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

This thing is a top-tier natural treasure in the black market of the supernatural world, with a price that is impossible to find!

Even a small piece is enough to make those old men fight tooth and nail for it!

And the original alchemy?!

If this were taken back to the family, it would definitely be a top-secret document that they would treasure and keep!

"Second Master...you gave this to us?" Wang Ye swallowed hard, his previous air of arrogance as an "outsider" vanishing instantly.

"What? You think it takes up too much space? Then, Chu Lan, you can use it to weigh down instant noodles." Zhang Tianyi pretended to take it back.

"No, no, no! Yes! Of course I want it!"

Wang Ye reacted quickly, snatching the item into his arms even faster than when he was setting up the Qimen formation.

His face, which always looked like he hadn't slept, was now beaming with a smile, and his back was bent over with a silky smooth curve.

"Thank you so much for your generosity, Second Master. Your magnanimity is truly admirable. From now on, I'll cover your sedan chair whenever you travel! Anyone who tries to take it from me will have to face my wrath!"

Zhuge Qing quickly tucked the scroll into his robes and bowed, saying, "Heaven is so generous. The Zhuge family of Jiangnan will always keep its doors open for you."

Zhang Chulan watched from the side and grimaced, cursing inwardly: These two change their minds faster than flipping through a book!

After dismissing the two laborers, Zhang Tianyi turned to look at Xiao Zizai, who had been standing quietly to the side.

"Xiao Xiao, why don't you pick out some things you like? There are quite a few new and interesting things here."

"Thank you, Master!" Xiao Zizai stepped forward eagerly, having already set his sights on a strange little knife.

Zhang Tianyi waved his hand and finally looked at the girls.

Chen Duo and Lu Linglong were already squatting on the carpet, picking and choosing among the sparkling gems.

"Linglong, take whichever piece of jewelry you like. Girl, keep those few pieces of the best quality magic cores; I'll have someone make a protective bracelet for you later."

After giving his instructions, Zhang Tianyi's gaze fell on Feng Baobao, who was squatting in the far corner.

Feng Baobao didn't look at the gold and silver jewelry, nor did she care about any magical artifacts or secret manuals.

She was pulling a golden goblet, about the size of a washbasin, out of a pile of clutter.

This appears to be a giant wine vessel used by a medieval king, made of pure gold and inlaid with two rings of rubies and sapphires.

"Bao'er, what are you doing with this thing? It's heavy, but it has no practical value at all." Zhang Chulan asked, puzzled, as he leaned closer.

Feng Baobao wiped the dust off the golden cup with her sleeve and weighed it in her hand with great satisfaction.

"This stuff is good."

She looked up, her eyes very serious:

"It has a large opening and a deep belly. It can be used to make five packs of instant noodles at once."

"Moreover, this gold casing dissipates heat slowly, so the dough doesn't easily clump together."

The entire living room fell silent for two seconds.

Then, Zhang Tianyi chuckled and gave her a thumbs up:

"Good eye! Pragmatism is paramount."

"Chu Lan, wash that golden cup clean later. Tonight, let's soak a few packets of pickled cabbage in it to test its quality!"

……

The people at Xishan Manor were happily dividing up the spoils.

Meanwhile, at Behemoth's research base, far across the ocean, the atmosphere was extremely eerie.

Inside the cold, sterile interrogation room, the ticking of various precision instruments echoed rhythmically.

Captain Hank stood outside the one-way glass, his brows furrowed, looking at the medical report in his hand.

Inside the glass.

He was hanging upside down, wearing a hospital gown, with his hands locked to an iron chair by specially made electronic shackles.

He hung his head, looking utterly terrified.

"Sirs, how long are you going to keep me locked up?"

Hanging upside down, he cried out into the air:

"I'm really not some upside-down guy! My name is Charles! I own a barbershop in Chinatown! And I have an apprentice named Tony!"

"Have you arrested the wrong person? I wouldn't even dare kill a chicken!"

Outside the interrogation room, Ron pushed open the door and walked in.

He took the report from Hank's hand, glanced at it, and his face turned extremely ugly.

