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

"Xiao Lu, don't fall too far behind, and Shui Yun too, you two need to be more diligent."

Chengzhen had high expectations for his two junior brothers' cultivation achievements. As their senior brother, he naturally wanted to see his disciples go further than he had, just like the Sanyi sages of all ages, who stumbled and struggled along this long and winding road.

Heaven has not failed them; finally, after thousands of years, the dawn has broken.

Under the guidance of my master, what a glorious sight it would be if everyone were to reach the third level in the future.

Is there any hope?

I guess so.

Chengzhen held this belief firmly in his heart, unwavering, just as he had always believed that his master could break through the limits of human capability.

"Uncle-Master, shouldn't we go back? Staying here too long will make everyone worry."

Lu Jin asked Jiang Mo, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Azure Gate, looking at the three juniors with great interest.

"I'm controlling the time; I'll wait until you've recovered before I leave."

"Let's go."

Jiang Mo got up and left the Heavenly Kingdom with the three of them. The sea outside was quiet, the night breeze was refreshing, and the bright moon hung high in the deep sky.

"I wonder how the others are doing. Have they completed the interception and returned to their base by now?" Shuiyun wondered.

"Perhaps, we'll know when we get back. I hope everyone is doing well." Lu Jin was worried about her uncles and aunts.

Jiang Mo remained optimistic, saying, "Their strength is quite interesting, not weak at all. It's highly likely that they can successfully intercept and kill them. As for casualties, they are inevitable."

"After all, no matter how much they despise the strange people of the East, it is undeniable that there are some outstanding individuals among them."

Upon hearing this, Chengzhen became quite curious and took the opportunity to inquire, "Uncle-Master, why did you give such an evaluation? Was the ninja leader who was your enemy before so powerful, or did you encounter them when you were traveling?"

"That ninja leader is not that formidable. He lost his composure in less than ten days in the Heavenly Kingdom, exhausting himself and using all sorts of ninjutsu non-stop. If we keep him locked up for a few more decades, his soul will be destroyed, and taking his life will be as easy as turning my hand."

Jiang Mo briefly described the battle in the Heavenly Kingdom, and then recounted a past event:

“In the years before I went down the mountain to travel, I also encountered some foreign masters who were indeed difficult to deal with. Even if I defeated them, these foreign visitors still had the ability to escape.”

"There are always people better than you. Don't limit your vision to the domestic world. Even enemies overseas need to be treated with caution."

"Understood, Uncle-Master."

The three disciples listened patiently, and couldn't help but wonder just how powerful those foreign experts who were able to escape from their master's hands must be.

"Come on, I'll take you back."

Jiang Mo waved his hand and landed, causing clouds of energy to rise everywhere. He led the group across the sky back to the fishing village.

......

Late at night, on the coastal beach of the base, four white figures walked by chatting and laughing. They were always the first to arrive, whether they were going to meet someone to provide assistance or returning from a mission.

"Uncle-Master, you're truly amazing!!!"

Having experienced the thrill of riding the wind and controlling the Qi, Shuiyun was extremely excited, and his admiration for his martial uncle rose to a new level.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he have believed that in an era where firearms were on the rise and all other methods were declining, there could be such mysterious supernatural powers, allowing one to fly thousands of meters through the air and traverse hundreds of miles?

"This is just a method of using Qi that comes with breaking through the third level. I wasn't very good at it at first, and I only knew the general usage. After more practice, I can use it at will."

Jiang Mo patted Shui Yun on the shoulder and encouraged her, "The revitalization of the sect still depends on young people like you."

"You must cultivate diligently and break through to the third level, understand? Don't slack off. Next time, it's your turn to pick me up."

"This disciple will do his utmost to live up to the expectations of my master."

Shuiyun never imagined that his martial uncle would have such high expectations of him. He secretly kept it in mind. Since his martial uncle was such a great figure in front of him, it was not hopeless for him to break through to the third level. After all, who could say what would happen in the future?

Soon, the four returned to their camp, attracting a crowd of onlookers and thunderous cheers.

"Master Jiang, you're finally back! Thank you for your hard work!!"

"Master Jiang, you're full of vigor! Well done!!"

Those from the three extraordinary families who knew about the battle situation at the front, or the disciples of Yanwu Hall, were all shouting and cheering. Their enthusiastic and thunderous voices filled Lu Jin and his companions with a sense of pride. The Sanyi Sect had not declined... but had become even stronger.

Jiang Mo glanced around the entire area, responded with a polite smile, and walked towards the central tent to meet the three heads of the family and Liu Wei.

"Master Jiang, you're finally back. You've worked so hard."

