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

"Senior brother! Oh no, I can't take it anymore! Xiao Wu! Tang San! Hahaha!"

"These Taoist temples in Northeast China are so trendy! They've even done IP collaborations?!"

"Hey! Tang San! Do you know how to use Blue Silver Entanglement?!"

Zhang Chulan laughed so hard he rolled on the ground, no longer feeling the pain of the kick he had just received.

He clutched his stomach, pointing at the rabbit and yelling, "So you really are Xiao Wu! I'm so sorry, I blame myself for not recognizing your true form as a 100,000-year-old rogue rabbit!"

"Where's your pink dress? You didn't wear it out?"

"You son of a bitch!! How dare you mock this immortal?!"

The chubby rabbit named "Xiao Wu" hadn't read many novels, but he could tell from the wicked way the grandfather and grandson were laughing.

Even a fool could tell he hadn't finished holding in a fart.

It stomped its leg on the ground and clenched its fist tightly, as if it was about to rush up again to give Zhang Chulan a combo punch.

"Brother Wu! Brother Wu, please calm down!"

Guan Shihua was startled and quickly stepped forward, leaning on her cane, and grabbed the rabbit by the scruff of its neck.

This rabbit has a bad temper, but it is, after all, a guardian spirit of the household. If it were to really clash with the people of the Celestial Master's Mansion, things would get out of hand.

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! They're from the city, just joking with us!"

While calming the struggling rabbit, Grandma Guan yelled at the young man carrying the carrots, "Tang San! What are you standing there for! Quickly take the carrots inside to Brother Wu!"

"Oh, great-grandma!"

The young man named Tang San quickly stuffed the carrot into the side hall and pulled the still-grumbling rabbit into the house to soothe its fur.

The laughter in the courtyard took a long time to subside.

Zhang Chulan patted his bottom and got up from the ground.

"Alright, Guan girl, please excuse the commotion. Let's go inside and talk business."

The old celestial master straightened his Taoist robe and took the lead in walking back to the hall.

Everyone sat down again.

The leftover food on the table had been removed and replaced with hot tea.

Guan Shihua recounted the news from Changbai Mountain, as well as the details of how Bai Jiao was ambushed and seriously injured, to the Old Celestial Master and Zhang Tianyi.

That's the situation.

Grandma Guan took a puff of her pipe, her face full of worry:

"That Yamata no Evil is too poisonous. It was made by those Onmyoji using the evil energy of the nation's destiny, specifically to suppress the spiritual energy of our Changbai Mountain's earth veins."

"Our ancestors are now hiding deep in the mountains, and they won't even let us get close, saying they're afraid of infecting us with their foul air."

After listening, the old master frowned and tapped his fingers lightly on the table:

"A cursed omen for the nation's fate... Those little devils really did leave behind a plan to wipe out their lineage when they left."

He turned and glanced out the window.

By this time, it was completely dark outside, and snow was falling heavily.

"There is no time to lose."

The old celestial master stood up, his eyes resolute. "In the current state of the white dragon, every moment we delay increases its danger. Now that we're here, let's head into the mountains tonight and scout out its true strength."

"Yes! The old master is right!"

Liu Kunsheng also stood up abruptly, full of fighting spirit, "I'll lead the way for you two!"

"and many more."

Just as the crowd was filled with excitement and preparing to march overnight.

A lazy voice rang out.

Zhang Tianyi held a cup of hot tea in both hands, and was wearing a military overcoat that he had somehow gotten his hands on.

He glanced at the dark, snowy night outside the window and decisively shook his head:

"Don't go."

"what?"

The old master and Guan Shihua were both stunned.

"Second brother, saving a snake is as urgent as putting out a fire!" the old master said, frowning.

"Even putting out a fire depends on the weather, senior!"

Zhang Tianyi pointed out the window with a self-righteous air, his face full of disgust:

"Look at the sky outside! It's pitch black and snowing so heavily! Is the mountain road in Changbai Mountain even passable by humans?"

"It's over twenty degrees below zero! What if my delicate skin gets frostbite?"

"Real person, this..."

Guan Shihua panicked, "We can prepare the best mink fur and snowmobiles for you..."

"That's not OK."

Zhang Tianyi refused decisively.

Then, he cleared his throat, his expression becoming somewhat strange, even showing a hint of weakness.

He leaned closer to the old Celestial Master, lowered his voice, and said in a serious tone:

"Senior brother, there's actually a reason why I'm not going."

"What unspeakable secret?" The old master looked at him with suspicion.

Zhang Tianyi took a deep breath and spoke in a "whisper" volume that everyone could hear:

"I...am afraid of ghosts!"

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a look of utter disbelief, as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"

Afraid of ghosts?!

You, a living Yama who specializes in thunder magic, are telling us you're afraid of ghosts?!

If those ghosts knew you were coming, they'd all be hiding under the covers, trembling with fear!

"Second brother! Can't you come up with a more plausible excuse?!"

The old master was so angry that his beard flew up. "When you used lightning magic to strike those vengeful ghosts back then, why weren't you afraid at all?!"

"Those were those years, and now is now. I've slept for over seventy years; is it wrong for me to become less timid?"

Zhang Tianyi, seemingly unfazed, wrapped her military overcoat even tighter.

"It's so creepy in the deep mountains and forests at night. What if a bear or some ghost suddenly jumps out and scares me?"

Zhang Tianyi picked up his teacup and took a sip:

"I'm not going tonight anyway. Whoever wants to go can go, I'm going to sleep."

"We'll go into the mountains again tomorrow when it's light and the sun is out."

The old master was so angry at his shameless junior brother that his liver ached, but he couldn't do anything about it.

His thunder magic was the main force in this purification mission; it would have been absolutely impossible without Zhang Tianyi.

"That's enough!"

The old celestial master waved his hand helplessly and conceded: "Then tomorrow morning! We'll set off as soon as it's light tomorrow morning!"

Zhang Chulan was suppressing his laughter in the back, and mentally gave his second master a thumbs up:

God is truly God; he makes being lazy sound so elegant and refined!

……

at the same time.

Deep in the Changbai Mountains.

A fierce wind whipped up a blizzard, reducing visibility to less than five meters.

In such harsh weather that even wild beasts have to hide in their dens to hibernate.

A small team of ten people was traversing waist-deep snow steadily.

They were all dressed in special white winter clothing, almost blending into the snowy landscape.

At the very front of the group walked a tall, slender man with a cool and aloof demeanor.

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado.

A new generation genius of the Tsuchimikado family, a prestigious family of Onmyōdō in Japan.

He wasn't wearing goggles, letting the wind and snow lash his face, but his eyes were deep and calm.

A black talisman was held between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

A pale green flame burned on the talisman.

The tip of the flame pointed towards a certain direction deep within Changbai Mountain.

"Lord Ryosuke, the wind and snow are too heavy. The magnetic field of the compass is being disturbed by the dragon vein and is somewhat unstable."

Following behind Ryosuke was a tall woman whose lower half of her face was covered.

Chizuru, a female ninja and onmyoji.

Although she walked in the snow, she did not leave any footprints.

On her shoulder, a transparent fox, only as long as an arm, was coiled up.

The fox was twitching its nose nervously, as if it were afraid of something.

"It's alright."

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado's voice was soft, yet it pierced clearly through the wind and snow: