Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

Lin Zhu watched this scene with satisfaction, but she was extremely anxious. None of her three children were easy to deal with. They were all over forty and none of them were married. Although they all had the secret to staying young and looked like young people, they couldn't possibly marry her when they were over fifty like their father.

Let's keep the benefits within the family while we can.

Every morning, Jiang Zhen would watch the sunrise from the mountaintop, feeling the profound weight of the inland mountains and rivers.

During my short stay in Fujiyama, I kept up with the news from the outside world.

Zhao Fangxu would report the situation to Jiang Zhen every day.

"Uncle Jiang, preparations at Longhu Mountain are almost complete." Zhao Fangxu's voice came through the communicator. "This Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is ostensibly for selecting a successor to the Celestial Master, but in reality, many people are keeping an eye on Zhang Chulan. The Quanxing faction is also getting restless."

Jiang Zhen lay back in the rattan chair, smiling calmly:

"Alright, it's almost time to begin. That old bastard Zhiwei wants to pray for his grandchildren's safety, and I also want to see if this generation of extraordinary people has anyone who can carry the banner."

Zhao Fangxu immediately replied, "Understood. I will arrange the itinerary."

"Row."

After hanging up the call, Lin Zhu came over with a bowl of freshly brewed herbal soup.

"Are we setting off again?" Lin Zhu asked softly.

"Mmm." Jiang Zhen took the soup and drank it all in one gulp.

Lin Zhu sat down beside him, leaning on his shoulder: "Are you taking Ping'er and the others this time?"

“Bring them along.” Jiang Zhen looked into the distance. “Let them participate as well, practice with the young people from their hometown, and exchange ideas.”

half a month later.

At the foot of Longhu Mountain.

The once tranquil Taoist holy site has now become a hub of activity, attracting extraordinary individuals from all over the country, various independent cultivators, and direct descendants of major families, making this ancient mountain more bustling than ever before.

Chapter 134 What are the Ten Elders compared to this rotten fish and shrimp?

Longhu Mountain, a Taoist holy site that is usually quiet and serene, has completely changed its appearance today.

Preparations for the Luotian Grand Ritual have entered the final sprint stage. The stone steps on the front mountain are crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.

However, what made these strange people from all over the world, unaware of the inside story, feel uneasy was that the atmosphere on the mountain was far too eerie.

Besides the Longhu Mountain disciples in blue robes busy guiding the way, a large number of uniformed officials with sharp, eagle-like eyes filled the mountains. They wore wireless earpieces and scanned every passerby with keen eyes.

Even more striking were the white coats in the crowd. The fabric was crisp and the silhouettes were eye-catching, but what drew the most attention were the two large black Chinese characters on the back: "Justice".

These owners of the "justice" coats gathered in small groups, some eating popsicles by the roadside, others playing on their phones, causing strangers around them to unconsciously walk around them.

Apart from the powerful sects who knew the inside story, the rest of the smaller sects or independent cultivators were completely bewildered.

"Hey buddy, can you tell me what's going on?" A rogue cultivator pulled aside the person next to him and asked in a low voice, "Why are there so many people in uniform? And what gang are those guys in white coats from? Has the Old Celestial Master been arrested? Has Longhu Mountain been shut down?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Someone quickly covered his mouth: "Didn't you see how polite those officials in white coats were to each other? I heard from a rumor that a big shot who reigns supreme on the sea has returned for this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. These are his private bodyguards!"

"To reign supreme at sea? Are you kidding me? What era are we living in..."

These whispers played out in every corner of Longhu Mountain. What was originally a grand gathering of the supernatural world had inexplicably taken on the feel of an international blockbuster.

Meanwhile, in the back mountain.

Tian Jinzhong was muttering to Zhang Zhiwei beside him, his voice filled with resentment:

"Senior brother, look at the mess you've made. This Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is a grand event for our Taoist sect, but now, the leadership has a lot of complaints about you and has sent people to take over the order of the entire venue. Look outside, our disciples are almost out of places to stand guard."

