Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"How about this, I have an idea for you, what do you think?"

Jingming nodded, and then spoke.

"What's the idea?"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Liu Mang blinked, and everyone else turned to look at Jingming as well.

"Leave Quanxing, then Sanyimen won't attack you."

Jingming smiled and looked at Liu Mang as he spoke.

"Haha, Third Prince is really joking."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Liu Mang's face turned pale, and then he shook his head.

"Third Prince, you are strong, but you still lack experience in the martial world."

"Once you join Quanxing, there's no way you can leave."

"That's right, that's right. If they leave Quanxing, they'll not only be killed by those prestigious sects, but also by Quanxing itself."

"Life is hard enough as it is, why make it even harder?"

As soon as Liu Mang finished speaking, the others started talking all at once.

"But you were all people who deserved to die."

Jingming nodded, and then continued.

"If someone is destined to die, why not choose a better identity and die in a more dignified way?"

"If a man is born without five pots of food, he will be cooked with five pots of food when he dies!"

Are you really willing to be trampled underfoot like a lump of mud?

"Or will it silently rot and stink?"

Jingming opened his eyes wide and said with a serious expression.

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Liu Mang fell silent, Wang Yaozu fell silent, Lan Gu fell silent, and the rest of the Quanxing members fell silent as well.

"Although I don't know why you agreed to let my teacher go to that bustling Shanghai and make a scene at the Minjiang River wharf."

"But in the end, one cannot escape the pursuit of fame and fortune."

"Actually, I'm very curious: a bad reputation is a reputation, and a good reputation is also a reputation."

Why are you all so infamous?

Is it because, for every instance of fame, a bad reputation makes it easier to survive than a good one?

"But that shouldn't be the case, you are all cultivators."

"Practice hard in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer; meditation and rigorous self-cultivation are the most basic forms of hardship."

"So why did you join the Quanxing Sect?"

As she spoke, Jingming propped her chin up with her right hand and looked at the people through the flames.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 74 I'll Use You to Fill My Burden of Slaughter (Please vote and keep reading!)

"this."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, the group exchanged glances and fell silent for a moment.

"Who knew back then?"

"It was just a little indulgence, and then I couldn't stop, so that's how it is."

Liu Mang grinned, then spoke.

"I don't want to go back to being controlled by others."

"So this is the true self that you, the whole sect, are pursuing?"

"We're both from the 'Quan' generation, but the Quanzhen sect produces many high-level attackers, while your Quanxing sect only seems to produce some troublemakers?"

Jingming grinned, then beckoned with his finger.

"It's impossible for you Quanxing members to come back with me."

"Why don't you betray Quanxing?"

"Why don't you all come under my command?"

"Either you all die here today."

"Choose one of the three options. You have three breaths to consider."

After saying this, Jingming fell silent.

"Hahaha, Third Prince, you're going to take us in?"

"You too must bear the sins we bear."

Seeing Jingming's appearance, Liu Mang couldn't help but laugh loudly.

"three!"

Roar!

[Tiger's Might!]

Jingming simply stared at Liu Mang, and after slowly uttering the number three, a powerful pressure descended.

In an instant, those who hadn't yet stood up were pressed down again.

His entire body was pressed tightly against the ground.

“Your sins are your own responsibility.”

"Now, here's your choice: stay or go."

Jingming slowly got up and walked to Liu Mang's side.

Like a fierce tiger strode in, ready to devour its prey!

Faced with these vicious people from Quanxing, the only thing to do is to be even more vicious and ruthless than them.

Liu Mang looked at Jingming's exposed little feet as if he were seeing a pair of tiger claws.

pat!

Jingming's small feet stepped on Liu Mang's head, just like a tiger's claws on Liu Mang's head.

"Gentlemen, three breaths have passed. What are your thoughts?"

Jingming's gaze swept over everyone, like a tiger patrolling its territory.

"We'll listen to you!"

As a member of the Yemaoshan sect who made his living by performing rituals, the slovenly Taoist priest was the one who, besides Liu Mang, felt the most intense pressure from Jingming.

That tremor from the depths of his soul rendered him utterly incapable of any thought of resistance.

This opened a loophole, and others gradually agreed as well.

"This is the right thing to do."

"Life is but a hundred years, why live like a lump of mud?"

Jingming smiled, and the oppressive aura emanating from him dissipated like clouds and rain, giving people a feeling as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

If Jingming hadn't had one foot still on Liu Mang's head, everyone would have almost thought they were seeing an illusion.

"Teacher, Aunt Lan, what do you think?"

Then Jingming turned around and looked at Wang Yaozu and the woman in the headscarf sitting on either side.

"I have no problem."

Aunt Lan tucked her hair back and then smiled and said.

"Boy, are you trying to split the entire sect?"

Wang Yaozu did not immediately agree to Jingming's question, but instead asked Jingming a question.

"Though the oil pan is hot, Quanzhen does not rely on it; the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

"The Quanxing sect has been using Yang Zhu's name as a shield for nearly a thousand years. Shouldn't they do something about it?"

"Since we've already agreed to not give away a single hair, then naturally we should also arrange to not take a single cent."

Jingming tilted his head and looked at Wang Yaozu, chuckling softly as he spoke.

"Are you trying to create a new kind of 'All-Round'?"

Wang Yaozu blinked and asked again.

"Teacher, if you think so, then so be it."

Upon hearing Wang Yaozu's words, Jingming relaxed his shoulders and pulled his foot off Liu Mang's head.

"Would Master like to join my new Quanxing sect?"