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

Chapter 19 Master, please have some cola!

Business class compartment on train G102.

It has to be said that Xu Si went to great lengths to please his three "ancestors" this time.

The private room was spacious and comfortable, with constant temperature air conditioning and a faint aroma of tea in the air.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan was kneeling beside Tian Jinzhong's chair.

Holding a bunch of freshly washed imported grapes, she was performing an extremely meticulous peeling process.

"Master, these grapes are a bit astringent, so I've peeled them clean for you. Please try them; they're air-shipped from Xinjiang, they're sweet!"

Zhang Chulan carefully held the peeled fruit to Tian Jinzhong's mouth.

Tian Jinzhong reclined in the leather chair, enjoying the massage function while eating grapes, his face beaming with joy.

"Hmm...not bad, not bad! How did Huaiyi, that taciturn fellow, have such a clever grandson like you? You're much better than Xiaoyu...cough cough, much better than the people who used to serve me."

When Gong Qing was mentioned, Tian Jinzhong's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he was quickly appeased by Zhang Chulan's flattery.

"You flatter me, Master! Serving you is a blessing I've earned!"

After serving Tian Jinzhong, Zhang Chulan spun around like a top and then turned to Su Wuxian.

Su Wuxian was wearing sunglasses and leaning against the window, resting with his eyes closed.

Feng Baobao, who was lying at my feet, had fallen asleep while hugging that bag of Weilong gluten noodles, with red oil still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

"Master Su... oh no, Boss Su."

Zhang Chulan tiptoed over, pulled a can of chilled cola from his pocket, and offered it to him with both hands:

"Look how hot it is outside, how about a sip of cola to soothe your throat?"

Su Wuxian slightly pulled down his sunglasses, looked at Zhang Chulan's fawning expression, took the cola, and opened it with a "click":

"Alright, Zhang Chulan. Unsolicited kindness is either a lie or a thief."

"You've heard about my 'dual-wielding' skills, and you're itching to try them out, aren't you?"

Zhang Chulan chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and casually sat down on the carpet at Su Wuxian's feet:

"We can't fool your discerning eyes. Master, you see, this trip to Beijing is a den of dragons and tigers. Our meager skills might embarrass you, wouldn't they?"

"Moreover, people outside are saying that you've mastered all eight extraordinary skills, that you're a walking encyclopedia, and that you know everything..."

Su Wuxian's lips twitched as he listened.

Although he had completed all the system tasks in eighty years, he had indeed mastered all his superpowers to the limit.

But these words came from Zhang Chulan's mouth.

Why does it feel a bit sarcastic?

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense and tell the truth." Su Wuxian waved his hand, unable to listen anymore; he felt like throwing up if he listened any longer.

"Hehe...could you...give your grand-disciple a couple of pointers?"

At this point, a hint of longing flashed in Zhang Chulan's eyes.

Although he won the championship at the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

But he knew it was all about using his brains and shamelessness.

In terms of pure skill, he still lags far behind Zhang Lingyu, Wang Ye, and even Zhuge Qing—these top geniuses.

After all, he had wasted so many years of cultivation time, and his desire for strength at this moment was far more than he appeared to be so relaxed.

Su Wuxian took a sip of cola and glanced at Zhang Zhiwei, the old master who seemed to be asleep but whose ears were actually perked up.

"To give you pointers?"

Su Wuxian looked at Zhang Chulan with a half-smile:

"What do you want to learn? The Golden Light Mantra? Thunder magic? Or... how to use the 'seed' inside you?"

boom--!

Zhang Chulan's smile froze instantly, and cold sweat poured down his face.

seed!

Old farmer's skill!

This is his biggest secret!

How could this "young advisor," whom I've only met a few times, see through me at a glance?

"Master, you...you know?" Zhang Chulan's voice trembled.

"I know, but it's not convenient to tell you now."

Su Wuxian spoke calmly, as if he were asking what to have for dinner:

"It can reduce all techniques based on Qi to their most primordial Qi. This move is indeed domineering, and it is no exaggeration to call it the 'end of techniques'."

"but......"

Su Wuxian changed the subject, extending a finger and gently poking Zhang Chulan's dantian:

"You're using it too roughly."

"Rough?" Zhang Chulan was taken aback.

"Right now, you only use it for 'defense' or to 'nullify' other people's moves. It's like a beggar with a golden bowl of rice begging for food."

