Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

A county town, an internet cafe.

A young man walked up to the bar, glanced at the bar girl who was chatting on her phone, and spoke.

"Turn on the machine."

The bartender didn't even look up, but stretched out a hand and said somewhat impatiently.

"Identification document: Members who recharge 200 will receive a 100 bonus, and those who recharge 100 will receive a 50 bonus."

Zhang Yan looked at his younger sister's brightly colored nails and smiled awkwardly.

"I forgot to wear it, let's make a temporary one."

The bartender looked up and her eyes lit up; she couldn't help but look him up and down.

Zhang Yan wore a baseball cap, her long hair was tied in a ponytail, she wore a beige T-shirt, dark jeans, and white sneakers.

Especially her face, which perfectly fits her aesthetic.

"A handsome guy's here, let's chat in a bit."

She quickly typed out a message and sent it to her best friend.

The other person responded quickly, sending her an emoji, but by then the phone had already been turned face down.

"No ID card? Do you remember your ID number?"

Zhang Yan smiled politely again, revealing a few white teeth.

"You don't remember either? That's a bit tricky."

The bartender took out her ID card and began to speak.

"How about this, you use mine, and then you buy me milk tea?"

The milk tea she was referring to was the instant kind sold on the counter.

Zhang Yan immediately smiled, took out a fifty-yuan bill, and said.

"Thank you, beautiful lady. Could you please give me another cup of instant noodles with a sausage? And the rest can be your milk tea."

This money was exchanged for gold bars. It's amazing that the five gold bars that Boss Zhao gave us haven't been lost after all these years.

She took the money, pointed to a machine not far away, and said.

"Sit on machine number 10. The machine is on. Don't mess with the game. I'm going to make instant noodles."

Her games were always running on that machine; she would play them after get off work as a small perk for the employees.

The machine was positioned perfectly; she could see it clearly as soon as she looked up from the bar.

Zhang Yan walked to the machine and sat down, ignoring the pop-ups in the game, and directly opened the website portal.

The bartender picked up her phone, sent an emoji, and then replied.

'A handsome guy bought me milk tea. I'll go get the V later, hehe.'

The other party replied extremely quickly.

"I want milk tea too, so we can look at his WeChat Moments together after get off work."

It was followed by a mischievous emoji.

'Okay, I'll go make some instant noodles for the handsome guy. We'll chat in a bit.'

After replying, she picked up a cup of instant noodles and headed towards the hot water dispenser.

When she returned, there was no one left in machine number 10. She looked around and finally her gaze fell on the screen.

The opened portal website displayed a search directory:

Luotian Grand Ceremony at Mount Longhu.

The body of Zhang Huaiyi, who mastered the Qi Source Flow, was stolen, and his grandson Zhang Chulan also attracted the attention of the supernatural world.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei convened the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony for the sake of his junior brother's grandson, hoping that Zhang Chulan would inherit the position of Celestial Master.

During the meeting of the Ten Elders, some people who coveted the Qi Body Source Flow demanded that the Celestial Master expand the selection of successors to all extraordinary individuals, citing Zhang Chulan's non-disciple status as a member of Longhu Mountain.

They didn't want to lose the opportunity to obtain the Qi Source Flow, and therefore wanted to use this matter to prevent Zhang Chulan from becoming the successor.

Lu Jin, one of the Ten Elders, also offered the Tongtian Talisman, one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, as a reward, thoroughly muddying the waters.

Longhu Mountain

Zhang Zhiwei was sitting on the bed looking at a match schedule when he sighed.

Lu Jin's group had quite a few people, so he wasn't worried. But Zhang Chulan's next opponent was Tang Wenlong from the Tang Clan.

Moreover, Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were grouped together, and whoever wins will be a tough opponent.

"Brother Zhiwei, why are you sighing?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei, the old Celestial Master, seemed to realize something. His expression changed drastically, and it took him a long time to calm down before he looked up at the door.

Boom boom boom!

With a knock on the door, the voice came again.

