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

"Pfft!"

Wang Ye's knees buckled, and he knelt down so decisively that it even stirred up a gust of wind.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowed his head, and spoke in a loud, clear voice, his respect so impeccable that no one could find fault with him.

"This junior is Wang Ye of Wudang!"

"Greetings... Immortal Master Tian Shu!!"

Chapter 61: Bloodshed Imminent? Set Up an Array to Cleanse the Evil Spirits!

The huge living room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Wang Ye knelt on the ground, head bowed, hands clasped in a fist, maintaining that standard "pleading guilty" posture, not daring to move an inch.

His back was soaked with cold sweat.

It’s over.

This time it's really over.

Offending the old Celestial Master might just mean getting a beating, but offending this one...

Given this ancestor's past conduct, who knows what kind of twisted pranks he might have in store for me?

On the sofa, Zhang Tianyi didn't rush to wake him up.

He slowly picked up his teacup, skimmed off the foam, took a small sip, and then let out a sarcastic "tsk."

That "tsk" sound hit Wang Ye's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Master Wang, please don't be like that."

Zhang Tianyi put down his teacup, flicked his whisk lightly, and spoke in a lazy tone with a hint of sarcasm:

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? Why are you kneeling down now?"

"I am but a swindler, how can I accept such a grand gesture from you, a disciple of Wudang? Please get up, don't embarrass me."

Wang Ye felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn't telling him to get up; it was clearly pushing him into a fire pit!

"Immortal Master! Senior! Second Master!"

Wang Ye raised his head, and his face, which usually looked like he hadn't slept, was now filled with sincerity and fear:

"This junior was blind to your greatness! This junior was... was blinded by lard! And blinded by eye boogers!"

"Please, don't hold a grudge against me, just let me go like a fart!"

"Hmph! You bastard!"

Before Zhang Tianyi could speak, Wang Weiguo, who was standing next to her, became anxious.

Although he didn't know exactly what the value of "Second Master" was, seeing his son so frightened and Zhang Tianyi's steady aura, he knew perfectly well that this was a true deity.

Wang Weiguo kicked Wang Ye in the buttocks and cursed angrily:

"How dare you speak to an immortal like that? We send you to Wudang Mountain to cultivate your mind and body, and this is the kind of look you develop? You can't even recognize a true immortal?"

"Quickly apologize to the immortal! If he doesn't forgive you, don't even bother going home, just go beg for food under the overpass!"

Watching the father and son working together in this back-and-forth, Zhang Tianyi, who had been trying to appear serious, finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"Alright, alright, get out of the way."

Zhang Tianyi waved his hand, his aloof expression instantly melting away, reverting to his usual carefree self:

"Just kidding. Look how scared you are. Your face is all white, like a freshly painted wall."

"I originally just wanted to see you, this lazy kid, get your comeuppance, but now that I've seen enough, it's no longer interesting."

Wang Ye felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he collapsed to the ground, letting out a long sigh of relief, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

"Thank you... thank you for your magnanimity, Second Master."

"However..."

Zhang Tianyi changed the subject, her gaze drifting to the large table of delicacies already laid out on the dining table:

"Although the death penalty can be avoided, compensation for emotional distress still needs to be calculated."

He stood up, waved his sleeve, and pointed at the Australian lobster that was thicker than his arm:

"If you don't treat me well this noon, we'll settle this later."

Upon hearing this, Wang Weiguo immediately beamed with joy:

"That's easy! That's perfect! Immortal Master, please take a seat! Let's eat and chat!"

……

The meal was a great success, with both hosts and guests thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Zhang Tianyi fully demonstrated the fine tradition of "a fool wouldn't take advantage of a bargain" and launched a fierce attack on the table full of high-end ingredients that are rarely seen in normal times.

He had an abalone in his left hand, a sea cucumber in his right, and was chewing on Wagyu beef.

Although his eating manners were bold, in Wang Weiguo's eyes, this was called true nature and returning to simplicity.

Needless to say, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao are two different people. One is a reincarnation of a starving ghost, and the other is content as long as there is food, working hard and devouring everything in a flash.

Wang Ye sat at the lower end, watching the three of them devour the food like they were at a buffet. His lips twitched, but he could only force a smile and occasionally had to peel shrimp shells for them.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Looking at Zhang Tianyi, who was eating with grease on his face and looking completely satisfied, Wang Weiguo felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.

He felt the time was right, so he rubbed his hands together, a look of ingratiation and hesitation on his face.

“That… Master Tian Shu.”

Wang Weiguo carefully poured Zhang Tianyi a glass of wine:

"Look, you just spotted my ailment at a glance and cured it effortlessly. Your skills are truly miraculous."

“I did it on a whim, Mr. Wang, you need not worry about it.”

Zhang Tianyi picked her teeth with a toothpick, looking completely nonchalant.

"Yes, yes, it's a small matter for you, but it's a life-saving grace for me!"

Wang Weiguo paused, lowered his voice, and his expression became somewhat solemn:

“Real person, actually... besides my health, I've been feeling lately that things aren't quite peaceful in this house either.”

"Oh?"

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow and put down the toothpick.

"Well... how should I put it?"

Wang Weiguo frowned, seemingly organizing his thoughts:

"Ever since that unfilial son came back, I've always felt a sense of unease around my villa. Sometimes when I'm sleeping at night, I can hear noises outside, but when I ask the security guards to check, there's nothing there."

"And I always feel uneasy, my right eyelid keeps twitching, and I always feel like something bad is going to happen."

"You're an expert in this field, could you take a look at the feng shui of this house? Is there something wrong with it? Or... has it attracted some unclean spirits?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye paused with his chopsticks, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes.

He knew that various forces in the world of supernatural beings were monitoring him, and that he had brought trouble home and implicated his father.

He was about to explain when Zhang Tianyi suddenly reached out a hand and stopped him.

Zhang Tianyi slowly put down his wine glass, and the drunkenness on his face vanished instantly.

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth a few steps in front of the large French windows.

Those purple eyes seemed to be admiring the scenery, but in reality, they had already activated their "mind network," taking in all the activity within several kilometers of the villa.

In the bushes, on rooftops, even on the roof of the building opposite...

There are at least a dozen "rats" hiding there.

They were all staring at us with ill intent.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Zhang Tianyi turned around, his expression becoming unusually serious, even tinged with sorrow:

“Layman Wang, your feeling… is absolutely right.”

Wang Weiguo's heart skipped a beat: "Master, what have you noticed?"

"A terrible omen! A very bad omen!"

Zhang Tianyi flicked his whisk, pointed out the window, and his tone became ethereal and profound:

“Your house is a treasure land, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, where the wind gathers and energy accumulates. Logically speaking, living here should bring you wealth and peace to your home.”

"but!"

This sudden turn of events made Wang Weiguo's heart leap into his throat.

“In the past few days, this house has been surrounded by an extremely dense aura of yin energy!”

"This aura is hostile, and there are many of them. They're like a pack of hungry wolves, drooling over you, this piece of fat meat!"

"This is called... a hundred ghosts parade at night, and a host of evil spirits lurking!"

"If it's not cleaned up in time, at best you'll lose money to avoid disaster, at worst... there might be bloodshed!"

"Pfft!"

Wang Weiguo was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed into his chair, his face turning pale.

"Blood...bloodshed?! Real person! Help! You must save my whole family!"

Wang Ye sat beside him, his eyes twitching as he listened.

What the hell is this?! A parade of a hundred demons at night?!

Those were clearly a group of supernatural spies!

But looking at Zhang Tianyi's serious expression and then at his own father's bewildered expression, he suddenly understood something.