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

Upon hearing Zhang Taichu's words, Zhang Chulan sprang to his feet, his face beaming with the ecstatic joy of surviving a close call.

He didn't even bother to brush the dust off his Taoist robe, and began to bustle about with great enthusiasm.

"Alright! Uncle-Master, please wait a moment, I'll go book the plane tickets right away! South China! Let's go to South China!"

As he spoke, he opened his phone and muttered to himself, "Sister Bao'er is so weak, helpless, and pitiful. If no one is watching over her, she'll definitely be bullied terribly... Oh dear, this flight time is good. Let's try to get there before dark!"

Wang Ye watched Zhang Chulan's expression from the side, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. He silently twirled his fingers, his eyes slightly unfocused.

A wisp of faint Qi flowed from his fingertips, seemingly outlining some invisible trajectory.

He took a deep breath, and his fingertips suddenly moved faster.

The surrounding airflow slowed down.

Wang Ye's gaze was solemn.

He saw it.

A blurry, bloody mess.

Countless intertwined causes and effects.

This journey is fraught with danger and trouble, far beyond what a quiet and unassuming person like him could bear.

"That won't do."

Wang Ye withdrew his hand, his body trembling slightly. He knew he could no longer follow this group of people.

Wang Ye glanced around the living room, making sure that neither Zhang Taichu nor Zhang Chulan had noticed him, and then tiptoed to the desk.

The pen scratched as it wrote a few words on a sticky note: "The world is so big, I want to go home and see it." Then it tucked the note under the teacup.

Then, Wang quickly put on sunglasses and a mask and slipped out of the villa without making a sound.

As he walked briskly, he secretly checked the latest high-speed rail schedules on his phone.

"Finally, I can get rid of these troublemakers."

Wang Ye let out a long sigh of relief, and his steps became lighter.

He thought to himself that as long as he got on the high-speed train, he could wake up one morning and return to the familiar and safe Wudang Mountain.

……

Tianjin West Railway Station is bustling with people.

Wang Ye hummed an off-key tune, clutching a high-speed rail ticket he had just bought, and walked lightly toward the ticket gate.

He looked around to make sure no one was following him, and a relaxed smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"This time, everything should be foolproof."

He was thinking to himself as he prepared to pass through the turnstile.

Sudden.

A hand quietly landed on his shoulder.

That hand was gentle yet strong, with clearly defined knuckles.

"Little Wang."

A familiar voice rang in his ear, carrying a hint of playful languor.

"Where are you going to make your fortune?"

Wang Ye's smile instantly froze on his face.

His body suddenly stiffened, as if he had been frozen in place, and even his breathing stopped.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his neck stiffly turned little by little as he looked at the hand on his shoulder.

That's none other than someone else.

Those were Zhang Taichu's hands.

……

A corner of the waiting hall.

Zhang Taichu sat on a bench, his long legs casually crossed. He held a bottle of iced cola in his hand, shaking it absentmindedly.

Wang Ye, like a schoolchild who had made a mistake, sat obediently opposite him, head down, without saying a word.

"Is this ticket for Wudang Mountain?"

Zhang Taichu waved the high-speed rail ticket in his hand, his tone calm and revealing no emotion.

Wang Ye's lips moved, as if he wanted to explain something, but he didn't know where to begin.

"He also wore sunglasses, a mask, and a scarf."

Zhang Taichu's gaze swept over Wang Ye's attire, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"What, are you afraid of being recognized, or afraid of being dragged back?"

Wang Ye's body trembled.

You're overthinking it.

He tried his best to remain calm, his voice was a little hoarse.

"I just... miss home."

"homesick?"

Zhang Taichu chuckled and put the cola in his hand aside. He took out a stack of printed documents from his Taoist robe and casually tossed them in front of Wang Ye.

"Take a look at this."

Wang Ye picked up the documents with a puzzled look, and his expression changed drastically after just one glance.

