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

"Fine, you tell us, Linglong. Isn't this what you wanted to see?"

"Don't you want to see it too? Tell me! Tell me!"

Just as Lu Linglong and Zhi Jinhua, two stunning beauties with vastly different styles, were arguing about who should speak, Zhang Chulan was overjoyed. His earlier annoyance at his grandfather's collusion with Quanxing vanished instantly, replaced by a lovesick grin.

Zhang Xilin: "You really are my good grandson..."

Jiang Bailan, watching Lu Linglong and Zhi Jinhua arguing, and then looking at Zhang Chulan's almost crooked smile, finally remembered that tonight was the time for the other party to walk their bird under the moon.

Poor Zhang Chulan...

Jiang Bailan patted the other person on the shoulder meaningfully, indicating that he had decided to attend the bonfire party that evening.

He could skip the party, but how could he miss such a memorable scene as walking his bird under the moon?

Completely oblivious to Jiang Bailan patting him, Zhang Chulan remained immersed in his own beautiful fantasy, even imagining himself sitting on the sofa, surrounded by women, enjoying a blissful scene.

"Get out of here, you're so useless. You were acting like a lovesick woman just now, and now you're putting on a coy act."

Wang Ergou pushed the two aside and strode towards Zhang Chulan in the distance. He adjusted his glasses, leaned down, and said, "I'm not joking with you. I'm seriously asking you for a favor, Zhang Chulan."

Zhang Chulan: ? ? ?

No, what about my two older sisters?

How did it turn into this sleazy man?

"I'm here. Please tell me what's wrong..."

Seeing the other person's excited yet slightly perverse expression, Zhang Chulan broke out in a sweat and slowly backed away.

"Let us see your little Kun Kun!"

Look at your little Kun Kun...

Your little Kunkun, right...?

Xiao Kunkun, right...?

Wang Ergou's voice was like a sharp sword piercing Zhang Chulan's chest, repeating itself in his mind over and over again.

"Little Kun Kun... Little Kun Kun... Your whole family is Little Kun Kun! Do I look like a gay man?!"

"Zhang Chulan, it's not what you think. We just want to see the virginity mark on your penis. We're not interested in your little Kunkun!"

"Big idiot!"

Zhang Chulan raised a middle finger and walked away into the distance without looking back.

What? You're not interested in my little Kunkun...

Are you underestimating my Kunkun? Let me tell you, it's terrifyingly big!

Want to see my little Kun Kun? No way!

-

That night.

A bright, clear moon hung high in the sky, much like the moon over Nankai University that night.

In an open space somewhere on Longhu Mountain, a lit bonfire emitted a bright light, flickering and illuminating the faces of every participant in the evening party.

Of course, Zhang Chulan also came.

There was nothing we could do; they were giving us just too much.

For the sake of money, Zhang Chulan said he could sacrifice his Kunkun, since it wasn't the first time anyway.

Making money isn't shameful...

Lu Linglong and the others also felt that spending 10 yuan for a chance to observe a lost forbidden technique up close was not a loss at all; it was practically a steal.

As time went on, more and more contestants arrived at the gala venue, including Zhuge Qing, who was almost kicked to death by Jiang Bailan, and Master Jia Zhengliang, who had shaved his head and become a monk.

Not only them, but even Zhang Lingyu showed up.

Only one person was missing: Wang Ye, the Mad Queen of Qimen.

Seeing Jiang Bailan present, and glancing at the Red Star Erwotou in the other's hand, Zhang Lingyu seemed to recall some past events, snorted coldly, and sat down next to Zhuge Qing and Jia Zhengliang.

All three of them shared the common trait of having been persecuted by Jiang Bailan.

Jiang Bailan glanced at it but didn't take it to heart. She watched as Zhang Chulan was being held up by Lu Linglong and Zhi Jinhua towards the crowd, and she and Feng Baobao leisurely drank their wine.

One straw, one bottle of wine, and you can drink all night long.

As the only two exceptions, alcohol naturally had no effect on them.

-

And the other side.

Wang Ye, who didn't attend the bonfire party, sneaked up to the Old Master's room.

Inside the room, the old master sat cross-legged, staring silently at the list of the top 16 who had advanced to the finals. Finally, he looked at Wang Ye's name, as if he were facing a difficult decision.

The reason there was no lottery today was entirely due to his personal motives as the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.

"Alas, I never imagined that even in my old age... I would still have to scheme against a junior..."

To ensure that Zhang Chulan wouldn't encounter Wang Ye and could successfully advance and win the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, he even included his good disciple Zhang Lingyu in the calculation.

Thinking of this, the old master felt he needed to thank Jiang Bailan. Although the other party was reckless in his actions, he had at least eliminated several dangerous individuals.

Whether it's Zhuge Qing or Jia Zhengliang from the Jia family in the Northwest, they are both considerable troubles for Zhang Chulan.

Just as the old master was hesitating about whether to secretly use the redwood box to give Wang Ye to Jiang Bailan, he noticed the unusual activity outside the door.

He slowly raised his eyes and called out, "Hey you outside, come in. What are you doing loitering around the door so late at night?"

"Hehe..." Hearing the old master's voice, Wang Ye, who was outside the door, crouched down and pushed open the door with a grin. "Good morning, old master... You're still awake?"

"Little Wang? Why aren't you sleeping at night? What mischief are you up to, sneaking around here? Are you planning to ambush this old man who's over a hundred years old?"

Hearing the old master's words, Wang Ye scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "Ambush you... I wouldn't dare even if I had the guts. I'm here to help you out of your predicament."

"Solve my worries and troubles..."

“That’s right, you must be troubled by my affairs right now… There’s no need, absolutely no need. I have absolutely no interest in winning the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. Participating in this competition was at my master’s request…”

"To be troubled because of a mere boy, Master, is not worth it..."

"Not to mention, it's not worth it to scheme against that brat for Zhang Chulan's sake..."

"You are a Celestial Master of the Zhengyi Sect's Celestial Master's Mansion. You shouldn't even think about doing this, it would be too beneath you. Although I don't know why this calamity has befallen me, that kid will naturally resolve it for you..."

"When he meets Zhang Chulan, the kid will admit defeat."

As a sorcerer, he was born with the ability to glimpse a trace of fate, and this time he happened to glimpse a trace of his own fate, which is why he visited the old master late at night.

"What's wrong with you?" After hearing Wang Ye's words, the old master wanted to say something, but he paused and didn't continue. "Never mind... I won't ask you anymore. As for my affairs, don't delve into them. It's not good for you... Is there anything else... If not, leave now. I'm going to sleep."

"Wait a minute, Master Celestial, I do have a favor to ask."

Upon hearing that the Celestial Master had agreed, Wang Ye also planned to reveal the purpose of his trip. He had come here tonight partly to help the Celestial Master resolve his troubles, and partly for his own sake.

"Let me tell you..."

Looking into the old master's eyes, Wang Ye did not refuse and said directly, "Then I'll trouble you, old master, not to put me and Jiang Bailan together."

Old Master: "..."

Well, kid, I thought you came to help me out, but it turns out you're just afraid of getting beaten up by Jiang Bailan!