Zhang Zhiwei's usually impassive face flushed slightly, and he coughed awkwardly twice.

"Can you blame me? I didn't expect this either... I thought Brother Jiang would at most bring back a dozen or twenty elite troops, which I could manage. I explained that he was traveling discreetly, but who knew that this old bastard would bring back hundreds of thousands of people? Who can handle that!"

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Zhang Zhiwei quickly waved his hand to interrupt, then turned to his disciple Zhao Jinhuan beside him, "Brother Jiang and the others should be arriving soon. Jinhuan, what about the things I asked you to prepare?"

Zhao Jinhuan looked distressed and pulled out a thick stack of documents from his sleeve, handing them over with both hands: "Master, this is the travel expenses to New Century. A lot of it was inflated. And this time, in order to expand the temporary venue, purchase high-standard food and accommodation supplies, and all sorts of other things, another wave of inflated expenses was incurred. The finance department said... that even if we cleaned up our accounts, we wouldn't have this much cash."

Zhang Zhiwei grabbed the stack of invoices and stuffed them into his pocket with practiced ease.

"What's there to be afraid of! When Brother Jiang arrives, I'll just ask him for reimbursement. He's the kind of person we are now; even a little bit of food he slips through his fingers is enough for us to live on for a lifetime."

Tian Jinzhong sighed: "Senior brother, that's all you've got."

At the same time, a low, rumbling engine sound suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.

The strange people on the way up the mountain all turned their heads to look, and saw several all-black off-road vehicles speeding along the mountain road.

"Hiss—whose car is that?"

"Didn't you see the sign next to them? 'No vehicles allowed on scenic roads!' Are these cars planning to force their way into Longhu Mountain? Or are they just reckless during the grand Luotian Grand Ceremony?"

To the astonishment of all the extraordinary individuals, the officials who were originally guarding the intersection not only did not stop them, but also stood at attention and saluted in perfect unison.

"I've accidentally wandered into the Heavenly Palace? And it's dark on Longhu Mountain too?"

Several vehicles drove as if they were in an empty field, following the road that was originally only accessible to pedestrians, all the way to the plaza at the top of the mountain.

"Bang!"

The vehicle came to a complete stop.

Zhao Fangxu, along with a group of senior executives from "Nadutong," was already waiting to greet them by the parking space.

The car door slowly opened.

Jiang Zhen got out of the car first, followed closely by Lin Zhu.

Then, Jiang Ping, Jiang An, and Jiang Shun's three children got off the bus one by one.

Behind them was another group of people wearing white "justice" capes. As soon as they got off the bus, they lined up in two orderly rows.

"Uncle Jiang!" Zhao Fangxu rushed forward. "You must be tired from your journey. The reception area is all set up, please take a look..."

"Fang Xu, stop with the formalities." Jiang Zhen waved his hand and looked ahead. "Where's Zhiwei? Didn't that old rascal say he wanted to invite me for tea?"

As they were talking, the crowd in front of them automatically parted.

Under the almost stunned gazes of all the supernatural beings, Zhang Zhiwei, the old master of Longhu Mountain, and the "Ten Elders" who represent the pinnacle of the supernatural world in China—Lu Jin, Lü Ren, Wang Ai, Chen Jinkui, and others—stood out in unison.

At that moment, the entire Guangping fell into a deathly silence.

Among the crowd, some unaffiliated cultivators and disciples from small sects, unaware of the truth, had gone completely mad.

"That's... the Old Celestial Master? And the other ten elders?"

"My God, am I hallucinating? The Ten Elders came out to greet us personally. This is the first time in the history of the supernatural world, right?"

"Who exactly is that old man? Why are they all being greeted at the same time?"

"I don't know him."