Lu Xuan quickly got up and went forward to comfort him. Especially when he saw the full energy emanating from his own child, he was even more reassured that the boy was definitely not injured and was full of life.

"All is well. Where are the other fellow Daoists?" Jiang Mo asked casually, wanting to know the specific battle situation.

"They're all on their way back. Although there were casualties, fortunately, the enemy was completely annihilated," Lu Xuan frankly told him.

"it is good."

After exchanging pleasantries with them briefly, Jiang Mo asked Lu Jin to chat with his father, and then took Chengzhen and Shuiyun back to the tent where the Sanyi Sect was located.

About half an hour later, a restrained voice sounded outside the tent:

"Junior Zhong Che of Yun Cang Valley, I have taken the liberty of visiting Sect Leader Jiang. Knowing that you have returned late at night, I have prepared a simple meal to offer you. Would you mind letting me in?"

Jiang Mo, who was chatting with his disciples, slightly raised his head, stared at the thin figure outside the tent, and said, "Come in."

The curtain was lifted, and a young man in a long black robe entered, head bowed, carrying several large bowls of steaming hot bean rice and a pot of tea. His movements were stiff and tense as he hurriedly placed them in front of Jiang Mo, saying earnestly:

"Master Jiang, please forgive me for disturbing you so late at night."

"It's alright, little one, there's no need for forgiveness. I should be thanking you for your kindness."

Seeing that he seemed preoccupied and hesitant to speak, Jiang Mo asked gently, "What's wrong? Do you know me? Or do you have some connection with the Trinity Sect?"

"No."

Zhong Che did not answer, but instead bowed three times and nine times to Jiang Mo. After the ceremony, he slowly said:

“My father was poisoned by the Quanxing demon and died with his eyes wide open. Not long ago, I heard that the man who killed my father died at your hands, so I was grateful. I am fortunate to have met you this time, so I have come to visit you to express my gratitude.”

"Is that so? Then it must be fate. Thank you for your hospitality."

Jiang Mo remembered this handsome and refined young man.

"It's late, I won't disturb you any longer. Please continue your conversation with your two senior brothers." Zhong Che clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, then took his leave.

Jiang Mo gazed at the steaming bean rice, poured tea for his two disciples, and invited them to enjoy it together.

Since mastering the Three Ones True Method, which allows him to absorb various natural energies from heaven and earth to replenish his nutrients and maintain a full state of life, Jiang Mo has been eating less and less.

The coarse bean rice wasn't very tasty, but it was warm enough, and Jiang Mo didn't waste a single bit of this kindness.

After the meal, he sipped his tea and spent the long night answering Chengzhen and Shuiyun's questions, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

At the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), the roar of ships could be heard from the waters near the fishing village; a convoy was returning.

Inside the tent, Jiang Mo taught Shui Yun the details of refining fire qi, while Cheng Zhen listened attentively and learned a great deal.

In an instant, hurried footsteps approached from afar, mixed with four different breaths of energy, followed closely by Lu Jin's voice.

"Uncle-Master, Zhang Tianshi from Longhu Mountain requests an audience. Is it convenient for you?"

"Come in--"

Lu Jin led Zhang Jingqing, Zhang Zhiwei, and Tian Jinzhong in. As soon as they met, Jiang Mo noticed a faint smell of blood and his gaze fell on Tian Jinzhong's severed arm, making a guess.

"Master Jiang, I am truly ashamed to visit you so late at night."

Zhang Jingqing seemed a little embarrassed. Although they were allies, his relationship with this Jiang Sect Leader was not even ordinary; they had only met a few times.

"There's no need to feel ashamed. The battle at Longhu Mountain did cause trouble for your Celestial Master's Mansion."

Jiang Mo smiled faintly: "Master, there's no need to beat around the bush. Just get to the point."

"Alright, thank you, Master Jiang."

Zhang Jingqing bowed slightly in greeting, and then recounted Tian Jinzhong's ordeal in detail, seeking Jiang Mo's help to cure him.

"Tian... Jinzhong? I remember you, Lord Lu once mentioned you to me."

"A severed arm is no problem, come here."

Jiang Mo waved to him, signaling him to come forward.

Seeing that his severed arm might be repaired, Zhang Zhiwei helped his weak junior brother approach. This was the first time he had been so close to the head of the Sanyi Sect. His fair skin and jet-black hair were perfectly natural, showing no signs of aging.

Majestic mountains and ethereal immortals—that was Zhang Zhiwei's immediate impression.

"This junior... greets Sect Leader Jiang, I'm sorry to have troubled you..."

