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

"It's not that I didn't read it..."

Lü Liang's hands were trembling, and his voice became sharp and shrill, as if he had seen a ghost:

"It's...it's totally impossible to get in!!"

"Sect Leader! This old man's soul...something's wrong!"

"No memory! No emotions! Not even the fluctuations of the soul can be felt!"

"It felt like I was being pressed against... an electrified steel plate!"

"Zizzi-"

It seemed as if to confirm Lü Liang's words.

The moment he finished speaking, a sickeningly loud crackling sound suddenly rang out from the defenseless old man.

Immediately afterwards, Lü Liang's pair of Minghun hands, which he was so proud of, were violently thrown away as if he had been electrocuted!

"what!!"

Lü Liang screamed in agony, clutching his charred hand and staggering back several steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud, his face filled with horror.

"Lightning...lightning magic?! This old man's entire body is filled with lightning magic?!"

Gong Qing was also dumbfounded.

Tian Jinzhong is a useless person!

With all his meridians severed, limbs gone, and having never practiced Qi for seventy years, how could he possibly possess such terrifying lightning magic protecting him?!

Could the intelligence be wrong?!

Just when the two of them were having a mental breakdown and questioning the meaning of life.

In the wheelchair, there was an elderly man whose body was hunched over and who looked as if he might die at any moment.

Sudden……

I stretched.

"Ah—ha—"

This yawn was so powerful and long that it didn't sound like something a centenarian would make.

Followed by.

"Crackling sounds".

A series of cracking sounds came from the bones.

Under the horrified gazes of Gong Qing and Lü Liang.

That disabled old man actually took out his previously empty sleeves and trouser legs...

Slowly... it straightened up.

From within, healthy, slender, and powerful hands and feet stretched out!

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted."

As Tian Jinzhong twisted his neck, he stood up from his wheelchair—yes, he stood up!

He reached up and wiped his face.

It's sizzling!

It's like peeling off a layer of paint.

That old, wrinkled face vanished instantly under the onslaught of lightning.

Instead.

It was a young, handsome face, even with a touch of collagen.

Those eyes, gleaming with an eerie purple light, were smiling as they looked at the two Quanxing high-ranking members who were already terrified out of their wits.

"Surprise!!!!"

This word, spoken in perfect American accent, came out of the mouth of the young man dressed in an old Taoist robe.

Not satisfied with that, he spread his arms wide and made an extremely exaggerated face at the two of them:

"Isn't it exciting?!"

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

Gong Qing's confident expression vanished completely, replaced by a look of terror.

Lu Liang sat on the ground, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a light bulb, his glasses slipping down to the tip of his nose.

They stared at the guy who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, completely dumbfounded.

Who the hell is that?!

Where is Tian Jinzhong?!

Where is that disabled old man?!

"you you……"

Gong Qing pointed at the young man in front of him, his fingers trembling violently, and his voice distorted:

"You are... Zhang... Zhang Tianyi?!"

He recognized him!

This face is a bit more normal than that energetic young man in the live stream, but that smug, punchable aura, and that purple lightning...

It's definitely Zhang Tianyi, the one who was waving her hands like a flower at the foot of the mountain!

"Bingo! You got it right! Too bad there's no prize."

Zhang Tianyi chuckled and reached out to straighten the oversized robe that didn't fit him properly.

"How is it, Xiaoyuzi?"

"Aren't you happy to see me, Daoist Master?"

Gong Qing looked into those purple eyes that resembled those of a demon god, and his defenses completely crumbled.

Chapter 39 Holy crap! Is Second Master really a god?!

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze in the small, not-so-spacious courtyard behind the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Gong Qing stared with bloodshot eyes, his finger trembling as he pointed at Zhang Tianyi, who had a mocking expression on his face.

He took out his phone again and glanced at the drone footage that was still being broadcast live on the screen.

In the scene, although the Elysium Disco Plaza was still in a state of chaos, the most dazzling purple light spot had indeed disappeared.

but……

"This...this is impossible!!"

Gong Qing let out a scream that shattered his composure, completely abandoning his status as the acting sect leader:

"Just ten minutes ago! I saw you down the mountain with your own eyes, leading that bunch of punks and waving your hands!"

"It takes more than two hours to get here from the foot of the mountain, even by driving on the winding mountain road!"

"Even if it were an extraordinary person rushing at full speed, even if it were the Old Celestial Master, it would be impossible for him to appear here in less than ten minutes, and... and he even changed his clothes, put on makeup, and pretended to be paralyzed in a wheelchair?!"

"Are you a ghost?!"

Lu Liang, standing next to him, was also holding his charred hand, looking utterly bewildered.

Seeing the two of them looking so foolish with their worldviews completely shattered, Zhang Tianyi picked at his ear with his little finger, looking utterly bored.

"ghost?"

Zhang Tianyi blew on his fingers, a wildly arrogant smile curving his lips:

"Ghosts aren't as awesome as me!"

"Little Yu, would you believe me if I said I can fly?!"

……

[Let's rewind ten minutes]

At the foot of Longhu Mountain.

The music was deafening.

Amidst the dusty cement, Zhang Tianyi, along with Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, are rocking out with great enthusiasm.

The surrounding members of the "Funeral Love Family" were completely captivated by this earthy aura emanating from a higher dimension.

They were shaking their hands with such rapt attention that it seemed as if they were performing some kind of mysterious ritual.

"So passionate, so kind, so abstract!"

As Zhang Tianyi stepped to the mark, he drew two purple afterimages in the air with his hands.

One second Zhang Tianyi was frantically shaking her head, the next she was standing firmly in place.

Those eyes behind the sunglasses suddenly pierced through the sunglasses and looked towards the top of Longhu Mountain.

His mind network has been captured.

"Tsk."

Zhang Tianyi waved to the red-haired leader of the "Funeral Love" group who was shaking his head enthusiastically.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Music Stop!"

The music stopped abruptly.

The red-haired leader, still looking exhilarated, asked breathlessly, "Pikachu, what's wrong? We were really having a blast! Is the rhythm off?"

"It's not a matter of rhythm."

Zhang Tianyi clutched his stomach, his face displaying an extremely realistic expression of anxiety that any ordinary person would have:

"Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes. I drank too much iced cola earlier, so I need to go take a break."