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

Zhang Tianyi's voice was very soft, yet it seemed to be right next to Shen Yan's ear.

next interest.

A hand rested on the back of Shen Yan's neck.

Zhang Tianyi simply clenched his five fingers slightly.

"Click."

Shen Yan's protective aura, nourished by countless blessings, shattered instantly.

He was forced to his knees on the hard ice, the sound of his bones cracking clearly audible.

"what!!!"

Shen Yan's face contorted in pain, and he was covered in cold sweat.

"Don't you like to extract other people's essence?" Zhang Tianyi looked down at him, his eyes as cold as ice.

He stretched out his other hand, forming a sword shape with his fingers, and pointed down along Shen Yan's spine.

With each point of contact, the meridians within Shen Yan's body ruptured inch by inch.

The chaotic fortune he had stolen over the past century using the [Divine Control Technique] was leaking out like a deflated balloon.

The pain of being stripped of a century's worth of cultivation left Shen Yan speechless, unable to even beg for mercy. He could only convulse in agony on the ice.

"Killing you would be too easy for you."

Zhang Tianyi stared blankly at Shen Yan, who was as utterly pathetic as mud.

He pulled the bronze-colored wine flask from his waist and slowly uncorked it.

As soon as the spout was opened, a piercing, chilling scream emanated from within.

That was the remnant soul of Xu Fu, who had been imprisoned earlier, wailing in the endless scorching heat of thunder and fire.

Upon hearing this voice, extreme fear appeared in Shen Yan's previously unfocused pupils.

He finally understood what fate awaited him.

"No...please...give me a quick death..." Shen Yan's withered lips murmured, his eyes filled with pleading.

"late."

Zhang Tianyi showed no pity whatsoever.

His palm crackled with lightning, directly gripping Shen Yan's crown.

They forcibly ripped the old man's sinful soul out of his body!

With a silent, agonizing scream, the dark gray soul was roughly stuffed into the wine jug.

The moment the stopper was put on, all was quiet.

Zhang Tianyi casually hung the wine jug back on his waist, turned his head, and looked at the trembling Shen family members not far away.

Shen Yichen, Shen Zhong, and the others had already turned ashen-faced.

"Chu Lan, Guan Da Meizi."

Zhang Tianyi took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands.

"The rest of this trash is yours. Don't pollute the water of Tianchi Lake."

Having said that, he didn't look at those people again and turned to walk towards Liu Tianxian.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up, and he drew the watermelon knife from his waist.

He twisted his neck, his eyes chillingly cold: "Alright, sir, you can go and rest over there."

Wang Ye took a deep breath, and the Qimen Dunjia formation quietly unfolded beneath his feet, blocking the Shen family's retreat.

Grandma Guan Shihua slammed her cane down hard, and Deng Youfu, Bai Shoushan, and other Northeastern immortals behind her, already surrounded her with burning anger.

"Everyone, since you dare to cause trouble in this land of white mountains and black waters, then leave your lives behind." Zhang Chulan, carrying a knife, approached step by step.

Shen Yichen knew there was absolutely no chance of survival today.

He gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, and drew his short blade, ready to fight back: "Let's fight them!"

However, his actions appeared full of flaws within Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing's Qimen formation.

There was no unnecessary talk, nor any flashy moves.

This was a one-sided purge fueled by vengeful fury.

Zhang Chulan's sword flashes, Wang Ye and the others' suppression, combined with the encirclement and suppression by the Northeast Immortals, all within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

None of the dozen or so arrogant elites of the Shen family were left able to breathe.

……

The wind stopped.

As the sky began to lighten with a pale, fish-belly white, the sunrise over Changbai Mountain always possessed a clean and refreshing beauty.

Zhang Chulan wiped the blood off the watermelon knife in the snow and sheathed it.

He turned his head and exchanged a glance with Wang Ye; the two of them breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

"Let's go check on Second Master's side," Wang Ye suggested, adjusting his sleeves.

Guan Shihua and the others wisely stayed behind to clean up the mess, without following them to disturb them.

Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye followed the ice, skirting a huge snow-covered rock, but their steps abruptly stopped a short distance away.

Their gazes fell upon the lakeside ahead, and a genuine, gentle smile appeared on their faces simultaneously.

The rising sun shines on the calm ice surface of Tianchi Lake, reflecting a shimmering golden light.

Beside that sheltered rock.

Zhang Tianyi was leaning against a rock with no proper posture, one leg bent and the other casually stretched out.

The slightly oversized trench coat was now wrapped around a petite figure.

Chen Duo rested quietly against Zhang Tianyi's legs, her little head nestled on his knees, and had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The little girl's breathing was steady, and there was a reassuring tranquility on her lips.

And beside Zhang Tianyi, less than half an arm's length away.

Liu Tianxian changed into a clean, plain robe and was sitting with her knees bent.

She was watching the sunrise in the distance, the colors of the morning glow reflected in her eyes.

"You Taoist priest, you usually seem sharp-tongued and unreasonable, but you're quite good at making people cry."

Liu Tianxian turned her head to look at Zhang Tianyi's profile, which appeared particularly soft in the morning light, her tone carrying a hint of lightness and reproach that she herself was unaware of.

"Who's lying about tears?"

Zhang Tianyi leaned against the rock, not even lifting his eyelids.

Afraid of waking Chen Duo who was sleeping on his lap, he spoke softly, but with his usual nonchalant attitude:

"What I called tactical weakness was just that. Who knew that you, the dignified ancestor of Changbai Mountain, would have such a low psychological defense, crying your eyes out at the drop of a hat?"

"You're the one who's crying!"

Liu Tianxian's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glared at him irritably.

She stretched out her slender fingers, as if to pinch that smug face.

Zhang Tianyi didn't dodge, but simply tilted her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips:

"Okay, okay, you didn't cry. I must be seeing things."

"But to be honest, the sunrise at Changbai Mountain is really beautiful. It's even more beautiful than the one at Longhu Mountain."

Liu Tianxian withdrew her hand and did not respond.

She gazed quietly at the distant horizon, listening to the even breathing around her, and feeling the warm breath of the man beside her.

During those long, desolate years, it seemed for the first time that she felt it was nice to have someone by her side to bicker with.

Behind the rocks in the distance.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan rubbed his slightly sore nose and grinned.

"Old Wang."

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice and nudged Wang Ye with his elbow.

"Look at the advisor's condition. Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate for us to go over there now?"

Wang Ye yawned, unusually refraining from refuting Zhang Chulan.

He looked at the three people bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, and a leisurely smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes."

Wang Ye turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked back:

"It's rare to have such a peaceful time, so let them rest a bit longer."

"We should also go find Senior Guan and ask him for a bowl of hot dumpling soup."

Zhang Chulan took one last look at the figure sitting in the morning light, shook his head with a smile, and turned to follow Wang Ye.

The snow-capped mountains are silent, as the first rays of dawn break through.

The rights and wrongs, the grudges and affections of this mortal world, were ultimately gently buried in the past by the wind and snow covering the mountains.

Chapter 482 New Year's Eve!

Two months always fly by when you're in seclusion in the mountains.

Before we knew it, it was Lunar New Year's Eve.

This year, the Tianshi Mansion at Longhu Mountain is more lively than ever before.

Before it even got dark, the young Taoist priests had already cleared a wide passageway through the snow in the front yard.

Large red lanterns were hung all the way down the corridor to the eaves of the Sanqing Hall.