Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"That's pretty arrogant."

"You are truly confident that you can accomplish what even Zhuge Liang couldn't achieve?"

Upon hearing Yang Feiyun's words, Wuming couldn't help but clap his hands.

"Young man, come work for me. I need someone like you who dares to think and act."

Wuming squatted down in front of Yang Feiyun and patted Yang Feiyun on the shoulder.

"what?"

"Senior, are you going to take me into the Quanxing Sect?"

"Please forgive me, senior, but I have no intention of joining Quanxing."

Hearing Wuming's unconventional words, Yang Feiyun was slightly taken aback, then shook his head and said.

Joining the Quanxing sect means you'll be hunted down by the entire world.

"Tsk, as if doing this kind of thing will have a good outcome."

"Young man, this world doesn't allow someone as awesome as you to exist."

"Follow me, and you'll have a glimmer of hope; you can defy fate and change your destiny."

"It's not impossible for someone to transcend this world like me."

"Oh, I'm not quite detached yet, but nothing in this world can affect me."

Wuming smiled and removed his hand from Yang Feiyun's shoulder.

"I"

Upon hearing Wuming's words, Yang Feiyun hesitated.

When Wuming and Zuo Ruotong were fighting, he presumptuously calculated their facial features.

The conclusion he reached was far beyond what he had imagined.

These two are truly divine!

Can I become an immortal?

Without any apparent reason, Yang Feiyun asked Wuming this question.

"Immortal?"

"You've got some serious ideas, kid."

"This is more difficult than making you less despicable."

"However, it's not impossible."

Wuming stood up and looked at the zombie that was still devouring the moon on the mountaintop.

"I have something to tell you."

"If you can accomplish this, not only will becoming an immortal be possible, but even ascending to the upper realm is not impossible."

"But there are risks involved."

As he spoke, Wuming pointed at Yang Feiyun, and a ball of light entered Yang Feiyun's crown chakra.

Then, Wuming's plan to establish the Investiture of the Gods and change the world came to Yang Feiyun's mind.

"this?"

Looking at what was in his mind, Yang Feiyun's eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"You're a real talent."

"So, how about it? Want to work for me?"

After waiting for a while, and until Yang Feiyun had processed the information in his mind, Wuming finally spoke.

"Senior, you truly have remarkable skills. No wonder you looked down on my attempt to defy fate and change my destiny. No wonder you were able to become an immortal."

"It's just that the senior asked me to stir up trouble in the world, but I'm afraid I don't have that ability."

Yang Feiyun shook his head with a wry smile and said.

There are far too many sects involved, and far too many karmic entanglements.

Let alone the fact that he can't afford it now, even if he succeeds in changing his name against all odds, he still can't afford it.

"You have such a narrow vision."

Seeing Yang Feiyun's hesitant appearance, Wuming couldn't help but shake his head.

"As long as I'm here, what are you afraid of?"

"To put it bluntly, even if you die, I can still put you on the Investiture of the Gods list."

"If you don't want to wait for the chance to be deified in the Investiture of the Gods list."

"I can also send you to be reincarnated."

"Isn't this better than going through all sorts of hardships to defy fate?"

Wuming sighed, seemingly disappointed in Yang Feiyun.

"Never mind, everyone has their own ambitions."

"Since you are unwilling to join, I will not force you."

"I'll leave after I erase this part of your memory."

After finishing speaking, Wuming came to Yang Feiyun's side and placed his hand on Yang Feiyun's head.

"Wait, senior, I've made up my mind."

“I am willing to join the Quanxing to accomplish this for you.”

Feeling the nameless hand stroking his head, Yang Feiyun couldn't help but shout.

Who knows if what they call erasing their own memories is actually a plan to kill them to silence them?

"you sure?"

Seeing Yang Feiyun's shouts, Wuming smiled and looked at Yang Feiyun, saying...

"I am sure."

"It is truly an opportunity for me to meet the sect leader today."

"As long as the sect leader does not abandon me, I will serve him faithfully."

Yang Feiyun nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

"Haha, if you can talk, then say more."

Upon hearing Yang Feiyun's words, Wuming laughed and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Since you've put it that way, I can't very well not give you a gift."

"Your cultivation has been stuck at this stage for a long time, hasn't it?"

"The primordial spirit is stirring, yet it remains dormant; it is just one step away from being able to separate its primordial spirit from its body."

"I'll lend you a hand, so you'll have fewer worries when you're doing things."

Wuming smiled, took out a ball of pure innate energy from his palm, and pressed it directly onto Yang Feiyun's forehead.

The vital energy that comes from the earth is so abundant, why not make the most of it?

Moreover, Yang Feiyun's strength is indeed considerable; if he were to advance any further, he would reach the level of a True Person of the Primordial Spirit in Quanzhen Sect.

Those at this level are practically immortals on land.

Thinking of this, Wuming couldn't help but recall the few Yuan Shen True Persons he had met in the capital.

So much time has passed; these people's primordial spirits have probably become much purer, and their strength and realm have likely increased as well.

Perhaps some people have already achieved the complete separation of their primordial spirit from their physical body and ascended to immortality.

Thinking of this, Wuming couldn't help but grin.

The celestial realm doesn't exist yet.

"Thank you for your kindness, Sect Leader."

Just as Wuming was looking up at the full moon in the sky, Yang Feiyun's voice came from beside him.

"To my surprise, you absorbed this primordial energy so quickly."

Wuming glanced at Yang Feiyun, who was standing respectfully beside him, and couldn't help but smile.

"But we still need to consolidate the results for a while?"

"Nameless asked."

"No need, the sect leader's matter is more important."

Yang Feiyun shook his head, rejecting Wuming's suggestion.

"You said this."

"Don't blame me later."