A glint flashed in Su Wuxian's eyes:

"Its core lies not in 'deciphering,' but in 'organizing' and 'assimilating.'"

"Since you can restore someone else's Qi to its original state, why not...eat it?"

"Eat...eat???" Zhang Chulan's eyes widened.

"That's right." A faint white light appeared at Su Wuxian's fingertip; it was the devouring power of the Six Treasures Immortal Thief, but what he was demonstrating was the operating logic of a divine spirit:

"Next time someone else's Qi enters your body, don't rush to break it up and throw it away. Try to wrap it with your own seeds, assimilate it, and turn it into your own nourishment."

"Although it is not as unrestricted as the Six Treasures Immortal Thief, it is the best digestive system for pure Qi."

"If you master this move, you'll be a perpetual motion machine on the battlefield. The more you fight, the more Qi you accumulate."

Zhang Chulan was stunned.

Do you treat other people's attacks as nourishment?

This is absolutely insane!

But upon closer reflection, the flow of Qi within the body... seems to actually be feasible!

"Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

Zhang Chulan was so excited he almost kowtowed again.

These few words opened the door to a whole new world for him!

This is more effective than giving him a secret manual!

"Alright, go to the side and meditate. Don't block my view."

Su Wuxian waved his hand, concealing his merits and fame.

Zhang Chulan happily ran to a corner to meditate.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei, who had been pretending to be asleep, opened one eye, looked at Su Wuxian, and muttered softly:

"Junior brother, you're leading this kid down the path of becoming a 'monster.' Eating other people's Qi... If this method gets out, it'll probably cause another bloodbath."

Su Wuxian smiled and replied:

"Senior brother, this world is inherently cannibalistic. Rather than letting him be eaten, it's better to teach him how to eat others."

"Besides, with us old bones holding the fort, even if he's a monster, no one will dare to touch him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei's lips curled up slightly, and he closed his eyes again.

When it comes to protecting his own, his junior brother is even more like a Taoist master than he is.

......

After a while, Zhang Chulan felt the urge to urinate and got up to go to the restroom.

As he passed the connecting area between the second-class carriages, he overheard a hushed conversation.

"Hey, have you heard? Old Master Wang really went all out this time."

"Of course! The summons has even reached our remote sect. Just go to Beijing to support the Wang family, and you'll get 100,000 each!"

"Tsk tsk, what exactly did that kid named Wang Ye do that warrants such a fuss from the Wang family?"

"Who cares? We're just going to make up the numbers anyway. I heard Master Chen Jinkui is there, so we'll just come along and have some soup."

Zhang Chulan paused, then quietly peeked out.

All I saw in the corridor were several men dressed in casual clothes, but whose bodies emanated obvious Qi fluctuations, chatting.

"The Wang family...a summons?"

Zhang Chulan narrowed his eyes.

That old bastard Wang Ai, he's quick on his feet.

He didn't disturb the group, but instead went to the restroom as if nothing had happened, and then quickly returned to the business class VIP box.

"Master, Master!"

As soon as Zhang Chulan entered, the playful smile on his face faded somewhat, and he lowered his voice to say:

"I overheard something outside. There are quite a few strange people on this train, all going to Beijing to seek refuge with the Wang family."

"It seems that Wang Ai is planning to hold a 'martial arts tournament' specifically targeting Daoist Wang Ye."

Tian Jinzhong, who was playing a match-3 game, suddenly exclaimed, "Wow? The Wang family has quite a bit of influence."

Su Wuxian didn't even lift his eyelids, still looking out the window, only the smile on his lips grew colder:

"A martial arts tournament?"

"Good."

"It's better to have more people, it's more lively when there are more people."

Su Wuxian crushed the cola can in his hand and casually tossed it into the trash can with a crisp sound.

"I was worried that all we'd get are those few rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs from the Wang family, and it wouldn't be enough to fight them."

"Since everyone's rushing to their deaths..."

"Then let them all gather together, so I don't have to go looking for them one by one."

Zhang Chulan looked at Su Wuxian's indifferent profile.

Silently, I lit a candle for those extraordinary people who are still dreaming of getting rich.

Are you going to Beijing for tourism?

"Attention passengers, the next station is Beijing South Railway Station. Please take your belongings with you..."

The broadcast started.

Su Wuxian stood up, straightened his collar, and looked at the bustling city that gradually came into view.

"arrive."