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

"That kid Huaiyi, although he's gone..."

Zhang Tianyi wiped the oil stains off his hands, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

It seems like they are trying to dig out those long-forgotten memories from the depths of their minds.

"But he must have left offspring, right? That big-eared thief may be ugly, but he got those peach blossom eyes from me; he's destined to be a womanizer."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, crushed the empty Coke can in his hand, and casually tossed it into the trash can in the corner, his movements as precise as if he were shooting a basketball.

"He has a grandson. His name is Zhang Chulan."

"Zhang Chulan..."

Zhang Tianyi repeated the name in a low voice, his brows furrowing slightly.

As a time traveler, he certainly knew this name.

That's the protagonist of the original story, a shameless guy.

But before he transmigrated, the comic "Under One Person" was updated slower than a tortoise crawling.

In addition, he lived in this world for twenty years and then slept for over seventy years.

After nearly a century of time, the memories of the plot from the previous life have long been fragmented, like a jigsaw puzzle that has been torn apart and pieced back together.

He remembered Zhang Huaiyi comprehending the "Qi Body Source Flow," remembered the Jia Shen Rebellion, and remembered Zhang Chulan being a virgin with a cinnabar mark...

But that's it.

The specific details of the conspiracy, who the mastermind is, and the true story of Feng Baobao's background...

"Damn it, I can't remember."

Zhang Tianyi scratched his head in frustration.

"If only I had memorized the comics before I time-traveled back then."

"Senior brother, what did you say?"

Tian Jinzhong looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing. I just thought that big-eared bastard had a good name. Chu Lan, which sounds more sophisticated than that rustic name 'Huaiyi'."

Zhang Tianyi made up a story off the top of his head, then his eyes sharpened as he looked at Zhang Zhiwei:

"Since you have a grandson, why not bring him back up the mountain? No matter how serious Huaiyi's crimes were back then, with you here, who would dare to touch his grandson?"

Zhang Zhiwei sighed, a hint of helplessness appearing on his old face:

"We can't bring him back. That child... wants to live a normal life."

"Moreover, too many people are eyeing him. The so-called demons of Quanxing, and the so-called Ten Elders, are all coveting what Huaiyi left behind."

"The Ten Elders?"

Zhang Tianyi sneered, a disdainful smile curving his lips, and faint crackling lightning crackled around him.

"Where did this Tom, Dick, and Harry come from? Back when I beat that brat Lu Jin so badly he was crying for his parents, he didn't even have this reputation yet, did he?"

"Lu Jin is now one of the Ten Elders."

Zhang Zhiwei added insult to injury with a quiet remark.

"Oh, that little crybaby, it's alright now. If even he can become a big shot, it seems there's no one else left in the world of supernatural beings."

Zhang Tianyi curled his lip, his tone extremely arrogant.

"When I see him another day, I'll have to ask him if the lightning mark on his butt has disappeared."

Upon hearing this, a smile involuntarily appeared on Tian Jinzhong's pale face.

It's been so many years since I've heard such reassuringly arrogant words.

In front of this senior brother, it seems that no matter how big the trouble is, it is not a big deal.

"Let's get down to business."

Zhang Tianyi abandoned his joking thoughts, sat cross-legged on the bed, propped his chin up with one hand, and his eyes sharpened:

"Just now, I opened my mind's net to the fullest and sensed that things were in chaos on this mountain, with quite a few unfamiliar faces. Also, what were you saying in the courtyard just now... the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?"

The Grand Ritual of Luotian.

One of the most solemn sacrificial activities in Taoism.

Longhu Mountain has held similar events before, but they were mostly for internal disciples to practice and worship their ancestors.

But something's definitely not right today.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, his expression turning serious:

"That's right, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. It's in a month."

“Usually this is a matter between our own people, but this time… I’m making it public. I’m inviting all the young people in the world of supernatural beings, regardless of their sect or background, to participate.”

"The victor is qualified to inherit the position of the next Celestial Master."

"You want to choose the Celestial Master?"

