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

Two o'clock in the morning.

The hustle and bustle of Beijing gradually subsided, with only a few barbecue stalls on Guijie Street still emitting smoke.

The charcoal fire grills the fatty mutton, and the cumin and chili powder burst with a pungent yet enticing aroma under the high temperature, mixed with the malty taste of cheap beer, forming the most authentic background of this city.

"Boss! Fifty more skewers of lamb tendon, fatty ones, please!"

"Extra spicy! Incredibly spicy!"

Zhang Chulan stood with one foot on a plastic stool, holding a half-empty bottle of Yanjing beer in his hand, shouting with a flushed face.

If you didn't see his NTD uniform, which was covered in dust and even had a few drops of blood, who would have thought that just an hour ago, this young man who looked like a street thug was dancing on the ruins of a century-old mansion?

Wang Ye sat opposite him, looking at the mountain of bamboo skewers in front of him with a look of utter despair.

He sighed, rubbed his temples, and with his other hand, expertly pulled out his phone to scan the QR code.

"I'm telling you, Lao Zhang..."

"We just wiped out the Wang family, one of the Ten Elders."

"Such a big deal, are we going to come here for some skewers after this?"

"Isn't this art style a bit too sudden?"

Wang Ye pointed to the shirtless men playing drinking games around him, then pointed to his own custom-made Taoist robe, which cost five figures, and felt out of place no matter how he looked at it.

Zhang Taichu sat in the main seat.

He held a skewer of grilled kidneys in his left hand and a mug of draft beer in his right, eating with grease dripping from his mouth, showing absolutely no air of a peerless master.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Taichu swallowed the meat in his mouth, picked up a crumpled napkin, and wiped his mouth.

"Does destroying the Wang family mean we can't eat anymore?"

Even immortals need to eat human food.

"Besides, that old bastard Wang Ai reeks of corpses. If you don't eat something with a strong smell to calm your nerves, you're likely to have nightmares."

As he spoke, Zhang Taichu raised his wine glass and waved it at Wang Ye:

"Besides, if someone's treating, why not take it?"

Wang Ye rolled his eyes, raised his wine glass and clinked it against Zhang Taichu's, and said with a wry smile:

"Fine, you're the boss, you call the shots."

"As long as you don't mind that it's dirty here."

Zhang Chulan chuckled on the other end, mumbling as he ate his skewers:

"Old Wang, you're being dramatic."

"What do you call this? This is called 'true masters living in seclusion amidst the city'!"

"Your grandmaster is comprehending the great path of the mortal world; what do you rich kid know?"

Just as the three of them were clinking glasses and chatting happily...

boom--

A deep engine roar came from the street corner.

Followed by.

Two blinding headlights pierced the night.

A black Maybach with consecutive license plates, like an elegant black panther, slowly pulled up beside the oil-stained barbecue stall.

The sudden appearance of the luxury car instantly attracted the attention of the surrounding diners.

The car door opened.

Two figures dressed in sharp suits walked down quickly.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was tall and straight, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with his hair neatly combed. He exuded an aura of authority that came from someone who had long held a high position.

Following behind him was a young man with dyed white hair, who was now looking meek and submissive.

It was Feng Zhenghao, the president of the World Society, and his son Feng Xingtong.

The surrounding diners were still speculating about which big boss had come to experience life when they saw that the powerful middle-aged man's tense face instantly filled with a humble smile after he saw the table in the corner.

He didn't go over and sit down immediately.

Instead, she took her son and quickly walked to a spot three steps away from the table, where she stopped.

"This junior, Feng Zhenghao, brings his son, Xingtong."

"Greetings, Master Zhang Taichu."

Feng Zhenghao's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undisguised tremor and awe.

Feng Xingtong, standing next to him, didn't even dare to lift her head, staring intently at her toes, barely daring to breathe.

Zhang Chulan, with half a piece of meat still in his mouth, rolled his eyes upon seeing this and mumbled a teasing remark:

"Hey, isn't this President Feng?"

"You're well-informed."

"We just sat down, and you arrived right after?"

"They've installed tracking devices on us?"

Upon hearing this, a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on Feng Zhenghao's forehead.

He bent even lower and quickly explained:

"Brother Chu Lan is joking."

"Even if Feng had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to monitor the Taoist priest's movements."

"The commotion from the Wang family tonight is just too much..."

"As one of the Ten Elders, it's inevitable that I, Feng, would receive some whispers of this."

Zhang Taichu remained silent.

He continued to slowly and deliberately prepare the grilled kidneys in his hands.

Until the last bamboo skewer is thrown into the bucket.

Zhang Taichu picked up his beer glass, rinsed his mouth, and then casually turned his head to glance at Feng Zhenghao.

"Since you're here, don't just stand there."

"sit?"

Upon hearing the instruction to sit, Feng Zhenghao not only did not sit down, but instead shuddered and waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, no, no..."

"In front of a Taoist master, there is no place for a junior to sit."

"It's fine for me to stand, it's fine for me to stand."

This humble attitude, so deeply ingrained, left even Wang Ye, who was standing nearby, speechless.

This is Feng Zhenghao!

He was a powerful and influential figure who could command respect in the world of supernatural beings and sit on equal footing with the Old Celestial Master.

Zhang Taichu didn't insist.

He rummaged around in the large pockets of his clothes for a while.

He pulled out a crumpled tissue.

He then pulled out a handful of sunflower seed shells.

At last.

They pulled out a dark, glowing ball, only the size of a billiard ball.

The surface of the sphere of light was covered with eerie black patterns, and even in the smoky barbecue stand, one could feel a chill that came from the depths of one's soul.

The moment I saw this thing.

Feng Zhenghao's pupils, which had been relatively calm, suddenly contracted.

His breathing instantly became heavy, and he stared intently at the small ball in Zhang Taichu's hand, a near-mad desire erupting from the depths of his eyes.

That was a humiliation for the Feng family for generations.

That was a nightmare for generations of the Feng family.

It's something that the Feng family has dreamed of getting back for generations.

"You should recognize this thing, right?"

Zhang Taichu tossed the ball of light in his hand.

Feng Zhenghao swallowed hard, his voice hoarse:

"To know...to recognize..."

"This is...this is what my unworthy ancestor Feng Tianyang...was forced upon him by the Wang family back then..."

"Full version...Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals"

When he said the last four words, Feng Zhenghao's voice was trembling.

"Oh, it's good that we know each other."

Zhang Taichu yawned, a look of disgust on his face:

"I just casually pulled it out of that old bastard Wang Ai's belly."

"It smelled like a corpse; I felt disgusted even carrying it in my pocket."

talking.

Zhang Taichu flicked his wrist.

"then."

Feng Zhenghao and his son Feng Xingtong were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed drastically.

"careful!!!"

Feng Zhenghao let out a startled exclamation that was now distorted.

He didn't even care about his image, and rushed over, cupping the ball of light in his hands as if catching a newborn baby.

Feng Xingtong, who was standing next to him, was so frightened that he fell to the ground to act as a human cushion.

Snapped.

The ball of light landed steadily in Feng Zhenghao's palm.

Feng Zhenghao held the cold, glowing orb, frozen in place.

His fingers trembled as he carefully probed in a wisp of Qi.

hum-

A massive and obscure torrent of information instantly flooded his mind.

It is not damaged.

There was no alteration.

That was the real, complete, and one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, which included the method of controlling spirits—Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals!

"It really is..."

"Really..."

Feng Zhenghao's hands, which were holding the ball of light, began to tremble violently. Two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the oil-stained cement floor.

decades.

The Feng family eked out a living under the shadow of the Wang family for decades.

For this thing, Feng Zhenghao worked like a slave, even going so far as to let his daughter get close to that beast Wang Bing.

He was prepared to endure humiliation and hardship for the rest of his life.

But now.

All this humiliation, all this shackles.

That very night, it was all casually disrupted by Zhang Taichu standing before him.

"dad……"

Feng Xingtong got up from the ground and looked at her father's tearful face, her eyes also reddening.

The surrounding diners were dumbfounded.

What's going on here?

Why is this big boss crying like a child while holding a black ball?

next second.

Pfft!

A muffled thud.

This is a giant in the world of supernatural beings, worth hundreds of billions and in control of the World Society.

He knelt down heavily on both knees!

His forehead slammed against the cold, hard cement floor.

"Feng Zhenghao! On behalf of the ancestors of the Feng family!"

"Thank you, Master, for saving my life!!!"

Feng Zhenghao's voice was hoarse, yet it conveyed a sense of determination and resolve:

"Starting today!"

"Throughout the entire Heavenly Society, we follow Master Zhang's lead without question!"

"If I refuse even half a word of refusal, may my Feng family line end! May I be struck by lightning!"

Seeing this, Feng Xingtong, who was standing nearby, did not hesitate at all and knelt down heavily after her father.

The father and son prostrated themselves on the ground.

On this bustling street, filled with the vibrant energy of everyday life, they performed the most solemn ceremony in the world of supernatural beings.

Zhang Chulan's meat fell out of his mouth as he stared at the scene in disbelief.

Wang Ye's hand, holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He knew that from this moment on...

The world of supernatural beings has completely changed.

The original structure of the Ten Elders has crumbled after this kneeling incident.

The behemoth that is the World Society has been completely tied to Zhang Taichu's chariot.

however.

Faced with such loyalty that could drive anyone mad.

Zhang Taichu merely frowned.

He put down his wine glass and waved his hand impatiently.

"Alright, alright."

"Kowtowing is fine, but why make such a solemn oath?"

"They don't even mind that oil is all over the place."

Zhang Taichu picked up a new skewer of meat and pointed at the father and son who were still kneeling on the ground:

"besides."

"You two are too big, you're blocking the light."

"Move to the side."

"Don't keep me from seeing... cough cough, look at this beautiful moonlight."

Feng Zhenghao's body stiffened.

He looked up at the young Taoist priest who had already started eating skewers again.

The look of awe in his eyes deepened.

They regard fame and fortune as dirt.

They regard the wealthy and powerful as ants.

This is truly the demeanor of a master!

"Yes! Yes!"

"This junior will make way right away! This junior will make way right away!"

Feng Zhenghao quickly pulled his son to his feet and respectfully stepped aside.

Zhang Taichu took a bite of the sizzling, oily mutton and mumbled something to Wang Ye across from him:

"Old Wang, what are you standing there for?"

"Drink it."

"This meal is on you, wouldn't you feel like you're missing out if you didn't drink to make up for it?"

Wang Ye looked at the man in front of him who was completely unfathomable, shook his head helplessly, raised his wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"drink!"

"I'll drink it now!"

"Who told me to be such a sucker?"