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

“Every Mid-Autumn Festival, my senior brother and I would think of when you would return home and leave our marks on that blue stone. Year after year, in the blink of an eye, the stone you left in your youth is now covered with fingerprints.”

"Now that my senior brother has passed away, the Sanyi Sect is in dire need of rebuilding. I have dared to discuss this with the seniors and disciples and earnestly request that you, junior brother, succeed to the lineage and revitalize our Sanyi Xuanmen."

He seemed to lower his head, and as he spoke, tears streamed down his face.

His short, thin body was trembling slightly. He was both happy and afraid. He was happy that his junior brother, whom he had not seen for many years, had not only returned when the sect was on the verge of collapse but had also turned the tide.

But he was also afraid that his junior brother's heart was pure in his pursuit of the Dao and that he would not want to be entangled in the trivial matters of the sect. The Sanyi Sect was too small, like a small pond, which could not hold him back at all... and might even hinder him from moving forward.

With triple rebirth and the support of true methods, Jiang Mo has now surpassed all his disciples throughout history and can even be compared to the patriarch who seems to have ascended after the third rebirth. His future is limitless.

In the future, we may well emulate the many extraordinary predecessors who have left their mark on history, such as Zhang Daoling of Longhu Mountain, Lady Wei of the Shangqing School, and Daoji of Lingyin Temple, who reached the pinnacle of their spiritual practice and ascended to heaven in broad daylight.

"I humbly request that my senior brother succeed me in carrying on the lineage..." an aged voice rang out. The speaker was none other than the senior from the back mountain who had failed in his breakthrough.

In his time, there were many disciples of the Sanyi Sect. Although he knew Jiang Mo, they did not interact much.

Now, upon hearing from the younger generation that his senior brother had broken through the second bottleneck and reached the third level, he felt gratified and proud. At the same time, the self-doubt and doubts about the Reverse Life Technique that had been accumulating in his heart also dissipated.

"I earnestly request my junior brother to succeed me as the successor of the lineage..."

Another elderly man with crippled meridians spoke. Jiang Mo recognized him; he was the senior brother who used to be in charge of the sect's procurement of supplies from the foot of the mountain.

"I earnestly request my nephew to succeed me as the lineage holder..."

The two oldest elders were also eagerly awaiting their arrival. They had been disciples for a full twelve years longer than Jiang Mo and placed great trust in this exceptionally talented junior.

Chengzhen, Lu Jin, and eight other disciples also said in unison: "We earnestly request our Martial Uncle to succeed to the lineage and revitalize our Sanyi Xuanmen."

Every disciple held such hope; their passionate, expectant voices echoed in the spacious courtyard, lingering for a long time.

Jiang Mo met their gazes, making eye contact with each of them, a warm and gentle smile spreading across his lips.

Time seemed to freeze, yet also seemed to accelerate in an instant, as everyone clearly heard the answer that had stirred their emotions and made their hearts surge like a torrent.

"it is good."

"From now on, I will work with you all to build a great legacy for the Xuanmen sect and make it famous throughout the world."

Without hesitation, Jiang Mo's gentle and jade-like voice clearly reached everyone's ears, as if he were sobbing and wiping away tears of excitement.

Chengzhen revealed a genuine and radiant smile. Although the sect had suffered a setback, he believed that as long as the disciples worked together, they would definitely be able to overcome the difficulties.

Lu Jin and other younger members of the group clenched their fists in excitement, some with joy, some with tears in their eyes, and some with heartache...

Jiang Mo walked down the steps and instructed, "Jin'er, Little Zhuge, you two go down the mountain and summon your disciples. We will hold the succession ceremony after they return."

"Alright, Uncle-Master, please rest assured, we will go and return as soon as possible!" Lu Jin and Zhuge Yu said politely, and set off immediately without delay.

"Shuiyun, Changqing," Jiang Mo called softly.

"Disciples are here." The two stepped forward.

"You've worked hard these past few days. In the days after the disciples returned, I'd appreciate it if you could take care of the seniors and the junior brothers who are still recovering from their injuries."

"Alright, Uncle-Master, there's no need to worry. We will focus our efforts and exert ourselves to the utmost."

"Take them to the Qingxin Hall to recuperate. I will go there later to personally perform magic to relieve your old ailments and rebuild your Xuan Road."

"Understood." Shuiyun and Changqing began to leave with their disciples.

Jiang Mo walked to Si Chong and Cheng Zhen's side, pushing their wheelchairs with his left and right hands respectively, and suggested with a faint smile, "Want to come outside for a stroll with me?"

"The thunderclouds there are too large, and the strange phenomena are starting to affect the surrounding area. I have to unravel them."

"Quickly take your senior brother to see him." Si Chong was extremely curious.

The group chatted idly as they passed through the central courtyard and arrived at the mountain gate. Even on a clear day, large swaths of thunderclouds still hung high above the Sanyi Gate, dark and majestic, containing a forbidden power, forming a stark contrast with the white clouds and blue sky outside the mountain.

"What a magnificent sight..."

As he gazed at the sky, he saw dense thunder and lightning intertwined deep within the clouds, a sight that seemed like a natural disaster.

"These stone steps for climbing the mountain... sigh, they're almost all destroyed. We'll have to go down the mountain and hire craftsmen to repair them later."

After several attempts by Quanxing to break through the mountain, the ordinary stone steps were destroyed, severely cracked, covered in mud, and littered with corpses, leaving the area desolate and decaying.

Jiang Mo activated his profound skill, his hair instantly turning to frost, his aura sharp and fierce. He used his true technique to manipulate the surrounding clouds, causing them to suddenly disperse. The thunder roared and then dissipated, and the dark clouds that had been pressing down on the sky seemed to be manipulated by a pair of invisible hands, spreading out in a vast and mighty manner.

The sunlight streamed down on the mountain gate, the blue sky was clear, and the clouds stretched for miles, even sweeping away the previously oppressive atmosphere.

"Come on, senior brother, Chengzhen, I'll take you on a journey through this world, riding the wind and flying high."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Mo gathered his Qi into a cloud, which descended to the ground and lifted the two of them into the air, allowing them to enjoy a panoramic view of the scenery near the mountain gate from an unprecedented angle.

"So this is the power of the Triple Force?"

"Excellent, excellent, junior brother, you are truly remarkable!"

Chapter 75 Succession of the Daoist Tradition

The Qi clouds moved as if walking on flat ground, traversing the vast sky. As they gazed into the distance, they could see mountains, rivers, towns, and cities standing tall on the expansive land.

The whistling breeze blowing in their faces made their hair dance wildly, and their minds were free.

When Jiang Mo brought the two back to the sect, they still looked like they hadn't had enough, as if it were all a dream.

"Uncle-Master, you should rest too, don't tire yourself out." Chengzhen smiled faintly, like a well-behaved and obedient squirrel.

"It's time to go to Qingxin Hall; everyone is still waiting for us."

Jiang Mo patted Cheng Zhen's shoulder to indicate that he was fine. His breathing was steady, his condition was perfect, and he was not affected.

Since emerging from the ice plains, his skill in controlling Qi and riding the wind has become increasingly proficient with each use, and his speed has also increased.

"Hey, junior brother, I don't care. You'll have to teach your senior brother a lesson from now on."

Si Chong couldn't help but joke, his face beaming with joy, even his wrinkles seemed to have faded a bit.

"Of course, how could I, as your junior brother, refuse? You'll teach me step by step, and I can learn it in just a year or two."

During the conversation, Jiang Mo arrived at Qingxin Hall, where Shuiyun and Changqing were serving tea and water to their junior brothers and elders.

"Uncle Master."

"Please come this way."

"Ah."

Jiang Mo instructed Changqing to look after Chong and Chengzhen. He then walked to a disciple with a broken leg and began to comfort him:

"Relax, don't be afraid, your martial uncle will heal your injuries and illnesses."

His concise words, filled with convincing authority, made the disciple look at Jiang Mo with gratitude and flattery. He stammered, "..."

"Okay... thank you, Uncle-Master. This disciple... is not afraid."

"Of course, you must cultivate diligently in the future. How can you stagnate here?"

Jiang Mo bent down and squatted down, his hands radiating a pure white aura as he cradled the nearly deformed and severely fractured right foot. Even the slightest touch caused the disciple to break out in a cold sweat and turn pale with pain.

"Liqing, bear with it."

Si Chong reminded him with concern, his heart aching at the sight of the twisted, bleeding wound. If it could not be healed, this disciple would surely be crippled for life.

"Don't circulate your Qi, I will open the second level for you."

As Jiang Mo gave instructions, he stroked his wound. Under the reversal of the true method, the Qi flow gradually formed a Qi completely consistent with that of the disciple, passing through the broken meridians and radiating to the internal organs.

The depleted innate Qi was gradually recovering, the intense pain receded like a receding tide, and the wounds seemed to be bathed in a hot spring, constantly healing. Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Mo estimated that the time was about right, so he directly bypassed the control of the physical body and activated the Reverse Life Technique on behalf of his disciple, going straight to the second level. The blue and white Qi intertwined in the wound, and the shattered tendons and bone fragments were slowly repaired and healed.

He recovered in just a few minutes, and Jiang Mo took the opportunity to shut down his reversal state, thus ending the treatment.

"Thank you, Uncle-Master! Thank you, Uncle-Master!!"

Li Qing wept with joy. He was no longer tormented by illness, his legs regained sensation, and he was even able to walk.

"No need to be so polite, you're fine now. Just rest and recuperate for a few days."

