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

Why is he now working part-time as a thug?!

"Hey... buddy, calm down."

Wang Ye sighed, scratched his messy topknot, and looked helplessly at Qiu Rang:

"Although I really didn't want to do it, this elder had a bad temper."

"If I don't take action, I'll be the one getting beaten up later."

So... I'm sorry to offend you.

"Enough with the nonsense! You can die with me!"

Chou Rang was furious and wouldn't listen to anything. The Ruyi in his hand shone brightly, turning into a huge golden shockwave that slammed into Wang Ye!

"Sigh, why bother?"

Wang Ye shook his head.

He stood still, his feet not moving an inch.

But suddenly, a sharp glint flashed in those perpetually sleepy eyes.

"The chaotic clapper".

Om-!

An invisible wave spread out instantly.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Qiu Rang's attack, which was originally powerful and lightning-fast, suddenly became extremely slow when it entered within three feet of Wang Ye.

It was as slow as a slow-motion replay.

The golden shockwave made it impossible for them to move an inch.

"What...what is this?!"

Qiu Rang's eyes widened as he desperately tried to activate the magical artifact, only to find that he couldn't even move a finger.

And under his horrified gaze.

Wang Ye slowly stretched out his hand, like an old man practicing Tai Chi in a park, gently and tenderly brushing it against the golden light.

"Let's go."

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

"boom!"

Qiu Rang felt an irresistible force rebounding back at him.

He was sent flying backward at twice the speed he had come from, as if he had been hit by a train!

"what--!!"

Qiu Rang screamed and flew more than ten meters away. Finally, with a "splat", he stuck to the courtyard wall like a painting and slowly slid down.

"It's done."

Wang Ye withdrew his hand, dusted off his sleeves, turned to look at Zhang Tianyi, and said with a helpless expression:

"Good heavens, this force... is it alright?"

Zhang Tianyi sat on the stone bench, took a sip of tea, and didn't even lift his eyelids:

"Well, it'll do."

"It's just a passing grade."

He put down his teacup, finally looking directly at Ma Xianhong, whose face was extremely pale, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"Village Chief Ma, I'm so sorry."

"His hands were a bit damp, and he couldn't control his strength."

"but……"

Zhang Tianyi pointed to Qiu Rang, who was lying unconscious in the corner, and said in a low voice:

"That's why Xiao Wang took action."

"If it were me..."

"What's pasted on your wall might just be a human skin."

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath and looked at the domineering and unreasonable young Taoist in front of him.

For some reason, instead of feeling angry, he felt a slight...

The urge to recruit him into the group.

This is a true master!

This is exactly the kind of talent the new company needs!

"The real person is right."

Ma Xianhong cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone even more deferential than before:

"It's my fault for not disciplining him properly, and I'm sorry to have made you laugh at me."

"Since the internet here is bad..."

Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth and made a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes:

"I'll have someone go down the mountain right away to run internet cables and fiber optic cables!"

"I guarantee that real people will have broadband access by tonight!!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianyi's eyes lit up instantly, and he slapped his thigh:

"Oh! I knew it!"

"Xiao Ma, you're a good person to get along with!"

"This is the friend I've decided to make!"

Chapter 78: With proper support, everything is negotiable!

News spreads faster in Biyou Village than it does over the loudspeaker at the village entrance.

Ma Xianhong hurriedly ran off to arrange for people to go down the mountain to lay fiber optic cables.

The rumors about a white-robed deity who could summon wind and rain spreading like wildfire throughout the village.

The villagers of Biyou Village are mostly not ordinary people, or they are ordinary people who aspire to become extraordinary.

They have an almost blind fanaticism and worship of "power" and "gods".

As a result, the once quiet and elegant courtyard soon became bustling with activity.

"Hey! Don't push! Let me see what a deity looks like!"

"I heard they came from Longhu Mountain! That's the ancestral home of Taoism!"

"I saw that the sect leader was very respectful to him just now, he must be a great power!"

The villagers clung to the courtyard wall, crowded at the entrance, and craned their necks.

The look in his eyes was like that of someone looking at a newly introduced giant panda at a zoo.

yard.

Zhang Tianyi remained seated firmly on the stone bench.

He put his sunglasses back on, crossed his legs, and held a palm-leaf fan in his hand, fanning himself idly.

Faced with this crowd of onlookers, he not only felt no discomfort, but actually thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being "the center of attention."

"Tsk tsk, Little Wang."

Zhang Tianyi pointed with his palm-leaf fan to the dense crowd at the entrance and said to Wang Ye, who looked utterly dejected, "..."

"See that? That's popularity."

"That's my personal charm."

Even in this remote, desolate mountain valley, gold will always shine.

Wang Ye rolled his eyes and leaned against the tree helplessly.

"Second Master, stop joking. You're being treated like a monkey, aren't you ashamed?"

"Stinky? Why would it smell stinky?"

Zhang Tianyi retorted confidently:

"They are looking up at the truth with eyes full of curiosity! Your awareness is too low."

Just then.

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

A burly man, shirtless, with dark skin and a muscular physique, struggled to push his way through the crowd.

He seemed to be carrying something heavy in his hands, and rushed into the yard covered in sweat.

"God... God!"

The burly man rushed to within three meters of Zhang Tianyi, but was so intimidated by the invisible aura that he abruptly stopped the car.

He swallowed hard, looking at Zhang Tianyi with a mixture of honesty and nervousness:

"I...I'm Zhao Daniu! I'm the village blacksmith!"

"I've heard you're a living deity, capable of divination and predicting life and death..."

"I...I want you to do my fortune telling!"

Zhang Tianyi glanced at him through her sunglasses, still fanning herself with her palm leaf fan, and said lazily:

"Fortune-telling?"

“Layman, you’re being too worldly.”