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

How did a half-sister suddenly appear in that home where people were hiding and had no relatives?

"I don't have any family property to be stolen by others," Zhang Chulan couldn't understand.

But when these events came together, they gave Zhang Chulan an extremely strong sense of crisis—nine out of ten things were not right. His grandfather's grave had been dug up, and a sister had suddenly appeared; these two things, put together, didn't seem like a coincidence at all.

He decided to first offer incense to his grandfather and tell the old man to trust in the organization's power and that they would definitely bring the tomb raiders to justice. He added that as the grandson, he had no law enforcement authority and wouldn't cause trouble for the "hat uncles."

On the desolate mountain in my hometown, it was a dark and windy night.

Zhang Chulan walked along the dirt path, half-hidden by weeds, towards the mountainside. His grandfather's grave was beneath the old locust tree. Suddenly, he heard a strange sound—the muffled thud of metal repeatedly cutting into the soil. One sound after another, clear and distinct in the empty mountain forest.

Zhang Chulan immediately hid, crouched down, and sneaked over to take a look.

A disheveled woman stood at the edge of the pit, holding a shovel and shoveling water half-heartedly. She wore a wrinkled white shirt and a long black skirt, the hem of which was covered in mud, and the ends of her hair were also caked with dirt.

Zhang Chulan gasped in shock.

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, are tomb raiders these days really this arrogant?!"

He immediately took out his phone to take a picture of the man and hand it to Uncle Hat so that the Uncle Hats could deal with this extremely arrogant tomb raider.

He pressed the shutter button—click. The crisp sound of the shutter exploded in the empty mountains, startling Zhang Chulan himself.

Eyes facing each other.

The moonlight shone on his face, revealing a blank expression and vacant eyes. There was also a trace of mud on his face for some unknown reason. The hairs on Zhang Chulan's back stood on end, rising from his tailbone all the way to the back of his head.

"Oh my god!" Zhang Chulan turned and ran, shouting for help at the top of his lungs as he ran.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the person opposite you is a woman. You should know that tomb raiders are ruthless and vicious, and they usually operate in groups.

But Zhang Chulan, who had been pretending to be an ordinary person and dared not use his abilities, was no match for Tie Qiu and was knocked unconscious in the blink of an eye.

When Zhang Chulan woke up again, he found himself thrown into a pit. He struggled to lift his head and saw a disheveled woman standing at the edge of the pit, filling it with soil. The soil fell on his legs, his stomach, and all over his face.

"Wait! Hold on—you tomb raider, I'm warning you, murder is a crime! Tomb raiding might get you a life sentence at most, but murder is punishable by death! You can't go further down the path of crime!" Zhang Chulan spat out the dirt from his mouth while giving him a serious pep talk.

"There's nothing I can do. You've seen too much. I have no choice but to bury you." Her accent was heavily Sichuanese.

"Oh no, this crazy woman isn't really trying to kill me, is she..." Zhang Chulan's mind raced, all the clues forcibly pieced together under the influence of adrenaline—a sister? Uncle Song said he had a sister? A half-sister? He felt like a drowning man grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood. "Wait—a woman? A sister?" He used all his strength to pull his head out of the pile of dirt. "Sister—Feng Baobao? Sister Bao'er? Is that you? I'm Chulan, Zhang Chulan, your own brother!"

Feng Baobao temporarily stopped shoveling soil.

"As soon as I got the call saying I had a sister, I rushed back without stopping." Zhang Chulan kept saying this while frantically climbing out of the pit during the brief break.

"I knew it! I felt so close to you the moment I saw you—look at our eyes and eyebrows, we really do look a bit alike—" Just as he was about to climb over the edge of the pit, Feng Baobao kicked him back down.

“I’m not your sister, that ID card is fake.” After saying this, Feng Baobao picked up the shovel again and continued to shovel soil into the pit.

In order to force Zhang Chulan to reveal his true abilities, she has begun to act inhumanely.

"No...don't joke around, Sister Bao'er, I really am your brother." Zhang Chulan made a last-ditch effort, still stubbornly clinging to the idea of ​​kinship. But all he got in return was shovelful after shovelful of increasingly dense soil.

Just then, heavy, chaotic thuds and roars suddenly came from the woods.

Feng Baobao stopped holding the shovel, flipped her wrist and leaned the shovel against the edge of the pit, then pulled a kitchen knife from behind her waist.

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhang Chulan desperately crawled out of the ground. As soon as his head emerged and he looked into the woods, he saw a group of swaying figures emerging from the shadows of the trees under the moonlight. Their movements were so stiff that they were almost synchronized, their faces were ashen, and their mouths were half-open as if they were panting, but their chests did not move at all.

"Zombies?" Zhang Chulan's voice cracked. He felt as if all the absurd things he could never have dreamed of in his life had been crammed into this one night.

Feng Baobao had already charged forward with a kitchen knife in hand. The blade flashed in the night as she slashed through the horde of corpses like chopping melons and vegetables. Her ruthless movements sent chills down Zhang Chulan's spine.

"Sister Bao'er! Save me! Take me with you—" Zhang Chulan's voice was trembling with sobs.

Feng Baobao glanced back at him, her expression unchanged: "Bye-bye."

Zhang Chulan's face paled as he watched Feng Baobao's disappearing figure. The number of zombies was increasing, and some had even grabbed his shoulders.

"It can't be hidden anymore..."

Zhang Chulan's eyes narrowed, and the Qi within his body flowed instantly.

"Golden Light Curse!"

A blinding golden light burst forth from his body, like a golden armor protecting him. Wherever the golden light touched, the zombies were sent flying as if they had crashed into an iron wall.

Taking advantage of the opening, Zhang Chulan turned and ran without even looking back.

......

Back at Nankai University, Zhang Chulan had nightmares all night. In his dream, he saw yellow earth turned over under the moonlight, the dull thud of a shovel cutting into the mud, and a blank face looking down at him from the edge of a pit.

He initially thought it was just a strange interlude, and that once he returned to school, he would still be the ordinary Zhang Chulan, the Zhang Chulan who deliberately ran in the middle of the pack during PE class, the Zhang Chulan who would never be noticed by anyone. But the next morning, when he walked into the general education classroom, he was instantly petrified.

Feng Baobao sat in the classroom, and the eyes of several male classmates kept drifting towards her, clearly full of curiosity about this strange girl.

"How...how did you get in?" Zhang Chulan asked in a low voice, sounding terrified.

“Xu San helped me with the enrollment.” Feng Baobao looked at him calmly.

Zhang Chulan was on tenterhooks for the entire class, fearing that this crazy woman would suddenly erupt.

Fortunately, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

"Come with me, come out." Feng Baobao ordered Zhang Chulan directly.

Several curious gazes suddenly turned towards them. Several classmates stared wide-eyed; they had only ever heard of such an opening line in anime.

Zhang Chulan was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stay or leave. Finally, he gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and, amidst the suppressed jeers of those around him, followed them out with his head down. Feng Baobao led him to a small grove of trees in a corner of the campus.

......

“From today onwards, you are my slave. You will do whatever I tell you to do.” Feng Baobao’s words stunned Zhang Chulan.

"Slave? You actually want to be my master?"

Zhang Chulan pointed directly at Feng Baobao's nose and began to curse:

"You crazy woman! I've put up with you for too long! You dug up my grandfather's grave, chased after me to bury him, and now you want to be my master? You really think I'm afraid of you!"

Zhang Chulan was enveloped in golden light.

Feng Baobao didn't even change her expression; she simply slowly pulled out the kitchen knife.

"Zhang Chulan, you're too weak."

Several flashes of cold light appeared, and Zhang Chulan's prized Golden Light Spell proved as fragile as a piece of waste paper before Feng Baobao. With a "rip," he felt a chill on his body—not the kind of chill that comes from the receding Qi after the Golden Light shattered, but the chill of wind blowing directly on his skin. He looked down at himself and then let out a scream even more piercing than when he cried for help on the desolate mountain the previous night.

His clothes were neatly cut into strips, sliding down his upper body to his ankles. Feng Baobao took out a cell phone from her pocket and snapped a few photos of him. The shutter sound was even louder than the sound of his phone last night.

Zhang Chulan, clutching the few pieces of cloth remaining on his body, squatted on the ground. At that moment, he felt his personality, dignity, and the carefully crafted facade of the past twenty years shatter into pieces along with that outfit. Feng Baobao put her phone back in her pocket, her tone still calm: "I now have your portrait and your virginity mark. You'd better behave."

In the end, Zhang Chulan had no choice but to humiliatingly accept this master.

On the same afternoon, a new post appeared on Nankai University's campus forum, highlighted in extra-large red font. This post remained at the top of the trending list for a long time afterward. The post's popularity stemmed from a legend that all witnesses firmly believed—"The Naked Man."

……

Afterwards, Feng Baobao took him to Na Du Tong, where Zhang Chulan met Xu San and Xu Si. The two brothers were dressed differently, one refined and the other rugged, one in a suit and the other in slippers and rolled-up trousers, but they were talking about the same thing.

Zhang Chulan first learned about the world of supernatural beings and also understood why his grandfather and father had spent their entire lives in hiding.

Xu Si exhaled a smoke ring and smiled in a somewhat sleazy manner: "Kid, you're in a dangerous situation right now. The group that dug up your grandfather's grave is called 'Quanxing.' Joining us is your only way to survive."

