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

Under the pitch-black night sky.

A dazzling, laser-like golden light suddenly shone!

Immediately afterwards, a naked figure, like an ancient war god, charged towards a large tree with that golden light and launched a brutal attack.

"I am a woodpecker!!!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the video, Zhang Chulan's heart-wrenching roar and the mournful cry of the tree were heard with crystal clarity.

The rhythm and the visual impact were absolutely explosive.

Quiet.

A deathly silence fell over the viewing platform.

The teacup held by the old master trembled slightly in mid-air, its contents rippling in circles.

Lu Jin's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, his old eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and he made a "clucking" sound in his throat, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Tian Jinzhong was completely frozen in his wheelchair, his eyes glazed over, as if he had witnessed some miracle beyond human comprehension.

"This……"

After a full half minute, Lu Jin finally stretched out her finger tremblingly and pointed to the dot on the screen that was struggling against the tree:

"This is... Huaiyi's grandson?!"

"This...this is the Golden Light Mantra?!"

"This is the Golden Light Mantra?!"

Lu Jin felt that his qi, which he had cultivated for a hundred years, almost went mad at this moment.

The Golden Light Mantra is a protective divine light, it is the orthodox Taoism, and it is solemn and sacred!

How did it become... become such a useless battering ram in this kid's hands?!

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing everyone's reactions, Zhang Tianyi put away his phone with satisfaction, slapped his thigh, and laughed wildly:

"How was it? Wasn't it eye-opening?"

"I knew this kid was a genius! A once-in-a-century prodigy!"

"To be able to cultivate the Golden Light Mantra to the point of localized hardening, and still emit such a dazzling light, and even use it for logging! Who among us can compare to this kind of imagination and creativity?"

"This……"

Tian Jinzhong finally realized what was happening. His face flushed red, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"A prodigy... truly a prodigy..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The old master coughed violently, his face turning red, feeling both embarrassed and amused, and also with a strange sense of... disappointment.

"A sin..."

Zhang Zhiwei looked up to the sky and sighed, "Grandmaster, I have failed in my duty of discipline..."

"but……"

The old master changed the subject, giving Zhang Tianyi a strange look, "Second brother, did you back up this video?"

"Of course!"

Zhang Tianyi patted his chest. "I've saved it all—on the cloud, hard drive, and USB drive. If Chu Lan ever dares to disobey, or tries to put on airs after becoming a Celestial Master, I'll project this video onto the LED screen at the entrance of Longhu Mountain and play it on a loop!"

"Yes, well done."

The old celestial master nodded with great satisfaction, "This is a family heirloom."

Just as the group was making comments and having a good time (disrespectful to their elders), they were discussing the video.

The referee's voice could be heard from the field below.

"Next game!"

"Zhang Lingyu of the Celestial Master's Mansion versus Wang Bing of the Wang Family!"

Upon hearing these two names, Zhang Tianyi, who had been laughing and joking, instantly stopped smiling.

He put his phone back in his pocket, leaned back in his chair, and his eyes behind his sunglasses turned somewhat cold.

"That brat from the Wang family..."

Zhang Tianyi watched as Wang Bing, who looked arrogant and exuded an evil aura, walked onto the stage, a cold smile curving his lips.

"That grandson of that old toad Wang Ai is probably no good either."

"Spirit Jade!"

Zhang Tianyi suddenly shouted down, without using Thunder Sound, but the sound clearly reached Zhang Lingyu's ears as she stepped onto the stage.

Zhang Lingyu paused, looking up at the high platform.

The usually unserious second uncle was now making a throat-slitting gesture at him with a serious expression.

"Don't give me face."

"Give him... cut him to death!"

Zhang Lingyu was slightly taken aback, and then a faint, yet murderous smile appeared on her usually cold face.

He bowed slightly towards the platform.

"Disciple obeys."

Chapter 30: Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals? It's nothing more than a slow poison!

The atmosphere on the viewing platform was somewhat subtle.

On the side of the Ten Elders' seating arrangement, Wang Aizheng had a gloomy old face, and the cane in his hand thumped loudly on the ground.

