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

Only after the Heavenly Kingdom disappeared and became isolated from the world did Jiang Mo cut straight to the point, confirming his suspicions: "Chengzhen, do you want to take it a step further?"

"Yes, Uncle-Master..."

Chengzhen wrapped his hands behind his back and tied his hair into a loose bun, letting it hang down his head. He smiled warmly, seemingly expectant, and said with emotion:

"I've been practicing the True Method for almost a month now. I can refine and extract the corresponding natural Qi from rocks, soil, metals, and plants. I'm also exploring the other aspects, such as Crimson Fire and water..."

The rain poured down, pattering softly, and a cold wind howled along the coast, instantly bringing a sense of peace and joy to Chengzhen, who had just finished a fierce battle. He spread his arms, looked up at the sky, and let the rain fall on his face.

"The right time, the right place, and the right people—all three are in place, Uncle-Master."

"It's rare to see such a fierce storm with thunder and lightning. If I don't seize this opportunity, who knows when the next chance will come?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo did not blame him for being too eager to succeed; instead, she encouraged him.

"Want to try? Sure, your martial uncle will personally protect you."

"Could you tell me why you're in such a hurry, little one?"

Jiang Mo could tell that Chengzhen's first level of cultivation had reached a crucial stage, requiring him to expand his Qi source in order to develop more techniques.

"I think, let's do it today."

"I want to refine the Wind and Thunder Qi."

Chengzhen spoke firmly, but her smile held a hint of bitterness as she slowly revealed the thoughts she had kept hidden deep in her heart, as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders:

"As for the reason, after Master left, the sect was on the verge of collapse, and my Uncle-Master Si Chong and I almost died in the process, leading to the decline of the sect..."

"It was your return that saved the crumbling edifice... You quelled the evil spirits of the demons at Longhu Mountain, wiped out the Quanxing Sect, and made our Sanyi Sect famous throughout the world, firmly sitting at the top of the Xuanmen."

At this point, a nascent crimson-gold Dao mark appeared in Chengzhen's eyes. His true method and reversal of life resonated with his physical body, gradually entering a state of perfection.

Her gaze was fixed on Jiang Mo, her heart as still as water, and she murmured softly, "I have been by your side since childhood. Even though we haven't seen each other for many years, how could I not know how tired you are?"

"The burden falling on your shoulders is rather heavy..."

“If I could take half a step or a full step forward, I might be able to share some of your burden. If the Trinity Sect wants to prosper and flourish, in addition to you, there must be others who can step forward.”

Chengzhen exhaled a breath of pure Qi, her skin became radiant and white, and the blood and Qi in her internal organs burned like in a furnace.

"If there is one... let me be the second one."

"I'll fill this void!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a storm descended at sea, the wind was biting cold, and the lightning that stretched across the sky grew even more powerful.

Chengzhen had made all the necessary preparations. Despite the terrible weather, he remained calm and simply turned to Jiang Mo with a smile, reminiscing about the past:

“In the past, my master pursued evil cultivators for thousands of miles, deep into the southern border. Due to my limited abilities, I was unable to follow, which is a great regret.”

“Those Wugensheng, the wicked boy, and the old poisonous woman are still hiding in the Ten Thousand Mountains; next time, when you, Uncle Master, are to wipe them out, I don’t want to stand by and watch anymore.”

Jiang Mo, soaked to the bone by the rain, felt thoroughly exhilarated by his junior apprentice's sense of responsibility and courage, and responded with a smile:

"We realize that the past cannot be changed, but we know that the future can be pursued."

"Do what you think is right, and your master will be here watching you. Become the second person after me."

"it is good."

With a single word as her reply, concise and to the point, Chengzhen turned and left, her feet firmly planted in the seawater, standing between heaven and earth, as insignificant as a mayfly.

The deafening hurricane whipped up columns of water on the sea surface, a mighty torrent that connected heaven and earth, a magnificent spectacle.

Thunder roared, and a dense, white net of lightning covered the dome, the dark clouds unable to conceal the breathtaking power of nature.

The sounds of rain, wind, thunder, and heartbeats, the noises echoing in her ears, grew fainter and fainter until they were completely blocked out by Chengzhen.

He stood like a sculpture on the edge of the beach and the Black Sea, his body blazing white. As the true law was fully activated, an invisible force of gravity spread outwards from him to the surrounding sea.

Strands of hurricane energy, so faint they were almost impossible to condense, and thunder energy, hanging high in the clouds, were drawn together and constantly approached Chengzhen along a special path.

Success or failure is 30% fate and 70% human effort.

.......

At the hour of You (5-7 PM), in the sea to the north, a ship carrying the Celestial Master's Mansion and the Shangqing Temple slowly approached an island where seabirds circled.

Zhang Jingqing and the Shangqing Sect Leader gazed into the distance at the group of Japanese assailants stationed on the island. They were all samurai dressed in black kimonos, numbering over forty in total.

The elderly man in black at the head of the group held a katana that was entirely black, with flame-shaped patterns cast on its blade.

His expression was solemn, like the gaze of a hawk, striking from afar. He met the eyes of the two righteous leaders without the slightest fear.

Taku Iwasaki.

The master of the Araki-ryu style of Japanese swordsmanship, he has honed his physical body and martial arts to the extreme, making him the undisputed strongest among the three teams.

The two sides were hundreds of meters apart, and the ship was approaching the island. A fateful showdown could break out at any moment.

Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong, and the two middle-aged men from the Shangqing faction all wore solemn expressions.

The sense of danger emanating from the samurai leader was like a sharp blade hanging over everyone's throats; he alone was far more terrifying than the other forty people combined.

"Luckily we came... otherwise, this kind of trouble would be a disaster if it happened inland."

The Shangqing Sect Leader made this assessment, believing that the opponent was no less capable than the old ghosts of the Quanxing Sect, such as Han Suxiao, Gu Hengyi, and Yi Fengshuang. He believed that once the opponent infiltrated the major capitals to carry out assassinations, it would be impossible to defend against him.

Zhang Jingqing's sharp tiger eyes were also fixed on Iwasaki Kawataku, and a thick golden light gradually condensed on his body.

"Master..."

Seeing the Celestial Master's solemn expression, Tian Jinzhong was very worried, especially the golden light that had entered the protective state in advance. He knew what this meant.

"Jinzhong, you and Zhiwei be careful. Cooperate with the two fellow Daoists from Shangqing to execute the other thieves."

"As for the leader, leave that to us."

Zhang Jingqing spoke seriously. If it were a one-on-one fight, he was quite confident of defeating his opponent, but if that person wanted to escape, he probably couldn't stop him.

Fortunately, both leaders of the Shangqing Sect were present this time. With their combined efforts, even if that old ghost had great abilities, he would have to leave his life behind.

"Please rest assured, Master, your disciple will not let them leave."

Faced with national and personal vendettas, Zhang Zhiwei lost his former arrogance and became more composed. He always kept his word, and lightning crackled in his palm, his killing intent pure.

"Qing'an, Mingyan, get ready and try to wipe them out."

The Shangqing Sect Leader gave the same instruction. He had already placed a deep blue talisman between his withered right fingers, sealing in a vast and surging energy.

"Yes, Uncle-Master," the two middle-aged men replied.

Under the helmsman's control, the ship is anchored in the nearshore area and cannot move forward, otherwise it would risk running aground.

"Everyone, let's go!"

The Shangqing Sect Leader's aged face revealed a cold smile. With a wave of his right hand, a deep blue talisman swept across the sky, heading straight for the beach.

"boom!!!"

A dazzling display of lightning erupted in an instant, and countless bolts of lightning swept across the beach at incredible speed, delivering a devastating blow to the Japanese assailants.

Chapter 106 A Single Thought Tribulation

Iwasaki Taku, who was guarding the beach, had a frosty expression on his face, and his taut nerves were instantly triggered.

Upon sensing dozens of bolts of electricity rushing towards him, he responded by gripping his katana and slashing forward, creating a dense wall of gale-force winds that blocked the lightning.

"Boom!!!"

The wind wall and the lightning collided fiercely, but quickly dissolved. Zhang Jingqing and the Shangqing Sect Leader arrived together, their only target being Iwasaki Kawataku, ignoring everyone else.

The samurai of the Araki school were all poised to strike, their sinister eyes revealing a terrifying killing intent. The group of more than forty people seemed to be arranged in advance by Iwasaki Kawataka, and they surrounded Zhang Zhiwei and his group who had followed them.

Peak against peak, elite against elite, only the victor is qualified to leave this battlefield of carnage. Amidst the earth-shaking thunder, the battle between the two sides begins.

A dazzling, thick golden light enveloped Zhang Jingqing's entire body. This white-haired, dignified Celestial Master acted swiftly and decisively, immediately engaging in combat with the rapidly moving Iwasaki Taku.

"boom!!!"

As Zhang Jingqing raised her right hand, a giant hand forged from golden light descended like a whirlwind, sweeping down with overwhelming force, as if a god were delivering a punishment.

At the same moment, the Shangqing Sect Leader formed the Law Seal, his aura vast and boundless. Behind him, a giant shadow appeared, a blurry figure, seemingly a remnant of a sage from ancient times.

He waved the whisk in his hand, causing the void to rumble, and hundreds of pale blue arrows shot down wildly, carrying extremely strong penetrating Qi light, with terrifying destructive power.

