Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

Inside a residence in Fuzhou, Zhao's father held several pre-written envelopes and addressed the people in front of him.

"Okay sir."

Upon hearing Zhao's father's words, everyone cupped their hands in agreement.

They were all leaders of the teams that followed, and they were used to Zhao's father writing letters home to let them know he was safe once he arrived at his destination.

It's just a little strange that my master would want to split the letter into several parts.

Go ahead, and be careful on your journey.

Seeing everyone accept the letter, Zhao's father nodded slightly, then solemnly gave some instructions.

They encountered a man-eating tiger on their way here, and these people will inevitably encounter similar extraordinary events in the future.

"Master, take care!"

Everyone bowed and then each carried a bundle on their back and walked towards the door.

"Zhu'er, let's go. We should go see Young Master Sun who was injured by the horse."

Watching everyone leave, Zhao's father spoke to Jingming, who was standing to the side.

"Okay, Father."

Hearing Zhao's father's words, Jingming nodded slightly.

Although he did not agree to have any further contact with this Governor Sun, it would seem too deliberate to abruptly cut off the connection.

So I decided to go and meet that young master.

"Candied hawthorn berries, oh, candied hawthorn berries that are both sour and sweet!"

"Winnowing basket, top-quality winnowing basket, selling cheap."

"Pressure, big pressure!"

The two walked down a bustling street.

Even in chaotic times, there are still many people in big cities like Fuzhou who come out to make a living.

"it is good!"

"Good technique!"

Jingming and Zhao's father passed through a small alley and then heard a series of friendly voices.

Then Jingming looked over there.

However, I saw a lot of people standing in a circle watching the performance.

Through the gaps in the crowd, Jingming saw several balls tumbling in the air, and the residual Qi along their trajectory.

"I wonder which sect they belong to?"

Jingming narrowed his eyes and walked towards the crowd.

Seeing this, Zhao's father followed.

"Excellent skill!!"

"Haha, thank you all for coming!"

The performer was holding a tattered hat in both hands as he walked towards the crowd.

Upon seeing this, the crowd scattered immediately, though some, concerned with saving face, still managed to pull out a copper coin and toss it in.

"Old man?"

"Is it from the Jiyun Society or Ghost Hand King?"

Jingming blinked as he looked at the exposed person.

"Sir, this is your ball."

As the person walked towards him, Jingming couldn't help but smile and reach out his hand. In his hand, a ball lay quietly.

Just now, the ball flew through the crowd and headed straight for his father.

However, he managed to stop it before it hit his father.

"Thank you, little friend."

Looking at Jingming's eyes, which were like stars, the old man was slightly taken aback, then smiled and responded, taking the ball from Jingming's hand at the same time.

He used this ball to mark his position.

Anyone who has been marked with his Qi can use his abilities to steal their belongings without them noticing.

"Sir, please have some flatbread."

Jingming smiled, then took out three copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the old man with a smile.

"Haha, you little rascal, you're quite kind."

Seeing the copper coin handed over by Jingming, the man didn't stand on ceremony and took it from him again.

The child was dressed in very fine clothes; he accepted the three copper coins without hesitation.

"Jingming, it's getting late, we should go now."

Zhao's father came to a position three steps behind Jingming, smiled and nodded at the juggler, and then said to Jingming.

"Okay father."

"Old sir, I can still see your magic tricks tomorrow."

Jingming responded, then turned back to look at the old man and called out.

"Haha, then I'll give you a good performance tomorrow!"

The old man smiled and waved his hand, watching Jingming and his son walk out of his sight.

"This child is quite talented, very talented, but I wonder if we have a connection."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the ball that Jingming had handed him.

"Hey, Old Wang, which kid have you got your eye on?"

"Since you've set your sights on that child, just kidnap him."

As the crowd dispersed, a man with a bulbous nose, carrying a floral cloth for protection and dressed in tattered clothes, approached the old man.

“Xiao Yuan, taking on apprentices isn’t like that.”

Upon hearing the man's words, the old man shook his head slightly, denying the man's idea.

"Hehehe, so even now, the Quanxing Sect is still going to play the old trick of respecting teachers and valuing the way?"

Upon hearing the old man's words, the newcomer put his hands inside his sleeves and said disdainfully.

"Moreover, your Qi has remained in that child's hands."

"It's different, it's different."

Upon hearing this, the old man continued to shake his head.

"Hehe, I have an idea."

The sound of their conversation grew increasingly faint as Jingming walked away.

"They really are Quanxing."

Jingming's ears twitched as he listened to the sounds carried by the wind.

"I wonder what will happen if the Quanxing Sect and the Medicine Immortal Society clash."

"But these two people are probably no match for the president of the Medicine Immortal Association."

Jingming looked at his palm.

Wu planted a Gu worm in his body, while the Ghost Hand King left Qi on his hand.

Will these two people come looking for me at the same time?

"A hero saves a damsel in distress, earning her such gratitude that she kowtows and worships him?"

On the other side, Ghost Hand King stared blankly at Yuan Jingui in front of him.

"Yes, if you don't want to force the other person to become your disciple, then why don't you find a way to make him become your disciple?"

"For example, the other person's father died, and then you appeared when he was at his weakest and most helpless."

"How could he not become your disciple?"

Yuan Jingui winked at Ghost Hand King with a grin.

"Yes, that makes sense!!"

Ghost Hand King's eyes lit up suddenly, and then he shouted at Yuan Jingui.

"Haha, then, Mr. Wang, shall we go and see what this child is like?"

Yuan Jingui smiled and said to Ghost Hand King.

"At the very least, you should take a look at what kind of character and family background that child has, right?"

"For example, we could look for an opportunity to target the child's family."