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

"Oh my god! You dare to fight back?!"

Zhang Chulan let out a strange cry, activated his palm lightning, and clashed with the opponent with a series of crackling sounds.

Wang Ye then used the flow of Tai Chi energy to slam a burly man who had charged at him to the ground with a single move called "Grasp the Sparrow's Tail."

"Boom!"

"what--!!"

Screams, crashes, and bursts of energy rose and fell in waves.

Those who try to escape will only run into an invisible wall and be caught like turtles in a jar.

……

Inside the living room.

Zhang Tianyi's ears twitched, his mental network clearly reflecting the battle situation outside.

"Tsk, this is getting a bit too loud..."

A slight smile played on his lips, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Since you're having such a good fight, then I, the Daoist Master, will have to provide you with some better background music!"

Zhang Tianyi suddenly spread his arms wide, as if conducting a grand symphony.

"The wind is coming!!"

He waved his sleeve.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

A sudden gust of wind swept through the living room, making the curtains flutter, blowing Wang Weiguo's hair wildly, and even causing the teacups on the table to rattle and clang.

Followed by.

With each heavy blow from outside, Zhang Tianyi would make a spellcasting motion in response.

Outside: "Bang!" (Sister Bao'er slaps someone)

in--

Zhang Tianyi stomped his foot: "Thunder God, help me!!"

"Boom!!"

Another clap of thunder sounded outside the window, precisely masking the muffled thud.

Outside: "Ah! My hand!"

in--

Zhang Tianyi flicked his whisk, his eyes wide with fury: "Monster! You dare to scream?! Suppress him!!"

"Whoosh—splash!!"

A gust of wind, accompanied by a roar that seemed to come from the heavens, instantly drowned out the screams.

Outside: "You're Wang Ye?! You deserve to die!"

in--

Zhang Tianyi formed a hand seal and chanted loudly:

"Nine Heavens Mystic Fiend! Transform into divine lightning! Majestic heavenly might! Draw it with the sword!!"

"Snap!!!"

A blinding purple light shone through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the entire living room, followed by a deafening thunderclap.

Wang Weiguo was completely dumbfounded.

He curled up on the sofa, watching the scenes unfold before him that he could only see in special effects movies.

Listening to the continuous rumble of thunder, feeling the raging hurricane inside the house.

His adoration for Zhang Tianyi had reached an unprecedented level, a peak of fanaticism!

"This is the work of an immortal!"

"This is what it means to command the wind and rain!"

"What virtue or ability do I, Wang Weiguo, possess to witness immortals slaying demons and monsters in my home!"

……

Ten minutes later.

The commotion outside gradually subsided.

The final muffled thud ended with the sound of Bao'er's shovel striking the ground.

Zhang Tianyi sensed that there were no outsiders standing outside anymore.

"call……"

He let out a long breath and slowly withdrew his hands.

The strong winds inside the house stopped instantly.

The thunder outside also subsided.

Everything returned to silence.

Zhang Tianyi straightened his slightly disheveled Taoist robe, regaining his composed and serene demeanor.

He turned around, looked at Wang Weiguo who was completely petrified, and smiled slightly:

"I have successfully completed my mission."

“Those evil spirits have already been… exorcised by this humble Taoist.”

"Clap."

At that moment, the villa gate opened.

Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and Wang Ye walked in.

All three of them were covered in dust, but they all looked to be in good spirits.

Zhang Chulan, in particular, looked refreshed, as if he had just had a massage.

"Master!"

Zhang Chulan ran over in perfect cooperation, pretending to hold a few pieces of half-burnt yellow paper in his hand:

"The array's core has been set up! We've dispersed all the Yin energy that tried to break in!"

"Yes, well done."

Zhang Tianyi nodded and gave the three of them an approving look.

"Dad! Are you alright?"

Wang Ye walked up to Wang Weiguo and looked at his father's blank expression, a little worried that the commotion earlier might have scared him silly.

"Nothing? What could possibly be wrong with me?!"

Wang Weiguo suddenly jumped up, shoved his son aside, and rushed to Zhang Tianyi as if he were looking at his second parents.

"Pfft!"

Without any hesitation, this billionaire tycoon knelt down and hugged Zhang Tianyi's leg.

"A real person! A god!"

"I heard it all just now! The thunder! The gale! The screams of the demons!"

"This is so shocking! So unbelievable!"

"Thank you so much for saving my whole family's lives!"

"From this day forward, you are the benefactor of my Wang family! My second parents!"

"This house... no! I also have ten villas in Beijing! Take your pick! They're all yours!"

Seeing his father's fanatical expression, Wang Ye covered his face and sighed helplessly.

It’s over.

They completely fooled me.

If Dad finds out the truth later...

No, he absolutely must not find out.

Let him think this is a story of immortals exorcising demons.

At least this way... he will feel safer and happier.

Zhang Tianyi looked down at Wang Weiguo, who was clinging to his leg, and a smug, wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He reached out to help Wang Weiguo up, his face showing a look of "reluctance":

"Mr. Wang, you flatter me."

"No need for a house, I am a wanderer of the world."

"but……"

Zhang Tianyi glanced at Zhang Chulan beside him, his eyes signaling: it's time to close the net.

Chapter 63 Mr. Wang: I don't have many merits, but I'm rich!

“Layman Wang, you are too kind, and too vulgar.”

Although Zhang Tianyi said "you're too kind," the leg that Wang Weiguo was holding remained rooted to the spot and didn't move an inch.

He even subtly adjusted his standing posture to a more comfortable position, making it easier for the sugar daddy to hold him tighter and feel more secure.

He tilted his head slightly, gazing at the million-dollar crystal chandelier on the ceiling, his eyes vacant, as if he were lost in thought, his tone carrying a faint sense of detachment:

"I cultivate purity and non-action. To me, the real estate deeds of this mortal world are nothing but burdens that add to my karma."

"I am used to a life of leisure and cannot stand such constraints."