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

Chapter 128 Yin Lightning can be used like this? Lingyu, you're a hidden talent!

On the other end of the video call, when Zhang Zhiwei, the old master, heard Zhang Lingyu's voice, he put down the bird feeder.

He slightly turned the camera to focus on Zhang Lingyu, who had just stepped into the courtyard.

The usually composed and ethereal junior uncle from Longhu Mountain, who could remain unfazed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, now had an unnatural blush on his fair and handsome face.

His eyes darted around, and his hands were awkwardly tucked into his sleeves.

"Lingyu, why are you acting so coy and hesitant?"

The old celestial master stroked his beard and asked slowly, "That girl Xia He has been staying in the guest room on the back mountain. Hasn't she been quite well-behaved? What happened?"

On the other end of the video call, Zhang Tianyi had already sat up straight.

He picked up the freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea, brought it to his lips, and blew on it to cool it down.

"Yes, nephew, stop beating around the bush."

"What's wrong with your little sweetheart? Is he not used to living here, or is the food not to his liking?"

Upon hearing her second uncle's teasing voice, Zhang Lingyu froze, and a blush instantly spread from her face to her ears.

"No...it's not that I'm not used to living here..."

Zhang Lingyu took a deep breath, seemingly doing a great deal of mental preparation.

He gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and spoke in a voice that grew softer and softer, almost like a mosquito's hum:

"It's Xia He... she's been acting strangely these past couple of days."

"She always... always feels nauseous, and gags all the time..."

"And she has no appetite; she'll just glance at the food sent from the kitchen and then take it away. Not only that, her temper has become very strange, sometimes good, sometimes bad, unpredictable..."

With each word Zhang Lingyu uttered, her head drooped a little lower, until finally her chin was almost touching her chest.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the video...

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!"

Zhang Tianyi almost lost his composure as he drank the tea.

Although he tried his best to maintain the dignity of a superior person and did not spray a torrent of saliva, he still choked and turned his head to the side, coughing violently twice.

Zhang Chulan, who was standing nearby, quickly handed over a tissue, but he himself was also trembling from holding back laughter, his shoulders shaking.

"Holy crap..."

Zhang Tianyi took the tissue, wiped his mouth, and placed the teacup on the stone table.

He looked Zhang Lingyu up and down through the screen with the same gaze one would give a "peerless hunk".

"Hahahaha! Lingyu, Lingyu!"

"You little rascal... You always seem like a clueless blockhead, but it turns out you're a wolf in sheep's clothing, a silent dog that bites without barking!"

Zhang Tianyi leaned back in his chair, his tone full of teasing and satisfaction:

"So you got the important business done without making a sound?"

Nausea and dry heaving? Loss of appetite? Strange mood swings?

"Oh my gosh, senior brother! Congratulations!"

"Looks like you'll be holding your grand-disciple's little one soon!"

On the other end of the video call.

The old master, who had been calm, couldn't hold back any longer after hearing his disciple's description.

This peerless expert in the world of supernatural beings stared wide-eyed at Zhang Lingyu, speechless for a long time:

"Ling...Lingyu! You...you just..."

"No!! Master! Second Uncle! You two have misunderstood!!"

Seeing that the two elders' imaginations were about to reach the heavens, and they were even about to come up with the future child's Daoist name, Zhang Lingyu was so anxious that she almost cried.

He suddenly raised his head, frantically waving his hands, jumping up and down in a panic:

"No! Absolutely not! My relationship with her is completely innocent; it was all within the bounds of propriety, and we never crossed any lines!"

"She's not pregnant! She's faking it!"

"Pretending?"

Zhang Tianyi stopped laughing, raised an eyebrow, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes: "Why would this girl pretend to be pregnant? Does she want to use her child to gain status and force your master to give her a title?"

"No... not..."

Zhang Lingyu took two deep breaths, his face filled with even more shame and indignation. He gritted his teeth and explained with difficulty:

“I asked the senior brother of the Medicine Pulse School in the front mountain to take her pulse. Her pulse was steady, her blood and qi were abundant, and she was stronger than an ox.”

"She...she did it on purpose."

Zhang Lingyu rubbed his throbbing temples, his voice filled with helplessness at being tormented by that female demon:

"She would feign illness in the guest room every day, claiming that her meridians were blocked, causing dizziness and blurred vision. And then..."

"Then she kept pestering me, insisting that I use Yin Five Thunder... to circulate it throughout her body, saying that only the viscous, cold aura of Yin Thunder could help her... to 'regulate and cool down' her..."

By the end, even Zhang Lingyu herself couldn't stand it anymore and wished she could disappear into the ground.

After a brief silence on the other end of the video call...

Zhang Tianyi and Zhang Chulan, grandfather and grandson, exchanged a perfectly synchronized glance.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Zhang Tianyi gently stroked his chin, revealing a meaningful smile, and said in a low, hushed tone:

"Yin Five Thunder Therapy?"

"The water-dirty thunder is thick and turbid, strange and unpredictable, like maggots clinging to bones, cool and...smooth."

"Using this thing to massage someone's whole body?"

Zhang Tianyi gave Zhang Lingyu a thumbs-up, his tone full of elder's praise:

"Lingyu, your little sweetheart knows how to have fun. He's also a wonderful person who understands life and knows how to enjoy it."

"It seems you've had a tough time working as a physical therapist these past few days in the back mountains, haven't you?"

Zhang Lingyu was filled with shame and indignation: "Second Uncle! Please...please stop mocking me!"

The old master was coughing repeatedly, his face slightly flushed. He quickly steered the conversation back on track: "Alright, alright, since she's faking illness, let her make a scene."

"You've come all this way to see your teacher, you can't just be here to complain about these sentimental matters, can you?"

Zhang Lingyu felt as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly straightened his back, and his expression finally returned to seriousness:

"Master, I dare not let personal matters interfere with public duty."

"Xia He made a scene today because she had something to say. She heard from somewhere that the Wang and Lü families were going to hold a public trial for Ma Xianhong."

Zhang Lingyu paused, his expression turning serious:

“She asked me to report to my master. She said she had a shocking secret about Ma Xianhong and the people behind Biyou Village.”

"She said that this secret will definitely exceed all of our expectations."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianyi slowly opened his eyes, which had been half-closed.

I immediately became interested.

The Wang and Lü families sent out invitations extremely quickly. Although Xia He was imprisoned in Longhu Mountain, the Four Madmen of Quanxing naturally had their own intelligence channels, so it was not surprising that they knew about this.

Zhang Tianyi leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers lightly on the coffee table.

"A shocking secret?"

He chuckled softly, his tone still deliberate and measured:

"This enchantress of Quanxing is the kind of person who won't act until she sees a clear benefit."

"What condition is she trying to get in return for revealing this secret? Her own freedom?"

Zhang Lingyu shook his head: "I asked her, and she didn't mention any conditions."

"She only said that this matter was too complicated and she dared not tell anyone else. She had to report it to the Old Master in person... or tell you, Second Uncle, in person."

The old master looked at Zhang Tianyi on the screen: "Second brother, what do you think?"

"What the Quanxing demon said is three parts truth and seven parts falsehood. But Xia He is, after all, one of the Four Madmen, and probably knows far more inside information than us righteous people."

"Who cares how much of it is true or false?"

Zhang Tianyi picked up the half-warm Da Hong Pao tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the sunroom, and looked at the lush scenery of the Western Hills outside.

Sunlight shone on his moon-white Taoist robe, making his silhouette appear long and slender.

"Since she wants to talk, then I'll listen."

Zhang Tianyi turned around, a calm and composed smile playing on her lips:

"Lingyu, go and take her with you. Book the earliest flight. Bring her to Beijing to see me."

"Beijing is getting more and more lively."

Chapter 129 Lingyu Zhenren's Torturous Journey, The Mysterious Airport Pickup

Inside the first-class cabin of a flight from Jiangxi to Beijing.

Zhang Lingyu sat upright in the large leather chair.

Today he changed into a very simple white stand-up collar shirt, paired with black casual trousers.

His striking long silver hair was simply tied back with a black hair tie.