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

It was accompanied by a deafening roar.

A humanoid lightning bolt, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, shot into the sky and hovered in mid-air.

Purple lightning filled the sky and surrounded him, like a magnificent suit of divine lightning armor.

Zhang Tianyi slowly opened his eyes.

Purple lightning flashed.

He took a deep breath, feeling the new power within his body.

"Hehehe... I've succeeded, Daoist Master!!"

"Finally... out."

His voice wasn't loud, but it boomed loudly with the amplification of the thunder.

Having just broken free from the seal, his consciousness was still somewhat chaotic, and the power within his body was difficult to control.

Just then, Zhang Tianyi's mental network sensed an extremely powerful aura rapidly approaching.

Its aura was incredibly powerful.

Subconsciously, it's also to release the excess energy in the body.

Zhang Tianyi raised his right hand.

A massive bolt of purple divine lightning, carrying a world-destroying force, blasted towards that direction!

"boom!!!"

Wherever the lightning passed, space seemed to distort.

"You little bastard! You just woke up and you're already trying to murder your own senior brother?!"

A familiar angry shout rang out amidst the lightning.

The old celestial master who rushed over did not dodge or avoid, but stood with one hand in front of his chest.

hum!

At this moment, the golden light spell on the old master's body was activated to its maximum!

The golden light was so intense that it no longer resembled light, but rather an incredibly thick golden city wall.

He stood firmly in front of that purple lightning bolt!

Two unparalleled forces of the era collided violently in mid-air.

The shockwave from the explosion leveled everything within a radius of 100 meters.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The old Celestial Master still maintained the posture of raising one hand, but half of the cuff of his Taoist robe had been burned.

Two deep pits were created on the ground beneath their feet.

He lowered his hand, and his old eyes, which were usually half-closed, were now wide open, staring at the young figure in mid-air.

Although more than seventy years have passed.

Although the other party's temperament has changed from the eerie arrogance of yesteryear to something even more unfathomable, like a true god of thunder.

But that face still looks like it did when I was twenty.

He was still that mischievous devil whom he and his master both loved and hated.

In mid-air, the lightning around Zhang Tianyi gradually subsided, revealing his fair, jade-like skin and his long, wildly flowing hair.

He looked down at the white-haired, wrinkled old Taoist priest on the ground and tilted his head.

He revealed a mocking smile.

"Hey, isn't this Zhang the Big Guy?"

Zhang Tianyi slowly landed on the ground, walked up to the old master, and looked him up and down without any restraint.

"Tsk tsk tsk, how did you get so old?"

"Your face is all wrinkled, you look like an old bitter gourd. If your master saw you like this, he'd probably jump out of his grave and scold you for being useless."

Hearing this incredibly familiar teasing, and looking at the young face that had haunted his dreams for half his life, he felt a deep connection to the person in front of him.

The old master's eyes instantly reddened.

His lips trembled slightly, a thousand words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

The second child is back!

Really back!

He subconsciously reached out, wanting to touch his junior brother's face to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

however.

Just as his hand was about to touch Zhang Tianyi.

The old master immediately held back the tears in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

A golden slap landed mercilessly on the back of Zhang Tianyi's head.

Zhang Tianyi staggered from the blow, clutching his head and staring at the old master in disbelief:

"Holy crap! You bastard, are you insane?! We haven't seen each other for decades, and you start fighting the moment we meet?!"

The old Celestial Master withdrew his hand, striving to maintain his dignified demeanor, and roared with glaring eyes:

"You insolent brat! No respect for elders! What kind of big-nosed Zhang is he! Call him Senior Brother Sect Leader!!"

After shouting that, the old master turned around, his back to Zhang Tianyi.

From an angle unseen by his junior apprentice, the centenarian quietly raised his sleeve and wiped the corner of his eye.

It's good that you're back.

That wretched thing is finally back.

Chapter 3 Who did this to my adorable junior brother?

The front courtyard of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Rong Shan and his disciples were on high alert.

The commotion on the back mountain just now was enormous; the soaring purple lightning and golden light looked like gods fighting.

Everyone was on tenterhooks, fearing that some peerless monster was attacking the mountain.

"They're here! Master is back!"

The sharp-eyed young Taoist pointed into the distance and shouted.

The disciples hurriedly looked over and saw the old Celestial Master walking back with his hands behind his back and a steady gait.

And beside the old Celestial Master, there was actually a... ragged young man?

The man looked to be in his early twenties at most, with fair skin that seemed to glow, and long hair that was casually draped over his shoulders.

He was wearing an ill-fitting spare Taoist robe that belonged to the old Celestial Master.

It looked loose and baggy, revealing a large expanse of his muscular chest.

The strangest thing was that the young man walked with an extremely arrogant posture.

As he walked, he looked around and muttered something to himself.

Even the usually dignified and imposing Celestial Master had to tilt his head to listen to him speak.

As the two approached, Rong Shan hurriedly went to greet them, his gaze sweeping warily over Zhang Tianyi before he respectfully bowed to the Old Celestial Master.

“Master, there was a strange disturbance in the back mountain just now, and we disciples were all very worried. May I ask who this young benefactor is…”

Rong Shan wondered to himself, "Could this be a refugee that my master picked up from somewhere?"

Or perhaps one of the survivors from the commotion?

"Young benefactor?"

Zhang Tianyi stopped, looking at Rong Shan with a half-smile, then turned to Zhang Zhiwei, raising an eyebrow:

"Big guy, is this the apprentice you taught? He has no sense of smell."

"A...a big guy?!"

Rongshan and his disciples were utterly astonished.

How could anyone in this world dare to call the Old Celestial Master "Big Guy"?

Are you tired of living?

Zhang Zhiwei blushed, coughed, then straightened his face and slapped Rong Shan on the forehead:

"You insolent wretch! What little benefactor! Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

The old celestial master took a deep breath, pointed at Zhang Tianyi beside him, and spoke in a loud voice that echoed throughout the entire venue:

"This is your senior uncle! He is also the person of the highest seniority in my Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion, besides myself and that good-for-nothing Tian Jinzhong!"

"Hurry up and kneel down and kowtow to me! Call me Second Uncle!"

The surroundings were deathly silent.

All the disciples were dumbfounded, looking at the white-haired old Celestial Master.

Then look at Zhang Tianyi, whose face is full of collagen and looks so tender it seems like you could squeeze water out of it.

Is this the damn martial uncle?

Is he the advisor?

This looks smaller than most of us!

“Master…you must be joking. This young…this senior doesn’t even look older than me.”

Rongshan looked constipated.