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

Jiang Mo strolled through the mountains, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, breathing in the fresh air. Before he knew it, he had returned to his dormitory in the sect, found some clothes, and went to take a bath to cleanse himself.

Half an hour later, Jiang Mo, dressed in white and looking refreshed, arrived at Siming Hall to meet his senior brother Si Chong.

The old man was engrossed in reading a thick biology book, completely unaware of Jiang Mo's arrival.

"Senior brother, your tea has gone cold. Shall I heat it up for you?"

Jiang Mo sat down on the armchair beside him, gently holding the teacup in his right hand. He released his true qi, which permeated the ceramic, warming the tea and causing wisps of white smoke to rise.

Hearing a familiar voice beside him, Su Chong's thoughts were pulled back to reality. Seeing that it was Jiang Mo, he put down his book, a broad, joyful laugh spreading across his aged face, and said in a loud voice:

"Just a little while ago, those brats came to me and were all so excited, saying that you led them down the mountain and killed dozens of Japanese soldiers."

"It's all thanks to these little guys; I was only responsible for the enemy's ninja leader."

Jiang Mo felt the trip was worthwhile. All three disciples had gained valuable experience, especially Chengzhen, who was already showing signs of becoming a leader and would surely become a pillar of the sect in the future.

Thinking of this, he handed the teacup to Si Chong and said, "Come, senior brother, have some tea."

"Tell me, junior brother, what are you looking at that's so engrossed in?"

"Look...the composition of human cells."

Si Chong pointed earnestly to the chapter titles in the book and read them aloud to Jiang Mo, word by word, adding a touch of感慨:

"Junior brother, you know what, this book written by a foreigner is really interesting. I've been reading it for days and can't put it down."

"The concept of the human body mentioned therein is from a different perspective compared to the medical practices we have. According to them, the human body develops from countless embryonic stem cells, and these cells are so tiny that they cannot be seen with the naked eye."

Jiang Mo smiled slightly, picked up the teapot, took another porcelain cup, poured himself some tea, and then continued the conversation with a joke:

"Read more books when you have time; it's good to broaden your horizons. Would your junior brother ever harm you?"

"The authors of these foreign books discovered their valuable theories only after countless setbacks and failures."

Suddenly, I realized that this junior brother was no longer just a martial artist; after years of wandering, he had become incredibly learned.

"Junior brother, could it be that you saw all of this during your previous travels?"

Jiang Mo took a small sip of tea to moisten his throat before speaking:

"I guess so. I have some knowledge of overseas cultures, after all, it's not just people from the East who would covet our land."

"Understanding the outside world is essential; otherwise, without the aid of information, you'll be kept in the dark and easily suffer losses."

"yes...."

Si Chong let out a long sigh of relief and agreed, "Like this time, the weapons and foreign books that you asked Uncle Jin'er to get have brought a lot of changes to the sect. All the young men like them."

"If you like it, that's good. I'll come up with something more interesting in a while."

Jiang Mo plans to purchase a batch of new weapons, but he forgot to write it down on a note last time. Now that he remembers the M1 anti-tank rocket launcher, he will have to contact Lu You when he has time.

Si Chong stroked his beard and smiled: "Go ahead and do it. You're the sect leader, so go ahead and do whatever you want. Your senior brother will definitely support you."

"it is good."

Jiang Mo chatted with the old man for a while, then left without disturbing his reading.

The bright moon illuminated the stone bricks in the courtyard of the Dao Palace, making them appear frosty white. Jiang Mo walked to the gate, sat on the stone steps, and gazed at the night view of heaven and earth.

The undulating mountains lie across the earth like the spine of a giant beast, appearing and disappearing intermittently. The countless stars, as fine as grains of sand, are etched into the dark, distant depths of the starry sky.

"What night is without a moon? What place is without bamboo and cypress? But there are few idle people like the two of us."

He murmured the ancient poem softly, and suddenly remembered a summer night many years ago when his senior brother and he had stood here to admire the moon. He couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Sitting quietly on the stone steps, listening to the chirping of insects and animals in the mountains, he let his mind wander and enjoyed the peaceful night.

Late into the night, Jiang Mo anticipated that the photographer from the foot of the mountain would arrive in a few days to deliver the photo album, and he casually untied the thunderclouds that had been used to seal the mountain from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, another pale white Qi net flipped from his palm, fell to the ground, and slowly covered the entire mountain where the Sanyi Sect was located.

In an instant, a white Qi-forging blueprint condensed in his hand, and Jiang Mo could clearly sense the surrounding wind and grass.

The ways in which Qi is used have been expanded.

He sank that enormous Qi network underground, constantly drawing upon earth Qi to maintain its operation, forming the rudimentary form of a protective array for the sect.

