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

"Mr. Yuan, what are you doing?"

A burly man asked, puzzled, "We've already made all the plans. Just because there's one more person, you're going to retreat?"

"One more person?"

Yuan Tao, enraged, laughed coldly and pointed at the burly man's nose, cursing:

"You newbie, what do you know! Does that mean there's one more person?! That means there's one more living ancestor!"

"Let me tell you, as long as Zhang Tianyi is there, forget about plotting against Zhang Chulan. If we even dare to show our faces, he'll scatter our ashes!"

"I'm not done living yet! I'm not getting involved in this mess!"

With that, Yuan Tao slung his bag over his shoulder and started to walk out of the factory.

The other Quanxing disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. Seeing that even the usually cunning Yuan Tao was so frightened, their hearts began to pound, and some even stood up, ready to slip away.

Just when morale was low and the team was on the verge of falling apart.

"Snapped."

The sound of light footsteps came from the deepest shadows of the factory.

A young figure with blond hair slowly walked out.

Lü Liang.

His demeanor seemed completely different from before!

He walked into the light and looked at Yuan Tao, who was about to slip away.

"Old Yuan, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Lü Liang's voice echoed in the empty factory.

"This play has only just begun. If you, the lead actor, run away, how can our show continue?"

"Not in a hurry?!"

Yuan Tao suddenly stopped and turned around to stare intently at Lü Liang.

His old face was full of anxiety and anger.

"Young man from the Lü family, it's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering!"

"You have no idea how terrifying that living devil is! Try taking a slap from him and see what happens!"

"You want me to stay and continue performing? Is that performing? That's just performing for our own funeral!"

Yuan Tao tilted the bundle on his back higher, refusing to budge:

"I've been in this business for so many years, and all I've learned is to be pragmatic. I wouldn't do this job even for a mountain of gold and silver!"

Several members of the Quanxing group around them echoed this sentiment, nodding in agreement, clearly not wanting to provoke Zhang Tianyi.

Lu Liang looked at the group of terrified desperados, but he wasn't angry.

He simply stood quietly under the dim light.

After Yuan Tao finished venting, he slowly took out an old-fashioned flip phone from his pocket and casually twirled it a couple of times in his hand.

“Elder Yuan, it’s normal for you to be afraid of Zhang Tianyi. There are very few extraordinary people in the world who are not afraid of him now.”

Lü Liang's tone remained calm.

"But have you forgotten that our goal this time is not to confront that man head-on?"

He took two steps closer, lowering his voice, which carried a seductive undertone:

“We’re just stirring up the mud and sand at the bottom of the water to muddy up the stagnant water. Once the water is muddy, the big fish and turtles hiding at the bottom will naturally start biting each other.”

“Zhang Chulan wants to investigate the cause of his grandfather’s death, but the Tang Clan will never give in easily. Once these two sides clash, even with Zhang Tianyi backing him up, do you think those stubborn old poisoners in the Tang Clan will obediently cooperate?”

Lü Liang stopped in front of Yuan Tao, his eerie smile growing even more pronounced.

"We'll see."

"Mr. Yuan, even if you want to leave now, I'm afraid you can't."

Lu Liang pointed to the pitch-black night outside the factory with his phone.

"The company is searching for you relentlessly right now; you'll be targeted the moment you step out. Don't forget, we're the ones who rescued you!"

Yuan Tao gritted his teeth, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

He was a smart man and naturally knew that Lü Liang was telling the truth.

But the shadow in his heart was simply too great.

"What exactly are you trying to say, kid? Stop beating around the bush!"

Lu Liang put away his phone, his expression hardening, a subtle, unsettling glint in his eyes.

"Actually, you don't need to worry at all that that man will come looking for trouble with us."

Lü Liang's voice was so low that only Yuan Tao could hear it.

"Because... I received definite news."

"That guy's attention wasn't on us at all when he went to the Tang Clan this time. He had something else he was more interested in finding. We just need to stay in the shadows and watch the show, and maybe even give it a push."

Yuan Tao looked at him with suspicion: "Confirmed information? Where did you get this information from? Can you really understand that monster's thoughts?"

Lü Liang simply smiled mysteriously, without giving a direct answer.

