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

A fleet of black Rolls-Royce Phantoms, like a silent dragon, tore a gap in the congested Second Ring Road of Beijing.

The scenery outside the train window rushed past, but the interior of the carriage was eerily quiet.

Zhang Chulan sat in the passenger seat, curled up in a ball, his hands gripping the seatbelt tightly. His face was deathly pale, and his teeth were chattering, making a soft "clucking" sound.

He was genuinely scared.

This is not the same as the previous empty talk and harmless behavior.

This is to "send the bell," to truly let the dragon charge in and deal damage.

Wang Ye, sitting in the back row, didn't look much better either.

He clutched the empty mineral water bottle in his hand, the plastic bottle cracking and deforming from his grip.

"senior……"

Wang Ye finally couldn't hold back any longer. He took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a tone that was almost pleading:

"Are we... really just going to charge straight in like this?"

"The Wang family is no ordinary cat or dog."

"That old bastard Wang Ai is not only ruthless and black-hearted, but his network of connections with those above him is also incredibly intricate."

"They have people in politics, business, and even the military."

Wang Ye swallowed hard and pointed to the towering buildings outside the window:

"If this gets out of hand right here in the capital, it might be hard to handle."

"Moreover, as one of the Ten Elders, Wang Ai has at least eight hundred or a thousand superhuman assassins under his command. Although we are not afraid, if we really clash head-on..."

Zhang Taichu remained half-slumped in the leather seat that he found too soft.

He closed his eyes, toying with two iron balls he had somehow produced in his hands. The two iron balls spun in his palm, making a crisp clanging sound.

"What's wrong?"

"Scared?"

Zhang Taichu didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice lazy.

"It's not fear."

Wang Ye gave a wry smile and scratched his messy Taoist bun:

"I think perhaps we could try a slightly... gentler approach?"

"For example, perhaps we could try diplomacy first, then resort to force? Or find a middleman to relay a message?"

"After all, this is a society governed by the rule of law..."

Clang.

Zhang Taichu abruptly stopped holding the iron gall bladder.

He slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at Wang Ye with a half-smile.

That look made Wang Ye's heart tremble, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

"soft?"

Zhang Taichu chuckled, sat up straight, and moved his neck slightly, causing his cervical spine to crackle.

"When they sent dozens of men with knives to your house last night, were they gentle?"

"When that Wang Bing called and threatened to cut your tendons and harm your parents, was he gentle?"

Wang opened his mouth, but was speechless.

But his fists clenched unconsciously.

"Little Wang, remember this."

Zhang Taichu reached out and patted Wang Ye's shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy:

"Arguing with thugs is something only bookworms do."

"Trying to reason with animals is something only a fool would do."

"Since they don't understand the rules."

A cold smile curved Zhang Taichu's lips, his eyes revealing a chilling, sinister glint.

"Then I, this humble Taoist priest, will take on the burden."

"Go to their homes in person and teach them what rules are."

After saying that, Zhang Taichu raised his foot and gently kicked the back of the passenger seat.

"Chu Lan".

"Ah? Yes! What are your orders, Uncle-Master!"

Zhang Chulan sprang up as if he had been electrocuted, his head almost hitting the roof of the car.

"Call that fat guy at...the company."

Zhang Taichu said casually.

"Chairman Zhao...?"

Zhang Chulan was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, thinking that his martial uncle had finally come to his senses and wanted to go through the official procedures:

"Okay, okay! I'll call right away! Let the company mediate, and this will be much easier!"

He frantically pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Zhao Fangxu's number.

beep - beep -

The call was answered quickly.

"Feed? Chu Lan, what's the rush?"

Zhao Fangxu's signature, amiable voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Chairman Zhao! It's like this, my grand-uncle..."

Zhang Chulan was about to explain.

A long, strong hand reached out from the back seat and snatched his phone away.

Zhang Taichu put the phone to his ear without any pleasantries.

"Hey, Fatty."

Zhao Fangxu on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback for a moment, then his voice became somewhat hesitant:

"That voice...is it Master Taichu?"

"it's me."

Zhang Taichu looked out the window, his tone as calm as if he were discussing what to eat that day:

"Just letting you know."

"I'm going to the Wang family now."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Zhao Fangxu's slightly hurried voice:

"Going to the Wang family? Daoist, what are you doing here? We can sit down and talk about any misunderstandings. After all, Wang Ai is one of the Ten Elders, you..."

"This is not a matter for discussion."

Zhang Taichu interrupted Zhao Fangxu directly, his voice remaining calm yet exuding an undeniable domineering authority:

"It's a notification."

