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

He even pulled up a small stool from the side and sat down, then started pointing:

"Besides, your dish soap is good at removing grease, but not so good at removing rust. I'll have Chu Lan go to the supermarket and buy you a bottle of Mr. Muscle later, that stuff is really powerful."

"Okay." Feng Baobao carefully noted down the suggestion.

Just as the two were talking.

Zhang Chulan, with messy hair and a few printed papers in his hand, yawned as he walked out of the lobby.

Following behind him was Wang Ye, who also looked like he hadn't woken up yet, and Zhuge Qing, who was holding a cup of black coffee and trying to prolong his life.

"Good morning, sir."

Zhang Chulan walked to the eaves, found a step at random, plopped down, and spread the paper in his hand on his knees.

He glanced at Feng Baobao, who was squatting by the flower bed washing her shovel, then at the pure gold wine bottle that was being brutally trampled on again, and his lips twitched.

But he wisely chose to keep quiet and pretend he didn't see it.

After all, this manor is full of things that defy common sense.

"Have you found something?"

Zhang Tianyi took a sip of tea, then turned his gaze back to Zhang Chulan.

"We're starting to see some progress, but it's also making things even more troublesome."

Zhang Chulan rubbed his sore eyes and handed over the documents in his hand.

"Lao Wang and Lao Qing reviewed the game using Qimen Dunjia last night, along with the scraps we've gleaned from the company archives these past few days."

"This Shen family is like a tortoise shell, slippery and without any flaws."

"Moreover, I suspect they also have experts in Qimen Dunjia providing advice behind the scenes."

Zhang Chulan pointed to the data in the document, his expression gradually becoming serious:

"The history of Changqing Group's rise over the past thirty years is entirely due to legitimate investments made by riding the wave of the times."

Interestingly, however, a huge sum of money they receive each year flows through a complex network of overseas charitable accounts, ultimately ending up in Sichuan and Northeast China.

"The funds are nominally for ecological protection and the restoration of ancient buildings."

"Repair a dilapidated temple?"

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow; that excuse certainly sounded plausible.

"Yes."

Zhuge Qing took a sip of bitter coffee and picked up the conversation.

“If it were an ordinary wealthy businessman doing charity, it would be normal to repair bridges and roads. But we investigated where those funds ultimately ended up.”

"Without exception, they are all located deep in famous mountains and rivers that are rarely visited by people, and these places are rare 'qi eyes' in our feng shui."

Wang Ye, with his hands in his sleeves, leaned against a wooden pillar, his tone languid yet incisive:

"They're not building a temple, they're acquiring land."

"Or rather, under the guise of renovation, they sealed off these places where spiritual energy gathers, preventing outsiders from getting close."

Hearing this...

Zhang Tianyi placed the purple clay teapot in his hand on the stone platform next to him.

"Acquire land, cultivate the environment..."

"This group has big plans."

Zhang Chulan nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"Master, what should we do next? I now have reason to suspect that what's hidden behind the Shen family might be related to that mysterious family."

"Hehe, it's not impossible."

"Since we have no other leads, let's continue investigating along this line."

“They even spent 300 million to buy a piece of wood before. These businessmen really have too much money to burn.”

Zhang Tianyi shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"But since they are so wealthy and powerful, it would seem petty of our Celestial Master's Mansion if we didn't go and ask for a share."

He stood up and stretched:

"Chu Lan, come with me to Changqing Group tomorrow. We're going to meet that Mr. Shen."

……

Changqing Group Beijing Branch.

The spacious chairman's office is furnished in a minimalist style, yet exudes understated luxury.

Shen Wanning stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Holding a glass of warm water, I looked down at the traffic below, which appeared as tiny as ants.

Her expression was calm, but deep within her clear, cold eyes lay unfathomable thoughts.

Behind him, Shen Zezheng reported the results of the investigation over the past two days with a stern expression.

"Young Miss, we've found out."

Shen Ze gently placed a document on the table.

"The identities of those people who escaped right under our noses two days ago using the art of divination have been confirmed."

"They are Wang Ye, the second young master of China Overseas Group, and... Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, employees of Nadutong North China Region."

Hearing these three names.

Shen Wanning turned around, her brows furrowing slightly.

"It's not surprising that Wang Ye from Zhonghai became a disciple of Wudang and is a master of Qimen Dunjia."

“But that employee named Zhang Chulan… I remember last night, it was him who brought that girl.”

"Yes."

Shen Ze nodded, his tone growing increasingly heavy:

“Young Miss, this Zhang Chulan may seem like an unreliable handyman on the surface, but I’ve investigated him carefully.”

"His background is very complicated."

Shen Ze's Adam's apple bobbed, seemingly feeling a bit awkward about what he was about to say:

"This kid is not only the champion of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, but more importantly, his current backer is that person from the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain..."

"Tian Shu Zhenren".

This name came out.

In the spacious office, the air seemed to thin out.

Shen Wanning's fingers tightened unconsciously as she gripped the water glass.

Even though she never easily gets involved in the conflicts of the supernatural world.

But she still felt an instinctive fear of this name that had recently stirred up a huge wave in the community and even silenced the entire world of supernatural beings single-handedly.

"The Celestial Master's Mansion..."

Shen Wanning murmured softly as she walked to her desk, her gaze falling on Zhang Chulan's smiling ID photo on the tablet screen.

"It is no coincidence that they went to look at our charity fund's records."

Shen Wanning's brain was working at lightning speed.

As a leader accustomed to being in control of the overall situation, she would never allow any unknown risks to escape her sight.

"We have been very discreet in our investment in the southwest and northeast over the years."

Even if they look at the ledgers, they certainly won't be able to figure out our true purpose in a short time.

Shen Wanning calmly analyzed the situation.

"But that girl who looks like the Zero body is a time bomb."

If she really is connected to that incident decades ago, once the Celestial Master's Mansion gets involved and investigates to the end..."

The Shen family's century-old foundation may truly face a catastrophic disaster.

"Young Miss, should I arrange for someone to go and probe the situation at Xishan Manor?"

Shen Ze stepped forward, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes:

“Even if he is a master from the Celestial Master’s Mansion, in the capital, our Changqing Group is not someone to be trifled with.”

"madness."

Shen Wanning gave a cold rebuke without any mercy.

She raised her head, her gaze fixed intently on Shen Ze:

"Go and test a living god that even the Ten Elders would avoid? Do you think our Shen family is living too peacefully right now?"

Shen Ze lowered his head after being scolded, not daring to refute.

"The rules of the business world are worthless in the face of absolute power imbalance."

Shen Wanning picked up her water glass, took a sip, and forced herself to calm down.

"Since they didn't confront us on the spot, but instead chose to sneak in and investigate the information, it means they don't have any solid evidence yet."

"This gives us room to maneuver."

Shen Wanning put down the water glass in her hand.

On that beautiful and noble face, a resolute determination, as if she had nothing to lose, appeared.

"Prepare the car."

Shen Wanning issued the order.

"Young Miss, where are you going?" Shen Ze was taken aback.

"Go to Xishan Manor."