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

He tilted his head back slightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

A cold wind blew in, carrying with it the smell of burning.

But on his face, a wild, self-assured smile appeared.

"Squeak!"

Just then, the rickety wooden door to the hall was pushed open heavily from the outside.

A tall, imposing Taoist priest with a dignified and square face walked in.

He was the master of the old Celestial Master.

Zhang Jingqing, the 64th Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain!

Zhang Jingqing stared at the scene before her, a scene of utter devastation that resembled hell.

His eyes twitched violently, and his brows were furrowed.

"Traitorous disciple!!!"

Zhang Jingqing's loud shout, like a resounding bell, caused tiles to fall off in a flurry.

"I sent you down the mountain to gather intelligence on the enemy in Beiping! Is this how you gathered intelligence for me?!"

"Look at yourself now! You're radiating murderous intent! You look like a demon!"

"Are you cultivating Tao or demonic arts?!"

Zhang Jingqing trembled with rage, raising the rattan cane in her hand to strike:

"You are so cruel and inhumane, committing such bloody atrocities. Aren't you afraid of the backlash from Heaven, which will destroy your extraordinary cultivation?!"

Faced with his master's thunderous rage.

Zhang Tianyi did not dodge with the same carefree attitude he usually showed on the mountain.

Instead, he stood still, raised his blood-stained hand, and casually wiped his cheek.

He straightened his back, his defiant eyes staring unflinchingly at the enraged Zhang Jingqing.

"Master."

Zhang Tianyi's voice was surprisingly calm, yet it conveyed an unyielding pride and righteous spirit:

"If I were to face these beasts burning, killing, looting, and harming my fellow countrymen on our land, could I still hide in the mountains chanting scriptures and meditating, cultivating that so-called purity and non-action..."

"Then what use is my extraordinary cultivation?!"

Zhang Tianyi spread his arms wide, pointing to the remains of the Onmyoji and Japanese soldiers on the ground, and said, word by word:

“I don’t call this committing murder.”

"What I call this is..."

"Act on behalf of Heaven!!!"

……

Deep in the Changbai Mountains, in a sheltered cave.

The heater was blowing hot air, and the self-heating hot pot on the table was still bubbling away.

But at this moment, the people sitting around the table seemed to be frozen in place.

They all stared in disbelief at Zhang Tianyi, who was leaning back in his recliner.

The entire cave.

You could hear a pin drop.

"Gudong."

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He glanced at Zhang Tianyi's languid profile.

Then I recalled the story from earlier, about that boy who stood tall in the void, looked down on all the demons, was covered in blood, and tore apart Japanese soldiers with his bare hands.

"Master...Master..."

Zhang Chulan's voice even changed slightly, filled with shock:

"Nineteen years old...you were only nineteen years old that year!!!"

Zhang Chulan suddenly clutched his head, feeling as if he had wasted the last twenty years of his life:

"When I was nineteen, I was still acting like a pushover at school!"

"You, sir, have already charged into the enemy camp and torn apart Japanese soldiers with your bare hands?!"

Zhang Chulan gasped sharply, gesturing with his hands in mid-air:

"Gods are forbidden from entering this land of China... Holy crap, sir, your arrogance when you were young was absolutely incredible!"

Wang Ye, sitting next to Zhang Chulan, had his hands trembling slightly.

This Wudang disciple always had "following the natural order" and "being content with one's lot" on his lips.

I was incredibly surprised.

"Insane...too insane..."

"This arrogant and domineering attitude, this extreme violence..."

Wang Ye swallowed hard, feeling cold sweat trickling down his back: "Second Master, it was truly a blessing from heaven that you didn't fall into demonic possession back then."

Xiao Zizai, who had been silent until now, suddenly had a bright look in his eyes and was breathing rapidly!

He stood up directly from the folding chair and bowed deeply to Zhang Tianyi.

His hands were clasped together, and his tone was filled with fervor:

"Amitabha!!!"

"The Bodhisattva lowers his brows, showing compassion to all beings in the six realms. The Vajra glares fiercely, subduing the four demons!"

"The actions of the real person back then were to purify the filth of the world with the most primal pain..."

"This! This is true art!"

Xiao Zizai's voice trembled with excitement as he stared at Zhang Tianyi:

"I wish I had been born seventy years earlier! If I could witness the heroic figure of a real person tearing apart the Japanese monsters, I would die on the spot without regret!"

Hearing these young people, hailed as "top geniuses," utter such astonished exclamations.

The old Taoist priest, sitting next to the heater, not only didn't refute, but stroked his white beard and snorted coldly.

"You bunch of brats, do you really think he got the title 'Tian Shu' for nothing?"

The old Celestial Master's gaze deepened, as if he were seeing his unruly junior brother from years ago again:

"Tian Shu, the first star of the Big Dipper, governs war and destruction!"

"Back in those chaotic times, when my junior brother went down the mountain, he was truly unrestrained. Rules and principles meant nothing to him."

"Back then, he displayed an overwhelming bloodlust. If it weren't for Master's fear that he was too bloodthirsty and would accumulate too much karma, he would have been forcibly summoned back to the mountain and confined to his residence..."

The old celestial master glanced at Zhang Tianyi:

"Given this kid's temper, he probably would have dared to single-handedly storm the Japanese stronghold back then!"

They were being watched with such awe and reverence by everyone.

Zhang Tianyi yawned lazily, picked up the still-warm black tea next to him, and slowly took a sip.

"Look at you all making such a fuss."

Zhang Tianyi put down her teacup and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

It was as if the boy who had seemed like an ancient, ferocious god wasn't himself at all:

"Back then, I was young and hot-tempered, and I couldn't stand those filthy things."

"Do you think it's easy to tear someone apart with your bare hands? That great Onmyoji's bones are incredibly hard; you need to use lightning magic to soften them before you can tear them apart. It's so difficult!"

"And you also have to be careful not to splatter blood on your Taoist robe. Blood splatters everywhere, and it's a real hassle to wash it off."

Zhang Tianyi complained with a look of disgust, as if recalling some awful chores:

"It was after that incident that my master complained that I had made a mess of the place and disgraced the sect. When we got back, he hung me on a tree and snapped three old vines in half."

"I learned my lesson after that."

At this point, Zhang Tianyi revealed a "kind" smile.

He casually flipped his hand and slowly pulled out two watermelon knives from his pouch, tossing them between his fingers:

"If I encounter that kind of trash from the East again..."

"I'll just grab a watermelon knife and chop the hell out of him!!"

Chapter 165 This maze is eerie! Should we make a tactical retreat?

Inside the cave.

Looking at the two gleaming watermelon knives in Zhang Tianyi's hand.

Everyone fell silent.

Zhang Chulan pointed at the two knives, his voice a little strange:

"Master...Master, how come you actually keep this thing in your food pouch?!"

"You're a master from the Celestial Master's Mansion! Using a watermelon knife to attack people... Doesn't that seem a bit odd?!"

"You don't know anything!"

Zhang Tianyi skillfully twirled the watermelon knife in his hand:

"This is what it means to stay true to our original aspiration and keep our mission firmly in mind!"

"To deal with those trash who have no martial ethics and only know how to use dirty tricks, using lightning magic to strike them would be a waste of my true qi!"

"The sensation of a white knife going in and a red knife coming out is simply indescribable! It makes you feel like you're floating on air!"