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

"Zi."

A nearly transparent purple arc of electricity leaped between the two.

It didn't act like a docile elf, circling Chen Duo's fingers gently.

"Thunder is the pivot of heaven and earth."

Zhang Tianyi's smile faded, and his tone became solemn. "In the eyes of mortals, it is the might of heaven, it is destruction. But in the eyes of us cultivators, it is the intersection of yin and yang, it is the transformation of life and death."

"You were able to survive the Gu poison because the life force within you forcibly adapted to the primal Gu's will to die."

Chen Duo looked down at her palm, where the surging black energy was now being suppressed by the lightning seed left by Zhang Tianyi.

"The lightning magic I'm going to teach you isn't just for destruction."

Zhang Tianyi slowly stood up. He wasn't in a hurry to teach the specific movements, but instead pointed to the starry sky.

“Your body is like a dried-up well, and the primordial Gu is the silt at the bottom of the well. If you try to dig the silt, the well will collapse.”

"So, we have to wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait for the thunder."

Zhang Tianyi stood with his hands behind his back, and a mysterious aura emanated from him.

"Teaching you thunder magic is actually teaching you how to generate electricity."

Zhang Tianyi made a playful joke, but her eyes were incredibly deep.

"When thunder magic is practiced to its extreme, it is the reorganization of every cell in the body. Every thought and every movement is in harmony with the frequency of heaven and earth."

"What you lack now is not strength, but 'reason'."

He extended a finger and gently touched Chen Duo's forehead.

"Don't resist the Gu within you, but communicate with it. Thunder can not only shatter withered trees, but also make spring buds break through the soil."

"When you can feel that the Gu worms in your body are not biting you, but breathing with you... then you can be considered to have entered the realm of thunder magic."

Chen Duo closed her eyes, feeling the slight coolness coming from between her eyebrows.

In her perception, everything around her slowed down.

Under Zhang Tianyi's guidance, the noisy, violent electric currents were actually woven into a strange melody.

“Master, I can feel…they are moving,” Chen Duo said softly.

"Just keep moving."

Zhang Tianyi withdrew his hand, walked to the edge of the terrace, and looked down at the dim lights below.

"Cultivating Tao is not about becoming an immortal, but about finding a comfortable position to stand in in this messed-up world."

Zhang Tianyi glanced at Zhang Chulan, who was eavesdropping behind the door, and casually waved his hand.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Chulan let out a strange cry, as if he had been stung by static electricity on his butt, and jumped three feet high.

"Go back to sleep. Tomorrow I'll take your junior uncle to buy some clothes."

"Alright!" Zhang Chulan rubbed his bottom and ran off.

Zhang Tianyi sat back down on the futon, watching the morning star gradually brighten.

In this bustling world, some seek fame, while others seek fortune.

All he wanted was to live a slightly more comfortable life with those around him in this chaotic world.

Chapter 114 What's going on? The weather bureau is going to give me a ticket?

The next morning, in the Xishan villa area.

The early autumn sun was warm and gentle, and the breeze was mild.

With a soft screech of tires against the ground, a ride-hailing car pulled up in front of the Wang family's sprawling manor.

The car door opened, and a large pile of colorful shopping bags emerged.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Chulan struggled to get out of the car.

He looked like a middleman who had just bought goods from the Yiwu market, with something hanging around his neck, on his arm, and in his hand...

"Phew... I'm exhausted."

Zhang Chulan put the shopping bags on the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned to shout into the car:

"My two little darlings, we're home. Get out of the car."

A pair of feet wearing Mary Jane shoes gently touched the ground.

Chen Duo got out of the car.

After a morning of "makeover," she is now wearing a beige French-style bellflower dress, paired with a soft light beige cardigan.

Zhang Chulan also dragged her long, dark green hair to the hair salon to get it styled smoothly.

Chen Duo looks exactly like a pure and innocent college girl in her current outfit!

Immediately afterwards, Feng Baobao also jumped down while chewing gum.

Zhang Chulan really went all out today, picking out a minimalist black trench coat and wide-leg pants for Bao'er.

However, Bao'er's temperament is too unique; she looks like a cold and glamorous assassin no matter how you look at her.

"Zhang Chulan, that Häagen-Dazs ice cream is pretty good. I want to eat it again tomorrow."

Feng Baobao said earnestly.

"I'll buy you a whole bucket to eat tomorrow!"

Zhang Chulan sighed resignedly, just about to bend down and pick up the bag from the ground again.

"Hey? Chairman Zhao?"

Out of the corner of Zhang Chulan's eye, he suddenly noticed a low-key black Hongqi sedan parked next to the villa's imposing, ornate iron gate.

And standing next to the car was a round, familiar figure.

He was carrying two antique wooden boxes and constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

He paced back and forth there, looking just like a husband waiting outside the delivery room for his wife to give birth.

It was Zhao Fangxu, the chairman of Nadutong.

Hearing someone shout, Zhao Fangxu jumped, turned around and saw Zhang Chulan, as if he had seen a savior.

"Chu Lan! You're finally back!"

Zhao Fangxu rushed forward to meet him.

He glanced at Zhang Chulan's outfit, which was covered in shopping bags, and asked in a low voice, "Where's your master? Is he inside?"

"Yes, Master didn't go out today."

Zhang Chulan looked at him strangely: "Chairman Zhao, are you... traveling incognito?"

"Why didn't you go in and ring the doorbell when you came to see my advisor?"

"I...I'm just mentally preparing myself!"

Zhao Fangxu gave a wry smile and looked at the two wooden boxes he was carrying:

"That kid from the Wang family reported to me about Senior Zhang moving into this villa in Xishan."

"As a junior and also as a representative of the company, shouldn't I personally come to acknowledge our presence and pay my respects?"

At this point, Zhao Fangxu leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Chu Lan, how's your master's mood today? No...no morning grumpiness, right?"

Seeing the dignified leader of the superhuman world so cautious, Zhang Chulan felt a surge of secret pleasure.

He perfectly adopted a solemn expression on his face:

"Chairman Zhao, it's hard to say. You know my advisor's temper; he's like a barometer."

"But he seemed to be in a good mood when we left. Why don't you come in with us?"

"Okay, okay, with you here to smooth things over, I feel a little more at ease."

Zhao Fangxu breathed a sigh of relief and followed Zhang Chulan and his group into the manor by scanning their faces.

The group walked around the artificial hill and fountain in the front yard.

As soon as I approached the lawn in the back garden, I heard a series of extremely soothing and rhythmic commands.

"A big watermelon, cut in half..."

"You get half, and he gets half..."

Zhao Fangxu was stunned, and Zhang Chulan was also stunned.

Several people peered out and saw a brightly lit lawn.

Wang Weiguo, the CEO of China Overseas Group, whose net worth is in the hundreds of billions, is wearing a Tai Chi uniform and leading the exercises with a serious expression.

Behind him, Zhang Tianyi was wearing an extremely loose training uniform, slowly drawing semicircles in the air with his hands.

"Left Hand Grasp the Sparrow's Tail... Yes, yes, Uncle Zhang, your movement is perfect!"

"Sink your Qi to your Dantian and feel that natural Qi..."

Wang Weiguo performed the actions while showering the woman with praise.

"Yeah, it's pretty good. This thing is comfortable and good for your neck."

Zhang Tianyi closed his eyes and slowly pushed the "air watermelon" in his hand, exuding a sense of relaxation.

Zhao Fangxu rubbed his eyes as he watched this scene, feeling that his worldview had been slightly shaken once again.

Is this still the same troublemaker who used to hang him on a tree?

Has he changed?

The group of people were very perceptive and did not interrupt Zhang Tianyi's practice.