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

He took out a palm-sized tortoise shell compass from his pocket, and then took out a small gray cloth bag.

The old man stood by the water, his feet moving in a ritualistic manner, muttering incantations.

Immediately afterwards, he tossed the contents of the bag into the air above the rushing river.

It was a handful of grayish-white powder.

The powder, upon falling into the water, was not washed away but quickly spread out, forming a translucent film that completely covered the surface of the turbulent water.

"Deceive the heavens and cross the sea, extinguish the spirit and disperse the energy."

Shen Que fastened the compass to his waist and clapped his hands in satisfaction:

"This [Spirit-Slaying Powder] is a treasure that I spent three years refining."

As long as we stay beneath this membrane, no one will be able to detect our presence.

"Grandpa's craftsmanship is naturally exquisite."

Shen Yichen smiled and offered a word of encouragement, then gestured to the team behind him.

Thump, thump...

The group of people glided smoothly into the underground river like nimble fish.

The water was icy cold.

But the elite troops of the Shen family were clearly well-trained.

They had small, portable respirators in their mouths and miniature propulsion devices hanging from their waists.

Led by Shen Zhong and several skilled individuals, they silently sailed upstream, utilizing technological equipment and their own physical abilities.

Shen Yan walked in the very middle.

He didn't even wear a respirator; he simply used a thin layer of protective Qi to deflect the water flow.

Those clear eyes surveyed the dark water, scrutinizing everything.

The team advanced underwater for a whole day.

As they went deeper, the temperature of the surrounding river water not only did not continue to drop, but instead began to faintly become warm.

The water quality has become increasingly clear, and you can even see tiny, transparent shrimp, about the size of a fingernail, swimming in the water, emitting a faint glow.

"We're getting close to the core area."

Shen Yichen glanced at the waterproof exploration watch on his wrist and gestured for the team to slow down.

Just then, Shen Zhong, who was swimming at the front, suddenly stopped.

He raised his fist, signaling everyone to be on alert.

The halo of light from the headlamp.

A dozen meters ahead, at the entrance of an underwater cave, lay a giant water python, as thick as a water vat, its entire body covered in blue scales.

The serpent had its eyes closed and was slowly breathing in and out of the cave, following the flow of water.

With each breath, the surrounding spiritual light flickered.

If anyone forces their way through, this great demon can cause a violent tremor throughout the entire water system with just a slight movement of its body.

Shen Yichen frowned slightly.

He was about to make hand gestures underwater to ask Shen Que if they should use an array to bypass it.

Shen Zhong had already moved.

The head of the Shen family's punishment hall, like a weightless shadow, slid little by little towards the green python along the cracks in the rocks at the bottom of the water.

He didn't activate any true qi, relying entirely on his physical control and the propulsion of the water flow to minimize his presence.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters...

The green python seemed to sense something; its head, as big as a water vat, twitched slightly, and its eyelids were about to open.

In the blink of an eye.

Shen Zhong pushed off the rock with both legs.

There was no violent bubbling or rolling of bubbles.

He shot forward like a hidden arrow, directly hitting the green python's vital spot!

Rotate your wrist.

An old-fashioned black short cone silently pierced the gaps in the python's scales.

This short cone was coated with a special soul-locking potion made by the Shen family.

The green python's vertical pupils had only opened halfway, and before its body could even make any struggle, the domineering medicinal power had already rushed into its brain through its bloodstream.

Its massive body twitched slightly twice before collapsing limply back into the cave, falling into a deep coma.

The whole process was smooth, efficient, and decisive.

Not a ripple was stirred, and even the small shrimp swimming by were not startled.

Shen Zhong pulled out the short cone, then took out a specially made binding net and firmly covered the python's head. He then gave a "safe" gesture to the back of his head.

I witnessed this scene.

The Shen family experts following behind all showed admiration in their eyes.

As expected of the head of the Punishment Hall, his skill in controlling the timing is truly unparalleled.

Shen Yanyou stepped forward, looked at the limp green python, and a smile of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

"Well done."

"The chilling aura behind us is no small matter. Second brother, use the [Water-Repelling Bead]."

Chapter 470 Reunion in Northeast China! This team's style is getting more and more grievous!

At the foot of Changbai Mountain, in the inner room of the Guan family ancestral hall.

The cold wind outside was whipping up heavy snowflakes, making the paper windows rustle.

"Oh my god! How come you come and go without a trace, without even giving me a heads-up!"

Grandma Guan Shihua sat cross-legged on the kang table, holding a freshly brewed hot teacup in her hand, her face crinkled with smiles.

She personally pushed the teacup to Zhang Tianyi's side, her tone full of barely suppressed surprise and enthusiasm:

"With this heavy snow, I thought I wouldn't see you all again until next spring."

"Hurry up and have some hot tea to warm yourself up. This northeastern wind is unpredictable; don't catch a chill."

Zhang Tianyi didn't stand on ceremony. He sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed) and casually pulled over a soft cushion to place under his lower back.

He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Sister Guan, please don't mention it."

Zhang Tianyi put down his teacup, lazily pointed to the few people sitting at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed), his face full of disdain:

"I was enjoying my warm room in the capital, ready to spend the winter comfortably."

Who knew these little brats would insist on causing trouble in the middle of the night, practically dragging me over here.

The inner room was packed with people at this moment.

Besides Guan Shihua, Gao Lianzheng, the head of the Northeast region, sat upright in his chair with a serious expression.

Beside him, Liu Kunsheng, transformed into a burly man, also stood respectfully.

And at the other end of the kang table.

Zhang Chulan was holding a frozen pear, nibbling at the ice crystals with his teeth.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing stood side by side against the wall, their faces somewhat pale.

Upon hearing Guan Shihua's question, Zhang Chulan put down the frozen pear and hastily wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Grandma Guan, you really can't blame us for not knowing manners."

Zhang Chulan leaned forward, lowered his voice, and his shrewd eyes were full of cunning:

"We came here under absolute secrecy this time."

"You wouldn't believe it, but these past few days, a bunch of unidentified eyes have appeared outside our manor."

Those people were incredibly skilled at surveillance; if Bao'er hadn't smelled their scent, I almost would have been fooled.

Upon hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Gao Lian's eyes:

"Chu Lan, are you being watched?"

"you do not say."

Zhang Chulan chuckled, revealing a clever glint in his eyes:

"But don't worry, Mr. Gao, I'm not one to be trifled with either."

Yesterday evening, I specifically ordered fifty takeout meals on my phone and had them all delivered to the main gate of the manor.

While the delivery guys and the lookouts were staring at each other at the door, I arranged for a garbage truck to carry swill.

We hid inside, luggage and all, and slipped out the back door unnoticed.

"..."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Zhuge Qing's hand holding the teacup stiffened slightly, as if he were recalling the indescribable sour smell from last night.

He silently opened his folding fan, covering half his face, and took a deep breath of the clean air in the room.

"It's brilliant, but the flavor is too addictive."

Wang Ye yawned, rubbed his still throbbing temples, and couldn't help but expose him:

“Old Zhang, if you come up with this idea again, I’d rather go out and deal with them first than crawl into your soft water bucket.”

Gao Lian and Liu Kunsheng looked at each other in bewilderment.