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

"Wow! Xing Tong, that was pretty impressive! You almost broke my combo!"

Zhang Chulan's loud and boisterous voice came from the direction of the front hall.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Chulan and Feng Xingtong walked into the backyard arm in arm.

Zhang Chulan was holding two bottles of iced cola in his hand, grinning like a fool.

"Master, Chairman Feng, have you finished talking?"

Zhang Chulan walked over and put the cola on the table. "I just played a few rounds of fighting games with Brother Xing Tong. This kid's hand speed is pretty good!"

Feng Zhenghao looked at Zhang Chulan with the same affectionate gaze he would give his most capable assistant.

"Chu Lan."

Feng Zhenghao stood up and patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder with a smile.

"In the coming days, Uncle Feng might have some business to attend to and need you to run errands for him. Please don't find Uncle Feng a bother."

Zhang Chulan felt uneasy under Feng Zhenghao's kind gaze.

He scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, and chuckled dryly:

"President Feng, you're too kind. Please let me know if you need anything. I, Zhang Chulan, am always happy to help others."

"is it?"

Zhang Tianyi, fanning the flames from the sidelines, lazily interjected:

"Grandson, weren't you just complaining about growing mushrooms in the villa every day?"

"It just so happens that Xiao Feng is planning a big project in Beijing recently, and he's going to loosen the soil for that old man from the Wang family."

"I've already outsourced you to him. From now on, when you go out to negotiate or cause trouble, you'll be our Celestial Master's Mansion's senior representative at the World Society."

"Work hard, don't embarrass me."

"what?!"

Zhang Chulan almost dropped the cola in his hand.

He glanced at Feng Zhenghao, who was all smiles, and then at Zhang Tianyi, who seemed indifferent to the matter.

My mind went blank for a second.

"Loosen the soil for the Wang family?! You want me to go and cause trouble for the Ten Elders?!"

Zhang Chulan let out a bloodcurdling scream in his mind, like a pig being slaughtered.

I was just playing a game and I've been forcibly assigned to a high-risk job?!

My apology!

You're practically throwing your grandson into a meat grinder!

Chapter 211 My strength doesn't allow me to be low-key! This watermelon knife has been blessed!

The gates of Xishan Manor slowly closed.

The taillights of Feng Zhenghao's Maybach disappeared completely at the end of the winding mountain road.

Zhang Chulan, who was all smiles and waving just a second ago.

Upon hearing the door lock, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

He took a deep breath and turned around.

His legs seemed to have a little motor attached, and he took off running wildly towards the backyard.

"Master!"

Zhang Tianyi was leaning back in the rocking chair, just about to close his eyes and take a nap.

Then a dark shadow slid down the grass with a "whoosh".

Zhang Chulan executed the most perfect slide tackle of his life, landing precisely next to the rocking chair.

He clung tightly to Zhang Tianyi's thighs with both hands, buried his face in Zhang's trouser leg, and began to wail:

"Master! You can't do this to your grandson!"

"Those are the Ten Elders! They're from the Wang family! The local bigwigs of Beijing!"

"You want a junior like me to go with Feng Zhenghao to suppress them? Isn't that like putting me in the tiger's mouth?!"

"If that old codger Wang Ai gets angry, I'll be like Barbie Q!!!"

Zhang Tianyi's head was throbbing from his noise.

He shook his leg in disgust, trying to shake off the large accessory, but Zhang Chulan held on tightly, like a koala, and he couldn't shake it off at all.

"Alright, stop making empty promises."

Zhang Tianyi rolled her eyes and tapped Zhang Chulan's head in an annoyed tone:

"How can you be so timid?"

"In this world of supernatural beings, who doesn't know that you, Zhang Chulan, are my number one henchman?"

"My name is right here on your forehead. That old bastard Wang Ai, even if he had eight times the courage, would he dare to touch you?"

Zhang Chulan clung tightly to his leg, refusing to let go. He looked up and muttered under his breath, looking aggrieved:

"You make it sound so easy, sir..."

"With your usual arrogant behavior, how many people in the world of supernatural beings have you offended?"

"Of course they wouldn't dare to cause you trouble. Those bastards can't beat you, so they're probably plotting something behind your back, trying to kill us lackeys to vent their anger!"

"With my small arms and legs, how could I withstand their dirty tricks..."

Hearing these blasphemous mutterings...

Zhang Tianyi laughed in anger.

"Hey, you little brat, now you dare to make fun of the advisor?"

Zhang Tianyi was thoroughly annoyed by his shameless behavior.

"Fine, fine, let go. Here's something to save your life, okay?"

Upon hearing "a life-saving device," Zhang Chulan instantly wiped away his tears.

He quickly let go, plopped down on the grass, and stared intently at Zhang Tianyi with eyes as bright as two light bulbs.

Zhang Tianyi sighed helplessly.

He reached out and gently patted the pouch at his waist.

"boom."

A flash of white smoke appeared, and a weapon exuding an inexplicable sense of oppression appeared in his hand.

It was one of the two watermelon knives that Ma Xianhong had left in the room!

"Take it."

Zhang Tianyi casually tossed the watermelon knife to Zhang Chulan.

"This knife was meticulously crafted by that kid Ma Xianhong, and the materials are undoubtedly top-notch. For the past period of time, I have been keeping it in my dantian and nurturing it with innate thunder qi."

"This knife is powerful enough to slice through an armored vehicle. You can use it for self-defense; it'll be enough to deal with those underhanded tactics."

Zhang Chulan hurriedly caught the watermelon knife.

As soon as he got his hands on it, he sensed something was wrong!

This knife looks like an ordinary weapon used in street fights.

It was extremely heavy, with a layer of dark silver light flowing across the blade, and faint golden arcs of electricity coursing through the inside of the blade!

The most deadly thing is that there is a purple Taoist thunder pattern mark branded on the hilt near the back of the blade!

That was the Second Master's unique Daoist seal!

"What a fine knife!!!"

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, his fingers gently stroking the cold blade, feeling the violent power within.

The grievance on his face vanished instantly.

Just a moment ago they were crying and wailing, but now they're beaming with joy.

"What a treasure! This is simply a divine sword!"

As Zhang Chulan touched it, his eyes shone brightly as he repeatedly praised it:

"Old Ma's masterful craftsmanship, combined with your divine energy nurturing, Master, makes this an absolute marvel!"

Zhang Chulan liked it more and more the more he looked at it.

He suddenly jumped up from the grass.

He raised the watermelon knife with one hand and pointed it straight at the sky.

His facial expression twisted completely at that moment, as excited as a villain who had just obtained a peerless secret manual.

"Jie Jie Jie!!!"

A strange, irritating laugh that was both annoying and arrogant came from Zhang Chulan's mouth.

He brandished a watermelon knife in the yard, shouting triumphantly:

"I have everything I need now!"

"With this knife, what more could I, Zhang Chulan, need!"

"The Wang family, right?! The Ten Elders, right?! I'm going to take them down right now!!!"

Just as Zhang Chulan was waving a watermelon knife and acting crazy in the yard.

Footsteps echoed from the corner of the backyard corridor.

Wang Ye and Lu Linglong were holding two bottles of iced cola.

The two had just strolled over, intending to find Zhang Tianyi to have some afternoon tea.