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

"Well, tell me."

Grandpa Lu finished the last stroke, stopped, and looked up at Lu Xuan.

"The owner of the inn, Mr. Liu, sent me a letter through someone. It said that Jin'er followed a Taoist priest named Jiang Mo down the mountain and successively took over the territory of Quanxing, killing dozens of elites. She is still searching for Wugensheng's whereabouts and is currently safe."

"Jiang Mo...?"

The familiar yet unfamiliar name startled Old Master Lu slightly; after so long, he couldn't recall it accurately for a moment.

“Yes! According to Boss Liu, that Taoist priest Jiang is the junior brother of Master Zuo.” Lu Xuan’s brows furrowed, his expression a mixture of joy and worry.

He also learned from his informant that a few days earlier, the Trinity had dismissed a small number of its members.

This time, only Lu Jin followed this martial uncle down the mountain, and he was surrounded by the Quanxing Sect. He was probably alone and unable to hold on.

"Junior brother..."

After Lu Xuan's reminder, Old Master Lu gradually recalled a fragmented conversation. He couldn't remember the general content, but he still remembered hearing about this person's existence from the Left Gate Master.

Jiang Mo had descended the mountain more than twenty years ago. His seniority and cultivation were frighteningly high, and his status in the Sanyi Sect was close to that of his senior brother.

"Hmm... If it's him, the Quanxing sect probably can't do anything about him either."

"Jin'er is at least safe with him by her side."

Seeing his uncle's speculation, Lu Xuan couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that the Taoist priest surnamed Jiang is also someone of great importance?"

"It happened a long time ago. Master Zuo and I mentioned it during a casual chat."

Grandpa Lu sighed softly, his eyes, filled with the marks of time, reflecting on the past:

"After this junior brother surnamed Jiang achieved mastery of the profound arts, he went on to travel the world."

"Now that we have reached this point, his cultivation level must have improved even further, otherwise he wouldn't have taken Jin'er down the mountain to fight the demons."

"Should we send more people on our side?"

As a father, Lu Xuan could not bear to watch Lu Jin suffer without helping him. In the past few days, his mental state had deteriorated to the extreme. He often suffered from insomnia or woke up in fright at night, and his face looked haggard.

"Add them, send the guards Qiao and his brothers over there to look for Jin'er and his uncle."

Old Master Lu felt a vague unease. Based on his life experience and keen sense of smell, he knew that a conflict that was about to engulf both the righteous and the evil was imminent and could suddenly spiral out of control at any moment.

"Alright." Lu Xuan clasped his hands in a fist salute and was about to leave.

"Da da da!!!"

Light footsteps sounded outside the door, and the steward came to report: "Master, Grandfather Lu, a Taoist priest from the Celestial Master's Mansion requests an audience."

"Welcome our distinguished guests in."

With Old Master Lu's permission, the butler left briefly and then brought a man in a dark blue Taoist robe into the room.

The newcomer had regular features and bright, piercing eyes. He bowed respectfully to Old Master Lu and offered his greetings.

"Tian Jinzhong of the Celestial Master's Mansion has come on the orders of his master to pay respects to Elder Lu and the Lu family head."

The letter written by Wugensheng was presented to Old Master Lu by Tian Jinzhong with both hands.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Tian. Please have a seat. Uncle Chen, go and prepare a pot of the best tea."

While helping Tian Jinzhong up, Lu Xuan instructed the steward to entertain the guests.

Old Master Lu unfolded the letter and began to examine it, his face as calm as a vast ocean.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and asked Tian Jinzhong the purpose of his visit:

"Nephew Tian, ​​what are the Celestial Master's thoughts on this letter?"

"Reporting to Lord Lu, Master said he wants the friends of the Sanyi Sect to make the decision."

Tian Jinzhong said firmly, "As long as they are willing, the Celestial Master's Mansion will take charge of the overall situation, and the Quanxing evil forces will not be able to cause any trouble."

"Since the mountain is sealed off for three years, I have come here to trouble Lord Lu to send more people to inform Young Master Lu of this news."

"With the help of the Celestial Master's Mansion, that demon must be at his wit's end."