Chapter 114 The Treasure Land of the Forging Profound Sect

in the afternoon.

The disciples were all practicing shooting at the shooting range on the back mountain. As if rushing over to urge them on, Jiang Mo, who had nothing to do, prepared a pot of tea and sat at the desk near the window on the third floor of the Sutra Repository, gently turning the pages of the books. The rustling sound of the paper echoed in the quiet floor.

"The definition and types of microorganisms..."

"Bacteria, actinomycetes, fungi, viruses, mycoplasma, chlamydia..."

After staring at the pages for a long time, Jiang Mo had roughly skimmed through the chapter and suddenly a guess occurred to him:

"The disciples of Yun Cang Valley have established a strong relationship with the seabirds they raise by combining secret medicines, Qi, and methods of taming them day and night, thus enabling them to roam the four directions..."

"I've seen quite a few techniques for controlling beasts during my travels in the Northern Desert."

“Beasts are life forms. Although they are not yet intelligent, they are vastly different from plants, trees, soil, and rocks. Most microorganisms possess the ability to live independently. If they could be controlled like beasts, it would be very interesting. At least it would be a completely new path that no one has ever trod before.”

"If we continue to delve deeper, combining the cultivation of Qi with the analysis and control of microorganisms, using them to improve the body, gather intelligence... and even as a means of attack, the achievements are worth looking forward to..."

Despite his speculations, Jiang Mo found it difficult to put them into practice.

Firstly, he had not practiced any specific beast-taming techniques. Secondly, the number of microorganisms was too large, and taming them and selecting suitable species for cultivation would be difficult, time-consuming, and yield low results.

Instead of wasting time on this, he might as well go find the Five Elements of Ultimate Essence and rebuild his physical body.

"Ta! Tat! Tat!"

With light footsteps, Lu Jin leaped over the stairs and went straight to the third floor of the pavilion, bringing some good news:

"Uncle-Master, the group photo we took before was sent by Master Fan from down the mountain. It's right below."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo chuckled, stopped reading, closed the heavy biological tome, and without the slightest hesitation, got up to leave.

"You're only arriving now? Let's go take a look."

At Siming Hall, Director Fan, who was responsible for delivering the photos, was patiently waiting, holding a stack of photos wrapped and sealed in white paper in both hands.

"Mr. Fan, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I apologize for not greeting you properly."

Jiang Mo walked towards them, crossed the threshold, and went straight into the hall to talk.

"Master Jiang, please don't be so polite."

The owner of the museum, Fan, was dressed in a brown suit and had regular features. He was a middle-aged man around 40 years old. Upon seeing Jiang Mo, he quickly handed over the heavy envelope containing the photo album.

"Here, these are your family's photos. Every single one of them is flawless when developed. There are 180 photos in total."

"Mr. Lu You has already paid the previous fees. Let me check it for you."

"Thank you for making such a long trip, Master Fan."

Jiang Mo smiled and thanked him, then took the package and unpacked it. His eyes swept over each black and white photo, and he was quite satisfied, finding no fault with it.

"Indeed, it's flawless. Thank you for your hard work, Master Fan."

"Look at what you're saying. Developing photos is just our job as artisans, isn't it?"

Seeing that the deal was successfully concluded, Master Fan exchanged a few pleasantries and then hurriedly took his leave.

"Master Jiang, I have some business to attend to and need to go back first. If you want to film again another day, just remember to ask Young Master Lu to contact me, and I'll give you a discount."

"Alright, Master Fan, then I won't see you off any further."

After the photographer left, Jiang Mo and Lu Jin began to select photos for everyone. In addition to 10 group photos taken at the sect's major landmarks, each person had about 11 photos.

As the head of the family, Jiang Mo has the most group photos, with 20.

"Uncle-Master, look at this photo, it makes you look so young."

Lu Jin was drawn to a certain photo, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to show it to Jiang Mo.

The picture shows a group photo of Lu Jin, Cheng Zhen, and Jiang Mo. They stand in front of an ancient palace, their faces handsome and their demeanor refined.

Especially Jiang Mo, who was in the center, had a faint smile on his lips and clear but restrained eyes. Compared with the two people beside him, he appeared very easygoing.

"Is that so...? You are indeed quite young."

Jiang Mo glanced at the photo Lu Jin handed him, looking at his still youthful appearance, feeling both familiar and strange.

Since finding the true method to break through the triple reversal of life in the icy plains, his body has shown a trend of reverse growth, and the injuries and illnesses accumulated in his body in his early years due to various reasons have been gradually eradicated.

Ultimately, following his own will, his body froze at the age of around twenty, full of vitality and showing no signs of aging, like a dormant volcano, constantly bursting forth with surging life force.