Zhang Chulan knew that his ordinary life was completely over.

Chapter 125 The Grand Ritual of Luo Tian

Zhang Chulan was struck dumb when he saw the two middle-aged women that Feng Baobao had pulled over from the street.

"Sister Bao'er, what exactly do you want to do?" Zhang Chulan's voice trembled.

Feng Baobao pointed to the middle-aged woman next to her and said, "That 'virginity mark' on your body is a troublesome thing, it makes your vital energy keep flowing downwards. I'll help you solve it now. I've found two experienced people, they're sure to be able to help."

As she spoke, she pulled out a few crumpled banknotes from her pocket and waved them around: "I've already paid you, so hurry up and get it done."

"You...you really treat me like an animal?"

At this moment, Zhang Chulan felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

Even when he was forced to call someone "master," even when he was tricked by Liu Yanyan into a honey trap, even when Xu San and Xu Si coaxed and tricked him into going to the "All-in-One" restaurant, even when Zhang Lingyu beat him up, and even when he went to participate in that damned Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, he had never been this angry.

Yes, Zhang Chulan is lecherous, sleazy, and shameless. He's a virgin who hasn't had sex in twenty years. He admits that he blushes, stutters, and steals glances at pretty girls, but he's not a casual person.

What he had guarded for over twenty years, something so important, was nothing more than changing a lightbulb in Feng Baobao's eyes. She could just grab a couple of middle-aged women, pull out a few bills, and shove them onto the bed—problem solved.

"You guys play by yourselves! I'm not playing along!"

Zhang Chulan abruptly pushed open the door, shoving aside the two stunned middle-aged women, and walked away without looking back. Feng Baobao called his name and threatened him from behind, but he didn't turn around even once.

Zhang Chulan wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind a complete mess. Just then, a black luxury car pulled up smoothly beside him. The window rolled down, revealing a cold and beautiful face.

"Zhang Chulan, get in the car. My father wants to see you," Feng Shayan said succinctly.

Zhang Chulan was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it. He was in a state of fearlessness and didn't think much before opening the car door and getting in.

Upon arriving at the Tianxia Group's headquarters building, which seemed to be about to burst the sky, and seeing Feng Zhenghao, Zhang Chulan's mind cleared up.

But it seems like we can't leave anytime soon.

Feng Zhenghao, one of the Ten Elders, is the successor of the Eight Extraordinary Skills "Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals".

He was completely unpretentious, like a close uncle chatting with a long-lost nephew. He personally poured Zhang Chulan a cup of tea, patted his hand, and inquired about his well-being, asking about everything from his studies to rent, from part-time jobs handing out flyers to the noodle shop near the school gate raising its prices. After all that, Zhang Chulan almost thought he was a distant relative of his.

Then Feng Zhenghao gently changed the subject.

"Chu Lan, I am also a successor of 'Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals' among the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, and I know that you have had a hard time all these years."

Before Zhang Chulan could even process what was happening, Feng Zhenghao's demands were already looming over him.

“Come to me. As long as you join the World Society, we can discuss all the terms. You’ll start with an annual salary of ten million, a senior management position in the group, and year-end stock dividends.” He then pointed to Feng Shayan behind him, his tone as calm as if he were negotiating a contract that was set in stone. “If you nod your head, Shayan can marry you too.”

Zhang Chulan was stunned. His mind flashed back to the terms Xu Si had handed him in the office, cigarette dangling from his lips: a labor dispatch contract, a monthly salary of 2,800 yuan, no room and board provided, and no social insurance or housing fund.

"Wow, this sugar-coated bullet is really sweet..." Zhang Chulan swallowed.

Zhang Chulan admitted that he had wavered. But he knew even more clearly that a ruthless tycoon like Feng Zhenghao, who could build a business to this scale, was definitely more ruthless than Xu Si. What he was after was probably the "Qi Body Source Flow," which even Zhang Chulan himself had never seen.

Once they join the World Society, with two inheritors of the Eight Extraordinary Skills under one roof, how can life be peaceful? At that time, various forces will tie them together as targets.

"Um... President Feng, let's put the marriage proposal on hold for now—I need to think about the other conditions further." Zhang Chulan chuckled, not giving a definitive answer. Feng Zhenghao didn't rush him, and smiled as he had someone arrange for him to rest in the VIP suite on the top floor.

That night, Zhang Chulan tossed and turned on the enormous bed that could fit his entire rented apartment. He was making a comparison chart in his mind—on the left was the Tianxia Hui with a multi-million dollar annual salary and a beautiful woman, on the right was the Na Du Tong with a monthly salary of two thousand eight hundred and a crazy woman—before he finished comparing, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Feng Shayan walked in wearing a thin silk nightgown.