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

Its aura completely overshadowed the Maybachs parked next to it.

The man leading the group was Wang Weiguo, the CEO of China Overseas Group.

This guy's current state can only be described as "rejuvenated".

Since Zhang Tianyi treated him with his "Spring Thunder Turns into Rain" technique at his villa, his back no longer aches and his legs no longer hurt.

He can even chat with his wife until midnight!

My once slightly plump belly has shrunk considerably thanks to my excess energy and frequent trips to the gym.

He was wearing a perfectly tailored navy blue suit today, and looked radiant.

He stood there for half an hour without moving an inch, his back straighter than the bodyguard next to him.

"Quick! Check if the plane has landed yet?"

Wang Weiguo glanced at his watch while urging his secretary, his voice unusually loud.

"That's my uncle! My savior! We have to give him a proper welcome!"

The bodyguards exchanged glances, thinking to themselves that Mr. Wang was getting more and more comfortable calling him "Uncle Zhang."

Finally, the doors to the VIP passage slowly opened.

The man at the head, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, exuded an air of ethereal beauty that was both incongruous and perfectly harmonious against the backdrop of the modern glass curtain wall.

Zhang Tianyi took off his sunglasses, his deep purple eyes sweeping over the capital city he hadn't seen for several days, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

"Uncle Zhang!! Over here!!!"

Wang Weiguo's voice was like it was being amplified, making the ceiling of the waiting hall seem to shake.

Completely disregarding his image as a billionaire, he waved wildly like a teenager who had just successfully met a star, and even tried to run forward a few steps.

Zhang Tianyi paused, looking at Wang Weiguo in the distance, who was jumping around like he was on steroids, and his eyes twitched slightly.

"Master, it seems that Mr. Wang's recovery has indeed been... a bit too much."

Zhang Chulan muttered to himself.

He was carrying Feng Baobao's panda bag on his back and holding Chen Duo's sad frog doll in his hand, looking every bit the "dad".

Beside him, Wang Ye hung his head with a look of utter despair, wishing he could bury his head in the collar of his old Taoist robe.

"Dad... could you be a little more reserved?"

Wang Ye walked over hesitantly, protesting in a weak voice.

“In public, my second master has a reputation to maintain, and so do I.”

"You don't know anything!"

Wang Weiguo glared at his son, then turned to look at Zhang Tianyi, his face instantly breaking into a wide grin.

"Uncle Zhang! You must be tired from the journey!"

"I've been counting down the days in Beijing, just waiting for you to come back... no, I mean, to give this junior some guidance!"

That cry of "Uncle Zhang" was so sincere and heartfelt, so full of confidence and conviction.

"Alright, Lao Wang, slow down, don't tear the thread on my sleeve."

Zhang Tianyi let Wang Weiguo shake his hand vigorously, sensed the Qi within his body, and nodded.

"Not bad, you absorbed the Thunder Element Qi quite well. Do you feel like you're getting 'electric' all over now?"

"A call came in! It's so exciting!"

Wang Weiguo beamed, “When I go back to the company for meetings now, those veterans look at me with fear, saying I’m too energetic, like a thirty-year-old.”

"Hehe, I knew it! Uncle Zhang is a true god!"

The group got into the row of Rolls-Royces and headed straight for the Western Hills.

Inside the car, Chen Duo sat somewhat awkwardly on the top-of-the-line leather seat, holding the frog in her arms.

She looked out the window at the rapidly receding skyscrapers of Beijing, her eyes revealing curiosity, but also a hint of bewilderment at the vast world around her.

Feng Baobao sat next to her, holding a bottle of premium sparkling water provided by the hotel, staring blankly at the bubbles.

"Chen Duo, look at that."

Feng Baobao suddenly pointed to a huge billboard passing by outside the window, featuring a glamorous female celebrity selling high-end perfumes.

"Is it pretty?" Chen Duo asked softly.

"I don't know."

Feng Baobao chewed on her snacks and replied expressionlessly, "Xu Si said that's called a sense of sophistication."

"But I think her makeup was wrong. If she were to come with me to bury someone, all that powder would fall into the soil and make it dirty."

Chen Duo paused for a moment, then revealed a subtle smile that she herself didn't even notice: "Sister Bao'er, is the place we're going to big?"

"It's huge, the house is really big, you can even run exercises inside," Feng Baobao explained earnestly.

Wang Ye, who was driving in the front seat, listened to the conversation of the two aunties in the back, and his hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly.