Those were detailed intelligence reports. They not only detailed the covetousness of the Feng Hou Qi Men sect by various powerful forces in the world of supernatural beings after the Wang family's annihilation.

Some underground organizations even offered bounties on Wang Ye's head, including details about his daily movements and habits.

The acquisition of this information, and its level of detail, made Wang feel a chill run down his spine.

"You think you can escape?"

Zhang Taichu's voice became somewhat low.

"Although the Wang family was wiped out, your reputation as Feng Hou Qi Men has not faded."

"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

"You're like a walking piece of Tang Sanzang's flesh right now; countless people are eyeing you."

"You may be able to evade me today, but can you evade all the extraordinary people in the world tomorrow?"

Wang Ye gripped the stack of documents tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

His breathing became heavy.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhang Taichu's words were like heavy hammer blows, striking at the last vestiges of his hope.

"this……"

His lips trembled as he tried to retort, but found that every word was stuck in his throat.

"You think you're safe just because you've retreated back to Wudang Mountain?"

Zhang Taichu said calmly.

"Is Wudang Mountain a place of tranquility, but also a lawless place?"

"Don't forget, those thirty-six thieves back then possessed the Eight Extraordinary Skills, and look what happened to them!"

Zhang Taichu's words were like a bucket of ice water, completely extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in Wang Ye's heart.

He looked at the documents in his hand, and then remembered the blood-red future he had predicted earlier; his face turned deathly pale.

"Then... what should I do?"

Wang Ye's voice was low and tinged with despair.

"What else can we do?"

Zhang Taichu raised an eyebrow, his eyes holding a deep look.

"Follow me, I'll."

"Follow you?"

Wang Ye suddenly raised his head, looking at Zhang Taichu with a complicated expression.

"I went to South China, and after all that travel, I figured I might as well have some free time."

Zhang Taichu picked up the cola, took a small sip, and spoke casually.

"Your chaotic metal clapper may be a bit crude, but it is still a unique technique."

"If you could improve a little more, you might reach a level you've never even imagined."

Pointing out the chaotic golden clapper!

Wang Ye's body jolted violently.

His "Chaotic Golden Clang" is one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, but he has long since encountered a bottleneck in his self-taught practice. He has sought advice from his seniors at Wudang Mountain and has also studied on his own, but he has never been able to break through.

Zhang Taichu actually said that he could give him some pointers?

"Daoist... Daoist Master, are you telling the truth?"

Wang Ye's breathing became rapid.

"I never lie."

Zhang Taichu raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Do you want to be hunted to death by those rats, or do you want to cultivate the Feng Hou Qi Men technique to its peak under my guidance, making them shrink back in fear?"

Just then, a sweet female voice came over the loudspeaker:

"Attention passengers, boarding has now begun for train Gxxxx bound for Wudang Mountain."

Wang Ye suddenly looked at the train ticket in his hand.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A moment later, Wang silently tore the high-speed rail ticket back to Wudang Mountain into pieces.

"Let's go."

Zhang Taichu watched Wang Ye's actions, a faint smile curving his lips.

He stood up and stretched.

"We're too late. Bao'er's snacks have all been eaten by that brat Zhang Chulan."

Wang Ye looked at the torn ticket in his hand, then glanced at Zhang Taichu, and finally sighed.

He resigned himself to his fate and followed behind Zhang Taichu.

As soon as he stepped out of the waiting hall, he saw Zhang Chulan standing at the exit with a mischievous grin, waving three plane tickets to South China in his hand.

"Old Wang!"

When Zhang Chulan saw Wang Ye, he immediately ran over and put his arm around Wang Ye's shoulder.

"I knew you wouldn't run away! We're best buddies!"

He winked and grinned, his face full of smugness.

"What's this called?"

"That's called fate!"

Zhang Chulan patted Wang Ye on the back, smiling broadly.

"There's no way to escape it!"

Wang Ye rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.

He watched the train approaching in the distance, silently reciting to himself:

"We're completely on board this pirate ship now."