Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

Jingming looked at the young man's face, his expression changing from arrogance to panic.

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Chapter 97 The disciple also helps his master to sever afflictions, attain enlightenment, transcend birth and death, and enter Nirvana.

"Is what the sect leader said true?"

The young man looked very grim, after all, his current power came from his father.

If his father were gone, he would naturally lose everything.

"It's almost the same."

Jingming looked at the young man in front of him and said softly.

Historically, the young man's father supported the reforms, but that was the final outcome; the underlying power struggles are anyone's guess.

"If the sect leader can save my father, I will definitely support him with all my might."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, the young man's brows relaxed slightly, and then he bowed to Jingming again.

He joined Quanxing just for fun, and he didn't care who became the leader of Quanxing.

Where is your father now?

Jingming nodded slightly, and then spoke.

"Changsha is a bit far from here."

Upon hearing that Jingming had agreed, the young man was overjoyed and quickly told him where his father was.

Changsha?

"Then you should be prepared for your father to die."

They are currently located at the border of Hunan and Guangxi provinces, quite a distance from Changsha, the military governor's office of Hunan province.

It would take at least two days to get back from here.

These two days are enough time for his father to die eight hundred times over.

"Do your best to obey fate."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, the young man sighed slightly and then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture before Jingming.

"Alright, in that case, let's set off now."

Jingming nodded, then walked directly out of the city.

When Jingming and his group entered Changsha, the entire city was placed under martial law.

"The day is fast approaching."

Looking at the military formations around him, which were constantly offering advice, Jingming couldn't help but frown.

"Sect Leader, please come with me."

Tan Zhemao, the son of Xiangdu, bowed and accompanied Jingming toward the governor's mansion.

"Young Master, what brings you back?"

As the gates of the Governor's Mansion opened, an old man's head peeked out from the crack in the door. Upon seeing Tan Zhemao, his entire body was revealed.

As soon as the old man arrived at Tan Zhemao's side, he began to patiently pat Tan Zhemao's clothes.

"Butler Wang, where is my father now?"

Tan Zhemao nodded to Jingming and the others, then looked at the old man.

"The master is entertaining guests at his residence."

"Young Master, you really shouldn't have come back."

The old man first answered Tan Zhemao's question, and then said with concern.

"Don't worry, Butler Wang, I'll be fine when I get back this time."

Seeing the worried look on Butler Wang's face, Tan Zhemao couldn't help but smile, and then looked at Jingming.

This sect leader is now quite famous; he can even kill Zhang Chengfeng, the Bloodthirsty Butcher.

Fighting our way in and out of here seven times is definitely not a problem!

"Butler Wang, where is Father now?"

After entering the mansion, Tan Zhemao asked the old man beside him.

"Young master, the master is currently receiving guests in his study."

The old man, his body slightly hunched, stood beside Tan Zhemao and spoke softly.

"who is it?"

Tan Zhemao nodded slightly and continued to inquire, secretly hoping that it wasn't someone from the Medicine Immortal Society.

"He is a Taoist priest from the Medicine Immortal Society."

The expected answer appeared beside Tan Zhemao, but it was not what Tan Zhemao wanted.

"Sect Leader, we really need you now."

Tan Zhemao stopped and turned to look at Jingming, who was walking behind him with his hands behind his back.

Like the old steward, Tan Zhemao hunched over and bowed to Jingming.

This caused a hint of surprise to flash in the old man's cloudy eyes.

Because he has a warlord father, this young master usually looks down on everyone.

In Hunan Province, apart from the one whose family background was better than his, he basically didn't need to look at people with his eyes.

Who is this child?

Sect Leader?

“If it were the president of the Medicine Immortal Association, I couldn’t guarantee that he could save your father.”

Looking at Tan Zhemao, who was kneeling before him, Jingming shook his head slightly and said.

"I never lie. If I can save someone, I will; if I can't, I can't."

"Even with Old Wang and Brother Liu, it still won't work?"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Tan Zhemao involuntarily raised his head, and his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Wang Yaozu, Liu Mang, and the others who had been silent behind Jingming.

"Their strength is so great that they'd be easy prey if they went up against them. It would be more likely if a ruthless person like Zhang Chengfeng came instead."

Jingming shook his head slightly and said calmly.

Wang Yaozu, Liu Mang, and the others behind him couldn't help but smile wryly upon hearing Jingming's words.

Wang Yaozu, in particular, was looked down upon by his own apprentice.

However, Jingming is right. Those who can fight Zuo Ruotong to the death and whom Zuo Ruotong cannot hold back are indeed no match for him.

"Is the young master exaggerating a bit?"

"I think that Taoist priest has a kind face and is very handsome. He doesn't seem like a bad person."

An elderly man standing nearby overheard the conversation between Tan Zhemao and Jingming and others and couldn't help but speak up.

"Shut up, what do you know?!"

Upon hearing the old man's words, Tan Zhemao abandoned his gentle demeanor towards Jingming and directly reprimanded him.

The old man could only stand there silently, bowing repeatedly with his hands clasped in greeting.

It was the late Qing Dynasty, and the concept of equality for all no longer existed.

"Alright, why are you getting angry with an old man?"

Jingming glanced at Tan Zhemao and said slowly.

“Getting angry won’t improve anything; on the contrary, it will make things worse.”

"Old man, there is no need to do this."

Then Jingming smiled gently at the old steward.

"Young master, you flatter me."

Seeing Jingming's kind smile, the old steward's eyes first flashed with a gentle light, and then he hurriedly bowed in return.

In feudal times, the life of a servant was not as valuable as that of an ox.

"Old steward, there's no need for that. Since the sect leader has said something, just agree with him."

Seeing this, Tan Zhemao, who was standing to the side, said without any concern.

"Sect Leader, let's go there now."

Then Tan Zhemao humbly waved to Jingming.

"Let's go."

"The elderly don't need to come."