Without hesitation, Old Master Lu handed the letter to Lu Xuan and said, "Go, send out more informants at home, and ask Xiao Zhan to help out as well, to find Jin'er and his martial uncle as soon as possible."

"clear."

Lu Xuan took the letter and glanced at it. Although the contents were short, they shook him to his core.

........

Deep in the mountains, the sun shines brightly overhead, its rays intense.

Amidst rushing mountain streams and towering strange rocks, in a shady stone cave, Lu Jin sat cross-legged beside the rock wall. After a night of rest, his Qi and injuries had almost fully recovered.

However, at this moment, he remained silent, his clear eyes gazing expectantly at the figure to his side.

The blazing silver energy, like the sound of a clear spring, surrounds the body.

Jiang Mo sat still, his mind highly focused. His slender fingertips manipulated streaks of brilliant silver light, which sometimes transformed into rolling crimson flames and sometimes exploded with golden light, creating a variety of strange phenomena.

The Three-One True Method was unleashed, condensing various natural energies into a stream of light that flowed through Jiang Mo's palm, gradually compressing and materializing.

The energy encompassing the true qi of the five elements was forged into a deadly move, incorporated into a semi-transparent talisman, and formed in succession.

As an observer, Lu Jin felt as if he were in the midst of a surge of Qi. He could sense a powerful, unknown Qi being drawn in from the surrounding area by his martial uncle and accumulating inside the cave.

Lu Jin waited patiently from noon until dusk, never leaving.

A fierce wind howled, and the mysterious energy accumulating inside the cave, vast and trembling, receded like a tide.

"Uncle-Master..." Lu Jin hurriedly stepped forward when he saw Jiang Mo get up.

"Take it."

Jiang Mo handed seven thin, transparent talismans to Lu Jin.

"Uncle-Master, what is this?!"

Lu Jin was terrified and dared not accept this kindness, so she quickly declined, saying, "If you give it all to me, what will you do? There are so many demons in the Demon Cave..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Mo smiled faintly, reached out and pinched his cheek, saying:

"Making talismans is a bit complicated, and I'm not good at it, so it took me some time. If I were to use the same method, I could do it in a flash."

"These seven talismans, besides being derived from the five elements, also include the extension of the yin and yang energies. They are all offensive methods. Keep them for self-defense."

"Many demons lurk in the Demon Cave. Once I start killing, I won't be able to protect you. Be careful."

Her fair, jade-like fingers were surprisingly cold. Lu Jin was moved, his heart warmed, and he made a promise:

"Please rest assured, Uncle-Master, I will be cautious in slaying demons and will not cause you any trouble."

“You silly child, you are just like your senior brother when he was young. Even the way you speak is the same as his awkward tone.”

The familiar figure seemed even more real to Jiang Mo, who was in a good mood. He walked barefoot past Lu Jin and out of the cave.

As the boundless night descended, and the wind and clouds surged, he stood between heaven and earth, his figure exceptionally majestic. The mountains, rivers, and bright moon paled in comparison, and his white hair flowing over his shoulders made him seem like a celestial being banished from the world.

Lu Jin followed.

A cool, clear voice echoed through the mountains and fields.

"Let's go, you fool. Let's head into the demon's lair and wreak havoc on it."

Finished.

Jiang Mo rode the wind with his Qi, his silver light soaring into the sky, carrying Lu Jin across the heavens, heading straight for Mount Dawang, without pausing for a moment.

Chapter 51 Elders of Quanxing

Dawang Mountain, Gaohuzi Village.

The rugged rock walls meander in an orderly fashion like terraced fields, and there are clusters of buildings at the bottom of the valley. The wooden houses are stacked one after another, forming a fortified village.

The bonfire blazed brightly, its light illuminating the entire village from the central area surrounded by piled-up rocks.

Many invited Quanxing demons gathered here to drink and have a good time. The bandits who had previously belonged to Gao Huzi were temporarily assigned to guard the outer perimeter.

"Hey, Old Xu, what do you think of our sect leader? He clearly had Granny Liu summon us here, but he didn't show up himself. What's the meaning of that?"

