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

late at night.

This villa area in the western suburbs of Beijing was completely swallowed up by the thick darkness of night.

The moon was mostly obscured by dark clouds, with only a few pale rays of light showing through, dappling the dense woods outside the Wang family villa.

Amidst the swaying shadows of the trees, dozens of dark figures, like ghosts blending into the night, were silently approaching the villa.

"Big brother, are you sure you want to make our move tonight?"

A low voice rang out from the bushes:

"That Wang is no pushover either. He came from Wudang Mountain, and his Tai Chi skills are incredibly powerful."

"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of?"

The leader of the men in black sneered, his eyes greedily fixed on the brightly lit villa not far away:

"That kid is at his last gasp now."

"He's been worn down by several groups of us taking turns these past few days; even someone as tough as him couldn't take it anymore."

"Besides, we've deployed our best troops this time."

"Once we've captured his family, even if he's a god descended from heaven, he'll have to obediently hand over the Feng Hou Qi Men!"

At this moment, another thin, dark figure hesitated for a moment:

"But... I think he brought someone back today."

"It's that old man in the tattered Taoist robe, he looks pretty arrogant."

"cut!"

The leader spat disdainfully:

"That Taoist priest?"

"I saw him through binoculars at the station during the day; he's a useless piece of trash with absolutely no Qi."

"I guess Wang Ye was just grasping at straws in his desperation, finding some charlatan from some back alley to put on a show."

"Ignore him. If he gets in the way later, just kill him!"

"Listen up, brothers!"

The leader suddenly waved his hand, his eyes flashing with a fierce light:

Fortune favors the bold!

"For the Eight Extraordinary Skills!"

"superior!"

rustling-

With his command.

The once quiet forest was suddenly filled with a rapid whooshing sound.

Dozens of figures, no longer concealing themselves, charged towards the villa's courtyard wall from all directions like cannonballs.

at this time.

On the large terrace on the second floor of the villa.

Wang Ye was leaning against the railing, panting heavily.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his usually lazy eyes were now frighteningly sharp.

Beneath their feet, a faint Qimen Dunjia array was slowly rotating.

The character 坤 (Kun) – Earth River Chariot!

The character "巽" (Xun) signifies the merits of sandalwood!

Although he hasn't made a move yet, the Qi within his body has already reached its peak.

"These bastards...they actually dared to come!"

Wang Ye gritted his teeth, staring intently at the rapidly approaching dark figures below.

There are too many!

There were no fewer than thirty Qi breaths that I could feel!

And none of them are weak!

"Dad, Mom..."

Wang Ye glanced back at the tightly closed bedroom window, and a chill ran through him.

Even if he risked his life to protect his family from the siege of so many experts, it would be an impossible task.

"Let's give it our all!"

Wang Ye took a deep breath, raised his hands sharply, and was just about to unleash the Chaotic Golden Cudgel.

Just then.

crunch--

The floor-to-ceiling glass door behind me, leading to the guest room, was suddenly pulled open.

Wang Ye shuddered and turned around abruptly:

"Who?!"

next second.

He was stunned, and the Qi that had been gathered at his fingertips almost dissipated on the spot.

Zhang Taichu was standing at the door.

But he was no longer wearing that faded, tattered Taoist robe.

Instead, it was a set of dark red, silk...pajamas.

That was brought back by Wang Ye's father from a trip to Suzhou and Hangzhou two years ago. Because it was too flashy, Wang Ye has never worn it.

The clothes were a bit tight on Zhang Taichu at the moment.

Especially the trouser legs, which were a bit too short, revealing Zhang Taichu's ankles in cloth shoes.

At this moment, Zhang Taichu was still holding the large thermos cup with the words "Serve the People" printed on it.

He looked like he hadn't woken up yet, yawning as he reached out and tugged at the slippery silk fabric of his clothes.

"Hey Xiao Wang."

Zhang Taichu frowned, his face showing disgust:

"What kind of tattered clothes are these?"

"It's slippery and sticks to your body like you're not wearing anything."

"I feel completely insecure."

Wang Ye stared wide-eyed at the eccentric old ancestor before him, momentarily forgetting that dozens of people downstairs were about to take his life.

