Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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Ma Xianhong's eyes widened: "What did you do?"

"I just sent that thing away," Cheng Mo said.

Ma Xianhong was silent for a few seconds, then his voice became somewhat hoarse: "Why do I feel like you know about Qu Tong?"

Cheng Mo made a fingertip universe shape with his index finger and thumb: "Knowing a little bit, I'm good at both things."

Ma Xianhong's eye twitched: "How do you know everything?"

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Don't say that. I have no idea what you'll encounter after you go there."

Ma Xianhong was getting a little frustrated: "Who exactly did you report me to?"

The voice just fell.

buzzing-

A series of deep sounds came from all directions, growing ever closer.

Ma Xianhong looked up.

Under the moonlight, many armed helicopters flew out from behind the mountain ridge, their rotors churning the air and making a deafening roar.

The airflow stirred up by the rotor blades made the treetops sway wildly, and the leaves fell down with a rustling sound. Armed helicopters lined up in the night sky and flew towards Biyou Village.

Ma Xianhong's voice trembled: "How did you get in touch with the military?"

Cheng Mo scratched his head: "I don't know either. I just told my master about it."

Ma Xianhong opened his mouth, but only managed to utter one word: "You..."

He sighed, his whole body slumped as if deflated, his shoulders collapsing.

Xia He secretly gave Cheng Mo a thumbs up.

Cheng Mo pretended not to see it.

……

The village was in an uproar.

The helicopter was so loud that even a deaf person could hear it.

Ordinary people ran out of their houses, looked up and saw helicopters in the sky, and were so frightened that their legs went weak.

"What's going on? Why are there so many helicopters?"

"Are they here to arrest us?"

"I told you we couldn't stay here! Now look what's happened, the army has arrived!"

The supernatural beings reacted even faster; some ran into the woods, some found places to hide, and some had already begun to gather their Qi in preparation for resistance.

A highly accomplished individual rushed out of the meditation hall, holding a ritual implement in his hand. He glanced up at the helicopter in the sky, then turned and ran towards the back of the village.

He hadn't run two steps when a beam of light precisely enveloped him.

"Everyone below, stop immediately, put your hands behind your heads and squat down."

The upper root didn't stop; it kept running.

Da da da—

A burst of bullets hit the ground in front of his feet, sending dirt flying half a meter high.

Shang Genqi slammed on the brakes, covered his head with his hands, and squatted down.

He might be able to dodge the bullet from one gun, but when dozens of guns fire at the same time, with bullets crisscrossing like a net, there's no time to even react, let alone dodge.

Similar situations were playing out throughout the village.

Some people tried to run from the village entrance, but they were blocked by two helicopters after running only a few dozen meters.

Someone tried to climb over the wall, but as soon as they reached the top, they were enveloped by a beam of light. Bullets hit the top of the wall, and bricks shattered all over the ground.

Some people were hiding inside their houses and wouldn't come out, so the helicopter hovered over the roof, the airflow from its rotors blowing the tiles off.

Qu Tong's people reacted the fastest, and their first instinct was to break out of the encirclement.

They split into several groups and rushed outwards from different directions.

All directions were blocked.

The searchlights on the helicopter illuminated the entire village as bright as day, and no moving target could escape the beams of light.

A guy in a black jacket was the fastest runner, sprinting more than 200 meters in one go, and was about to disappear into the woods.

A flare exploded above his head, the white light so bright he couldn't open his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, three helicopters appeared overhead at the same time, their searchlights shining on him from three directions, pinning him to the spot.

"Final warning: Crouch down immediately, or force will be used."

The man in the black jacket hesitated for a second.

Da da da—

The bullet struck the ground in front of him, creating a semi-circular arc of bullet hole.

The man in the black jacket immediately crouched down and covered his head with his hands.

The rest of the villagers dared not move.

It wasn't because they were cowards, but because they realized that these people were not ordinary troops, but a special unit dedicated to dealing with superhumans. They were well-trained, well-equipped, and very familiar with the methods of superhumans.

The top students gathered together and whispered their plans.

"To fight or not to fight?"

"Fight my ass. Look at those guys, they're all specially trained in the military. Our numbers aren't even enough to fill their teeth."

"So what do we do? Wait to die?"

