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

Seventy years of arduous practice.

Seventy years of pride.

At this moment, reality has pressed them to the ground, mercilessly crushing them into dust.

"What... what is this?"

Xu Xin slumped onto the stone bed, his eyes unfocused. "What exactly have I been practicing for the past seventy years...?"

And Tang Miaoxing was standing next to him.

This is the Tang Clan leader who is obsessed with mastering the Pill Devouring Technique and is even willing to risk his own life.

At that moment, it felt as if all the strength had been drained from him, and he collapsed to the ground.

His worldview completely collapsed.

He always believed that Dan Shi was the Tang Clan's absolute trump card, the number one killing move in the world.

He would give up his life for this title.

But now.

Looking at that young man who, with a few words and a laugh, turned Dan Shi into nothingness.

He finally realized what was happening.

In the face of a true "immortal," with an absolute difference in power.

He risked his life for the most potent and rare poison in the world.

Meaningless.

It's a complete joke.

"The clown... So I'm the clown after all..."

Tang Miaoxing's eyes were red-rimmed. She looked down at her hands and gave a bitter laugh.

Zhang Tianyi shook his hand, the lightning disappeared, and his arm returned to normal.

He walked up to Tang Miaoxing, who was slumped on the ground, and looked down at the stubborn old man.

"Old Tang."

Zhang Tianyi offered a rare insightful commentary.

"The Dan Shi thing, to put it bluntly, is to turn life force into death energy, and fight with the determination to die."

"This skill is for the dead."

Zhang Tianyi pointed to Tang Miaoxing, then to the Tang Clan disciples and Zhang Wang around him, whose eyes were filled with tears.

"Look at yourself."

"Your heart is filled with the livelihoods of everyone in the Tang Clan, the development of the new campus, and even your granddaughter's tears."

"You have so many living people and things in your heart."

"Your heart is so warm. How could you possibly have mastered such a secret technique that only the dead can learn?"

Zhang Tianyi reached out and patted Tang Miaoxing on the shoulder twice, his tone softening:

"Stop fighting with yourself here."

"At your age, your greatest skill isn't poison or hidden weapons."

"You transformed this group of assassins into a respectable sect that can live and thrive in the sunlight."

"Get up from the ground right now and go back to being your good gatekeeper!"

"The Tang Clan is still counting on you to pay their salaries."

Upon hearing these words...

Tang Miaoxing was stunned.

He looked around at his fellow students and juniors, whose faces were full of concern and who had breathed a sigh of relief.

Tears finally streamed down my face.

Yes, he wanted to see the Tang Clan prosper, how could he just die in this dark cave?

Zhang Wang stepped forward and pulled Tang Miaoxing up from the ground.

The hot-tempered old man's eyes also reddened at this moment.

He turned around and, along with all the Tang Clan disciples, bowed deeply to Zhang Tianyi.

"A single word from a wise man awakens one from a dream."

Zhang Wang's voice was firm and resolute, filled with utmost sincerity and gratitude:

"Today, you not only saved my senior brother's life, but also enlightened the entire Tang Clan."

"The Tang Clan will never forget this kindness!"

Zhang Chulan stood at the back, watching the large group of people bowing in unison.

He screamed wildly in his heart:

I'm a darling!

The second strategist's move was simply the ultimate display of arrogance!

Not only did he show off his muscles, but he also did someone a favor.

Now, the Tang Clan truly owes the Celestial Master's Mansion an enormous favor!

Chapter 201 The Dust Has Settled! The Night Breeze and Bubble Gum on the Playground

The stale, musty atmosphere that had been building up inside the Tang Tomb for decades was finally dispelled by a burst of hearty laughter.

Tang Miaoxing felt relieved, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and even her back straightened considerably. Although Zhang Wang still had that sour face, anyone could see that the wrinkles around his eyes were beaming with joy.

As for Xu Xin, the old man, he had been sitting cross-legged on the stone bed for many years, and when he suddenly had to get down, his legs felt a little numb.

