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

“That…Second Master.”

"You were just talking outside about how you tore apart Japanese soldiers with your bare hands back in North China..."

"What exactly happened? Could you explain it to us in detail?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and even Xiao Zizai, who were drinking tea nearby, all perked up their ears.

Even the old Celestial Master smiled slightly, stroked his beard, and a hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes:

"Chu Lan, you've hit the nail on the head."

"The outrageous thing your second master did back then... cough, that earth-shattering thing almost gave Master a heart attack."

"Oh? There's such a hidden story?!" Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up even more.

"Go away, senior brother, stop slandering me. I was going deep behind enemy lines to uphold our national prestige!"

Zhang Tianyi rolled her eyes at the old master.

Then, he shifted to a more comfortable position and looked at the howling wind and snow outside the cave entrance.

A distant memory gradually surfaced in his eyes.

That year...

Zhang Tianyi's voice slowly echoed in the cave:

"If I remember correctly, it was the winter of 1939. The snow was even heavier than it is today."

……

[Timeline rewinds: Winter, 1939. Beiping!]

It was a very cold and oppressive winter.

Inside Beiping city, every household kept their doors tightly shut.

Apart from patrolling Japanese soldiers and arrogant traitors, there were hardly any pedestrians on the streets.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious mansion in the inner city that originally belonged to a Manchu remnant.

At this moment, however, the lights are on and the atmosphere is warm and inviting.

The courtyard was filled with Japanese military police armed with guns.

Inside the main hall of the mansion, the underfloor heating was burning brightly.

Several geisha dressed in kimonos sat in a corner, playing the shamisen with their heads bowed.

In the center of the hall, the table was laden with delicacies from various restaurants.

Sitting in the main seat was a middle-aged man wearing a black Onmyoji hunting robe and sporting a Jintan mustache.

Tsuchimikado Ichiro.

He was dispatched to North China to be a "Great Yin-Yang Master" who was responsible for suppressing the extraordinary people of China and stealing the dragon vein's fortune!

Sitting on either side of him were several high-ranking Japanese officers.

"Lord Tsuchimikado, this cup of wine is a toast to you today!"

A colonel raised his glass, a smug smile on his face:

"Thanks to the Hundred Ghosts Soul-Devouring Array you set up, all those so-called Chinese cultivators and Taoists in Beiping City are utterly helpless!"

"Just yesterday, another sect leader of some worthless sect had his life force completely drained by your shikigami!"

"Hahahaha! What kind of orthodox Chinese esoteric sect is this? Compared to the Yin-Yang arts of our Great Japanese Empire, it's a complete joke!"

Tsuchimikado Ichiro picked up his sake cup and took a reserved sip.

His eyes were filled with undisguised contempt as he spoke slowly and deliberately in Japanese:

"You flatter me, Colonel."

"The Chinese cultivation world has long since declined. Their so-called talismans and inner alchemy are nothing but empty tricks to mystify people."

"Compared to the Yin-Yang Way that has been passed down for thousands of years in our Great Japanese Empire, they are like uncivilized barbarians."

Tsuchimikado Ichiro put down his sake cup, his eyes gleaming with greedy ambition:

"At most another month."

"Once I completely pollute this dragon vein node beneath Beiping City with foul air, the supernatural world of North China will be utterly reduced to our Yin-Yang Bureau's backyard!"

"At that time, the fortune of this land will continuously benefit our country!"

"Yoshi! Cheers to the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere!"

Several officers excitedly raised their glasses.

The hall was filled with wild, shrill laughter.

however.

Just as these people were laughing the loudest...

"Click".

A discordant sound suddenly rang out from a corner of the hall.

The sound was very crisp.

It looks like someone is eating sunflower seeds.

Tsuchimikado Ichiro's laughter stopped abruptly.

Several Japanese officers were also stunned and turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

On the far left of the hall, next to a small square table piled with fruit platters and snacks.

Suddenly, a young man appeared sitting there.

He was wearing a faded blue Taoist robe, and his hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin.

He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and was extremely handsome, but his carefree and irresponsible demeanor was impossible to hide.

At this moment, the young Taoist priest was sitting with his legs crossed.

He was holding a plate of top-grade salted peanuts that originally belonged to Tsuchimikado Ichiro.

"Snap, ptooey."

He casually spat the shells onto the expensive carpet.

As he chewed, he frowned and complained with a hint of disgust:

"I'm telling you guys, you bunch of shorty."

"These peanuts aren't flavorful at all. They didn't even add any star anise or spices. Did you not have enough salt?"

"And there's more..."

Young Zhang Tianyi picked up a pot of sake from the table and smelled it.

Then, with a look of disgust, he threw the wine jug on the ground.

"What kind of lousy wine is this? It tastes like swill!"

"You've come all the way to China to beg for food, can't you even order a bottle of our local Erguotou?"

"That's so tasteless."

Chapter 163 Within the borders of China, the gods are forbidden!

in the hall.

The music stopped abruptly.

The geishas trembled with fear and huddled in the corner.

Tsuchimikado Ichiro's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the young Taoist priest who had suddenly appeared, and he stood up abruptly.

He is a top-ranking Onmyoji (yin-yang master) of the Japanese Onmyoryo (Yin-yang Bureau).

Outside the house, there was not only a squad of elite military police, but also his proud "Great Pentagram Barrier"!

How did this kid get in?!

"idiot!"

A hot-tempered Japanese colonel flew into a rage.

He abruptly drew the pistol from his waist, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Zhang Tianyi's head:

"Who are you?! How did you get in?! You're dead!"

Facing a gun barrel pointed directly at his forehead.

Nineteen-year-old Zhang Tianyi didn't even change her sitting posture.

He still had his legs crossed, and even picked at his ear with his little finger out of boredom.

"How did you get in?"

Zhang Tianyi glanced at the colonel, his eyes filled with the utter contempt of someone looking at an ant:

"They came in through the front door, of course. They couldn't possibly have climbed in through the chimney, could they?"

"As for those wooden stakes standing guard outside and those few tattered talismans..."

Zhang Tianyi shrugged casually:

"I thought they were blocking my way, so I just performed a ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife."

Tsuchimikado Ichiro's alarm bells rang loudly.

He sensed a suffocating aura of danger emanating from the boy and immediately gave a stern order.

"Shoot! Kill him!"

"boom!"

The colonel pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The piercing sound of gunfire echoed through the hall, the bullet heading straight for his forehead!