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

After speaking, Jiang Mo released a crystal-clear, pure white ball of Qi from his fingertip, which traveled along the wall, straight to the second floor, and disappeared into the man's feet.

Then, he turned and left, the heavy solid wood door being violently torn apart by a punch.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Mo's body became transparent, turning into wisps of Qi, and then dissipated without a trace.

About half an hour later, dozens of Quanxing members arrived. Rotten flesh and blood were scattered all over the spider web-like collapsed and cracked floor, which made everyone turn pale instantly.

"Zhang Lao Er, get out here! What happened here?"

Among the crowd, only a one-eyed man with a buzz cut and a fierce appearance angrily questioned them.

The shopkeeper, who was nearly exhausted from fright and pale-faced, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the commotion and saw that it was his disciples who had arrived.

He staggered down the stairs, still shaken, and said, "It's...it's a master from the Trinity Sect..."

"Not long ago, we killed all six of these gentlemen."

"What?!" Everyone was incredulous.

As the most prestigious and righteous sect in the world, the disciples of Sanyi, or the masters within the sect, had some experience in fighting. However, the scene of carnage before them completely intimidated them.

Those Quanxing disciples who died at the hands of the Sanyi disciples in the past all had their bodies preserved intact.

Now, amidst the crimson pool of blood, even fist-sized fragments are hard to find.

This extreme approach is completely different from the style of the known masters in the Sanyi Sect, such as the Great Ying Immortal, Mr. Kuangya, and Wei Xuanzi.

Who is it? !

An invisible sense of oppression spread to every corner of the inn, making everyone uneasy.

At this moment, only the woman in the military green uniform, who appeared harsh and shrewish, frowned and asked:

"The Trinity Sect guys, they've already come to attack?"

How many men did he bring?

"Just one person..."

The shopkeeper, Zhang Lao Er, seemed to have his soul ripped out as he recalled the terrifying scene from before.

"He was a very young man, looking to be in his early twenties. He had a handsome but cold appearance and was wearing a long black robe."

Like a grotesque child with an enormous, swollen head from consuming too much toxic milk powder, he looked at the woman in military green uniform and asked in confusion, "Black...?"

"Sister, it seems like there's no such person in the Trinity team."

"Oh, right, his eyes..."

Suddenly, the shopkeeper seemed to remember something, and just as he was about to speak, an indescribable, excruciating pain came from his abdomen.

His pupils constricted sharply, filled with terror. He tried to cry for help, but it was too late; his internal organs, bones, and flesh were rapidly swelling.

"boom!!!"

Like a time bomb, the shopkeeper Zhang Lao Er exploded instantly, blood gushing out and scattering everywhere.

"Damn!!"

"what happened!"

"Outrageous! This brat is insolent!"

The crowd, drenched in dog blood, cursed and were filled with shock and anger.

.......

At the Sanyi Gate, amidst lush greenery and a forest path strewn with rocks, two figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

One of them was tall and slender with long black hair; the other was short and wore a straw hat.

"Uncle-Master...where should we go to find Wugensheng?"

"Hmm... Let me think about it. I have some ideas. I'll know as soon as I go there."

In the early morning, to avoid being seen by their disciples, Si Chong and Cheng Zhen deliberately chose a secluded mountain path and hurriedly descended the mountain.

Even though they had discussed their strategies in detail before setting off, they still felt uneasy when they actually embarked on this road full of unknowns and dangers.

This may be a path of no return, but if they don't take it, they can only watch helplessly as the sect, with its morale crumbling, declines and eventually... vanishes into thin air.

There is no way out for Sanyimen.

Even if the hope is slim, neither Si Chong nor Cheng Zhen, as pillars of the sect, can give up.

......

At midday, the sun blazed overhead.

Looking at the towering stone steps and the solemn, ancient gate in the distance, Jiang Mo was moved.

Many years ago, his senior brother watched him descend the mountain, and he still remembers it vividly.

"Be careful while you're away. If you miss home, come back anytime."

"You should take better care of your clothes; next time they get damaged, you'll have to repair them yourself."

"Here, take this money."

The words of farewell from years ago still echo faintly in my ears.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo's grief deepened even further.

Unbeknownst to him, he walked with heavy steps to the door and gently knocked.

After a long while, the door opened.

Standing inside the door was a strikingly handsome young man with bright eyes, white teeth, and a refined appearance.

Lu Jin looked haggard. Upon seeing the newcomer—a man with black hair and bare feet, possessing a cold demeanor—a flicker of wariness crossed his eyes. His voice was somewhat hoarse, but he still politely asked:

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hearing that my senior brother has passed away, so... I've come back."

This is the answer given by Jiang Mo.

"You're the wandering senior from Sanyi?!" Lu Jin was stunned for a long time, unable to believe it.

Chapter 3: I'll have three levels, won't I?

"Hmm, you look unfamiliar. You must have joined the Trinity after I came down the mountain, right?"

Upon their first meeting, the young man did not lower his guard because of Jiang Mo's seniority; instead, he began to probe.

"Yes, I am Lu Jin. May I ask your name, senior?"

“Jiang Mo, you should have heard Senior Brother Ruotong or Senior Brother Sichong mention me.”

Suddenly, Lu Jin remembered that there was indeed such a person.

According to his master, the other party was a prodigy who had descended the mountain to travel and seek a breakthrough opportunity many years ago.

However, after experiencing the trauma of Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan's disguise and intrusion into the mountains, Lu Jin could not convince herself to trust the stranger in front of her.

Especially his appearance, with skin as white as snow and no signs of aging, he even looked younger than me. Is he really a senior in the sect?

He dared not be negligent, nor could he believe it. A ridiculous thought arose in his mind: what if this person was also a spy sent by Quanxing?

Sensing Lu Jin's suspicion, Jiang Mo didn't offer any further explanation. He activated his profound skill, and his right hand was covered with a faint blue light.

"This is..."

"The third level of rebirth!"

Seeing this, Lu Jin's brows relaxed slightly. To verify the truth, he reached out and gently shook hands with him.

In an instant, a feeling that was all too familiar came from the palm of my hand.

"Uncle-Master Jiang Mo...it really is you."

"I apologize for my rudeness earlier."

Lu Jin wanted to explain further, but Jiang Mo interrupted her: "It's alright, Senior Brother should be buried by now, right?"

"Please take me to see him."

"Alright, Uncle-Master, please follow me."

Jiang Mo stepped over the threshold and saw many familiar sights, buildings, and plants, but he could not see his fellow disciples and elders who had cultivated together with him back then.

Time flies, and the arduous practice in the courtyard still feels as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

"Tell me about the changes that have happened within the gate."

"I met a few Quanxing members at the foot of the mountain and that's when I learned of my senior brother's passing."

"According to those madmen, it was their Quanxing Sect leader, Wugensheng, who broke his senior brother's profound skill, causing his old illness to relapse and leading to his death?"

On the way to the back mountain, when Jiang Mo asked, Lu Jin shook his head slightly and said with a hint of sorrow:

"Although I was there and witnessed the entire fight, I still couldn't be sure what the truth was."

"That Wugensheng is powerful, but he is no match for Master."

He then recounted the recent events in detail.

The more Lu Jin talked, the more remorseful and ashamed she felt.

“Those two were brought into the sect by me. If I had noticed the anomaly earlier and gathered everyone’s strength to capture them, perhaps my master would not have been put in danger.”

"Furthermore, my master's dying words seemed to have something to say, but unfortunately I am too dull to understand his good intentions."

From Lu Jin's description, Jiang Mo learned the general course of events and guessed that his senior brother, after breaking through to the third level, could not accept the cruel truth and voluntarily dispersed his power and passed away.

If only I could have returned sooner to impart the true Dharma to the Nameless One.

Not to mention helping him ascend to heaven, at least repairing his innate Qi, and then through perfect Qi transformation, forging a new body, curing old ailments, and prolonging life would not be a problem.

During his years of wandering, he went to the frigid snow-capped mountains, attempting to use the biting cold of nature to repeatedly shatter the Qi transformation state of the second peak of reverse rebirth.

By sheer chance, they found a cave and discovered the remains of a strange person who appeared to have cultivated the third level of the Reverse Rebirth technique.

On the stone wall above its skull, an ancient and obscure scripture is engraved.

Later, Jiang Mo devoted himself to deciphering it and mastering its mysteries.

This is clearly a secret method that can plunder innate Qi, natural Qi, and acquired Qi, transform them into one another, and replenish one's own body.

Only when he broke through the shackles with the help of frost and the nameless secret technique, and used his acquired Qi to rebuild his physical body, did Jiang Mo suddenly realize the truth.

The cultivation techniques passed down by the sect may not have been created by the founder, and the core true methods may still be lost, which is why there are only a handful of people who have been able to break through the third level of reverse life in the past thousand years.

The so-called threefold ascension to heaven is nothing but a flower in a mirror, a moon in the water—an illusion.

Even more fatally, there was a lack of assistance from the secret techniques of Qi plundering;

Even if one reaches the third level, there is still an irreparable flaw: the innate Qi within the body will be consumed like a lit candle, and without additional means of replenishment, one can only die from exhaustion.

That's how my senior brother is.

Ugh.

Having entered the third level, and with the blessing of secret techniques, the long journey of cultivation has only just begun.

Sadly, after many years, when we met again, we were separated by death, and I had no chance to pass on the Dharma.

Just as Jiang Mo was lost in thought, a call pulled him back to reality.

"Uncle-Master, we've arrived."

Lu Jin led Jiang Mo to a tomb standing at the foot of mountains and among the trees.

The stone tombstone is engraved with the words "Sanyi Gate Master, Zuo Ruotong" in recessed characters, and the red lacquer on it has not yet completely dried.

Aside from Jiang Mo and Lu Jin, there were more than a dozen other disciples, dressed in mourning clothes, kneeling silently before the cold graves, grieving deeply.

"Prepare three sticks of incense for me."

"it is good."

Lu Jin respectfully offered the incense, which Jiang Mo took, stepped forward, and placed in front of the tomb.

While bowing and kowtowing, he silently said in his heart, "Senior brother, I'm sorry I'm late."

"If there is an afterlife, I hope that we can once again study the Threefold True Dharma together and comprehend the Great Dao that leads to heaven."