Zhao Juanhua turned her head and glared angrily at Zhao Mengyao, who was still crying beside her, cursing: "Plague, what exactly have you brought to the family!" Tan Wenbin thrust a wooden stake into the ground and then took the Yellow River Shovel, striking it three times. After the third strike, the stake spontaneously combusted, sparks flying. Meanwhile, a roar echoed from the backyard of the Old Zhao Family. Looking again at Zhao Yi, who was sitting cross-legged, eighteen wooden sticks glowed with ghostly fire at their tips, and Zhao Yi’s hands moved so rapidly they left afterimages. Tan Wenbin, who had seen the world under Brother Yuanzi’s guidance, couldn’t help but remark at Zhao Yi’s performance: "Damn, the hostage has some skills!" Sitting there, Zhao Yi heard this and couldn’t help but smile modestly. Though he had become a hostage just for the taste of roasted sweet potatoes, and was now controlled by others, the probing between the parties had never stopped. The other side was clearly hiding their identity, yet the more they concealed it, the more it was worth investigating. His techniques had earned a crude compliment from the most skilled array expert in their group. It seems that the team’s array knowledge isn’t all that impressive. Zhao Yi withdrew his hands, and the ghost fire around him faded, leaving only the thickest stake still crackling away. Tan Wenbin jogged forward, helping Zhao Yi to his feet. Zhao Yi smiled and said, "I, Zhao Yi, have overstretched my abilities." Binbin: "It was alright, quite flashy." Zhao Yi didn’t immediately understand the meaning of "flashy," probably... it’s a compliment. Actually, it’s because Tan Wenbin was used to Brother Xiao Yuan setting up arrays in a very simple manner, and it was his first time seeing an array with light and shadow effects. Zhao Yi looked at Li Zhiyuan, maintaining a smile, "Fortunately, the mission was completed without disgrace." Li Zhiyuan nodded calmly; it was an array from the Zhao family. If they couldn’t change two nodes without problems, then they might as well choke themselves on a sweet potato. Zhao Yi said, "The ancestral hall has been destroyed, and I’ve sealed the entire backyard. You can go in to fish." After speaking, Zhao Yi’s gaze fell on Mr. Tian. Mr. Tian responded, flicked his hands, and a dagger reappeared in his palm as he leaped over the courtyard wall. Li Zhiyuan looked at Run Sheng, Yin Meng, and Lin Shuyou, and Run Sheng and Yin Meng immediately turned and climbed over the wall as well. Lin Shuyou pointed at his own face: "Do I have to go too?" Tan Wenbin stepped forward and gave Lin Shuyou a kick on the butt. Only then did Lin Shuyou realize he actually had a fighting task, and he excitedly vaulted over the wall. Zhao Yi looked at Tan Wenbin and asked, "Aren’t you going?" Tan Wenbin raised the Yellow River Shovel, resting it against Zhao Yi’s neck: "It’s too dark, and fighting can easily become chaotic and disorderly. My task is to protect the hostage’s safety." Zhao Yi nervously moved his neck backward, reminding, "Be gentle, be gentle." Tan Wenbin lowered the Yellow River Shovel, turning to sling it across his back. This hostage must be carried along. Li Zhiyuan first climbed up the wall, then jumped onto the opposite rooftop, finally stepping to the roof eaves, surveying the scene below. Though still youthful in stature, his foundational breathing practices made his stance distinctively solid; previously, with Run Sheng present, he could just reach out and didn’t have to bother. But if he truly relied on himself, while scaling walls was an exaggeration, his agility and steadiness exceeded that of ordinary adults. After Tan Wenbin hefted Zhao Yi onto his back, climbing the wall became a challenge; leaping to the opposite rooftop seemed beyond his ability. Despite appearing frail, Zhao Yi weighed as much as any adult. Ultimately, with a brief sprint, Tan Wenbin barely managed to leap onto the rooftop. Zhao Yi directed: "There’s a bead on the eastern corner of the roof that needs to be twisted open. The array above will only form when we’re on top of it, ensuring our safety and preventing accidents." Tan Wenbin: "I don’t think it’s necessary." Zhao Yi: "Better safe than sorry; although I’ve destroyed the ancestral hall, this family may still have cursed objects." "That’s not what I meant." Tan Wenbin carried Zhao Yi to the eaves area, seeing a crane with a bead in its long beak, but the stone bead had long been twisted open. Tan Wenbin: "See, I said it wasn’t necessary." Zhao Yi immediately set his sights on the young man. Shizhuo Zhao is a branch of Jiujiang Zhao, with its arrays derived from the main family, thus he can manipulate them easily and even more adeptly than the Shizhuo Zhao Family. But this boy, could he see through it at a glance? Tan Wenbin carried Zhao Yi to Li Zhiyuan’s side, where there were two battlefields below. On one side was Mr. Tian facing Zhao Xilu. On the other side were Run Sheng, Yin Meng, and Lin Shuyou surrounding Zhao Juanhua and Zhao Mengyao. As Mr. Tian was wielding a blade, he faced alone. This side clearly hadn’t considered sending aid, and indeed, there appeared to be no need for support. In fact, when the array was broken and they invaded, Shizhuo Zhao’s fate was already sealed. Now we were merely observing if they would stir up any waves during their downfall, adding some entertainment. No way around it, the setup for this family wipe-out was overly extravagant. Originally, for Li Zhiyuan’s side, the task wasn’t exactly difficult, far easier than navigating the river, and unexpectedly pulling in two more helpers along the way.