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

Chapter 32 A gentleman as refined as jade, unparalleled in the world

The final of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony ultimately came to a close amidst a poignant atmosphere.

It has to be said, experience is the best teacher.

In order to ensure Zhang Chulan's victory and to allow that shameless person to rightfully take on the responsibility of the Celestial Master's title, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei even went so far as to poison his own disciple's breakfast.

On the arena, Zhang Lingyu gave it his all, his Yin Five Thunders transforming into a vast, dark pool in the north, almost freezing the entire arena.

But at the last moment, a strange feeling of weakness suddenly swept over his entire body, making it impossible for him to even stand up.

"I... lost."

As Zhang Lingyu collapsed, his face filled with resentment and confusion, the referee's hesitant announcement of "Zhang Chulan wins" brought this farcical final to an end.

Zhang Chulan won.

But his victory was uneasy, and he was even a little confused.

He scratched his head, watching his junior uncle being carried away on a stretcher, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

……

"Alright, stop pretending."

In the backstage dressing room, Zhang Tianyi was facing the mirror, slowly and methodically removing the thick layer of disguise from his face.

He tore off the lewd mole, washed away the deliberately darkened skin, revealing his original fair and jade-like face, which seemed to have a built-in soft-focus filter.

"Although my senior brother's move was a bit underhanded, it was also well-intentioned."

While fixing her hair, Zhang Tianyi said to Zhang Zhiwei, who was changing clothes next to her:

“Lingyu is too proud and too rigid. Letting him lose once and experience a setback will be good for him in the future.”

The old celestial master sighed, his expression somewhat unnatural:

"Second brother, don't try to cover for me. If word gets out that I used underhanded tactics on my apprentice, I'll lose all face."

"But I have no choice... That secret is too heavy. If Lingyu knew about it, or accepted it, it might not be a blessing for him."

"So you're just shifting the blame to Chu Lan?"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled and turned around.

At this moment, he had completely shed that eye-catching outfit.

Instead, he was given a snow-white satin robe with cloud patterns, specially preserved for him by the Celestial Master's Mansion, symbolizing his extremely high seniority.

The robe was pure white, with only the cuffs and collar embroidered with delicate thundercloud patterns in silver thread.

The fabric, of unknown material, draped beautifully and shimmered subtly with movement.

His long, black hair was no longer haphazardly sticking out like that of a spirited young man, but was casually tied back with an antique white jade hairpin.

A few stray hairs fell across her forehead, adding to her languid and otherworldly air.

"How was it, Senior Brother?"

Zhang Tianyi opened her arms and smiled slightly.

In that instant, the light inside the room seemed to brighten a bit.

The goofy guy who used to talk nonsense and dance the social dance is gone.

Standing there was a true immortal, a being who had come from the old era and transcended the years.

Looking at his handsome junior brother, Zhang Zhiwei felt as if he had returned to Longhu Mountain more than seventy years ago.

Back then, whenever this second junior brother wore formal attire and came down the mountain, he would definitely turn heads.

Even the daughters of those prestigious families would go out of their way to Longhu Mountain to burn incense, just to catch a glimpse of him.

"What a monster..."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, but a smile played on his lips:

"Alright, let's go. It's time for us old folks to make our appearance."

"Since it's an awards ceremony, it needs to have a sense of ceremony. Your appearance will probably steal the hearts of those young people."

"Absolutely."

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes:

"Shaking the dance is life, and wearing a Taoist robe is work. Since it's work, we have to be dedicated and show everyone what level our face of Longhu Mountain really is."

……

Front of the mountain, the square of the main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

It was already packed with people.

Although the competition is over, the awards ceremony is the main event.

After all, besides the qualification to succeed the Celestial Master, there is another bombshell—the Tongtian Lu, one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

All the extraordinary individuals, whether they had lost or were just watching, gathered around the square, craning their necks to see the final result.

Lu Jin, Feng Zhenghao, Lü Ci, Wang Ai, and the other ten elders were already seated on the viewing platform.

"Where's Zhang Pikachu? I haven't seen him."

"Yeah, that energetic young man may have forfeited, but he was still a semi-finalist. Where did he go?"

"I guess he felt embarrassed and left first? After all, that kind of outfit is really not appropriate for such a formal occasion."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, all searching for the pink figure that had brought them so much joy and a lot of吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments) over the past few days.

Just then.

"when--"

A melodious bell rang out, echoing atop Longhu Mountain.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

The main hall doors slowly opened.

Surrounded by a group of Taoist priests in yellow robes, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei walked out slowly with steady steps.

With a smile on his face and an air of composure, he exuded the demeanor of a grandmaster.

however.

Today, everyone's gaze lingered on the old master for only a second before being drawn to the figure beside him.

I can't move it anymore.

Who is that?

Walking half a step to the left of the old Celestial Master was a young Taoist priest dressed in a snow-white robe.

He was tall and slender, like a jade tree standing tall in the clouds.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, gilding his white Taoist robe with a faint golden edge, making him look sacred and inviolable.

He walked with light steps, his clothes fluttering, as if he were walking on clouds.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling the hair around his ears and revealing his handsome face, almost demonic.

Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, and her eyes were like stars.

The playfulness and madness of the past were gone from those eyes, replaced by a calm and profound understanding of the world, and the faint purple light that flowed around them added a touch of mysterious nobility.

He walked quietly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Neither aloof nor overly affectionate.

It is like a spring breeze on your face, and like a towering mountain to be admired.

"Holy crap..."

In the crowd, someone let out an involuntary gasp, breaking the deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, the entire square erupted into chaos, as if a pot had been boiled over!

"Who...who is this?!"

"My God! This is so cool! Who is this high-ranking master from Longhu Mountain? I've never seen him before!"

"This aura... is amazing! It's almost on par with Zhang Lingyu from before, and even... even more ethereal and domineering than Zhang Lingyu!"

"Mom! I'm in love! I want to become a nun! I want to be a Taoist nun!"

Several young female supernatural beings clutched their chests, their faces as red as ripe apples, their eyes sparkling.

The male supernatural beings, on the other hand, stared in disbelief, dumbfounded.

"This...this person looks kind of familiar."

"Wait! He's standing next to the Celestial Master! And walking side by side! This status..."

Zhuge Qing stood in the crowd, nearly dropping the teacup he was playing with.

He squinted his fox-like eyes, staring intently at the figure in white on the stage. The image in his mind of the figure in a tight-fitting outfit, waving his hands in a flowery gesture, was gradually collapsing and reforming.

"Old Wang..."

Zhuge Qing nudged Wang Ye, who was also staring wide-eyed:

"You have good eyesight, can you take a look for me..."

"That person...could it be...Zhang Pikachu?"

Wang Ye swallowed, feeling a dryness in his throat.

He had seen that terrifying sea of ​​lightning in the inner realm; he would recognize that aura even if it turned to ashes.

"It's...it's him."

Wang Ye's voice was trembling:

"It's that... gentleman."

"Holy crap! The contrast is too much! This young man turns into a god after washing his face? Is this some kind of disguise or plastic surgery?!"