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

"Second Master, rest assured! From now on, Chen Duo... Junior Martial Aunt's affairs are my affairs, Zhang Chulan's affairs!"

"Anyone who wants to touch her will have to step over my dead body!"

"Yes, just hearing that is enough."

Zhang Tianyi nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked towards the rest area next door.

He sat down on the large leather sofa and waved to Chen Duo:

"Girl, come here."

Chen Duo obediently walked up to him.

“We who cultivate the Tao should not be bound by complicated formalities, but the necessary rituals cannot be omitted.”

Zhang Tianyi pointed to a cup of freshly brewed hot tea on the table:

"The conditions are simple today, so please use this cup of tea instead of wine to offer a toast to your teacher. Consider it a simple apprenticeship ceremony."

“When we get back to Longhu Mountain, I’m going to make sure my senior brother opens the gates of Zhengyi Temple and throws you a big celebration.”

Without hesitation, Chen Duo picked up the cup of hot tea, knelt down, and raised the teacup high above her head:

"Master, please have some tea."

Zhang Tianyi took the teacup and took a small sip.

"Alright, I'll drink the tea. This master-disciple relationship is now set in stone."

Zhang Tianyi put down his teacup, and his expression suddenly became solemn and dignified.

He looked at Chen Duo kneeling before him, his tone laced with arrogance:

"Since you call me Master, I naturally can't let you live with this ailment. Today, I'll bestow upon you a great fortune!"

After speaking, Zhang Tianyi did not get up, but slowly raised his right hand.

He took a deep breath and gently touched his brow with his fingertip.

A drop of blood essence, dark gold in color and containing Zhang Tianyi's purest primordial life force, was forcibly forced out by him!

The moment this drop of blood appeared, the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier.

Immediately afterwards, the vast and boundless innate lightning energy within Zhang Tianyi's body surged towards his fingertips like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

That drop of dark golden blood essence transformed into a lightning seed no bigger than a soybean.

"This is formed from my original essence and blood—the [Purple Mansion Creation Profound Thunder Seed]."

Zhang Tianyi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pointed out with one finger.

The purple-gold lightning seed transformed into a stream of light and entered the depths of Chen Duo's dantian without any hindrance!

"boom!"

Chen Duo felt as if a gentle sun had exploded inside her.

Then came a deep, tingling, and warm sensation that penetrated to the bone.

As soon as the lightning seed entered the dantian, it began to continuously release pure innate lightning energy.

These thunderous energies flowed through her meridians to her limbs and bones.

A miracle happened before everyone's eyes.

The primal Gu poison patterns on Chen Duo's neck and arms began to fade and disappear rapidly at a visible speed the moment they came into contact with this purple-gold thunder energy!

Layers of black impurities were expelled through her pores.

In just a few breaths.

The tangled primordial poison in Chen Duo's body was actually removed by more than 50% by this thunder seed!

The remaining 50% was also firmly suppressed in the corner, waiting for her to cultivate thunder magic in the future and slowly refine it completely.

Chen Duo's face, which always had a sickly pale look, was now flushed with a healthy blush.

She could clearly feel that her breathing was no longer heavy, and the chill that had accompanied her at that moment had disappeared.

"This... what an incredible feat..."

Old Meng, who was not far away, stared in disbelief. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down again.

Xiao Zizai's words were full of awe: "With a flick of the finger, creation can bring withered trees back to life."

"The realm of a true master is something that we mortals would probably never be able to reach, even if we spent our entire lives trying."

Ignoring the astonishment of those around him, Zhang Tianyi looked at Chen Duo, who had her eyes closed and was greedily sensing the life force within her body.

Looking at her face, which appeared incredibly serene and well-behaved because of her newfound life.

A fleeting look of disorientation suddenly crossed Zhang Tianyi's usually deep and unfathomable eyes.

This scene is so familiar.

My thoughts seemed to pierce through the pervasive moisture and fly directly back to Longhu Mountain more than ninety years ago.

That was the rear hall of Zhengyi Temple, filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

At that time, he was just a child whose head barely reached the edge of the table.

He was in excruciating pain because the innate lightning energy within his body was too violent.