"What are you waiting to die for? They haven't even made a move, they're just surrounding us."

"Where is the cult leader? Where on earth did the cult leader go?"

No one can answer this question...

In less than an hour, all the superhumans who tried to resist were subdued.

Except for a very few seriously injured individuals, everyone else was knocked down by anesthetic injections.

Cheng Mo watched all this and nodded inwardly.

The military did not disappoint him.

If he can't even handle these people, then he'll have to take Ma Xianhong somewhere else.

Ma Xianhong naturally saw the commotion in the village.

He clenched his fists: "You want me to just watch them get arrested?"

Cheng Mo didn't say anything.

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath, and the Qi within his body began to circulate.

Although he didn't have any magical artifacts on him, he was still a successor of the Divine Strategist, and he could fight using only his Qi.

He took a step.

Cheng Mo reached out and put her hand on his shoulder.

Cheng Mo reached out and put her hand on his shoulder.

Ma Xianhong's Qi was instantly suppressed, as if someone had grabbed his neck, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

"Cheng Mo! Let me go!"

Ma Xianhong struggled a few times but couldn't break free.

Cheng Mo's palm was like a mountain, pressing down on his shoulder without moving an inch.

Ma Xianhong's face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulged: "I can't watch them get arrested!"

Cheng Mo still didn't release it.

Ma Xianhong got angry and started swearing: "Cheng Mo, you bastard! You son of a bitch! I'll f*** you—"

Cheng Mo casually remarked, "I knew you'd scold me."

Ma Xianhong was stunned for two seconds.

Then he continued to hurl profanities, using richer vocabulary, more varied sentence structures, and a more intense tone.

Cheng Mo just put his arm around his shoulder and let him scold him without replying to a single word.

Xia He, listening nearby, couldn't help but twitch her lips and muttered under her breath, "Village Chief Ma has quite a rich vocabulary."

Ma Xianhong cursed for a full five minutes, until his mouth was dry and his voice was hoarse.

He was panting heavily, glaring at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo asked him, "Are you done cursing?"

Ma Xianhong remained silent.

"After you've finished hurling your insults, calm down for a bit. Those people will be fine; they'll just be taken back for questioning. If they're innocent, they'll be released."

Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth: "What makes you think you can guarantee that?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "I can only tell you, do you know how many of your talented followers are Qu Tong's people?"

Ma Xianhong opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Cheng Mo continued, "If those people stay by your side, they'll get into trouble sooner or later. Rather than letting them be controlled by Qu Tong, it's better to take this opportunity to separate them from Qu Tong. Given time, they'll be able to recover on their own."

Ma Xianhong fell silent.

……

The helicopters landed on an open space outside the village, their rotors still slowly turning.

A middle-aged man in military uniform jumped out of the helicopter; the two bars on his epaulets were somewhat dim in the moonlight.

Behind them were two superhumans, a man and a woman, both around thirty years old, dressed in gray combat uniforms. Their auras were very stable, indicating that they had undergone professional training.

The middle-aged man in military uniform glanced around and, seeing that everything was as expected, nodded and walked towards the meditation hall.

Cheng Mo and Xia He sat on the steps by the door, while Ma Xianhong stood to the side, his face ashen.

The middle-aged man approached, his gaze settling on Cheng Mo: "Excuse me, are you Daoist Cheng Mo, and Miss Xia He?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Yes, that's me."

Xia He nodded as well.

Cheng Mo pointed at Ma Xianhong: "This is Ma Xianhong, he should be the main target of your mission this time."

The middle-aged man nodded: "I would like to trouble Master Cheng to take Ma Xianhong with us."

Cheng Mo frowned: "Why do you want me to come along?"

The middle-aged man explained, "This is an instruction from above. Master Cheng can confirm it with your contact person."

Cheng Mo thought for a moment, then turned and walked up to Ma Xianhong.

Ma Xianhong looked at Cheng Mo and took a step back: "What do you want to do?"

Cheng Mo raised his hand.

Snapped.

He slapped Ma Xianhong on the forehead.

Ma Xianhong rolled his eyes and went limp.

Cheng Mo took out his food pouch and aimed it at Ma Xianhong.

whoosh-

Ma Xianhong vanished into thin air and was absorbed into the Devouring Pouch.