One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

As Jiang Bailan left the restaurant, she felt a pain in her buttocks and regretted her sharp tongue... Jiangxi cuisine is really spicy. It's not the kind of spicy or fragrant spiciness, but the purest, unadulterated spiciness.

Jiang Bailan said she would never dare to eat Jiangxi cuisine again!

"O(_)O Haha~"

Hearing Feng Shayan laugh out loud, Jiang Bailan glared at her in annoyance. He suspected that she was doing it on purpose, otherwise why wouldn't she eat a single bite?

"You'll be here tonight?"

Seeing Jiang Bailan stop at the entrance of a bathhouse with an antique-style decor called "Mountain Stream," Feng Shayan asked without surprise.

Or rather, she would find it strange if the other person didn't come.

"Hmm, I'm a little tired today and want to relax."

Jiang Bailan wasn't lying. She had been on a plane, buried Xu Si, and fought with Zhuge Qing all day. It would be a lie to say she wasn't tired.

As for relaxing!

Whether it's proper or not, that depends on Jiang Bailan.

Don't forget your match tomorrow!

After a brief farewell to Jiang Bailan, Feng Shayan planned to find a hotel to rest for the night.

Watching the other person's departing figure, Jiang Bailan paused for a moment, then walked into the bathhouse in front of her without turning back.

-

Longhu Mountain, at night.

On a large tree in the back mountain passage, Feng Baobao, dressed in the uniform of Na Du Tong, descended from the sky and slammed down with an iron shovel.

boom!

A loud bang rang out in the night, its force needing no further explanation.

Jia Zhengliang, who had just finished his meal, was knocked down by the shovel before he could react. He landed on the ground with a large, steaming bump on the back of his head.

He never imagined that there would be anyone so fearless as to commit such a heinous act right under the nose of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Feng Baobao declared, "I'm a wild girl!"

I dare to do what others dare not do!

He took out his notebook, put a checkmark next to Jia Zhengliang's name in the dark, then his eyes fell on Shan Shitong's name. He took out an iron chain, tied the other man up, stuffed a rag in his pocket, and moved on to the next target.

Shan Shih-Tung: "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! Back off! Back off! Back off!"

-

Longhu Mountain, side room.

Zhang Chulan called out to Ji Yun and Ye Xing (Zhang Lingyu's two followers on his first trip down the mountain), who were about to leave. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Gentlemen, there's something... I've been wondering why Zhang Lingyu always seems to dislike me. What did I do to annoy him? Given his bad temper, it's surprising how kind he is to everyone except Brother Lan. What did we do to offend him?"

Zhang Chulan had already learned about Jiang Bailan's situation from Xu Si. After hearing it, although he felt very innocent, it was indeed a reason that was hard to refute.

Whether it was passive or active, the result was indeed caused by one's own actions.

But why is Zhang Lingyu so hostile towards me when we have no connection at all?

"This one……"

The two stammered, unsure of what to say.

Seeing their expressions, Zhang Chulan knew they must know, so he used his shameless nature and burst into tears in a few breaths.

“You two Taoist priests don’t know, I lost my grandfather when I was young, and my father when I was 10. I grew up alone in an orphanage, and was bullied by others every day… I suffered so much, you have no idea how happy I was when I heard that I still had a master…”

Zhang Chulan's words became increasingly earnest, and he continued, choking back tears, "But every time I see my junior uncle giving me a cold shoulder, my heart aches, so please, both of you, tell me the reason..."

This passage wasn't entirely acting; it was seven parts truth and three parts falsehood. There was emotion involved, but it wasn't to the point of bringing tears to one's eyes.

"Zhang Chulan..."

"Ugh……"

Seeing each other's genuine emotions, the two shook their heads with some reluctance and prepared to tell Zhang Chulan the truth.

“Zhang Chulan, actually, Junior Uncle doesn’t dislike you, it’s just that he has some problems himself…”

Zhang Chulan: Zhang Lingyu has a problem himself, what a juicy story!

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan asked with concern, "What's wrong with Junior Uncle? Does he have some hidden illness?"

Ji Yun and Xing Ye nodded, then shook their heads.

Seeing the two's unusual behavior, Zhang Chulan perked up, sensing that there must be some big news going on!

He stepped forward and said, "Master Jiyun, hurry up and tell me! I'm dying to know!"

Seeing Zhang Chulan's concerned expression, the two told each other the truth. When Zhang Chulan heard that Zhang Lingyu disliked him because of thunder magic, he didn't feel anything.

However, when he heard that the other party's lightning magic had turned black because his primordial yang body had been destroyed, Zhang Chulan felt like a clown, a huge clown.

No one in the entire Longhu Mountain combined looks more like a clown than him!

Lying on the wooden bed in the side room, Zhang Chulan was in tears. This time, it wasn't fake crying; the tears were genuine.

"Hahahaha... Oh, I see... So that's how it is!! Hahahaha..."

"Zhang Chulan, you're such a complete idiot, an absolute idiot! You're concerned about Zhang Lingyu's health? Even that guy isn't a virgin anymore, what about you?"

"And you--!!!"

"Hahahahaha..."

crazy!

crazy!

I've gone mad!

Zhang Chulan felt that the world was full of malice towards him!

An image of Zhang Lingyu and some woman, their naked bodies entangled together, flashed through his mind, and tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes, as if water pipes had been inserted into them…

"Zhang Chulan, stop calling me and come with me."

Feng Baobao, wearing a baseball cap at an angle, pushed open the door, and the two men jolted each other awake. Then, they ran into the night towards the distant mountains...

-

"Sister Bao'er, where are we going?" Zhang Chulan asked, her eyes wide as tears streamed down her face in the wind.

"Why are you crying? I saw you were uneasy after you found out who your opponent was during the day. I heard from Feng Xingtong that the other party was difficult to deal with, so I knocked him out overnight..."

The two ran and talked, and soon arrived at a clearing in the woods.

Seeing Jia Zhengliang and Shan Shitong bound tightly with iron chains and their mouths stuffed with rags, Zhang Chulan was immediately amazed by their professional-level operation.

How many people must have been buried to achieve such professional technique?

"Sister Bao'er, you tied them both up?"

"Woooooooo..."

"Woooooooo..."

The moment Shan Shitong saw Zhang Chulan, he knew that the shovel blow he received hadn't been in vain. He had thought the other party was trying to rob him, but now everything was clear—it was Zhang Chulan, that bastard, who had done it.

On the other hand, Jia Zhengliang stared wide-eyed, looking extremely angry. "You can tie him up if you want, but why are you tying me up too?"

Meanwhile, Jiang Bailan, who had just finished relaxing at the spa and was fast asleep, was completely unaware of all this. Even if she had known, she wouldn't have said anything. At most, she would have given Feng Baobao some more guidance on how to insert the acupuncture needles into the two of them.

“Here, take this and go shave that guy’s red hair.”

Picking up a shovel and starting to dig a hole, Feng Baobao handed the electric clippers from her pocket to Zhang Chulan, instructing him to flatten Jia Zhengliang's red hair as Jiang Bailan had requested.

Why keep red hair of all things?