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

"Master! We're back!"

Zhang Chulan only spoke after the old man slowly pressed down with both hands, made a finishing gesture, and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Zhang Tianyi opened his eyes and turned his head.

His gaze went straight past Zhang Chulan and landed on Chen Duo and Feng Baobao.

"Oh, you're back."

Zhang Tianyi looked Chen Duo up and down, nodded in satisfaction, and smiled gently.

"Not bad, grandson, your judgment this time is finally passable."

"This outfit is so clean and refreshing, just like what a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl should look like."

Chen Duo blushed slightly at the compliment.

She looked down at her new dress, her fingers gently pinching the hem, and whispered, "Thank you, Master... and thank you, Chu Lan."

"Bao'er's outfit is alright, she has a bit of that female assassin vibe."

After Zhang Tianyi finished his comments, he slowly shifted his gaze to the round figure next to Zhang Chulan.

"Little Zhao, what are you standing there for? Like a stone lion?"

Zhang Tianyi walked to a nearby bench and sat down, then casually picked up a hot towel to wipe his hands.

"Uncle Zhang! Are you doing your morning exercise?"

Zhao Fangxu immediately put on a bright smile.

He then hurried forward, taking two steps at a time, and respectfully placed the wooden box in his hands on the stone table.

"I heard you moved to a new house, so I came here especially to see you as a younger generation member."

"These are two cakes of Wuyi Mountain mother tree Da Hong Pao tea, which I obtained through a friend, along with some aged ginseng. I'm just adding some tea for you, sir."

"The Mother Tree Da Hong Pao? You're really willing to spend a fortune, kid."

Zhang Tianyi didn't stand on ceremony and gestured for Zhang Chulan to accept the gifts.

He leaned back in his chair, picked up a glass of warm water, took a sip, and looked at Zhao Fangxu with a half-smile:

"Speak up, you wouldn't come here without a reason."

"You're such a busy person, why would you personally make this trip? You can't really be here to visit a centenarian like me, can you?"

Zhao Fangxu pulled up a small round stool and only sat on half of it.

He rubbed his thighs with both hands, and the smile on his face turned somewhat helpless and awkward.

"Uncle Zhang has sharp eyes; nothing can be hidden from you."

Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath, carefully choosing his words:

"Actually, it's nothing serious... it's just that, you know what happened to you in Guizhou the other day..."

Zhao Fangxu touched his forehead: "The meteorological bureau held meetings for three days in a row to explain that unusual thunderstorm. The Mediterranean experts have lost a lot of hair from all the stress."

"So... the main reason I came here this time is to plead with you on my behalf."

Zhao Fangxu clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture, his eyes extremely sincere:

"Beijing is a place with a lot of people and a lot of eyes, including many ordinary people."

"While you're in Beijing, could you... perhaps just slightly... perhaps slightly restrain your supernatural powers?"

"Our main focus is on green, low-carbon travel. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan, who was organizing shopping bags next to him, almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chairman Zhao was forced into this situation and even resorted to terms like "low-carbon travel," which was practically a direct plea to "ancestors, please reduce your electricity consumption."

After listening, Zhang Tianyi did not get angry as Zhao Fangxu had feared.

He glanced at Zhao Fangxu with amusement, put down his water glass, and made a crisp clinking sound.

"Little Zhao, the way you're talking makes it sound like I'm some kind of terrorist who causes trouble everywhere."

"What do you take me for? A gangster?!"

Zhang Tianyi tapped his fingers lightly on the stone table, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"What? Is the weather bureau going to give me a ticket?"

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!" Zhao Fangxu waved his hands repeatedly, his heart skipping a beat.

"Alright, I was just kidding."

Zhang Tianyi chuckled softly, leaned back, and shifted into an extremely comfortable position:

"Don't worry, I've lived to be this old, what storms haven't I weathered?"

"I'm way past the age of looking for trouble and being overly competitive."

