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

"Practice more."

As Jiang Mo responded, he bent down and his attention was drawn to a jade tube that had slipped off Yi Wan Ning's body.

Picking it up for a closer look, a line of neat handwriting came into view: "Come quickly, Dawang Mountain, Gao Huzi Mountain Village."

"Crack!"

Jiang Mo gripped the jade tube tightly, strands of powder flowing from between his fingers.

"Uncle-Master, what is that?" Lu Jin asked in surprise.

"A means of communication, the content of which is the wholeness, began to converge towards Dawang Mountain."

Jiang Mo raised his hand, condensed Qi, and carried Lu Jin away.

"How's your injury?"

"Reporting to my master, I am unharmed."

"Okay, let's go to Cangwu Town then."

The silver light vanished into the sky, disappearing without a trace into the dark heavens.

.......

Cangwu Town, East Ward.

"Uncle-Master, that demoness was truly formidable, but I noticed you seemed unaffected by her?"

"Is it after the third stage that one is completely transformed into Qi, making it impossible for toxins to invade the body?"

Lu Jin dragged his injured body and walked slowly. He clearly remembered that his uncle had also been affected by the charm spell and inhaled the fragrance of flowers, but he seemed to be unaffected.

"Stirring up desires is merely a means to distort one's character."

Jiang Mo followed the wooden signs along the street, searching for Quanxing Chiyan's residence.

His arrival made the already eerily quiet street even more sinister and strange, with figures moving about.

"I encountered several such cases during my travels in the northern desert, which I can take as whetstones to temper my character."

"There are those who amplify desires infinitely, those who manipulate pain, and those who control emotions."

"Actually, once you get used to it, you will naturally develop immunity to these kinds of tricks over time."

Lu Jin only understood part of what was being said and was curious.

The two wandered through the dimly lit streets and soon found Mu Ruiteng's residence. A strong smell of blood wafted from the dark house.

"Uncle-Master...someone has died." Lu Jin's heart skipped a beat, and his expression became alert.

"Well, let's go in and have a look."

Jiang Mo pushed open the door with his bare hands, and a cluster of white energy condensed in his palm, emitting light that illuminated the hall.

A emaciated, headless corpse lay in a silent pool of blood, with a blunt force wound piercing its chest and some mud on its body.

"Uncle-Master...the demon may have gotten wind of this and left ahead of time. Should we continue the pursuit?"

Jiang Mo did not respond, but simply bent down and began the autopsy.

He discovered that the lingering, dissipating energy from the wound perfectly matched the house beneath his feet and the mud covering him, and thus he said:

"Chase?"

"No need, the one who died was a demon."

Chapter 43 The White-Eyed Wolf

"How could this be?" Lu Jin was slightly puzzled. The news came too suddenly and caught him off guard.

Jiang Mo's gaze lingered on the corpse's forcibly broken neck, and he further analyzed: "Died in an ambush, hands and feet are purplish all over, showing signs of poisoning and decay."

"His heart was shattered by a blunt instrument, followed by beheading. The whole process was quite ruthless, and it must have been done by a master assassin."

"The mud on his body was in a state of congealing and disintegration. This was the first thing Mu Ruiteng wanted to do to fight back, but it was too late."

Lu Jin faintly smelled the stench of a corpse, and an indescribable sense of powerlessness lingered in his heart.

The world is vast and full of powerful figures. To roam the martial world, a slight misstep can lead to certain death.

Moreover, this journey down the mountain to vanquish demons and wage war against the Quanxing Sect is a hundred times more dangerous. He has never craved power so much. If only he had trained harder in his daily life...

"Mount Dawang is home to many, if not more, Quanxing masters."

"Let's find a place to stay tonight to recover, and tomorrow we'll head straight into the demon's lair together."

Jiang Mo got up, left the house, casually pinched up a cloud of Qi, and took Lu Jin into the air.

The cool night breeze soothed his body and mind, and Lu Jin's fatigue gradually subsided. He raised his head and smiled softly.

"Alright, Uncle-Master, once we've rested, we'll definitely uproot that demonic den that's entrenched in the mountains!"

"Ah."

Jiang Mo didn't say much, and sped along, crossing the vast plains, finally landing in a deep mountain stream.

The area is open and deserted, bathed in the bright moonlight, and the clear spring water splashes against the pebbles with a crisp sound.

Lu Jin leaped into the water, plunging into the stream. The heat and dryness vanished, and the blood and grime of the day were washed away, leaving him feeling extremely refreshed.

"Uncle-Master! Are you hungry?"

"I'll go hunt some game for you later!"

Lu Jin, her hair still wet, waved and shouted from the water.

"Thank you for your trouble, Jin'er."

Jiang Mo readily accepted. He leaped onto a giant rock bathed in moonlight on the shore and began to meditate.

"Uu——!"

A breath of Qi flowed from his lips, his skin was like frost, his Daoist bones resonated with the rhythm of all things, his white hair draped over his shoulders, and he gradually entered an excellent state.

Faced with the unknown demon cave and considering the abundance of experts, he planned to forge a suitable weapon in advance.

The blazing silver Qi flowed out like a dam bursting open, vast and mighty.

