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

Jiang Mo shed his Qi armor, transforming into a massive battle axe. His blood was boiling hot, and a continuous stream of power flowed from all parts of his body, converging into his right hand.

The old man in red closed his eyes, relaxed his body and mind, and the whole world became quiet. He was burning out his last bit of Qi and life force, devoting it all to the art of martial arts, and was about to unleash the strongest strike of his life.

A sharp gust of air swirled between the two, causing their hair to flutter.

The old man in red robes gradually withered away, until finally, he was deathly still, but the Qi Blade in his hand shone with dazzling brilliance.

"With this one strike, I will send you to the Yellow Springs."

An aged voice echoed through the ruins, and the river of time seemed to freeze in that instant as the old man in red robes charged out with overwhelming force.

"Go well."

Jiang Mo spoke succinctly, his eyes burning with intensity, and charged forward with his axe.

"boom!"

A dazzling burst of energy shot into the sky, and the sound of the explosion shook the surrounding area. Under the influence of the two domineering forces, the white barrier instantly developed numerous cracks and nearly collapsed.

The withered body scattered like burning cotton wool, and the scarlet blade light dimmed in an instant.

Only Jiang Mo stood still, his figure imposing, his expression calm and indifferent, his feet treading on the Blood River. In this battle, he killed four pillars of the Quanxing Sect and fifteen elites, etching his name as the strongest.

Chapter 73 The Number One in the Xuanmen (Please Subscribe!!)

"Boom!!!"

The courtyard shook violently, and terrifying explosions came from within the blazing white barrier. Long, narrow cracks appeared all over the surface of the light screen, as if it were on the verge of collapse.

"Uncle-Master!!" Lu Jin's nerves tightened, and he held his breath. The bad premonition made his heart pound.

"Wow—"

The next second, the barrier melted away like snowflakes, Jiang Mo's black clothes were stained with blood, but his smile was gentle, as if the fierce battle was nothing to him.

"worry about me?"

"That's not necessary."

Seeing that his martial uncle had no obvious bleeding wounds, Lu Jin's heart settled down. His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat without him realizing it. Just now, while he was guarding the barrier, he vaguely heard the rumbling sounds inside the barrier and could not predict how fierce the battle was.

Things kept crashing down on the barrier, causing ripples of energy to spread. Especially towards the end, he began to worry whether the barrier would be able to withstand the impact.

Lu Jin breathed a sigh of relief and said with some shame, "Uncle-Master, I'm so glad you're alright. It seems I had a false alarm."

His gaze was drawn to the ruins. He glanced at them subconsciously and found that there were no survivors; they had all been swiftly and decisively killed by Jiang Mo.

"It caused quite a stir."

Jiang Mo tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the winding corridors, and heard hurried footsteps, as if he foresaw a large number of gamblers and thugs rushing to the scene.

"It's time to go home."

With that, he waved his hand, and clouds descended. The two rode the wind and disappeared into the vast night.

Moments later, a large number of gambling den staff arrived. Amid the blood-stained and shattered ruins, not a single intact body could be found. The death of the den owner, Han Suxiao, in particular threw the entire place into chaos and disorder.

Soon, some extraordinary people from the surrounding area came upon hearing the news and spied on the scene. They were so horrified that their hands and feet went numb. They witnessed firsthand that all the ruthless people who were notorious in the Quanxing Sect died on the spot.

"Corpse Flame, Liu Mingyuan."

“Ink Carving, Pei Hanyi”.

"Ghostly Spirit, Easily Frosty."

"Chiwu, Gu Hengyi."

“Deadly cold, Han Suxiao.”

.....

In the end, after the bodies were counted, a total of 19 Quanxing demons were found, and all of their high-end combat power had been wiped out.

The scene was spread throughout the country overnight by visiting spies and informants. All parties learned about it and, while applauding, were also astonished.

At the same time, news came that the Quanxing Dawang Mountain stronghold had been destroyed and turned into a dead ruin.

Over the course of several days, despite the gathering of numerous villains, the powerful Quanxing sect was completely eradicated. Both acting sect leaders and many elders perished, and the remaining underlings were terrified, going into hiding or claiming to leave the sect.

The clues pointed directly to the Sanyi Sect, with whom they had a blood feud. After witnessing the events at Longhu Mountain, most of the sect leaders and masters held the successor of the Sanyi Sect in even higher esteem.

In just one day, they traversed the mountains and rivers of the nine provinces, sweeping away all traces of the Quanxing sect with the force of autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, and killing their way to the fault line.

