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

Could it be that... Bao'er's resurrection is inextricably linked to her father, Wugensheng, and the subsequent Jia Shen Rebellion?!

Zhang Tianyi remained silent for a moment.

He did not deny it, but sighed with a deep look in his eyes.

"To reverse life and death, to defy the laws of nature."

"Perhaps it was Wugensheng, as her father, who took on this enormous karma for her."

The truth behind this will eventually come to light.

Zhang Tianyi turned her head.

Looking at Zhang Chulan, there was a hint of testing in his eyes.

"Grandson, now that you've dug up this old almanac from decades ago, you must have some plans in mind, right?"

Upon being called out, Zhang Chulan immediately suppressed the shock on his face.

He cleared his throat.

That shrewdness that belonged to the top strategist of the Celestial Master's Mansion resurfaced.

“Master, I’ve already discussed this matter with Lao Wang and Lao Qing.”

Zhang Chulan pulled up a chair and sat down.

He crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, analyzing the situation clearly and logically:

"Back then, it was a sect in China that sent Bao'er as a gift to curry favor with the Japanese."

"That means that the descendants of that sect are probably still alive and well in the country, and may even be wearing the skin of a prestigious sect!"

"It's even possible that some of the people who were directly involved back then are still alive."

"Now that we have these files and photos, it's like we've obtained irrefutable evidence from back then!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhang Chulan's eyes:

"As long as we trace back along the Yin-Yang Bureau, we can find out who was making the deal with them back then."

"Whether he's a Tenth Elder or a Hundredth Elder, I'm going to strip his entire family of their underwear for eighteen generations!"

Zhuge Qing, standing to the side, waved his fan and added in perfect unison:

"Chu Lan is right. However, since we need to investigate the Yin-Yang Bureau's transaction records from back then, we can't rush back to the country."

His narrow, fox-like eyes curved slightly, and he smiled like a scheming, ancient demon.

"My God, Abe Genji, as the host, is now extremely grateful to us."

"The three major Japanese families, especially the Abe and Kamo families, have deep-rooted influence. The library definitely contains clues about high-level interactions from back then."

"Why don't we take advantage of the momentum from this exchange competition and legitimately visit their home for a few days?"

Wang Ye picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and lazily stated:

“I agree with Lao Qing’s opinion. Since we’ve come all this way, it would be really inconsistent with our team’s fine tradition of taking every last penny from the goose.”

Looking at these three young people who were singing in unison and full of wicked schemes.

Zhang Tianyi finally smiled with satisfaction.

Chapter 444 The interest from Daoist Master is never easy to repay!

"That's right, that's the attitude for doing great things."

Zhang Tianyi stood up and stretched.

"In my life, the thing I least value is repaying evil with kindness."

"Since the ancestors of the Japanese devils owe us such a huge blood debt, it is only natural that the children should repay the debts of their parents."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the bustling Tokyo street scene outside, his smile was cold.

"Chu Lan, go and give Fatty Zhao a call."

"For example, some members of our delegation were so traumatized during the competition that they need to stay in Japan for a period of psychological rehabilitation."

"All expenses during this period will be fully covered by the Japanese organizers."

"in addition……"

Zhang Tianyi turned around, looked at Zhuge Qing, and gave the order:

"Little Zhuge, in your personal capacity, deliver a message to Abe Genji."

"Tell me, Zhang Tianyi, that tonight I want to go to the Abe family's main residence and have an authentic meal."

Zhuge Qing snapped his folding fan shut.

He smiled politely, but his eyes revealed a hint of schadenfreude.

"I understand. I'm sure Young Master Abe will feel... honored to hear this news."

Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together, already eagerly taking out his phone.

"Alright, sir! I'll call Chairman Zhao right now and make sure to describe our 'grievances' in detail!"

……

That afternoon.

Tokyo, headquarters of the Extraordinary People Affairs Coordination Association.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was frighteningly gloomy.

Abe Genyoshi stood in front of the reporting platform.

He read the message he had just received aloud, word for word.

"...That's how it is. The Chinese delegation requested an indefinite extension of their stay in our country, citing psychological rehabilitation as the reason."

Yuan Yi closed the memo in his hand, his tone somewhat dry:

"Furthermore, Master Tian Shu personally requested that I dine at the main residence of the Abe family tonight."

These words were spoken.

The faces of the high-ranking executives sitting around the round table immediately turned even more unpleasant than if they had eaten a bitter melon.

"Too deceiving!"

A hot-tempered senator slammed his hand on the table, splashing tea all over the floor.

"This is a taunt! This is extortion! We've already lost money on three mines, what else does he want?!"

"Do they really think our Great Japanese Empire is some kind of inn they own?!"

“Congressman Yamamoto, please watch your words.”

The official representative, who had remained silent, gave him a cold glance.

"If you're not satisfied, you can go to Abe's house tonight and point your finger at that real person and yell at him."

"As long as you have the guts."

The senator named Yamamoto immediately shut his mouth, his face flushed red, like a punctured balloon.

Are you kidding me?

That's a living ancestor who could easily destroy an entire island!

Should I go and yell at him to his face?

Do you want to die?!

"Alright, since they've already spoken, and we're in the wrong first, we have no choice but to accept it."

The official representative rubbed his aching temples, turned to look at Abe Genji, and looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and helplessness in his eyes.

"Minamoto no Yoshi, this time your Abe family will have to suffer."

"No matter what he asks for, no matter what information he wants to see, one word: give it to him!"

Even if he were to empty your family's library, you would still have to smile and help him find a moving company.

In short.

He gritted his teeth and issued the final, top-level order:

"Stroke him in the right direction! Absolutely, absolutely do not let him find a reason to get angry!"

Abe Genji took a deep breath and bowed his head heavily.

"Yes. For the sake of the bigger picture, Yuan Yi understands what to do."

I walked out of the headquarters building.

Abe Genji looked up at the gloomy sky and gave a bitter smile.

"Eat food..."

"This meal is probably harder to swallow than a knife."

.......

Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

Night falls and the city lights begin to twinkle.

Deep within this prime, bustling area where every inch of land is incredibly valuable.

It is a traditional Japanese manor that is very spacious and quiet in the middle of the city.

Both sides of the driveway.

Candles burned inside the rustic stone lanterns, exuding tranquility and solemnity in the misty rain.

Three black minivans slowly pulled up in front of the manor's heavy gate.

The car door had just been opened.

Zhang Chulan poked his head out.