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

After the two men took their leave, Si Chong, whose body was wrapped in bandages, was already crying uncontrollably.

Chengzhen, leaning against the bed railing, had several tear tracks down her pale face. Filled with longing, she softly uttered these words:

"Uncle-Master..."

"Don't cry."

Jiang Mo reached out and pinched his cheek, just like when they were kids, teasing, "If you cry again, you'll look like a cat with a tuft of fur."

"I'm so happy... to see you back... it's all worth it." Chengzhen choked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

He broke down in tears, his wrinkled face streaked with sobs: "Junior brother... Senior brother is gone..."

"fine."

Jiang Mo gently hugged the old man and comforted him, "Little Lu Jin told me everything."

"The roots of Sany have not been severed, and now I am also a triplet."

Both Si Chong and Cheng Zhen's voices trembled: "Really?"

"If it weren't true, how could we have rescued you from the den of dragons and tigers that Quanxing Sect?"

Jiang Mo chuckled, activated his profound skill, and half of his body was completely transformed into Qi, presenting a blazing white innate Qi, which then gathered back together.

"Okay...okay...okay..."

Si Chong let out a deep sigh of frustration and said with some distress, "You must have suffered terribly during those years you were away?"

"Achieving these three levels isn't so easy; you must have faced countless near-death experiences..."

Jiang Mo did not hide anything and recounted his years of travel, seclusion, and discovery of the lost true method. Listening to him, Si Chong and Cheng Zhen felt increasingly bitter.

On the one hand, the path that the sect has followed for thousands of years is not wrong, but it lacks the correct methods, which has led to so many tragedies.

On the other hand, upon hearing that Jiang Mo had stayed in the icy plains for several years in order to enter the third level, enduring the biting cold wind that tore him apart and regenerated him time and time again, he was almost living a life worse than death.

"You've suffered...you've suffered...you've become so thin..."

Si Chong tremblingly extended his right hand and tightly grasped Jiang Mo's hands, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Just a little bit of weathering."

"Once you two have fully recovered from your injuries and are able to get out of bed and walk around, I will teach you the true method to complement Ni Sheng. At that time, it will not be difficult for you to step into the third level."

The night was long, and the group talked in detail until dawn.

Almost everything that had happened during this period, as well as the grudges between Li Muxuan, the evil cultivators of Southern Xinjiang, and the Sanyi Sect, further solidified Jiang Mo's idea of ​​going down the mountain.

The other disciples had no way of knowing what was discussed that night.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Jiang Mo left the pharmacy after Chengzhen and Si Chong had fallen asleep.

"Good morning, Uncle-Master!"

Shuiyun, Lu Jin, Zhuge Yu, and Changqing were all waiting there.

Jiang Mo didn't say much, tossed them four incense sticks, and then left.

"Draw lots. Three people will stay, and one person will come down the mountain with me."

Ignoring the discussions and decisions of the younger generation, Jiang Mo returned to his room, took off his white robe, rummaged through the wardrobe again, and changed into a black long robe.

Soon, he arrived at the mountain gate, exhaled a breath of qi, and instantly entered the Reverse Life Triple Realm.

His white hair swayed in the wind. He raised his hand as a brush, his fingertips drawing out streaks of brilliant deep blue light as he inscribed talismans.

It resonates with the entire universe, and the endless natural energy is gathered by it, frantically condensing into the high heavens, constantly forming thunderclouds, with rolling thunder echoing through the nine heavens.

From dawn to dusk and as night falls, a dense mass of Qi clouds gathers on the dome of the Sanyi Gate.

This was a scheme that Jiang Mo painstakingly devised before he left.

In the pitch-black sky, thunderclouds stretched endlessly, vast and mighty, enveloping the entire Sanyi Mountain. The terrifying energy made it a truly desolate place on earth.

By the time all this was done, it was late at night.

Faint footsteps sounded behind him, and a familiar voice rang out: "Uncle-Master, it's me who wants to go down the mountain with you."

"Little Lu Jin?"

"also."

Lu Jin approached Jiang Mo's side and noticed that Jiang Mo looked tired. She asked in surprise, "Uncle-Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Pinch the Qi clouds and arrange heavenly thunder on the dome."

"To prevent Quanxing from taking advantage of my absence to launch an attack on the mountain."

Jiang Mo gazed at his masterpiece with satisfaction and said with delight, "Now that I've dealt with these worries, it's time to go down the mountain and vanquish the demons."

"Do you want to say hello to everyone?"

"Need not."

Under the bright moon and in the deep of night, Jiang Mo stepped forward and descended the broken stone steps.

"Let's go, let's go and meet the Quanxing Sect."

"Uncle-Master, wait for me!" Lu Jin hurriedly followed.

Chapter 26 Fanning the flames

The inn was bustling with diners at midday.

In this gathering place, which was almost entirely populated by members of the Quanxing sect, the sounds of drinking games, shouting, and merrymaking rose and fell in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

"Oh no! Something terrible has happened!!"

Suddenly, an anxious voice rang out.

A thin figure came running in a panic, even tripping over the threshold and falling to the ground, which drew the attention of everyone who burst into laughter.

The burly man, who was drinking, glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "Hey! Yuan Jingui, you good-for-nothing, what the hell happened now?"

"Sany...Sany is coming after us!"

Yuan Jingui looked like she was about to cry, her expression terrified:

"Just this morning... I saw Uncle Chen, who sells alcohol on the street... being beaten to death by those Sany bastards."

"And Xu Banniang from Dongfang suffered even worse; she was blinded and her head was cut off and fed to the dogs."

"They were a dozen or so people, and they said they would kill anyone they saw from the Quanxing Sect, determined to force out their sect leader."

At the central table of the inn, a gaunt old man with a goatee chuckled strangely.

"Have you found out anything?"

"Didn't the sect leader take those brats to explore the mountains a while ago? What kind of trouble did they get into? They drove these self-proclaimed righteous sects to this state of madness."

Yuan Jingui, panting heavily, his gray-blue clothes soaked with sweat, said, still shaken:

"Sect Leader...Sect Leader...you've broken Sanyi's profound technique!"

"That old man Zuo spent his whole life seeking the Tao, but his faith collapsed. In a moment of panic, he couldn't recover and died tragically in the Northwest."

"What?!" Everyone was shocked.

The old man played with the pearl in his palm, his face flushed with excitement as he listened, and he burst into laughter: "What a Wugensheng! What a wicked child!"

"This ability is outrageous! He actually angered this righteous sect master to death! Truly worthy of being the sect leader!"

Yuan Jingui lay on the ground, his posture as humble as a loyal dog waiting for its master's bone.

Seeing that all the disciples within his field of vision were beaming with arrogance and laughing heartily, he then added:

"And there's more! And there's more! Kuang Ya and Wei Xuanzi from Sanyi, along with their followers, are blocking Mr. Liu's way..."

"Alas, Mr. Liu died a terrible death. His entire chest was blown apart, and his bones were shattered everywhere."

"Even the skilled men like Old Mr. Zhao, the Sick Ghost, and Gu Yu who went to help suffered tragic fates!"

The burly man snorted coldly, picked up the wine jar, downed it in one gulp, then smashed it to the ground, shattering it into pieces. He raised his arm and shouted, "Then let's beat the hell up!"

"Who's afraid of who? Chop all these Sany bastards up."

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, you can't do this!!"

Yuan Jingui bit his lip and warned, "They outnumber us and have the upper hand. If any of us gets separated and caught, we'll be doomed!"

Before the burly man could respond, the old man with the goatee sneered, "Hmph! What's there to fear from the Three Ones Sect?"

"In terms of sect power, can the Three Kingdoms Sect compare to the Quanxing Sect?"

In his sunken, dark eye sockets, his dull, aged eyes began to slowly reveal a terrifying blood-red glint.

"Everyone, quickly inform the other disciples to prepare for a major operation!"

"Cut all those brats who came down the mountain into human sticks and send them back to the Sanyi Sect, hahahaha!!!"

As the old man arrogantly started his commotion, all the disciples present responded enthusiastically.

Yuan Jingui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The bell in his pocket was still making a faint sound, helping to influence the minds of the disciples around him.

In just a moment, the entire Quanxing group here exuded a murderous aura, and the burly men glared angrily, shouting:

"Let's go, split into two groups."

"Go find the sect leader."

"And to deal with those Sany bastards, write this scandal down in a letter, let those reputable sects broaden their horizons, and utterly disgrace Sany! Wouldn't that be delightful! Hahaha!!!"

Seeing that his trick of adding fuel to the fire had succeeded and was about to unleash a bloodbath, Yuan Jingui was smug and felt so happy that his soul seemed to fly out of his head.

"Alright, guys, you guys get ready first, I'll go notify the others!"

The burly man snatched the wine glass from the table and smashed it at Yuan Jingui's feet, laughing and cursing:

"I knew you were a son of a bitch, a coward who wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me. Get lost!"

......

On that day, letters sent by members of the Quanxing sect were distributed to various factions.

Even more extreme, some people find letters inconvenient enough and go directly to bustling urban areas to borrow telephones and inform everyone.

Yuan Jingui went to several Quanxing strongholds and stirred up trouble by spreading rumors.

Under the influence of the mysterious bell, almost none of the disciples harbored any doubts; instead, their bloodlust was further aroused.

The situation spiraled out of control, and a day passed in a flash.

night.

Yuan Jingui hummed a little tune as he returned to the cave where Granny Liu was, and said respectfully:

"Old Liu... I've taken care of everything you asked me to do!"

"Hmm, well done, Xiaoyuan."

Granny Liu chuckled, raised her right hand, and a crimson medicine bottle fell from her wide sleeve. Through the glass, several fat, slimy worms could be vaguely seen crawling inside.

"The road to southern Xinjiang is long and arduous. If your child falls ill along the way, feed him this medicine. He'll make it to our destination eventually."

Granny Liu patiently instructed, "Don't be negligent. Remember to feed the child some food regularly, and if medicine is needed, give it to the child raw."

Yuan Jingui quickly picked up the medicine bottle, thanking him profusely: "Thank you so much! I will never forget your great kindness."

"Hmm... Go down."

Granny Liu waved her hand, and a chilling wind swept through the cave, driving Yuan Jingui away before he could say anything.

The stone wall in the corner began to tremble, and a man wearing a ghost mask slowly walked out. The deep wound on his abdomen had been completely healed.

Behind him were jars of strange potions, on which floated various poisons and broken bones.

"All done?" Granny Liu asked casually.

"almost."

The masked man asked, puzzled, "Are you really planning to help those people from the Central Plains?"

"Hehe, what are you saying?"

Granny Liu smiled kindly: "After all, that child suffers while he's alive, so let his parents accompany him on his final journey."