He pointed to Wang Weiguo, who was still practicing his wild horse mane-parting technique, and then to Chen Duo:

"My main job now is to cultivate my character, teach my students, and enjoy my retirement life in this mundane world."

Zhang Tianyi looked at Zhao Fangxu through his glasses, his tone calm, yet exuding an undeniable confidence:

"As long as others don't make me uncomfortable or touch my people."

"I, Zhang Tianyi, am just an ordinary citizen who abides by the law and loves peace."

"But if there really are those blind rotten potatoes and stinky birds that insist on running right into my line of fire..."

Zhang Tianyi's lips curled slightly, revealing a smile that sent chills down Zhao Fangxu's spine:

"Xiao Zhao, you need to be a little more lenient with the criteria for judging excessive self-defense."

Chapter 115 I'm really angry right now!

After receiving Zhang Tianyi's assurance, Zhao Fangxu felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

This incognito visit was definitely worthwhile.

Although I broke out in a cold sweat, I finally felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

"With your words of comfort, Uncle Zhang, I feel at ease!"

Zhao Fangxu stood up, his smile becoming much more sincere, and repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting: "Then I won't disturb your peaceful cultivation any longer."

"If you get tired of living in Beijing and want to go somewhere else, just have Chu Lan notify the company anytime, and we'll cover everything!"

"Alright, go back to your headquarters and shine. Don't get in my way here and stop me from watching Old Wang practice Tai Chi."

Zhang Tianyi waved lazily and picked up the glass of warm water again.

"Alright! You can rest now!"

Zhao Fangxu turned around excitedly.

Zhang Chulan, with great insight, followed and escorted Zhao Fangxu all the way to the Hongqi sedan at the main gate.

"Chairman Zhao, please take care. Didn't I tell you my advisor was reasonable?"

Zhang Chulan helped open the car door, looking pleased with himself.

Before getting into the car, Zhao Fangxu stopped and gave Zhang Chulan a meaningful look.

He reached out and patted his shoulder, lowering his voice:

"Chu Lan, you're a clever kid. The company can't afford to, and wouldn't dare to, support your advisor, such a powerful figure."

"While he's in Beijing, you'll be the company's eyes and ears."

"Remember, go along with him, coax him, and whatever you do, don't let him get bored. If he gets bored... the capital will be in trouble, understand?"

"Got it! Absolutely! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Zhang Chulan stood at attention and saluted, watching Zhao Fangxu's car drive away from Xishan.

……

The next morning.

Zhang Tianyi is a true action-taker.

Now that we know the name of the kind older sister behind the Body Refining Furnace is Qu Tong, and that the headquarters of the Yaoxing Society is in Beijing.

Therefore, the "water meter check" process was naturally urgent.

Inside the spacious walk-in closet of the villa.

Zhang Tianyi changed into a black haute couture suit with an extremely fitted cut and exquisite fabric today.

He wore a Richard Mille watch on his wrist and a pair of gold-rimmed non-prescription glasses on his nose.

The moment this outfit is put on, the domineering, ascetic aura of a powerful CEO is overwhelming.

"Tsk, clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse."

Zhang Tianyi adjusted his cufflinks in front of the full-length mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

"With this disguise on, who would guess that I, Daoist Master, am a hundred-year-old monk?"

He turned around and looked at Zhang Chulan behind him, who was also wearing a black suit and sunglasses.

And Feng Baobao, dressed in a black business suit with her hair neatly styled.

Listen carefully.

Zhang Tianyi slowly and methodically deployed tactics:

"Today we're going to the Yaoxing Society, but no fighting, no raiding. We'll corrupt them first, lull them into a false sense of security, and not scare away the Double-Handed Master! Understand?"

"Understand!"

Zhang Chulan instantly got into character, pushed up his sunglasses, and struck the pose of an elite special assistant.

"Mr. Zhang, you mean we should first infiltrate the area, familiarize ourselves with the terrain, and then..."

Zhang Chulan made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Rude."