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

Hearing such a bizarre description, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Zhang Tianyi tucked the knife into his belt, casually pulled the mink coat over his shoulders, and waved his hand dismissively:

"Alright! The story is over, and you've eaten your fill!"

"Has your body warmed up now?"

"Men! Grab your weapons! Let's head into the mountains and meet up with those old friends!"

"Awoooooo!!!"

The team was initially hesitant because of the heavy snow outside.

Stimulated by Zhang Tianyi's bandit-like aura, they instantly felt as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Especially Xiao Zizai.

He silently touched the scalpel case in his pocket, muttering to himself:

"Amitabha, a watermelon knife for cutting into pieces, a scalpel for removing bones... what a wonderful combination."

"Lift the sedan chair!!!"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, these two laborers, have now shaken off their previous slump.

I don't know if I was scared by Zhang Tianyi's words "torn to shreds" or ignited by her passionate enthusiasm.

The two men lifted the sedan chair and moved with incredible speed.

The old master looked at the group of energetic juniors and shook his head with a smile.

Then, together with Guan Shihua and Liu Kunsheng, they strode into the wind and snow.

The group's advance speed was more than twice as fast as before!

……

The scene changes.

Deep within Changbai Mountain lies an ancient, primeval forest.

The trees here are extremely tall, their canopies like giant umbrellas, completely blocking out the sky.

Even during the day, the woods are as dark as dusk.

The wind and snow seemed to be weakened by some invisible force here.

The surroundings were filled with white miasma.

"Shh...shh..."

A series of disordered footsteps echoed through the woods.

The old yellow weasel with the black talisman stuck to it was crawling on all fours, circling around like a headless fly.

Its nose twitched incessantly, and it made anxious "squeaking" sounds.

"stop."

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing.

He glanced at the towering trees around him, all of which looked almost identical, and his face darkened.

"Mr. Pendleton."

Ryosuke turned his head and looked at the British man behind him who was still holding the umbrella:

"If I remember correctly, this old pine tree has burls with human faces growing on its trunk..."

This is the fourth time we've passed by.

Arthur Pendleton took out an exquisite gold pocket watch, glanced at it, and his smile faded slightly.

"To be precise, Mr. Tsuchimikado, it's the fifth time."

“We’ve been wandering around in this forest for two whole hours. And the weasel that was leading the way seems to have completely lost its way.”

"Baka Yalu!"

He Maoxin, standing nearby, also kicked a tree, shaking off a large patch of snow.

"What kind of hell is this place?! This damn forest is like a maze, I can't find my way out?!"

"It's a top-notch natural maze."

Abe Sayuri took a puff of her pipe, and the purple smoke she exhaled was swallowed up by the white miasma as soon as it drifted half a meter into the air.

Her beautiful eyes held a hint of apprehension.

"Changbai Mountain is the ancestral dragon vein of China. This forest should have been nourished by the earth's energy from the dragon vein. In addition, with the management of the Northeast Immortals over the past few hundred years, it has long formed a living Qimen formation."

"The directions are constantly changing, the five elements are reversed, and yin and yang are disordered. We... are trapped."

Upon hearing the words "trapped".

The fat guy Taro and the skinny guy Kenji, who had been hiding at the back of the line, were so scared that they hugged each other.

These two were already cold and hungry, and after fighting with that group of Western superhumans, they were completely exhausted.

Now, the thought of being trapped in a maze deep in the mountains is making my mental defenses crumble.

"Waaaaah... Kenji, I told you this place was weird!"

Fat Taro sniffled, his entire body trembling with fat.

"I think I just saw an eye grow out of the bark of that tree and wink at me! There must be some Chinese monster in this forest that wants to eat people!"

"I don't want to stay here anymore! I want to go back to Tokyo! I want to go to Akihabara to watch maids dance and eat tonkotsu ramen, waaaaah..."

Kenji gripped his katana tightly, but his legs were trembling like a leaf.

"Shut up! You fatso, don't scare me!"

Even so, Kenji swallowed hard, mustered his courage, and moved closer to Tsuchimikado Ryosuke and Sayuri.

He spoke cautiously, even with a hint of ingratiation:

"Um... Ryosuke-sama, Sayuri-sama..."

"Look, we've been wandering around in the snow for most of the day, this maze is so strange..."

Kenji rubbed his hands together and offered a constructive suggestion:

There is an old Chinese saying: "Where there are green hills, there is no fear of running out of firewood."

"How about... we make a tactical retreat today?"

"When we get back, let's call more people and prepare some high-tech equipment before we come back. It's freezing cold here, what if we catch a cold..."

"Yes, yes, yes! A tactical retreat! It's not shameful!" Taro nodded repeatedly in agreement from behind.

"..."

Tsuchimikado Ryosuke turned his head and stared at the two clowns with a cold, deadpan gaze.

Abe Sayuri, enraged, laughed involuntarily, picking up a talisman burning with purple foxfire between her fingers:

"You two are useless. If you dare to say another word that could undermine morale..."

"I'll cut off your tongues right now and feed them to my shikigami!"

Taro and Kenji were so frightened that they covered their mouths and backed away.

They then huddled in the corner like two frightened quails, not daring to utter another fart.

"Mr. Tsuchimikado, you can discipline your subordinates later when you get back."

Arthur slung the umbrella over his shoulder and stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

"The most urgent task is to break through the formation."

"This white miasma not only blocks our vision, but it is also slowly eroding the energy in our bodies. If it drags on until night, we will be in a very passive position."

"Of course I know."

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the irritation in his heart.

He knew that with their own strength, it would be difficult to forcefully break through this massive maze formed by nature in a short period of time.

“Mr. Pendleton, it seems we need to work together sooner rather than later.”

Ryosuke looked at Arthur:

“Your Western alchemy is extremely adept at analyzing energy. I need your people to help me find the weakest point in this maze.”

"Once I find it, I will use the most powerful boundary-breaking talisman of the Yin-Yang Dao to forcibly tear open a passage!"

Arthur smiled slightly and snapped his fingers: "Glad to do my job."

The alchemist in the gray cloak behind him immediately stepped forward.

He pulled a crystal bottle filled with silver liquid from his pocket, uncorked it, and splashed the liquid into the air.

"In the name of the Philosopher's Stone, let the threads of truth be revealed!"

"Bah!"

The silver liquid did not fall to the ground in the air, but instead transformed into a glowing three-dimensional grid that spread outwards.

The grid began to flicker as it touched the white miasma and trees.

Feedback data.

"Southeast, at a 35-degree angle, 200 meters away from us, there's a brief pause in the flow of ley line energy!" the alchemist shouted.

"Now!"

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado's eyes flashed like lightning, and his hands instantly formed more than a dozen afterimage-like hand seals.

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto a black talisman.

"Decree of the Gods of Takamagahara! Break the Boundary! Open!"

"boom!!!"

The black talisman transformed into a raging black hurricane.

It crashed straight into the past!