Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

In the mountains and forests outside Lüjia Village.

Cheng Mo and Xia He were walking through the mountains and forests.

"Young Taoist priest, do you think the Lü family might discover us?"

"No way." Cheng Mo tossed the apple core aside. "Unless they've installed surveillance cameras in every corner and stationed hidden sentries at every intersection."

The two hiked through the mountains for more than half an hour, crossed a small hill, and the outline of Lüjia Village came into view.

Cheng Mo stopped and observed the layout of the village.

At the village entrance, two people were sitting on a stone bench chatting. They looked like ordinary villagers, but Cheng Mo could sense the Qi emanating from them.

Several children were chasing and playing on the village road, and an old woman was picking vegetables at her door. Everything seemed very peaceful.

But Cheng Mo knew that many hidden sentries were lurking beneath the calm surface.

He led Xia He around to the side of the village, approaching from a small grove of trees.

A low wall, about 1.5 meters high, separates the woods from the village, and it is covered with morning glories.

Cheng Mo climbed over the low wall, with Xia He following behind.

The two landed silently, walking along the grass and close to the wall into the village.

The defense system of Lüjia Village was very tight, but for Cheng Mo and Xia He, it was practically non-existent.

The two wandered around half of the village. Cheng Mo originally wanted to take advantage of the night to explore Lü Ci's residence and find out the old man's background.

But a strange flow of Qi emanated from the east side of the village.

The frequency of that energy flow was very special, as if something was being conceived and growing, ready to burst forth at any moment.

Cheng Mo pulled Xia He along, and they moved silently in that direction.

The two climbed over a low wall, passed through a narrow alley, and arrived outside a courtyard.

The courtyard was small, surrounded by blue brick walls, with a wooden door slightly ajar.

Through the crack in the door, you could see lights on in the yard.

A little girl with a ponytail was practicing her martial arts in the middle of the courtyard.

She was wearing a white training uniform, barefoot, stepping on the bluestone slabs, slowly raising her hands, palms facing upwards, as if holding something.

Qi flowed slowly from her body, forming a faint halo around her.

That halo wasn't ordinary Qi; it was some kind of special power, carrying an indescribable texture.

Cheng Mo peeked inside furtively, and Xia He, perched on his shoulder, whispered, "This one looks about the same age as Er Zhuang. How come he seems even more powerful than Er Zhuang? Little Taoist, did you have this kind of strength when you were a kid?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "I couldn't feel Qi when I was a child."

Xia He stared at the little girl for a few seconds, then frowned: "Something's not right. This girl's Qi doesn't seem particularly abundant, so why do I feel like she's so amazing?"

Cheng Mo said, "That just means you have a strong sixth sense. This girl should be breaking through soon."

Xia He's eyes lit up, her voice low but unable to hide her excitement: "You mean that Soul Clarity Technique you mentioned? What level have you broken through to? Dual-wielding?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Yeah, probably in the next day or two."

Xia He rubbed her hands together: "I'm kind of looking forward to it. Can broken arms and legs really be cured? How about I catch a rabbit, break it, and let her treat it?"

Cheng Mo glanced at her: "I've noticed you're getting more and more violent lately. Can we stop thinking about fighting all the time?"

Xia He looked completely innocent: "Who was violent? Don't you eat rabbit meat?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment: "It's for food, but I killed the rabbit first, then took its legs. I didn't think about breaking them, treating it, and then killing it to eat the meat."

Xia He thought for a moment: "...That seems to make sense. So how do we test it?"

Cheng Mo said, "Why bother with the experiment? The Dual-Handed Technique is just like that; once you've mastered it, you've mastered it. Besides, the Dual-Handed Technique passed down in the Lü family still has many pitfalls."

Xia He asked, puzzled, "What pit?"

Cheng Mo said, "It's not just a pitfall; this thing is also a genuine inheritance. Once you learn it, you really know it."

Xia He frowned: "Why are you talking incoherently?"