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow. "This isn't like you. What a load of rubbish that Heavenly Master's Decree is! Didn't you know when your master passed it on to you? Who are you trying to push into a fire pit?"

His memory of the "Celestial Master's Ordination" was also vague.

All I remember is that it was the core of the Celestial Master's lineage, seemingly containing immense restrictions and secrets.

Once you accept it, it's like taking on a heavy shackle.

"If I don't push it away, someone else will come and snatch it."

Zhang Zhiwei gazed intently at the rain outside the window:

"Zhang Chulan has been born, and Huaiyi's Qi Source Flow has appeared in the world. The entire world of supernatural beings has gone crazy. Those old guys are forcing their way out and want to arrest and interrogate that child."

“I can’t just go down the mountain to protect him for the rest of my life, so I had to set up this scheme.”

"I want Zhang Chulan to come back openly and honestly, and for him to... win all of this within the rules."

"Once he becomes the successor to the Celestial Master, let's see who dares to touch him!"

Zhang Tianyi understood.

This is an open conspiracy.

The old master is paving the way for Zhang Chulan, and taking the opportunity of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony to teach those arrogant forces a lesson.

"That's interesting."

Zhang Tianyi stroked his chin, a slight electric arc flashing in his eyes.

"So, this isn't just a martial arts competition, but a hunt targeting our Longhu Mountain? Are all the little brats in the world coming here to run wild?"

That's roughly the idea.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded. "That's why I'm having a headache. There are quite a few tricky characters among these younger generation."

"The Zhuge family's Wuhou Qimen, the Lu family's successors, and those insidious tricks from the Wang and Lü families..."

"Headache my ass."

Zhang Tianyi suddenly jumped off the bed, stretched his neck, and made a series of cracking sounds.

He walked to the window, looked at the Longhu Mountain outside, which had been washed clean by the rain, and a dangerous smile appeared on his lips.

It was the excitement of a hunter seeing a mountain full of prey.

"Since these people want to play, then I, the patriarch, will play along with them."

Zhang Tianyi turned around, his back to the light, and the expression on his face looked somewhat eerie in the shadows:

"Big guy, are there any rules in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony that forbid elders from instructing juniors?"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyelids twitched, and an ominous premonition arose within him:

"Second brother, what do you think you're doing? You're over a hundred years old, do you want to bully a child?"

"You're a grandmaster now! If you make a move, wouldn't that be like a max-level character going to a newbie village to slaughter everyone? Have you no shame?"

"Tch, who said I was going to participate?"

Zhang Tianyi rolled her eyes and pointed confidently to her own delicate, youthful face:

"Looking like this, who would dare to say I'm a centenarian? Even if I said I was your newly accepted last disciple, or a long-lost illegitimate child... cough cough, illegitimate child is out of the question."

He walked to Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair and gently patted the old man's shoulder:

"Jinzhong, do you want to see your senior brother avenge you?"

"Back then, the three of us brothers couldn't protect Huaiyi. This time, Huaiyi's grandson has arrived."

"I want to see who dares to lay a finger on that kid at this grand ceremony."

"If anyone dares to extend their claws, I'll chop them off and turn them into pickled chicken feet!"

Looking at his spirited second senior brother, Tian Jinzhong's eyes glistened with tears, and he nodded heavily.

"I want to see it! Senior brother...I want to see it!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at his two junior brothers, who were singing in unison, and helplessly rubbed his forehead.

It’s over.

This grand Taoist ritual is likely to turn into a "great calamity."

Those so-called young geniuses... good luck to them.

"By the way, big guy."

Zhang Tianyi suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked:

"What's Zhang Chulan's personality like? Is he as honest and simple as Huaiyi, someone who gets bullied?"

In his memory, Zhang Chulan seemed to be a rather smooth person, but he forgot exactly how smooth he was.

Zhang Zhiwei's lips twitched, and his expression became somewhat strange:

"Honest? Well... you'll see when you meet him. That kid... is exactly like you back then, even... surpassing you."

"Oh?"