Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

Jingming nodded slightly, then turned to look at the old man and said.

"Butler Wang, you can go about your business. I know where Father's study is."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Tan Zhemao immediately stood up and waved to the old man.

"Then, young master, young master, everyone, this old man will go and get to work now."

Hearing his young master's words, the old man did not insist on going over. He simply bowed deeply and walked outside.

"Sect Leader, you must protect me!"

"We made a deal. As long as you protect me, once I'm in power, the army and everything else will be under your control."

As the old man left, Tan Zhemao's expression instantly fell, and he looked at Jingming pitifully.

"Isn't the position of warlord not hereditary?"

Jingming glanced at Tan Zhemao and grinned.

"Let's go, don't be upset here. It's better that your father is alive than anything else."

Seeing that Tan Zhemao still had something to say, Jingming waved his hand slightly, indicating that Tan Zhemao should speak first.

The Tan residence was large, but under Tan Zhemao's guidance, Jingming arrived at the study of Tan Zhemao's father, the military governor of Hunan Province, in less than ten minutes.

【View】

Looking at the door in front of him, Jingming immediately activated his [Observation] ability. As soon as the ability was activated, colorful lights in the room reflected in Jingming's eyes.

Among them, a burgeoning energy was so familiar to Jingming.

It's confirmed, it's the president of the Medicine Immortal Society, undoubtedly his cheap master.

Tread~

Tan Zhemao took two steps forward, and his footsteps echoed into the study.

crunch~

Then the door opened by itself.

"father!"

Tan Zhemao stopped outside the door and called out to the study.

"You wicked beast, weren't we sending you away from here?"

"Why did you come back to me, an old man?!"

As Tan Zhemao's voice entered the study, his father, Governor Tan's, reprimand also rang out.

Hearing his father's strong words, Tan Zhemao breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Jingming behind him.

"Disciple, since you're here, please come in and have a seat."

Wu Wei's voice rang out at just the right moment.

"Master, how did you find out about me?"

Jingming smiled, nodded to Tan Zhemao beside him, and then went inside first.

"I didn't find you, but I did find that old geezer from Quanxing."

Wu Wei and Tan's father sat on a row of parallel chairs, each with a cup of steaming tea beside them.

"Oh, I thought your cultivation had regressed."

Jingming looked directly at Wu Wei and said calmly.

"Haha, my disciple, how could your strength have declined?"

Wu Wei picked up his teacup, shook his head slightly, and said with a light laugh.

"I wonder why my disciple, instead of staying at the Sanyi Sect, is mingling with the Quanxing people?"

Holding a teacup in one hand and the lid in the other, Wu Wei stroked the rim of the cup and looked at Jingming with a half-smile, saying...

"I have come here to see you, Master."

Jingming cupped his hands in greeting to Wu Wei and spoke to him indifferently.

"Master, do you still remember those children you took from Fuzhou City before?"

Jingming ignored Tan Zhemao and his father's gazes and simply looked at Wu Wei and spoke.

More than a month has passed since those children were taken away from Fuzhou City, and if they are like the children he saw in Yancheng...

In the past month, those children's bodies have probably suffered varying degrees of damage.

"Oh?"

"Of course I know."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Wu Wei smiled faintly, showing no awareness whatsoever of being a villain.

"Since you know, then Master should also know why I came here."

Jingming nodded slightly, his gentle eyes looking directly at Wu Wei.

"Ha, I didn't know that."

Wu Wei shook his head, calmly placed the teacup on the coffee table, and met Jingming's gaze with a composed look.

rustling~~

Hua Hua Hua~~

Invisible Qi emanated from the two of them, forming something specific on each of them.

Three humanoid figures floated out from Wu Wei's body.

What appeared on Jingming's body was a dragon and a tiger formed from the tiger's soul and the snake's soul.

"Squeak!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

"Roar!"

"Yan!"

The two people's Qi collided violently, creating a huge wave in the small study.

The books that were visiting from all around were blown away by the strong wind.

"My disciple, your strength has improved quite a bit again."

Wu Wei sat quietly in the chair, but the surprise on his face was undisguised.

"Master, your strength has indeed declined considerably."

Jingming curled up the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyelids, and mimicked Wu Wei's manner, speaking with a half-smile and a mocking tone.

"But I have three."

Looking at Jingming's expression, Wu Wei laughed and then held up three fingers.

"I have more than three."

Jingming grinned, and a figure stepped out from his body, transforming into the appearance of a soldier.

This is Jingming's experiment, using the divine souls contained within the cloth as a vessel to evolve the generals under Nezha's command.

In the sub-beliefs of Nezha, there are thirty-six members, five camps and four gods, sixteen demon kings with embroidered balls, and they can also command 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals!

Compared to the three corpses floating from Wu Wei's body, this soldier was much more fragile. Under the other party's touch, he could only hold on for a breath before transforming back into the original ball of qi.

However, within the clear and bright cloth, there are 36,000 such clusters of Qi!

As one soldier was scattered, another soldier stepped out from Jingming's body.

It flows continuously, like a stream.

"Master, how about releasing those children?"

Jingming stood quietly at the doorway, across the battlefield, and looked at Wu Wei, saying...

"My disciple, why do you value personal life and death so much?"

Wu Wei squinted and met Jingming's gaze.

"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs."

"In this day and age, their death is a kind of liberation."

“Master is joking. You are a human now, and so am I. Since we are human, we should follow human laws.”

"Please, Master, you can exchange those children back!!"

As he spoke, Jingming's voice grew louder and louder, and the scenes of slaughtering and mutilating that he had seen before flashed before his eyes.

"As their teacher, I am helping them cultivate."

Seeing Jingming's angry expression, Wu Wei grinned and said softly.

"You've passed, Master!"

Jingming took a step forward, and his aura surged to its peak, with streaks of lightning flashing around him.