Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Cheng Mo and Xia He completely ignored the chaos caused by the villagers and left the village, strolling along the mountain path.

Xia He asked Cheng Mo, "Little Taoist priest, why don't you rescue those ordinary people?"

As Cheng Mo walked, he said, "They're not in any danger, they've just lost their freedom, why should we save them? They must have considered this situation when they chose to come to Biyou Village, it's just that Old Ma is too gentle, which made them have unnecessary thoughts."

Xia He thought about it and felt it made sense, so she didn't say anything more.

The two walked deeper into the woods and came to the big tree.

The two walked deeper into the woods and, after confirming that no one was around, Cheng Mo took out the food pouch from the tree hole and gave it a gentle shake.

Ma Xianhong appeared out of nowhere, lying on the ground, still unconscious.

Cheng Mo squatted down and patted his face: "Old Ma, wake up."

Ma Xianhong's eyelids twitched, and he opened his eyes groggily. His gaze was unfocused, and it took his pupils a while to focus.

"Brother Cheng? Where is this?" His voice was hoarse, and his lips were chapped.

Xia He handed him a bottle of water and a rice ball. Ma Xianhong took it, gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, and then wolfed down the rice ball.

Halfway through his meal, his eyelids started to droop again, his hand loosened, the rice ball fell to the ground, and he fell backward and passed out again.

Cheng Mo put him into the food pouch, stuffed him back into the tree hole, and covered him with some dry grass.

Xia He, watching from the side, asked, "You make him dizzy every time you feed him. Won't that damage his brain?"

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "I've calculated the timing. Each coma lasts more than twelve hours, and I wake him up in a shallow state every eight hours to feed and water him. This way, his bodily functions won't have any problems, and his brain won't be damaged due to prolonged coma."

Xia He gave a thumbs up: "Professional."

Cheng Mo raised an eyebrow smugly.

When the two returned to the village, Biyou Village had almost quieted down.

Despite all the commotion and insults, those who should be locked up are still locked up, and those who should leave are still unable to leave.

Ordinary people accepted their fate, eating and sleeping as usual, but the way they looked at the people in black training uniforms seemed a bit off.

Cheng Mo didn't ask what exactly happened, and pretended nothing had happened, pulling Xia He to start practicing martial arts.

Pink mist spread out, enveloping the entire courtyard.

More and more people gathered around.

The group stood outside the mist and looked inside, but still couldn't see anything.

Previously, ordinary people could see the two's movements and would lead others to practice, but now no one does.

Someone suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "Can't we just record a video?"

No one had demonstrated it directly before, so no one thought of it that way.

Now that there's no one around, everyone's getting creative.

The young man turned around and ran to find the camera.

A dozen minutes later, he ran back carrying a home video camera, set it on a tripod, aimed it at the mist, and pressed the record button.

The camera screen lit up briefly and then went black.

The young man pressed the button a few times but there was no response.

"Is it broken?" He patted the camera.

Chou Rang watched all this from a distance. A thought struck him, and he took out his magical artifact to try recording it.

The runes on the magical artifact lit up briefly and then went out, making it impossible to activate.

Qiu Rang tried again, but it still didn't work; it simply wouldn't start.

He understood—Cheng Mo was interfering with the surrounding Qi field, not wanting anyone to see it.

Qiu Rang put away the magic weapon and turned to leave when he heard several people talking nearby.

"That Cheng Mo definitely has the ability to teach us."

"Yes, the skill he practices is obviously something good."

"But why should they teach us?"

"That's not right. Master Ma taught us weapon crafting and cultivation without holding anything back. Why is it different when it comes to this Cheng fellow?"

"That's right. As Master Ma said, the path of cultivation is about sharing. Since Cheng Mo has come to Biyou Village, he should do as the locals do."

"What if he doesn't want to?"

"So what if he doesn't want to? No matter how powerful he is, he's still just one person. There are so many of us; if we all gang up on him, what can he do?"

"Even if they're very strong, they still need to sleep at night. If they don't sleep, with so many of us keeping watch, we can wear them down."

"What's the point of wasting time! There are so many of us, let's just go and grab it!"