History seems to be repeating itself. In the past, evil cultivators in the southern borderlands wreaked havoc on the region, but the Great Ying Immortal turned the tide and took the head of a powerful enemy.

The successors of today are even more formidable, turning the Quanxing sect upside down and killing countless demons, including many ruthless figures from the older generation.

Whether they were observing from the sidelines or stepping in to help with this incident, all the sects have once again recognized the truth: the Sanyi Xuanmen remains the number one Xuanmen in the world, and no one can shake its position.

......

In the dead of night, the mountains and forests were quiet. The thunderclouds hanging high in the sky were majestic and terrifying, with low rumbling sounds echoing from time to time. A silver light came from the horizon, tearing through the sea of ​​clouds and descending on the gate of Sanyi Mountain.

"Uncle Master!!"

"Junior Brother Lu!!"

Shuiyun and Zhuge Yu, who were on night watch, quickly stepped forward. Seeing the two men's tattered and blood-stained clothes, they hurriedly asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"All is well, Shuiyun. How has the sect been lately? Have any demons attacked the mountain?"

"Yes, at the time, Senior Brother Changqing and I were guarding the mountain gate when seven demons broke into the mountain. Three of them were killed by heavenly lightning on the stone steps, and the rest escaped..."

“This disciple is incompetent and dares not go down the mountain to settle their score without authorization. Please forgive me, Uncle-Master.”

Shuiyun still had bandages around her neck, her face was pale, her injuries had not yet healed, and her voice sounded somewhat weak.

"It's good that you're all alright, nothing else matters."

Jiang Mo stepped over Shuiyun and instructed, "I am covered in blood, so I will take a bath to cleanse myself first. You go and tell Senior Brother Sichong that I have returned, so that he does not need to worry about the matters down the mountain."

"Okay, Uncle-Master, you've worked hard."

Shuiyun strode towards the inner courtyard, reminding him, "Junior Brother Zhuge, hurry to the kitchen and prepare some dinner."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Seeing Lu Jin and Jiang Mo return safely, Zhuge Yu's unease dissipated, but looking at their tired faces and the tears welling up in his eyes, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Jiang Mo smiled but didn't say anything more.

He exited the reversal of his aging state, his frosty hair turned black again, and went straight back to his bedroom to get a set of clothes. Then he went to a pond in the back mountain.

The jungle was silent, the moonlight shone down, and Jiang Mo stood by the pool, taking off his tattered black clothes.

"thump--!"

He leaped down, splashing water everywhere. The clear, cool pool water refreshed his entire body, washing away the grime and relieving his fatigue.

In a moment, Jiang Mo changed into a white robe, returned to the Dao Palace, pushed open the door of the pharmacy, and met two old friends.

"Junior brother!"

"Uncle Master!"

Si Chong and Cheng Zhen were overjoyed. After Shui Yun told them about the situation, the two waited patiently on the hospital bed, their hearts filled with excitement. If it weren't for their inconvenience, they would have rushed out the door.

"You're back. It went fairly smoothly." Jiang Mo approached with a faint smile, telling him everything about his journey down the mountain without hiding anything.

Especially when they heard that Wugensheng had used all his strength but was still blasted into a pile of mangled flesh, the pent-up frustration in their chests was released.

"It's a pity...they had a backup plan," Chengzhen sighed regretfully.

"These two alone can't cause any trouble; if we meet again, when my profound techniques have improved, I will kill them even if it's the same method."

Jiang Mo's Reverse Life Triple Cultivation has reached its peak, but the Three Ones True Method still has considerable room for improvement. He needs to spend time exploring the changes in the Five Elements Qi and Yin and Yang Qi.

Si Chong, who was standing to the side, seemed to be recalling something. After a long while, he pondered and said, "Junior brother, if you are really sure that they are still alive and under the protection of the evil cultivators in the Southern Frontier, then I probably know what kind of secret technique this is."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details. Please tell me, senior brother, so I can broaden my horizons."

Jiang Mo chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed, catching up with his senior brother and junior brother whom he hadn't seen for many years. His mood improved as a result.

Chengzhen also turned around and pricked up his ears to listen attentively.

"Sigh...that was a long time ago."

Si Chong, lost in memories, opened up and frankly said, "It was the work of the remnants of the Southern Frontier. Back then, my senior brother, Chengzhen, and I went to fight against the evil cultivators and killed a grandmaster who was proficient in both witchcraft and poison along the way."

"The Ten Thousand Mountains are dangerous, and my senior brother did not allow us to follow. He only stopped in a nearby town."

"He broke in himself and didn't come out for six months..."

"Later, I talked to him in detail and learned that the poison cultivator he had killed had mysteriously resurrected in a tribe deep in the mountains."

"That is an evil technique called 'Death Coffin Yin Body'. It is not owned by one clan. Many forces within the Hundred Thousand Mountains have mastered it, but the conditions for its creation are not easy. It requires a large amount of human blood to forge and a large amount of medicinal herbs. The process is extremely complicated."

"The unique feature of this secret technique is that two copies of a person's physical body are made in advance, like printing a newspaper. These copies exist independently and share the same memories. As soon as the consciousness of one body collapses, the other body will awaken, develop the same consciousness, and continue life."

After speaking, Chengzhen exclaimed in surprise, "In this vast world, there is such a secret technique! Truly astonishing..."

Jiang Mo also pondered this. Logically speaking, once the Yin body is revived and consciousness and memories merge, the Spirit-Breaking Incantation he chants will most likely also affect the new body, and Wugensheng will not be able to escape.

Seeing Jiang Mo deep in thought, Si Chong comforted him, "Never mind, Junior Brother."

"You don't need to blame yourself. You've done enough this time. You've wiped out the elite and pillars of the Quanxing Sect. Compared to the whereabouts of that thief, I'm more worried about whether you've suffered any lasting health problems."

As if speaking with heartfelt sincerity, since his senior brother passed away, this junior brother was the only one among his peers who was close to him, and he naturally did not want to see any accidents happen.

"He's just a demon; he can't do anything to me."

Jiang Mo reassured him and said with a warm smile, "I previously dismissed my disciples, but now that the matter is settled and I am famous throughout the world, it is time to bring them back."

"Senior brothers, Xiao Chengzhen, what do you think?"

"Uncle-Master, you can make the arrangements." Chengzhen nodded.

"Junior brother, you take charge of the overall situation. As for me, I can rest easy now. The responsibility of this sect will have to be handed over to you from now on."

His words seemed cheerful and gratified. Inside the brightly lit pharmacy, laughter and conversation filled the air, creating a warm and pleasant atmosphere.

Chapter 74 Everything is in need of rebuilding

In the morning, Jiang Mo, who had slept soundly without any dreams, woke up naturally. The golden rays of the rising sun refracted through the window and into the floor of the room, bringing life to everything along its path.

"Quickly, Xiao Lu, go check the kitchen and tell Junior Brother Zhuge to prepare the morning meal and come over."

"Shuiyun, go to the back mountain and invite those seniors."

"I'll go and invite Uncle Si Chong over."

The sounds of disciples talking and hurried footsteps echoed outside in the spacious courtyard.

Jiang Mo sorted out his physical condition, circulating his Qi throughout his body, resonating with his flesh, bones, and internal organs. After a moment, when the commotion outside the door quieted down, he got up and walked to the doorway.

"Squeak-"

The moment the door was opened, more than a dozen expectant and admiring gazes were cast upon it.

A gentle breeze swept by, and this moment seemed to stand still forever. Waiting outside the steps were none other than the disciples and seniors who still remained in the Sanyi Sect.

Si Chong, Cheng Zhen, four disciples in wheelchairs guarding the mountain, and four senior disciples from the back mountain who had failed to break through the barrier in their early years were all at the forefront.

Lu Jin, Zhuge Yu, Chang Qing, and Shui Yun stood behind them;

In less than half a month, the number one Xuanmen sect, which was on par with Longhu Mountain, has fallen to such a state.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo felt a little melancholy. If he had been in seclusion in the Ice Plains for those few years and something had happened or he had been in seclusion for even longer, he would probably have been reduced to dust in the struggle against Quanxing by the time he returned.

"Changqing, give this to your martial uncle."

Si Chong sat in a wheelchair, his face, now flushed from recuperation, no longer as pale and weak as before. He handed the object he had been clutching to Chang Qing.

"Uncle-Master Jiang Mo, here you go."

Changqing took the rough, hard object, quickly stepped forward, and respectfully and politely handed it to Jiang Mo with both hands.

It was a bluish-brown stone, about the size of a palm, covered with densely packed horizontal lines and fingerprints.

Jiang Mo took the clues from the old document and recalled the days when he skipped stones in the pond behind the mountain. At that time, two senior brothers were always by his side. Those were the most unforgettable years of his cultivation.

At this moment, a seemingly resounding voice slowly rang out, filled with reminiscence and emotion.

"Junior brother, in the more than twenty years you have been wandering around."