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

Having received permission, the man in the straw raincoat replied calmly, "No need for you to remind me, I can tell the difference."

"That's good."

The old man waved his thin, withered left hand, looking somewhat irritated: "Go, one head, one piece of gold, deliver it to me before sunset the day after tomorrow."

"Yes."

The man in the straw raincoat bowed slightly, placed his right hand on his heart, and said goodbye in an almost respectful and admiring tone: "Then you rest first, I'm off."

"and many more!"

The old man frowned and brought up the old matter again: "How's the investigation into Wugensheng's background going?"

"Not going very well..."

The man in the straw raincoat sorted out his thoughts and pondered, "It is said that he was adopted by a third-rate old Taoist priest when he was a child. When I found that old site, the earthen house had collapsed and all the miscellaneous items had been burned."

"Later, I asked an old friend for help, and they calculated the vague possibility that he had children, but there was no trace of them, so it was difficult to know where to start."

The old man seemed interested and then asked, "What about the Jianghu Inn? Have you inquired about it?"

"I inquired, but there were no leads."

“I will keep an eye on Wugensheng. If I find his children, I will send them to you as soon as possible.”

"Hmm..." The old man felt drowsy, and the noise of the gamblers around him made him somewhat numb.

"Go down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the man in the straw raincoat gradually disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never been there at all.

......

At night, the lights in the wood carving shop flicker.

An elderly man, nearing the end of his life, sat on a low, round stool. His thin, strong fingers expertly gripped the carving knife, wielding it to remove piece after piece of rotten wood.

As more and more fragments of the diseased wood fell from the palm of his hand, it gradually formed a lifelike wooden sculpture, which was none other than Huang Laosan, the tofu seller at the street corner.

A light drizzle fell outside the door, and a ghostly figure, moving silently, came straight in.

"Senior Zhuo, the sect leader would like to trouble you to come with me on some business."

The hoarse voice did not hinder the old man's smooth, almost mechanical carving movements; he remained expressionless, absorbed in his work.

The man in the straw raincoat slowly removed his wet straw hat. His hair was disheveled, his face was wild, but his eyes were as calm as still water. A blunt, old wooden sword hung at his waist.

"despair...."

Wood chips fell to the ground, piled up like cotton wool, burying the old man's legs.

The night rain continued outside, with occasional thunderclaps. Until the new artwork was completed, the man in the straw raincoat didn't say another word.

About an hour later, the old man let out a sigh of relief, feeling both relieved and exhausted, as if his soul had been drained. He casually put the wooden carving into his bosom.

Seeing this, the man in the straw raincoat smiled knowingly: "You're doing such a despicable thing, stealing the fortune of a rich man, the lifespan of a baby, and averting disaster. If the neighbors knew, they would be so upset."

"Watch your mouth."

The withered body slowly stood up. The candlelight illuminated the old man's weathered and wrinkled face. His eyes were cloudy, his hair was gray, and he looked like he was about to die.

"please--!"

The streets were especially cool after the rain.

The man in the straw raincoat bowed in greeting, the old man remained silent, turned off the light, and walked out of the shop.

Throughout the long night, the two traversed streets and alleys, entering luxurious wealthy areas and filthy slums one after another, visiting one old soul of the Quanxing sect after another.

Under the azure sky, before dawn, seven figures of varying builds and heights walked together out of the city gate.

......

Trinity Gate.

The pharmacy was brightly lit at night. Shuiyun hurriedly delivered two bowls of freshly brewed Chinese medicine across the threshold.

"Senior brother, martial uncle..."

"Put it down, thank you for your hard work, Shuiyun."

Chengzhen revealed a gentle smile, much like the warm sunshine.

He sat on the bed against the wall, holding an ancient scripture and reading it. After several days of recovery, his spirit and complexion had returned to normal.

"it is good."

Shuiyun nodded softly, looking at his senior brother and uncle. Their injuries were healing faster and faster and there was no serious problem. The worries in his heart had long since dissipated.

As he drank the bitter Chinese medicine, he asked the old man, "Shuiyun, have any demons attacked the mountain in the past two days?"

"Reporting to my master, no."

"Senior Brother Changqing has been guarding outside the gate the whole time, not daring to let his guard down."

"The seniors on the back mountain, as well as the injured junior brothers, are all safe and sound thanks to Little Zhuge. Please rest assured."

At this point, a hint of concern appeared between Shuiyun's brows, and she hesitated, saying:

"It's just that Xiao Lu and Uncle Jiang Mo went down the mountain to fight demons, and there has been no news of them since. The Quanxing sect is full of demons with many tricks up their sleeves, so I'm a little worried."

"Worry?"

He seemed to shake his head with a faint smile. Hearing that his junior brother had been mentioned, he felt much happier and drank the Chinese medicine in one gulp.

"Let junior brother go. Let him have his fun with Xiao Lu. Nothing will happen."

"You, Changqing, and Zhuge Yu, do not move around casually during this period. If you leave the mountain gate, it will be difficult to come back."

Seeing her uncle's earnest expression, Shuiyun was puzzled and asked for the reason.

Haven't you noticed it lately?

Si Chong explained, "The thunderclouds gathering above the mountain gate are getting bigger and bigger; that's a method your uncle set up before he went down the mountain."

“If any demons venture into the mountains, thunderstorms will cover the nearby mountain trails and intercept and kill them.”

"Is that so?" Shuiyun's pupils dilated suddenly, and he was unable to calm down for a long time.

Such an incredible method, which appropriates the power of heaven and earth, is something that even in ancient times, very few sorcerers could accomplish.

Meeting his surprised gaze, Chengzhen picked up the medicine bowl, took a small sip, and said calmly, "Yes, don't worry."

"The grudges with Quanxing can be left to Junior Uncle to handle."

.......

Down the mountain.

Dark clouds covered the entire sky. A tall, muscular figure traversed the rugged woodland, gazing at the collapsed, cracked stone steps in the distance, and couldn't help but frown.

"It's gotten this big! They've almost destroyed the road."

Several miles away from the mountain steps, Zhang Zhiwei, who had traveled a long way, could clearly sense that the Sanyi Gate was shrouded in a somber atmosphere.

The next moment, he seemed to sense something, and looked up. His clear, reserved eyes reflected the dark, oppressive sky, with occasional thunderous explosions echoing through the clouds.

"This lightning...is abnormal."

"Were they forcibly detained? Or was it staged...?"

Just as Zhang Zhiwei was about to conduct further analysis and verification, he noticed a strange movement coming from the forest to his right.

Seven figures, no bigger than ants, exuding an eerie aura, made no attempt to conceal themselves as they climbed the mountain steps, leaping and bounding forward at breakneck speed, heading towards the Sanyi Gate.

"Ho-!"

"I've caught you red-handed."

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly rolled up his sleeves, a smug smile on his face, a cold glint in his eyes, and an eager look on his face. Golden light, like flames raging around him, ignited around him as he entered a state of combat readiness.

"You heretics of the Quanxing Sect, watch me skin you alive!"

Chapter 45 Devastated

The mountain road was winding and twisting, with countless broken stone steps covered in dust. Seven figures swept past, stirring up a howling wind.

"Fellow seniors, let us climb this mountain together, sever this lineage, and let blood flow like a river!"

The man in the straw raincoat spoke passionately. He leaped up, his body like a ghost, and in an instant he was dozens of meters away, leading six Quanxing masters in an attack.

"Take it easy!!"

"The energy around here has been altered; there's probably something fishy going on." An elderly man with one eye was extremely vigilant, and he had a bad feeling about it.

"Absurd! Old Zuo is dead."

"It's not like back then, what are you afraid of? Let's go and charge in."

A pale white figure, exuding a chilling aura, passed the one-eyed old man and pressed forward urgently.

"Boom!!!"

The clouds churned, and blazing silver lightning accumulated across the sky, as if the gods were enraged, stretching endlessly.

50m...100m...200m...

Seven extraordinary masters, each standing tall in their respective fields, arrived with overwhelming momentum, traversing the path of their past glory, their ferocity reaching the heavens, slaughtering their way through.

"Boom!!!"

In an instant, the sky and clouds were torn apart, and a terrifying sea of ​​lightning appeared. Hundreds of thick, blazing lightning bolts occupied the entire dark sky, resembling dragons that swallowed clouds and mist, looking down on the human world from the dome.

"Oops, there is an ambush!"

The murderous aura surged like a tsunami, and a thunderstorm was imminent. The faces of the seven Quanxing Grandmasters changed drastically.

Just then, a tall, slender figure stood atop the towering red gate in the distance.

The man was none other than Chang Qing. Looking down at the many thieves on the stone steps, he decisively activated his profound skill and entered the second level of the Reverse Life state.

Immediately afterward, a white-haired figure appeared as well. It was Shuiyun, whose gaze was icy. He stood guard at the mountain gate alongside Changqing.

The distance of over a thousand meters became an insurmountable forbidden zone, with more and more lightning streaking across the sky, and the entire mountain range was shrouded in boundless thunderstorms.

"Wei Ye, you tricked me?!"

The old man carving the wooden puppets flew into a rage and shouted a reprimand. He fell into danger, locked on by a sky full of lightning, and his whole body went numb.

"Just break through, won't that solve the problem?"

The man in the straw raincoat showed no fear and said, "The guys from the Sanyi Sect are not good at talismans or spells. Their lightning magic covering the surrounding area is not as scary as you think."

Caught in a dilemma, the group had no choice but to speed up their climb, suppressing their growing fear.

300 meters!

When a master with a large, obese physique and bloated features, relying on his physically trained body that is impervious to fire and water, and invulnerable to swords and spears, completely enters the forbidden zone.

The sea of ​​lightning, suspended in the clouds, was like a powder keg ready to explode, and then it fell in a dense mass of killing intent.

"Boom!"

A hundred-meter-long bolt of lightning erupted simultaneously, traversing the void at a speed so fast it seemed to freeze time, connecting heaven and earth, and bombarding everything in its path.

"what!!!"

The grandmaster, as fat as a bear, let out a miserable roar. He was located at the deepest part of the mountain steps when he was instantly blasted through by several bolts of lightning.

From his head down to his internal organs and feet, a domineering bolt of lightning struck him, leaving him covered in blood and charred black.

"Get out of the way!!!"

The man in the straw raincoat was terrified. His body became semi-transparent as he tried to turn around and go down the mountain, only to witness the most horrifying scene of his life.

Countless bolts of lightning, like chains, completely sealed off the mountain path, and the intense electric current emanating from them made his heart tremble.

"Boom——!"

The one-eyed old man's face was ashen, and his left side was charred black from the blast, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The seven masters were trapped on the lower half of the mountain steps, like grasshoppers on a hot plate, and began to struggle desperately.

The most decisive one was none other than the old man who carved the wooden puppet.

His withered body, like a raging storm, was still blasted to pieces despite being tempered a thousand times.