama who wants to send everyone to the Western Paradise!

After a brief moment of panic.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Wang Ye's face.

He walked to the edge of the terrace, leaned on the railing, and looked down at the flies that were still lurking in the shadows.

His eyes were filled with pity.

Didn't you want to steal the Eight Extraordinary Skills?

Didn't you want to drive the Wang family to their doom?

Row.

Then I'll give you a really tough one.

Let's see if your lives are tougher, or if this guy's fists are tougher.

"Senior, what you're saying..."

Wang Ye's tone on the phone instantly became extremely respectful, even bordering on obsequious:

"Your presence is a sign of good fortune for my Wang family's ancestral graves."

"I've been waiting for this day and night, and I'm so glad you've finally come."

Where are you?

Beijing West Railway Station.

"Alright!"

Wang Ye slapped his thigh, his voice booming:

"Don't move! Please don't move!"

"I'll come pick you up right away!"

"If I were to cause you to take even one extra step, it would be my fault!"

hang up the phone.

Wang Ye let out a long breath.

"What a calamity..."

Wang Ye muttered to himself, the playful smile on his lips growing wider:

"but……"

"This is the misfortune you brought upon yourselves."

He turned around and strode downstairs.

As he walked, he shouted down to the living room below:

"Butler Du! Butler Du!"

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo strode over, looking surprised.

"Young Master, what's wrong? What happened?"

This young master usually looks like he hasn't woken up yet, when has he ever been so loud and boisterous?

"Get the car ready!"

While adjusting the collar of his Taoist robe, Wang Ye quickly gave the order:

"Bring out the most expensive car in the house!"

"Also, tell the kitchen to prepare all that Australian lobster and Japanese Wagyu beef for me!"

Butler Du was stunned:

"Young Master, are we entertaining some distinguished guests?"

"VIP?"

Wang Ye stopped and glanced back at Butler Du, his expression a half-smile:

"No."

"We're going to welcome our ancestors."

"Let's welcome... a living ancestor who can turn this entire city of Beijing upside down!"

at this time.

In the woods outside the villa.

Several extraordinary individuals who were using binoculars to monitor the Wang family's movements exchanged glances.

"Why is Wang Ye suddenly acting like he's on steroids?"

"Looks like you're going out?"

"Hmph, it's good that we're leaving. Once we're out of the Wang family's shell, we'll have a chance to make our move."

One of the men, who appeared to be the leader, sneered, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes:

"Follow them."

"Let's see what this kid is up to."

"If we can seize the opportunity, we'll take care of him on the way!"