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

Lu Xuan remained rooted to the spot, his pale lips slightly parted, as if he had lost his soul.

After a moment's consideration, relying on his remaining rationality, he suppressed the reluctance in his mind and bowed respectfully to Old Master Lu:

"Uncle, I'll be leaving now. Please get some rest."

"Go on, don't worry about him anymore. After you pass away, how much will you have to worry about?"

Grandpa Lu waved his hand, his voice gentle yet full of pride:

"Jin'er knows which path to take and how to take it, so you don't need to hold on too tightly."

"Yes, I understand what you mean."

Lu Xuan respectfully withdrew, closed the study door, and went straight to the hall, calling a servant to bring paper and pen.

Unlike his previous anxiety, the wealthy head of the Lu family now appeared hesitant.

Faced with the unfolded letter, he repeatedly raised his ink-stained wolf-hair brush, intending to write down his admonitions, but he remained frozen in mid-air.

The incense and candles on the table melted away inch by inch until they were almost burned out.

Lu Xuancai closed his eyes slightly, raised his wrist and wrote two bold characters with ink that penetrated the paper.

"Send this letter to Trinity Gate."

Lu Xuan looked exhausted. He summoned a servant to take away the letter, and reminded him:

“Tell Jin’er that this will always be his home, and he can do whatever he wants.”

"Yes, sir, I'll go right away."

The servant wrapped the letter tightly, tucked it into his pocket, and hurriedly left under the cover of night.

........

"what!!!"

"Dad!!! Please stop pushing me!!"

Helpless, devastated cries of agony came from the courtyard.

In the morning, Jiang Mo, who had been disturbed, seemed to be deep in thought, got up and pushed open the door to go out.

At the mountain gate, an elderly man with gray hair and a hunched back knelt before Changqing, pleading earnestly:

"Immortal Master, I beg you, please persuade Shanyang!!"

“His mother is bedridden and the child is still young, so you should let him come back with us.”

Muddy tears streamed down his rough face.

A bald old man, over seventy years old and wearing a gray robe, knelt on the ground, about to kowtow, but was stopped by Changqing.

"No! Elderly people, we can't accept this!"

Accompanying the bald old man was a woman dressed in colorful clothes, holding a wailing baby in her arms.

"Wow wow wow!!!"

The loud cry of a baby echoed in the spacious courtyard.

Shuiyun and Changqing, who hadn't slept all night, looked at the woman, the old man, and the baby, feeling uneasy.

As for the disciple called 'Shanyang', his head was bandaged, he was less than seven feet tall, and his honest and simple face was already covered in tears.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

He knelt on the ground, his back to his wife and children, not daring to look back, but pleading with his elderly father, "Father, I can't leave..."

"Master... taught me his skills... but was murdered by a villain..."

"Even more rampant...they attacked the mountain, seeking the remains..."

"Please, please have some understanding of me!!!"

Shan Yang's knees seemed rooted to the spot, unwilling to leave.

Hearing the baby cry, the woman's eyes looked even more pitiful, even with a hint of fear.

Shuiyun felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his chest. He frowned slightly and advised in a deep voice:

"Shanyang...go home with your uncle."

"Senior brother, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shuiyun's attitude was firm and left no room for negotiation:

Pack your things and leave immediately!

Changqing helped Shanyang up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go back. Uncle-Master Jiang Mo and everyone else are here. They can handle it."

"Don't worry your family."

Shuiyun and Changqing used both soft and hard tactics, leaving Shanyang helpless.

Just then, as he was wailing, he saw a figure walking towards him. As if he had found a lifeline, he rushed forward, hugged Jiang Mo's leg, and cried his heart out.

"Uncle-Master...please, let me stay!"

"I failed to... personally avenge my enemy... My heart is filled with resentment!!"

He spoke haltingly, his words filled with loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness, like an invisible mountain pressing down on this man, making it hard for him to breathe.

Jiang Mo gently stroked Shan Yang's head and softly advised, "Don't cry."

"You're a father now, look at your little baby, how adorable he is."

Shan Yang's eyes were red and swollen from crying. He felt wronged and helpless, torn between his sect and his family, unable to choose.

"I will handle everything on the mountain."

“Revenge will be avenged.”

These few words are filled with undeniable power.

As Shan Yang's crying subsided, he raised his head slightly and saw Jiang Mo, dressed in white with black hair, standing tall and imposing under the blazing sun, his figure exceptionally majestic.

"Uncle-Master..."

His voice trembled, as if he had guessed something and was afraid of being removed from Trinity.

"go back."

Jiang Mo looked at the kneeling junior. He easily detected the other party's cultivation level, which was only barely above the second level.

"Take good care of your family."

"After I have pacified Quanxing and made Sanyi famous throughout the world, you can come back."

"how?"

There was no pressure based on seniority or status, only sincere advice.

Jiang Mo's almost conciliatory attitude gave Shan Yang a way out, preventing him from being bound by his sense of morality.

The old man standing to the side, a man of many worldly experience, could surely understand the underlying meaning.

Fearing that Shan Yang might change his mind, he preemptively exclaimed with tears of gratitude, "Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you, Immortal Master!!"

"It's alright, sir, please get up quickly."

"Shuiyun, take Shanyang to pack his luggage."

"Alright, Uncle-Master."

Shuiyun dragged away Shanyang, who was as guilty as a machine.

Jiang Mo approached the woman; perhaps it was because of his handsome and gentle appearance.

As soon as he approached, the baby stopped crying and instead bit his finger, staring at him blankly with his bright little eyes.

"What's this kid's name?"

Jiang Mo reached out and gently pinched the baby's cheek, making the baby babble and laugh innocently.

"Reporting to the Immortal Master, the child's name is Enyang."

The woman's face was haggard, with tear stains still wet. She was exhausted from the long journey.

"Enyang...a good name."

Jiang Mo affectionately patted the child's head, and a ray of spiritual light secretly flowed into him.

That was a blessing spell he casually carved using a secret technique, which could protect the baby's healthy growth and prevent them from being afflicted by any diseases.

Soon after, Shan Yang walked out carrying his tattered luggage.

Before the steps leading down the mountain, he knelt and bowed three times and nine times before the dilapidated mountain gate, tears streaming down his face.

"Senior Uncle...Senior Brother..."

"Let's go back."

Jiang Mo resolutely turned around and returned to the Dao Court.

Subsequently, he, Changqing, and Shuiyun began to expel disciples who had families.

The struggle against Quanxing was destined to be bloody and cruel, a point on which the group shared a common understanding.

Therefore, regardless of whether relatives came to pick them up, Jiang Mo kindly persuaded them to leave that day.

It's approaching noon.

Lu Jin held a scroll of family letters, treating it as an authoritative token, and handed it to Jiang Mo for inspection.

"Uncle-Master...please let me stay."

Jiang Mo opened it, and the words "Follow Your Heart" came into view. He then tacitly allowed him to stay.

The once grand Trinity Gate gradually became deserted, a chilly wind rose, and the atmosphere was desolate.

As dusk fell, the setting sun shone like blood.

Zhuge Yu, who had gone down the mountain on business, rushed back.

"Uncle-Master, the widows of those senior brothers have all been properly taken care of..."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Little Zhuge."

Sitting on the steps of the mountain gate, Jiang Mo held a letter between his fingers and handed it to Zhuge Yu: "It contains your family's thoughts."

open.

Read.

Zhuge Yu's expression was calm and resolute. He gripped the family letter tightly, subtly channeling his Qi to shatter it into countless fragments.

"That's not my idea."

Five figures sat in front of the broken, pitted mountain gate.

Shuiyun, Changqing, Lu Jin, Zhuge Yu...

The fiery clouds illuminated the entire sky, and the mountains and forests rustled.

Looking at the vast expanse of sky and earth, Lu Jin felt a deep sense of loss: "It's just us left..."

Chapter 21 Helping in times of need

evening.

The dim lights were lit again at the Sanyi Gate.

Changqing, who was on guard duty, stared at the stone steps that stretched downwards, his expression changing slightly. At the end of his vision, several figures were slowly climbing up.

The leader, dressed in an indigo Taoist robe, with his white hair tied back, thick beard, dignified face, and piercing eyes, exuded a fierce and righteous aura, resembling a lion.

"A Celestial Master?!"

Changqing was somewhat surprised, but quickly regained his composure.

Remembering his uncle's instructions from the evening, he did not turn around to inform the other disciples.

moment.