"Are you sure this person is hanging upside down? You didn't arrest the wrong person, did you?" Ron pointed at the upside-down figure in the glass, suppressing his anger as he asked.

Hank wiped away his cold sweat, his tone full of frustration:

“Mr. Ron, we have confirmed it repeatedly, and his genetic data is indeed that of an upside-down man.”

"but……"

Hank flipped to the second page of the report, pointing to the long list of medical examination data:

"The research department drew his blood and conducted a full set of nuclear magnetic resonance and energy spectrum tests."

“There was absolutely no sign of any supernatural power within him. Not even a trace of residual Qi could be found.”

"Not only that." Hank swallowed, his expression strange.

"The test results showed that he had mild fatty liver. He also had some lumbar strain, which is typical of the sub-healthy state of a middle-aged person who sits for long periods of time and does not exercise."

"This...this doesn't match his previous data at all. I'm starting to doubt if it's him!"

Ron's lips twitched violently after hearing this.

He looked through the one-way glass at the man inside who was sniffling and shouting, "I need to find a lawyer."

"One of the only two successful subjects for SP1 is already gone?!"

Ron was so angry that he slammed the medical report on the table.

That explains why the instruments can't detect it.

After being tricked by Zhang Tianyi while hanging upside down, not only was all of his energy drained, but his brain was also tampered with.

His body now is just an empty shell that has been drained dry.

Under the scan of the technological instruments, he looked even more ordinary than the average person!

"Mr. Ron, what should we do with this person?" Hank cautiously inquired, "Should we try electrocution?"

"Try it my ass!"

Ron tugged at his tie in frustration.

"We went to such great lengths to bring the Divine Tree back, and now all our energy should be focused on analyzing it! How can we have time to waste on a useless person?"

"Since he insists he's a barber..."

Ron sneered, looked at the upside-down figures inside, and gave his instructions:

"Throw him into the underground D-level personnel logistics area!"

"Make him cut those people's hair! Behemoth doesn't support idlers. Even a good-for-nothing has to do something to pay for my food!"

Ten minutes later.

Two armed guards entered the interrogation room and roughly pulled the person upside down from the chair.

"Behave yourself, Charles. You're lucky; you'll be staying in the base's logistics department as my Tony tutor from now on."

He was being pushed and shoved out, a terrified, silly grin plastered on his face, as he repeatedly bowed and thanked his superior.

Chapter 297 Extracting the Six Treasuries of Immortal Thieves and the Choice for Ruan Feng

Xishan Manor, inside the living room.

The spoils-sharing ceremony had just ended, and everyone was admiring their new treasures.

Zhang Tianyi leaned back on the sofa and let out a burp.

He kicked Zhang Chulan, who was standing next to him:

"Grandson, stop grinning like an idiot and let those two we brought back from the island out for some fresh air."

"Got it!"

Zhang Chulan immediately stuffed the gold coins in his hand into his pocket and took out the unusual food pouch from his lower back.

He pulled out the stopper and flicked his wrist.

"Thump! Thud!"

With two muffled thuds, two figures bound like rice dumplings with special ropes crashed to the ground.

One was a tall, foreign soldier named Barron, who was still in a deep coma.

The other one is Nguyen Phuong, who is round, large, and has a big bald head.

Although Ruan Feng's eight extraordinary meridians were sealed, his eyes were closed, the fat on his face twitched from time to time, and he let out an instinctive low growl.

"This old man has been alone for too long, and he's turned himself into a lunatic."

Zhang Chulan looked at Ruan Feng on the ground and clicked his tongue twice: "Master, are we just going to leave him like this? What if he wakes up later and goes berserk and bites people?"

"What's the rush? Professional matters should be left to professionals."

Zhang Tianyi waved towards the corner of the living room:

"Xiao Lü, stop standing there and get to work."

Zhang Tianyi had summoned Lü Liang well in advance.

Lu Liang, who had been keeping a low profile in the corner, was clearly still immersed in the shocking scene of the spoils being divided.

Upon hearing the summons, Lü Liang realized what was happening and quickly jogged over.

His face was plastered with a fawning smile: