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

The old man's chin suddenly swelled, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, countless veins bulging, and he lay prone on the ground with his hands and feet, like a raging toad in human form.

"call out!"

The old man opened his pitch-black mouth, and his densely packed silver fingers resembled a torrential downpour, but Jiang Mo dodged them.

An almost tangible killing intent emanated from above, sending chills down the old man's spine. Just as he looked up, Jiang Mo swept his sword down, completely severing the swollen, poison-laden head.

Dozens of demons were trapped in the teahouse, like headless flies with nowhere to escape. They were killed one by one by Jiang Mo, without any power to resist.

Blood flowed like a river, and dismembered corpses floated on the water.

Only after slaying the last demon with a single sword strike to the throat did Jiang Mo disperse his Qi, and the blood-stained longsword in his hand disappeared.

"Uncle-Master, this doesn't match the intelligence... almost half the people are gone."

Following her own speculation, Lu Jin reasoned, "Could it be that they got wind of it and ran away in advance? Or perhaps some other old fogies from the Quanxing sect summoned them to plot against each other?"

"It's hard to say. These rats of the Quanxing Sect, we'll kill them one by one. How many we can kill is entirely up to fate."

The teahouse turned into a battlefield, and a whole host of demons perished. Jiang Mo did not linger; he pushed open the door and calmly left.

When he returned to the inn less than a quarter of an hour later, Liu Wei was brewing tea with the waiter when he saw the newcomer. He was astonished and asked, "Daoist, you've solved it?!"

"Well, it went fairly smoothly," Jiang Mo replied softly.

"Boss Liu, has the Master of Wanxiang Hall given a reply yet?"

"Of course, my old friend knows you are hunting down the Quanxing and has a favor to ask you. As for the matter you need to trouble him with, he doesn't need to charge you any reward."

Liu Wei stood up, fetched the tea set, and personally poured tea for Lu Jin and Jiang Mo, explaining:

"Before Wugensheng took over, the acting leader of Quanxing was an old ghost who had a blood feud with Wanxiangtang in his early years. Sixteen Wanxiangtang members died at his hands, more than half of whom were highly respected seniors in the sect."

"It just so happens that Han Ming, one of the Six Evils of Quanxing whom you killed before, was his only son."

"So, I've come up with a plan for both sides: you help him kill his enemy, and he helps you find the person. That'll settle the score, okay?"

Looking at the teacup handed to him, the tea was fragrant and clear. Jiang Mo took it, brought it to his lips to taste, and said:

“I don’t object to Mr. Liu’s suggestion, but there’s another point I need to clarify: if he were to deduce it now, could he find it?”

Liu Wei was taken aback, then smiled wryly and rubbed his forehead: "Since Master Jiang has asked, I might as well tell you frankly. My old friend of mine, relying on his own abilities, really cannot calculate that they will use the Myriad Manifestations Pool in their hall. It can be used once every three years, and there is nothing in the four seas and eight wastelands that cannot be seen."

"It's been a year since I last used it, so... I'm willing to humbly vouch for it to you."

"As long as you can kill that old ghost during the pursuit of Quanxing, even if my old friend's abilities cannot calculate it, the person you are looking for will definitely be found within two years at the latest. If there is any deception, I am willing to atone with my old friend with my death."

"Mr. Liu, have you thought this through? What's said is said, and what's done is done."

Jiang Mo confirmed with him again that he would not hesitate to make the deal once both parties agreed.

"Of course I understand. I guarantee Wanxiangtang's promise, so you can rest assured."

Liu Wei pushed up his glasses, smiling calmly, having long been prepared for this.

Jiang Mo didn't mind eliminating another Quanxing demon, so he affirmed, "Okay, I can agree."

"Well... it's a pleasure to work with you," Liu Wei replied sincerely.

Chapter 69 Unstoppable

It was early morning, before dawn.

Downstairs at the small inn, Jiang Mo and Lu Jin were about to set off north to carry out a final sweep of the Quanxing sect.

After a night of detailed discussion, Liu Wei told Jiang Mo almost everything he knew, except for the strongholds that had been wiped out in the city, the other eight strongholds, and the secluded location of the former leader of Quanxing.

"Master Jiang, I wish you a safe journey."

"I will keep the identity of the person you are looking for a secret. After the matter is settled, I will have Wanxiangtang conduct a calculation, and I will inform you as soon as there is a result."

Liu Wei bowed respectfully.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to Mr. Liu."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Jiang Mo disappeared into the misty streets under Liu Wei's watchful gaze.

Soon after, a silver beam rose into the sky, traveling from south to north, traversing many provinces and cities, and wherever it went, a bloody battle broke out.

It was an undeniable devastation, and the most humiliating moment in nearly a century since the Quanxing's rampant power began. In just one day, six strongholds were littered with corpses, with more than two hundred dead and wounded.

The core force of Quanxing was completely wiped out by Jiang Mo.

The remaining two locations were dispersed and thus escaped annihilation because they had been summoned in advance by the elders of the sect.

This shocking event was quickly discovered.

The news of the death of Wugensheng, the acting leader of Quanxing Sect, yesterday continues to spread, especially among the sects that attended the event on Longhu Mountain. They all guessed the answer behind it and chose to remain silent.

Meanwhile, the other sects, unaware of the truth, also began to wonder which forces the Sanyi Sect had allied with to achieve such an exaggerated and impressive record.

Sunset, dusk.

Upon arriving at the last stronghold, gazing at the desolate and deserted tavern, now empty and deserted, Jiang Mo resolutely turned away.

"Uncle-Master, only those Quanxing elders are left. Shall we go over there now?"

"Correct."

Jiang Mo gazed at the horizon in the distance. After a day of slaughtering the entire Quanxing sect without leaving a single survivor, he was also feeling a little tired.

"Take care of these troubles as soon as possible, and we'll be home later, Jin'er."

"Yes, I'll do as you say, Uncle-Master."

Lu Jin gazed at Jiang Mo's profile. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, he felt that his uncle resembled a carefree and unrestrained immortal from ancient texts.

Riding the wind and controlling the Qi, roaming the world, killing one person with every step, leaving no trace for a thousand miles.

If this had happened a thousand years ago in ancient times, it would probably have been worshipped and revered by the world.

"Let's go, cheer up."

Just as Lu Jin was lost in thought, Jiang Moshuang, her hair covering her shoulders, stretched out her five fingers in a spell, and in an instant, Qi clouds gathered, lifting the two of them into the sky, turning into black dots and disappearing on the horizon.

.......

In the backyard of a gambling den in a bustling metropolis.

The last remaining elders of Quanxing, along with some elites, gathered here and were placed under the command of Han Suxiao.

"Elder Han... multiple strongholds have been destroyed, and there are at least two hundred dead and injured. Many of his disciples have also lost contact."

A man, breathing heavily, said in a panic.

He was a survivor who had escaped from a stronghold. Fortunately, he managed to escape in a rickshaw before the raids began.

"I know..."

"Let me calm down, don't rush. The enemy's movements are currently unknown."

Han Suxiao smoked his pipe, also suffering from a terrible headache.

He had just come out of seclusion to take over Quanxing, but the seriousness of the situation had exceeded his expectations. He had only contacted the members of each stronghold last night and was preparing to engage in a final bloodbath with Sanyimen.

Unexpectedly, in just one night, most of the elite troops were wiped out, without even the slightest ability to resist.

"Was it the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, or the leaders of Wudang and Shangqing who made a move? If it wasn't them, I can't think of anyone else with that ability."

The short old man standing to the side had a solemn expression on his face; he was constantly tormented by a sense of foreboding.

They are now like caged beasts, cut off from all external communication channels, and have no idea when the enemy will launch a surprise attack.

The white-robed elder denied his speculation, saying, "It's not that simple... Even if the three factions joined forces, it wouldn't be possible."

“Look at the strongholds in Dongli City and Luoyang City, they are thousands of miles apart. Not to mention the other strongholds that have been wiped out. All of them are extremely far apart. Even with the abilities of the Celestial Master and the old man from Wudang, they cannot travel between multiple places in a single day.”

Han Suxiao frowned, his withered fingers tapping the table. "So you mean... besides them, the other righteous factions, even the four major families, have all made a move?"

"It's not impossible... In the current turbulent situation, beset by internal and external troubles, and with that fool Wugensheng going to break into the Sanyi Sect, if Zuo Ruotong dies, the other sect leaders and masters may well feel threatened."

The old man in the red shirt rubbed his temples, feeling surrounded by enemies, and pondered his analysis:

"This gives those upright people a suitable reason, and it is undoubtedly the best time to wipe us out."

Upon hearing this, Han Suxiao, the two elders, and the dozen or so elite soldiers who had fled and gathered in the backyard all felt an overwhelming sense of despair.

The Quanxing Sect, with its immense power, housed the most absurd, cunning, and brutal members in the entire world, undoubtedly a monstrous den of iniquity, unmatched by any other force in the martial world.

But when the righteous path unites, they alone have no chance of winning. This has been the case for the Quanxing sect throughout history, which has been ravaged by the righteous path.

In other words, to those who follow the righteous path, Quanxing is nothing more than a latrine, a place where filth and evil are hidden.

As long as Quanxing exists, those righteous sects have the right to call themselves the side of justice, unite as one, and ease and bring their relationship closer by suppressing Quanxing.

The atmosphere in the backyard of the gambling den was oppressive and suffocating, and these freaks vaguely realized that they were at their wits' end.

"How about... Elders, Sect Leader, we evacuate the mainland and go overseas to avoid the storm? What do you think?"

Just then, a timid voice came from the corner.

The speaker was dressed in luxurious clothes, but was greasy and obese. He was sweating profusely and had a look of fear in his eyes.

At his suggestion, everyone's will to survive was unstoppable, and they echoed one after another: "Yes, sect leader, as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn."

"Now all that's left of Quanxing are us. The others are either dead or in hiding. The rest are just scraps. Let's just abandon them."

Seeing that one of his disciples was interested, the wealthy merchant, covered in fat, pressed his advantage and said, "Sect Leader, I have merchant ship supplies, navigation maps, and plenty of gold. Whether we go to the East or other countries, we can establish ourselves again."

"Please, elders, think it over. If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

"Yes, Sect Leader, we cultivators value life the most. Having suffered so much humiliation, it is not unreasonable for us to go overseas to develop and accumulate strength, and then take revenge on these sects in the future."

"Elder Yi, please persuade the sect leader."

The elders were also helpless. Each of them had suffered at the hands of the Celestial Master or the Wudang Sect Leader, and they knew that their strength was insufficient to reverse the situation. If they continued to struggle in vain, they would only die.

"Brother Han, make a decision."

The old man in white spoke earnestly, saying that in his view, the choice his disciples made was no different from that of stray dogs, but it was indeed effective in order to survive.

After all, no matter how much the righteous path's influence spreads, it cannot reach overseas.

The old man in red and the short old man both meant the same thing. Under the persuasion of the crowd, even though Han Suxiao was extremely unwilling, he could only bow his head to the situation.

He exhaled a deep breath and, under the anxious, expectant, and uneasy gazes of his disciples, slowly announced:

"Everyone here, get ready. We will depart from the dock in half an hour, board a ship, and sail away from the mainland."

"Fatty Gu, this matter is entrusted to you. There is no room for error."

Upon hearing this, the wealthy merchant's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly settled. He wiped the sweat from his brow and stepped forward, fawningly saying:

"Hey! Sect Leader, I've prepared the food and money. You may set off now."

The group of demons were overjoyed, their faces beaming with delight, before the elders and Han Suxiao could give a reply.

Just then, a discordant sound came from the courtyard gate, like a knife piercing their hearts.

"You can't leave."

Jiang Mo walked towards us with a beaming smile.

He blocked the doorway, and he and Lu Jin both entered a state of reverse life, like ghosts assassinating their way in, with the corpses of thugs lying all around them.

Chapter 70 The Mask of Godhood (Please Subscribe!!)

The arrogant words, spoken without any embellishment and as if they were perfectly natural, startled many of the demons, causing them to turn around as if struck by lightning, their faces turning pale with shock.

The two young men in sight had a cool and aloof demeanor.

Their clothes were stained with blood, their white hair was wild and unruly, and the murderous aura emanating from them was fierce and frenzied, spreading and approaching inch by inch, making the courtyard suddenly cold and eerie.

In just a moment, all the seasoned veterans of Quanxing who had been around for years recognized the newcomer as none other than the Madman of Sanyi.

Han Suxiao's eyes were sinister, and he could barely control the hatred in his heart. The veins on his withered right hand bulged, and the wooden staff, unable to withstand the force, crumbled into pieces.

The moment his eyes met those of the young man in black, his keen intuition revealed the answer: the old leader of the Quanxing Sect was certain that the man before him was the murderer who killed his only son.

The three elders, including the old man in red, also felt immense pressure. The surging and roaring Qi was like a storm, more terrifying than any of their previous mortal enemies.

"How dare you, you brat! Do you think we're afraid of you?"

The burly man, whose body was branded with witchcraft marks, gritted his teeth and reprimanded them. With a group of disciples and elders backing him up, he was not afraid of just two disciples from the Sanyi Sect.