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

"Our ancestor is still seriously injured. If they find him..."

Guan Shihua stamped her feet anxiously, then turned to the Old Celestial Master and Zhang Tianyi: "Old Celestial Master! True Man! The situation has changed, we must hurry! If we are late, the Ancestor's life may be in danger!"

"Ah."

The old master's relaxed expression vanished, his eyes turning cold and sharp: "Since they are rats who slipped through the net back then, let's clean them up as well."

"Little Wang, Little Zhuge, stop dawdling! Run!"

Zhang Tianyi also put away her joking thoughts.

However, he still did not get out of the sedan chair, but urged the two unparalleled sedan chair bearers to speed up.

The team's marching speed immediately increased several times.

Led by Liu Kunsheng, the group transformed into streaks of light as they traversed the dense forest amidst the swirling snow and wind.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Zhang Tianyi felt the increasingly dense spiritual energy around him and the faint sense of oppression.

He pushed up his sunglasses.

"Japanese Onmyoji? Those few good-for-nothings who only know how to fold paper can turn Changbai Mountain upside down?"

Zhang Tianyi felt something was amiss.

Changbai Mountain is the ancestor of the Chinese dragon veins. Its terrain and aura are not something that a few outside charlatans can easily shake.

Unless... there is some bigger secret hidden in these mountains.

"Let me, this Daoist, take a look and see what the scene ahead is like."

Zhang Tianyi leaned back on the cushion without making a sound.

He closed his eyes, a faint purple light flashing between his brows.

"Mind Network—Open!"

An invisible spiritual fluctuation instantly spread wildly towards the deepest part of Changbai Mountain!

Ten li, twenty li, thirty li...

Wherever his mental network passed, the howling of the wind and snow, the lurking of wild beasts, and even the breathing of the Onmyoji trekking through the snow dozens of kilometers ahead were all clearly imprinted in his mind.

"Found them, a few small insects."

Zhang Tianyi gave a cold laugh.

But he did not stop; instead, he continued to explore the core of the dragon vein deeper inside.

He wanted to target the heavily injured white dragon directly!

however.

Just as his mental network was about to penetrate deep into the core of that oldest and most mysterious ley line.

"Boom!!!"

A sudden roar echoed in Zhang Tianyi's mind!

Followed by.

His mental defenses were forcefully...bounced back!

"Um?!"

On the sedan chair.

Zhang Tianyi suddenly opened his eyes.

"interesting……"

......

Deep in the Changbai Mountains.

Under the leadership of that old weasel that was forcibly enslaved.

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado and his group were trekking leisurely across the snowfield.

"Ah!"

A woman walking in the middle of the group sneezed without any regard for her image.

She was wearing a purple kimono with a cloak draped over it.

"Ryosuke, how much longer do we have to walk?"

The woman rubbed her nose, which was red from the cold, her tone full of coquettishness and complaint:

"This damn weather has frozen the SK-II Facial Treatment Essence I just applied into ice crystals. If I keep walking like this, my face is going to get wrinkles."

This woman is a core figure in the Abe family, one of the three major families of Onmyōdō in Japan.

Sayuri Abe.

She said that, however she did.

But the surrounding snowflakes couldn't even get close to the hem of her clothes.

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado, who was walking at the front, didn't turn around, but simply exhaled a faint breath of white air:

"Little Lily, put away your delicate airs. The dragon veins of Changbai Mountain have begun to become disordered, and that white dragon won't last much longer."

"We must obtain its Dragon Ball and its Achilles' heel before the Chinese government can react."

"Tch, what a boring man."

Abe Sayuri rolled her eyes, took a puff of her pipe, and exhaled a purple smoke ring.

The smoke rings didn't dissipate in the wind and snow; instead, they transformed into several translucent butterflies that slowly flew back into her sleeve.

"Hey, can you turn off that lousy music? It's giving me a headache."

Sayuri turned to look at the man walking on the other side.

He was a young man dressed in cyberpunk style.

He was wearing a pair of huge noise-canceling headphones and a large string of black Buddhist beads around his neck.

Kamo no Nobuya.

The sharpest knife of this generation of the Kamo family.

"I can't hear you! Speak louder, ma'am!"

He Maoxin also deliberately shouted at the top of his lungs and nodded frantically along with the music in his headphones.

It wasn't until Xiaobaihe's eyes turned cold and she picked up a yellow talisman with her fingertips that he chuckled and took off his headphones, hanging them around his neck.

"Don't be angry. There's no signal in this godforsaken place. I'm getting rusty if I don't listen to some music."

He Maoxin also stretched, his joints cracking like popping beans, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes:

"Boss Ryosuke, when are we going to encounter some decent resistance? Those little foxes and weasels just now weren't even enough to fill my teeth."

Want to stretch your muscles?

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado suddenly stopped.

The old weasel that had been leading the way was now lying on the snow, refusing to take another step forward.

"It seems you won't have to wait too long."

Ryosuke's gaze pierced through the wind and snow, looking at the white, snow-covered hills ahead.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A series of crisp claps came from the other side of the snowstorm.

"As expected of the young master of the Tsuchimikado family, his perception is truly admirable."

Accompanied by a fluent English.

A few figures slowly emerged from the wind and snow.

Leading the way was a man wearing a suit and trench coat.

He looked to be in his early thirties, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a high nose.

The most outrageous thing is that he was holding an umbrella in the middle of a blizzard in the deep mountains.

On the umbrella surface, a layer of runes subtly flowed, perfectly blocking out all the wind and snow.

"Let me introduce myself."

The blond man gave a graceful, slight bow, placing his left hand on his chest, performing a noble gesture.

"Great Britain, the Emerald Slate Brotherhood, Arthur Pendleton."

"Greetings to my friends, fellow Onmyoji from the East."

Behind Arthur stood a giant man.

This giant was over two meters tall, shirtless, and looked just like a human-shaped bear.

"Westerners?"

He Maoxin also whistled, put his headphones back on halfway, and his eyes became playful:

"Interesting. Coming all the way to China's territory to steal business, you've really stretched your reach quite far."

"Stealing business? No, no, no, my friend, you've used the wrong words."

Arthur casually draped the umbrella over his shoulder, a fake smile on his face that was utterly unpleasant.

"Our Brotherhood has always been dedicated to the study of mysterious creatures around the world."

"That white dragon that is about to transform into a dragon is a priceless treasure for alchemy and biology."

"We're just here to do academic research."

Arthur looked at Tsuchimikado Ryosuke and smiled, "On the contrary, you guys... as far as I know, you set up a vicious array here decades ago, and now you're taking advantage of the chaos. Isn't your behavior a bit unseemly?"

"Academic research?"

Abe Sayuri burst out laughing, her laughter so loud it shook her whole body, even her snow-white breasts swayed with it.

She pointed at Arthur with her pipe: