Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Jiang Mo took the stack of family letters, but didn't open them; he simply looked at the covers one by one.

"Changqing, what do you want me to do?"

"Tell the truth."

Changqing looked troubled. He had prepared his words before coming, but when his uncle asked him, he didn't know where to begin.

Jiang Mo didn't rush him. Only after reading the letter did she slowly close the book and put it down.

"This disciple dares not speculate on the intentions of my master, but from the bottom of my heart, I also hope that these junior brothers can leave in time."

Changqing lowered his head, struggling internally, and clenched his fists, saying:

"If you decide to fight Quanxing to the bitter end, I will follow you to the death without complaint."

“I was adopted by my master when I was young and grew up in the sect.”

"This is my home... but my other junior brothers don't feel the same way."

“I am worried that the irreconcilable conflict with Quanxing will implicate the families of my fellow disciples, so I would like to persuade them to temporarily leave the mountain to avoid this disaster.”

"After all, the Quanxing gang of mad dogs is capable of anything, so we need to be prepared in advance."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo revealed an approving expression and suddenly exclaimed, "Not bad, Changqing. It's been many years since we last met, and you've learned to be more careful with your words and thoughts."

What you're thinking is exactly what I'm thinking.

Jiang Mo lowered his gaze, looking at the letter from home in his hand, and couldn't help but feel a little worried:

"The Quanxing sect is spread throughout the country and has a deep influence; despite nearly a thousand years of suppression and encirclement by various righteous sects, it is still like locusts and weeds, difficult to eradicate."

“If the relatives of the disciples are implicated as a result, it will be an undeserved disaster.”

"What will become of the disciples in the sect then?"

"Even if you kill many of the scum of Quanxing, your dead relatives will not come back to life."

"I don't want to see those disciples trapped in hatred and guilt for the rest of their lives."

Seeing his martial uncle's slightly furrowed brows, Changqing understood and finally breathed a sigh of relief, saying:

"Alright, disciple understands what Master Uncle means."

"I'll talk to them tomorrow morning and send these junior brothers down the mountain."

"Well, please."

The light shone on the wall, and the room was clean and tidy. A faint smile appeared on Jiang Mo's lips.

"Changqing, I have a question for you."

"Uncle-Master, what is it?"

Changqing took the letters from home, somewhat taken aback.

"I've been away from home for many years, but this place has always been kept very clean. Who usually takes care of these chores?"

Upon hearing this, Changqing was taken aback. He pondered for a moment before speaking uncertainly.

"I vaguely remember that it was Uncle-Master Si Chong who cleaned your dormitory..."

"And Chengzhen... Master also comes occasionally."

“During the days you were away, they all missed you. I think cleaning this place is just a way to remember you, isn’t it?”

Jiang Mo seemed to have expected this answer, yet he still felt a warmth in his heart and smiled:

"Okay, thank you for telling me all this."

"It's late. If there's nothing else, go and rest."

"Then disciple, please leave first."

Changqing sensed that his uncle was in a subtle mood and unwilling to say more, so he hurriedly got up, closed the door and left.

Chapter 19 The Great Immortal of the Mortal Realm

The setting sun dipped below the horizon, dusk faded, and night fell.

Lu family.

Inside the simply decorated hall, a ragged informant handed a note to a refined man in a red shirt.

"Mr. Lu, this is the information I gathered."

"Okay... thank you for your help."

"You're welcome. I'll be going now. Goodbye."

The informant stood up, clasped his hands in farewell, and took his leave.

"Walk slowly."

Lu Xuan watched the other person leave, then opened his palm to examine the note.

The handwriting was crooked and the content was extremely shocking. After reading it, Lu Xuan's expression changed slightly, and his mind was unable to calm down for a moment.

He clutched the note tightly, sat upright in the wooden chair, his gaze conveying a mixture of apprehension, concern, and restraint.

Time passed slowly, and about half an hour later, the head of the Lu family slowly stood up and exhaled a breath of pent-up frustration.

He decided to tell his uncle the news.

In a brightly lit study, an elderly man with white hair and a vigorous spirit lay on a grand chair, holding an ancient scripture and carefully reading it. On the table was a cup of freshly brewed tea.

Light footsteps approached from afar.

Lu Xuan entered the study and went straight to the point: "Uncle...something has happened."

"how?"

Upon hearing this, Old Master Lu shifted his gaze from the complex characters in the ancient scripture, picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and moistened his throat.

"Is Trinity going to start causing trouble for Quanxing?"

“If Jin’er doesn’t want to come back, forcing him won’t work.”

Looking at Lu Xuan, whom he had passed the throne to, the old man frowned, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure:

"Hmph, don't think I don't know what you're up to behind the scenes!"

“If you forcibly bring him back at this point, he will hate you for the rest of his life.”

Lu Xuan stood frozen in place, wanting to explain, but the old man's calm and stern gaze forced him to admit his mistake.

"Uncle, it was rash of me to write a letter home, but I was really worried that Jin'er would get involved in the conflict with Quanxing."

"Enough...get to the point."

Old Master Lu didn't want to hear those explanations. He noticed Lu Xuan's uneasy expression and had a strange, bad feeling in his heart.

"The Sanyi Sect...had a major battle with the Quanxing Sect yesterday."

"The two Daoist masters, Si Chong and Cheng Zhen, killed the three evil spirits, Bing Gui, Gu Yu, and Xiao Yan, along with Zhao Wuyuan, on Quanxing's territory. More than seventy people died."

"In addition, Quanxing also launched a night attack on Sanyi Gate while the two were out, causing quite a commotion."

"According to our informant, two members of the Sanyi Sect have died. Jin'er is unharmed, perhaps only slightly injured."

Lu Xuan repeated the contents of the note one by one.

Even the seasoned Mr. Lu was quite surprised.

The dead hold an extremely high position in the Quanxing sect, serving as pillars of support, not to mention the Three Evils who have reached the level of Grandmaster.

Withered fingers tapped silently on the table. Old Master Lu looked slightly worried, pursed his lips, and sighed, "So it was Zhao Wuyuan?"

"No wonder those two fought so fiercely that blood flowed like a river..."

"Compared to Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan, who caused the death of the Left Sect Master, this is almost no less serious."

This secret left Lu Xuan speechless, cold sweat trickling down his temples. Confused, he pressed for an answer:

"Uncle, what blood feud exists between them?"

As Old Master Lu stroked his white beard, a memory from the past surfaced in his mind.

He was old and didn't remember very clearly. He first drank some tea to calm himself down, then put the ancient scripture aside before speaking solemnly:

"Many years ago, a group of heretical practitioners from southern Xinjiang appeared in the coastal areas of southeastern China."

"They are skilled in using poison and gu techniques, and their strength is so great that they dominate an entire region. There are several grandmasters of poison, and wherever they go, there is devastation and corpses everywhere."

"Many children born on special birthdays became materials for these beasts to refine evil artifacts."

"How many civilians were affected, roughly a few hundred, or nearly a thousand?"

Grandpa Lu rubbed his temples in pain, dredging up fragments of his memory, and continued, "It should be around eight hundred."

"It was a really miserable situation..."

"This outrageous act was quickly met with a crackdown by major righteous sects, including Longhu Mountain, Wudang, Shangqing, Huode Sect, Yanwu Hall, Sanyi Sect, and so on."

"They gathered a lot of disciples, all of whom were promising talents of that generation, and they were all slaughtered by those evil cultivators."

"Even the Quanxing at that time didn't dare to provoke these people. When their elders were killed, they didn't dare to utter a word and ran away in a sorry state."

Lu Xuan listened with concern: "And then what happened? Zhao Wuyuan must have been part of that group too, right?"

"Humph!"

"And then..."

Old Master Lu recounted that bloody past in its entirety: "Large numbers of refugees went to various righteous sects and knelt down to beg for mercy."

"While other sects are still hesitating and weighing the pros and cons."

"The nearest Sanyi Gate has made its move."

"With almost no delay, after receiving the refugees, Zuo Menzhang, along with Sichong and Chengzhen, sped along the coastal area."

"The three of them alone managed to break into the place where the demons were entrenched, and they killed so many that blood flowed like rivers."

"?!"

Lu Xuan's pupils dilated in shock, and he was unable to calm down for a long time. He never expected that the Sanyi Sect would have such a domineering side.

Grandpa Lu blew on the tea in his cup, a smug smile playing on his lips: "That battle was truly earth-shattering."

"As the evil cultivators fled to the southern border and various sects prepared to take action, news came one after another that the Left Sect Leader had beheaded the evil cultivators."

"A total of 24 evil cultivators were beaten and forced to flee. The poison master who brought up the rear was cut into human sticks."

"Two masters of poison and a few scattered evil cultivators have fled into the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Southern Frontier."

"Just when everyone thought that Master Zuo would stop there."

"He broke in, and no one knows the details of what happened back then. Only six months later, he came out carrying the heads of two Grandmasters of Poison Gu and threw them to the refugees."

"In an instant, the world was shaken! From then on, the Sanyi Sect entered its golden age."

"And the Left Gate Master was even given the honorary title of 'Great Prosperity Immortal' by the refugees, who praised his great achievements."

"His character is impeccable, isn't it?"

Lu Xuan's heart was in turmoil, and he murmured, "No... he can be considered a perfect person."

The thought of the deceased filled Mr. Lu with melancholy.

"Among the younger generation back then, he was the one I admired the most; otherwise, I wouldn't have let Jin'er become his student."

"But there must be remnants remaining in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Zhao Wuyuan is one of them. After more than ten years, he also achieved great success in his cultivation. He returned to the Central Plains and wreaked havoc, choosing an elder of the Quanxing Sect to replace him."

“Jin’er is a disciple of Sanyi. Whether it’s Wugensheng and Li Muxuan breaking into the mountain and killing the Left Sect Master, or this line of evil cultivators represented by Zhao Wuyuan, they are all related to Quanxing.”

Lu Xuan felt a sense of bewilderment. He neither wanted his son to risk fighting against Quanxing, nor did he want to hinder his revenge.

"From a moral and rational standpoint, and from a public and private perspective, you cannot stop him."

Grandpa Lu slowly closed his eyes. Although he felt tired, he made a final decision: "The child has grown up. Let him be."

"The descendants of the Lu family must have guts."

Chapter 20 Dispersing the Disciples