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

He looked around and made sure that there was no one else around except for the drone's camera.

Only then did he grit his teeth, squat down, and turn his back around.

"Come on up!"

Wang Ye's face was dark, and his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth:

"I'm warning you, if you dare spit on my clothes, I'll throw you off right now!"

"Alright! Brother Wang, you can hold it!"

Zhang Chulan instantly dropped his previous aggrieved expression, as if his parents had just died.

With a single-leg leap, he smoothly jumped onto Wang Ye's back like a rocket.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Wang Ye's neck, rested her chin on Wang Ye's shoulder, and naturally wrapped her legs around Wang Ye's waist.

"Giddy up! Brother Wang, take off!" Zhang Chulan gave the order with a smug look on his face.

"You dare shout 'Drive' again?!" Wang Ye was so angry he almost threw him out.

Finally, Master Wang sighed resignedly, and carrying the giant baby weighing over 100 pounds on his back, he trudged towards the edge of the stone forest.

Zhang Chulan was lying comfortably on Wang Ye's back.

He showed no embarrassment whatsoever; on the contrary, he smiled broadly, radiating a sweet sense of triumph.

He would occasionally whisper "Brother Wang, you've worked hard" or "Brother Wang, you're so steady" in Wang Ye's ear, which made Wang Ye roll his eyes the whole way.

This scene was clearly captured by a drone in mid-air.

It was simultaneously broadcast live to the official global live stream.

The scene is set against a harsh, deserted island backdrop.

A Taoist priest, looking utterly helpless, carries a young man who's laughing like a fool on his back. The scene somehow exudes a strange...warmth?

The live stream chat exploded with an epic burst of comments!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What am I seeing?! Is this footage free to watch?!]

[Ahhhhh! Daoist Wang Ye's utterly dejected expression is so endearing! I give Chu Lan's display of affection a perfect score!]

[We were just witnessing life-and-death situations and carnage one minute, and suddenly this is a romantic drama? Director, this style change is too abrupt!]

[Help! Why is Zhang Chulan's gesture of resting his chin on Wang Ye's shoulder so damn sweet?!]

[I'm shipping this couple first! I've even thought of a name for them: 'Ye Chu'!]

[The one before that, I think 'Shameless Bibian and His Resentful Old Mother' would be a more fitting title, hahaha!]

Not only domestic netizens, but even foreign viewers who were analyzing tactics couldn't help but be shocked by this scene.

What? Is the Chinese team on vacation? Why do they look so relaxed?

This kind of trust—being able to carry each other even on the brink of life and death—is truly enviable.

In the rest area.

Feng Xingtong almost choked on her soda as she looked at the dense pink comments popping up on the screen.

He turned his head awkwardly and glanced at Zhang Tianyi sitting next to him.

Zhang Tianyi maintained that casual posture.

He watched the two figures on the screen walking further and further away, and stroked his chin.

"This grandson of mine really loves what he does."

Zhang Tianyi let out a short, sharp laugh, his tone carrying an undisguised protectiveness and smugness:

"They managed to trick this lawless young man into making it their personal car."

"My grandson, I have high hopes for you."

Chapter 345 Mysterious Secret Letter! The Truth of What Happened Back Then?

The atmosphere in the spectator hall was very lively.

Some cheered and raised their arms when their teammates won, while others, whose teammates were seriously injured, had gloomy faces and cursed loudly.

On one of the split screens.

Wang Ye, with a dark expression, was carrying the smug-looking Zhang Chulan on his back as they trudged through the muddy rainforest.

The scene was incredibly bizarre.

"Tsk tsk."

Zhang Tianyi held a toothpick in his hand, watching the screen and laughing.

"When I get back to Beijing, this will be enough for me to make fun of that old man from Wudang Mountain for half a year."

He was just figuring out how to sell the video to Zhuge Qing for a high price when...

A very light footstep came from behind the sofa.

A foreign waiter wearing a black vest and bow tie walked over, carrying a silver tray and slightly bowing.

The waiter had his eyes downcast, his facial muscles stiff as if he were a piece of frozen meat that had been sitting out for three days, completely expressionless.

He slowly placed a glass of whiskey with ice, along with a black coaster, on the coffee table next to Zhang Tianyi.

"Sir, your drink."

The waiter said something, and before Zhang Tianyi could even respond, he turned and walked away.

Zhang Tianyi didn't take it seriously at first and casually picked up the glass of whiskey.

But just the moment the glass leaves the coaster.

His eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, suddenly narrowed.

Beneath the coaster lay a yellowed fragment of talisman paper with slightly rough edges.

This piece of paper looks unremarkable, but it has a twisted thunder pattern drawn on it in vermilion.

That's the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, a top-secret code known only to the older generation who experienced the War of Resistance against Japan!

Even worse!

The talisman paper was covered with a very faint trace of Qi.

"Old Eight's Qi?!"

The nonchalance and languor on Zhang Tianyi's face vanished completely at this moment.

He stared intently at the tattered piece of paper.

There's absolutely no way they'd admit they were wrong!

This is the true qi of his eighth junior brother, who shielded him from bullets on the North China battlefield and ultimately died in the Japanese army's formation!

How could the presence of someone who died over seventy years ago appear on a talisman that was just delivered today?!

Just as Zhang Tianyi was sorting through the clues and thoughts...

"Om~"

His phone vibrated abruptly in his pocket.

In this completely enclosed observation room, which should have been shielded from all external signals, the vibration sounded particularly jarring.

Zhang Tianyi took out his phone.

A text message with no known origin appeared on the screen.

I clicked on it and took a look.

It is a photo taken in dim light.

In the very center of the photo, there is a half-burnt wooden sign.

The wooden plaque has irregular cracks along its edges, and the two incomplete seal characters "Yangping" can still be faintly discerned on it.

"Master's personal magic seal?!"

Zhang Tianyi's breathing stopped completely at that moment.

This half-burnt wooden plaque was like a rusty key, forcibly opening the door to a memory deep in his mind that had been sealed for more than seventy years.

1940 years.

The Rumble-Rumble Fruit power within him clashed violently with the Taoist thunder energy.

The physical body was on the verge of collapse, and the soul was almost torn apart.

He clearly remembered that it was his master, Zhang Jingqing, who risked his life to bring out this personal magic seal passed down through generations of Celestial Masters.

At the cost of the shattering of the Dharma Seal, a grand array was forcibly set up to seal the heavens and the earth, sealing him at the bottom of a dry well in the back mountain, using the earth's energy to help him rebuild his sacred body.

This fragment should have been sealed away forever in the forbidden area of ​​the Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain after the passing of the master!

How could it possibly be here?!

And they even took pictures and sent them to his phone?!

Zhang Tianyi's gaze swept downwards, and below the photo was a short line of text:

Want to know the whole truth behind how you were reshaped and sealed away? Meet me at the underwater palace on the northwest reef of Paradise Island.

"Ah……"

Zhang Tianyi looked at the text message and suddenly let out a low, cold laugh.

He gripped the phone tightly with his fingers, and his aura suddenly changed.

the truth?

When my physical body collapsed back then, besides the conflict between cultivation techniques and the mismatch between life cultivation levels, was there something else unknown involved?

Why did the Japanese have Lao Ba's talisman paper?

Could there have been a traitor within the Celestial Master's Mansion back then?

Or perhaps, over the past few decades, some fearless rat has dared to desecrate their ancestral graves, a forbidden area on Longhu Mountain?!