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

Beijing West Railway Station, exit.

The surging waves of worldly energy, accompanied by countless noisy voices, rushed towards us like a pot of boiling water.

Zhang Taichu had just stepped off the escalator when he paused.

He frowned, raised his hand and gently fanned his nose, his lazy face full of disdain.

"Is this Beijing?"

Zhang Taichu glanced at the dense crowd around him and the towering glass skyscrapers that seemed to pierce the clouds in the distance.

"Their luck is pretty strong, but it just doesn't feel right..."

"Too turbid."

"The stench is giving me a headache."

Zhang Chulan, who was following behind, quickly picked up the two sacks and approached with a smile:

"Uncle-Master, please bear with me."

"After all, it's the capital city, a place where millions of people gather, so the atmosphere is definitely more intense."

"If you find it noisy, let's find a place to rest quickly."

Zhang Taichu pursed his lips, put his hands in his sleeves, and strolled out with the flow of people at a leisurely pace in his cloth shoes.

Passing travelers glanced at the scene, their eyes mostly filled with curiosity and a desire to avoid the area.

"Are Taoist priests traveling these days?"

"He doesn't look like a proper Taoist priest; he looks more like a fortune teller under a bridge."

"Stay away, in case it's a scammer."

however.

Just as they were about to exit through the VIP exit.

The once crowded and noisy crowd suddenly erupted into a strange commotion.

Followed by.

The crowd that had been blocking the exit to pick up passengers was suddenly pushed aside as if by an invisible hand.

"Make way! Make way, everyone!"

"Don't crowd here! Move back!"

A group of burly men dressed in matching black suits, wearing sunglasses and headsets, quickly and forcefully cleared a large open space.

This spectacle is even more extravagant than a celebrity walking the red carpet.

The surrounding passengers were startled by this sudden turn of events, craning their necks to look inside, speculating whether a high-ranking leader from some country had arrived.

Zhang Chulan was also taken aback and stopped in his tracks.

"Wow, who's this? Such a grand entrance!"

He was just about to stand on tiptoe to see what was going on.

next second.

His chin nearly hit the ground.

In the center of the area cleared by the group of black-clad bodyguards, a brand-new red carpet was laid out.

And at the end of the red carpet.

A familiar figure stood there.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored haute couture casual outfit. His usually messy hair was now meticulously styled. Although the dark circles under his eyes, which always looked like he had just woken up, were still there, he exuded an unprecedented energy.

It was indeed the king.

At this moment, Wang Ye was staring nervously in the direction of the exit.

When his gaze fell upon the figure in the tattered Taoist robe.

"They're here!"

Wang Ye let out a low shout, straightened his collar, and then, in front of everyone, did something that shocked everyone.

He strode forward, then abruptly stopped three meters away from Zhang Taichu.

At this moment.

There were hundreds of onlookers around, as well as rows of bodyguards in black standing at attention.

This is the heir of the China Overseas Group, who is worth hundreds of millions.

This is the successor of Feng Hou Qi Men, who possesses one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

In front of everyone.

Clench your fists and raise them above your head.

He suddenly bent over, his whole body bending at a perfect ninety-degree angle.

They performed the most solemn and formal ceremony for a junior member of the Taoist sect!

"The King of Wudang!"

"Welcome, esteemed senior, to the capital!"

That shout was full of energy and resonated throughout the venue.

The surrounding crowd, which had been whispering, instantly fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene, their faces filled with disbelief.

How could someone who looks like a poor, penniless fortune teller on a street corner make someone who is clearly a top-tier rich kid perform such a grand ceremony?

Just who is this person?!

Zhang Chulan stood to the side, and the burlap sack he was carrying fell to the ground with a clatter.

"I don't know..."

"Old Wang... is he really that willing to go all out?"

"Is this still the same Master Wang who pretended to be poor and tired when he came to me?"

Faced with this astonishing bow.

Zhang Taichu didn't even lift his eyelids.

He stopped and looked down at Wang Ye, who was bent over and unable to get up.

"Alright."

Zhang Taichu waved his hand casually, as if shooing away flies:

"Stop with all this fancy stuff."

"Doesn't your back hurt?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye straightened up, a signature lazy smile spreading across his face, only this time, with a hint of genuine flattery.

"Hehe, you're right, senior."

"Isn't it because I was afraid of neglecting you?"

Wang Ye turned to the side and gestured for them to proceed.

"The car is right outside, please go ahead."

Under the watchful eyes of countless people filled with awe and reverence, the group walked across the red carpet and exited the station.

roadside.

A whole row of black Rolls-Royce Phantoms, like black steel behemoths, lay there quietly.

Next to each car stood a driver wearing white gloves, ready to open the door at any time.

"Holy crap..."

Zhang Chulan looked at the glittering golden statue on the hood of the car and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Is this what they call...money power?"

"Master Wang, you've been hiding your true abilities!"

Wang Ye had no time to pay attention to Zhang Chulan's exclamation.

He scurried over to the extended Rolls-Royce in the middle, opened the door himself, and even thoughtfully placed his hand on the door frame to protect Zhang Taichu from bumping his head.

"Senior, please slow down."

Zhang Taichu didn't even glance at the luxury car before plopping down inside.

As soon as he sat down, his brows furrowed.

I shifted my body a couple of times on the leather seat, making a creaking sound.

"Too soft."

Zhang Taichu patted the seat beneath him with a look of disgust:

"It's like being stuck in a pile of cotton, I have no strength at all."

"Is this the nice car you city folks ride in?"

"It's not as comfortable as sitting on the hard benches at Longhu Mountain."

Wang Ye's lips twitched slightly as he sat in the passenger seat.

This is a Rolls-Royce!

That's top-quality calfskin!

Others would practically kneel down and grope you when they sit on it, but you complain it's too soft?

"Ahem, please make do with this for now, senior."

Wang Ye turned around, took a beautifully packaged bottle of mineral water from the car refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and handed it over:

"When we get there, I'll have someone replace your furniture with a set of hardwood furniture."

"This water is from a spring in the Alps; please use it to soothe your throat."

Zhang Taichu took the water and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

"It has no taste."

"It's not as sweet as the well water from the mountain."

Although he complained, he didn't throw the water away; he simply placed it on the small table next to him.

The convoy started slowly and smoothly drove onto the wide Chang'an Avenue.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat strange, but still relatively harmonious.

Zhang Taichu slumped in his chair, closing his eyes to rest.

Feng Baobao focused intently on the snacks in the car.

Wang Ye acted like a tour guide, occasionally pointing out the buildings outside the window and offering a brief description.

A while later.

Seeing that Zhang Taichu seemed to be in a good mood, Wang Ye finally couldn't resist his curiosity.

He cautiously turned his head and tentatively asked:

"Um...senpai."

"There's something I've been wanting to ask about."

Zhang Taichu didn't even open his eyes:

"put."

"Alright."

Wang Ye rubbed his hands together and chuckled:

"Didn't the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony just end?"

"I'm fast, but what happened in the final...?"

"I heard Zhang Chulan won the championship, so did he beat you?"

Zhang Taichu yawned and said casually:

"I didn't fight."

"Huh?"

Wang was stunned, his smile freezing halfway through:

"You...you didn't hit him?"

"And who is he?"

Zhang Taichu pointed to Zhang Chulan, who was standing next to him looking embarrassed:

"I withdrew from the competition myself, and also helped Zhang Lingyu withdraw, so this kid is the champion directly."

hiss.

Upon hearing this answer, Wang Ye gasped.

"You...you're going to announce it directly?"

"The Celestial Master didn't stop it? The Ten Elders didn't object?"

"That's the Luo Tian Grand Ritual! There are thousands of spectators! Isn't this causing an uproar?"

Wang Ye felt that his brain was not working properly.

This is too frivolous!

That's way too domineering!

Is this the legendary... behind-the-scenes manipulation?

And it's the kind of thing where the truth is laid bare in front of the whole world.

Zhang Taichu scoffed at Wang Ye's naive and unsophisticated demeanor.

"Deep-fried?"

"It exploded."

"and then?"

Wang Ye subconsciously pressed for an answer.

Zhang Taichu raised his hand and casually pressed down in the air.

"Then I told them."

"My word is the rule."

"Who's in favor, who's opposed?"

Inside the carriage, an eerie silence instantly descended.

Only a slight whooshing sound came from the air conditioner vents.

Wang Ye looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him, who had a lazy expression and seemed to care about nothing.

I felt a chill run from my tailbone straight up to the top of my head.

My words are the rules.

These few words, though seemingly light, carry the weight of a thousand pounds.

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

original……

This is the real face of this man.

What Ten Elders, what rules, what extraordinary people of the world?

In his eyes, it probably doesn't even amount to a fart.

No wonder he dared to come down the mountain.

No wonder he dared to say he was backing himself up.

This is hardly just for show.

This is clearly a move to re-establish rules for the entire community of extraordinary individuals in Beijing!

Wang Ye took a deep breath and bent down to pick up the water bottle from the ground.

When he looked at Zhang Taichu again, the awe in his eyes had reached its peak.

He gave a thumbs-up and exclaimed in genuine admiration:

"ox!"

"Senior, you are this person!"