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

Zhang Tianyi's stomach made a loud noise as if to cooperate.

For over seventy years, I have practiced fasting. Although I have relied on Qi to sustain my life, the emptiness caused by my appetite cannot be filled.

"Come on, get in bed!"

Zhang Tianyi didn't stand on ceremony and jumped directly onto Tian Jinzhong's large bed, sitting cross-legged.

He ripped off a chicken leg and, without thinking, held it to Tian Jinzhong's lips.

"Open your mouth."

Tian Jinzhong was stunned for a moment, looking at the steaming chicken leg that was being offered to his mouth, and tears almost welled up in his eyes again.

But he resisted, opened his mouth, and took a big bite.

"Delicious...so delicious..."

The old man chewed indistinctly, oil dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Hey big guy, come up here too. Stop pretending to be some grandmaster."

Zhang Tianyi glanced at Zhang Zhiwei standing next to him and casually tossed him an opened can of Coke.

"Here it comes! This thing was a rare commodity in Shanghai back in the day, but now it's everywhere, right?"

Zhang Zhiwei took the Coke, sighed helplessly, then took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the other side of the bed.

If the disciples outside saw this scene, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets.

The most powerful and respected master in the world of supernatural beings, Uncle Tian, ​​who is physically disabled but determined, and a young man with a mysterious background.

Just like three truant Taoist boys, they squeezed onto a bed and ate roast chicken without any regard for their image.

"Second Brother, you eat too."

Tian Jinzhong swallowed a mouthful of meat with difficulty and looked at Zhang Tianyi.

"I'm eating right now."

Zhang Tianyi tore off a chicken wing, chewed it heartily, and then took a big gulp of cola.

"Ah—! That's awesome!"

The icy carbonated liquid flowed down my throat, stimulating my taste buds that had been parched for too long.

Zhang Tianyi squinted his eyes, a long-lost look of contentment appearing on his face.

At this moment, time seemed to flow backward.

It was as if they were still in the back mountains of Longhu Mountain decades ago, having just stolen the wine their master had hidden, and were dividing the loot in the bushes.

Back then, Zhang Zhiwei was still an arrogant, big, clumsy guy, Tian Jinzhong was still a healthy, chubby boy, and Zhang Huaiyi...

Zhang Tianyi paused slightly.

He glanced at the dusky sky outside the window and asked seemingly casually:

"By the way, big guy, what year is it tonight?"

Zhang Zhiwei held half a chicken carcass in his hand, paused for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The year of Jiawu... Gregorian calendar, 2015."

"2015..."

Zhang Tianyi stopped chewing and did some mental calculations.

"We entered the pass in 1940, and today is 2015... seventy-five years later."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, “My master said that his ‘Six Lines Locking Yuan’ technique was meant to seal me for eighty years, but it seems that my innate thunder body is still up to par, as I broke through the barrier five years ahead of schedule.”

"Yes, you always manage to surprise your master."

Zhang Zhiwei's voice was somewhat low.

Zhang Tianyi put down the cola in his hand, his smile gradually faded, and his expression became serious.

He looked intently at his two junior brothers:

“Now that it’s 2015, a long time has passed since that chaotic era… Big guy, you were stammering earlier, now tell me the truth.”

Where exactly is that big-eared scoundrel Zhang Huaiyi?

The air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

Tian Jinzhong stopped chewing, and the chicken in his mouth suddenly tasted like cardboard.

He lowered his head, not daring to look Zhang Tianyi in the eye.

Zhang Zhiwei remained silent, the Coke can in his hand slightly deformed from his grip.

Seeing their reactions, Zhang Tianyi's heart sank.

But he still clung to his last glimmer of hope.

Although Zhang Tianyi had read part of the original work, reality and the illustrations always differed, and he hoped... there was still time.

That big-eared thief, although he looks shifty and rat-like, has the toughest life.

Back in the day, on the mountain, this kid was so slippery, who could catch him?

"Is he still in hiding? Because of that Jia Shen Rebellion?"

Zhang Tianyi's voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of urgent prayer.

"I know that kid is incredibly capable; he's figured out something extraordinary, and someone must be after him. But he's so clever, he's probably hiding in some remote mountain valley like a coward, right?"

"As long as he's still alive, even if he's hiding in a rat hole, even if he's missing a hand or a foot..."

At this point, Zhang Tianyi glanced at Tian Jinzhong, felt a pang of pain in his heart, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"As long as I have a breath left, I can bring him back! Now that I have mastered my divine skills, I can protect him even if the Heavenly King himself comes!"

"Second Senior Brother..."

Tian Jinzhong finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a mournful cry.

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath, raised his head, and his aged eyes were filled with sorrow.

He spoke slowly, shattering Zhang Tianyi's last illusion:

"Second brother, stop guessing."

"Huaiyi... he left a long time ago."

He died more than a decade ago.

boom.

Although he was mentally prepared, when Zhang Zhiwei actually said those words, Zhang Tianyi still felt as if he had been hit hard in the head.

died?

That big-eared thief who always followed him around shouting, "Second Brother Pig, take me with you!"...

That coward who would run in crying during thunderstorms, wanting him to sleep with her...

That incredibly talented but always cunning kid...

died?

"How...did he die?"

Zhang Tianyi's voice was terribly hoarse, and the half-eaten roast chicken in his hand slid limply onto the bed sheet.

"He died from exhaustion."

Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes, seemingly unable to bear the memory.

"He didn't want to implicate his sect, so he stayed hidden outside. In the end, he was besieged by a group of experts from prestigious sects... He killed all his enemies, and finally... he died of exhaustion."

"When we found him, his remains were...incomplete."

Zhang Tianyi sat there blankly, staring vacantly ahead.

The innate lightning energy within the body seemed to sense its master's sorrow and began to stir restlessly.

He was released from quarantine six years ahead of schedule.

He overcame the will of Heaven, conquered the collapse of his physical body, and mastered unparalleled thunder magic.

I thought I had finally become that max-level account that could provide shelter from the wind and rain.

But the result?

He was too late.

If it hadn't been six years earlier, but more than ten years earlier... wouldn't we have been able to catch up?

Could it be that when those bastards are besieging Huaiyi, he can descend from the sky and blast them into dust with a single thunderbolt?

Then grab that big-eared thief by the ear and scold him, then take him back to Longhu Mountain?

"Ha ha……"

Zhang Tianyi suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter filled with endless desolation and self-mockery.

He picked up the can of Coke, tilted his head back, and gulped it down in one go.

The cold liquid mixed with a hot tear that slid down the corner of his eye, and he swallowed it all.

"This roast chicken..."

Zhang Tianyi put down the empty can, her voice as soft as a breeze:

"This roast chicken suddenly doesn't smell good anymore."

Outside the window, the thunderstorm, which had already stopped, seemed to sense his emotions.

Rumbling--

A dull clap of thunder ripped through the sky, and the torrential rain poured down once again.

It's like giving a final farewell to someone who will never come back.

Chapter 6: Fragments of a Max-Level Character and the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony

The only sounds inside were the chewing of roast chicken and the gradually subsiding rain outside the window.