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

Zhang Lingyu perked up and hurriedly looked over.

Zhang Tianyi strode out with his signature swagger.

His snow-white Taoist robe with cloud patterns remained spotless, gleaming with a holy radiance under the moonlight.

If you didn't see what he was carrying, he would look like a celestial being descended to earth.

But he was indeed carrying something in his hand.

In his left hand, he was holding a woman whose body was charred black and whose hair was sticking up like a bird's nest.

With his right hand, he used the golden thread of the Golden Light Mantra to pull a middle-aged woman writhing painfully on the ground like a caterpillar.

"Second...Second Martial Uncle?"

Zhang Lingyu was stunned for a moment, then her gaze instantly locked onto the figure that Zhang Tianyi was carrying in his left hand.

Although the man's face was covered in soot, his clothes were tattered, and he was even emitting wisps of smoke, Zhang Lingyu's deep-seated familiarity made him recognize him at a glance.

"Xia...Xia He?!"

Zhang Lingyu's handsome face, which was usually unfazed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, turned pale instantly, and then flushed red.

Almost instinctively, he threw down the can of Coke he was holding and rushed forward, his voice trembling without him even realizing it:

"Second Uncle! She...she is..."

"Oh? Getting impatient?"

Zhang Tianyi stopped and lifted Xia He, whom he was carrying, up slightly, as if displaying a freshly caught prey. He looked at his flustered junior apprentice with a mocking expression.

"What? You're already feeling sorry for her?"

"No... not..."

Zhang Lingyu waved her hand frantically, but her eyes were fixed on the unconscious Xia He. She wanted to reach out and take her hand, but she was mindful of her status and the proper distance between men and women. Her hand froze in mid-air, and she was in a real dilemma.

"Uncle-Master, is she...is she still alive? You...went too far, didn't you?"

Seeing Xia He's miserable state, Zhang Lingyu felt as if she had been pricked by a needle.

"Heavy? Where is it heavy?"

Zhang Tianyi shoved Xia He into Zhang Lingyu's arms, his face saying, "You don't know what's good for you," and said matter-of-factly:

"I'm being incredibly gentle with you, my little sweetheart."

"Look at Shen Chong and Gao Ning over there, those two have already turned into carbon and returned to nature. And this one..."

Zhang Tianyi pointed to Dou Mei, who was wriggling on the ground like a maggot:

"I tied this woman up so tightly I almost had to amputate her limbs."

"Look at the one in your arms. She's perfectly healthy, except she got a perm and some dead skin was removed. I didn't even use a fraction of my strength, just so I wouldn't make you cry."

Zhang Lingyu held Xia He, who was completely limp, and felt her weak but relatively steady breathing before letting out a long sigh of relief.

But before he could fully relax, he realized just how suggestive his current position was.

Xia He's tattered clothes couldn't hide her graceful figure at all, and she was leaning softly against his chest.

Her messy pink hair brushed against his chin, and his nose was filled with that familiar scent that he both loved and hated.

"I...this..."

Zhang Lingyu was stiff all over, like a wooden doll holding a bomb, her face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"Alright, stop pretending to be serious."

Zhang Tianyi walked to a large blue stone nearby, plopped down, crossed his legs, and even pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere, wearing the excited expression of a "spectator watching the drama unfold."

"Come, come, while no one's around, tell me what's going on."

"How did this vixen manage to win over such a blockhead like you?"

"I've been wanting to hear some gossip for a long time."

Zhang Tianyi cracked open a sunflower seed, his eyes gleaming with the unique light of a gossip enthusiast:

"I heard you regretted it for years because of that one impulsive decision? What happened? Tell me in detail? Did she force herself on you, or did you..."

"Second Uncle!!"

Zhang Lingyu was so ashamed and indignant that she wished she could disappear into the ground on the spot.

How could I possibly bring up such a private and embarrassing past in front of an elder, especially in this kind of setting?

"Please... stop talking..."