The old Taoist priest, who always had a stern face and a bad temper, but whose eyes were incredibly gentle when he looked at him, was also sitting cross-legged in the same way.

The exact same movements, the exact same temperature.

A rough, large hand pressed down on his head, guiding the core techniques of Longhu Mountain into his body inch by inch.

His master at that time told him, "Tianyi, your fate is too strong. Heaven wants to take you away, but as long as your master is here, even if the Heavenly King himself comes, he will have to wait outside the gate of Longhu Mountain!"

Time flies, and things change.

The child who used to writhe in pain at his master's knees has now grown into a towering tree that can shelter others from the wind and rain.

Zhang Tianyi leaned back slowly on the sofa, his fingers gently stroking the rim of the teacup.

He looked out the window at the endless night sky, his usual arrogance and cynicism gone.

All that remains is a sense of open-mindedness and solitude born from the vicissitudes of life.

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it carried an indescribable Daoist charm that echoed gently in the empty room:

"The clouds over the long ridge open up the vast mountain path,"

"A breeze rises from the clear cliff, carrying the fragrance of the palace."

"If I follow my lifelong vow to save the world,"

Zhang Tianyi tilted her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips:

"In front of the hall should be... God worshiping me!"

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"In front of the hall should be... God worshiping me!"

The poem, accompanied by the rising steam, lingered in the spacious, luxurious private hot spring.

The arrogant air of someone who had experienced the vicissitudes of life yet looked down on the world between the lines completely silenced the few temporary workers present.

Xiao Zizai silently murmured to himself, "Amitabha, I can't afford to offend him."

Black Pipe and Old Meng lowered their heads in awe, even their breathing became soft.

The atmosphere and the sophistication are simply off the charts.

However, this aura of Taoism, which was enough to make people bow down in worship, was abruptly cut off by a voice that was extremely disruptive to the atmosphere, before it could last for three seconds.

"Ahem... Um, Second Master."

Zhang Chulan snapped out of his daze and looked at Zhang Tianyi with an extremely strange expression:

"While I, your grandson, also think these lines are quite catchy, these words... did you really come up with them on the spot?"

Zhang Tianyi glanced at him sideways, then slowly picked up the freshly brewed hot tea and took a sip: "What, you have a problem with that?"

"No objection, no objection, how could I dare?"

Zhang Chulan chuckled and leaned forward, asking with a gossipy look:

"I'm just curious. Logically speaking, you grew up in the mountains, during a time of war and chaos. Did you... ever have a proper education?"

"He doesn't usually look like a scholar; he spends all his time playing video games, eating skewers, and doing fancy hand gestures... How can he have such cultural refinement?"

"To be able to write such cultured and profound poems... you didn't memorize them from some online novel, did you?"

Upon hearing Zhang Chulan's words, Lao Meng broke out in a cold sweat and frantically tried to signal to Zhang Chulan with his eyes.

Good heavens! Someone had just struck a pose of supreme elegance, why did you have to go up there and rip off their underwear?!

Zhang Tianyi didn't get angry.

He paused slightly in his hand holding the teacup, put it down, and gave a cold laugh.

He extended a finger and flicked Zhang Chulan's forehead hard.

"Boom!"

"Ouch!" Zhang Chulan clutched his forehead and squatted on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Grandson, I think you've been having too much fun these past few days, and you're itching for a beating, aren't you?"

Zhang Tianyi rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"What? Just because you went to Nankai University, you think you're a highly educated person who can flaunt your academic credentials in front of me, the God of Heaven?"

Zhang Chulan chuckled, about to modestly reply, "Not at all."

Zhang Tianyi didn't give him a chance to interrupt, and slowly began to criticize:

"Why don't you go down the mountain and ask around? Is Longhu Mountain something you can just climb whenever you want now?"

"Don't you have any idea how high the bar is for your old advisor Zhang Zhiwei, with his wrinkled face, to take on apprentices these days?"

"Let alone the inner disciples, even the Taoist priests in the main hall of the front mountain who are responsible for sweeping, interpreting divination slips, and selling tickets, aren't they all graduates of top-tier universities with bachelor's and master's degrees?"