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

One after another, shattered and charred wooden carvings fell from his sleeves, and a great deal of damage was transferred to the carvers from a distance.

At the same time, the man in the straw raincoat was in dire straits. His skin was taut, and he dared not move rashly. Relying on a secret technique, he conjured five gray-black phantoms to avoid the sweeping lightning.

"Bang!!!"

Just as he was dealing with the situation with all his might, blood mist splattered around him. A weaker grandmaster was unable to withstand the attack of the lightning magic and was blasted to death, his body and soul completely destroyed, his bones and flesh severely carbonized.

"You beast, you've ruined me!!"

The one who roared was clearly a blood-soaked, obese grandmaster.

He was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and a terrifying killing intent appeared on them. Lightning bolts pierced his limbs, suppressing him on the mountain steps, unable to escape.

The man in the straw raincoat was drastically depleting his Qi; in less than ten breaths, more than half of it was gone. At this rate of attack, he would die here sooner or later.

"Om-!"

A demon dressed in plain white robes took out a jade ruyi scepter, channeled his qi to form a shield to protect himself, but unfortunately stumbled into the area where the lightning was most concentrated, and was surrounded and killed by dozens of blazing silver chains, turning into ashes.

"Roar!!!"

A twisted roar came from behind. The four fleeing grandmasters dared not look back. The fat man let out a beast-like wail, but it was drowned out by the thunderous roar. He died with his eyes wide open.

Every second teetered on the brink of death; a distance of less than 200 meters suddenly became distant and arduous.

The four Quanxing demons used every means at their disposal, paying a heavy price, even half their lives, to break free from the Thunder Prison and escape. Terrified, they rushed into the mountains without looking back.

Little did they know, in a certain valley, a man surrounded by golden light, with deep blue lightning arcs crackling in his palms, was blocking their way.

"Hey everyone, are you leaving already?"

"Let me see you off."

Zhang Zhiwei stood guard alone, his eyes like swords, locking onto four disheveled figures. Each of them was wounded, their faces still showing signs of shock, and they were enraged.

The unassuming Taoist priest before them was spouting wild words, demanding their lives.

"kill him."

Time was of the essence. The man in the straw raincoat had an icy expression. Blood gushed from his crippled left arm, which was now numb. With his only remaining right hand, he drew the wooden sword from his waist and pointed it directly at Zhang Zhiwei.

"Do it!"

The one-eyed old man was on his last legs and could barely walk steadily, so he could only place his hopes on his companion.

"boom!!!"

A battle with no suspense began, accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the earth.

Protected by golden light, Zhang Zhiwei overwhelmed the villains and acted arrogantly.

He leaped forward, raised one hand, and the thunder magic trembled. Terrifying lightning bolts, like long snakes soaring into the sky, devoured down, trapping the one-eyed old man in a prison-like lightning beam and killing him on the spot.

"boom!!!"

A poisoned wooden sword, carrying rampaging sword energy, came crashing down on Zhang Zhiwei. He didn't even turn around, letting the sword slash at the thick golden light without being able to budge it.

"!" The man in the straw raincoat was terrified and could not accept this situation.

In the instant he was distracted, a slap landed on his right cheek before his eyes could even register it and his brain could process it.

"Pfft!"

The force was terrifying, shattering his facial bones, causing him excruciating pain, a throbbing headache, and blurred vision.

"Boom!"

The man in the straw raincoat was sent flying backward like a broken sandbag. Before he even landed, a bolt of lightning struck from afar. His fragile body could not withstand it, and his heart was suddenly pierced through. He died with resentment in his heart.

Chapter 46: No roots, no descendants

Witnessing this scene, the old man carving wood felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

His eyes were sinister, and embers began to fall from his chest, which was covered by a gray shirt. His aura underwent a complete reversal, rising from a low point of barely surviving to a peak close to full strength in the blink of an eye.

The verdant Qi, like waves overflowing a water vat, poured out of his body in large quantities, transforming into dozens of ferocious serpents.

What's even more troublesome is that as his Qi continues to spread, the surrounding grass, trees, and soil wither and turn black.

The other surviving demon, with disheveled hair and a thin physique, approached Zhang Zhiwei cautiously, dragging transparent threads with his ten fingers, sharper than swords.

"boom--!"

Like lightning striking fire, streaks of golden light shot up, coalesced into ropes, and collided with the demon's killing move.

"call out!"

As the afterimage vanished and reappeared, Zhang Zhiwei attacked from the right side of the demon, the lightning in his hand becoming increasingly dazzling, emitting a sharp, piercing tremor.

The demon was so terrified that his hands and feet went numb. He tried to fight back, concentrating all his Qi to protect his chest.

"boom!!!"

At the same moment, the old man in the wooden sculpture not far away seized the opportunity to distract them and launched a full-scale attack. The Qi snakes stained with pale blue venom attacked the two of them madly.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Threatened with his life, the demon went all out, gritting his teeth and unleashing his limit. The power and speed of his silken slashes suddenly doubled.

A dozen or so Qi snakes, upon getting slightly close, were instantly sliced ​​by a tiny slash and then exploded.

Even with Zhang Zhiwei protected by golden light, the attack still caused violent ripples to spread.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

His eyes were calm, his face aloof. He took another step forward, raising his right hand, which was wreathed in lightning, and struck the demon's vitals with lightning speed.

"Oh!"

A perfect strike, hitting the heart squarely. Even with the Qi ball blocking and the silk threads defending, the massive electric current still pierced through the demon's body, sending flesh and blood flying.

In addition, the astonishing force caused a severe dent in his chest, almost creating a hole.

"Pfft... Ah..."

With ribs broken and internal organs shattered, the demon's pupils constricted, blood spurted from the corner of his mouth, and his body, devoid of consciousness, collapsed to his knees uncontrollably.