Seeing that Jiang Mo seemed lost in thought, Lu Jin shared another photo, her voice overflowing with joy: "Uncle-Master, look, this is me and you."

"Hmm? Jin'er..."

Jiang Mo lowered his head and gazed at the black and white photo. He was rubbing Lu Jin's head with one hand, looking like a kind teacher, but his appearance seemed somewhat out of place.

"Boss Fan took some really good photos, making you look like a child."

Even so, Jiang Mo particularly liked this photo, holding it for a long time and looking at it more and more, feeling that it resembled his senior brother.

The two spent a long time selecting photos, nearly half an hour before finishing.

"Jin'er, remember to distribute the photos to everyone later;"

Jiang Mo put away his own photo, then suddenly remembered something and casually reminded him, "Also, your friend who wants to visit our mountain gate, write to him in two days and he can come over."

"Yes, Uncle-Master, I understand."

Lu Jin was worried about messing up her senior brothers' photos, so she carefully separated them with white paper, afraid of leaving any wrinkles if she was not careful.

Seeing his serious expression, Jiang Mo smiled and turned to leave.

The cemetery on the back hill.

Holding incense and burning prayers, Jiang Mo stood devoutly before his senior brother's tombstone, recounting recent trivial matters.

The ceremony is over.

Holding a group photo of the three of them, he murmured to himself, "Chengzhen has grown up, and Senior Brother Sichong has grown old, but you are no longer here."

"Senior brother...I wanted to buy osmanthus flowers and share wine, but it will never be like the carefree days of our youth."

Longing fades with the wind. Perhaps so that his senior brother, separated by life and death, could see the photo more clearly, a wisp of crimson flame overflowed from Jiang Mo's fingertips, instantly devouring the group photo and turning it into wisps of ashes that drifted away.

He stayed at the cemetery for a long time, just like his senior brother used to silently supervise him as he practiced Qi cultivation. It wasn't until evening, after dusk, that Jiang Mo's figure disappeared from the forest.

......

There are many natural caves on the back of Sanyi Mountain. Taking advantage of the bright moonlight, Jiang Mo followed the winding and continuous stone steps to the top of the mountain.

Looking around, one sees countless natural caves of varying sizes scattered everywhere.

The predecessors and disciples of the sect often came here to cultivate in seclusion, and Jiang Mo was no exception.

Time flies, and following the path of memory, he arrived at the remote cave where he had once broken through two levels of defense.

"Wow——!"

In the dark, cool cave, as Jiang Mo arrived, flames surged on the rock walls, transforming into clusters of illuminating flames.

"It's time to create a training ground for the sect. The reversal state of the second-level disciples may be well established, but ultimately, without being broken down, they cannot transform."

Recalling the scene of his body being tempered on the icy plains, Jiang Mo felt deeply that it was harsh. The biting cold wind tore at his body time and time again. He was tempered by heaven and earth. The environment was too harsh. Even he, who was at the peak of the second level, was on the verge of death several times.

The disciples within the sect now have the true methods to cultivate with, but when they reach the end of the second level, they still cannot avoid having to rely on external forces to tear apart the reverse life state time and time again.

This makes the muscles, bones, blood, and flesh stronger and stronger, until a certain limit is reached. When constructing the reverse life state, the final barrier is broken through, reaching the three levels, realizing the flawless transformation of Qi, and returning to the true nature of the mysterious life.

Rather than having them follow his example and retreat to the icy plains, it would be better to personally create a precious place for honing rebirth and reconstruction.

Jiang Mo had long planned for the sect's long-term development, hoping everyone could reach the third level. His encounter with Zhang Zhiwei's request to hone his Golden Light in the fishing village accelerated this process.

In the stillness of the night, Jiang Mo bent down in the cave and activated his true power. His right hand glowed with a grayish-white aura. When it touched the hard ground, the rocks in front of him crumbled, and the surging sand and gravel collapsed downwards like flowing water.

"Boom!!!"

In an instant, Jiang Mo carved out an underground cave resembling a Bagua furnace. He then inscribed some of the true techniques in the form of runes at the bottom of the cave to guide the natural Qi that was free from the heavens and earth, and to continuously transform it into the corresponding Qi source to maintain the operation of the treasure land.

After making the basic preparations, Jiang Mo released the Blazing Silver True Qi within his body, transforming the cave walls of the Eight Trigrams Furnace Cave. Without any obstruction, the fragile rock structure would not be able to withstand the Qi Thunder he would store next.

With true qi forming a barrier, one can rest easy for at least several decades, let alone a hundred years.

The process of forging the walls of the Bagua Furnace Cave was quite lengthy. As the saying goes, slow and steady wins the race, and every effort yields its reward. Jiang Mo strived to make the cave walls as sturdy as possible, and it took six hours to complete the forging.