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

Gu Qingying told Jiang Mo all the precautions, such as not letting the Gu worms near fire, not feeding them raw meat, not letting them get wet in the rain, etc.

"The Wind-Following Gu is very fragile; its function dictates that it cannot simultaneously possess a strong physique and a special venom."

"In addition, its intelligence is similar to that of a young child. Master Jiang, I would like to trouble you to take good care of it."

Jiang Mo humbly accepted the reminder and nodded in response, "Okay."

Then, he politely declined the siblings' offer to stay and help, explaining:

"The grudges in the Central Plains are none of your concern; I have already taken care of them properly."

"In addition, I also have something to give you, but it will take a few hours. If you two would like to pay your respects to your senior brother first, then let my junior nephew Zhuge take you there."

Jiang Mo temporarily entrusted the Shunfeng Gu to Gu Qingying for care.

"Then my brother and I will go to pay our respects to Master Zuo first, and then wait here for you. We apologize for the inconvenience."

"Just go."

......

Night falls.

Behind the mountain, Zhuge Yu, Lu Jin, and Cheng Zhen, carrying torches, led Gu Xuanchuan and his sister along a secluded and cool forest path, heading straight for the cemetery.

"We've arrived, you two. Our master lies in eternal rest there."

Suddenly, Chengzhen stopped. Right in front of him was a newly built tomb, with his mentor Zuo Ruotong's name branded in red lacquer on the tombstone.

"Thank you, fellow Daoists."

With a solemn expression, Gu Xuanchuan and his sister walked forward, knelt and kowtowed before the grave, and silently mourned.

a long time.

Gu Qingying took out a bone flute from the cloth bag, held it to her lips, and gently played an ancient song that echoed in the silent mountain forest.

This is the way the Thousand Bones Cave lineage commemorates their ancestors, containing the blessings believed by generations of people, which can allow the souls of the deceased to rest eternally in the mountains, rivers, lakes, and lakes, undisturbed by the mortal world.

Crystalline tears streamed down the girl's cheeks as childhood memories surfaced: the image of the white-haired man holding her hand as they went fishing in the mountain stream, as if it were yesterday.

Gu Qingying suppressed her grief and played a mournful flute, while Gu Xuanchuan remained kneeling, his hands clasped together, chanting obscure and ancient syllables, which were also incantations used in sacrificial rites.

Chengzhen, Lu Jin, and Zhuge Yu, upon seeing the grave, all sighed silently in remembrance of their loved ones.

The worship ceremony lasted nearly half an hour.

Finally, with a dejected expression, Gu Xuanchuan took out a handful of black incense sticks, lit a tinderbox, and slowly lit them to offer sacrifices on behalf of the elders and seniors to the Left Sect Leader.

......

A pond.

In the stillness of the night, Jiang Mo sat cross-legged on the shore, channeling his profound inner energy, his silver hair blazing in the wind.

A massive amount of primordial energy flowed out of his body in an orderly fashion, slowly forming a blurry human figure sitting opposite him.

Given the complex situation in the Southern Frontier, Jiang Mo plans to present the reversal effect of 'Human World Within Reach' in the form of a simple talisman, so that he can be immediately teleported there when traces of demons are discovered in the Thousand Bone Cave.

"call...."

With his eyes closed, Jiang Mo could clearly hear his heartbeat. He focused intently on condensing the shimmering white figure until it became more and more like him, almost solidifying.

Several hours passed quietly, and the body, constructed from primordial Qi, gradually shrank and began to contain its inner Qi.

When Jiang Mo opened his eyes again, a blazing silver talisman was floating in front of him. Its light dimmed at a visible speed, and all the Qi was completely sealed inside, unable to leak out.

"Southern Xinjiang... Southern Xinjiang..."

"Someday, I'll have to go there..."

The clear, cold voice caused ripples to spread across the pool, and the figure who had been sitting cross-legged rose and left.

......

Ugly time.

Upon returning to his sect, Jiang Mo saw that the lights on the fourth floor of the Scripture Pavilion were still on, so he went straight up.

Chengzhen and Zhuge Yu were waiting with the two guests from the southern border.

"Uncle Master."

"Master Jiang."

Gu Xuanchuan looked tired and his voice was a little hoarse. He had been traveling non-stop since he set off.

Gu Qingying, who was beside him, was already fast asleep.

"Young friend Gu, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Jiang Mo stepped forward, handed him the refined talisman paper, and said:

"Whether you find the whereabouts of those two demons in the future, or your Thousand Bone Cave is in danger, you only need to tear this talisman, and I will arrive in an instant."

"this...?!"

Gu Xuanchuan's drowsiness vanished instantly, replaced by alertness. He was certain he hadn't misheard, but was still extremely surprised, and asked again:

"Master Jiang, is your talisman really so miraculous that it can cross mountains and rivers?"

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Under the young man's extremely surprised gaze, Jiang Mo clearly stated, "Yes, be sure to hide it well; it will come in handy at a critical moment."

"Xuanchuan understands, thank you for your gift."

The talisman was unremarkable, yet it gave Gu Xuanchuan a strange and mysterious aura that made him feel at ease.

The teleportation methods circulating in the Southern Frontier, such as magic arrays, escape techniques, and secret Gu, are all precious items, but this is the first time he has encountered one that can achieve a similar effect with talismans.

"It's getting late. Chengzhen, Zhuge, quickly arrange two rooms for the guests from the Thousand Bone Cave to rest."

Jiang Mo also felt exhausted. Making talismans was not easy and had consumed countless amounts of his innate Qi. Even though he could draw on the natural Qi that was free from the heavens and earth to replenish himself, he still needed time to recover.

Chengzhen nodded slightly, gently nudged the girl's shoulder to wake her, then turned to look at Gu Xuanchuan and said:

"Gentlemen, now that our business is finished, please come with me to our quarters to rest."

"Then it'll be hard work."

Gu Xuanchuan pulled up his half-asleep sister, who rubbed her eyes and walked unsteadily. Before leaving, she didn't forget to give the Shunfeng Gu to Jiang Mo.

"Master Jiang... I'll leave Little White with you for now..."

"it is good."

The white silkworm, without any hesitation, detached itself from its owner's soft hand and curled up in Jiang Mo's palm, slowly falling asleep.

"Dada! Dada! Dada!!"

The sound of the four people's footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared into the library.

Jiang Mo lightly grasped the Wind-Following Gu, leaped out of the window, and his afterimage disappeared into the cool night. He returned to his dormitory to meditate.

That night.

Gu Xuanchuan learned from Chengzhen about all the recent changes in the Sanyi Sect, especially the demon they were searching for, who was the root of all the trouble. Anger rose from the bottom of his heart and became uncontrollable.

As the hour of Yin approached, he activated the 'Wind-Following Gu' he carried with him to contact several elders in the Thousand Bone Cave.

Unlike Gu Qingying's white silkworm, his Wind-Following Gu was like blood jade, about the size of two fingers, and extremely intelligent, with its dark eyes revealing a strong evil nature.

“Tick-tock…”

Gu Xuanchuan bit his index finger, and a drop of blood fell, which he used to feed the Shunfeng Gu.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!!!"

The Gu worm hummed softly, and three streams of blood energy overflowed from its fat mouth, hovering in the air, gradually vibrating, and an aged voice emanated from it.

"Chuan'er, how did things go?"

The crimson light on the right trembled slightly, clearly indicating an inquiry from one of the elders behind it.

“Reporting to Grandfather, Qingying and I have already paid our respects to the Left Gate Master.”

"The situation in the Central Plains has been intense recently. A battle broke out between the Quanxing and Sanyi sects, where the Demon Lord is located, but it has now ended."

“Grandfather, elders, please allow me to explain slowly.”