"Believe it or not. But I can guarantee that it's worth it for us to get involved in this mess."

Chapter 187 The Art of Carrying a Sedan Chair, and the Frenzied Welcome Outside the Old Campus!

The next day.

Several black minivans smoothly drove into the gate of a vast campus.

A rather formal sign hangs next to the main gate: Tangmen Martial Arts Vocational School.

The car door opened.

Zhang Chulan jumped down first, skillfully went around to the back seat, opened the driver's side door, and raised his hand to block the edge of the roof.

Zhang Tianyi wasn't wearing any of those flashy modern clothes today.

Since Zhang Chulan delivered the visiting card in the name of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain last night, he represents the face of the Zhengyi Sect today.

He wore a brand-new, crisp, snow-white Taoist robe, and his hair was tied up high with a sandalwood hairpin.

He stood ramrod straight at the school gate, his expression calm and composed, his aura impeccable yet exuding an air of authority that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

His appearance and demeanor perfectly captured the air of a master from a prestigious sect.

At this moment, a group of people were already standing at the entrance of Tang Sect's school.

The man leading the group was dressed in simple sportswear with a whistle around his neck, looking like an ordinary physical education teacher.

It was Tang Wenlong's mentor, Tang Ming.

Behind him followed Tang Wenlong and several young members of the Tang Clan.

Upon seeing Zhang Tianyi get out of the car, Tang Ming immediately strode over to greet her.

Although he had never met the legendary Celestial Pivot Master, just looking at his demeanor and recalling the recent rumors circulating in the martial arts world, he was struck by his presence.

Tang Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately adopted an extremely humble attitude, clasping his hands in a perfect junior's greeting:

"Tang Ming of the Tang Clan greets True Man Tian Shu."

"Since you have come from afar, we, the Tang Clan, have failed to properly welcome you. We hope you will forgive us."

Zhang Tianyi remained expressionless, merely nodding slightly in acceptance of the gesture.

Zhang Chulan immediately stepped forward, a flawless smile on his face, and began to speak with Tang Ming:

"Senior Tang, you're too kind. We came in a hurry this time and have caused trouble for your sect."

"Not at all, it is an honor for the Tang Clan to have a master from the Celestial Master's Mansion grace us with his presence."

While exchanging pleasantries with Zhang Chulan, Tang Ming glanced at the group behind Zhang Tianyi out of the corner of his eye.

Besides Feng Baobao, who shone brightly at the Luotian Grand Ceremony, there was also a strange girl wearing a white dress.

And... that notorious cancer in the Southwest region, Wang Zhenqiu.

Upon seeing Wang Zhenqiu, Tang Wenlong and several other young disciples' faces darkened noticeably, clearly indicating that they had suffered quite a bit at the hands of this scoundrel before.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Tang Ming stepped aside and gestured for them to proceed.

"Master, Zhang Chulan. Our sect leader and several senior uncles are currently waiting for you at the old campus in the back mountain."

"There are too many people and too many eyes around at the new campus, mostly ordinary students. We need to go up the mountain road at the back. Cars can't go in, so you'll have to walk a part of the mountain road."

"Hiking?"

Zhang Tianyi, who had been maintaining an air of superiority, frowned slightly upon hearing those two words.

He looked up at the back mountain covered by layers of lush green vegetation, and his eyes instantly lost their majestic gleam, replaced by weariness.

"My grandson, Qiu'er."

Zhang Tianyi didn't even turn her head; she simply patted her waist casually.

"boom!"

A wisp of white smoke dissipated.

That familiar, luxurious sedan chair appeared so casually at the entrance of Tangmen's new campus.

Tang Ming and the others, who had thought this person was unfathomable just a moment ago, were all stunned.

Tang Wenlong rubbed his eyes, afraid that he had seen wrong, while the others' mouths were agape.

What... what kind of operation is this?!

They came to visit the Tang Clan with their own sedan chair?!

Zhang Tianyi straightened the hem of his snow-white Taoist robe and sat down naturally.

He leaned back on the cushion, adjusted to a most comfortable angle, and then gestured with his chin towards the dumbfounded Zhang Chulan and Wang Zhenqiu beside him: