Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"That can't be, right?"

"How old is my junior brother?"

"Even if he faces Liang Ting, he won't be able to get past him."

Upon hearing Zuo Ruotong's words, Chengzhen stammered slightly.

"There's also the president of the Medicine Immortal Society who is suspected to be a member of the Sanyi Sect."

Zuo Ruotong lowered her head and spoke, taking into account the situation in the city.

When one's own strength is insufficient, it is natural to borrow strength to fight back.

This child is quite skilled at Tai Chi; it's no wonder that Shuiyun spent a period of time running to the Zhao family every day to teach him Tai Chi.

"Take the pills to restore your strength, then hurry over there."

"We must bring Jingming back to the mountains before he causes a terrible disaster."

Zuo Ruotong squinted at the direction of the red half of the sky and said softly.

"Okay, Master."

Upon hearing Zuo Ruotong's words, Chengzhen and Si Chong exchanged a glance, then Chengzhen took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket.

After pouring out one of the pills, he sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing.

A quarter of an hour later, the two who had completed a full cycle of energy circulation opened their eyes.

"Let's go."

Zuo Ruotong nodded to the two of them, then strode towards the Minjiang River in Fuzhou.

Ten miles is neither close nor far.

"Drink!!"

At this point, Jingming had killed all the Westerners around him.

Even the church that had stood on the banks of the Minjiang River for nearly a century was burning fiercely under Jingming's attack.

"Goodness, everyone says we in the Quanxing sect are cruel, but compared to a child, how am I cruel?"

In the distance, in the Minjiang River, the bald, burly man from Quanxing, who was submerged in the water to avoid the surrounding flames, couldn't help but shrink his head and say something.

"Old Wang, where did you find this apprentice?"

"If you're going to invite Nezha to possess you, you don't actually have to possess him, do you?"

Finally, the bald, burly man from Quanxing laboriously turned his head toward Wang Yaozu, who was standing to the side.

"Even though you're injured like this, you still can't control your foul mouth!"

Wang Yaozu, who was standing to the side, glared at the big man.

"Have all those people been rescued?"

"They've been rescued, and everyone even received some food rations."

The Taoist priest from Yemaoshan on the other side said in a low voice.

"That's good, let's hurry up and go."

Upon hearing the words of the Taoist priest from Yemao Mountain, Wang Yaozu nodded and then spoke.

"What, aren't you taking your precious disciple with you when you leave?"

Upon hearing Wang Yaozu's words, the woman beside him said while paddling in the water.

"He's gone mad now; anyone who gets close to him will be attacked."

"Let's go, go and keep an eye on him from the side, and come back to find him when he's exhausted."

Wang Yaozu shook his head and said.

Even from a distance across the river, he could feel the waves of energy emanating from it.

Even as the founder of the "Reversed Eight Directions" technique, he never imagined that this force could be used in such a way!

Combined with the layered, surging force of the river, this is truly a sight to behold!

But can this child's body withstand the force of such a raging river?

"Damn it, Lao Wang, look, Zuo Ruotong is here!"

Just as Wang Yaozu was staring blankly in the direction of Jingming, a small boat shot past them at high speed.

The sharp-eyed Taoist priest then cried out in surprise.

"Little friend, we meet again!"

At this moment, the president of the Medicine Immortal Association also stepped on the rubble and came to a building ten meters away from Jingming, looking at Jingming from the dougong bracket.

The small boat that Zuo Ruotong bought arrived at the dock like an arrow released from a bow.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 65 Wu Wei and Zuo Ruotong Join Forces (ps: Now available for purchase, please vote and follow along!!)

"The world is full of ignorance, and all living beings suffer. I will deliver you from this slumber!!"

Jingming trod through the rubble and flames, weaving through the church.

The "Nezha faith" within him, bowing to all living beings, seemed to have descended into a state of riot.

Wherever he went, the demon-binding rope in his hand would swing, raising a cloud of dust.

The rubble and gravel shot out in all directions like sandalwood.

"Senior brother, is this Jingming?"

Seeing Jingming's current state, Si Chong was stunned for a moment.

This god of war looks nothing like a six-year-old child.

"Shuiyun said that he cultivated the divine mask of the Liyuan Nuo Opera lineage."

"This manifestation should be caused by the 'spirit' within the body."

"If we don't wake Jingming up quickly, his life may be in danger."

Zuo Ruotong frowned, took a step, and drifted away towards Jingming.

"Sichong, Chengzhen, you two go and save the people quickly. I will take care of Jingming."

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Ruotong had already appeared beside Jingming.

A large hand reached out and directly grabbed Jingming.

"Humph!!"

At this moment, Jingming's eyes were wide open, and wisps of black energy surrounded him in the flames, making him look like a demon child reborn.

Sensing Zuo Ruotong's grasp, he swung the Vajra Pestle directly at Zuo Ruotong.

Zuo Ruotong dodged Jingming's attack with the Demon-Subduing Pestle by flashing his figure.

However, even in his three-headed, six-armed state, if Jingming couldn't hit him with the Demon-Subduing Pestle, he would still have the Embroidered Ball!

“If this continues, the child will not be able to withstand it, either mentally or physically.”

Zuo Ruotong frowned, and in the face of Jingming's ferocious attacks, she could only keep dodging.

"Brother Daoist, this child is a disciple I have chosen. Isn't it inappropriate for you to interfere so rashly?"

Just as Zuo Ruotong was frowning and pondering how to wake Jingming up, a cold voice with a hint of arrogance rang in her ears.

Following the sound, Zuo Ruotong saw a person with disheveled hair dressed as a Taoist priest.

"Who are you?"

Looking at Wu Wei, Zuo Ruotong couldn't help but frown.

He sensed a faint, sinister aura emanating from Wu Wei.

Although the other party appeared to be a morally upright person overall.

“Wu Wei, president of the Medicine Immortal Association, is this child’s master.”

Wu dodged Jingming's demon-slaying sword and whispered to Zuo Ruotong.

"Wu Wei?!"

Upon hearing Wu Wei's words, Zuo Ruotong was startled.

"Are you a member of my Trinity Sect?"

Zuo Ruotong frowned and asked with a serious expression.

As a member of the Sanyi Sect, he founded a heretical cult, which is more than just betraying his master and destroying the Dao.

"No."

"I only learned the Reverse Life Triple Technique."

Wu Wei shook his head, stretched out his hands, and directly grabbed the demon-slaying sword and demon-chopping knife that Jingming was slashing at him.