"Keep your people away."

"You'll get splattered with blood later, and it'll be hard to wash off."

Done.

Ignoring Zhao Fangxu's reaction on the other end of the phone, Zhang Taichu hung up immediately and tossed the phone back into the dumbfounded Zhang Chulan's arms.

"Alright."

Zhang Taichu leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes:

"Go back to sleep for a while, wake me up when we get there."

The carriage fell into a deathly silence once again.

Only Zhang Chulan, holding his overheated phone, stared at the endless road ahead, on the verge of tears.

It’s over.

It's over now.

This is going to create a huge hole in the sky!

……

At the same time.

The Wang Family Mansion in eastern Beijing.

This sprawling mansion, though vast in area, appeared unusually secluded at this moment.

The vermilion gate was tightly shut, and the two stone lions at the entrance looked ferocious and terrifying in the shadows.

Inside the main hall.

The fragrance of sandalwood wafts through the air.

An elderly man dressed in Tang suits with gray hair was sitting upright in a grand chair.

He leaned on a dragon-headed cane, and a glint of shrewdness would occasionally flash in his cloudy old eyes.

It was Wang Ai, the head of the Wang family and one of the Ten Elders.

Kneeling on the ground in front of him was a middle-aged man covered in cold sweat.

"Master... just received news that the brothers sent to Wang Ye's side... have all been wiped out."

The middle-aged man buried his head deeply in the ground, his voice trembling:

"It is said that... he was dealt with by that old Taoist priest named Zhang Taichu all by himself."

"And...and..."

"And what?"

Wang Ai twirled the jade thumb ring on her thumb, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"And that Taoist priest said he was going to... to come to our Wang family to deliver a bell."

Upon hearing this...

Wang Ai paused slightly as she turned the ring.

But he did not fly into a rage, nor did he panic.

instead.

His lips slowly parted to reveal a set of gleaming white teeth, and he let out a chilling low laugh.

"Hehehe..."

"OK."

"That's quite a boast."

Wang Ai slowly stood up, slamming his dragon-headed cane heavily on the bluestone floor.

Boom!

A chilling aura instantly spread out, causing the surrounding tables and chairs to tremble slightly.

"How many years has it been?"

"Since the Jia Shen Rebellion, no one in the world of supernatural beings has dared to speak to my Wang family like this."

"A high-ranking master from Longhu Mountain? An elder from the Celestial Master's Mansion?"

Wang Ai narrowed her eyes, a sinister glint appearing in them, like that of a venomous snake.

"Who do you think you are?"

"You've come at the perfect time."

"It saves me the trouble of looking for him."

Wang Ai turned around and looked at the huge painting of a hundred demons parading at night hanging on the wall of the main hall.

"Pass down the order."

"Activate the clan protection formation."

"Bring out all the family's ancestral tablets."

"Since this Taoist priest wishes to present the bell..."

Wang Ai turned her head, her face contorted with rage, like a demon demanding a life.

"Then let's give them a proper welcome."

"Let him know who really calls the shots in Beijing!"

……

Forty minutes later.

The black Rolls-Royce convoy slowly slowed down and finally stopped at the end of a quiet street.

There are no noisy traffic jams or bustling crowds here.

Only at the end stood a grand mansion gate, imposing yet exuding a sinister aura.

Wang family.

"arrive."

The driver said something in a trembling voice, without even daring to turn his head.

The car door opened.

A foot wearing an old cloth shoe stepped onto the asphalt road.

Zhang Taichu climbed out of the carriage and stood in front of the Wang family's gate.

He looked up at the plaque hanging above the door, which bore the two gilded characters "Prince's Mansion".

He glanced again at the two tightly closed vermilion doors.

Even though there was a thick door panel between them.

But he could still clearly feel the murderous intent that was already brewing behind the door, almost solidifying into a tangible force.

And the faint, malevolent aura hidden in the air.

Zhang Chulan got out of the car, but he didn't dare to move forward. Instead, he hid behind the car, sticking his head out, his legs still twitching.

Wang Ye stood behind Zhang Taichu, his expression solemn, with blue energy faintly visible around him, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

"senior……"

Wang Ye lowered his voice:

Something's not right.

"It's so quiet."

"There's probably a powerful formation waiting for us behind this door."

Zhang Taichu seemed not to hear.

He didn't even glance at the gate.

He simply raised his hand and lightly flicked away non-existent dust from his sleeve.

"Quiet is good."

Zhang Taichu lowered his hands and placed them behind his back.

He started walking, step by step, toward the tightly closed door.

"It's quiet now."

"Only then could one clearly hear the tolling of the death knell."