Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"Tsk, this foreigner is really ridiculous."

Upon reaching the second deck, Wang Yaozu couldn't help but mutter a complaint.

In addition, there was the arrogance deep in the other person's eyes.

Wang Yaozu has traveled all over the country and has never seen anything. How could he be fooled by a foreigner or a little devil?

"This person has killed people, and the people he killed harbored great resentment."

Jingming glanced at the foreigner out of the corner of his eye, and then spoke.

"You want to kill him?"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Wang Yaozu was taken aback.

"There's no need for me to do it myself."

Jingming shook his head and spoke.

"Alright, we can do it ourselves."

Wang Yaozu nodded, and then spoke.

"unnecessary."

"It would be fine if we broke the magic artifact on that guy's body."

“That guy is haunted by vengeful spirits. If he doesn’t have a magical artifact to protect him, he will die within three days.”

Jingming shook his head and spoke directly.

"Okay, then I'll go find Aunt Lan."

Wang Yaozu nodded and was about to turn and leave.

"I have already destroyed the opponent's magic weapon."

"It's the silver cross necklace that the other person is wearing around their neck."

Jingming looked at the river without raising his head and said.

"You're starting to resemble Quanxing now."

Wang Yaozu looked at Jingming, paused for a moment, and then spoke.

"Am I not the leader of the Quanxing Sect?"

"Besides, if we kill foreigners, the other sects shouldn't blame us, right?"

Jingming looked up and responded to Wang Yaozu with a smile.

"This humble Taoist priest, Zhou Sheng, greets the venerable senior."

Just as Jingming and Wang Yaozu were talking on the bow of the boat, a voice appeared behind them.

Looking back, they saw two people, one big and one small, dressed in Taoist robes.

The older one had a small mustache and looked to be in his early twenties, while the younger one had a youthful face and was about the same age as Zhang Zhiwei.

However, this little one had a pair of jet-black pupils that almost filled its entire eye.

"Kid, eavesdropping on other people's conversations from behind is not a good habit."

Wang Yaozu turned around and glared fiercely at the other person.

However, he was stunned when he saw the black-eyed Taoist priest behind the other party.

"Which sect are you from?"

Wang Yaozu narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person, asking.

"Wudang Mountain".

Zhou Sheng bowed and said.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 113 Evil Spirits

"Hehe, so you're just a brat from Wudang."

Upon hearing Zhou Sheng's words, Wang Yaozu narrowed his eyes.

The area they were going to next was Wudang Mountain territory.

"Senior, what do you mean by this?"

When Zhou Sheng heard Wang Yaozu call him "little brat," he was visibly taken aback.

"Hehe, you're just playing dumb with this old man, aren't you?"

"This little brat is too young to be unaware of my reputation."

"If you don't know my name, then I can only say that your master failed to raise his son properly."

Wang Yaozu stroked his beard, grinned, and said disdainfully.

Wang Yaozu was notorious in Quanxing, so how could the Taoists of Wudang Mountain not know him?

"What are you saying, senior? Do I have to get to know you?"

Upon hearing Wang Yaozu's words, Zhou Sheng's face flushed slightly, and he began to defend himself.

"Heh, look at you, a cultivator, not even telling the truth."

Seeing Zhou Sheng's somewhat evasive look, Wang Yaozu pointed at Zhou Sheng and said with a smile to Jingming.

Why is the teacher teasing the children?

Upon hearing Wang Yaozu's words, Jingming couldn't help but shake his head.

Are you going back to Wudang Mountain?

Jingming looked at Zhou Sheng and the little Taoist priest with black eyes in front of him and asked.

"Yes, we've just hitched a ride on a fleet."

Zhou Sheng nodded and spoke.

"Didn't you come here because of that foreigner?"

Jingming stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed quietly on Zhou Sheng.

"you know?"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Zhou Sheng paused for a moment before asking a question.

"I do not know."

"I just had this suspicion and was just asking."

"But I know now."

Jingming smiled at Zhou Sheng and then spoke.

"Tell me about your relationship with that foreigner."

"Since we're free, we might be able to help you deal with that foreigner."

"That guy has fifty lives on his hands."

"I found out when I was walking down the mountain."

"As for this child, he is not yet a disciple of Wudang Mountain."

Zhou Sheng paused for a moment, then patted the head of the black-eyed child beside him.

“His name is Hong Yin, and he is a survivor.”

"No wonder his clothes didn't look like they fit him very well."

Huang Ming winked at Hong Yin.

No wonder Hong Yin was able to get Zhou Sheng to forcefully leave Feng Hou Qi Men at Wudang Mountain; it turns out there was this connection.

"Speaking of which, you Wudang Mountain people still descend the mountain to travel during this time of war and chaos?"

Then Jingming asked curiously.

"The prosperity of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen."

"We are simply coming down the mountain to offer some comfort to the believers."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Zhou Sheng shook his head slightly.

"Sect Leader, that guy seems to be having health problems and has gone back to his cabin."

Huang Yi stepped down from the upper deck, bowed to Jingming, and said softly.

"Tsk, all that pretense of being a human being."

Hearing Huang Yi's words, Jingming nodded slightly.

The Qi within a person's body is divided into righteous and evil. A person with righteous Qi can be exempt from the harm of evil Qi to a certain extent.

But that foreigner was clearly not like that.