They resembled shimmering white dragons, constantly converging towards the sky, coalescing into a massive, thick mace, nearly a meter long, with sharp, thick, cone-shaped bone spikes densely distributed along its shaft.

Jiang Mo's thoughts became increasingly focused on the ultimate, and the Qi was frantically compressed. The explosive power of the spiked club continued to surge, becoming heavier and more indestructible.

About half an hour later, the mace reached the limit of its forging and was completely completed. The white qi, resembling raging flames, ethereal and attached itself to the mace.

Jiang Mo gripped the weapon with exceptional ease, a pleasant smile playing on his lips.

If he were to break into the demon's lair, with the blessing of the Reverse Life Triple Enhancement, his physical strength, combined with this newly forged weapon, would reach an unprecedented level of destructive power.

“Uncle Master!!!”

"Please come down quickly, your disciple has grilled some fish for you!"

Just then, a call interrupted his thoughts.

Lu Jin waved from a distance, the campfire beside him burning brightly, the air filled with the aroma of roasting.

"coming."

.......

The capital city is bustling and brightly lit, still lively late into the night.

Located in the south of the city, a dimly lit gambling den was filled with constant noise. Crowds of customers indulged in unrestrained pleasure, and the air was thick with corruption and decadence.

The elderly man in the black Tang suit in front of the counter was bald and hunched over, drinking leisurely and contentedly, with an old pipe dangling from his lips, his withered fingers tapping the banknotes, and a broad smile on his face.

"Mr. Han... what you requested has been delivered."

A man wearing a straw raincoat, with a hoarse voice, respectfully handed the old man a brown burlap sack.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let me take a look."

An elderly man, presumably the person in charge of the gambling den, slowly opened a sack, inside which lay a grotesque head, the blood still fresh.

"Good...well done."

"Go down and go collect your reward from Manager Wang later."

The man in the straw raincoat nodded and spoke again: "During this mission, I also obtained some information that I feel is necessary to tell you."

"Speak," the old man said dismissively, continuing to calculate in his ledger.

"Your only son... Han Ming was murdered by the Sanyi Sect. Unfortunately, no body was left."

Simple words reveal a cruel truth.

The old man's fingers, which were counting banknotes, slowly stopped. As his face darkened, the surrounding air became cold and oppressive.

Why kill him?

"Your successor, Wugensheng, led the wicked child Li Muxuan into the mountains, resulting in the death of Mr. Kanglong. Changmingye Ganjiang then spread the word, and the two sides became sworn enemies, clashing several times with heavy casualties."

"You live deep within the gambling den, unaware of these trivial matters."

"Old Ghost Zhao, Sick Ghost, the Gu Yu sisters, Xiao Yan, and Liu the Clay Figure were all killed by Kuang Ya, Wei Xuanzi, and other top experts from the Three Ones Sect."

"Furthermore, the disciple of the Third School defeated Senior Yu and your only son's encirclement head-on, and demanded Wugensheng's corpse."

"Currently, the two elders and Wugensheng have all issued summons, calling on a large number of Quanxing masters to gather at Dawang Mountain to discuss countermeasures."

The man in the straw raincoat recounted all the information he had gathered along the way.

"So... you were summoned too?"

The old man spoke with displeasure, closed the ledger, and casually placed it in a corner.

His expression was angry, and his aged eyes revealed a predatory glint.

"Yes."

The man in the straw raincoat immediately clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, indicating his stance: "However, I will follow your arrangements."

"Would you like to go out of the mountains for a walk? I'd like to go with you."

At this point, he clasped his hands in a salute, bowed his head, and knelt down on one knee.

"I'm not in good health and don't want to travel through mountains and rivers..."

The old man leaned back in his rosewood chair and closed his eyes slightly: "As for the Great King Mountain, it would be troublesome to take action if we encountered someone we didn't get along with."

"We'll settle this score with Wugensheng later."

The old man put down his pipe, exhaled a sigh of frustration, and his dry lips parted slightly as he uttered a stern command:

"Take some good men with you, and in my name, let them go with you to Sany. Bring back as many heads as you have."

Is it possible?

The old man scrutinized the man before him, his words carrying a probing tone.

"Elder Han...you know that Master Zuo did me a favor back then, saving me from the bandits when my family was wiped out."

"Later, they even chose a suitable sect for me and asked someone to cultivate me."

"Now that he has passed away, I'm afraid it would be a bit... ungrateful of me to keep bothering Trinity like this."

The man in the straw raincoat spoke calmly and without any emotion.

The old man's wrinkled, haggard face curled into a smug, arrogant laugh. He understood the unspoken meaning in the words and couldn't help but ask, "So what do you mean?"

"It costs more—"

The man in the straw raincoat chuckled softly, without the slightest hesitation.

Chapter 44 Under One Person

"money?"

"I'll give you as much as you want, just don't be perfunctory in your work."

"Zuo Ruotong is Zuo Ruotong, and Sanyi is Sanyi. The latter has no favors to do for you."

The old man held his pipe, took a small puff, and the smoke slowly escaped from his mouth and nose. His words were full of admonition and warning.