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

In that instant, Zhang Huaiyi realized that his senior brother was about to get serious, and it was highly likely that the outcome would be decided in one move.

"Be careful, senior brother!"

With a soft shout, Zhang Huaiyi's aura rose steadily, the golden light never diminishing, but completely condensed to its extreme, like a special armor protecting his entire body.

The Qi within his body was being consumed at an alarming rate, seventy percent... fifty percent... thirty percent... Thunderbolts crackled densely in his palms, like a net, blasting the ground to pieces and leaving it charred black.

"Sizzle sizzle!!!"

The next instant, the enormous golden halo was covered by a vast net of lightning.

Zhang Huaiyi's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he was close to collapsing. In particular, his senior brother's slightly approving and appreciative gaze made him dare not be negligent.

Instead, they unleashed all their strength at once, holding nothing back, determined to decide the outcome in one move. Even if they could only gain a slight advantage, losing wouldn't be shameful.

Senior brother, it's my turn to chop you up this time.

"Boom!!!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Huaiyi was both excited and nervous. He grabbed the net with both hands and leaped forward like lightning.

Countless bolts of lightning scattered, sealing off all directions, leaving Zhang Zhiwei with no possibility of retreat.

"Well done, Huaiyi."

Zhang Zhiwei was genuinely happy for his junior brother's significant improvement in cultivation.

He was unrestrained and flamboyant, yet showed ample respect, his body moving like a streak of light, avoiding many of the Yang lightning bolts.

Just as the two were about to get close, a dense network of lightning blocked their path, leaving no room for maneuver.

He erupted in an instant, letting the lightning strike his body without slowing down. Before Zhang Huaiyi could hurriedly defend against the Yang Lightning, he slapped the golden light in front of his chest with a domineering hand.

"Boom!"

The golden light shattered, the crimson palace thunder dissipated, and Zhang Huaiyi, exhausted, had no more strength to resist. He fell from the height, his legs trembling, and there was obvious blood at the corner of his mouth.

This is the backlash from forcibly circulating Qi; the body cannot withstand it, causing blood and Qi to fluctuate and tendons to twitch.

In contrast, Zhang Zhiwei was also blasted by the lightning, his clothes were torn to shreds, and his skin was covered in gray and black marks, but there was no blood.

"Not bad, junior brother, you've improved!"

He strode over, reached out and pulled the weak Zhang Huaiyi up, looking him up and down, afraid that he might accidentally injure this junior brother who was hiding his true abilities.

"Senior brother, I can't get any benefit from you."

Zhang Huaiyi smiled wryly and spread his hands, saying, "You can't keep using me as a punching bag. If it really doesn't work, you can bring over Senior Brother Jinzhong, or ask Master to have a match with you."

"Sh-!"

Zhang Zhiwei gestured for him to speak softly, and somewhat guiltily put his arm around Zhang Huaiyi's shoulder, muttering:

"What nonsense! Our master has been cultivating for so many years, I dare not speculate on his abilities, he's probably still a long way off."

"Huh? Senior brother, you're really not lying to me?"

Zhang Huaiyi was completely bewildered. He had thought long ago that his senior brother was close to master, but he hadn't expected to be wrong.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and squinted, waving his hands repeatedly: "Hehe, no, I'm not lying."

"Squeak——!"

Just then, the door to the Celestial Master's room opened from the inside, and Tian Jinzhong followed Zhang Jingqing out.

Looking at the mess in the courtyard, with many stone bricks smashed to pieces, Zhang Jingqing's face darkened, and she sternly shouted, "What time is it, you wretched child, how can you still have the mind to bully your junior brother?"

"Hey!! Master, Master, I was wrong, please don't be angry, I'll clean it right away." Zhang Zhiwei hurriedly begged for forgiveness and ran to the broom and bamboo basket in a flash.

Chapter 58 Going in the wrong direction

The bloody battle between Quanxing and Sanyi had captivated the attention of various factions, and late at night, sect leaders and their disciples arrived at Longhu Mountain one after another.

For example, Huode Sect, Wudang Mountain, and Liuyun Sword Sect are among the sects that are still on their way, while the others are located far away or started late.

