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

"Hi! Ah!"

Immediately following was a scream.

Zhang Chulan was all too familiar with that voice.

It's definitely Lao Wang's!

"Pharaoh!"

Zhang Chulan, thinking that Wang Ye was being tortured, slid down the edge of the ravine without thinking.

Feng Baobao followed closely behind, carrying a shovel, her eyes focused.

Zhang Tianyi didn't rush down, but stood on top, looking down at the viewpoint.

When you see the scene below clearly.

His lips twitched uncontrollably a few times before a wicked smile appeared.

At the bottom of the mountain stream.

On the muddy shallows.

A young man, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in mud, was gritting his teeth and holding up a large blue stone that weighed over a hundred pounds.

He stood in a horse stance, in waist-deep, icy water.

The young man had huge dark circles under his eyes and his hair was plastered to his face.

The water kept washing over his head, making his lips turn purple from the cold and causing him to shiver all over.

It was none other than Master Wang, who had been out of contact for some time!

And on the shore behind Wang Ye.

A gaunt old man, dressed in a tattered Taoist robe and with a stubble beard, was squatting on a rock.

The old man had an unlit pipe dangling from his mouth.

He was holding a fresh bamboo strip about two fingers thick.

"Keep your legs straight! Don't let your knees buckle inward! Your lower body should be as flexible as tofu!"

The old man cursed as he skillfully swung the bamboo stick in his hand.

"Snapped!"

The bamboo stick struck Wang Ye's calf with perfect accuracy.

"Oh my god!"

Wang Ye shuddered in pain, almost dropping the stone in his hand.

He instinctively wanted to mobilize the Qi within his body to defend himself, and the faint phantom of a Qimen formation even appeared beneath his feet.

"You still dare to use Qimen Dunjia?!"

The old man glared, then changed the direction of the bamboo stick in his hand, striking Wang Ye on the back with a "smack".

"How many times have I told you! If you dare to use even the slightest bit of Feng Hou Qi Men or Tai Chi Jin within the next two weeks, I'll beat you to death!"

"Hold on with your bare hands! This is your basic training!"

Wang grimaced in pain, and the Qimen formation instantly dissipated.

He held the large rock, utterly despondent, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Grand Tutor... I really can't go on... I've been holding this position for three hours already..."

"It has to work! You've eaten so much ginseng, if we don't use this method to force the medicinal power into your bone marrow, you'll explode and die sooner or later!"

Zhang Chulan, who was halfway there, abruptly stopped the car.

He stood on the mudflat, looking at Wang Ye, who was soaked to the bone in the water, and then at the familiar, disheveled old man on the shore.

The brain experienced a brief short circuit.

"Senior Zhou... Senior Zhou?!"

Zhang Chulan recognized the old man as Zhou Sheng, who had been beaten into submission by the Second Master in Biyou Village!

Hearing the noise, Zhou Sheng and Wang also turned their heads at the same time.

When Wang Ye saw Zhang Chulan, and Zhang Tianyi standing on the edge of the cliff above, smiling as he looked over,

This young master from Beijing, who usually showed no interest in anything, suddenly had tears welling up in his eyes.

That look in his eyes was as if he had seen a living bodhisattva who would save him from suffering!

"Old Zhang! Second Master!!"

Wang was so excited that his voice cracked, and he threw the stone in his hand into the water with a "plop".

He scrambled out of the pool, covered in mud, and rushed towards Zhang Tianyi's location:

"Help!! Second Master!"

"Please get him away from me!! I'm being tortured to death!!"

Chapter 205 I'm on the watch! I'm on the watch! I'm on the watch!

Seeing Wang Ye, covered in mud and looking like an unearthed artifact, rushing towards him, Zhang Tianyi took a half step to the side in disgust.

"Hey, hey, stop! Don't rub your muddy paws on my pants!"

Zhang Tianyi extended a finger and pressed it against Wang Ye's forehead, forcefully pinning the wailing young master from Beijing to the spot.

