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

Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Chulan and gave a cold snort in annoyance.

"You're obsessed with money, aren't you? You've been lining up with plenty of good stuff with Second Master these past few days, and now you're trying to rip me off?"

Wang Ye patted his mud-caked trousers and sighed:

"Alright, enough nonsense. Name your price."

"That's great! No wonder you're a young master from the capital!"

Zhang Chulan immediately beamed with joy, leaned close to Wang Ye's ear, and made an outrageous demand:

"I won't ask for much, just cover our team's food, lodging, and transportation expenses for the next year, plus a few free rides as a chauffeur whenever needed. How about that?"

"You call this not asking for more?!"

Wang Ye's eyelids twitched, and he almost wanted to kick it.

The expenses for dozens of people a year, and I still have to work as free labor. This kid really treats me like an ATM and an extended worker!

but……

Wang Ye looked up at Feng Baobao, who was still in a daze, and his curiosity was like a hundred cats scratching at him.

As a sorcerer, the thirst for knowledge about such outliers who completely defy one's own understanding of one's birth chart is fatal.

"to make."

Wang Ye gritted his teeth and reluctantly agreed.

"I admit to this debt. Now, can you tell me? What exactly is her situation?"

Once the deal was done, Zhang Chulan immediately dropped all the playful smiles from his face.

He glanced around warily, making sure Zhang Tianyi and Zhou Sheng were drinking tea and not paying attention to them, before lowering his voice to a minimum.

"Old Wang, listen up."

Zhang Chulan's tone was more serious than ever before.

Have you heard of... the Jia Shen Rebellion?

Wang Ye frowned: "Nonsense, who in the world of supernatural beings hasn't heard of it? The Thirty-Six Thieves formed a brotherhood, causing chaos throughout the land. Wasn't your grandfather one of them?"

"Have you ever heard of Wugensheng?" Zhang Chulan continued to ask.

"The leader of Quanxing at the time, and the leader of the Thirty-Six Thieves. Old Zhang, what exactly are you trying to say? What does this have to do with Sister Bao'er?"

Zhang Chulan did not answer directly.

He pointed to Feng Baobao, who was squatting by the pool washing her hands not far away.

"It's very important."

Zhang Chulan's voice was as light as a breeze, but to Wang Ye it was like a thunderclap.

"She was from the same era as those people."

"In fact, she and Wugensheng have countless connections."

Wang Ye was taken aback at first, then, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, he couldn't help but retort in a low voice:

"What nonsense are you talking about! She looks to be no more than twenty years old! How could she possibly be with..."

Wang Ye's voice suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.

His usually sleepy eyes suddenly widened, staring intently at Feng Baobao's back.

As a top-tier warlock, countless possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant.

An unbelievable guess made the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Old Zhang...you, you mean..."

Wang Ye's voice began to tremble, and even his breathing stopped.

"Her appearance hasn't changed from that era to now?"

"Immortality...eternal youth?!"

Zhang Chulan nodded silently.

"boom!"

Wang felt as if ten thousand elephants were stampeding through his mind.

He understood everything!

Why can't the chaotic golden clapper hold her still?

The chaotic metal clapper is the weight that holds things in place in the long river of time.

If a person's life has no end, their timeline is infinitely long, or even stagnant.

Her birth chart is as heavy as a vast ocean!

No matter how much he "transforms me into a king," he's still just a slightly larger pond; how could he possibly hold back a boundless ocean?!

"So that's how it is... No wonder the clapper couldn't move..."

Wang Ye muttered to himself, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

But then...

Wang Ye's expression immediately changed.

He turned his head abruptly and looked at Zhang Chulan, who was squatting calmly next to him.

A strong sense of foreboding enveloped my entire body.

"Zhang Chulan!!!"

Wang Ye lowered his voice, gritted his teeth, and grabbed Zhang Chulan by the collar.

"Damn it! You tricked me again!!!"

Wang Ye now really wants to twist this kid's head off and use it as a football.

Immortality!

This is the deepest, most taboo, and most deadly secret in the world of supernatural beings since ancient times!

If this gets out, it will definitely unleash a terrifying bloodbath.

Zhang Chulan just told me that so casually?!

"You're pushing me into a fire pit!"

Wang was on the verge of tears: "I'm just a carefree Taoist priest who wants to live a few days of peace and quiet! You've told me something so dangerous, how am I supposed to live a peaceful life after this?!"

He realized that this was not a paid knowledge service at all!

This is like forcibly binding him to a leaky pirate ship!

Once he knows this secret, no matter if the company or other forces target Feng Baobao in the future, Wang Ye will definitely be implicated!

Looking at Wang Ye's furious yet regretful expression...

Zhang Chulan was not angry at all; instead, he obediently patted Wang Ye's hand that was grabbing his collar.

"Hey, Lao Wang, let go first, let go."

Zhang Chulan pulled Wang Ye to sit down again, immediately adopting a sincere and open demeanor.

The expression on his face was so sincere; he could easily be nominated for one of the top ten most touching people in the country!

"Old Wang, do you think I, Zhang Chulan, am the kind of bastard who would just grab anyone and swindle them?"

Zhang Chulan looked directly into Wang Ye's eyes and began his performance with earnestness:

"There are so many extraordinary people in the world, why should I tell you this secret?"

"Because you are someone I can entrust with my life!"

Zhang Chulan gave Wang Ye a thumbs up, showering him with praise as if it were free:

“Look at you, you may seem carefree at times, but during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, you were willing to suffer a loss yourself so as not to let my grandfather’s special skills fall into the hands of thieves.”

"In Biyou Village, you risked your life to stand up for your friends."

"Old Wang, you're such a kind and honest person! Always ready to help others! You're so morally upright! You're practically a saint!"

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and delivered his final concluding remarks, almost bursting into tears:

In short, it can be summed up in one word—absolutely fantastic!!!

He was bombarded with compliments from Zhang Chulan.

Wang Ye's initial rage was completely silenced by the blow.

He curled his lip, even though he knew perfectly well that Zhang Chulan was just trying to bewitch him.

But... those words do sound quite helpful.

Who doesn't like being praised as a good person?

"Don't give me that." Wang Ye rubbed his nose and snorted irritably.

Seeing that Wang Ye's attitude had softened, Zhang Chulan pressed his advantage and revealed his true purpose:

"Old Wang, let me speak from the bottom of my heart."

“My second master is indeed ridiculously strong. With him around, no one dares to lay a finger on Bao’er. I admit that.”

"but!"

Zhang Chulan shrugged, looking helpless.

"My advisor is, after all, a man who prefers a peaceful life. He can't possibly follow us around 24/7."

"Bao'er's background hasn't been investigated yet, and there are still many unknown dangers ahead. I'm really struggling to carry this alone."

Zhang Chulan patted Wang Ye on the shoulder, his eyes filled with undisguised anticipation:

"Therefore, the larger and stronger our team is in searching for relatives and exploring secrets, the better."

"You, Young Master Wang, a successor of the Feng Hou Qi Men sect, are not only skilled in combat and strategy, but also wealthy!"

"You are undoubtedly the most suitable and reliable teammate I can find in this world!"