One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 13 The Celestial Master Still Descends the Mountain

In summer, Longhu Mountain is always the first to greet the sun.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shine on Longhu Mountain.

Last night's "All-Sex Attack on the Mountain," which shook the entire world of supernatural beings, now feels like a dream.

Smoke curls from the chimney of a villa on the back mountain of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

On the stone table were several small dishes of lightly pickled vegetables, a pot of millet porridge cooked until soft and thick, and a basket of steaming white steamed buns.

"Slurp—"

Su Wuxian, completely disregarding his image, took a large gulp of porridge, picked up a strip of pickled vegetables, threw it into his mouth, and mumbled indistinctly:

"It has to be the pickled radishes from the mountains, that's the real deal. I exercised a lot last night, I'm starving."

Sitting across from him, Zhang Zhiwei slowly peeled an egg without even lifting his eyelids.

"Junior brother, is that because you exercise a lot? You probably just talk a lot, right? I don't think you've done much fighting."

"Hey, senior brother, that's not right of you."

Su Wuxian pointed to the two figures in the corner of the courtyard, bound together like dead dogs:

"That acting sect leader and that kid from the Lü family, weren't they both dealt with by me? Mental work is still work."

At this point, Tian Jinzhong, who had been silent until now, put down his chopsticks.

Although he can stand up now, he is still not used to the habits he has developed over the decades, and he eats very slowly.

He looked at Gong Qing in the corner.

At this moment, Gong Qing's wrist was crippled, his sternum was broken, and he was curled up on the ground with a vacant look in his eyes, as if his soul had been drained away.

"Senior brother, junior brother, what do you plan to do with these two?"

Tian Jinzhong sighed, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

After all, it was "Little Feather" who had served him for three years; it would be a lie to say he had no feelings for her.

But his status as the acting leader of Quanxing made it impossible for him to forgive.

A fierce glint flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes: "According to the old Taoist, this kind of scourge is a scourge even if we keep him alive, so we might as well just slap him to death."

"Don't mind."

Su Wuxian waved his hand, picked up a tissue, and wiped his mouth.

"Killing him would only fulfill his wish. These madmen of Quanxing are the least afraid of death. If he dies at the hands of the Old Celestial Master, he can brag to his ancestors even in the afterlife."

"So, junior brother, what do you mean?"

Su Wuxian's lips curled into a mischievous smile:

"Leave it to the company."

"Lock him up in that so-called 'Dark Fortress,' and let him spend the rest of his life in a dark, sunless cage, watching as the world of superhumans thrives without him."

"For a self-important and ambitious man, being imprisoned as an ordinary criminal is worse than being killed."

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

"Hurry! It's just ahead! Hopefully we can make it!"

"With this full-scale attack by the Quanxing Sect, Elder Tian's situation is likely dire!"

The voices were familiar; they belonged to Xu San and Xu Si, the heads of "Na Du Tong" in North China.

Behind them were Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, as well as a team of fully armed company employees.

They rushed up the back mountain, mentally prepared to face a scene of corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood.

However, they had just stepped out of the woods.

Everyone suddenly braked and stood frozen in place.

All I could see was a crooked tree in front of me.

Four figures were neatly bound with hemp rope and hung on tree branches, swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

"What... what is this?"

Xu Si dropped the cigarette from his mouth onto the ground. He rubbed his eyes and pointed at the fat man in the tree who was still rolling his eyes:

"Gao Ning, the Thunder Smoke Cannon???"

"Is that... Xia He with the bone-scraping knife? And Shen Chong? Dou Mei?"

"Holy crap! The Four Madmen of Quanxing got wiped out? And they're hanging here like dried meat?"

Xu San pushed up his glasses, his hands trembling: "Who did this? Did the Old Master intervene? But this method... doesn't seem like something the Old Master would do."

Xu San simply couldn't reconcile the M-shaped rope art on Xia He's body with the majestic figure of the Old Celestial Master.

But... besides the Celestial Master, who else has the ability to subdue the Four Madmen?

Zhang Chulan shrank back and whispered, "Third Brother, Fourth Brother, don't guess. It must have been my advisor, Master Su, who did it... I saw him strolling around with a bundle of hemp rope last night."

Xu Si swallowed.

After a while.

He led the group carefully to push open the gate of the villa.

As soon as they entered, they saw the young Taoist priest sitting with his legs crossed, scrolling through videos on his phone next to him, while the old Celestial Master sat beside him.

What terrified them most was...

An elderly man dressed in a Taoist robe was standing in the courtyard, holding a watering can and watering the flowers.

"Tian...Tian Lao???"

The file folder in Xu San's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

As the person in charge of the company, he knew very well about Tian Jinzhong's file—his limbs were crippled, he had lost all his cultivation, and he was unable to take care of himself.

But who is this nimble old man watering the flowers?

"Oh, the company people are here? Pretty efficient, just in time for the floor cleaning."

Hearing the noise, Su Wuxian didn't even look up; his fingers were still swiping across the screen.