Zhang Zhiwei turned around and glanced at the only remaining and strongest Quanxing Grandmaster. In terms of strength alone, all his past opponents paled in comparison to him.

The Qi serpents gradually surrounded him, and their numbers continued to increase. Zhang Zhiwei, standing firmly in place, remained completely undaunted. He frowned slightly and quipped:

"Old man, you've got quite the edge, huh?"

"boom--!"

The old man with the wooden carving remained silent, responding to Zhang Zhiwei's provocation with the most ferocious attack.

The two sides fought fiercely, their golden light shimmering, majestic and unassailable. No matter how the Qi serpent coiled and tore at them, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

The sounds of fists and feet colliding, and the roar of thunder, continued endlessly. Two afterimages struck, sending rocks flying and shattering the earth.

In just a dozen or so rounds, the woodcarving master was covered in wounds, his chest heaving violently, his arms twitching, his bones on the verge of breaking, and he was panting heavily, each breath extremely difficult.

"boom!"

With his blood and energy at their peak, Zhang Zhiwei fought with increasing ferocity, pursuing the enemy. He gathered power in his right hand, golden light emanating from it, and unleashed a domineering palm strike.

The old man had nowhere to dodge, so he raised his hands to block angrily, but his hands and the entire skeleton in his chest were shattered by the blow.

The aged body could not withstand the force and crashed into a protruding rock wall, piercing through its already shattered internal organs once more.

The old man's fierce eyes began to dim, and his aura was like a candle flame in the wind, suddenly extinguished.

Thus, the four fleeing Quanxing masters were all killed by Zhang Zhiwei with his bare hands.

The Taoist robe was fluttered by the mountain breeze, flowing gracefully, without a trace of blood. The whole process took less than a quarter of an hour.

Zhang Zhiwei gazed at the dilapidated mountain steps in the distance. The dense lightning bolts gradually dissipated between heaven and earth, while the thunderclouds covering the sky still hung overhead, continuing to gather momentum.

He fell into thought, stood still for a moment, then turned and left.

......

A golden light streaked across the barren mountain, skimming low in the sky before plunging into the forest in an instant.

"Master, are you alright?"

Seeing that Old Man Duan beside him had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Wu Gensheng quickly stepped forward to help him up.

"It's alright, it's just that my old bones are a bit stiff."

Old Duan wiped away the bloodstains and politely declined Wugensheng's offer of help.

He strode forward, walked to the ruined temple, and grabbed the old door frame.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, his complexion gradually returned to normal, and the golden light on the yellow talisman hanging in his left hand faded, while the red characters darkened.

Curled up in the corner, Li Muxuan's eyes were blank, as if he had lost his soul. He paid no attention to the two returning people, completely lost in his inner demons.

"Sect Leader, leave this child to me. You go about your business."

Wugensheng, his clothes tattered, with many tears, cracks, and burn marks, entered the deserted temple wearily and pleaded:

"Then please don't torture him. Try to persuade him if you can. Anyway, now that things have come to this, I don't expect him to share the burden with me anymore."

"If all else fails, I'll trouble you, sir, to knock him out and leave him on that wretched island for the rest of his life."

Upon hearing this, Old Duan couldn't help but laugh and sigh, "I'm two or three cycles older than him, I wouldn't take advantage of someone in distress and bully him."

"Besides, Old Wang and I are old friends. Since he can't control this unruly kid, let me give it a try."

“Okay…” Wugensheng lowered his eyes, his once calm and casual face now clouded with worry.

Then, he sat down on the ground, gently exhaled his breath, and the chaotic thoughts receded like the tide. The surrounding light and shadow gradually faded away, and he became calm.

In the pristine white dream world, Wugensheng looked dejected, wearing patched clothes, staring blankly at the old woman in front of him.

"Sect Leader, I have conveyed your words to everyone."

Granny Liu spoke respectfully, with a sincere demeanor and a kind face.

“Is that so…” Wugensheng’s eyes flickered slightly as he said, “I’ve done what I could. Whether they listen or not is up to them.”

"The trouble you and the wicked boy caused has implicated your disciples, resulting in heavy casualties, and has already displeased some old fogies."

The aged voice recounted the situation inside the gate, and even without being explicitly stated, Wugensheng could guess the opinions of the elders.

"That's enough for now. I'll take responsibility for this mess."

Granny Liu nodded and advised, "Are you really sure?"

"Hmm... I'm going to die anyway, so it doesn't matter." Wu Gensheng's eyes, which were bright and restrained, were as calm as a deep lake.

Granny Liu smiled wryly and stopped trying to stop her: "Since you've thought it through, come to my place sometime."

"Is that brat going?"

"I don't know. He's currently plagued by inner demons, and it's hard to say whether he can get out of it. Master Duan is currently helping him."

Wu Gensheng spoke calmly, without any impatience or resentment. Even in such a wretched state, he never regretted helping Li Muxuan venture into the mountains.

"Alright...then I've made up my mind." Granny Liu didn't say anything more.

Both remained silent.

After a long silence, Wugensheng seemed to remember something, and a glimmer of life finally returned to his disheveled appearance. He hesitated softly:

"How has the child been lately?"

"very good."

Granny Liu, like an elder who dotes on her younger generation, murmured, "I'm having a great time. I've made new friends and I'm quite interested in everything about my hometown."

"They'll also keep asking why you haven't written to them lately, and they'll often inquire about your situation outside."

"Okay." Wugensheng's eyes softened, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"You'll get used to it..."

"Then I beg you to take another look at the child. As for my matter... please keep it a secret."

Chapter 47 Taking a Half Step Forward

Inside the temple, Wugensheng closed his eyes beneath the damaged Buddha statue, relaxing his body to its most natural state, practicing breath control and calming his mind.