"Second Master, are you just going to stand by and watch me be tortured to death by this old man?"

"My life these past few days has been worse than that of a donkey pulling a millstone in the production team!"

Wang Ye sniffed and pointed at Zhou Sheng behind him, complaining like a child who had been wronged outside and was going to his parents to tattle.

"Look at your pathetic self."

Zhang Tianyi rolled her eyes, raised her right hand, and put her index and middle fingers together.

A cluster of fine, emerald-green lightning, as delicate as a tender sprout, leaped from his fingertips.

"Spring thunder turns into rain, go!"

Zhang Tianyi flicked his wrist, and the ball of green lightning slapped onto Wang Ye's forehead with a "smack".

It was like a cool spring breeze.

Wang felt a shiver run through his body.

The bloody welts on his calves and back, which had been drawn out by bamboo sticks, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even more amazing is that the top-grade old ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms he had previously consumed...

Because he ate too much and too many different kinds of food, the stagnation in his meridians caused him to feel hot and bloated recently.

Now, struck by this surge of thunderous energy, the accumulated medicinal power transformed into a warm current, directly merging into his entire body.

"Hiccup~!"

Wang Ye let out a long, uncontrollable burp.

A faint ginseng flavor wafted from his mouth.

He touched his stomach and felt an inexhaustible surge of energy throughout his body, all the previous soreness and fatigue vanished.

"Alright, the work is done."

Zhang Tianyi ignored Wang Ye, who was still in place experiencing the changes in his body.

He slowly patted the pouch at his waist.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A few puffs of white smoke rose up.

On the muddy riverbank, a square table, two armchairs, an exquisite tea set, and several plates of unopened melon seeds and walnut cakes suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Zhang Tianyi swaggered into the armchair and waved to Zhou Sheng, who was still standing by the pool with a bamboo stick in his hand.

"Old Zhou, don't get so irritable in this heat. Come, come, sit down and rest for a while, have a cup of tea to cool down."

Zhou Sheng casually tossed the bamboo strip into the water and walked over, slipping on his worn-out cloth shoes.

He sat down opposite Zhang Tianyi, picked up the glass of cold tea that Zhang Tianyi had poured, and drank it in one gulp.

After wiping his mouth, Zhou Sheng pointed at Wang Ye, his face full of disappointment and frustration:

"Second Brother, look at the young people these days, they're all as soft as noodles."

They only made him lift two broken stones and stand in a stance for three days, and he was already crying and screaming. If this were in our time, he'd have his legs broken and be expelled from the sect long ago!

"That's right, kids these days are all spoiled and pampered, they've never experienced this kind of hardship."

Zhang Tianyi nodded in deep agreement, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and cracked them open, and the two began their "old man's rant session".

"You're only going to this trouble because he's got some potential. If it were me, I would have kicked him into the river to feed the turtles long ago."

Wang Ye, who was not far away, heard that these two old monsters not only did not stand up for him, but were also exchanging "experiences in abusing disciples".

I was so scared that I shrank my neck, and the hairs on the back of my head stood on end.

He grabbed Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, who were still watching the scene unfold, and whispered:

"Let's go! Get out of here! If they get carried away with their conversation, they might use us as practice targets!"

After saying that, Wang, like a thief, pulled the two of them and quickly disappeared behind a large, thick tree more than ten meters away.

Only after confirming that the two old men drinking tea were not paying attention to them did Wang Ye plop down on the grass, panting heavily.

Zhang Chulan squatted down beside him, his cheeks aching from trying so hard to suppress his laughter.

He nudged Wang Ye with his elbow, asking with a gossipy look on his face:

"Hey Lao Wang, what exactly are you up to?"

"Didn't they say that if you eat too much ginseng, you should go into seclusion? How come you're secluded in this remote mountain valley and being whipped with bamboo sticks like a monkey?"

"You don't know anything!"