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

finally.

He held the girl in his arms and fell asleep in the warm golden light.

Zhang Jingqing looked at her apprentice who had transformed into a golden cocoon.

His body swayed, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

The forced use of the treasure caused him to suffer severe internal injuries.

"Master!"

Zhang Huaiyi quickly ran over to help him up.

"I am fine."

Zhang Jingqing waved her hand, looking at the golden cocoon with a resolute glint in her eyes.

"Huaiyi, relay my order."

"Erase all traces within the sinkhole, and never mention this matter again!"

“Take Yi’er home. As for this girl…”

Zhang Jingqing looked at Feng Baobao and sighed:

"Find her family and give her a proper burial. She was a good girl with a tragic fate."

Chapter 443 A Gentle Touch Across More Than Seventy Years

The morning sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

on the sofa.

Zhang Tianyi's tightly closed eyes finally opened slowly.

He leaned back calmly in his chair.

The rise and fall of his chest was unusually heavy compared to usual.

The depths of his eyes seemed to hold countless trials and tribulations, blood and tears, which eventually returned to tranquility.

"Master..."

Zhang Chulan half-squatted beside the coffee table and called out cautiously.

He keenly noticed it.

The elder in front of me, who usually exudes a somewhat carefree and unruly air, had a changed demeanor at this moment.

That feeling is hard to describe.

It's like an ancient sword that has been hidden for many years, finally shedding the last layer of dust from its scabbard.

It is understated, yet sharp enough to cut one's gaze.

Zhang Tianyi did not respond to Zhang Chulan immediately.

His gaze was fixed on the girl in the corner.

Feng Baobao was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, holding a half-empty bottle of mineral water in her hands.

They noticed the gaze.

She looked up.

Those clear, large eyes stared straight back at Zhang Tianyi.

"Mom will be worried..."

"The moon moves... I move too..."

Deep in my mind.

The innocent nursery rhyme accompanied by the sound of thunder and rain, and the adorable girl in front of me.

After spanning decades, they finally overlapped.

Zhang Tianyi took a deep breath.

He forcefully suppressed the surging, aching feeling in his chest.

He stood up, using the armrest of the sofa for support.

He walked slowly and deliberately to Feng Baobao and squatted down.

Feng Baobao blinked, without flinching.

Zhang Tianyi extended his hand.

These are the hands that once tore apart a great Onmyoji with one hand and crushed heavenly lightning with their bare hands.

At this moment, however, it is as gentle as if afraid of breaking the morning dew.

He gently placed his palm on Feng Baobao's slightly messy black hair.

I rubbed it a couple of times.

"You're awake?"

In that dilapidated mud house, the little girl, holding a bowl of ginger soup, asked the same question.

"Well, wake up."

Zhang Tianyi stared at her.

A gentle smile, impossible to conceal, appeared in his eyes, his voice carrying a barely perceptible huskiness:

"Not only did he wake up, but he also remembered all the bad debts he had accumulated."

Feng Baobao gave an "Oh" that sounded like she understood but didn't quite.

She glanced at Zhang Tianyi.

This Taoist priest, who usually likes to boss people around and tap people on the head, seems a bit strange today.

She handed the bottle of mineral water forward:

"Your throat sounds a little dry, have some water."

Looking at the plastic water bottle handed to me.

Zhang Tianyi was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The laughter grew louder and louder.

Finally, the oppressive and heavy feeling in the suite was completely dispelled.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Zhang Tianyi took the water bottle without any hesitation and took a big gulp.

The cool water slid down his throat, completely pulling him out of that tragic old dream.

He stood up and casually placed the water bottle on the table.

He turned to look at the group of younger people behind him who were eagerly waiting for what would happen next.

"Don't look at me like I'm a patient."

Zhang Tianyi kicked Zhang Chulan's calf and then sat back down on the sofa.

He reverted to his self-righteous, arrogant demeanor.

“The little girl in the photo is indeed her. I’ve sorted out all the messy things that happened back then.”

This statement came out.

Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan, and the others all gasped in shock.

Although I had suspected it for a while, I received confirmation from the person himself.

The shock was still indescribable.

"Master, what exactly happened back then?"

Zhang Chulan eagerly pressed for an answer, but then realized something was amiss and quickly tried to smooth things over:

"If you find those memories too exhausting, we don't have to rush to talk about them."

Anyway, we know who did it, so we'll just go to their door and demand an explanation, and that'll be the end of it!

"There's nothing I can't say."

Zhang Tianyi leaned back on the cushion, her tone as calm as if she were telling someone else's story.

"I was seriously injured back then, and it was this girl and her mother who saved my life in the mountains."

"Later, the Japanese Onmyōryō (Bureau of Yin and Yang) went into the village to carry out their so-called 'Shin-giri Project' and massacred people. They captured her and planned to use her pure soul to receive the so-called 'divine intervention'."

At this point, Zhang Tianyi paused for a moment.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, revealing a cold glint in his eyes.

“By the time I arrived, the ceremony was already over and I couldn’t stop it. She… truly died in that séance, her soul scattered.”

"You can probably guess what happened next. My Dao heart was unstable, and the lightning magic backfired, almost turning that crater into flat ground."

"In the end, my master arrived and saved me from dissipating on the spot."

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard as he listened.

A few words.

He could tell from his voice how brutal that battle had been.

"Then... if Sister Bao'er was already dead back then, how come she's alive and well here now, and even immortal?"

Wang Ye stroked his chin and posed the most crucial question.

Upon hearing this...

Zhang Chulan suddenly shuddered.

The horrifying secret he had uncovered at the Tang Clan flashed through his mind, and he exclaimed in shock:

“Resurrected from the dead…Master, Bao’er’s biological father is Wugensheng!”