The other three disciples were all injured; some had lost an arm, some had a knife wound piercing their abdomen, and some had internal organ damage, coughing up black blood from time to time.

Jiang Mo healed their wounds one by one. With the help of the Three Ones True Method, the rich innate Qi seemed endless, continuously seeping into the wounds and transforming into new life.

He then used his profound skills to create an ultimate reversal of life for these disciples, causing their flesh and blood to heal continuously, severed limbs to regenerate, and damaged internal organs to be rebuilt, making them even stronger.

In less than two hours, their condition was completely different from before, almost fully recovered.

Next came four senior disciples.

Jiang Mo took a deep breath, relaxing his mind and body. Before addressing their chronic ailments, he earnestly offered his advice:

“My two senior uncles, senior brothers, and junior brothers, I am quite confident that I can cure the ailments left over from your past breakthroughs, clear your meridians, and rebuild your bones and internal organs.”

"However, in your future spiritual practice, you must proceed slowly, cultivate your nature and cherish your life, and not be too reckless, otherwise your body will not be able to withstand it."

"Alright... Sect Leader, please rest assured, we will follow your arrangements."

The four senior figures had no further obsessions; for them, being able to realize the extravagant hope of returning to a normal human state was already enough.

Subsequently, Jiang Mo's Qi entered their bodies, completely assimilated them, constructed the Reverse Life Triple Layer, cleared their meridians, and repaired various damaged organs.

This was a long treatment, lasting from morning until evening and dusk, without a moment's rest. Only when night fell did Jiang Mo help the four people develop new bodies, erasing all their old ailments.

"call--!"

Sweat streamed down Jiang Mo's face. He was slightly tired but very happy because his two elders and his siblings of the same generation had all recovered and were now in tears.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

They hurriedly got up and tried to kneel down, but Jiang Mo helped them up and stopped them.

"There's no need for that; it's what I should do."

Freed from the wheelchairs and canes they had relied on for decades, these elderly people were filled with mixed emotions and felt reborn.

Finally, Jiang Mo checked Si Chong and Cheng Zhen for any abnormalities. In fact, they were already able to walk normally, but they had overexerted themselves and needed to rest for two more days.

......

Over the next few days, Si Chong and his disciples prepared for the succession ceremony, went down the mountain to hire craftsmen, repaired the stone steps leading up the mountain, as well as the ruins within the sect, and replaced the damaged red gate.

Jiang Mo accompanied the four senior disciples, sharing his insights on the Reverse Life Technique, guiding them through the basics, helping them circulate Qi to improve their physical fitness, and laying a solid foundation.

The ancient and solemn three-legged bronze cauldron stands in the central courtyard of the Taoist temple, filled with incense sticks that turn into a light white mist that spreads everywhere.

In contrast to the tranquility and peace on the mountain, the martial arts world below was in turmoil. Some busybodies spread the word that the successor of Sanyi had single-handedly overwhelmed Quanxing and killed many villains.

Suddenly, various factions, large and small, became curious about the identity of this successor and wanted to find out more, but dared not make a presumptuous visit.

As the sun set, Lu Jin and Zhuge Yu finally returned, but there was no one else behind them.

Jiang Mo was not bothered by this outcome; he was willing to respect the choices of each disciple.

"Uncle-Master...they're not letting many of my fellow disciples' families come back, some are even threatening suicide..."

Lu Jin looked tired, raised his hand and handed more than ten letters to Jiang Mo, saying, "Those fellow disciples are ashamed and remorseful, and their heartfelt words are all here."

"You've worked hard, Jin'er."

Jiang Mo took the letter and, seeing his dejected and sad expression, patted his shoulder gently and comforted him, "Cheer up, the road ahead is still long."

"May their lives, and our lives, be wonderful."

"Yes, Uncle-Master." Lu Jin nodded.

The fiery clouds illuminated the entire sky, and the setting sun gradually sank below the horizon. In the courtyard of the Sanyi Sect, fourteen disciples witnessed Jiang Mo's succession ceremony.

Incense wafted, and the evening bells echoed. It seemed as if someone was holding a set of frosty white robes, respectfully handing it to Jiang Mo, and solemnly and earnestly saying:

"Please, junior brother, take over the lineage, revitalize the Sanyi Xuanmen, and lead us disciples into a new realm of seeking the Dharma."

"it is good--!"

Jiang Mo remained calm, his eyes lowered, as he accepted the black robe that bore the weight of the sect's rise and fall, honor and disgrace.

He donned his robes, white covering black, and from this day forward, officially became the new sect leader after the Great Ying Immortal.

"Welcome the new sect leader to the throne!" the disciples shouted in unison, their voices filled with piety and admiration.

Several days later, the news spread throughout the martial arts world, astonishing all factions and sects.

Jiang Mo.

The successor of Sanyi, who succeeded as the sect leader and took charge of the Xuanmen, had the Daoist name: Chenqing.