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

Zhang Chulan, who doesn't even dare to watch porn, couldn't possibly withstand this.

“You should understand what my dad means.” Feng Shayan sat on the edge of the bed, her tone stiff. “He sees potential in you. As long as you agree, I’ll be here tonight.”

Zhang Chulan's palms were sweating. It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted, but he took a deep breath and pulled the blanket around himself even tighter.

"Um... Miss Feng, we've only known each other for less than 24 hours, isn't this progress a bit too fast...? I'm a rather traditional person, really, extremely traditional." Zhang Chulan refused, his gums bleeding from biting them.

……

The next day, to Zhang Chulan's surprise, Feng Baobao came to his door.

She stood in the lobby of the Tianxia Group, still looking dazed, shouting as she fought her way up, "Zhang Chulan, I know I was wrong. Xu San said I did something wrong, so come back with me."

In order to curry favor with the Feng family, Jia Zhengyu, a guest advisor of the Tianxia Group, immediately intervened.

But he was so thoroughly humiliated by Feng Baobao that he questioned his existence.

In order to get Zhang Chulan to go back, Feng Baobao actually listened to him and said, "Stand there and don't move."

Jia Zhengyu immediately seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, his weapon, the Dragon-Piercing Cone, aimed directly at the motionless Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao swayed slightly, the penetrating wound in her body causing her to groan, but her feet remained firmly planted on the spot, not moving an inch.

When the blood splattered on Zhang Chulan's face, his mind went completely blank.

"Feng Baobao! You idiot!"

Zhang Chulan rushed over like a madman and caught Feng Baobao.

……

On the way back to Na Du Tong, Zhang Chulan held Feng Baobao with a heavy heart, but he didn't expect that Feng Baobao's wounds had already healed quickly. Then, listening to Xu Xiang's secret about Feng Baobao's background before his death, and looking at this "sister" who had lived for decades but still had a childlike heart, all his anger dissipated.

Meanwhile, at sea, several Taoist priests who had descended from Mount Longhu arrived in the new world by boat.

The gangway was lowered, and several Taoist priests came out. The one in the lead was Tian Jinzhong, the junior brother of Zhang Zhiwei, the second-in-command of Longhu Mountain.

Behind him followed Zhang Qianhe, Dong Ying, Zhao Huanjin, and other elites from Longhu Mountain. Each of them was composed and calm. It could be said that, apart from Zhang Zhiwei himself, almost all the important figures from Longhu Mountain were present.

Looking at this capital city by the sea, Tian Jinzhong couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

"The last time I came here was when Uncle Jiang got married. I didn't expect so many years to have passed."

A Taoist priest whispered, "Master, does that Master Jiang really exist?"

Tian Jinzhong smiled and said, "You're still asking this now that we're here? Let's go and deliver the invitations first. Senior Brother said personally that if Uncle Jiang shows his face at this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, all the demons and monsters in the world will have to shrink back and behave themselves."

"However, if my senior brother's invitation is accepted by my junior uncle, I wonder how much of a stir it will cause outside."

Guided by port staff, the group slowly walked toward the island.

Chapter 126 The Old Ancestor of Shanghai

Inside the top-level office in the core area of ​​New World Island.

Jiang Zhen sat in a large gaming chair, his eyes fixed on the screen. His hands moved like blurs, the mechanical keyboard switches clicking crisply like popping beans, as he engaged in a high-intensity online battle with someone on Tieba.

Netizen [The Most Affectionate Person in Shanghai]:

"If you don't even dare to reveal your IP address, Runren, you should just keep inhaling your sweet poisonous gas. What are you pretending to be an expert for?"

Jiang Zhen chuckled, his fingertips moving rapidly in rhythm:

"Hehe, your IP address is in Shanghai, right? Play less games and read more books. Back when your grandpa was in Shanghai, your own grandpa didn't even know where he was."

Netizen [The Most Affectionate Person in Shanghai]:

"Hey, you little brat from out of town, putting on airs now. Your grandpa here is a legitimate Shanghai resident, aren't you envious to death? Why the rush?"

Just as Jiang Zhen was about to type a reply, the office door was pushed open.

Huang Chunjie walked in, his steps unhurried. His gaze swept over the Tieba war on Jiang Zhen's screen, which hadn't been minimized yet, and his lips twitched slightly. "Sir, Master Tian and the others have arrived and entered the reception hall."

Jiang Zhen stopped what he was doing, quickly closed Tiebei, and stood up from the large gaming chair.

"Let's go, let's go. It's been decades since we last saw Jinzhong. We need to have a good chat."

The New World's reception hall is built extremely high, overlooking the island's bustling port.

The moment Jiang Zhen pushed open the door and entered, the Taoists who had been exchanging whispers instantly fell silent.

Tall and robust.

These are the words that flash through everyone's mind.

Although Jiang Zhen was over a hundred years old, his simple traditional Chinese jacket could not hide the still granite-like muscle contours from his shoulders to his forearms.

"Uncle-Master".

A clear voice rang out. Standing in the center of the hall was an elderly man with white hair and beard but a radiant spirit, his posture upright.

It was Tian Jinzhong.

"Grandmaster!"

"Master!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Qianhe, Zhao Huanjin, and the other elites of Longhu Mountain knelt down in unison, their foreheads touching the ground. Such etiquette is rare even in the world of supernatural beings today, but their kneeling was unwavering—in terms of seniority, it's estimated that there's no one in the entire world of supernatural beings who is more senior than the person before them.

"Alright, alright, get up already. What era are we living in? This is exhausting to watch."

Jiang Zhen strode over, waved his hand, and a surge of energy lifted everyone's posture. He walked up to Tian Jinzhong and patted him firmly on the shoulder.

"Jinzhong, after all these decades, you're still as strong as ever."

Tian Jinzhong was shaken by the slap and gave a wry smile: "Uncle-Master, your strength hasn't diminished at all. It's already a blessing from the Ancestral Master that I'm still alive to see you again."

Jiang Zhen casually sat down in the main seat.

"Where's that old bastard Zhang Zhiwei? Why didn't he come?" Jiang Zhen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and glanced sideways at Tian Jinzhong. "What, now that he's a Celestial Master, he's putting on airs? Do I, his senior uncle, have to personally go to Longhu Mountain to beg him to see him?"

Tian Jinzhong sat opposite Jiang Zhen and replied with a smile, "Uncle-Master, you are right. As a Celestial Master, and with the ceremony in preparation, it is really not appropriate for my senior brother to travel across the ocean at this critical juncture."

"Oh? A ceremony? What kind of ceremony?" Jiang Zhen asked curiously.

Tian Jinzhong's expression turned serious. He took out a specially made purple invitation from his pocket. The edges of the invitation were trimmed with gold, and it emitted a faint, pure Taoist aura.

He presented the invitation with both hands and bowed, saying, "Uncle-Master, this is also the main purpose of our visit. This was written by my senior brother himself. He wishes to invite you back to your hometown to attend the Luotian Grand Ritual."

Jiang Zhen took the invitation and ran his fingertips over the words on it.

In an instant, the scene before Jiang Zhen's eyes seemed to overlap.

"The Grand Ritual of Luo Tian... I didn't expect it to have arrived at this time already. Time flies." Jiang Zhen sighed inwardly.

Tian Jinzhong didn't intend to hide it from Jiang Zhen, and he told him the whole story directly.

“Uncle-Master, I won’t mince words with you. My senior brother is holding the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony this time. On the surface, it’s to select the successor to the Celestial Master, but in reality, it’s to protect someone. That child is named Zhang Chulan, and he is Zhang Huaiyi’s grandson.”

Tian Jinzhong continued, "With the emergence of the Qi Source Flow, the world of supernatural beings is now in complete chaos. The Ten Elders, the Quanxing Sect, the All-Knowing Sect—all sorts of forces are eyeing that child. My senior brother wants to clear his name and bring him into the Celestial Master's Mansion..."

Jiang Zhen listened and nodded repeatedly, but his heart remained unmoved. He had already read all these things to death in Yang Shizi's fanfiction.

Seeing that Jiang Zhen remained silent, Tian Jinzhong suddenly changed the subject, a strange smile appearing on his face.

"However, my senior brother has something else he asked me to tell you."

"He said that all of the above were the purposes of holding the Luotian Grand Ceremony, but not the purpose of inviting you. The reason he invited you was because he felt that you had been cooped up on that overseas island for decades—had you ever felt lonely, isolated, or cold in the dead of night, and wanted to go back and visit?"

Jiang Zhen almost spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk.

Tian Jinzhong continued, "My senior brother said that he was just using this as an excuse to give you a way out to go back to your hometown. He told you not to thank him, since we're all old comrades-in-arms."

An eerie silence fell over the office.

Jiang Zhen looked at Tian Jinzhong in disbelief: "Has Zhang Zhiwei become so shameless now?"

Upon hearing this, Tian Jinzhong not only did not defend his senior brother, but instead remained calm as if he had heard a perfectly ordinary statement. He spread his hands and said, "Uncle-Master, what are you saying? What do you mean by 'now'? He has always been like this."

The disciples from Longhu Mountain in the back row were so embarrassed that their faces turned red. They wanted to laugh but dared not utter a sound.

Jiang Zhen laughed in exasperation, pointing at Tian Jinzhong's nose and scolding with a smile: "You, Tian Jinzhong, you've been corrupted by Zhang Zhiwei."

Tian Jinzhong did not refute, but simply smiled quietly and waited for him to finish speaking.

The office fell silent. Jiang Zhen stood up from his chair and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to everyone.

New World Island.

This place is prosperous, advanced, and powerful. His old brothers who came with him, such as Fifth Master Feng, Zhao Yuan, and Bai Fu, have all left.

The young have grown old.

Not to mention the young people in the new century, whose understanding of "hometown" is limited to those yellowed photos and scattered stories occasionally mentioned by their elders at the dinner table.

“Yes,” he said softly, his back to the people in the room, “it’s time to go back and take a look.”

He turned to Tian Jinzhong and asked, "Jinzhong, Zhang Zhiwei invited me like this—was it his personal idea, or was it on behalf of Longhu Mountain? Or is there some other purpose behind it?"

Tian Jinzhong said solemnly, "Uncle-Master, the people we have invited today are only senior Taoist masters, the patriarch of Quanzhen, and my senior brother's old friends. There are no others."

As soon as Tian Jinzhong said this, Jiang Zhen immediately understood.

“But that’s what makes it interesting.” Jiang Zhen smiled.

“Okay, I agree. I haven’t left the New World for decades, let alone returned to Shanghai. It’s time to get moving.”

Jiang Zhen immediately thought of the online friend he had just been arguing with: "A Shanghai resident, huh? When I get to Shanghai, I'll show him what a real 'Shanghai ancestor' is!"

However, he was still talking about serious matters. He waved his hand and added to Tian Jinzhong, "Tell Zhang Zhiwei for me—I won't cover for him if anything happens."

Tian Jinzhong breathed a sigh of relief: "Then we'll go back and report to our senior brother. We'll be waiting for our uncle's arrival on Longhu Mountain."

"Hey, what's the rush? We just got here and we're leaving already. Let's take our time and look around."

Jiang Zhen summoned Jiang Ping and asked him to show the people from Longhu Mountain around the New World.

Chapter 127 The Sea Emperor's Inspection Tour

New World Island, Area A Research Center.

Jiang Ping pointed to a huge reactor in front of him, made entirely of pale purple crystals: "Fellow Daoists, this is our island's 'Qi Energy Conversion Core'. Simply put, it uses talisman arrays to amplify the free energy in the world and convert it into stable industrial energy."

Zhang Qianhe's lips twitched violently as he watched the Qi swirling wildly inside the reactor, almost solidified into a liquid state.