"And think about it, if he were really that powerful, he would have driven us away long ago. The fact that he hasn't made a move means he doesn't dare to."

Qiu Rang's eyelids twitched as he listened.

Ding Ziheng walked over from the side, heard the last sentence, and his face darkened: "Are you all crazy? Do you even know who Brother Cheng is? Your numbers are hardly enough to fill his teeth!"

One of them scoffed, "With so many of us, we could drown him with a single spit from each of us."

Ding Ziheng was about to say something more when several other talented people gathered around, each contributing their own comments.

"Old Ding, I think Old Sun has a point."

"Yeah, that technique looks extraordinary. Why don't we learn it?"

"He's not from our Biyou Village, so why is he occupying our territory to practice his martial arts?"

Ding Ziheng's eyes widened: "You—you're all crazy?"

Qiu Rang grabbed Ding Ziheng and whispered, "Let's go."

Before Ding Ziheng could react, Qiu Rang grabbed his arm and dragged him away. The two had only taken two steps—

The pink mist seemed to explode, spreading rapidly from the center of the courtyard outwards.

In less than two seconds, it enveloped everyone around it.

Qiu Rang and Ding Ziheng were also shrouded in the Qi mist.

The two were stunned.

It seems like a long time has passed.

It felt like only a few minutes had passed.

Qiu Rang felt his mind go blank; he couldn't remember anything or feel anything.

The pink mist contracted towards the center much faster than it had spread, like receding tides that suddenly shrank back.

Qiu Rang and Ding Ziheng stood there, panting heavily, their foreheads covered in sweat.

People were lying on the ground all around.

Those few talented individuals, along with the onlookers, lay haphazardly on the stone path, at the base of the wall, and in the grass. Some were lying face down, some were lying on their backs, and some were curled up in a ball, all in different postures, completely motionless.

Cheng Mo pulled Xia He out of the courtyard and walked up to Qiu Rang and Ding Ziheng: "Oh, where are you two headed?"

Qiu Rang forced a smile: "Brother Cheng, you know me, of course I'll side with you."

Ding Ziheng nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, we knew you definitely had ways to deal with these people, so we wanted to move further away to make room for you."

Cheng Mo patted them on the shoulders: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Go back to sleep. We still have to look for Lao Ma tomorrow, don't we?"

The two nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, let's go back to sleep, let's go back to sleep."

As they approached their doorstep, the two turned around to make sure Cheng Mo was out of sight.

Ding Ziheng patted his chest: "Brother Cheng's aura just now was terrifying."

Qiu Rang didn't say anything, and walked forward with his head down.

Ding Ziheng caught up with him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiu Rang waved his hand: "It's nothing."

He knew in his heart that he had been harboring selfish motives.

As soon as these two arrived, the cult leader disappeared.

Although he knew this matter had little to do with Cheng Mo and the other person, he couldn't help but make the connection.

The more I thought about it, the more resentful I felt.

He already knew there was a traitor in the village. If these two hadn't come, he would have been able to find out about the traitor and explain it to the cult leader, who could then expel him.

But now that these two have arrived, they've alerted the enemy, rendering many of his methods unusable.

Perhaps that's why the cult leader disappeared.

But he was certain that this had nothing to do with Cheng Mo and the other person, which made him even more anxious.

And at this juncture, Cheng Mo made Liu Wu Kui and the other man leave, which made him even more unhappy.

So when those people were talking nonsense, Qiu Rang also wanted to use them to annoy Cheng Mo.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Mo was so terrifying that he instantly subdued everyone, leaving everyone except him and Lao Ding sprawled on the ground.

Ding Ziheng shoved Qiu Rang hard: "Move! Move!"

Qiu Rang snapped out of his daze: "What's wrong?"

Ding Ziheng looked at him suspiciously: "I should be asking you what's wrong. I called you three times just now, and you didn't respond."

Qiu Rang waved his hand: "Go to sleep early. We'll continue looking for the sect leader tomorrow. If all else fails, we'll have to ask that person for advice."

Ding Ziheng asked, "Didn't you always distrust that person?"

Qiu Rang sighed, "There's no other way."

The two went back to their respective rooms.