Zhang Jingqing and her disciples greeted them warmly and arranged rooms for them to rest.

The group of young, elite disciples greeted each other and exchanged pleasantries.

Due to the war, many disciples of Longhu Mountain have left the mountain, and the once bustling Celestial Master's Mansion has become deserted and quiet. It is only today, with the arrival of visitors, that it has regained some vitality.

In the midst of chaos and conflict, many of the core members of various factions devoted themselves to the battlefield, leading to their decline. This was not unique to Longhu Mountain; other sects of extraordinary individuals experienced similar situations.

In the courtyard, several sect leaders, sect masters, and Zhang Jingqing sat at a stone table, discussing how to deal with the Quanxing Demon Lord. Zhang Zhiwei politely poured tea for his master and several seniors.

The leader of Wudang Mountain was over seventy years old, with a ruddy complexion and snow-white eyebrows and beard that hung down naturally.

He gently held the teacup, inhaled its fragrance, took a small sip, and then asked the Celestial Master, "Have the friends of Sanyi arrived yet?"

"Since the passing of the Left Sect Master, the people currently in charge of the sect's affairs should be Mr. Kuang Ya and Wei Xuanzi, right?"

"No."

Zhang Jingqing gently shook her head and recounted what she knew:

"I ordered my disciples to go down the mountain to gather information. The current leader in charge of the Three Great Sages is a fellow Daoist from the Three Dao who has never revealed his identity."

"He was the junior brother of the Left Sect Master, one of the group who went down the mountain to travel in their early years."

"He is currently leading his disciple Lu Jin down the mountain, heading to Quanxing's strongholds one after another to search for Wugensheng's whereabouts. I wonder what the situation is like."

Upon hearing this, the sect leader of the Huode Sect, a middle-aged man with a smooth head and a rugged face, couldn't help but feel curious:

"Is it possible to contact them?"

"Hmm... it's hard to say."

Zhang Jingqing wasn't sure either, and frankly said, "Sanyi has completely sealed off the mountain, and only these two are out fighting demons. I've asked the Lu family and Jianghu Xiaozhan to look for them, hoping to find them as soon as possible."

The leader of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, resembling a chivalrous knight, carried a long sword on his back. His white hair, tied up, only accentuated his handsome features. He proposed:

"It's alright. We'll just wait until tomorrow when that fellow arrives at Longhu Mountain. We'll intercept him then, and he'll have to ask us if he wants to leave."

“Hmm.” Zhang Jingqing agreed, but couldn’t help but sigh: “I wonder if this demon has other plans, or if other evil people are secretly assisting him?”

"If it is as the letter says, then it is fine, but we should still make some preparations, after all, Quanxing has never had any bottom line."

The Wudang leader had some suspicions. As a leader of a sect with such profound experience, he had seen many storms and was very familiar with the despicable nature of Quanxing.

"With us here to support us, and all the factions here, if any demons cause trouble or obstruct us, we might as well kill them all. They won't be able to stir up any trouble."

The sect leader of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect put down his teacup, his tone cold and aloof.

"Gentlemen, you have come from afar and must be tired. Please rest early and get enough rest so that you can meet the demon tomorrow."

Zhang Jingqing offered tea to the group, and after a brief exchange of pleasantries, they all dispersed.

The night sky was dotted with stars, yet the atmosphere was unusually solemn and oppressive.

Whether it was the Celestial Masters and disciples of Longhu Mountain, or the leaders and disciples of various sects, everyone knew that a bloody battle would take place tomorrow, and all they had to do was to go all out to suppress all unfavorable factors.

.......

A desolate thatched hut in the wilderness, dark clouds covering the vast expanse, and torrential rain pouring down.

The candlelight illuminated the dim environment inside the room. Wugensheng had recovered and was eating coarse grains with great enthusiasm. He was raising a cup with Old Duan to drink Du Kang wine.

"Come, come, Venerable One, let's go one more time to see me off!"

Wu Gensheng's disheveled face was flushed from being drunk.

"Oh, Sect Leader, you jest. I believe you can retire successfully and turn danger into safety."

"Come on, drink!"

"Let's go!"

The two men clinked their wine bowls together and drank heartily, completely oblivious to their worries about keeping their appointment the next day.

