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

"what!!!"

"boom--!"

Covered in blood, Lu Jin's gaze was icy as he killed all three severely wounded Quanxing members.

Jiang Mo did not turn around, but instead ordered: "Bring the bodies of Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan here."

"Uh...uh..."

The old man with the goat beard was almost suffocating, his eyes were bloodshot, and he began to struggle in pain. Those seemingly weak and fair hands almost twisted his throat to pieces.

When Jiang Mo let go, he knelt down on the ground, coughing so hard that his skin and bones trembled.

"Yes...no...as long as they both die..."

The old man with the goat beard almost didn't recover. He had lost a lot of blood and could hardly speak a complete sentence.

"You have no choice."

Jiang Mo picked up the giant axe and pressed it against the old man's head, his eyes deep and unwavering, showing no sign of backing down.

"To die, or all of us to die."

The white barrier dissipated.

The old man with the goat beard struggled to lift his head, clutching his severed arm, and met those cold eyes.

Overwhelmed by fear, he replied in a hoarse voice, "Okay... I understand."

Chapter 30 A Letter Spreads Far and Wide

The moon was pale and the night was filled with blood. Blood flowed everywhere, and the low chirping of insects came from the surrounding jungle.

As the two figures disappeared into the horizon, the old man with the goat beard seemed to wake from a dream. He bit his dry lips, his steps trembling with weakness, filled with regret and lingering fear.

The snake-bone staff was shattered by the blow, and the evil energy accumulated over the years was completely depleted, barely managing to save half of his life.

Recalling that giant axe that could cover mountains and rivers, the old man's clothes were already soaked with thick, cold sweat.

Looking around, each pool of blood represents the fall of one of the Quanxing elites, totaling 17 people.

"The...the weather is about to change..."

The old man with the goat beard had a dim look in his eyes. He leaned against an ancient tree, wearily blew a bronze whistle, and waited for reinforcements.

.....

Late at night, at the Lu family home.

Inside the study, the old man took the letter handed to him by the butler, slowly opened it, and began to read it.

My gaze followed the first line, sweeping over the messy handwriting until I reached the last line, where the signature read 'Changming Yegan'.

The old man's face was ashen, his brows were furrowed, and the veins on his forehead were bulging like a dragon, clearly indicating that he was extremely angry. Even the atmosphere in the room became heavy and oppressive.

Standing beside him, Lu Xuan, having spent many years in the business world, was already highly skilled at reading people and situations.

He began to worry about the contents of the letter, and unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked:

"Uncle, is it about the Trinity Gate? Or is it about the front lines?"

"See for yourself."

Anger surged from his chest, but Old Master Lu was unwilling to say more. He handed the letter to Lu Xuan.

"No wonder Jin'er didn't want to come back!"

Upon learning the contents, Lu Xuan was also shocked for a long time, and exclaimed:

"The root of the profound Dharma and the mysterious sect was thus uprooted by Wugensheng and Li Muxuan."

"And the person who wrote this letter is also extremely slanderous. It seems that Quanxing is determined to fight Sanyi to the death. Now that it is a chaotic world, if these two sides fight, who knows how many people will die."

"Humph!"

Old Master Lu was so angry that his beard stood on end. He said, "If Quanxing can dig up the roots of Sanyi today, it can dig up the roots of other sects tomorrow. With such evil influences, those vicious people hiding in Quanxing will only become more rampant and uncontrollable."

"Moreover, we were definitely not the only ones who received this letter."

"Someone is hiding behind the scenes, trying to muddy the waters... Given all that has happened before, a bloody battle between Quanxing and Sanyi is absolutely unavoidable."

Lu Xuan sensed deep worry in the old man's words; he seemed to foresee a bloody storm and couldn't help but ask:

"Then, Uncle, what should we do?"

"Go down first... This is no small matter; I need to consider it carefully and think of a solution."

Grandpa Lu rubbed his temples, his wrinkled face filled with barely concealed worry.

"it is good--"

Lu Xuan clasped his hands in a salute and asked softly, "Should I send someone to inquire about Jin'er's whereabouts? He might be going down the mountain with his disciples to attack Quanxing."

Slightly annoyed, Old Master Lu let out a long sigh of relief and, without even thinking, immediately agreed:

"Just watch... to prevent any accidents, and if necessary, at any cost, help the Sanyi Sect."

"Understood." Lu Xuan began to make the arrangements.

Looking at the letter on the table, Old Master Lu was filled with thoughts and sighed softly:

“Rootless and wild, you’ve stirred up such a huge mess, I don’t know if you’ll survive.”

......

Longhushan also received the same letter.

"Master, these are the letters we received today, for your reference."

A young boy dressed in a Taoist robe respectfully handed the letter to Zhang Jingqing, who had just returned and plopped down in a grand chair.

"Oh? Let me take a look, sir."

Zhang Jingqing affectionately patted the little Taoist boy's head, then unfolded the letter, revealing its absurd contents.

The provocative tone and the cruel truth made him feel very uncomfortable. The smile on his face froze instantly, and he became serious.

"Aren't you just stirring things up...?"

Zhang Jingqing slowly put down the letter. The young Taoist priest, seeing that he looked tired, said:

"You must be tired after a long day. Let me make you a cup of tea to soothe your throat."

"No need, little one."

Zhang Jingqing pinched the boy's cheek, revealing a kind smile, and gently instructed, "Go and summon your Uncle Zhiwei for me."

"Ah? My martial uncle went down the mountain to the market this morning and hasn't come back yet."

The young Taoist looked bewildered and at a loss.

Zhang Jingqing rubbed her forehead in exasperation, "That wretched child, oh, he's really giving me a headache. When I need to look for him, he's already vanished!"

"Master, please don't speak ill of your uncle."

The young Taoist scratched his head, and fearing the old man would misunderstand, quickly explained:

"He came down the mountain to get you a new pair of shoes and buy some tea. He should be back later."

"Alright, little guy."

Zhang Jingqing sighed: "When he comes back and you see him, tell him to come see me."

"Alright, Master, let me massage your back and knead your bones?"

Unable to resist the child's enthusiasm, Zhang Jingqing had no choice but to let him do as he pleased. She picked up a teacup from the table, drank some water, and closed her eyes, sighing with emotion:

"If your martial uncle were as sensible as you, I would have less to worry about."

.......

In just one day, the letter written by Yuan Jingui spread throughout the country.

The renowned sects, established families, and even evil sects in the martial arts world all knew about the uprooting of the Sanyi Sect.

Some people were so enraged that even though they belonged to other sects, upon learning of this, they still drew their swords and were determined to go down the mountain to punish the traitors.

Some people looked doubtful, unable to accept that the once dominant Immortal of Daying would meet such an end, dying with resentment and unwillingness at the hands of the Quanxing Sect Leader.

Some people, upon receiving the news, trembled violently and burst into laughter, appearing as if they had gone mad.

.......

A silvery light tore through the sky and struck the neighboring city, turning the once bustling ancient road into a silent, deserted place.

Jiang Mo rode the wind with his Qi to find Yuan Jingui's address.

His gaze locked onto a house, and after exchanging a glance with Lu Jin, he hurried over.

"boom!"

The iron gate was smashed open with a single palm strike, flying into the air. The interior was dark and gloomy, appearing sinister and eerie.

Lu Jin smelled a peculiar, pungent odor lingering in the air, and his brows furrowed.

"Uncle-Master, it's the smell of gasoline from that rickshaw. That rickshaw, it probably knew we were going to cause trouble for him, so it fled with its family beforehand."

However, Jiang Mo was staring intently at the building, ignoring Lu Jin's reminder.

“There’s something dirty here, a faint, foul smell… Jin’er, come with me to search.”

"Okay, you take care of the first floor, I'll go to the cellar."

"Wow——!"

Two afterimages swept into the room.

Pushing open the door, a strong, bitter smell of Chinese medicine wafted out. Jiang Mo briefly browsed through a few rooms, finding only some talismans burned to ashes, mixed with a faint purple powder.

"This smell... Could it be that Yuan Jingui is an alchemist or a talisman maker?"

Just as Jiang Mo hesitated, Lu Jin's startled cry came from the cellar downstairs:

"Uncle-Master, come quick! There are corpses here—!"

Chapter 31 Death is Approaching

Following his voice, Jiang Mo climbed the wooden stairs and slipped into the cellar.

As the temperature continued to drop, the stench intensified in the stifling, humid environment; it was clearly blood mixed with the smell of medicinal herbs, fermenting continuously.

A creaking, swaying copper lamp hung from a rotten beam, its faint flame illuminating the entire cellar.

"clatter-!"

Jiang Mo fell from mid-air and landed steadily.

Lu Jin was half-covering his mouth and nose, his brows furrowed.

What appeared before the two of them was a scene of carnage.

On the densely packed tree stumps, one withered corpse after another was tied, the flesh black and rotting, and foul-smelling pus dripping onto the ground from time to time.

Even the least decomposed corpses were at least half a month old, conservatively estimated.

The sharp thorny plants, though withered, pierced through the nine orifices of every mutilated corpse, stained with dark brown blood. In particular, the long, narrow, tentacle-like vines pierced through the internal organs, drawing life from them.

Jiang Mo stepped forward, his body engulfed in white flames. The intense heat instantly scorched and cracked the damp, muddy ground.

"These...the dead were killed by the medicinal refinement."

Jiang Mo noticed that the thorny plants on the corpse were all pierced through the skull.

"That Yuan Jingui is more sinister than I imagined. Is this method used to cultivate seeds or raise Gu worms through human bodies?"

Looking at the corpses, Lu Jin couldn't imagine what kind of torture they had endured before they died.

His eye sockets and tongue cavity were empty, and most of his internal organs had been hollowed out by some unknown creature, leaving him only skin and bones.

"Uncle-Master, should we burn this place down?"

"Burned."

Jiang Mo turned around