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

The driver jogged over and opened the car door.

A foot wearing a Chelsea boot landed.

Zhang Tianyi, wearing a trench coat and sunglasses, with a lollipop in his mouth, swaggered down like a mafia godfather inspecting work.

"Welcome, Master Tian Shu, for your guidance!"

Two rows of men in black suits bowed in unison, their voices deafening, startling passersby.

"Wow, what a grand display."

Zhang Tianyi took off his sunglasses, glanced around, and looked at the smiling middle-aged secretary standing at the front with a half-smile:

"Where's Fatty Zhao? Why didn't he come down to greet us personally?"

"Are you afraid I'll hang him on the tree again, so you're hiding upstairs and too scared to come down?"

The secretary was so frightened her legs went weak, and she quickly smiled apologetically:

"No way! Chairman Zhao... he's dealing with an urgent document! He specifically instructed me to make sure you're treated well! This way, please, the private elevator is ready!"

"Urgent documents?"

Zhang Tianyi snorted and stepped inside:

"I think he's taking blood pressure medication urgently."

……

Top floor, Chairman's office.

Zhao Fangxu was sitting behind that large desk, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, which was still trembling slightly.

He watched the figure walk into the elevator on the monitor screen, feeling his heart pounding with each tick of the elevator numbers.

"Ding--"

The elevator doors opened.

Before anyone was even seen, a lazy voice drifted in.

"Hey Xiao Zhao, your office renovation is terrible."

"Too serious, too depressing. There's not even a game console. What do you do to slack off at work? Play cards?"

The office door was pushed open.

Zhang Tianyi strolled in with his hands in his pockets, as if he were returning to his own home.

He looked around, touching the antique vase and tapping the solid wood bookshelf, before finally settling his gaze on Zhao Fangxu's comfortable-looking office chair.

"Fatty Zhao, long time no see."

Chapter 56 Dual-Handed Technique? I'm definitely taking this Daoist!

Zhang Tianyi walked to the desk, placed his hands on the surface, leaned forward, and brought his young and handsome face close to Zhao Fangxu's round, old face.

"What? Haven't seen me for decades? Don't you recognize me?"

Zhao Fangxu swallowed hard, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and stood up shakily.

"Uncle Zhang...you...you've arrived..."

That cry of "Uncle Zhang" was uttered with considerable frustration and helplessness, yet it also came out rather...naturally.

There's nothing we can do; seniority is what it is.

Back when he was wearing open-crotch pants, this is exactly how this guy amused him.

"Oh, sweetie."

Zhang Tianyi smiled and reached out, wanting to pinch Zhao Fangxu's cheek like she did when they were kids.

Zhao Fangxu instinctively shrank back, but there was no way to dodge it.

"Snapped."

Zhang Tianyi's hand still gripped that lump of fat, and he even tugged at it a couple of times:

"Tsk tsk tsk, although it's a bit old, the feel of it hasn't changed. The collagen has been lost, but the fat has been replenished."

"Uncle Zhang! Give me some face! This is the company!"

Zhao Fangxu's face turned bright red, and he was on the verge of tears.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Zhang Tianyi released his grip and pointed to the executive chair:

"Step aside, let me sit down. This chair looks nice, much better than my rattan chair."

How could Zhao Fangxu dare to say no?

I had no choice but to obediently give up my seat and then stand next to the desk like a schoolchild who had made a mistake.

Watching that "elder" who was decades younger than him comfortably nestle into his chair and put his feet up on his pile of top-secret documents, he watched as the person settled in comfortably.

"Phew...that feels good."

Zhang Tianyi spun around in his chair twice before looking up at Zhao Fangxu:

"Xiao Zhao, don't be nervous, sit down."

He pointed to the guest sofa opposite him.

Zhao Fangxu sat down tremblingly, halfway on his buttocks: "Uncle Zhang... what brings you here today?"

"It's not really an instruction, I just came to ask you about something."

Zhang Tianyi dropped his playful grin and his eyes became slightly more serious.

He pulled a photo out of his pocket; it was a picture of Tian Jinzhong from back then, full of vigor and with all his limbs intact.

"As you know, my third junior brother... Jinzhong, has been crippled for so many years."

Zhang Tianyi's fingers gently caressed the photo, his voice low:

"The main reason I came down the mountain this time is for this matter."

“Xiao Zhao, you are the chairman of Na Du Tong. You should have files on all the extraordinary methods used by people in the world.”

Zhang Tianyi suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp and fixed on Zhao Fangxu:

"tell me."

"Is there any way in this world to regenerate severed limbs and restore meridians?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fangxu was taken aback.

He originally thought this man was there to cause trouble, or to put pressure on Xia He because of her.

Unexpectedly, it was all for Tian Jinzhong.

Zhao Fangxu pushed up his glasses, and the fear on his face subsided somewhat, replaced by a solemn and thoughtful expression.

"Legs regenerate... meridians are restored..."

Zhao Fangxu pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"If it's just ordinary bone setting and tendon repair, current medical techniques combined with some extraordinary healing skills might be able to achieve it."

“But Senior Tian’s injury is decades old, and he has lost his hands and feet... This is already a damage at the level of creation.”

"Ordinary medical skills, even those of a divine physician, are probably powerless to reverse the situation."

Zhang Tianyi frowned, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, and the temperature of the air around him instantly dropped.

So...you mean there's no hope?

"No! Don't rush!"

Feeling that terrifying sense of oppression, Zhao Fangxu quickly waved his hand, cold sweat pouring down his forehead again.

"Ordinary methods won't work, but there are indeed some extraordinary methods in this world!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Tianyi's eyes lit up. "Speak!"

Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath and lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard:

"Uncle Zhang, you should know about the Jia Shen Rebellion back then, which was triggered by the Eight Extraordinary Skills, right?"

"Nonsense, I know that."

"Among the Eight Extraordinary Skills, there is one technique called the Dual-Handed Technique."

"Dual-wielding?"

Zhang Tianyi repeated the name.

"That's right, both life and health are preserved."

Zhao Fangxu explained:

"This technique is extremely mysterious. It is said that it is divided into red hand and blue hand."

"Blue Hand Soul Cultivator can freely modify and view the memories and souls of others."

"And the red hand...cultivates the body."

Zhao Fangxu looked at Zhang Tianyi and said, word by word:

"Red Hand possesses unparalleled physical modification abilities. Not only can it heal injuries, but it can even... reshape the body and regenerate severed limbs!"

"If we can find a successor to those skilled in this art, Elder Tian's injuries... might truly be curable!"

"boom!"

Zhang Tianyi slammed his hand on the table, nearly shattering the valuable mahogany desk.

He jumped up from his chair, his eyes gleaming with wild joy:

"Dual-wielding?! Excellent! What a wonderful dual-wielding technique!"

"I knew there was always a way out!"