What kind of perspective is this, burying someone? Sister Bao'er, you really are completely untouched by worldly affairs.

When Zhang Tianyi arrived at a manor at the foot of Xishan Mountain, he was also taken aback by the grandeur of the place.

This garden was built during the Qing Dynasty and is nestled against the mountain, with its layout arranged in a harmonious and varied manner.

It possesses both the elegance of Jiangnan gardens and the grandeur of imperial palaces.

"Uncle Zhang, I just renovated this house last year, and I haven't been able to bear living in it."

Wang Weiguo led Zhang Tianyi across the white marble bridge and pointed to the tallest, independent pavilion in the distance.

“That place is quiet, and I also had someone check the feng shui; it’s called ‘Auspicious Purple Qi Comes from the East.’”

“Uncle Zhang, since you’re living in this world, you need a decent place to stay.”

He pulled a stack of documents from his pocket and handed them over respectfully: "The property certificate is right here. I've already filled in the name. You just need to sign it, and this will be your villa in Beijing!"

Zhang Tianyi didn't even glance at the document worth hundreds of millions, and lightly waved his whisk: "Little Wang, you have ulterior motives."

Wang Weiguo was stunned, and almost broke out in a cold sweat: "Uncle Zhang, what do you mean by that?"

"I am a Taoist who cultivates the Tao of Tranquility."

Zhang Tianyi pointed to the outdoor heated swimming pool outside the pavilion, "Did you set up such a decadent place to disturb my Dao heart? Or do you want me to become a recluse here?"

"No, no, no, I wanted you to better understand the world!" Wang Weiguo's mind worked quickly.

"no."

Zhang Tianyi, with his hands behind his back, said calmly, "The karma is too great for me to bear."

"Take it back and live in it yourself. At worst, just leave me a side room to rest in."

Wang Weiguo was anxious; this was a rare opportunity for him to "offer sacrifices."

At this moment, Zhang Chulan wiped the crumbs from his mouth and leaned closer.

"Oh dear, Mr. Wang, you just don't understand my advisor's mind."

Zhang Chulan took the document from Wang Weiguo, pulled him aside, and whispered:

"Mr. Wang, my advisor is a master, and masters believe in 'fate.' If you give it to him directly, that would be bribery!"

"But if you ask him to say that the dragon vein of this house is too strong and your family can't control it, and ask him to condescend to sit here and suppress the evil feng shui energy... what is that called? That's called inviting a deity to protect the formation!"

Wang Weiguo's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh: "Chu Lan, you're a fucking genius!"

Immediately, Wang Weiguo turned around and knelt down again with a thud, so fast that Wang Ye wanted to cover his face.

"Master! Uncle Zhang! Please, save this house!"

Wang Weiguo, with tears streaming down his face, said, “Ever since this garden was completed, I have always felt anxious and short of breath. I have consulted many masters, and they all said that only a person of great stature can keep up the noble atmosphere of this place.”

"Therefore, even if you don't accept the offer, please be sure to stay here permanently, just to help me ward off bad luck in this area!"

Zhang Tianyi looked at Wang Weiguo, who was clinging to his leg, and then at Zhang Chulan, who was standing to the side with a look that said, "I'm doing this all for the sake of Master." He shook his head helplessly.

“Zhang Chulan, if this gets back to your master’s ears, he’ll hang you on the main beam of the Zhengyi Temple to dry in the wind.”

"Hehe, you don't understand the advisor."

As Zhang Chulan helped Zhang Tianyi take the documents, he waved to Chen Duo.

"Junior Uncle, come quick! We're choosing rooms! The one with the game room is yours, and the one with the stargazing is for Sister Bao'er!"

Looking at the group of noisy younger people, Zhang Tianyi pretended to sigh, suppressing his inner excitement.

"Hehe, my grandson, you really understand me."

What a magnificent estate! What a magnificent estate!

How much is this worth?!

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands...

Zhang Tianyi excitedly counted on his fingers.

......

into the night.

The moonlight over the western hills was like silver, spilling onto the villa's spacious terrace.

Zhang Tianyi changed into a light black silk casual outfit and sat barefoot on a futon on the terrace.

Chen Duo sat cross-legged somewhat awkwardly in front of him.

"Girl, do you know what thunder is?"

Zhang Tianyi's voice sounded particularly ethereal in the night.

"It's electricity."

Chen Duo answered seriously, "I learned about it in the Dark Fortress; it's about the directional movement of electrons."

That's technique, not the way.

Zhang Tianyi smiled slightly and flicked his finger.