Zhang Lingyu lowered her head, her voice barely audible, but her grip on Xia He tightened involuntarily, as if afraid she would slip.

"Tsk, boring."

Zhang Tianyi spat out the sunflower seed shells and shook his head:

"Young people these days are so dishonest. Back in the day, your master... cough cough, never mind, let's save him some face."

Just as Zhang Tianyi was about to make a few more jokes and delve deeper into this "secret history of Longhu Mountain",

"Roar--!!!"

Lu Jin, who had been bound by golden chains, suddenly let out a beast-like roar.

Although his hands and feet were bound, he remained in a state of madness.

Although Gao Ning's Twelve Labors Formation was interrupted, the seeds of inner demons he had planted earlier remained.

Seeing Zhang Tianyi chatting idly, Lu Jin seemed even more agitated.

He rolled wildly on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, shouting incoherently:

"Kill!! Quanxing!! I'm going to kill you!! Wugensheng, come out here!!"

The force of the struggle was so great that it scraped a deep trench in the ground.

"Ouch, I'll go."

Zhang Tianyi's interest in gossiping was interrupted, and she frowned in annoyance.

He turned his head, looked at the centenarian on the ground who resembled a hyperactive child, and sighed helplessly:

"Hey you little crybaby, can't you just shut up for a second?"

"Can't you see Lingyu and I are discussing important life matters? What are you yelling about?"

"Kill!!" Lu Jin couldn't hear a word and continued to roar.

"Fine, fine, I give up."

Zhang Tianyi patted the sunflower seed crumbs off his hands, jumped off the rock, and slowly walked up to Lu Jin.

"Lingyu, watch carefully."

With his back to Zhang Lingyu, Zhang Tianyi's tone suddenly became more serious:

“Thunder magic is not just for killing people, nor is it just for scaring people.”

"When extreme strength and yang reach their extremes, they become extreme softness and vitality."

After speaking, Zhang Tianyi slowly extended his right hand, palm down, and hovered it three inches above Lu Jin's forehead.

This time, what surged in his palm was neither the raging purple lightning nor the deep black thunder.

Instead, it was a cluster of... emerald green light, full of vibrant life.

Within that light, tiny electric currents could be faintly seen moving, but the currents were not dazzling; instead, they gave one a gentle feeling, like spring rain nourishing the earth silently.

"Spring thunder turns into rain."

Zhang Tianyi whispered.

hum-

That cluster of emerald green lightning, like the first rain of spring, gently sprinkled onto Lu Jin's body.

sizzle...

A miraculous scene unfolded.

Lu Jin's originally blood-red eyes began to slowly fade the moment they came into contact with the green lightning.

His volatile and chaotic energy, like a small animal being soothed, gradually calmed down.

Even the minor wounds on his body from the previous battles began to heal at a visible speed under the nourishment of this lightning energy containing extreme vitality.

Spring thunder startles all insects, and all things begin to revive.

This is the profound and even lost secret of "life" in the art of thunder magic.

Only by mastering the innate lightning element to its fullest extent can one transform that destructive power into the hope of new life.

About ten seconds later.

Lu Jin stopped struggling.

The suffocating aura of violence emanating from him completely dissipated, replaced by a bewildered feeling, as if waking from a deep dream.

"call……"

Lu Jin exhaled a long breath, the red light in his eyes completely disappeared, and he regained his usual clarity.

He blinked, still a little dazed, staring at the magnified, mocking young face before him.

"Second...Second Senior Brother?"

Lu Jin tentatively called out, her voice terribly hoarse.

"woke up?"

Zhang Tianyi withdrew his hand, and the emerald green light dissipated from his fingertips.

He looked at Lu Jin with a smile:

"You were sleeping soundly, weren't you? What did you dream about? Did you dream that I spanked you again?"

Lu Jin shook her head, feeling sore all over, as if her bones had been disassembled and then put back together.

Memories slowly returned.