One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Zhang Chulan's lips twitched.

"Ha ha……"

Zhang Chulan chuckled twice, decisively put his phone back in his pocket, and even put it on silent.

"Chairman Zhao, it's not that I'm not working hard, it's that the enemy is too powerful."

"You want me to manage the second clerk? What's the difference between that and turning on a light in the toilet?"

"Forget it, let's just give up."

"As long as the advisor doesn't blow up the earth, I'll pretend I didn't see anything."

Having figured this out, Zhang Chulan instantly felt a sense of vastness and relief; his back and legs no longer ached. He waved goodbye to the car.

"Alright! Have fun, sir! Call me anytime if you need any instructions! I'll be there whenever you call!"

"Sister Bao'er, let's go! Let's go find those temporary workers and have some fun!"

……

After seeing off Zhang Chulan and his group, the carriage suddenly felt much more spacious.

"Phew... finally some peace and quiet."

Zhang Tianyi stretched, put his feet up on the coffee table, and turned to look at the remaining two "laborers".

"Little Wang, Little Zhuge."

"Now that those sycophants are gone, it's time for us to get down to business."

"Where?"

While wiping the steering wheel, Wang Ye asked, "Should we head straight for Biyou Village?"

What's the rush?

Zhang Tianyi rolled her eyes at him and pointed to the shopping mall outside the window:

"That's deep in the mountains and forests; it's easy to go in but hard to come out. We need to get our supplies ready first."

"in particular……"

Zhang Tianyi's eyes flashed, and he revealed an extremely sly smile:

"We need to buy some transportation."

"Transportation?"

Zhuge Qing was taken aback. "Can't this RV fit?"

You'll find out then.

……

An hour later.

At the entrance of the shopping mall.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing each carried two large bags of snacks and drinks.

Completely bewildered, he watched as Zhang Tianyi directed several workers to move a strange, large object into the back of the RV.

That was a... chair?

No, to be precise, it was a device made of fine nanmu wood, with sturdy bamboo poles tied to both sides, a thick soft pad on top, and even a sunshade—

A sedan chair!

"Second...Second Master?"

Wang Ye pointed at the sedan chair, his lips twitching wildly, a very ominous premonition welling up within him:

"What do you plan to do with this thing?"

"Is that even a question?"

Zhang Tianyi patted the soft leather cushions on the sedan chair, looking completely at ease:

"Of course, I'll sit!"

"The RV can drive on the road ahead, but the road behind is a mountain road! The kind with eighteen bends!"

"Do you want me, the Daoist, to walk up there?"

Even Zhuge Qing's elegant expression faltered slightly, and he tentatively asked:

"Senior... with your cultivation level, shrinking the earth to an inch and riding the wind shouldn't be a problem, right? Just walking a few steps on the mountain path..."

"Hey! Little Zhuge, you're so superficial!"

Zhang Tianyi's face hardened, and he began to spout nonsense with a straight face:

"Cultivation is cultivation, and the body is the body."

"You all do the math, how old am I this year?"

"Twenty?" Wang Ye answered subconsciously.

"Bullshit! That's because I have a secret to preserving my youth!"

Zhang Tianyi pointed to his own nose and said with great distress:

"By seniority and birth year, I, Daoist Master, am almost a hundred years old this year!"

"One hundred years old! What does that mean? That's a centenarian! A true ancestor!"

"Can you bear to make a 100-year-old person climb mountains and wade through rivers on those rugged mountain paths?"

"What if my chronic leg pain flares up again? What if I develop osteoporosis? Can you afford to compensate me?!"

Wang Ye: "..."

Zhuge Qing: "..."

The two men stared into deep silence at Zhang Tianyi's face, which was so tender it looked like it could be squeezed for moisture, and the face that had just been able to drink two bottles of iced cola in one go.

Osteoporosis, my foot!

You could kick the Wang family's gate flying with that kick, and you're telling me you have rheumatism?!

But Zhang Tianyi didn't give them a chance to argue and got into the car directly:

"Alright, stop dawdling! Load the truck! Let's go!"

"Target—Biyou Village!"

……

After speeding along the highway for several hours, the RV finally entered the mountains.

The cement road became an asphalt road, the asphalt road became a gravel road, and finally... the road disappeared.

Ahead, only a winding, narrow path led to the deep mountains and dense forests.

"Whoa—"

Wang Ye slammed on the brakes and turned around helplessly:

"Second Master, the vehicle really can't go any further. Even tanks have a hard time on this road ahead."

"Yes, as expected."

Zhang Tianyi threw down the game console in his hand and jumped off the sofa.

"Men! Unload!"

A few minutes later.

Before the narrow, winding path.

The luxurious sedan chair had been assembled and was parked quietly by the roadside.

Zhang Tianyi straightened his flashy camouflage outfit, put on his sunglasses, and then lay down comfortably, like a grandpa.

He also grabbed a bag of potato chips, tore it open, and popped a chip into his mouth.

"Click".

"Hmm, the firmness is just right, I made the right choice buying this mat."

Zhang Tianyi adjusted to a most comfortable position, then nodded his chin at Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing standing on either side:

"What are you standing there for? Get the sedan chair moving!"

The wind blew through the mountains and forests, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing looked at Zhang Tianyi, who was lying on the sedan chair with his legs crossed and eating potato chips, and then exchanged glances.

They both saw deep despair and a feeling of "I want to die" in each other's eyes.

One is Master Wang of Wudang, a wealthy young man from the capital who possesses the Feng Hou Qi Men technique.

One is a descendant of Zhuge Liang, a squinty-eyed male god, and the idol of countless girls.

Today, here.

They were reduced to... sedan chair carriers.

"Old Wang... I want to go home."

Zhuge Qing nearly broke the fan in his hand, and the smile on his face looked more like a grimace.

"Old Qing, just bear with it."

Wang Ye sighed, resignedly bent down, and lifted the bamboo pole in front of him:

"Who told us we're of lower seniority? Who told us we couldn't beat him?"

"This is what...life is."

"One! Two! Lift!"

The two gritted their teeth and exerted their strength.

"Ouch! Be steady, be steady!"

Zhang Tianyi, sitting in the sedan chair, complained: