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

The child's helpless cries and terrified eyes threw Yuan Jingui into a state of confusion. He breathed heavily, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred as he stared intently at Jiang Mo.

"I'll only ask you once: whether this child's soul is scattered or he leaves here safely, it's up to you to choose."

The woman standing nearby was already sobbing uncontrollably. Without thinking, she replied:

"Ask away, ask away! We'll tell you everything we know. Please, have mercy, Daoist Master!!"

"You wicked old man, save Tao'er!!"

The cries of his wife and children filled Yuan Jingui with sorrow.

He lowered his head, hesitated for a long time, and then exhaled a breath of stale air with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

"Ask away..."

Now he is at the mercy of others, like a fish on a chopping board. Yuan Jingui has no choice but to compromise in order to continue his bloodline.

Where are Wugensheng and Li Muxuan now?

"I'm starting to see some clues... but I'm not sure if that's true..."

Yuan Jingui raised his head, turbid tears streaming down his pale face, and pleaded:

“This mother and daughter have never had any connection with these江湖 (jianghu) affairs. No matter how you torture me, I will accept it. I just beg you to spare my wife and children.”

"Is your intelligence enough for me to let them go?"

Jiang Mo gathered his Qi, and a sharp thorn was already pressed against Xiao Yuantao's throat, even cutting through her skin and drawing blood. If it had been just a few inches closer, she would have died on the spot.

"Enough...enough..."

Yuan Jingui looked lost and bewildered; his once cunning and treacherous eyes were now filled with only confusion and fear.

"If you really want to kill me here, I'll be willing to die in peace."

"But why make things difficult for this child?"

Jiang Mo had no patience; his words were cold and cruel: "I just want an answer."

"father!!!"

Yuan Tao was so scared that his voice trembled. He closed his eyes nervously and burst into tears.

"Li Muxuan and the sect leader may have fled towards Mount Dawang. There are many Quanxing masters there..."

"This one thing alone, is it enough to redeem my child's life?"

Yuan Jingui's mouth was full of blood, and he smiled bitterly.

“That’s enough,” Jiang Mo replied.

"Alright... Since you are so merciful, Daoist Master, then you might as well listen to my trivial words and spare my wife as well."

With his death imminent, Yuan Jingui lost all interest in scheming and could only retreat.

"speak--"

The sharp spikes in Jiang Mo's hand transformed into qi and gradually dissipated.

Seeing this, Yuan Jingui's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled. He first gave a desolate laugh, laughing until he was exhausted, before slowly saying:

"The sect leader... might be a good person."

"The letter wasn't written by him... but by Granny Liu, a vicious old woman from Quanxing, who seems to have a grudge against your Sanyi Sect."

"I even heard from fellow practitioners that the Quanxing sect launched a night attack on the Sanyi Mountain gate, which I suspect was also orchestrated by her."

"And I... am nothing but a discarded pawn, Daoist Master, let the grudges end here."

Having said that, he offered no further explanation and awaited his fate.

"What happened to the body in the cellar?" Jiang Mo continued to question.

"I killed him..." Yuan Jingui said weakly, not daring to reveal the truth.

"You killed him?" Lu Jin's eyes narrowed, and he sneered, "Ridiculous! That kind of evil magic was probably used by Granny Liu."

Yuan Jingui did not respond to his speculation, but stared at Jiang Mo with bloodshot eyes and said, "Kill me, and that's it, Daoist!"

"Isn't what you want to know enough!"

In the end, Yuan Jingui was almost crying, adopting a humble posture.

"enough."

Jiang Mo slowly raised his hand, and a long white cone condensed in the void, locking onto Yuan Jingui's head.

"Do not!"

"You can't kill my father!!!"

Xiao Yuantao shouted hoarsely as he tried to stop him, his eyes filled with tears as he threatened, "If you kill him, when I grow up, I will still be a member of the Quanxing Sect and I will never let you go!!"

"Oh?"

A warm smile appeared on Jiang Mo's lips as he calmly asked, "What makes you think you have a future?"

"You!!!" Yuan Jingui seemed to realize something and tried to stop him.

"Pfft——!"

The long cone struck down suddenly, piercing his skull, and blood splattered everywhere.

"father!!!"

"You wicked old man!!!"

His wife and children wept together, and Yuan Jingui died on the spot.

Chapter 33 Another Trouble

"Dad... wake up!!"

Xiao Yuantao roared in anguish at the headless corpse. The sharp, thick, white cone had shattered the entire head, deforming it and embedding it deep in the soil.

The woman, who still retained some rationality, didn't even have time to grieve. Sensing the impending crisis, she dragged Xiao Yuantao away without a second thought.

"Go! Don't let your father die in vain."

"Bang!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, another streak of light swept in.

With her heart pierced, the woman couldn't bear the intense pain and collapsed to her knees, staring in astonishment and horror at the blazing silver spike, stained with thick blood, piercing through her chest cavity.

"Bang....!"

The corpse lay sprawled on the ground. Yuan Tao, suppressing her fear, glared at the executioner and cried out, "You treacherous demon who has betrayed your faith!!"

"Ah."

Jiang Mo walked forward expressionlessly, his right hand beginning to exude earthy yellow Qi, preparing to unleash his true power to help his soul return to nature.

"You promised my father!"

"No...don't come any closer..."

Xiao Yuan Tao's hands and feet were cold, and her heart felt like it was being suffocated by a venomous snake. She was so scared that she kept backing away.

"You just said you wanted to become the entire sect?"

"Since you know about Quanxing, how many lies were mixed in with your father's words to deceive me?"

Jiang Mo suddenly smiled: "When I was deconstructing your body, the blood I came into contact with was not pure."

"In other words, I think you understand better that the deaths in the cellar are mostly related to the drug-infested worms that were living inside you, right?"

"You...you're talking nonsense!!"

Xiao Yuantao's face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled violently, as if her deepest secret had been exposed.

"I once wandered the northern deserts and fortuitously encountered a similar secret technique: using people to nurture Gu poison, and then using the Gu poison to heal the people..."

"With your crippled body and deformed veins, you should have died young. You should be content to have lived this long."

Jiang Mo raised his hand, and a thick, earthy-yellow Qi surged forth, like a swamp trapping Xiao Yuantao.

"Wow——!"

The Qi surged and rolled, and in an instant, there was no one left.

When the vital energy dissipated, Yuan Jingui's only son was completely turned into yellow earth, merged into the earth's surface, and his soul returned to nature.

.......

Late at night, the old man with the goat beard, covered in wounds, was taken back to the gathering point by his disciples.

It was a dimly lit tavern, where a dozen or so members of the Quanxing sect were crammed together, dressed in rags, with unkempt hair and dirty faces, looking like rats from the sewers.

The stifling air was filled with a mixture of smells of alcohol and sweat.

"Old man Yu...who hurt you so badly?!"

A short, stout middle-aged man rushed forward to help, but was pushed away by the old man in a fit of rage.

"Humph!"

"Trouble is brewing. The San Yi Sect is determined to fight the Quanxing Sect to the death."

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the old man with the goat beard, while suppressing his anger, recounted what had happened that night.

"Either go and capture Wugensheng."

"Either you find a way to stop that madman."

"I'm not playing along!"

"And that beast Yuan Jingui deserves to die a thousand times over. He's always stirring up trouble and doesn't care if things get out of hand."

Having said that, the old man with the goat beard slowly sat down, his frail body dragging him, his gaze terrifyingly sinister.

If it weren't for his foul mouth, I wouldn't have lost an arm and squandered all my savings.

The tavern, which had been filled with jubilation and joy just moments before, fell silent and became oppressive, with a somber atmosphere quietly spreading.

"Are we really... really going to send the sect leader's body there?"

Some people's eyes flickered, as if they were deep in thought about a solution.

"That's so spineless..."

"What the hell are we afraid of? Let's get the men together and pull off a big heist!"

The speaker was short-tempered, with disheveled hair and a thin build. His arms were clad in dark bronze wrist guards, and his every move seemed to possess immense strength.

"Our sect's influence extends across the land, our membership far surpasses that of the Third Order, and we possess profound resources. If we were to invite those reclusive elders..."

At this point, the heckler suddenly raised his voice, speaking with great enthusiasm and excitement:

"Even if all the righteous forces were to unite and wage war, there is still a fear of it!!!"

Like a raging fire thrown into straw, those who heard it were deeply moved. A sense of unbridled pride and recklessness, contrary to ethics, morality, and justice, welled up from the depths of their hearts, and they all raised their arms and shouted:

"Damn that old bastard, kill that Sany bastard!"

"Wu, riding the wind and rising with momentum, will annihilate the millennia-old Xuanmen sect, uprooting it completely, making a name for yourself throughout the world, and leaving your mark on history! How exhilarating!! How exhilarating!!"

"Which son of a bitch dares to object?!"

"Call in reinforcements and kill it!"

"Let's show those righteous people what we're made of! We can't stand their aloof and superior attitude. Let's do it!"

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, the old man with the goat beard had a gloomy expression but remained silent.

These fools are not worth his admonition. Since they don't value their lives, let them get hit by the axe. Being smashed into mincemeat and torn to pieces is none of his business.

After that brutal battle, the old man with the goat beard had no desire to confront the young man wielding the giant axe again.

Eighteen elite members of the Quanxing faction were killed without any chance to fight back.

Especially those cold, indifferent eyes, like the heavens, regarding all things as mere straw dogs.

Even now, the fear lingers in his heart when he thinks about it. In the instant that they met eyes, the old man with the goat beard, who had been refining weapons and cultivating Taoism for more than 60 years, even had a kind of absurd illusion, as if he had become a fish to be slaughtered at will.

........