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

"No need to be too deliberate, we're brothers here."

"You do it, I'll do whatever you want, that's what we call being generous."

......

Zhang Tianyi spoke up.

He didn't sing live, but the way he held the microphone and his perfect timing made him look like a seasoned nightclub veteran!

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As the lyrics played, Zhang Tianyi's wrist moved with remarkable dexterity.

Flowery hands!

An exceptionally skillful and smooth social dance move!

"Shhhhh!"

His fingers were long and slender, and his movements were graceful. His small, delicate hands were swayed with a kind of... rhythm.

"let's go!"

Zhang Tianyi took the lead, and the big shots behind him all started waving their hands in unison.

This scene is practically a nuclear attack on the visual nerves!

Imagine, the usually quiet and unassuming Taoist priest Wang Ye is now wearing a bitter expression, his hands spinning like a windmill above his head.

Zhuge Qing, who always prides himself on being elegant, had to be careful about his facial expressions while shaking, and his eyes were almost wide open.

"Oh my god! This is too..."

Ma Xianhong, sitting in the audience, was completely dumbfounded, holding a wine glass in his hand.

He watched Zhang Tianyi lead the dance on stage, her movements graceful and free, and couldn't help but tap his leg to the rhythm.

On the stage.

The music reached its climax.

"Come on! Everyone, follow me!"

"Send it to me! dei dei dei dei dei."

Zhang Tianyi suddenly turned around and snapped his fingers at Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing:

"Xiao Wang! Xiao Zhuge! Stop slacking off! Get the Qinghai team moving!"

Wang Ye: "..."

Zhuge Qing: "..."

The two looked at each other and saw the suicidal thoughts in each other's eyes.

But seeing the advisor in front of them having so much fun, the two could only grit their teeth and close their eyes.

do my best!

And so, a scene that shocked the world of supernatural beings unfolded.

The successors of Feng Hou Qi Men and Wu Hou Qi Men, one on the left and one on the right, followed behind Zhang Tianyi and began to frantically shake their heads, twist their waists, and sway their hips!

That movement, that range, that resolute feeling of "I've given up on treatment," ignited the entire audience!

"Wow! Master Wang has amazing waist strength!"

"Zhuge Qing! We want to see you wiggle your butt!!"

The screams of the female villagers and female students below the stage pierced the sky.

"Hahaha! That's more like it!"

Zhang Tianyi laughed loudly and joined the Qinghai rocking crowd.

"This is... the Extraordinary Disco!"

Zhang Tianyi shouted loudly on the stage, his voice carrying throughout the entire valley through the speakers:

Forget about the Eight Extraordinary Skills! Forget about becoming an immortal!

"Tonight! As long as you're happy! That's enlightenment!!"

"Roar!!!"

The atmosphere in the audience completely spiraled out of control.

Even those usually serious and accomplished individuals, such as Grandpa Bi Yuan, couldn't help but tap their canes in rhythm with the ground.

Even someone with a fiery temper like Qiu Rang started clumsily swaying his body to the catchy background music.

At this moment.

There is no backstabbing or infighting, no good versus evil.

There was only pure joy, and those deafeningly loud, corny, and catchy songs.

Zhang Tianyi stood in the center of the stage, looking at the faces of the audience members who were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

Chen Duo was surrounded by a group of children asking for candy.

He took off his sunglasses, wiped the light sweat from his forehead, and a gentle, satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"This warmth and life in the world..."

"It's actually pretty good."

He turned around and gave a thumbs-up to the group of dancers behind him:

"Well done!"

"This dance... has soul!"

"I think our group could debut right now!"

Wang Ye collapsed to the ground, staring at the starry sky, and uttered a sentence with utter despair:

"Second Master... I beg you..."

"This group... should probably disband..."

"I'm afraid the ancestral master will appear in my dream tonight and strike me with lightning..."

Zhang Tianyi laughed heartily, walked over, and pulled Wang Ye up:

"What's there to be afraid of!"

"If the patriarch were here, he'd have to shake it with me!"

"Let's go downstairs for a drink! We're not leaving until we're drunk tonight!"

The night was deep.

The carnival in Biyou Village has only just begun.

......

After the explosive opening track, "Inhuman Disco," ended...

The atmosphere at the scene did not cool down; instead, it became even more heated, as if a spoonful of hot oil had been poured over it.

"Master is awesome! Sister Bao'er is awesome!"

"That's awesome! One more!"

As Zhang Chulan shouted his announcements on stage, the villagers of Biyou Village began to take turns appearing on stage.

These highly skilled individuals and those undergoing transformation, who usually only know how to bury themselves in their practice or are overwhelmed by the pressures of life, completely let loose tonight.

Many of them had been secretly rehearsing for a long time, determined to show off their skills in front of the immortals.

"Next up, please welcome Zhao Daniu, the chief manager of the blacksmith shop in Biyou Village! He will present a performance of hard qigong—'Breaking a Boulder on His Chest'!"

Then Zhao Daniu, who had previously offered ham as a prayer for marriage, jumped onto the stage shirtless, his muscles gleaming as if they had been coated in oil.

With a roar, he slammed several large granite slabs onto his chest.

Beside him, Qiu Rang was controlling a puppet wielding a large iron hammer, which was smashing things repeatedly.

Amidst the flying debris, Zhao Daniu emerged unscathed and even struck a bodybuilding pose, drawing thunderous applause from the audience.

Then, the style suddenly changed.

Several middle-aged women who usually handle logistics, dressed in brightly colored clothes, actually put on a show called "Ru Hua Version of Thousand-Hand Guanyin".

They stood behind a row of beautiful puppets, their movements synchronized with the puppets' stiff yet precise mechanical arms, creating a strange and eerie cyberpunk aesthetic.

"Hahaha! Absolutely brilliant! This idea is absolutely brilliant!"

Offstage, Zhang Tianyi sat in a grand chair, a skewer of lamb in his left hand and a glass of iced Moutai in his right, laughing so hard he was doubled over.

"Little Ma, your village is full of talented people!"

"This aesthetic sense is quite reminiscent of my own style back in the day!"

Ma Xianhong had also drunk quite a bit, and a relaxed smile he had never shown before graced his face. He raised his glass and clinked it against Zhang Tianyi's:

"You flatter me, it's rare to see everyone so happy."

The audience seats below the stage were a scene of chaotic joy.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, these two brothers in misfortune, no longer put on airs of superiority.

They were playing drinking games with some villagers, and the loser would stuff grilled kidneys into their mouths, their mouths dripping with oil.

Wang Zhenqiu even mingled with the villagers and taught a few older women to dance the samba, his movements more flamboyant than anyone else's.

The charcoal crackled and the aroma of dripping oil filled the entire valley.

Everyone ate meat heartily and drank wine from large bowls.

Watching the bizarre yet sincere performance on stage, everyone's face was filled with a genuine smile.

At this moment, Biyou Village truly resembled a paradise on earth.

However, happy times always pass quickly.