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

"This junior is willing to risk his life to accompany you, sir."

Chapter 38 Surprise, Xiao Gong!

"Master... I wonder how Master is doing."

Rong Shan stood beside Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair, holding a long sword, his heart filled with anxiety.

The shouts of battle outside grew closer, and the occasional screams of agony made him extremely anxious.

Rong Shan paced back and forth, his eyes filled with anxiety. "And there's Junior Brother Lingyu, he's holding the fort all by himself, what if..."

Just then, the courtyard gate was pushed open, albeit with a stumbling motion.

A young Taoist disciple, his face covered in blood, rushed in crying:

"Uncle-Master Rongshan! Something terrible has happened! Quickly, save them!"

This young Taoist boy was none other than Xiao Yuzi, who usually served Tian Jinzhong.

His acting exploded at that moment; his whole body trembled, and he even managed to squeeze out a few tears.

"Over there... the Quanxing demons have broken through the defenses! Uncle Lingyu is surrounded while protecting his junior brothers! He's about to die!"

"what?!"

Rong Shan's eyes instantly turned red, and a surge of hot blood rushed to his head.

But he still glanced subconsciously at Tian Jinzhong in the wheelchair, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"No! Master has ordered me to protect Uncle Tian to the death!"

A barely perceptible glint of malice flashed in Xiaoyuzi's eyes, then she cried even harder:

"But...but people are really going to die over there! Uncle Rongshan, if you don't go soon, Uncle Lingyu will...waaaah!"

In the wheelchair, Tian Jinzhong, who had been drooping his head as if dozing off, slowly raised his head.

A remarkably realistic, heartbroken expression appeared on his wrinkled old face:

"Rongshan..."

An aged voice rang out, trembling slightly yet resolute:

"Go."

“Uncle-Master…” Rong Shan was taken aback.

"Leave me alone, I'm a useless person."

Tian Jinzhong sighed, his eyes cloudy yet resolute:

“Lingyu is the future of the Celestial Master’s Mansion, nothing can happen to her. As for me, this old body of mine, I’m not worth anything if I die.”

"Go now! This is your uncle's order! If you dare disobey, I'll... I'll bite my tongue and kill myself right here!"

These words were spoken with heartfelt emotion, each one dripping with blood.

Rong Shan, his eyes filled with tears, knelt down with a thud and kowtowed:

"Uncle-Master! Take care! Rongshan will be back soon! Xiaoyu, please take good care of your Uncle-Master."

After saying that, the simpleton picked up his sword, roared, and charged out of the courtyard like an angry bull.

Watching Rongshan's departing figure, Xiaoyuzi's tearful expression slowly subsided.

He straightened up, and his panicked expression vanished instantly.

Instead, there was an extreme calmness, or even...indifference.

He slowly patted the dust off his body, and even disgustedly wiped away the blood that had been smeared on his face.

"Ha ha……"

A soft laugh broke the deathly silence in the courtyard.

Xiaoyu turned around and looked at the frail old man in the wheelchair, whose limbs were all broken. A complex emotion and a sense of triumph in her eyes were revealed.

"Mr. Tian, ​​I'm sorry."

"I've shed all the tears of my life trying to get Rongshan away."

Tian Jinzhong, in his wheelchair, showed no surprise whatsoever.

He remained slumped there, head tilted, looking at Xiaoyuzi with a seemingly murky but actually amused gaze, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Little Yu..."

"You've been lurking in my shadow for three whole years."

"Serving tea and water, cleaning up excrement and urine—it turns out all that's done by servants?!"

"What? You can't keep up the act anymore today?"

"grandson?"

Xiao Yuzi—or rather, Gong Qing, the acting leader of Quanxing—smirked with a self-deprecating smile:

"Yes, playing the fool is a skill."

"However, for that secret that everyone wants to know, it's worth it even if it means becoming a great-grandson."

As Gong Qing spoke, he slowly tore off the disguise on his face.

The once innocent face of the young Taoist boy disappeared, revealing a young face with a weathered and sinister look in his eyes.

"Let's get to know each other again, Mr. Tian."

Gong Qing bowed slightly to the elderly man in the wheelchair, his manners so impeccable as to be almost outrageous.

"Junior Gong Qing, acting head of Quanxing Sect."

"Oh……"

Tian Jinzhong drew out his words and nodded, showing no fear whatsoever, but rather as if he had heard some interesting gossip:

"The leader of Quanxing Sect... that's a high-ranking position. What, is Quanxing out of talent? They've put a little brat like you in charge?"

Gong Qing frowned slightly.

This old man... his reaction is strange.

Shouldn't a normal person be shocked, angry, or afraid?

Why does this tone sound like an old man at the village entrance commenting on his neighbor's child getting into a junior college?

"Mr. Tian, ​​please stop being so quick to argue."

Gong Qing suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and clapped his hands:

"Lü Liang! Come in! Time to get to work!"

Before the words were finished, a boy with glasses and dyed yellow hair walked out from the shadows of the courtyard wall.

It was Lü Liang, a former disciple of the Lü family, who had mastered the Minghun Technique.

"Hehe, Sect Leader, this is a huge project."

Lü Liang rubbed his hands together, looking at the old man in the wheelchair as if he were looking at a gold mine waiting to be mined:

"The survivors of the Jia Shen Rebellion harbored a secret in their minds that even the Old Celestial Master had to guard to the death..."

"Just thinking about it is exciting."

Gong Qing took half a step back and made a "please" gesture:

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Although we've stalled the old master, that madman Zhang Tianyi could come back at any time."

"We must act swiftly and decisively."

"Got it!"

Lü Liang walked to the wheelchair and stretched out his hands.

"Om-"

Two orbs of dark blue Qi light appeared in his palms.

That was a Soul-Enlightening Technique specifically designed for the soul and memories; it looked eerie yet beautiful, like will-o'-the-wisps from the netherworld.

"Senior Tian, ​​I apologize for the offense."

Lü Liang grinned. "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle. It might be a little cold, please bear with it."

After saying that, he pressed his hands hard against Tian Jinzhong's temples!

The elderly man in the wheelchair neither dodged nor resisted.

He simply watched the two blue hands draw closer, a wicked smile flashing deep in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

Lu Liang's hand pressed firmly onto the old man's head.

At this point, according to the script, Lü Liang should be able to see countless fragments of memories.

however.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Three seconds passed.

The smile on Lü Liang's face froze.

Then, it turned into doubt.

In the end, it turned into extreme terror and bewilderment.

"This...this isn't right..."

Cold sweat instantly beaded on Lü Liang's forehead. He frantically activated the Bright Soul Technique, and the blue light was so bright it was almost like welding.

"What's wrong?!"

Gong Qing's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "Didn't you read it?"