Tian Jinzhong was pale, his lips were white, and his right arm was wrapped in white cotton cloth, from which dark red blood seeped out.

"Relax, it's okay."

Jiang Mo was very approachable. While comforting Tian Jinzhong, he covered the injured right arm with his hand. The cotton cloth covering the arm instantly turned into energy, revealing half of the arm that had been burned and was now a bloody mess.

"how so..."

Looking at the withered arm, which still showed signs of turning to ashes, Zhang Zhiwei's expression changed drastically. He clearly remembered that when he cut off the forearm, the evil flames had not spread over, but now they were still silently devouring his junior brother's body.

Chapter 112 The True Law of Night Royalty

There were no flames swirling around the severed arm wound, but the flesh was constantly decaying. Dense, blood-red lines spread from the elbow joint to the entire arm, resembling the grotesque marks of a centipede crawling. The right third of the body was within the area affected by the spread.

Although the malevolent aura was extremely thin, it still permeated the tent, causing Chengzhen and the others to change their expressions slightly. They knew from their intuition how troublesome this thing was, and if they didn't suppress it, the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion probably wouldn't even make it through the night.

"Has it really gotten that serious?"

Zhang Jingqing clenched his fists. He stood to the side, watching his disciple suffer from illness, and sighed deeply. The feeling of helplessness was so profound.

"Could it be that the flames, upon contact with my junior brother's body, have already entered his body through his blood and settled in various parts of his body, making them impossible to remove?"

Zhang Zhiwei was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. His expression was solemn. The more he guessed, the more uneasy he became. All signs pointed to his junior brother being in imminent danger.

"Master Jiang, do you think... I still have hope?"

Tian Jinzhong could feel the life force draining from his body at all times. The sensation in the right half of his body was very blurry and dull. His severed arm was like a dam bursting, and his blood and energy were flowing out in a torrent.

"Have."

Jiang Mo examined the damaged tendons and the faint traces of Qi remaining in the wound. He was initially taken aback, then fell into thought, and after a moment, he came to a conclusion:

"If I'm not mistaken, you were injured by a samurai of the Araki school from the East."

"Those who have mastered the swordsmanship of this lineage usually seek out renowned craftsmen to forge specially crafted demonic blades using ancestral secret methods, and then combine this with their own breathing techniques to release a kind of 'impure fire' Qi fire;"

Hearing his assessment, the two Zhangs were moved. Tian Jinzhong seemed to have found the key to breaking the deadlock and couldn't help but ask, "Master Jiang, have you also encountered them?"

"Yes, there were also people from other countries with supernatural abilities; we fought them back then."

Jiang Mo's hair gradually turned white, entering a triple rebirth state. His right hand came into contact with Tian Jinzhong's wound, and the dark brown Qi suddenly surged violently, trying to spread along his five fingers to fight against the blazing silver Yang Qi. In an instant, it turned into wisps of ashes.

Everyone held their breath, the atmosphere inside the tent so quiet you could hear a pin drop, waiting for Jiang Mo's further analysis.

"Yes, it's this power, almost identical to the flames that besieged me back then."

"Uncle-Master, is there a solution?"

As Chengzhen approached, he noticed that the strange qi had not yet given rise to impure fire, but it was like a cunning creature that, upon encountering danger, immediately retreated back into Tian Jinzhong's body.

As he inquired about countermeasures, everyone was on edge, not daring to breathe too loudly.

"It will take some time to remove the flames and repair the damaged body."

Jiang Mo made no attempt to hide anything and communicated with Zhang Jingqing: "I would like to trouble the Celestial Master and this young fellow Daoist to wait outside the tent. As for the life of your disciple, I can guarantee it."

"Very good, very good. Then I will leave it to Master Jiang. I am extremely grateful."

Zhang Jingqing quickly thanked him. He understood that the subsequent repair of the severed arm might involve sect secrets, so he left with Zhang Zhiwei without saying a word.

"Jin'er, Shuiyun, you should go with the Celestial Master. Chengzhen, stay behind."

"Alright, Uncle-Master."

Lu Jin accepted the order and retreated with Shui Yun.

Only three people remained inside the tent. Chengzhen helped Tian Jinzhong steady himself and comforted him with words:

"Junior Brother Tian, ​​don't worry. My injuries were more severe than yours, but I was still saved by our Uncle. Please trust him."

"Okay... thank you for your trouble, Master Jiang."

Tian Jin's inner panic eased slightly, especially when he saw Jiang Mo in front of him, with his frosty hair and icy skin, like an immortal. For some reason, he felt an extraordinary sense of trust.