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

"Go! Go! Go! Girl!"

"Bite him! Don't let him get away!"

Zhang Tianyi, dressed in pajamas, sprawled out on a beanbag chair without any regard for her image.

He was holding a tablet computer, frantically rubbing his thumb across the screen while shouting loudly.

On the sofa next to him.

Chen Duo stared intently at the phone screen in her hand, her face tense, her fingers moving at an astonishing speed.

"Master, I've got it under control."

Although Chen Duo's voice was still not loud, it was clearly tinged with "killing intent".

"Well done! I'll reap the rewards!"

Zhang Tianyi controlled the character in the game, unleashing a powerful move that resulted in a double kill, the sound effect echoing throughout the sunroom.

"Hahaha! That feels so good!"

Zhang Tianyi tossed the tablet aside, picked up a glass of chilled watermelon juice, took a big gulp, and happily ruffled Chen Duo's hair.

"Girl, your jungling awareness is absolutely amazing! I've won eight games in a row today playing with you!"

Chen Duo's head was rubbed, and with a slight smile, she whispered, "It's because Master cooperated so well."

And on a rocking chair not far away.

The old Celestial Master was holding an ancient Taoist book, reading it with great interest.

Hearing the commotion between the master and disciple, the old celestial master shook his head helplessly:

"Second brother, you're always leading your apprentices astray by neglecting their duties. Aren't you afraid of corrupting this promising talent?"

“Senior brother, you don’t understand, do you? This is called tempering the heart in the mortal world, comprehending the way of strategy in the game.” Zhang Tianyi retorted confidently.

Just as the master and disciple were enjoying a harmonious time...

"Drip drip"

A retro Nokia phone ringtone rang out in the sunroom.

The old master put down the book in his hand and took out a flip phone from his wide sleeve.

He squinted, held the phone far away, and looked at the screen.

"Oh?"

The old master raised his white eyebrows in surprise.

"That little girl from the Guan family? Why would she call an old man like me who's practically half-buried?"

As he spoke, the old master pressed the answer button and turned on speakerphone.

Before the old master could even speak, Guan Shihua's very enthusiastic Northeastern accent came through the phone:

"Oh dear! Master Tianshi!"

"Are you eating and sleeping well in Beijing? Are you still in good health?"

The old celestial master was a little taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm. He stroked his beard and replied slowly and deliberately:

"Thanks, thanks, this old Taoist priest is still quite sturdy. Guan girl, you usually don't visit unless you have something to say, so why are you concerned about my well-being today?"

"Is there something you need from me?"

On the other end of the phone, Guan Shihua visibly choked for a moment, as if she was trying to mentally prepare herself.

Three full seconds passed before Guan Shihua's voice came through again.

This time, his tone was less polite and more revealing, with an undisguised urgency and humility:

“Old Celestial Master… I won’t beat around the bush with you anymore.”

"I'm calling this time... because I'm begging you to save my life!"

"Our ancestor of the Northeast martial arts lineage... is dying!"

"I know this is a tricky matter, and ordinary methods are useless. So I'm swallowing my pride and want to beg you... could you and Master Tian Shu come to Changbai Mountain to save our ancestor?"

"If you two are willing to grace us with your presence, you can choose anything from our Northeast Immortal Treasure Trove! We will not haggle over the price!"

Guan Shihua revealed all her cards at once, her voice filled with pleading.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The old celestial master's relaxed expression vanished, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Guan girl, I've heard of your family's ancestor. It's lived for over a thousand years, and it should be facing the tribulation of transforming into a dragon now, right?"

The old celestial master sighed, his tone becoming somewhat serious:

"This tribulation is a test sent down by heaven and earth. If outsiders forcibly interfere, they will be tainted by great karma and may even incur the backlash of the heavenly way."

"Although I may have a little reputation, this is a job that defies fate..."

"Hey, senior brother, wait a minute."

Zhang Tianyi, who was sprawled on the sofa, suddenly sat up straight and snatched the Nokia phone from the old master's hand.

Zhang Tianyi spoke into her phone with a lazy, nonchalant tone, even carrying a hint of disdain:

"Xiao Guan, am I saying you guys just grasping at straws because you're desperate?"

"If your ancestor is sick, go find a veterinarian. Why are you asking two old Taoist priests like us?"

Zhang Tianyi pursed her lips:

"Besides, what about all that treasure trove and wild ginseng you're talking about? Do you think Longhu Mountain is lacking in those things?"

"No, no, it's too far. I have to take my apprentice to the promotion match this afternoon."

After saying that, Zhang Tianyi made a move to hang up the phone.

Guan Shihua on the other end of the phone became extremely anxious.

She knew these two old guys were difficult to deal with, but she didn't expect Zhang Tianyi to not even want to listen to a single word!

Just then.

Suddenly, a younger voice came from the other end of the phone.

It was Deng Youfu.

He snatched Guan Shihua's phone and shouted into the microphone very quickly:

"Master! Immortal! Please wait a moment!"

"Our ancestor wasn't sick! He was severely injured after failing to transcend his tribulation!"

"Moreover...moreover, what caused it to fail in its tribulation was not a natural disaster!"

Deng Youfu took a deep breath and unleashed his trump card, which he had prepared long ago and was sure to strike Zhang Tianyi:

"It is the filth of Yamata no Orochi!"

"It's the backlash from the vicious formation that those Japanese Onmyoji secretly set up at the foot of Changbai Mountain decades ago!"

Chapter 152 A Fish That Escaped the Net? Heading to the Northeast!

Zhang Tianyi, who was about to hang up, abruptly stopped.

His face regained its composure.

"Who did you just say...?"

Zhang Tianyi put the phone back to her ear.

"A Japanese Onmyoji from decades ago?"

Deng Youfu, on the other end of the phone, keenly noticed the change in the man's tone.

Even though he was thousands of kilometers away, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He quickly swallowed and explained in a rapid-fire manner:

"Yes! It was them! During the War of Resistance against Japan, they secretly drove nine filthy stakes, soaked in death energy, into the foot of Changbai Mountain!"

"These beasts can't beat our ancestors, so they resort to such despicable means to damage the earth's veins in Changbai Mountain, trying to sever the roots of our Northeast Immortal Clan!"

"This formation is extremely well hidden, and it never shows its power under normal circumstances. But it just so happened to erupt yesterday when our ancestor was at his weakest during his tribulation!"

After Deng Youfu finished speaking, there was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

"Oh."

Zhang Tianyi suddenly let out a short laugh.

He touched his chin, his eyes revealing a mixture of realization and absurdity:

"I knew it!"

"Back in Shanghai and North China, I, Dao Ye, wiped out those damn Jonin and Onmyoji so cleanly."

"I was wondering, how come there's no one left after all this killing? Did they all run off to your Northeast region to become cowards?"

Zhang Zhiwei, the old Taoist master, who was sitting in a rocking chair, also put down the book in his hand.

He sighed, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

In those war-torn years, the nation suffered, and the world of supernatural beings was also rife with bloodshed.

They also went down the mountain to fight enemies quite often.

That blood debt is something that no one among the older generation of extraordinary individuals who survived from that era can forget.

"Alright, stop howling."

Zhang Tianyi spoke into the phone, his tone returning to its usual lazy manner, but the meaning behind his words sent the person on the other end of the line into a frenzy of joy:

"I'll take this job, Daoist."

"It's not for any other reason than that I have obsessive-compulsive disorder and I can't stand having any trash in the house that hasn't been swept clean."

"Since we let them slip through the net back then, now's the perfect time to clean them up."