Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Cheng Mo and Xia He chased after the person on a motorcycle.

That guy ran to the riverbank, rushed onto the ice, and then...

boom!

He revitalized the entire river!

The ice surface shattered, and ice chunks flew everywhere. The person ran forward on the broken ice, moving faster than they would on land.

This display of strength startled Cheng Mo—he had encountered a true master!

He put away his motorcycle and chased after Xia He on the ice.

When they reached the middle of the river, Cheng Mo suddenly felt something was wrong.

The water flow... the ice surface...

Damn it, there's a formation set up here!

The formation was hidden underwater, concealed by the water flow, so Cheng Mo failed to discover it immediately.

At this moment, the formation took effect—

Buoyancy completely eliminated!

The two fell straight into the water.

Cheng Mo quickly activated the Qimen Dunjia formation.

The array patterns spread beneath my feet, and the flow of Qi from the bottom of the water gradually emerged.

"The character 'Kun' represents the Earth River Chariot!"

The riverbed beneath their feet rumbled and churned, forming an earthen wall that supported the two of them.

"The character '巽' (xùn) – a wind rope!"

Several gusts of wind swept outwards, disrupting the flow of energy in the water.

"The character 'Qian'—Break the formation!"

The array patterns clashed with the array formation, causing the river to churn and the ice surface to crack once more.

With a loud rumble, the formation shattered.

The two used the momentum to leap and land on the other side.

Cheng Mo wiped the water off his face and realized—he wasn't a super expert, but a master of formations.

He broke the ice not by his own strength, but with the help of the formation.

In other words, this guy had planned his escape route from the very beginning.

The two continued their pursuit, using their qi to dry their clothes.

As Cheng Mo ran, he asked, "How did that guy get the knife? So many people were watching, how come he was the only one who took it?"

Xia He briefly recounted what had just happened: "It was as if he knew where the knife was from the beginning. Could he be the one you mentioned who orchestrated this?"

Cheng Mo was even more puzzled.

Those who can manipulate things within the inner realm must be highly skilled sorcerers; it's not surprising that they could set up such a formation.

But there's no reason why he could still be alive and kicking—he had imagined many ways to interfere with others from within, but none of them would allow him to escape unscathed.

If that's the case, does it mean there's more than one person on the other side?

Only in this way can it be explained—while interfering with the divination in the inner world, it can also throw out countless messages in reality to confuse the public.

It's even uncertain whether any companies are involved behind the scenes.

Cheng Mo pondered as he tracked the trail.

The person in front had some skill; his aura was well concealed.

But once Cheng Mo learned of his methods, tracking and investigating him became much easier.

No matter how well the formation is integrated into nature, it is ultimately not nature. As long as you find that slight discord and trace it in that direction, it's not too difficult.

However, this naturally reduces the speed.

After tracking for another ten kilometers, they completely lost track of them.

Cheng Mo stopped in his tracks: "Protect me. I refuse to believe I can't figure it out this time."

Just as he was about to sit down, Xia He patted him and said, "Wait, little Taoist, there are people over there."

Cheng Mo looked up.

A figure was standing in the distance.

The two approached each other.

The man looked up warily: "Who's there?"

Only then did I realize—it was He Yunchong.

What's even stranger is that he had a knife slung over his waist and was holding another one in his hand.

Cheng Mo frowned at He Yunchong: "Where did you get the knife you're carrying? Do you Penglai Nightblades even have a dual-wielding style?"

He Yunchong shook his head: "This knife isn't mine."

Cheng Mo raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

He Yunchong opened his mouth, frowned, and didn't continue speaking.

Xia He nudged Cheng Mo: "This guy is such a quiet type, he won't say anything nice unless you beat him up."

He Yunchong said coldly, "I picked up this knife—"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a blur before his eyes, and his hand was empty.

Swish.

The sword is drawn.

Cheng Mo held up the knife and examined it, clicking his tongue twice: "This knife looks quite sharp."

He Yunchong's eyes widened, and he stood there stunned.

He didn't even see how the other party made their move.

I just got this knife; I haven't even had time to get used to it, let alone develop any rapport with it. But the fact that it was taken away so easily suggests that the other person wasn't really serious last time in the alley.

Does this mean that if the other party wanted to, they could easily take the knife from his waist?

No! You can't think like that!

This will destroy his confidence!

Suppressing his shock and anger, He Yunchong mustered his courage and shouted at Cheng Mo, "Give me back the knife! That's not your knife!"

Cheng Mo twirled the knife in his hand: "This knife is certainly not mine, but it's not yours either."

Xia He leaned closer to look: "This is the demon sword?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "It's just a knife that's been forged to be quite sharp. It was probably just something that guy threw away."

Xia He was stunned for a moment: "Why was he left here?"

"Let's disrupt the divination," Cheng Mo said. "Leave a knife here to mislead the people chasing after us."

Xia He's eyes darted around: "How about we give it a try?"

Cheng Mo nodded, tossed the knife to He Yunchong, and pulled Xia He along as they continued walking.

He Yunchong stood there, watching the two figures walk further and further away, his mouth opened, but he couldn't say a word.

……

Cheng Mo and his companion found a quiet, secluded spot.

Cheng Mo sat down cross-legged, his consciousness sinking into the inner world.

The mountains and trees remain the same, the streams murmur, and the cat is still there, watching the fish.

He asked about the location of the demon sword Hirumaru.

The sphere of light appeared, and it was noticeably smaller than before.

He asked about the location of the demon sword Hirumaru.

The sphere of light appeared, and it was noticeably smaller than before.

Cheng Mo reached in, and information flooded into his mind.

This time he only got two addresses, one of which was the location where he had just met He Yunchong.

Cheng Mo sighed, "What a clever way to shift the blame."

......

A certain place in Harbin.

A man lies in a wheelchair, only his head and one hand can move.

A phone was propped up in front of him, and a voice drifted from it: "We have the knife, what's the next step?"

The man chuckled twice: "Just run, run towards the peninsula, and don't let anyone catch you."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "Will this really lure the Japanese here?"

"It's not just the Japanese devils," the man said with a meaningful smile. "Many others will be chasing you. The more the better."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

The phone hangs up.

The man stared at his phone screen, his mouth agape, and his smile grew wider and wider.

The man chuckled, "Almost there, almost there, Dad..."

Fengtian, Nadutong Building.

Gao Lian had just put down the documents in his hand when his phone rang.

Caller ID: Hao Yi. Southwest China Manager.

connected.

"Hey, Lao Gao," Hao Yi's voice came through the receiver. "Tang Miaoxing has gone out."

Gao Lian rubbed his temples: "I'm not surprised at all. Do you know who came here yesterday?"

Hao Yi: "Who is it?"

"Lü Ci".

"Wow." Hao Yi whistled. "That one, well, that makes sense."

Gao Lian sighed, "What's all this about? Why is everyone rushing to my place? It's just a knife, is it really worth all this fuss?"

"One knife is certainly not enough," Hao Yi said slowly. "But if we can use this knife to lure out all the Higanbana ninja lurking in your territory, it's still worth it. You know, the Japanese devils' desire to destroy us has never disappeared."

Gao Lian scoffed: "Of course I know about Bihe Ren. But neither the Tang Clan nor Lü Ci could possibly see this from that perspective. They really only care about that one knife."

Hao Yi smiled and said, "Everyone has to have some selfish desires, otherwise wouldn't they be saints?"

"Oh."

Hao Yi: "Don't laugh. Actually, we all know that even with just a few people like the He Ren, they can't cause much trouble. The Japanese have never focused their efforts on them."

Gao Lian paused for two seconds: "...Stop with the nonsense. Have you found out anything about the matter I was asked to investigate?"

Hao Yi's voice became more serious: "We only found some people organizing online trolls to confuse the public, but we didn't find the mastermind behind it. On the contrary, there are some guys giving advice to the Japanese online."

Gao Lian sneered: "Heh, that's not surprising. There's never a shortage of traitors."

Hao Yi was silent for a moment, seemingly talking to someone else, before saying, "Alright, I've got a big job coming up here too. That's all, bye."

The phone hangs up.

Gao Lian stared at the computer screen, lost in thought.

Who is behind this? Even the legendary martial arts of Wuhou Qimen Dunjia couldn't figure it out...

Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now. We need to find someone to talk to Grandpa Lü about this, lest it cause a big mess.

Since Sect Leader Tang has come to the Northeast, we should at least make a gesture, emm...

We also need to give that kid a heads-up, lest he get into a fight with the Tang Sect Master.