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

Chapter 4 Su Wuxian Intimidates Wang Ai

The atmosphere at the main venue of the Luotian Grand Ritual was solemn.

For this grand event, the Celestial Master's Mansion specially built a huge circular grandstand on the back mountain.

At this moment, the stands were already packed with people, with extraordinary individuals from all over the country whispering and discussing among themselves.

On the highest viewing platform in the very center, there were several grand master chairs.

That seat belongs to the "Ten Elders," the pinnacle of power in the world of supernatural beings.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei sat in the center, with Lu Jin, who also had white hair and beard, on his left, and a short, fat old man with a gloomy face and a cane on his right—Wang Ai, the head of the Wang family.

In addition, Feng Zhenghao, Lü Ci, and others were also on the list.

"Old Celestial Master, for this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, you brought Zhang Chulan back and made such a big fuss about it. Isn't that a bit excessive?"

Wang Ai spoke in a sinister tone, her cane lightly tapping the ground:

"If Zhang Chulan wins, are you really going to pass on the Heavenly Master's Decree to him? That's a secret of our supernatural world..."

"Wang Ai," Zhang Zhiwei interrupted him with a smile, holding a teacup in his hand, "I, this old Daoist, know what I'm doing regarding the Longhu Mountain matter. But your Wang family, this time you sent people here, I'm afraid it wasn't for the Tongtian Talisman, was it?"

"Hmph." Wang Ai snorted coldly, her eyes filled with greed. "Since that madman Lu Jin is willing to offer the Tongtian Talisman as a prize, it's unclaimed. What's wrong with me sending a junior to compete for it?"

Lu Jin, who was standing to the side, rolled her eyes and was about to retort.

Just as these bigwigs were exchanging words and the atmosphere was tense,

A young figure strolled up slowly along the VIP passage, which was reserved for the "Ten Elders" and special guests.

He was holding a volcanic rock sausage that he had just taken a bite of, with cumin powder on the corner of his mouth, and he looked very content.

"It smells so good... What kind of miserable life have I been living in seclusion for so many years...?"

This scene instantly attracted the attention of countless people with supernatural abilities in the stands.

"Who is that?"

"Why is that young man in the Taoist robe walking towards the Ten Elders' stands?"

"Holding a grilled sausage in your hand? That's so inconsiderate! Is that a place you can just walk up to?"

Wang Ai was furious and had nowhere to vent her anger when she looked up and saw a young man in a brand-new Taoist robe walking up to her with meat in his mouth. Her eyebrows immediately furrowed.

Where did this unorthodox Taoist priest come from?

The rules of the Celestial Master's Mansion are getting more and more useless!

"Where did this brat come from! How dare you barge in here? Get out of here!"

Wang Ai used her Qi to shout, and her voice boomed like muffled thunder in the stands, making the teacups on the surrounding tables buzz.

The young superhumans below the stage turned pale from the pressure, marveling at the terror of the Ten Elders.

however.

The young man acted as if he hadn't heard, and even switched the sausage in his hand to his other hand, using the other hand to pick at his ear.

Su Wuxian walked up to the high platform and glanced at the various big shots present.

Lu Jin, Feng Zhenghao, Lü Ci... their gazes finally fell on Wang Ai, whose face was full of anger.

Without stopping, he walked straight to the empty seat next to Zhang Zhiwei—a seat originally reserved for important VIPs.

"presumptuous!"

When Wang Ai saw that the boy not only refused to step down but also wanted to sit next to the head of the table, he immediately became furious.

He slammed his cane down, and a cold, viscous black energy transformed into an invisible hand that grabbed Su Wuxian's shoulder!

"The old Celestial Master has failed in his duty of discipline; today, I'll teach this arrogant brat a lesson!"

Zhang Zhiwei didn't even lift his eyelids, and even lowered his head to blow on the floating tea leaves.

What a joke! You're going to discipline my junior brother for me?

You, Wang Ai, are not worthy?

However, Zhang Zhiwei had no intention of stopping him; he also wanted to see what kind of strength his junior brother possessed now.

Faced with Wang Ai's angry attack, Su Wuxian finally stopped.

He turned his head, and the languid indifference in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a contempt that came from the depths of his soul.

That look was like looking at a spoiled child throwing a tantrum in front of an adult.

"Smack."

Su Wuxian waved his hand casually.

It's as simple as swatting a fly.

The black energy that was powerful enough to crush rocks vanished without a trace the moment it touched Su Wuxian's palm, just like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun!

It didn't even stir up the slightest wave.

The entire room fell silent.

Wang Ai's pupils contracted sharply. He had just lifted his buttocks off the chair and was about to stand up when he felt an extremely terrifying pressure envelop his entire body, rendering him unable to move.

Su Wuxian strode up to him, looking down at the eighty-year-old man, took a bite of the grilled sausage in his hand, and said indistinctly:

"Little Wang, it's been eighty years, and your temper is still as bad as ever?"

"What? Now that you've become one of the Ten Elders and have some power, you've forgotten how your father sent you up the mountain and you cried and wet your pants?"

boom--!

These words were instantly amplified throughout the entire venue via the loudspeakers on the sidelines.

The thousands of extraordinary people heard it clearly.

Everyone was doubting their ears.

Little...Little Wang?

Did you wet your pants?

Wang Ai's wrinkled old face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and his hand pointing at Su Wuxian trembled violently, almost breaking his cane in his grip.

"You... what nonsense are you spouting! Who are you! I'm going to kill you!!"

This is the biggest dark chapter in his life!

Apart from those few old fogies from back then, nobody knew!

Lu Ci, the mad dog beside him, also changed his expression drastically, staring intently at Su Wuxian's young face, as if recalling some long-buried terrifying memory.

Ignoring Wang Ai's murderous intent, Su Wuxian plopped down in the armchair next to Zhang Zhiwei, crossed his legs, and while chewing on a grilled sausage, pointed at the composed Zhang Zhiwei beside him:

"who I am?"

"Senior brother, this young Wang's eyesight isn't good. Is he suffering from dementia? Could you introduce him to me?"

Zhang Zhiwei put down his teacup, cleared his throat, and spoke in a loud voice that echoed throughout the room:

"Ahem, since everyone is so curious, then this old Taoist priest will give you an introduction."

He reached out and patted Su Wuxian on the shoulder:

"This is my junior brother, Su Wuxian."

"That is, the last disciple of the former Celestial Master, and my junior uncle of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain."

At this point, Zhang Zhiwei turned to look at the stunned Wang Ai, and added a sarcastic remark with a smile:

"Wang Ai, why don't you hurry up and greet your Uncle Su? When your father brought you here to pay respects to the mountain back then, he made you kowtow to Junior Brother Su. And you kowtowed so loudly!"

Quiet.

The entire venue of the Luotian Grand Ceremony fell into an eerie silence.

All eyes were on the young man eating the grilled sausage.

Junior brother?

The old Celestial Master is over a hundred years old, so his junior brother... wouldn't he also be a hundred-year-old monster?

But he looks only twenty years old!

Wang Ai froze on the spot, unsure whether to sit or stand, her old face turning red then white, then pale then green.

Why should he bow down to a kid who looks only twenty years old?

Moreover, that "wave of the hand to break the Qi" had already made him realize that the "young man" in front of him was unfathomably powerful.

Su Wuxian was in a great mood when he saw Wang Ai's expression of having swallowed a fly.

He finished the last bit of grilled sausage in a few bites and casually tossed the bamboo skewer onto the table.

"Alright, stop shaking. You're getting on in years, I don't expect you to do another kowtow."

Su Wuxian leaned forward slightly and said coldly in a voice that only a few people on the stage could hear:

"I came out of the pass this time just to see the excitement and, incidentally, to see the descendants of my deceased friends."

"As long as your Wang family behaves well and follows the rules, I can temporarily leave those old grievances alone."

"But if I see anyone daring to play dirty tricks in the competition, or doing anything underhanded to my people from Longhu Mountain, or that kid named Zhang Chulan..."

Su Wuxian picked up the teacup on the table and gently crushed it with his fingers.

The hard porcelain cup silently turned into a cloud of white powder, which slipped through my fingers.

"Then don't blame me, as the elder, for cleaning up the house."

Threat.

A naked threat.

However, faced with a monster who could easily neutralize the attacks of the Ten Elders and whose seniority was terrifyingly high, not a single one of the Ten Elders present dared to refute him.

Even the usually unruly Feng Zhenghao quickly stood up and respectfully bowed.

"Junior Feng Zhenghao greets Senior Su."

Su Wuxian glanced at him, his gaze softening considerably: "The Feng family brat? I heard your family has a Spirit Binding and Commanding skill? Interesting. Tell your kid to perform well later, don't embarrass Feng Tianyang."

Feng Zhenghao shuddered, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

This senior...knows Grandpa's name...doesn't that prove he knows what happened back then?

At this moment, the referee below the stage finally came to his senses and, at the old celestial master's signal, tremblingly struck the gong:

"The Luo...Luo Tian Grand Ritual officially begins!"

"Contestants, please enter! Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Tianjin Wei Xiaotaoyuan... please proceed to your designated areas!"

Upon hearing the list announced over the loudspeaker, Su Wuxian's eyes lit up. He leaned back in his chair, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the plate in front of Zhang Zhiwei, and said with a smile:

"Wow, the show's about to begin."

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at his junior brother with some curiosity: "Junior brother, you seem quite interested in that kid named Zhang Chulan? Although his opponents in the first match weren't strong, it's probably going to be tough for him to fight three against one."

"One against three?" Su Wuxian cracked open a melon seed, spat out the shell, and said with a playful expression, "Senior brother, do you believe that this kid can win this match without even lifting a finger?"

"Oh?" Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow.

"That big-eared scoundrel Huaiyi was cunning back then, and this grandson of his..."

Su Wuxian pointed to the arena below, and couldn't help but laugh as he watched Zhang Chulan, dressed in a cheap T-shirt and looking like a "lonely master," walk into the arena.

"That son of a bitch, he's surpassed his master."

"As for over there..."

Su Wuxian then looked at another field, where Feng Baobao was carrying a shovel and entered expressionlessly. Opposite her were the three shady-looking kids from Tianjin Xiaotaoyuan.

"That's even more interesting." Su Wuxian's lips curled up. "Little Wang, keep a close eye on it."

Wang Ai turned away with a dark expression and a cold snort.

Off the field.

The three members of the Tianjin Wei Xiaotaoyuan trio stood arm in arm, looking arrogant and ready to teach their opponents a lesson.

Suddenly, they saw the face of the disheveled girl opposite them.

"Wait... these women look familiar?"

In the stands, Su Wuxian shifted to a more comfortable position, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Come on, let me share some sunflower seeds with you. This is a famous scene."