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

What's the point of fighting?

What's the point of taking precautions?

This is practically a god living among mortals!

"Good heavens!!!"

Just when everyone was questioning life and reshaping their values.

A sudden, high-pitched shout shattered the suffocating silence.

Zhang Chulan suddenly emerged from the crowd.

He jogged and rushed straight to Zhang Tianyi.

Bowing and scraping, eyes gleaming, and showering flattery on like water off the top of their lungs:

"The Heavenly Lord is invincible!!! The Heavenly Lord is domineering!!!"

"That lightning magic! That posture! That effortless composure!"

"This is absolutely unprecedented! Just one glance at it can grant you longevity and make you ascend to immortality!"

"Master! Your shout to the heavens just now made my blood boil. I wish I could erect a longevity tablet for you on the spot!"

Zhang Tianyi held the still unconscious Chen Duo in one arm and used an umbrella to shield her from the glaring sunlight with the other.

Despite being pleased by Zhang Chulan's shameless flattery, he remained calm.

He simply tilted his head slightly and adjusted his sunglasses:

"Alright, stop wailing here. It's just basic stuff. Look at you, so naive."

He glanced at the enormous crystal pit, frowned slightly, and seemed somewhat dissatisfied:

"The soil in these mountains is no good; its conductivity is too low. Otherwise, this pit could be even more rounded."

Everyone: "..."

Listen to this! Is this even human language?!

You're even looking for a perfectly rounded dent?!

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to change his perspective and continue boasting...

"Buzzing—"

His cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Zhang Chulan took out his phone and looked at the screen.

Two extremely glaring characters flashed on the screen: [Chairman Zhao].

Zhang Chulan's eye twitched as he glanced at the nonchalant advisor beside him.

He very sensibly took a few steps back, turned around, and slipped behind a relatively intact big tree.

Then, he covered his mouth and the microphone tightly with his hand and pressed the answer button.

……

Beijing, the headquarters building of NaDuTong.

Inside the chairman's office on the top floor.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive at that moment.

Zhao Fangxu was standing in front of the huge desk, his hands supporting him on the surface.

His round face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his breathing was heavy.

On the table in front of him were several top-secret reports that had just been urgently delivered by his confidential secretary.

The topmost document prominently displays a screenshot of joint monitoring by the Meteorological Bureau and the National Near-Earth Orbit Satellite.

The image shows a terrifying, purplish-black high-energy vortex appearing in the sky above a mountainous area in Liupanshui, Guizhou.

The secretary stood to the side, her voice trembling:

"Chairman Zhao... Chairman Zhao."

"The meteorological bureau is going crazy. Satellite monitoring just detected a sudden high-intensity thunderstorm in a mountainous area of ​​Guizhou."

"However... this thunderstorm had no prior indication of cloud formation, and the energy peak instantly exceeded the highest monitoring threshold. What's even stranger is that this energy was released in an instant and then disappeared in an instant."

"Experts say...this violates all natural weather laws, and is more like...like some kind of targeted high-energy weapon strike..."

As Zhao Fangxu looked at the report, he felt his blood pressure soaring at 100 miles per hour.

Targeted weapon? Abnormal weather?

Shit!

Others might not know where that is, but how could Zhao Fangxu not know?!

Those are the coordinates of Biyou Village!

That's where that living ancestor stayed!

Zhao Fangxu's heart was pounding in his throat.

He knew Zhang Tianyi's lawless personality all too well.

If this ancestor really gets angry, then absolutely nothing will grow!

Screw the population red line, screw maintaining balance, what if one of them gets out of control...?

If you see a person, kill them; if you see a dog, kill it!

"Get Zhang Chulan! Get Zhang Chulan right now!!"

Zhao Fangxu practically roared the order.

As soon as the call connected, Zhao Fangxu couldn't wait to roar into the receiver:

"Zhang Chulan!! What are you guys up to?!"

"What's going on in Guizhou?! Was it your... that senior colleague who did it?!"

"What about the casualties?! How many people died?! Is the village still standing?! Tell me the truth!!!"

Behind the tree.

Zhang Chulan's ears were ringing from Zhao Fangxu's barrage of words.

He covered the microphone, peeked out, and glanced at the Second Master who was directing Wang Ye to move chairs in the distance.

"Um... Mr. Zhao, please calm down and take a blood pressure medication..."

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice, his tone revealing helplessness:

"Well... this commotion was indeed caused by my advisor."

"It really is him?!"

Zhao Fangxu slapped his forehead, feeling like the sky was falling: "It's over...it's all over...are they all dead? What about the temporary workers? Are they still around?"

"Yes, yes, yes! They're all alive! Please let me finish!"

Zhang Chulan quickly explained:

"Actually... nothing serious happened."

"My master's father just... thought that the illegal structure of the cultivation furnace was too eye-catching and annoyed him."

"So, he... summoned a lightning bolt, which... destroyed the broken furnace and the factory building."

"The kind where not even a trace is left."

An eerie silence fell over the other end of the phone.

Zhang Chulan quickly added, afraid that Chairman Zhao might not be able to catch his breath:

"But don't worry! There are absolutely no casualties!"

"Before my advisor made his move, he gave us five seconds to escape, and everyone ran quite fast."

"Even Old Ma didn't die, it's just... just looking at that pit, he got a little depressed."

Inside the office.

Zhao Fangxu remained in the position of holding the phone, stunned for a full half minute.

"call……"

No one died.

Only one stove was chopped.

"No casualties...no casualties..."

Zhao Fangxu muttered a couple of words to himself, then slumped into the boss's chair.

He took off his fogged-up glasses and vigorously wiped his face with his chubby palm.

What kind of deity is this?

You should have said so earlier if you wanted to dismantle the furnace!

Why don't you just dismantle it with your own hands? Why do you have to invite divine calamity to do it?!

This is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito!

But no matter what, as long as there are no large-scale deaths, and as long as the temporary workers and villagers are alive.

This matter can be handled!

As for that body-cultivating furnace?

Let them chop it up! The company was going to smash it anyway, so this saves the temporary workers some effort!

Is this considered... free contract manufacturing?

"Listen, Zhang Chulan."

Zhao Fangxu put his glasses back on, and his tone instantly regained the composure and decisiveness befitting a chairman:

"Listen carefully now, immediately relay my highest command!"