After a preliminary review, Gu Xuanchuan recounted all the fragmented information he had gathered along the way, as well as the details he learned after arriving at the Sanyi Sect, to the three elders.

In an instant, a faint sigh echoed in the room. The blood energy in the middle of the communication bridge built by the Wind-Following Gu sighed:

"Quanxing? That's the den of evil of the Central Plains people. It has always plagued many places and has a huge influence. I didn't expect that the junior brother of the Left Sect Master could destroy it by force. How fortunate."

"As for the demon using the coffin of death to evade karma, we will investigate his whereabouts."

Gu Xuanchuan knelt on one knee and asked the three elders for instructions:

"Should I return to the southern border, or stay at the Sanyi Gate to observe the changing situation?"

"Now that the matter is settled and someone is in charge, Xuanchuan, you should stay at Sanyi Gate for a few days before returning home."

"it is good."

Gu Xuanchuan obeyed the instructions of the three elders.

At this moment, his Wind-Following Gu seemed unable to withstand the pressure and was trembling in pain, its voice becoming sharp and piercing.

The Central Plains and Southern Xinjiang are far apart, making it difficult to maintain contact.

Seeing that the Gu worms were about to reach their limit, Gu Xuanchuan waved his hand and chanted an ancient incantation, causing the blood energy in the air to dissipate one after another.

.........

In the remote, deep forests of southern Xinjiang.

Ancient, verdant trees densely cover the surrounding area, where a secluded tribe dwells.

The wooden houses stand side by side, numbering nearly a hundred, and the bustling Gu people work the land from dawn till dusk.

As children and teenagers chased and played, the crisscrossing village paths suddenly became a scene of chaos.

On the bank of a rice paddy nourished by a stream, a lonely figure sat.

The man seemed like a being abandoned by gods and ghosts, with a thick, decadent aura lingering around him. He was hunched over, his head bowed, gazing at the clear river water.

Since fleeing here nearly a month ago, Li Muxuan's mood has become increasingly depressed. Despite the help of the tribe's elders, the sect leader still shows no signs of waking up.

In the words of this lineage of witchcraft, it seems that the soul residing in the spirit platform has suffered severe damage, almost like a living dead, and whether it can wake up depends entirely on fate.

In addition, Li Muxuan was plagued by nightmares every night, witnessing Duan Shangren's head being ripped off. Even his blood relatives were not spared, each having their heads chopped off and cursing him with resentment.

What distressed him most was that a certain young girl kept asking him about the reason for the sect leader's serious injury. Later, he learned from Granny Liu that it was the sect leader's daughter, Feng Ying.

Li Muxuan had the words on the tip of his tongue several times, but he still felt it was cruel and didn't dare to tell Feng Ying. He was trembling with fear in his heart.

He would rather die than have the courage to tell the girl everything that had happened to him recently...

Just as Li Muxuan was feeling melancholy and almost couldn't breathe, a familiar voice rang out from behind him.

"Brother Li, what are you doing here?"

It's Feng Ying's voice!!!

In an instant, Li Muxuan's heart almost stopped beating. His expression changed slightly, and he turned around stiffly.

The girl who came into view had eyes like deep springs, wore strange clothes and silver ornaments, had two braids, and looked haggard and sad.

"Did you secretly shed tears again?"

Feng Ying noticed the tear stains at the corners of Li Muxuan's eyes and asked with some concern:

"You don't look well, how about we go to Uncle Aku's to get some medicine?"

"No...no need..."

Li Muxuan's voice was hoarse, and out of guilt, he almost dared not look the girl in the eye.

For countless days and nights, Feng Ying stood silently by the sect leader's stone bed, while he could only stand behind her, filled with regret. Every second felt like an eternity.

"Ah Ying, I'm a little tired, I'll go back first."

Li Muxuan guessed why the girl had come to find him, but he didn't want to, and dared not, tell her the truth. He could only give her a perfunctory answer and prepared to leave.