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

The prepared opening remarks, "Distinguished young talents," were abruptly stuck in his throat.

"This wretched child..."

The old master inwardly screamed, "Are those skinny jeans? Are those loafers? What kind of hellish aesthetic is this?! Is he in seclusion or studying at the circus?!"

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

To cover up his embarrassment, the old master could only cough violently a few times, his old face turning red.

"Master? Are you alright?"

Rongshan, who was standing behind him serving, was startled and quickly stepped forward to pat his back.

"It's okay! It's just windy, you just choked!"

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to grab his junior brother and spank him, and tried his best to regain the demeanor of a wise and enlightened master.

He dared not look at that corner again, for fear that he would burst out laughing on the spot and ruin the century-old dignity of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"Everyone!"

Zhang Zhiwei's voice became loud and solemn again:

"Young people are so full of energy. I'm old, but this world ultimately belongs to you young people."

"The Luotian Grand Ritual is a grand ceremony to worship Heaven and Earth. But since everyone has come from afar, I, an old Taoist priest, cannot spoil your fun."

"This martial arts competition is open to all individuals under the age of 30, regardless of their background or sect..."

"I won't waste any more words. I know you're all eyeing that position, or something else..."

At this point, the old master gave Lu Jin a meaningful look.

Lu Jin snorted coldly, stood up abruptly, pulled out the "Tongtian Lu" from his robes, and slammed it on the table:

"That's right! The winner gets the Heavenly Scroll!"

Whoosh—!

There was an uproar.

Although they had heard rumors beforehand, the visual impact of seeing one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills laid out on the table was still enough to make everyone's breathing become heavier.

Even Zhang Tianyi, who was eating a grilled sausage in the audience, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"This little crybaby is actually quite magnanimous."

Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a lousy book?

He swallowed the rest of the sausage in a few bites and casually tossed the bamboo skewer into the trash can.

Precise entry into the cave.

"Alright, let's get started! I can't wait to pretend to... um... give the young people some pointers!"

On the stage, a middle-aged Taoist priest stepped forward, holding a red lottery box in his hands.

"Let's begin the draw!"

"Contestants whose names are called, come up on stage and draw your numbers!"

"The first one..."

As each name was called, one by one, the young extraordinary individuals walked onto the stage with great excitement.

Among them is a young master from a prestigious family like Zhuge Qing, who has attracted countless female fans to scream.

With a prodigy like Zhang Lingyu, he becomes the center of attention the moment he appears.

Zhang Chulan came down after drawing his lot, looking excited.

"Yi Baihu... I wonder who the opponent is. Bao'er, what did you draw?"

Holding the slip of paper in her hand, Feng Baobao said blankly, "A type of deer."

“A…that was the first batch.”

Just then.

The Taoist priest on the platform glanced at the list in his hand, his brows furrowing slightly, seemingly quite puzzled by the name on the list.

But he still read it aloud verbatim:

"Next person……"

"A recluse..."

"Zhang...Pika...Ka?"

The Taoist priest's voice was full of uncertainty, and even the last word "card" had a questioning tone at the end.

"Who? What card?"

"Pikachu? Is it the Pikachu from Pikachu?"

"Hahaha! This is hilarious! Who is this? Such a casual name? Is he trying to be funny?"

The whole place burst into laughter.

Even Zhang Chulan, who was still feeling down, couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Zhang Pika? Why does that name sound so familiar... Wait, holy crap?!"

Zhang Chulan's smile instantly froze on his face.

Pickup truck?!

Isn't that... the pseudonym that the Second Master gave himself?!

Before Zhang Chulan could react...

Suddenly, the energetic young man who had been eating grilled sausages and was being looked down upon by everyone in the crowd raised his hand high.

"Hey! Here I am! Here I am!"

Zhang Tianyi, sporting a generic face after his disguise, strode out with arrogant steps, his long legs clad in loafers.

As he walked, he waved to the mocking crowd around him, as if he were a big star.

"Make way, make way, a pickup truck is coming, watch out for electric shocks!"

"Holy crap! Is it really that young man in skinny jeans?"

"Is this guy also an extraordinary person? This outfit... could he be from the 'Kuaishou gang' or the 'Douyin gang'?"

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people in the audience, who looked at him as if he were a monkey.

Zhang Tianyi swaggered onto the drawing table.

He stood in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest who was holding the box.

The Taoist priest looked at the ferocious Pikachu in front of him, his lips twitching. He barely suppressed the urge to blast it away and handed over the box.

"Please...please draw lots."

"okay."

Zhang Tianyi grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

He didn't even reach inside to touch it; he simply placed his hand on the opening of the box and casually snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

As if summoned by some force, a piece of paper flew out of the box and landed steadily between his two fingers.

This incredibly subtle act of retrieving objects from a distance caused Lu Jin on the stage to narrow her eyes.

"Hmm? This kid's technique..."

Just as Lu Jin was about to take a closer look, he discovered that Zhang Tianyi had already turned around, giving him no chance to investigate.

Zhang Tianyi unfolded the note and glanced at the words on it.

Then, he turned around and faced the dark mass of people below the stage, and Zhang Chulan, who looked completely bewildered.

He held the note high in his hand, his voice clear and bright, carrying a hint of nonchalant roguishness:

"Hey, not bad luck."

"A... White Crane!"

Under the sunlight, the note that read "Jia Baihe" fluttered in the wind.

Combined with his tight-fitting clothes, loafers, and that arrogant, self-assured expression, it all added to the effect.

The scene was so beautiful that it was almost unbearable to look at.

"white crane?"

The old master on the stage looked at the note and finally couldn't help but lower his head, his shoulders shaking violently.

"Standing out from the crowd like a crane... You're treating yourself like a crane and everyone else on this mountain like chickens..."

"Second brother, second brother, your perverse sense of humor hasn't changed in a hundred years."

Zhang Chulan, sitting in the audience, was so shocked by Zhang Pikachu's appearance in loafers that his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again.

Although the face is different now.

Although her style has become more rustic.

But this name... and this inexplicable confidence, though it's rather corny...

"No way……"

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, feeling his worldview being greatly shaken.

"That energetic young man... is he really my arrogant, cool, and awesome second master?!"

"What...what is he trying to achieve?!"

At this moment, Zhang Tianyi, holding the note, walked off the stage with an even more arrogant swagger.

When passing by Zhang Chulan.

He neither stopped nor spoke.

He merely winked at Zhang Chulan with his disguised small eyes in a very subtle way.