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

Two figures dressed in white snow camouflage suits were lying in a snowdrift.

One of them was holding a strangely shaped monocular telescope, the lens of which was flashing with Yin-Yang and Five Elements runes.

"Did you see it clearly?"

The person next to him asked in a low voice in somewhat broken Chinese.

"I saw it clearly."

The person holding the binoculars lowered their hand; although their face was covered, their exposed eyes gleamed with fanaticism and greed.

"The foul energy of the great formation has been successfully detonated."

"That white dragon has suffered irreversible damage! Its current aura is less than thirty percent of its usual strength!"

The man quickly pulled out a communication artifact resembling a paper crane from his pocket and swiftly drew a bellflower seal on it with his finger.

Speaking to the paper crane, he lowered his voice, his tone revealing barely suppressed excitement:

"Reporting to the patriarch!"

"The white dragon is severely injured! The heavenly tribulation is imminent, and it is powerless to reverse the situation!"

"Our decades of planning are finally coming to fruition! Our opportunity... has arrived!"

The paper crane flashed with a faint light, then instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the wind and snow.

……

That night.

In a secluded family compound in Northeast China.

The lobby was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like it could drip water.

Guan Shihua sat in the main seat, her face ashen.

Liu Kunsheng stood to the side, exuding a violent aura that kept strangers at bay.

On both sides of the hall, the heads and core members of the various families of the Northeast Shamanic cult were seated.

After Guan Shihua announced the news that "Ancestor Liu Tianxian is seriously injured and in critical condition".

The entire lobby erupted in chaos.

"What?! Our ancestor is dying?!"

"How is this possible! That being was just one step away from transforming into a dragon!"

"Was this the work of those little Japanese Onmyoji from back then?! Those bastards, I'm going to wipe out all their strongholds in the country!"

The crowd was shocked, grieved, and indignant. They pounded on the table and argued incessantly.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Guan Shihua slammed her cane down suddenly, making the floor tiles go numb, and the lobby fell silent instantly.

"Is this the time to argue?!"

With red-rimmed eyes, Guan Shihua scanned the room: "The most urgent task is to find a way to save our ancestor! Anyone have an idea? Speak up now!"

One of the heads of the Ma family stood up and tentatively said, "Grandma Guan, how about... we offer a large sum of money to go to Miao territory and ask for some holy medicine to remove the poison?"

"It's no use."

Liu Kunsheng coldly interrupted him, "That's not ordinary poison, it's the filth of Orochi, a curse on the level of national destiny! Ordinary medicines can't even get close to the ancestor's body."

Someone else suggested, "Well... why don't we swallow our pride and go to the company? Chairman Zhao controls resources nationwide; maybe he has some high-tech or lost techniques..."

"Looking for a company?"

Guan Shihua sneered, directly interrupting the suggestion:

"The company represents the secular order. They'd love for as few uncontrollable powerful demon clans as possible, so why would they use national resources to help their ancestor overcome his tribulation? They'd be doing a good deed by not kicking him when he's down!"

This won't work, that won't work.

The people in the lobby looked at each other, sinking into deep despair.

Are we just supposed to watch our ancestors die?

In this suffocating silence.

A young man sitting at the end of the table pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and slowly stood up.

He was dressed in a sharp suit and looked refined and cultured, like a business elite.

It was Deng Youfu, a disciple of Liu Kunsheng.

"Great-grandmother, Uncle Kunsheng."

Deng Youfu's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet lobby:

"Since worldly remedies are ineffective, corporate politicians cannot be trusted."

"Then why don't we step out of this circle and find people who can truly break the rules?"

Guan Shihua frowned: "Youfu, what do you mean by that? Who are you looking for?"

Deng Youfu met the questioning gazes of all the elders.

He took a deep breath, his tone calm, but he made a suggestion that sent chills down everyone's spine:

"As far as I know, only thunder magic can use extreme yang energy to sweep away all evil and filth in the world."

"And now in this world, there are those who can use lightning magic to the point of ignoring the laws of heaven..."

Deng Youfu adjusted his glasses and said, enunciating each word clearly:

"Why don't we go and invite Longhu Mountain?"

"To be precise..."

"Go and invite the Old Celestial Master, and that man who just caused such a ruckus in Beijing... Master Tian Shu!"

Chapter 151 The Dragon and Tiger Duo! Great-Grandma, let's go bankrupt and hire them!

In the secluded family compound in Northeast China.

As soon as Deng Youfu finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

All the patriarchs and shamans of the Northeast shamanic lineage stared at each other, bewildered.

"Please...please ask those two old guys from Longhu Mountain?!"

An elder of the Ma family swallowed hard, his voice trembling noticeably:

"Lucky you! Have you gone crazy from working so hard in the city?"

"What kind of status does the Old Celestial Master have? He's the pinnacle of the supernatural world! He's like a pillar that stabilizes the sea; it's incredibly difficult to even get him to come down the mountain for a cup of tea!"

"Not to mention his junior brother! Don't you know what kind of reputation that guy has in the world of supernatural beings? He's an unreasonable living devil!"

The man glanced at Guan Shihua, who was sitting in the main seat, and said with a bitter face:

"Grandma Guan, if we go and beg these two ancestors to help us... do you think they'll even listen to us? Even if they do, wouldn't we have to scrape off a layer of land in Changbai Mountain as an appearance fee?"

Although it sounds harsh, it's the absolute truth.

The dragon and the tiger from Longhu Mountain have now gathered in Beijing.

If these two teamed up, let alone saving a snake, everyone here would believe it if you said they could make a hole in the sky.

But the question is, why should they help you?

Guan Shihua sat in a high position, puffing on his pipe, his brows furrowed.

Of course she knew those two old guys were not to be trifled with.

Especially Zhang Tianyi, she personally witnessed how he extorted money from her at the Ten Elders meeting that day.

"Grandma."

Deng Youfu did not back down and continued:

"I know that getting these two to help will come at a high price, possibly even an astronomical one."

"However, given our ancestors' current situation, a single approach is no longer effective."

"These two are both highly skilled in cultivation. Only if they, as fellow disciples, join forces will our ancestor have a sliver of hope!"

Deng Youfu surveyed the room and pointed out the harshest reality with incisive insight:

"No matter how rich Changbai Mountain is, can it be more important than the lives of our ancestors?"

"If our ancestor were alive, our lineage of shamans in Northeast China would be as stable as Mount Tai. But if our ancestor were gone, those hungry wolves secretly watching us would immediately pounce on us and devour us clean!"

"You're right!"

Liu Kun, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised his head, his vertical pupils flashing with a resolute and fierce light.

He strode to the center of the hall, his voice hoarse:

"Guan family girl! Don't hesitate!"

"As long as it can save our ancestor, let alone extorting money from them, even if those two old brothers want my inner core and make me their slave, I, Liu Kunsheng, will not even flinch!"

Seeing Liu Kunsheng's desperate stance, Guan Shihua took a deep breath.

He slammed the pipe he was holding heavily on the corner of the table.

"Alright! Stop arguing!"

Guan Shihua stood up, her wrinkled old face revealing the decisiveness and shrewishness of a typical Northeastern woman:

"Youfu is right! Money is just an external thing; you can't take it with you when you die!"

"Go! Bring out all the most treasured items from our family's vaults!"

"Even if I have to go bankrupt, I'll still invite those two old buddies from Longhu Mountain to Changbai Mountain!"

……

at the same time.

Beijing, Xishan Manor.