Li Muxuan, however, was out of place. He squatted by the door, looking up at the boundless darkness outside, where the rain was pouring down, and gradually became lost in thought.

Before the vastness of heaven and earth, his unease and anxiety gradually subsided as he held the medicine bottle given to him by Granny Liu.

After much deliberation, driven by curiosity, he gently pulled open the old wooden stopper and peered inside. What came into view was a blood-red pill, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Does this kind of thing really work?"

In that instant, he felt a deep sadness and confusion, regret lingering in his heart. He clutched the medicine bottle tightly, his eyes welling up with tears.

One wrong step leads to another, and years of experience have led us in completely opposite directions, making it all seem ridiculous.

Now, he had to admit that he felt utterly remorseful and helpless when he knelt in the courtyard of the Sanyi Gate that day and witnessed Zuo Ruotong gracefully soaring into the air.

If only... one had a little more patience when being tested;

If...in the woods, there is no emotional outburst or confrontation;

If... I hadn't acted impulsively at Yinghe Tower;

If... he did not disguise himself as a disciple to enter the mountain;

That would have prevented the current situation.

Li Muxuan clenched his fists so tightly that the medicine bottle almost shattered. He lowered his head, and large, salty tears streamed down his face.

Everything seemed so close, yet in the end it all came to nothing.

"Boom!"

A silvery flash of lightning tore through the night, and the deafening sound could not drown out the voice in one's heart.

If I hadn't made the wrong choice... if I could have kept acting... if I could go back...

The night was endless, and the candlelight gradually dimmed.

Wugensheng and Duan Shangren fell into a deep sleep one after another, leaving only Li Muxuan, like a lost dog with no way home, squatting at the door, sobbing silently.

Even though he was physically strong and not far from turning thirty, he still cried like a child that night.

A long-lost yet unfamiliar feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart. Li Muxuan recalled the first time he got into trouble and how his father dragged him to a neighbor's house to apologize.

Are you scared?

Are you nervous?

Is it regret?

He couldn't explain it; he only knew it was all too late.

When Ghost Hand King passed away, he hesitated and couldn't call him "Master." It's not necessarily that he was afraid that Ghost Hand King would leave this world after fulfilling his wish; it's just that there was always some lingering resentment in his heart that prevented him from calling him "Master."

When Zuo Ruotong was on the verge of death, he hesitated and couldn't utter a single word. He clearly wanted to step forward and do something, but he was so frightened by the fierce eyes of the Sanyi disciples that his steps froze. Even his final farewell and apology were left unsaid.

Li Muxuan was so exhausted that he couldn't fall asleep; his eyes were red and swollen from crying.

This is the epitome of a lost sheep.

......

Late at night, in a mountain stream.

After a day of quiet recuperation, Lu Jin's injuries and physical strength had almost fully recovered.

Especially under Jiang Mo's guidance, the understanding and operation of the Reverse Life Triple Technique have improved, correcting some minor flaws and making it smoother and more natural.

His eyes were clear and bright, and his body was surrounded by blue and white Qi, which was stronger than ever before. Nearly one-sixth of his body could maintain a state of Qi transformation.

"Uncle-Master, I'm ready."

Just like many years ago, when he stood under the tree and his master taught him how to enter meditation and cultivate Qi, his attitude was serious and his tone respectful.

Jiang Mo, with his white hair flowing down his shoulders, had only activated the first level of Reverse Rebirth and said softly, "Alright, I'll practice with you a bit."

"Starting with the basic Cloud Lifting Hand technique, go through all kinds of martial arts skills, and then reflect on the shortcomings and oversights when fighting against the succubus and the mountain stronghold's master of external martial arts, and strive to do your best."

“Alright, Uncle-Master, thank you for your trouble.” Lu Jin said sincerely.

"If you see Li Muxuan tomorrow, kill him."

"Yes, disciple dares not disappoint Uncle-Master's expectations."

In the quiet depths of the forest, the two practiced martial arts under the moonlight.

Jiang Mo patiently taught this junior all the skills that his senior brother had passed down to him in the past.

"In battle, one must go all out, remain highly vigilant, and never be careless, as victory or defeat is often decided by a momentary mistake."