"S-senpai?"

"What...what are you doing?"

"But what's happening outside..."

"Shhh."

Zhang Taichu raised a finger and gently wiggled it near his lips.

Then, carrying his thermos, he walked slowly to the edge of the terrace with his pigeon-toed gait.

at this time.

The men in black downstairs had already rushed to the courtyard wall.

The leader had already leaped into the air, the ghost-headed knife in his hand reflecting a chilling light under the moonlight, less than ten meters away from the terrace.

"Hahaha! Wang Ye!"

"Hand over the Feng Hou Qi Men!"

The leader laughed wildly, his eyes filled with the madness of impending success.

Wang Ye's expression changed drastically, and he moved to rush forward.

"go back."

Zhang Taichu didn't even glance at the person who jumped up.

He simply uttered two words.

Followed by.

Zhang Taichu unscrewed the lid of the thermos and blew on the tea leaves floating on top.

"Late at night."

"What's all the noise about?"

Om-! ! !

In that very instant.

An indescribable, terrifyingly invisible wave suddenly erupted from Zhang Taichu!

that moment.

The air in the entire villa area seemed to freeze in that instant.

Pfft!

The leader who was leaping into the air, about to rush onto the terrace.

His maniacal laughter froze instantly, and his eyes bulged outwards in extreme terror, as if he had seen some indescribable horror.

He couldn't even let out a scream.

He fell straight down from mid-air.

It crashed heavily onto the hard cement floor, leaving it dazed and confused.

"group……"

Zhang Taichu took a sip of tea, slightly raised his eyelids, and glanced at the dark forest below.

Everywhere the eye can see.

Those men in black who were charging forward suddenly froze in place, as if they had been frozen in place by a spell.

Their bodies were trembling violently.

That was an instinctive tremor from the depths of one's soul.

In their perception.

The old man standing on the terrace in his ridiculous pajamas wasn't human at all.

Instead, it was an ancient ferocious beast that had just awakened!

The oppressive feeling made them feel like their hearts were about to burst, and their blood was flowing backwards in their veins.

"Ants that don't know their own mortality."

Zhang Taichu pursed his lips.

He slowly extended his left hand, which was holding the lid of the thermos.

He gently pressed down on the empty space below.

He uttered a single word:

"fall."

boom--!

A muffled thud was heard, and then, the knees of all the dozens of experts from the supernatural world below were shattered in unison!

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

It's like cooking dumplings.

At the same time, dozens of people all knelt heavily on the ground!

The enormous impact even created deep craters in the concrete ground of the yard.

Followed by.

They didn't even utter a sound; their eyes rolled back, and they fainted instantly.

The Wang Family Compound was originally filled with murderous intent and fraught with danger.

In that instant.

It became completely quiet.

All that remained were corpses scattered on the ground, and the leader's limbs twitching slightly.

On the second-floor terrace.

Wang Ye opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dislocated.

His eyes widened as he stared at the bizarre and terrifying scene below.

Those eyes, which were always listless, were now completely blank.

That's... that's it?

What kind of tactic is this?

Is this even human?

Is this... the style of a master?

Wang Ye turned his stiff neck with difficulty and looked at Zhang Taichu beside him.

Zhang Taichu then put the lid back on the thermos.

He tugged at the silk pajamas he was wearing, which made him very uncomfortable, looking displeased.

"That's so boring."

Zhang Taichu let out a big yawn:

"There's not even one person who can withstand a glare from me."

"Little Wang."

He turned around and patted Wang Ye on the shoulder, who was still in a daze:

"Don't bring all sorts of trash into your house anymore."

"It affects sleep quality."

"besides……"

Zhang Taichu pointed to the thermos in his hand:

"Get up early tomorrow morning and get me some better tea."

"This tea has no flavor."

Done.

Zhang Taichu ignored the mess outside, slipped on his cloth shoes, and sauntered back to his room.

All that was left for Wang Ye was a silhouette of his back in a flashy pajama outfit.

And that murmured sound drifting in the night wind:

"These city folks are so fussy, sleeping in such slippery clothes, aren't they afraid of slipping off the bed in the middle of the night..."