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

The next day, early in the morning.

As dawn broke over Longhu Mountain, with milky white morning mist still swirling among the forests, the tranquility of the front mountain had already been shattered.

The noise, footsteps, and conversations merged into a huge wave of sound, startling the birds in the forest.

The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, a grand event in the world of extraordinary beings, officially begins today.

On a bluestone path leading to the training ground.

Zhang Taichu still held the bald broom that looked like it might fall apart at any moment, his eyelids drooping, mechanically swinging his arm.

Every time I sweep, I have to stop and yawn, as if the dog has eaten all my sleep that night.

Most of the strange people passing by were in a hurry, but when they passed Zhang Taichu, many of them subconsciously slowed down.

"Hey, look, it's that guy sweeping the floor."

Someone lowered their voice and gestured with their lip to their companion.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

His companion's expression changed, and he quickly tugged at the man's sleeve, glancing warily at Zhang Taichu's retreating figure.

"Are you tired of living? Yesterday, those tough guys from the All-Knowing Gang all suffered in front of him. I heard that even that Xu Si almost made a move, but he was completely suppressed by this Taoist's aura."

"Really? Doesn't look like it... Isn't he just an ordinary lazy Taoist priest?"

"Don't judge a book by its cover! What kind of place is Longhu Mountain? It's the pinnacle of the world of extraordinary beings! Haven't you heard the story of the Sweeping Monk? The more unassuming someone is, the more likely they are to be a peerless master!"

Whispers drifted into Zhang Taichu's ears on the morning breeze.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, maintaining that half-dead, lifeless rhythm.

rustle……

Expert my foot.

Zhang Taichu muttered something to himself and pushed the pile of fallen leaves he had swept to the side of the road:

Whose expert is sweeping the streets so early in the morning instead of eating breakfast? That old bastard Zhang Zhiwei really is using me as free labor.

I was just thinking about how to sneak into the kitchen later and make a bowl of hot tofu pudding.

pat.

An empty soda can, with a few drops of Red Bull still clinging to it, traced an arc through the air and landed precisely on the floor that Zhang Taichu had just swept clean.

The can bounced twice on the bluestone slab, making a screeching sound, before finally rolling to Zhang Taichu's feet.

Zhang Taichu paused in his movements.

Slowly raise your head and look ahead.

Three burly men in black training uniforms walked over, their arms around each other's shoulders.

These three men were burly and thick-waisted, with menacing faces and a ferocious tiger head emblem embroidered on their chests. They were clearly practitioners of external martial arts.

The bald, burly man in the middle, holding another soda can in his hand, was looking at Zhang Taichu with a mocking expression.

"Oh, I'm sorry, young Taoist priest."

The bald, burly man grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow by smoking:

"My hand slipped, I didn't hold it properly."

He said he was sorry, but there was no apology in his eyes, only provocation.

The roads on Longhu Mountain are slippery, so I think you shouldn't bother sweeping them. Anyway, someone will just throw things away again in a little while.

The two companions next to him burst into laughter.

"Big brother's right, why bother sweeping? Why don't we come with us to the martial arts arena and watch the fun?"

The strange people who were originally passing by all stopped in their tracks and stood at a distance with their arms crossed to watch the show.

"Isn't that Liu Datou from the Iron Hand Sect? This guy is notoriously reckless and unruly."

"That sweeping Taoist priest is in trouble. Although Liu Datou's kung fu is average, his external martial arts skills are not to be underestimated."

"I don't think so. If yesterday's rumor is true, then Liu Datou has really messed up today."

On the trail.

Zhang Taichu looked down at the aluminum can at his feet, then at the bald, burly man who was still grinning.

He sighed.

"Pick it up."

The voice was soft and somewhat hoarse, and it was impossible to discern any emotion in it.

The bald, burly man paused for a moment, then exaggeratedly picked at his ear and asked his companion:

"Did I hear that right? This young Taoist priest told me to pick it up?"

"Hahaha, big brother, he told you to pick it up!"

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to? Believe me or not..."

The bald, burly man's face darkened. He stepped forward, his large, fan-like hand about to slap Zhang Taichu on the shoulder.

however.

His hand had only reached halfway when he suddenly froze.

Not only him, but the two companions behind him also turned pale instantly.

call--

A gust of wind blew by.

The few fallen leaves that were just floating in the air were suddenly pressed down hard on the ground with a thud, as if by an invisible hand, and remained motionless.

The air seemed to thicken instantly, becoming so heavy it was suffocating.

"I told you."

Zhang Taichu remained standing in the same spot, without even changing his posture, and even lazily slung the bald broom over his shoulder.

He slightly raised his eyelids, his dark eyes looking at the bald, muscular man.

"Pick it up."

The instant those three words were uttered.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

Three muffled, loud thuds rang out in unison.

The three burly men, who had been so aggressive, suddenly seemed to have lost all their bones, their knees slamming heavily onto the bluestone slab.

Click.

The stone slab beneath his knees was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Uh... um...

The bald, burly man opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout, but found that his throat was being tightly gripped by an iron clamp, and he could only let out a hissing sound like a broken bellows.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like a mountain crashing down without warning, suddenly descended.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through their training clothes, dripping down their foreheads like raindrops onto the aluminum can on the ground, making a dripping sound.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared in horror at the young Taoist priest who stood there.

He clearly didn't do anything.

He didn't even raise his hand.

Seeing the scene before him, Zhang Taichu shook his head with some boredom.

"Why do young people these days like to perform such elaborate gestures all the time?"

He walked past the three burly men kneeling on the ground, trembling, and lightly swung the broom in his hand.

The can seemed to have eyes; it rolled smoothly into the nearby trash can.

"Watch where you're walking next time, and don't litter."

With that, Zhang Taichu, carrying his broom, swaggered through the crowd with an air of indifference, heading into the distance.

All that remained were the shattered stone slabs scattered on the ground, and three burly men still kneeling on the ground, unable to stand up at all.

Until that figure completely disappeared around the corner.

The suffocating sense of oppression then receded like the tide.

huh... huh...

The bald, burly man collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with the terror of surviving a near-death experience.

Just a moment ago.

He really thought he was dead.