"What, you're not welcoming me?"

The old celestial master stood up abruptly, his eyes, which had returned to their original simplicity, once again shone with golden light, and he spoke.

"Impossible. That person perished together with the ghost general, leaving no trace of his body. This is impossible."

There was a squeak.

The door was pushed open, and the person the old master had mentioned closed the door behind him and smiled at him.

"I almost died, and now my mind is a bit muddled, and I can't make sense of many things."

The old master carefully examined the newcomer, even using the Golden Light Mantra, before gently closing his eyes.

"Brother Zhang Yan, it's been a long time."

Zhang Yan walked up to the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, looked him up and down, nodded, and spoke.

"Yes, although he's a bit old now, he finally looks like a Taoist master."

"Hey, your eyes aren't big to begin with, why are they closed?"

"Go away, go away. We were just getting into the mood for this reunion with old friends, but it's all gone now."

Even so, when Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes, there were still tears glistening in them, and he continued.

"Brother Zhang Yan, tell me about your situation?"

Zhang Yan pointed to his head and said.

"There's not much to say. It's like taking a long nap, waking up to find everything has changed, and my mind is still a bit foggy."

After hearing Zhang Yan's words, the old Celestial Master's expression immediately turned serious, and he spoke.

“Zhang Yan, you are actually a disciple of the Celestial Master’s Mansion, which means you are my junior brother.”

"Back then, you suffered a qi deviation during your practice and became trapped in your inner world. Your master had no choice but to send you to Mount Tai for seclusion."

"Now that you've emerged, I can obey my master's orders and pass on the position of Celestial Master to you."

"You've heard about Zhang Chulan's situation, right? You're also his advisor, so we need to think of a way to protect him."

Zhang Yan's mouth dropped open when he heard this, and he even ended up believing the old man's nonsense.

"Senior brother, are you saying that these memories of mine are my own imaginations within the inner world?"

Upon hearing Zhang Yan's changed form of address, Zhang Zhiwei immediately sensed something was amiss and spoke up.

"Well, not entirely. It's true that you learned a variety of martial arts, and that's why you went astray."

Zhang Yan tapped his head, his face contorted in pain, and slowly squatted down, muttering to himself.

"Senior brother, I can't tell anymore, I really can't tell right now!"

"Alas, we have all grown old, but when we look back, you are still a young man."

The old master Zhang Zhiwei first sighed, then patted Zhang Yan on the shoulder, his expression changed, and he said angrily.

"It really pisses me off!"

"Alright, stop acting. Your acting skills are nowhere near Zhang Chulan's."

At this moment, Zhang Yan had already buried his head in his arms and responded sullenly to Zhang Zhiwei's words.

"I'm just a little groggy from sleeping too long, not because I have amnesia."

"You don't need to fool me like that."

With that, Zhang Yan stood up, pointed to the battle schedule, and began to speak.

"Are you worried about Zhang Chulan's opponent?"

The old master looked at the names on the battle list and spoke.

"Sigh, it's really like the heavens are against me. He's always up against formidable opponents."

"Zhang Chulan, that unlucky kid."

Just as the old master was about to say something more, he noticed that someone else seemed to have come to the door. He glanced at Zhang Yan.

From the moment Zhang Yan began his campaign until the end of that great battle, he intentionally or unintentionally avoided leaving any images on camera.

This is related to his cultivation of his own divinity, leaving no concrete symbolic representation, so that he can better draw upon the power of reverence.

This has led to a problem: people who had met Zhang Yan before no longer have a clear image of him in their minds.

The portraits he left behind are just outlines; now all that remains is his name.

Having thought of this, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei had nothing to worry about, and he spoke up.

"Come in, what are you doing loitering around the door so late at night?"

The door was pushed open again, and before anyone even entered, greetings arrived first.

"Hi, good morning, Master."

Only after the person had fully leaned in did Zhang Zhiwei see who it was and speak.

"Little Wang, what mischief are you up to, sneaking around like this so late at night?"