A man dressed in a yellow shirt with a white headscarf was joking with his companion while holding a wine jar.

"Oh dear! The sect leader has caused a terrible mess this time. With several senior members of the sect here, how dare he come? He'd be skinned alive."

The speaker had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was dressed in a rather formal suit and tie, looking like a bodyguard who had spent years in the city.

The man in the yellow shirt and white turban, his head spinning from the alcohol, yawned and tentatively asked in a low voice, "I heard that Han Ming also died? Has the old sect leader come out of seclusion this time?"

"Sh-!"

"Keep your voice down."

Old Xu quickly covered his companion's mouth, his eyes filled with fear as he looked towards the stockade to the east, like a guilty thief, and whispered a warning:

"Don't call that old ghost Han 'master.' He's just a figurehead; he's long since retired from the martial world and didn't even attend this gathering."

"The two people he doesn't get along with are both in the village, so be careful."

"belch...."

"Okay, okay..."

The man in the white towel gave a perfunctory answer.

Around them, the other demons, having trekked through mountains and rivers all day, were either lying on the cold ground, snoring in their sleep, or chatting in small groups in corners.

Inside the brightly lit fortress, the hall was spacious, with twelve chairs arranged in two rows on the left and right, where the top masters and elders of the Quanxing Sect sat.

There were only two grand master chairs covered with tiger skin, and their users were undoubtedly the two most powerful and influential elders of the Quanxing Sect present.

One person is on the left, a bald monk, whose robe is tattered and covered in filth.

He was over eighty years old, with almost all his teeth missing, and his cloudy eyes were devoid of any luster, like a lifeless pool.

On the other hand, the person on the right wore a long gray coat and had a slender build.

His face was aged yet dignified, and his eyes held a restrained sharpness. His demeanor surpassed even that of a mountain lord, and wherever his gaze fell, no one could help but feel restrained.

The elderly man sitting closest to the two was none other than Yu Qiantuo, whose arm had been shattered by Jiang Mo's axe not long ago.

In addition, there were bald old men in suits and glasses; and there were also frail old women with gray hair, leaning on canes, and wearing a large black and red cotton scarf draped over their shoulders.

The man with the tall beard and rugged features, with a gap-toothed mouth, who sat at the very end of the table, spoke respectfully: "Old Cui, everyone is here. Would you like to preside over the ceremony?"

"it is good."

The gray-robed elder spoke indifferently, without any polite words. With his strength and seniority, he was enough to overshadow everyone present.

"So far, the trouble caused by Wugensheng has already affected our sect."

"Whether he takes on debts or leads his disciples to war against Sanyi, I will remove him from his position as sect leader. Does anyone have any objections?"

These words shocked everyone present.

The old man in the fifth bamboo chair on the left looked surprised, then displeased, and retorted:

"I disagree. Since the sect leader is going to fight Sanyi to the death, why don't we take advantage of the situation, uproot Sanyi, and extinguish the arrogance of the righteous path?"

Upon hearing this, the tall bearded man chuckled and said, "That's right, I can actually help here. I have a large number of brothers and hundreds of foreign guns. What's there to be afraid of?"

However, the gray-robed old man, like a towering mountain, looked down at the opponent, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

"Just going through the motions, discussing it with you, and you're really against it?"

The old man, who seemed to have a good relationship with Wugensheng, could no longer contain himself and spoke out to obstruct him:

"You...don't go too far, Cui Yanqing. To abolish the sect leader, you need the consent of at least a few other elders."

"Tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock..."

The old man in the gray shirt let out a soft sigh of relief and did not respond.

A suffocating and chilling atmosphere instantly swept across the entire area; a viscous, black, swamp-like substance drooped from his withered right hand, spreading across the corners, its eerie power binding everyone tightly.

"You're insane! Cui Yanqing."

The old man who objected looked horrified, sensing a terrifying killing intent. Without a moment's hesitation, he unleashed a surge of energy, desperately resisting the spread of the black substance.

"Go away!"

He roared, his face turning ashen, and realized that all the grandmasters and elders sitting around him were silent, while he alone had lost his composure.