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

"As you know, his limbs were all broken, and he was crippled for decades. My only selfish reason for coming down the mountain this time is to help him stand up again."

"The red hand in Shuangquan's hands can revive the dead and heal bones. I only want this."

Zhang Tianyi shrugged, his face full of sincerity:

"Look, isn't my request simple and unpretentious?"

"I won't steal your secret manual, nor will I destroy your furnace. I just want you to bring out the person who knows the Dual-Handed Technique and help my junior brother cure his illness."

"You can name your consultation fee. Even if it requires a favor from the Celestial Master's Mansion, I can agree to it on behalf of my senior brother."

"So? This deal is a good one, isn't it?"

After hearing these words, the hostility in Ma Xianhong's eyes subsided considerably, replaced by a complex silence.

He looked at Zhang Tianyi.

Although this legendary figure has an eccentric style, his concern for his junior brother in his words just now did not seem fake.

but……

That was his sister, the most important person in his life, and a secret he had to protect.

Even when facing a master from the Celestial Master's Mansion, he must not easily give in.

After a while.

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath, raised his head, and his eyes regained their calm:

"Sir, I understand how you feel."

"I've heard about Elder Tian's deeds, and it's truly a pity."

"but……"

Ma Xianhong shook his head, his tone firm:

"You've really misunderstood."

"The core of this Body Cultivation Furnace is the unique secret technique of my Ma family's Divine Refinement, and it has nothing to do with the Dual-Hand Technique."

"I have never heard of the dual-wielding master you mentioned."

"In this Biyou Village, there is only a group of pitiful people who want to change their fate; there are no reclusive masters who have mastered the Eight Extraordinary Skills."

Or deny it.

They even denied it flawlessly.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, both of them feeling worried for Ma Xianhong.

To lie through one's teeth in front of the Second Master, this Village Chief Ma must be incredibly stubborn.

However, to everyone's surprise...

Zhang Tianyi did not get angry.

He didn't even frown.

"Tsk..."

Zhang Tianyi stared at Ma Xianhong for a while, then suddenly sighed.

He took the lollipop stick out of his mouth, flicked it casually, and accurately tossed it into the trash can in the distance.

"alright."

Zhang Tianyi shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

"Since you say no, then no."

"I'm too lazy to force you, after all, forced love is never sweet."

"and……"

Zhang Tianyi stepped forward and reached out to help Ma Xianhong straighten the string of red beads that were slightly crooked.

A very kind smile appeared on his face:

"Since you're a decent kid, you had someone go down the mountain last night to install a dedicated fiber optic line for me so I could play ranked games smoothly this morning.

"I'll give you face, Daoist Master."

“We have plenty of time in the future. Biyou Village has beautiful scenery, and I plan to stay for a few more days.”

"Who knows, maybe one day, that non-existent successor of the Dual-Handed Technique will suddenly appear on their own?"

After saying that, Zhang Tianyi turned around without waiting for Ma Xianhong's response.

He waved to Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing beside him:

"Let's go! This place smells like engine oil, it'll ruin our appetite if we keep smelling it."

"It's lunchtime, let's go see what delicious food the village has prepared for us today."

Watching Zhang Tianyi's dashing departing figure.

Ma Xianhong stood there, feeling his back soaked in cold sweat.

This feeling of being completely seen through, yet being let off the hook for some inexplicable reason...

It's so frustrating.

"call……"

Ma Xianhong let out a long breath, looking at the still-operating cultivation furnace, his eyes becoming even more profound.

……

Around noon.

The area in front of the canteen in Biyou Village was bustling with activity.

To entertain these distinguished guests, Ma Xianhong specially instructed the village to hold an open-air banquet.

A dozen large round tables were set up on the threshing ground, filled with the aroma of chicken, duck, fish and meat.

The senior members and villagers sat together, toasting and exchanging drinks in a lively atmosphere.

"Come, come, Brother Zhuge! Try this! It's local pork from here, it's delicious!"

"Master Wang! Don't be so polite! Make yourself at home!"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were seated at the main table, also known as the "leader's table".

Also at the table were Ma Xianhong and several core members of the Upper Root, all sitting upright and speaking politely, chatting about "the future of the extraordinary people" and "the plans for the new segment".

While responding to the toasts, Wang Ye's eyes darted around.

"Hey? Old Qing, have you seen Second Master?"

Zhuge Qing was elegantly picking fish bones when he heard this, and he was also taken aback:

"They were just here a moment ago... Did they go to the kitchen to steal... cough, to inspect the work?"

The two were puzzled.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the next table.

"Hey! That big chicken leg is mine!"

"Who said that? I clearly grabbed it first!"

"You're just a child, can't you be a little more sensible? Can't you give way to this 100-year-old woman?"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing looked in the direction of the sound, and then covered their faces at the same time.

There it was on a table in the corner.

Zhang Tianyi was squeezed among a group of six- or seven-year-old kids without any regard for her image.

He rolled up the sleeves of his ethereal Taoist robe to his elbows.

With one foot on a stool and chopsticks in his hand, he was having a heated argument with a chubby little boy across from him who had a runny nose.

"You're talking nonsense! You look so young! You're the older brother!"

The chubby boy held onto the chicken leg tightly, refusing to let go, and was almost in tears from feeling wronged.

"Don't call me brother! Call me grandpa! No, call me great-grandpa!"

Zhang Tianyi confidently used his chopsticks to hold the other end of the chicken leg, applying a slight, wrapping force:

"Little friend, you should be honest. Look at your physique, you must eat a lot of meat."

"I'm at the age where I'm growing and need nutrition! This chicken leg must be mine!"

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist.

"Whoosh-"

The shiny, juicy chicken leg traced a graceful arc in the little fat boy's despairing gaze.

It landed steadily in Zhang Tianyi's bowl.

"Wow--!!"

The chubby boy finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

The other children around were also too scared to touch their chopsticks.

They all looked at the older brother who was stealing food from the children with the eyes of someone looking at a great demon.

"What are you crying for? You're so pathetic!"

While happily munching on a chicken leg, Zhang Tianyi pulled a handful of imported chocolates from his pocket and slammed them on the table.

"Take this! It'll be your chicken leg in exchange! This is high-end stuff, you don't even see it normally!"

The chubby boy's crying stopped abruptly.

He looked at the colorful chocolates, sniffled, and immediately burst into laughter, grabbing the chocolates in one gulp.

"Thank you, Great-Grandpa!"

"That's more like it!"

Zhang Tianyi took a satisfied sip of his drink.