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

His daily life is entirely in your hands! If he dares to disobey, use my name to pressure him!

Xia He leaned closer to Zhang Lingyu, smiling as she looked at his handsome face that immediately stiffened, and asked in return:

"What's wrong, Junior Uncle?"

"Are you now planning to disobey even the Second Master's orders?"

"Second Master ordered me to keep an eye on you, do you dare to disobey?"

boom!

That statement was a fatal blow!

The air in the entire dining hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

The young Taoist priests below gasped in astonishment, their eyes filled with awe.

Master Tian Shu!

That's a living ancestor that even the Old Celestial Master wouldn't dare to easily provoke!

His words were like imperial edicts in Longhu Mountain!

Upon hearing these words, Zhang Lingyu's shoulders, which had been struggling, instantly slumped.

He opened his mouth, looking at Xia He's smug face, and then at his master in the main seat who not only didn't stop her but was also watching the show with a smile.

Desperate.

Are you trying to intimidate me with my second uncle?

Who the hell would dare to resist?!

If he dared to say "no," he could even imagine his second uncle making a phone call up the mountain and then being struck on the head by lightning.

"I……"

Zhang Lingyu swallowed hard, her once straight back now limp like a deflated balloon.

He completely resigned himself to his fate.

"This disciple... dares not disobey the decree of my second master."

Zhang Lingyu lowered his head, letting Xia He hold his sleeve, his voice filled with helpless compromise:

"If you... you want to get involved, then go ahead and do it."

"yeah!"

Xia He cheered inwardly.

Her smile grew even more gentle and virtuous as she took Zhang Lingyu's arm and leaned softly against him.

"That's right. Here, the porridge is getting cold. I'll help you finish it."

Seeing this usually aloof and unapproachable young master now being completely controlled by Xia He like a punching bag.

The young Taoist priests in the dining hall finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Pfft..."

It's unclear who started it, but soon the entire dining hall erupted in laughter.

"Hahaha! The young master has been completely outmaneuvered!"

"Second Master is awesome! He can even subdue the young master remotely without being on the mountain!"

"This is called one thing subduing another. Aunt Xia He did a great job!"

The old master sat in the main seat, listening to the laughter filling the hall and watching his disciple's humiliated expression.

He smiled and shook his head, then picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Longhu Mountain is getting more and more lively."

The old master sighed inwardly.

He turned his head and glanced at Tian Jinzhong, who was eating a steamed bun with gusto next to him. The two brothers exchanged a knowing smile.

......

Meanwhile, at the Beijing International Airport terminal.

The airport terminal was bustling with noise.

At this moment, the atmosphere at the VIP exit of Terminal 3 seemed somewhat strange.

Dozens of special agents from NaDuTong, dressed in black suits and wearing headsets, surrounded the exit passage, making it completely impassable.

Every three steps there was a guard, every five steps a sentry, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Zhao Fangxu personally oversaw the operation.

He was dressed in a very formal dark suit today, and his pot-bellied body stood behind the police line.

"Chairman Zhao, the first batch of flights has landed. It's a delegation from the European Alchemists' Association."

Xu Si, the head of the North China region, walked up to Zhao Fangxu with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips and reported in a low voice.

Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath, put the handkerchief back in his pocket, and straightened his tie:

"Xiao Si told them to cheer up. These foreigners aren't here for sightseeing; they're all arrogant and conceited."

Our hospitality must be impeccable; we cannot tarnish the reputation of the Chinese supernatural community.

"Don't worry, Chairman Zhao, security and the convoy are all arranged perfectly, ensuring no leaks." Xu Si nodded.

Ten minutes later.

The automatic doors of the VIP passage slid open slowly.

A group of more than a dozen blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners dressed in various styles swaggered out.

Leading the way was an elderly man dressed in a tailcoat, leaning on a cane inlaid with a large ruby.

Ivanov, the vice president of the European Alchemists' Association.

As soon as this group of people came out, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop a few degrees.

The undisguised arrogance and powerful aura emanating from them made the special agents present involuntarily tense up.

Zhao Fangxu immediately put on a standard diplomatic smile and strode forward to greet him.

"Mr. Ivanov, welcome to Beijing."

Zhao Fangxu extended his hand and greeted him in fluent English.

Ivanov stopped and arrogantly looked Zhao Fangxu up and down.

He didn't reach out to shake it, but instead placed both hands on the cane, a contemptuous sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Chairman Zhao, the air in your China is really... polluted."

The young men behind him also let out a few shrill laughs.

In their perception, the leader of this extraordinary Chinese group was actually so weak?!

One of the tall, white youths deliberately released an invisible pressure, heading straight for Zhao Fangxu.

"boom!"

Xu Si's eyes turned cold. He took a step forward and stood in front of Zhao Fangxu, his Qi instantly dispersing the oppressive aura.

"Gentlemen, this is China. Behave yourselves," Xu Si warned coldly.

"Oh? It seems you do have a couple of capable doormen here."

Instead of backing down, Ivanov tapped the ground with his cane.

"Chairman Zhao, we've come here with sincerity to exchange ideas. We hope those so-called 'Ten Elders' of China won't disappoint us too much."

"Otherwise, we won't be so polite about our share at the negotiating table."

This is blatant provocation!

Zhao Fangxu's smile remained unchanged, but a cold glint flashed deep in his eyes.

These bastards started giving us a hard time as soon as we got off the plane; they're definitely up to no good.

"Mr. Ivanov, rest assured, the profound knowledge and expertise of the Chinese supernatural community will definitely broaden your horizons."

Zhao Fangxu stepped aside and gestured for them to proceed: "The convoy is ready. Please move to the hotel."

Watching the group of foreigners arrogantly get into the stretch Lincoln, Xu Si spat.

"Chairman Zhao, these bastards are too damn arrogant! Should I send someone to teach them a lesson on the way?"

"Not urgent."

Zhao Fangxu sneered, his gaze deep:

"Let them run wild for a couple of days. On the day of the formal talks... they'll have their day to cry."

Compared to that gentleman, how arrogant are these foreigners?

That's child's play!!

Chapter 230: How is the Analects used?! Zhang Tianyi: Winning People Over with Virtue!

Xishan Manor, the sun-drenched backyard.

Zhang Tianyi seems to be in a good mood today.

Instead of playing games inside, he had a three-meter-long huanghuali wood painting table placed in the center of the courtyard.

The table was covered with fine Huizhou Xuan paper, and next to it were top-quality Duan inkstones and wolf-hair brushes.

"Master, you can also write calligraphy?"

Chen Duo stood beside the painting table, holding an ink stick in her hand, obediently grinding ink for him.

She wore a beige knit sweater today, and her long hair was simply tied up, making her look very gentle and graceful.

"Of course. I'm an all-rounder, proficient in everything from music and chess to calligraphy and painting."

Zhang Tianyi rolled up the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe, revealing his fair and muscular forearms.