In the end, Tang Wenlong and several young disciples went up and dragged him out of the cave.

The moment he saw the light of day again, Xu Xin squinted at the night sky, took a deep breath of fresh air, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.

"Damn, the wind outside feels so much better!"

This is a win-win situation for everyone.

The Tang Clan saved face, the sect leader saved his life, and the Quanxing gang finally met their true target.

To express his gratitude, Tang Miaoxing generously arranged a banquet that very evening outside the cafeteria on the new campus.

The Sichuan banquet emphasizes a lively and festive atmosphere.

Seven or eight large copper pots were placed on the open ground, with charcoal fires burning brightly underneath. Red oil sizzled in the pots, and the aroma of Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers hit you right in the head.

Plates of thinly sliced ​​fresh tripe, beef aorta drenched in chili oil, and handfuls of skewers were served in a continuous stream.

The tense nerves of everyone in the Tang Clan were completely relaxed these past few days, and everyone was toasting and making a lively scene.

Zhang Tianyi was naturally invited to the main table in the very center.

Tang Miaoxing held a small wine cup, addressing the guest as "True Man" repeatedly, offering toasts with great enthusiasm.

If Zhang Tianyi hadn't stopped him, this sect leader probably would have sworn brotherhood with him on the spot.

For the first time ever, Zhang Chulan didn't drink much today.

He casually shoveled a few mouthfuls of tripe into his mouth, his eyes constantly glancing towards Xu Xin's table.

Not only him, but Granny Jin Feng also didn't touch her chopsticks, her eyes fixed on Xu Xin, as if afraid that the old man would grow wings and fly away.

Halfway through the banquet, Zhang Chulan couldn't hold back any longer.

He greeted Tang Miaoxing, then pulled Wang Zhenqiu and helped Xu Xin walk towards the quiet courtyard next door.

Granny Jin Feng, Xia Liuqing, and the others quickly followed.

The old grievances of the Thirty-Six Thieves and the mysteries of the Jia Shen Rebellion—these heavy burdens on their hearts could finally be thoroughly investigated by someone knowledgeable tonight.

Zhang Tianyi had absolutely no interest in these old, trivial matters.

Back when he was wiping people out of thin air in Beiping, these guys were still running for their lives. Listening to their stories is not as satisfying as eating a couple of skewers of grilled pig brains.

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhang Tianyi tore off a napkin to wipe the red oil from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and stretched.

"Master, where are we going?"

Chen Duo, who was sitting quietly eating her meal next to him, put down her chopsticks as well when she saw him get up.

"I'm too full, let's go for a walk to digest."

Zhang Tianyi casually grabbed two oranges from the fruit plate on the table and tossed one to Chen Duo.

"Come on, let me take you for a stroll around the school. Let you experience what it's like to be a college student."

The master and apprentice walked out of the noisy cafeteria area side by side.

The early autumn night breeze caressed me, washing away the daytime heat and bringing a touch of coolness.

The new campus of Tangmen was very large, and the two of them unknowingly wandered to a spacious playground.

At this time, most students were in their dormitories or the cafeteria, and the playground was empty, with only a few tall streetlights casting a dim yellow light.

Zhang Tianyi walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.

Chen Duo lagged half a step behind him, her head down, her gaze fixed on the white dividing line on the plastic track.

She seemed to have developed a great interest in this line.

Her feet, clad in white sneakers, were meticulously positioned on the white lines, one step after another, as if she were playing a tightrope walking game. If she strayed even slightly off course, she would retreat, reposition herself, and continue walking.

Zhang Tianyi stopped and looked back at her serious expression, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Girl, is there gold in this thread? You're stepping on it so carefully."

Chen Duo raised her head, not annoyed by her master's teasing, and simply answered honestly:

“Back in the bunker, the bricks on the ground were all the same size gray squares. I could only count the squares as I walked around.”