Watching Fatty devour grapes, Zhang Tian couldn't help but speak.
"Fatty, be careful of cavities if you eat too many."
"Don't worry, boss. Fatty is as tough as iron. Fei Fei even praises my physique."
Fatty gave a thumbs-up, looking incredibly strong.
Zhang Tian ignored him and sped off in the off-road vehicle.
Soon, they reached the main city of Jiangxin, its scenery as usual.
However, after two months, winter had passed, and the scenery here had become significantly hotter.
Within the main city, Zhang Tian found a gas station.
Of course, gas stations in this era were not as high-tech as modern ones. Oil was sold in plastic bottles.
Moreover, the oil storage at each station was limited. Zhang Tian bought out the entire stock before his tank was full.
"Boss, are we going to see the Golden Translator?"
Hu Bayi asked, looking at a small translation shop.
"Forget it. Let's not go. Let him stay inside. We won't disturb him."
Zhang Tian waved his hand, skipping the tedious conversation.
If they went to find Tu Lu, they would definitely have to exchange pleasantries, which would be boring. It was better to head straight back to Beili.
"Okay, then let's take turns driving."
Hu Bayi said. Zhang Tian nodded, and they resumed their journey.
Meanwhile, in Beili City.
Various factions were seething in secret.
Those who initially looked down on Zhang Tian's Nine Gates Group were now regretting it deeply.
In just two months, an elder from the Nine Gates had established a foothold in Beili.
As everyone knew, Beili had numerous families, their roots intertwined and deeply embedded in the city's foundations.
The appearance of Daoist Yimei was like a thick root, pushing aside those strong, established roots.
Many members of these prominent families practiced martial arts, but very few could catch ghosts.
In Beili, Daoist Yimei was clearly unique.
As a result, Daoist Yimei's reputation soared in Beili.
Now, on Longteng Mountain.
The location of the Nine Gates residence.
Below Longteng Mountain, a skyscraper had been completed.
It was now in preliminary use.
The only department currently operating was Daoist Yimei's ghost-catching and exorcism division.
"Hee hee, Daoist brother, your jokes are so funny. Look how delighted Xiao Qing is, all flustered."
A female ghost massaged Daoist Yimei's shoulders, a radiant smile on her face.
"Who am I? I am the foremost of Maoshan..."
"We know, the foremost genius disciple under the foremost genius master of Maoshan!"
Before Daoist Yimei could finish, the female ghost beside him giggled.
"Haha, that's right, that's right. You all have good memories. Fortunately, Master isn't home. It would be good if my obedient disciple returned later."
Daoist Yimei thought with delight, enjoying the comfort, his face filled with pride.
He mused about how clever he was to subdue these female ghosts, making them massage him first, and then transcending them when they performed well.
However, he was grateful his Ancestral Master wasn't around, or he wouldn't dare to act like this.
"I wonder how my obedient disciple is doing."
The Ancestral Master thought this, then calculated with his fingers.
His expression changed drastically in an instant.
"Ancestral Master above, my obedient disciple has returned!"
Daoist Yimei was startled, but he sighed deeply, enjoying the comfort around him.
"What's the hurry?"
"Daoist, when will you arrange for this servant to reincarnate?"
A charming female ghost asked with a smile.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow. This poor Daoist can only send one per day."
Daoist Yimei said, feeling somewhat helpless.
His spiritual power was limited, and he couldn't send them all back at once.
Daoist Yimei could only hope his Master would return later.
"I hope my obedient disciple understands my intentions. If Master sees me like this, I'm afraid..."
The thought of his Master's small whip sent a shiver down Daoist Yimei's spine.
He shook his head, daring not to think further.
Meanwhile, in Xiao Wang's antique shop.
Wu Tianzhen and Wang Pangzi were sitting in the antique shop.
They seemed to be discussing something.
"Tianzhen, we haven't heard from Brother Zhang recently. Is what he said last time still valid? And, our old man has been waiting for so long his butt is growing mushrooms."
Fatty grumbled, his loud voice attracting the attention of many antique buyers.
"What's this about mushrooms? You can't say anything good, can you?"
"We just got back. Didn't we follow Ah Ning and the others a few months ago to look for clues? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Wu Tianzhen looked at him with disappointment.
Fatty chuckled.
"Tianzhen, I'm just eager for our future development. Ever since Fatty learned about this strange thing called cultivation, my perspective has broadened."
Fatty said earnestly.
Wu Tianzhen was speechless.
After the Xisha Underwater Tomb, Wu Tianzhen went to search for his second uncle.
Unfortunately, he searched everywhere but couldn't find him.
Resigned, he returned to Beili. As for Fatty, ever since he learned about cultivation, he had been thinking about digging up other people's graves every moment.
His thoughts were extremely impure.
"Alright, you have a broad perspective!"
"I heard that during the Anti-Japanese War, Fuji Country transported tens of millions of items to other countries, and they were all cultural relics."
"Fatty, although we need to cultivate, these tens of millions of cultural relics should be displayed in museums."
Wu Tianzhen whispered into Fatty's ear.
His expression was serious.
"Fatty knows. These cultural relics should be in the convenience store, right? Fatty understands."
Wang Banyue said, chuckling.
Wu Tianzhen pursed his lips, deciding it was hopeless.
Wu Tianzhen, though often unlucky and a bit naive, coupled with a tendency to blow up graves.
Fortunately, he was still useful, at least he had a heart for donating cultural relics.
"I wonder when Brother Zhang will return."
Wu Tianzhen thought, already eager to travel across the ocean.
At this moment, Zhang Tian was still on his way.
Time passed quickly.
A week later.
Zhang Tian's off-road vehicle was smoking when they finally saw the gates of Beili City.
Looking at the familiar city gate, the familiar tiled houses, and the countless courtyards, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
After several days, they had finally achieved their goal.
"Holy cow, the air in Beili is sweet!"
"Fatty feels like he could suffocate here from breathing."
Fatty poked his head out and took a deep, happy breath.
"Phew, could it be due to my physique? I didn't feel any discomfort returning."
Shirley Yang spoke, a hint of confusion in her voice.
"You are no longer an ordinary person, so you won't suffer from altitude sickness or discomfort."
Zhang Tian said casually.
Shirley Yang realized it.
"Brother Zhang, you can drop me off here. I'll be leaving to arrange matters in Fuji Country."
Shirley Yang waved goodbye. Zhang Tian nodded, and the off-road vehicle headed directly towards the antique shop.
He hadn't seen his mother for months, and Zhang Tian honestly missed her.
This was the first time he had been away from home for such a long time.
"Mom must be missing me."
Zhang Tian thought, his gaze falling on Zhang Qilin. In his eyes, Zhang Tian sensed a hint of peace.
It was the peace of home.