Xu Si, being a seasoned veteran, suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

He quickly stepped forward and respectfully bowed to Zhang Zhiwei and Su Wuxian:

"Old Celestial Master, Master Su... Master Su."

"This junior, Xu Si, has been ordered to come and provide support. It seems... we are too late."

"It's not too late, it's not too late."

Su Wuxian put down his phone and pointed to Gong Qing and Lü Liang in the corner:

"Look, the trash's all over there. The acting leader of the Quanxing Sect, and a disgraced member of the Lü family. Take them all with you."

"What...what? The acting leader of the Quanxing Sect???"

Xu Si felt that his brain capacity was a bit insufficient today.

He stiffly turned his head and looked at the little Taoist boy curled up on the ground.

The mastermind behind the chaos in the world of supernatural beings and the planning of the Quanxing attack on the mountain was just thrown into a corner like trash.

"What? You think it's not enough?"

Su Wuxian raised an eyebrow: "There are still four hanging on the tree by the door. Remember to take them down when you leave. The ropes are quite sturdy; you can still use them when you get back."

Xu Si took a deep breath.

Looking at this "founding father" who was excessively young but spoke with an air of maturity, a deep sense of awe arose in my heart.

Is this the legendary monster who secluded himself for eighty years?

This isn't a monster, it's practically a pillar of strength!

"Thank you so much, Master Su! This has been a great help to us!"

Xu Si quickly smiled apologetically and gave his men a wink, signaling them to take the person away immediately.

After finishing his business, Xu Si's naturally outgoing personality kicked in again.

He moved closer to Su Wuxian, took out a cigarette from his pack, and offered him one: "Master Su, your methods are truly amazing. Those four arrogant fellows last night must have given you quite a bit of trouble, right?"

"No problem, it'll just be two slaps."

Su Wuxian waved his hand and refused the cigarette: "I don't smoke this, it chokes my throat."

As he spoke, Su Wuxian suddenly took out his phone, opened a QR code, and handed it to Xu Si:

"Xiao Xu, I think you're quite clever."

"Come on, let's add each other on WeChat."

"ha?"

Xu Si was stunned.

Add me on WeChat?

This patriarch who has lived for over a hundred years is so trendy!

"What are you standing there for? Sweep!"

Su Wuxian waved his phone, looking completely matter-of-fact:

"I just came down from the mountain and I'm not very familiar with the current world of supernatural beings. If you find any good food, fun activities, or anyone who's asking for trouble, remember to send me a message."

"I'm the kind of person who can't stay idle."

Xu Si looked at the large QR code, whose profile picture was a cartoon cat holding a salted fish.

His lips twitched, and he quickly took out his phone to scan it.

"drop."

Friend accepted.

Su Wuxian put away his phone with satisfaction and patted Xu Si on the shoulder:

"Alright, take them away. Go back and tell that fat guy Zhao Fangxu that everything is fine at Longhu Mountain, and tell him not to worry about it."

"in addition......"

A glint of light flashed in Su Wuxian's eyes, and his tone became slightly more serious:

"Spread the word to those who are still eyeing Senior Brother Tian."

"The Four Madmen of Quanxing are still hanging in the trees. There are plenty of trees and enough space."

Xu Si stiffened and immediately stood at attention: "Understood! I will definitely convey Master Su's words!"

......

Watching the company's people escort the dejected Quanxing members away.

The courtyard has regained its tranquility.

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Zhang Zhiwei stood up, stretched his limbs, and made a crackling sound.

"Junior brother."

"Um?"

"The matters on this mountain are settled, and the Luotian Grand Ceremony is over."

"I've discovered something..."

Zhang Zhiwei walked to the courtyard gate, paused for a moment, and then spoke.

"What do you mean?"

Su Wuxian vaguely knew what the Celestial Master was going to say.

Looking down at the world below the mountain, a long-lost fervor flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes:

"They dare to attack Longhu Mountain with scum like the Quanxing Sect."

"It seems that Longhu Mountain has been quiet for too long..."

"They've forgotten what kind of person I, Zhang Zhiwei, am..."

"I was worried about Lao Tian before, but now I don't have any worries..."

"I should head down the mountain... and stretch my legs."

Su Wuxian's eyes lit up. Here they come! The Celestial Master has descended the mountain!

It seems that even if Tian Jinzhong hadn't died, Zhang Zhiwei would still have to go down the mountain to intimidate the villains.

Su Wuxian stuffed his phone into his pocket:

"That's exactly what I've been waiting for you to say, senior brother!"

"Take me with you on your way down the mountain!"

"But senior brother, we can go down the mountain, but we need to buy some new clothes first."

"Your gold robe is too flashy. Come on, your junior brother will take you to buy a suit and a pair of sunglasses!"

Upon hearing this, Tian Jinzhong, who had just finished watering the flowers nearby, immediately threw down the watering can and ran faster than a rabbit.

"Me too! Me too! I want sunglasses too!"

Under the sunlight, three elderly people, whose combined age is nearly three hundred, smiled like children going on a spring outing.