Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"Yes!!"

Upon hearing Na Jun's words, the people behind him echoed in agreement, took out their guns, and cautiously filed into the courtyard.

Except for a few individuals, everyone else was motivated by the desire to get rich.

After all, capturing a traitor is a great honor.

Especially considering that their Li Xiejun army had already suffered a defeat.

Wouldn't this save face for their allies?

Blah blah blah!

Soon, Jingming and the others were surrounded by the army.

"How dare you! Who are you people, that you are powerless against His Majesty!"

Yuan Jingui, who was already quite drunk, looked at the soldiers and slammed his fist on the table, shouting.

"His Majesty?"

Upon hearing Yuan Jingui's shout, the soldiers exchanged glances.

What the hell?

Weren't they here to quell the rebels? Why is there an Emperor here?

"Take all of these people away!"

Looking at the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled in the courtyard, a hint of pity flashed in the soldier's eyes, but he still gave the order.

We need to find an opportunity to release them all.

"Head?"

Upon hearing the soldier's words, Liu Mang and the others couldn't help but look at Jingming, who had sat back down in his chair.

Should we kill all of these people?

"no need."

Jingming shook his head slightly, signaling Liu Mang and the others not to make a move yet.

If this changes history, wouldn't that be utter nonsense?

So, is this the work of the Quanxing gang's lunatics, or is it just bad luck on their part?

After all, the Quanxing sect had only been gone for a short time before these people arrived.

And one's own destiny

Just don’t say it.

"Take all these people away and let the Governor handle the matter!"

The soldier raised his hand and waved, and Jingming and the others were all taken down because of Yuan Jingui's words.

"Talent."

Jingming was carried on Wang Yaozu's back, looking at Yuan Jingui who was staggering in front of him.

This is the true value of Changming Yegan.

"I'm telling you, Jin Gui, you shouldn't drink alcohol anymore."

Inside the prison, Wang Yaozu squinted as he sat on the ground, looking at the drunken Yuan Jingui in front of him.

This was the first time Wang Yaozu had ever been to a place like this in his entire life.

"I'm not drinking anymore, I'm not drinking anymore."

Upon hearing Wang Yaozu's words, Yuan Jingui gave an awkward smile.

He didn't know why he said those things before; maybe it was just his nature.

"Sect Leader, how about we just tear down this prison?"

"With Mangzi around, this prison is no different from a paper house."

Yuan Jingui grinned, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Jingming, and then spoke.

"Since we're here, let's stay a little longer."

"Anyway, we have people here, so there's no rush."

Jingming sat by the damp wall, his eyes half-closed, and spoke to Yuan Jingui.

"Sect Leader, do you really think those guys are coming back to save us?"

"I even suspect that these people were all brought here by those guys."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Yuan Jingui became anxious and couldn't help but speak up.

"Heh, if you're confident enough to face the hail of bullets outside, I can break down this wall and let you out."

Liu Mang glared at Yuan Jingui and said with dissatisfaction.

Is it hard to sleep on a soft, fluffy bed?

Damn it, having to stay in a dark, damp dungeon at night.

If it weren't for Jingming's statement that they shouldn't kill each other, and that they were truly his own people, he would have already gotten rid of Yuan Jingui.

"By the way, Xiao Mang, is your sect located in the capital?"

Seeing Liu Mang's glaring and furious expression, Jingming couldn't help but ask about Liu Mang's sect.

"Tch, so what if he's in the capital? He's still just a dog."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Liu Mang replied disdainfully.

Leaving aside other places, the capital city was always the place where the Qing government had the strongest control.

"Are you using your sect's secret techniques again?"

Jingming nodded slightly, and then spoke.

"Sect Leader, what are you trying to do?"

Upon hearing Jingming's question, Liu Mang's eyes widened as he stared at Jingming.

"Contact your sect and see what they think."

"After all, in the current situation, the influence of the underworld forces is still very significant."

Jingming touched her chin with her small hand and said.

"Sect Leader, are you trying to kill me?"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Liu Mang grinned bitterly.

"We can't practice that. Our sect doesn't use the mystical methods of Maoshan or anything like that. We just focus on physical training."

Liu Mang then offered another explanation.

"It's not an easy path to gain a foothold in the capital."

Wang Yaozu, who was standing to the side, glanced at Liu Mang, squinted his eyes, and said softly.

"That's true, but it has nothing to do with me now."

Liu Mang nodded and said.

"Moreover, with modern guns and cannons, a flick of the finger can be far more useful than ten years of your training."

Liu Mang said dismissively.

"Well, you're right."

Jingming nodded, then closed his eyes and carefully experienced the changes in his body.

Liu's clay figurine making offers a unique complement to the concepts of reverse rebirth, triple rebirth, and the lotus body.

Change is not a simple change.

According to the plot, Liu the Clay Figure in the later stages will probably be able to mold even internal organs, otherwise there is no way to explain how the internal organs of an adult can function normally in a child's body.

This ability has truly reached the level of the blue hand among dual-wielding masters.

"The body changes, and the flesh and blood extend."

Jingming squinted and sat quietly on the ground.

The mass of flesh and blood inside the cultivation furnace, complete with meridians.

"Liu Qian, your matter needs to be postponed for now."

Jingming opened his eyes and quietly observed the changes in his body using the methods of calming and insight meditation.

"Sect Leader, I don't care about cultivation anymore. I just want to survive."

Liu Qian gave a wry smile and spoke.

Practice?

What's the point of cultivation if you're dead?

"Boy, do you look down on the Quanxing Sect or our sect leader?"