"Judging from his entourage, he must have an incredibly powerful background. I just wonder if this old man himself is an extraordinary person, and how powerful he is. If he's just someone with a high status, sitting among the Ten Elders must put him under a lot of pressure, right?"

The surrounding chatter grew louder, with some even whispering comparisons of Jiang Zhen's and the Ten Elders' strength.

"I think it's unlikely. The Ten Elders are the pinnacle of superhuman abilities in our country. This old man looks impressive, but he probably just relies on his wealth and power..."

Just then, a person from the New World standing nearby overheard these gossips, his face instantly darkening, feeling extremely displeased.

"What are you comparing there? What are the Ten Elders? They're nothing but rotten fish. Do they even deserve to be compared to us who are in power?"

The moment those words were spoken, everyone in the entire square gasped.

The strange people who had been whispering amongst themselves suddenly fell silent, and some even subconsciously took a half-step back.

Chapter 135 Exorbitant Expense Reimbursement Form

The phrase "What are the Ten Elders? They're nothing but rotten fish and shrimp" echoed over Guangping.

All the onlookers widened their eyes in unison.

"What is he saying..."

"Has he gone mad? That's the Tenth Elder!"

In the minds of the supernatural beings, the Ten Elders were the heavens above the supernatural world, an insurmountable mountain and a figure whose name commanded respect before speaking. Yet now, the young man in the white coat spoke with not a trace of arrogance, but only an air of matter-of-fact certainty.

Zhao Fangxu stood to the side, cold sweat instantly streaming down his back.

All eyes were now fixed on the Ten Elders standing in front.

Everyone was waiting for those respected elders to slam their fists on the table and teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

However, the reaction of the Ten Elders was beyond everyone's expectations; the expected thunderous rage did not occur.

Feng Zhenghao, Na Ruhu, and Chen Jinkui were all stunned for a moment, then quickly regained their composure. Feng Zhenghao pushed up his glasses, Na Ruhu shifted his gaze to the treetops beside them, and Chen Jinkui lowered his head to straighten his cuffs. The three of them quickly returned to their composure.

The others—Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Jin, Lü Ren, Guan Shihua, Master Jiekong, Wang Ai, and Mu You—actually acted as if they hadn't heard the remark at all.

Their expressions didn't change at all; they didn't even twitch their eyelids.

Especially Wang Ai, whose character is known to almost everyone in the world of supernatural beings, is still standing there with a smile on his face, as if the "rotten fish and shrimp" he just said was directed at someone else.

Jiang Zhen slightly turned his head and glanced indifferently at the subordinate who had spoken.

"You little brat, you've got a loud voice, huh? Trying to show off?"

The subordinate was about to say something more, but his momentum instantly deflated when he met Jiang Zhen's gaze.

"You're used to being arrogant at sea, and now that you've finally come back to your hometown, you want to act arrogantly too?" Jiang Zhen's tone was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Your Excellency, I misspoke. I just couldn't stand them talking about you..." the subordinate muttered.

"Alright, step back." Jiang Zhen waved his hand. "Go back to your ranks."

"Yes!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to freeze, Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath and took half a step forward to try to smooth things over, but someone beat him to it.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his old face and strode forward. His wide Taoist robe sleeves stirred up a gust of wind, pushing Zhao Fangxu, who was blocking the way, aside.

"Alright, Brother Jiang, stop lecturing the younger generation."

He completely ignored the previous comment about "rotten fish and shrimp," and instead pulled out the thick stack of invoices from his pocket, slapping them into Jiang Zhen's arms without saying a word.

"Put everything else aside for now! Brother Jiang, look at what you've done, your return has brought me quite a bit of trouble!"

Zhang Zhiwei shouted, his voice so loud that everyone could hear, "Jinzhong and his people came to see you, and you didn't even offer a token of appreciation, let alone reimburse their travel expenses! Now that you're here, these are the extra expenses that Longhushan recently incurred for your people's participation, along with some other expenses. See how you can reimburse me!"