His cloudy yet piercing eyes were fixed on the arena below.

His beloved grandson, Wang Bing, had just come on stage, and his arrogant, haughty demeanor was exactly like his grandfather's.

On the other side, Zhang Tianyi was sitting with his legs crossed, completely lacking proper posture.

He held a handful of top-grade Da Hong Pao tea leaves that he had taken from Lu Jin. He didn't brew them with water, but just chewed them dry, making a "crunching" sound, as if he were eating some kind of instant noodles.

"Hey, um, Xiao Feng."

Zhang Tianyi suddenly spat the tea leaves in his mouth into the trash can next to him and waved to Feng Zhenghao, who was sitting upright at the end of the table.

Feng Zhenghao was sitting there, seemingly lost in thought, pondering how to survive in the gap between the Wang family and the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Hearing the call, he jumped, quickly adjusted his glasses, and strode forward, bending his back with perfect posture.

"Senior Tian Shu, did you call me?"

"Don't be so reserved, come, sit here."

Zhang Tianyi patted the empty seat next to him—a spot he had just vacated by forcibly pushing Lu Jin away, a slightly awkward distance from Wang Ai.

Feng Zhenghao was flattered and sat down carefully, only daring to touch half of the chair with his bottom.

He glanced at Wang Ai, whose face was ashen, not far away, and felt a little uneasy.

These two great gods are fighting, and if I, a junior, get too close, I could easily fall into their trap.

Zhang Tianyi seemed to see through his thoughts, and a playful smile appeared on her lips.

Instead of speaking directly, he extended a finger and gently touched the air between them.

"Zi-"

An extremely subtle, almost invisible electrostatic magnetic field instantly spread out, enveloping the two of them.

This magnetic field isolates the transmission of sound. To outsiders, they appear to be sitting together, but no specific conversation can be heard.

After doing all this, Zhang Tianyi slowly spoke, her voice ringing directly in Feng Zhenghao's ear:

"Xiao Feng, you don't look too well. Are you still worried about your precious son?"

Feng Zhenghao, who was in the electrostatic soundproofing, was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

In the previous match, that bastard Wang Bing not only defeated Feng Xingtong, but also publicly humiliated the Feng family, and even forced the spirit body that Feng Xingtong had painstakingly cultivated to dissipate.

"Senior is too kind. We were outmatched and deserved to lose. It's just that our Feng family's methods were inadequate, so we can't blame anyone else," Feng Zhenghao said in a low voice.

"The methods aren't up to par?"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled, leaning slightly towards Feng Zhenghao, a hint of mockery in his eyes:

"Are you thinking that the Feng family's method of summoning spirits is only incomplete, while the Wang family possesses the complete version capable of controlling spirits? Is that why you're afraid, and feel inferior?"

Feng Zhenghao's body stiffened abruptly, and his fingers involuntarily gripped his knee.

This is his inner demon, and also the Feng family's greatest pain.

"Senior... the facts are right in front of you."

Feng Zhenghao's voice was bitter. "The method of absorbing spirits can infinitely strengthen oneself by devouring spirits, and it has absolute suppression over spirits. This method... is indeed domineering."

"overbearing?"

Zhang Tianyi shook his head as if he had heard a joke, his eyes becoming unfathomable:

"Xiao Feng, you're a smart person, how come you're confused about your own family's unique skills?"

He pointed to Wang Bing, who was shouting in the ring:

“Take a closer look at that kid. He's absorbed so much spiritual energy, he seems to have become stronger, but is his mental state normal right now?”

Feng Zhenghao followed the gaze.

On the arena, Wang Bing summoned a black spirit with a frenzied expression, then opened his mouth wide as if eating a snack, and forcibly tore the spirit to pieces and swallowed it.

As the spirit entered his stomach, Wang Bing's Qi did indeed surge, but the bloodshot veins in his eyes also increased, and he appeared irritable and distorted, like a wild beast that was about to lose control at any moment.

“Senior, what do you mean…” Feng Zhenghao’s heart stirred.