Chapter 546

"Hmm, I represent the company, and we will provide you with a certain level of support."

"As for the extent of that support, I’ll still need to consult with Director Zhao and the board."

Xu San thought for a moment, then spoke up.

Although he wasn’t certain how much support the company would give Zhang Chulan,

as an insider who deeply understood the company’s systems and methods,

he believed the company would welcome the emergence of a Tian Shi who was close to them.

Moreover, compared to other Yiren with varied backgrounds and abilities, Zhang Chulan, who wielded the Golden Light Spell,

clearly had deep ties to the Tian Shi Mansion and would be more readily accepted by the Dao Masters there.

"Jie Ge, what about you?"

Zhang Chulan turned to look at Zhang Jie again.

Compared to the eccentric and unreliable Feng Baobao, and the ambiguous, uncertain support from the company,

he still trusted Zhang Jie more.

With Zhang Jie’s unfathomable strength, even if he couldn’t sweep the entire Yiren world,

among the younger generation of Yiren, Zhang Chulan didn’t believe anyone could match him.

Not even those few figures mentioned in his conversations with company Yiren—

the Zhuge family heir Zhuge Qing, hailed as nearly capable of punching the Old Tian Shi and kicking the two supreme masters,

or Zhang Lingyu, the Old Tian Shi’s final disciple, or the rising stars of the Four Great Families.

"The Luo Tian Da Jiao—a grand event of the Yiren world—I won’t miss it."

Zhang Jie stretched lazily, a smile of harvest joy spreading across his face like a farmer’s.

At the Luo Tian Da Jiao, countless miracles would take the stage one by one—then would come his time to reap the fruits.

This was also why, since returning from the Shared Space, he had calmly stayed at Niandutong—

since he knew the Eight Marvelous Techniques would gather en masse at a certain time,

why waste time running around aimlessly?

If his own actions caused the Luo Tian Da Jiao to be canceled,

or prevented those Eight Marvelous Technique heirs from gathering during the event,

that would cost him far more effort.

Sometimes, when you know something beneficial is about to happen, waiting patiently is not a bad strategy.

"Then, Jie Ge, what about the position of Tian Shi heir?"

Zhang Chulan ventured cautiously.

Compared to him, whose ties to the Tian Shi Mansion were still unclear,

Zhang Jie, a legitimate lay disciple of the Tian Shi Mansion who had perfected the Golden Light Spell

and possessed unfathomable strength, had far greater chances of becoming the Tian Shi heir.

He didn’t particularly covet the position of Tian Shi heir—

but if he wanted to directly ask the Old Tian Shi, winning first place at the Luo Tian Da Jiao would be far more effective.

"If you can offer me something truly interesting,

I won’t mind escorting you during the Luo Tian Da Jiao."

Zhang Jie studied Zhang Chulan carefully for a moment before speaking with deep implication.

As a transmigrator who deeply feared the Tian Shi Degree, symbol of the Tian Shi’s identity,

he had no qualms about selling this empty title in exchange for tangible benefits.

Now it was up to this kid, Zhang Chulan, to catch on.

"Something that would interest Jie Ge?"

Zhang Chulan was utterly baffled.

He racked his brain but couldn’t think of anything in himself that might interest Zhang Jie.

"Sigh."

Watching Zhang Jie’s indifference toward the Tian Shi position, even his willingness to trade it,

Xu San sighed inwardly.

Compared to Zhang Chulan, who had only joined the company a few days ago,

he still preferred to see Zhang Jie ascend to the Tian Shi throne.

After all, due to his parents’ ties, Zhang Jie had practically grown up inside the company—

the purest of the pure insiders, whose loyalty to the company far surpassed Zhang Chulan’s.

Moreover, even if Zhang Jie became Tian Shi, his parents could still serve as a bridge between both sides,

making him a far wiser choice than the lonely, family-less Zhang Chulan.

Too bad the man himself had no interest—there was nothing even he could do about it.

'Should I go talk to Uncle Zhang tonight?'

Xu San pushed up his glasses and began seriously considering the possibility.

If he could persuade Zhang Jie’s father to intervene, maybe he could change his mind.

But the next second, he crushed the thought.

It wasn’t that he lacked arguments—though the Tian Shi Mansion belonged to the Zhengyi Sect of Daoism,

unlike the Quanzhen Sect, which forbade marriage, its disciples could marry and have children,

that’s how the Huojiao Daoists came to be—but as leaders of the Tian Shi Mansion,

past Tian Shis rarely married, choosing instead to focus on cultivation and their duties.

The previous Tian Shi, Zhang Jingqing, and the current Old Tian Shi, Zhang Zhiwei, had both remained unmarried their entire lives.

Moreover, it was said the rarity of Tian Shis marrying was tied to the mansion’s secret cultivation method,

which could only be practiced by a virgin male.

And Zhang Jie was the sole heir of the Zhang family, a single line of succession for generations.

If he went to him directly with this advice, Uncle Zhang would surely smash his head, wouldn’t he?

"Uh, why don’t you two wander around? I need to go consult Director Zhao and the others."

Feeling his head throb again, Xu San rubbed his brow and declared the meeting over.

"Jiege, what do we do next?"

"Jie Ge, what do we do next?"

After Xu San left, Zhang Chulan instinctively turned to Zhang Jie and asked.

Though Zhang Jie rarely spoke, his immense strength had gradually made him the group’s anchor.

"Hmm." Zhang Jie stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Since you plan to join the Luo Tian Da Jiao,

you’ll need formidable strength. Find a place and cultivate in seclusion for a while."

"Got it."

Zhang Chulan nodded eagerly.

Though he’d resolved to secure a high rank at the Luo Tian Da Jiao,

the other Yiren weren’t easy opponents—Longhu Mountain’s Old Tian Shi’s final disciple,

the Zhuge family heir… just hearing their names was terrifying.

Only the Old Tian Shi held the truth—he had no desire to fight those monsters.

"The company has an empty facility just outside the city you can use."

Xu Si, smoking and puffing clouds, chimed in and sent a location to Zhang Jie via his WeChat.

"Thanks, Fourth Brother."

With the company providing the location, Zhang Jie had no objection to a free ride.

"I’m coming too."

Feng Baobao raised her hand eagerly.

Zhang Jie wasn’t surprised—when it came to Zhang Chulan, whose origins might be connected to her,

the usually cold and detached Bao’er Jie showed unusual enthusiasm.

"Alright."

Xu Si smiled indulgently and agreed.

Though Feng Baobao was old enough to be his mother—she’d known his father, Xu Xiang, since childhood—

due to her ageless face and perpetually childlike innocence,

in his eyes, she was simply a little sister who needed care and affection.

Zhang Chulan’s gaze shifted between Xu Si and Feng Baobao.

That strange tone and expression—it felt so familiar.

"Tch…" Zhang Jie turned his head away.

The Xu family—up to Xu Xiang, down to Xu San and Xu Si—were all lifelong devotees of Bao’er Jie.

Zhang Jie turned his head away.

As for the Xu family, from the old father Xu Xiang down to his two sons Xu San and Xu Si, all of them are Baobao’s old lapdogs.