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

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes widened. "He's just practicing a method to preserve his youth; he's actually older than your grandfather! Kneel down!"

When the Celestial Master gets angry, it's no small matter.

"Greetings, Second Martial Uncle!"

Although Rong Shan was full of doubts, he dared not disobey and took the lead by kneeling down with a thud.

Splash!

Dozens of disciples behind him also knelt down, shouting in unison, "Greetings, Second Master!"

Looking at the sea of ​​disciples and followers kneeling before him, Zhang Tianyi's mockery gradually faded, replaced by a look of deep emotion.

More than seventy years ago, he was also a troublemaker who followed his master around.

When he woke up, he found himself to be everyone's ancestor.

"Alright, get up, everyone."

Zhang Tianyi casually waved his hand, a faint arc of electricity flickering at his fingertips.

"Since it's our first meeting, I didn't prepare any red envelopes. Consider this thunderbolt a small gift."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his finger.

Crackling sounds!

Dozens of weak electric currents instantly drilled into the bodies of every disciple present.

The disciples trembled and were about to cry out when they discovered that the electric current had transformed into a warm current after entering their bodies, quickly clearing several meridians that had been blocked for a long time.

Rong Shan was even more shocked to discover that the bottleneck in his cultivation that had been holding him back for so long had actually loosened!

"This is... the innate thunder qi cleansing the marrow?!"

Rong Shan was shocked and this time, he kowtowed again with genuine sincerity.

"Thank you for your merit, Second Martial Uncle!"

Once this move was revealed, no one present had any further doubts.

Such effortless skill is extraordinary!

……

After dismissing the disciples, Zhang Tianyi followed Zhang Zhiwei into the inner courtyard.

Throughout the journey, Zhang Tianyi's eyes were constantly searching for something.

"Big guy, why are you only looking at these juniors? Where's Big Ears Thief?"

Zhang Tianyi asked seemingly casually, but his tone revealed a hint of urgency:

"That kid may be a coward, but he has a keen sense of smell. With all this noise, he must know I'm awake."

"What? Hiding away and afraid to see me? Afraid I'll beat him up for stealing my underwear back then?"

He knew that Big Ear Thief might die like in the original story, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.

What if... there's a butterfly effect?

Or perhaps he simply didn't want to accept it, or believe it...

Upon hearing the words "big-eared thief," Zhang Zhiwei, who was walking in front, paused slightly.

Zhang Tianyi keenly noticed that moment of stiffness.

"what happened?"

Zhang Tianyi stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Huaiyi... something happened to him?"

Zhang Zhiwei turned his back to his junior brother and remained silent for a moment before slowly turning around.

On that aged face, a smile more painful than a grimace was forced:

"Huaiyi's story... is a long one. He went down the mountain and hasn't returned for many years."

"They've come down the mountain?"

Zhang Tianyi narrowed his eyes, "Defected?"

"...I guess so."

Zhang Zhiwei gave vague answers, seemingly unwilling to elaborate, and immediately changed the subject.

"Forget about that big-eared thief for now. You have an old friend who has been waiting for you his whole life."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhiwei pointed to a quiet, secluded courtyard in front of him.

"Second brother, prepare yourself mentally. Jinzhong... is not quite the same as you remember him."

Zhang Tianyi's heart skipped a beat.

Tian Jinzhong.

That honest, slightly chubby junior brother who always followed them around.

Before Zhang Tianyi went into seclusion, Tian Jinzhong was a lively and chubby little boy.

What happened in Jinzhong?

Without asking any further questions, Zhang Tianyi flashed and transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing into the side courtyard.

Push open the door.

The room was dimly lit and had a medicinal smell and a faint sandalwood scent.

Zhang Tianyi stood at the doorway, and after his eyes adjusted to the light, his gaze fell on the center of the room.

An elderly man, emaciated as a rake, sat in a specially made wheelchair.

The old man was wearing a loose Taoist robe, but the sleeves and trouser legs of that robe...

It's all empty.

It has no hands.

It has no feet.

It's like a human stick that has had its limbs cut off...

"Senior brother...is it Second Senior Brother who has arrived?"

Hearing the noise, the elderly man in the wheelchair struggled to lift his head.

A hint of expectation lingered on his wrinkled face, and his voice was old and weak.

boom!

At that moment, Zhang Tianyi felt a booming sound in his mind, as if a thunderclap had exploded.

He stood there blankly, staring at the disabled old man, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

This...is this Jinzhong?

Is this the clumsy but always cheerful little chubby boy who calls out, "Second Brother, wait for me!"

The events in the original story did not deviate in any way because of my arrival...

The scene I least dared to imagine, and least wanted to believe, still happened...

A terrifying killing intent, mixed with the violent power of thunder, erupted uncontrollably from Zhang Tianyi's body.

The tables, chairs, and benches inside the room began to shake, and the light bulbs shattered!

"Who did this...?"

Zhang Tianyi squeezed out those three words through gritted teeth, his voice icy cold.

"Who...turned him into this?!"

Tian Jinzhong, in his wheelchair, shuddered.

That sound...

This domineering and unreasonable aura...

That familiar surge of lightning magic...

Tian Jinzhong's eyes widened suddenly as he stared intently at the young figure that was faintly visible in the lightning flashes at the doorway.

Tears welled up instantly.

He struggled to get up, but almost fell off the wheelchair because he had no hands or feet.

"Second...Second Senior Brother?!"

"Is that you? Second Senior Brother!!"

"Waaaaah... You're finally awake... Jinzhong thought... thought he'd never see you again in this lifetime..."

The nearly 100-year-old man burst into tears, just like a wronged child seeing his parents.

The murderous intent in Zhang Tianyi's eyes instantly transformed into endless sorrow.

He stepped in front of the wheelchair and squatted down.

No matter how strong he is now, no matter if he is Thor or anything else.

At this moment, he was just the second senior brother of Longhu Mountain.

He reached out his hand, trembling, wanting to hug his disabled junior brother, but afraid of hurting him.

My hand was hanging in mid-air, my fingertips were trembling.

"Jinzhong... Senior Brother is late."

"Senior brother overslept..."

Tell me, who did it?

Zhang Tianyi raised his head, and in his plasma-filled eyes, only one thought remained—

destroy!