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

"However, regarding the aristocratic families mentioned in this report, I did come into contact with some secrets when I was working in the logistics department of the Yin-Yang Bureau."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan's group immediately perked up their ears.

Zhuge Qing leaned slightly forward, his tone gentle yet sharp:

"Sir, I would like to hear more about it."

Masao Abe picked up his teacup to moisten his throat, seemingly sorting out long-forgotten thoughts.

"That family... has an extremely strange way of doing things, or rather, they are extremely cautious."

The old man still found it somewhat unbelievable when he recalled the scene from back then:

"Although they are cooperating with us, they never show their true faces. Every time supplies or intelligence are handed over, the people who come wear various masks."

Even high-ranking military officials at the time, and even some of the leaders of the various bureaus, couldn't uncover their true background or determine which faction or sect within China they belonged to.

"So secure?"

Wang Ye stroked his chin. "Why are these people so wary of even their business partners? What are they after?"

"Good question, young Taoist priest."

Abe Masao looked at Wang Ye, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy eyes:

"Every betrayal and cooperation comes with its equivalent price. The reason that family was willing to defy public opinion and do so many dirty, shady things for us..."

"It's all in exchange for one thing."

The old man lowered his voice and uttered three words:

"The Art of Divine Control".

"Divine Control Technique?"

Zhang Chulan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, and the other two, only to find that they also looked bewildered.

"What is that thing? It sounds pretty cringey." Zhang Chulan asked humbly.

Masao Abe gave a wry smile and explained:

"Back then, our main force accidentally discovered this martial art in an ancient site deep in the mountains of China."

"After being appraised by the Yin-Yang Bureau, this technique is divided into two volumes, and it is definitely an extraordinary technique."

Masao Abe sighed.

"Unfortunately, what we unearthed back then was only the second half of the scroll."

"Without the first half as a guide, the second half is just a pile of waste paper in our hands."

"so……"

Zhuge Qing continued his reasoning, his eyes narrowing slightly:

"You used this half-finished scroll as bait to lure out that Chinese aristocratic family that had been hiding in the shadows."

"They did things for you, and you're paying them with this tattered scroll?"

"exactly."

Masao Abe nodded:

"Those people showed unimaginable fanaticism for this 'Divine Art.' They would grant almost any request in order to obtain it."

"I think the girl in this photo was one of the bargaining chips they sent in exchange for the tattered scroll."

The clues have now come to a complete conclusion.

Although the mastermind behind it was not directly identified.

But the "Divine Art" was undoubtedly a crucial guiding light in the vast darkness.

"That's interesting."

After hearing this story, Zhang Tianyi showed no indignation, but rather found it somewhat amusing.

He stood up and casually patted the hem of his clothes.

"Alright, that's the end of the story. This meal wasn't a complete waste."

"Head of the Abe family, thank you for your hospitality."

Seeing Zhang Tianyi about to leave, Abe Nobuaki and his son, as if they had received a pardon, quickly stood up as well.

"You flatter me, it is an honor for the Abe family to share your burdens!"

The group escorted Zhang Tianyi and the others to the main gate of the manor.

The night breeze was cool, and the van had been waiting for a long time.

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to open the car door...

Abe Nobuaki gave a wink to the butler beside him.

The butler understood immediately.

He immediately led several strong servants, carrying two heavy chests made of Phoebe zhennan wood, and respectfully came over.

"A real person."

Abe Nobuaki smiled broadly and spoke in a humble tone:

"You must be tired from your journey to Japan. Please accept these simple local specialties as a way to pass the time on your travels."

Zhang Chulan's radar activated instantly.

He spotted the slightly open gap in the wooden crate.

Good guy!

Inside were neatly arranged spiritual jade treasures!

"Oh dear! Head of the Abe family! What are you doing!"

Zhang Chulan immediately stepped forward and stood in front of the wooden box.

He waved his hands repeatedly, his expression one of righteous indignation:

"We are all civilized people, and we believe in the principle of a gentleman's friendship, as pure as water! You're indulging in these material things; aren't you just using money to corrupt our noble souls?!"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Zhang Chulan refused righteously while opening his arms wide.

His two hands gripped the edges of the two wooden boxes very naturally and tightly, his fingers almost digging into the cracks in the wood.

They acted as if they were afraid someone would carry the box back.

Wang Ye stood behind, painfully rubbing his forehead, and turned to look elsewhere.

Zhuge Qing suppressed a laugh and covered half of his face with a folding fan.

Abe Nobuaki is a seasoned veteran; he can easily see through what this kid is up to.

He immediately and cooperatively pressed Zhang Chulan's hand down, speaking earnestly:

"Brother Chu Lan! This is a testament to the deep friendship between the supernatural beings of our two countries!"

"If you don't accept it, that means you're looking down on the Abe family. I won't be able to sleep well tonight!"

“Well… since you’ve put it this way, Patriarch.”

Zhang Chulan feigned a wronged expression, as if saying, "I was truly forced into this situation," and let out a long sigh:

"For the sake of friendship between our two countries, and so that you can sleep peacefully, I will reluctantly swallow this bitter pill!"

"Old Wang! Old Qing! What are you all standing there for? Can't you see their sincerity? Hurry up and load them onto the truck! Don't disappoint Head of the Abe family!"

Under the twitching gaze of Abe Nobuaki and his son.

The group quickly stuffed the two large boxes into the trunk.

Zhang Tianyi sat in the back seat, looking out the window at the group of lively characters, and smiled silently.

He reached out and rubbed the head of Chen Duo, who was sitting next to him, dozing off while hugging a rabbit doll.

"Let's drive. Back home."

Chapter 447 A Triumphant Return, Master Wang's Perspective on Troubles

10,000 meters above the ground.

The company's private plane is smoothly traversing through the clouds.

The atmosphere inside the cabin was completely different from the tension of the outbound journey; it was now filled with the joy and peace of returning with a shipment.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands..."

Zhang Chulan was sticking his butt out, holding a calculator in his hand, and poking around with the two large golden nanmu wood boxes that the Abe family had gifted him.

His already small eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled, his lips even harder to suppress than AK's.

"My goodness, those Japanese are really rich. This golden nanmu, this flowing amber, and several stacks of bearer bonds..."

As Zhang Chulan counted the items, he patted his chest in anguish:

"If I had known they would be so generous, I should have said a few more words of refusal at the door. Maybe I could have gotten two more boxes out of them!"

"I've lost big! I had a terrible performance this time, I've lost hundreds of millions!"

Hearing this outrageous statement, Zhang Lingyu, sitting opposite, took a deep breath and silently turned her head to look at the white clouds outside the window.

"Alright, Lao Zhang, wipe your drool off. It'll detract from that century-old ginseng."

A weak, feeble voice came from the side.

Wang Ye lay sprawled out in his chair.

What's comical is that this Taoist priest was wearing two completely sun-blocking eye masks on his face.

Even his hands were kept obediently in his sleeve pockets, as if he was deliberately avoiding contact with anything.

"Oh dear, Master Wang, what are you up to?"

Zhang Chulan leaned closer, curiously examining Wang Ye's appearance: