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

Lu Linglong realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward to cooperate, glaring at everyone and shouting, "Did you hear me! Delete it now! Anyone who keeps a copy, don't blame me for getting angry!"

In front of Shuiyun, everyone had no choice but to obediently delete all the videos and photos from the album and recycle bin.

Seeing this, Shuiyun's expression softened. He carried the fast-sleeping Zhang Chulan on his back, turned to nod slightly to Jiang Ping, Jiang An, Jiang Shun, and the others, and then, with a swift movement, carried Zhang Chulan away from the camp under the moonlight.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and pierced Zhang Chulan's face.

"Ouch—! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Zhang Chulan abruptly sat up in bed, clutching his head tightly with both hands. The severe headache from the hangover made his vision blur, and his stomach churned violently.

He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples and face. Suddenly, fragmented memories from last night began to frantically piece together and reconstruct in his mind.

Bonfire, big rock, taking off pants, virginity mark, moonlight...

"Holy crap—!!"

Zhang Chulan's face instantly changed from red to white, then from white to green, and finally to a deathly pale color. He froze completely on the spot, even his breathing stopped.

He remembered.

Last night I got so drunk that I actually walked my bird under the moonlight on the back of Longhu Mountain in front of all the young masters in the world!

Zhuge Qing saw it, Wang Ye saw it, Lu Linglong saw it, and even the three terrifying Jiang family monsters from the New World leaned over to get a good look!

"It's over... I'm completely ashamed to face anyone... The words 'shameless' are etched into my bones." Zhang Chulan grabbed his hair, wishing he could smash his head against the wall and die.

"Oh, you're awake? Our number one model from Longhu Mountain."

A mocking laugh came from the side.

Zhang Chulan mechanically turned his head and saw Xu San and Xu Si sitting at the table. Xu Si was holding a freshly lit cigarette and grinning lewdly, while Xu San was pushing up his glasses and looking helpless.

"Fourth Brother... Third Brother... Just kill me." Zhang Chulan buried his head in the blanket in despair.

Xu Si walked over and kicked the blanket in annoyance: "Alright, stop pretending to be dead. You really made a fool of yourself last night. But you were also incredibly lucky."

Zhang Chulan poked his head out from under the covers, utterly puzzled: "What good luck?"

Xu San pushed up his glasses and explained seriously, "Last night you got drunk and started acting up on the rocks. A lot of people were taking pictures and videos like crazy. Luckily, Senior Shuiyun showed up and made everyone delete all the photos and videos on their phones, not even leaving any in the recycle bin. Senior Shuiyun said that playing around is fine, but taking pictures is going too far. In the end, Senior Shuiyun had to carry you back."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan was completely stunned.

The endless shame and panic that had been spreading within me suddenly stopped at that moment. An unprecedentedly complex emotion welled up inside me.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from his grandfather and father, every person with supernatural abilities he encountered was either trying to squeeze a layer of flesh out of him or engaging in a business transaction like a company. He had never experienced before that a senior figure in the industry with no blood relation, and even a high status, would personally help him cover up his shame and protect the last bit of self-respect out of pure "protection and care" for a junior.

“Senior Shuiyun…” Zhang Chulan breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a deep sense of gratitude towards this elder.

"Alright, the photos are gone, but everyone who needs to know knows." Xu Si exhaled a smoke ring, looking at him with schadenfreude. "Today, the round of 16 officially begins. Are you ready to face the glares from Zhuge Qing and Lu Linglong's group?"

Upon hearing the word "daytime," Zhang Chulan's relaxed expression fell again.

An even greater panic swept in like a tidal wave.

"I rely on..."

Zhang Chulan slapped his forehead and jumped out of bed.

Last night, his original plan was to escape in the middle of the night! But because of the shock of the Transformation Pearl and the jeers of those people, he was so busy drinking and walking his bird that he completely forgot about the important matter of escaping!

The sun is practically high in the sky now, and the entire Longhu Mountain has come alive.

The escape plan has completely failed.

Zhang Chulan slumped onto the bed, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, on the verge of tears: "It's over... I didn't manage to escape last night, but today... I'm completely trapped!"

……

The exam update is a bit late today; I'm worried about the practical part.

Chapter 146 The Old Fox's Deal

Having completely missed the best opportunity to escape in the middle of the night, Zhang Chulan had no choice but to accept his fate. He rubbed his head, which was almost splitting open, changed into clean clothes, and steeled himself as he walked towards the Longhu Mountain Grand Martial Arts Arena.

The mountain breeze was a bit chilly in the early morning, but the chill in Zhang Chulan's heart was even greater.

Before even reaching the stadium gates, the group of young superhumans who had gathered the previous night were already appearing one after another on the stone steps leading to the main venue. Zhang Chulan subconsciously pulled his hood down further, trying to hunch his shoulders and blend into the crowd.

However, the world is sometimes just that small.

"Chu Lan, good morning."

A gentle, smiling voice came from the side. Zhang Chulan stiffened and turned around to see Zhuge Qing walking towards him with elegant steps. He still had his signature squinty eyes, and his face wore his usual perfect smile.

Zhuge Qing walked to Zhang Chulan's side, reached out and gently patted his shoulder, and whispered meaningfully in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Chulan, you were impressive last night. Good luck in today's competition."

Zhang Chulan's facial muscles twitched violently, and he could only manage a dry laugh: "Hehe, Brother Qing, I was drunk last night, talking nonsense, talking nonsense..."

Before he could finish explaining, Zhuge Qing had already walked away with a sly grin on his face.

"Zhang Chulan, stay away from me."

Immediately afterward, another weak voice sounded from the side. Wang Ye, with his hands tucked into the sleeves of his Taoist robe and two large dark circles under his eyes, drifted over listlessly.

Wang Ye stood two meters away from Zhang Chulan, refusing to take another step closer, looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at a monster: "Now, every time I close my eyes, all I can see in my mind are those glittering golden runes on your filthy thing, making me feel nauseous. It's an eyesore, it's just too eyesore."

Zhang Chulan wished he could disappear into the ground on the spot, and repeatedly bowed: "Your Highness, Daoist Wang! Please, let's turn the page! Last night really wasn't my intention!"

"Pah! Shameless!"

Just then, several delicate shouts suddenly came from not far away.

Zhang Chulan looked up and saw Lu Linglong walking towards him with several female supernatural beings. Upon seeing Zhang Chulan, Lu Linglong's pretty face flushed crimson, and she spat fiercely. The girls behind her also blushed, covering their faces and pulling at Lu Linglong forcefully.

"Sister Linglong, good morning..." Zhang Chulan raised his hand to greet her.

"Screw you saying 'early'! Let's go, let's get away from this scoundrel!" Lu Linglong immediately made an excuse, grabbed her female companions, and ran off around the corner. However, as she left, she couldn't help but glance at his lower body.

Zhang Chulan was utterly speechless. Although he knew that Senior Shuiyun had stopped the recording, this kind of public execution, passed down by word of mouth, made him feel like he had completely died in the world of supernatural beings.

In the center of the training ground, the new draw ceremony for the top sixteen was about to begin.

Zhang Chulan reached into the box, his palms sweating profusely. In his mind, he prayed to every god and Buddha in the world.

As long as I don't draw those three monsters from the new overseas world, I'm fine with whoever I draw!

......

The draw is over.

Zhang Chulan stared wide-eyed at his own matchup information: [Zhang Chulan VS Lu Linglong].

"Phew—! May our ancestors protect us! May our grandfather protect us!"

Upon seeing this result, Zhang Chulan almost collapsed to the ground in a state of complete disarray, overjoyed.

What incredible luck! He managed to avoid the terrifying trio of siblings Jiang Ping, Jiang An, and Jiang Shun once again! Although Lu Linglong, as Lu Jin's granddaughter, was certainly not weak, compared to those three monsters from the new overseas world, Lu Linglong was practically an amiable "ordinary opponent."

As long as it's not one of those three people, it's easy to deal with anyone. At worst, we can just keep trying to find a way to get by with some underhanded tactics.

Meanwhile, deep within Longhu Mountain, in a quiet living room.

Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei and Jiang Zhen sat facing each other, a pot of freshly boiled coarse tea emitting a faint fragrance in the rising steam.

Jiang Zhen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and remained calm. Zhang Zhiwei, the usually venerable and respected Celestial Master, however, was completely different at this moment.

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei sat down, his usually squinty eyes, occasionally flashing with a sharp light, were wide open. He pouted slightly, his face filled with an almost roguish, aggrieved expression, and called out to Jiang Zhen with remarkable ease:

"Master... Uncle..."

The way he called out "Uncle-Master" was tinged with a sticky, affectionate tone.

Jiang Zhen almost spat out the mouthful of hot tea he had just taken a sip of. He put down the teacup, wiped his mouth with a hint of disgust, glanced at Zhang Zhiwei, and said irritably, "Zhang Zhiwei, you really do call me 'brother' when there's nothing going on, but 'uncle' when something happens? At your age, making that cloyingly sweet voice, you don't find it disgusting, but I find it nauseating."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei immediately straightened his expression, his wrinkled old face hardening, and slammed his hand on the table with extreme seriousness:

"Hey! Uncle-Master, what are you saying! What brotherhood? How can the seniority be messed up? Absolutely not! I, Zhang Zhiwei, am the rightful current Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion, a true member of the Xuanmen lineage. I would never do something so contrary to common sense and disrupt the seniority. You deserve this title of Uncle-Master, you absolutely must!"

Jiang Zhen was speechless for a moment, looking at Zhang Zhiwei's shameless and righteous demeanor. He had lived for so many years and had seen shameless people, but an old fox like Zhang Zhiwei, who perfectly combined shamelessness with the majesty of a celestial master, was indeed rare.

Jiang Zhen smirked and bluntly exposed him: "Alright, alright, stop with the pretense. Tell me, what's the fuss about blocking me in the tea room so early in the morning? Let me think... The round of 16 starts today."

At this point, Jiang Zhen looked at Zhang Zhiwei with amusement: "Did you put on this show today to make my three good-for-nothing children find an excuse to admit defeat, so that they can make way for your precious grand-disciple Zhang Chulan in the upcoming matches?"

Zhang Zhiwei's intentions were exposed on the spot, but he showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, he wore a concerned expression that said, "I'm doing this entirely for your sake."

"Oh dear, Uncle-Master! You've really wronged me. Am I the kind of person who would do anything for personal gain? I was completely putting myself in your shoes and genuinely thinking of you and those three children!"

Zhang Zhiwei leaned forward and began to patiently explain, "Look, let's sort out the seniority first. Chu Lan is my junior brother Huaiyi's grandson, so according to the rules, he should call you Grandmaster. As for Jiang Ping, Jiang An, and Jiang Shun, they are Chu Lan's proper grandmaster and grandaunt, right?"

Jiang Zhen leaned back in his chair, arms crossed: "Yeah, the seniority is correct, so what?"

Zhang Zhiwei slapped his thigh and said with great distress, "That's the problem! If we go to the later stages of the competition, what will it look like if the master and his grand-disciple are facing off on stage in a life-or-death battle? It won't sound good if word gets out! If the three of them beat Chu Lan, it will be called bullying the weak and an unfair victory. It's bad for the reputation of a great master from the overseas New World to bully a young man from the mainland."

Zhang Zhiwei spoke with great enthusiasm, spitting as he spoke, appearing completely sincere: "Besides, Uncle-Master, others may not know the secrets and limitations contained within the Heavenly Master's Rank, but since you've mentioned it, how could you not understand? The position of Heavenly Master is highly coveted by others, but for your New World, it's not precious at all, and is even a burden. In that case, why let the children fight to the death on it? Don't you agree?"

Jiang Zhen watched his performance quietly, and only after Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking did he slowly reply, "Zhiwei, you've said so much, but it's all just empty talk. You want my three children to withdraw from the competition to make way? You think you can do that with just your words?"

"How could that be! Would I, Zhang Zhiwei, be the kind of person who would let my elders suffer?"

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled, his wrinkles instantly spreading into a wide, round shape. He glanced around, then rummaged furtively through the sleeves of his large Taoist robe.

Then, he mysteriously pulled out a small booklet, sewn with thick thread and with ink that looked quite new, pressed it under his hand, and quietly pushed it across the table in front of Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen looked down and asked, "What is this?"

Zhang Zhiwei made a shushing gesture, lowered his voice, and said with a shifty look in his eyes, "Old Lu's 'Tongtian Lu'."

“Last night, that old bastard got drunk and started bragging to me that he had the original with him. He insisted on showing it to me, and I couldn’t refuse. So I reluctantly borrowed it to take a look. This is… a copy that I copied word for word by hand last night.”

Chapter 147 World

Zhang Zhiwei looked up, raised an eyebrow at Jiang Zhen, and chuckled, "Uncle-Master, this is one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, the 'Heavenly Talisman.' You see, I'm offering this as a token of my sincerity in exchange for your three children 'going easy' on the next match or finding an excuse to withdraw. Isn't that a good deal?"

Jiang Zhen looked at Zhang Zhiwei speechlessly, pointed to the still-wet ink replica on the table, sighed and said, "You're really something, using Lao Lu's things as a bargaining chip, only targeting Lao Lu to fleece him, huh? That explains why you kept getting him drunk last night."

Zhang Zhiwei remained unfazed and said confidently, "It's different for my uncle, it doesn't matter. As for Lao Lu, if he finds out, he'll just be so angry that he'll beat this old man up. But for my uncle's reputation, and to prevent my elders from being accused of bullying the younger generation, I can bear this pain."

Jiang Zhen raised his hand and repeatedly pressed it down: "Stop, stop, stop right now, don't flatter me. Hearing you call me nephew gives me goosebumps. Anyway, the three most interesting guys at this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony have already been manipulated by you behind the scenes. The remaining people are too far apart in strength, so it wouldn't be very meaningful for the three of them to go up and fight, it would be like bullying a child. Alright, I'll accept the gift."

"Alright! Thank you for your kindness, Uncle-Master!"

Zhang Zhiwei immediately bowed. Seeing that his goal had been fully achieved, his obsequious and roguish demeanor vanished instantly.