In just a few breaths of their encounter, Iwasaki Taku found himself in dire straits. Without any hesitation, he instinctively unleashed a deadly sword technique.

"Niqiu·Hard Cut."

He lowered his body, his Qi was contained to the extreme, and his body's power was fully charged. In an instant, he drew his sword, and the sword Qi was powerful and sharp, presenting a plane circle pattern of blood and black. While blocking the golden giant hand, it also destroyed dozens of light blue arrows.

"Um?!"

Zhang Jingqing also frowned in surprise. Even though he had killed many Quanxing masters, none of them had ever been like Iwasaki Kawataku, who relied on unparalleled swordsmanship and terrifying explosive power to cleave a gaping wound with golden light.

"Clang clang clang!!!"

The black katana pressed against the giant golden hand, seemingly determined to determine who was superior, but it was as if it had struck an even more solid piece of steel, producing a crisp clanging sound.

The rampant sword energy wheel also neutralized the Shangqing Sect Leader's killing move. Iwasaki Kawai's chest heaved, his blood surging. The combined attack of the two was like an insurmountable chasm for him.

"Boom!!!"

Zhang Jingqing suddenly pushed forward with her right hand, and the power of the giant hand, which was covered in golden light, doubled again, completely shattering Iwasaki Taku's struggle.

He leaned on his katana to withstand the force of the ground beneath his feet, which was as brittle as paper, and plowed out furrows dozens of meters long.

"Bam—!"

A few seconds later, it finally stopped.

Iwasaki Kawaitaku's smile was rampant. With a swing of his arm, the famous sword in his hand, which had been passed down for thousands of years, seemed to be a resurrected flood of ferocious beasts. Blood-red flames, almost black, were released from within, exuding an abyss-like murderous aura.

“…”

Zhang Jingqing remained silent. The katana, wreathed in black flames, was devouring his golden light like a vengeful ghost from the realm of hungry ghosts.

As the leader of the righteous path who had dominated the martial arts world for decades, he had encountered this situation before.

Everything in the universe has its counterpart, and the Golden Light Mantra is merely a life-protecting technique of Longhu Mountain; it is far from being able to suppress all other techniques in the world.

What worries him is that the rampant black flames are growing stronger without end.

"It can even break through the Celestial Master's golden light? That's unbelievable..."

The Shangqing Sect Leader narrowed his eyes, noticing something amiss. In terms of life cultivation and swordsmanship alone, the old Japanese man could barely hold his own against the Celestial Master's golden light. However, the weapon he wielded was exceptionally fierce, not only narrowing the gap between them but also launching a counterattack.

"Can you trap him?"

Zhang Jingqing spoke up to ask a question, and the golden light around him dissipated. His old but powerful five fingers began to be surrounded by lightning. He intended to activate his lightning magic and use the most powerful killing methods to decide the outcome in an instant.

"If you can trap them, then you can kill them?"

The Shangqing Sect Leader smiled calmly, awaiting an answer worthy of his trump card.

"Yes," Zhang Jingqing replied without hesitation.

For him, the vast beaches and seas were the biggest obstacle, not the sinister katana. As long as he could restrict the area and cut off the possibility of the Japanese monsters escaping, he was confident he could kill them.

"Alright, let's all go together then."

"Boom!!!"

Thunder roared high in the sky, its terrifying power reverberating in all directions, tearing apart the oppressive dark clouds one after another with lightning bolts that seemed to roam like dragons.

In that instant, Iwasaki Taku felt two unprecedented threats, one from the void and the other from underground. Those two elderly superhumans were more troublesome than he had imagined.

Faced with the imminent threat of death, he decided to fight to the death. This master of the Araki-ryu swordsmanship abandoned defense and switched to offense.

"call out--!"

As the afterimage vanished and reappeared, a fierce slash, accompanied by the black flame katana, struck straight at the throat of the Shangqing Sect Leader.

"boom!!!"

Taku Iwasaki was struck first by Zhang Jingqing's palm lightning, which was right next to him. The dense black flames tried to resist, but were still pierced through, emitting a shrill wail, as if there was a living thing living inside.

“Zizzizi!!!”

Suddenly, the palm lightning surged, and thirty-six thick bolts of lightning, under Zhang Jingqing's complete control, forcefully forced Iwasaki Kawataka back.

The head of the Shangqing sect calmly chanted incantations, undisturbed by the outside world. He always believed that with the protection of the Heavenly Master, the thief could not threaten him.

Immediately afterwards, the majestic phantom behind the old man began to form hand seals, and the surrounding world became extremely oppressive. A transparent, ancient cauldron slowly condensed its initial form and rose from the ground, imprisoning Iwasaki Kawataka, Zhang Jingqing, and the spellcaster together.