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Alright, stop talking, that girl is almost done practicing."

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In the courtyard, the little girl slowly finished her practice.

Slowly lower both hands from above your head, palms down, to your abdomen.

The pale white halo receded into her body as she moved and disappeared.

"Ugh."

Lü Huan sighed, frowned, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"I feel like I'm about to break through, but why am I always just a little short?"

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then muttered to herself, "How about I ask Grandpa tomorrow?"

Then she clapped her hands, her eyes curving into crescents: "Okay, it's decided then. Now it's TV time."

Lü Huan skipped and hopped into the house, closing the wooden door behind her.

Cheng Mo and Xia He exchanged a glance, quietly changed positions, went around to the back of the house from the side of the courtyard, and looked inside through a window that wasn't closed properly.

The living room has an old-fashioned wooden sofa with cotton cushions, a fruit plate and a remote control on the coffee table, and a hanging scroll on the wall with the four characters "厚德载物" (hou de zai wu, meaning "great virtue carries all things").

Lü Huan jumped onto the sofa, sat cross-legged, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

A line of text appeared on the television screen: "A Lifetime of Wrong Love".

Lü Huan's eyes lit up. He put the remote control aside, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the fruit plate, and started cracking them open with a loud crunching sound.

The TV series has started.

A young woman stood in the hospital corridor, holding a lab report in her hand, her eyes red and swollen.

The man next to her said coldly, "The child isn't mine. Let's get a divorce."

The woman cried and said, "It's impossible, this child is yours."

The man turned and left, while the woman squatted on the ground, crying her heart out.

Lu Huan stopped eating sunflower seeds, and her eyes began to redden.

The plot continues to unfold.

The woman gave birth to the child alone and raised the child alone. When the child got sick and she had no money for medical treatment, she went to sell her blood and collapsed on the street.

Tears streamed down Lü Huan's face, one after another, dripping onto her collar.

She wiped it with the back of her hand and continued reading.

The child grew up and was admitted to university. The woman went to work on construction sites to carry bricks to save money for the child's tuition. She worked so hard that she developed a herniated disc and was bedridden.

The child said, "Mom, I'm not going to school anymore. I'll go to work and earn money to support you."

The woman slapped the child and said, "If you dare not go to school, I'll kill myself."

Lü Huan cried so hard that she forgot to crack the sunflower seeds and crushed them in her hand without even realizing it.

Cheng Mo, watching from outside, had a headache: "Why does this little girl love watching melodramatic soap operas just like that old Taoist priest?"

Xia He also had a toothache: "The worst part is that she even made herself cry."

Cheng Mo: "..."

Xia He suggested, "Little Taoist priest, why don't you find a way to help her speed up her cultivation? Otherwise, we'll have to watch this melodramatic soap opera all the time."

Cheng Mo shook his head: "She can only rely on herself to do this. External help would be too bad for her."

Xia He asked, "Why?"

Cheng Mo shook his head and didn't say anything.

The two stood outside the window for a while longer, making sure Lü Huan made no further moves, before quietly retreating.

After leaving Lüjia Village and returning to the mountains, Cheng Mo and his companion found a slightly open area and set up their tent.

Pink mist emanated from him, enveloping the tent.

……

The next morning.

Lü Huan got out of bed, washed up, changed her clothes, and then skipped out the door.

She walked through several alleys and arrived at a large mansion at the very back of the village.

The courtyard was large, with blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves, and two stone lions standing at the entrance. The stone lions were worn smooth from being touched, and they looked like they had been there for many years.

Lü Huan pushed open the courtyard gate and ran inside.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

In the courtyard, Lü Ci was sitting at the stone table, holding a cup of tea in his hand, with his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

Upon hearing Lü Huan's voice, a smile appeared on the old man's face: "Little Huan, you've come so early."

The TV series has started.

A young woman stood in the hospital corridor, holding a lab report in her hand, her eyes red and swollen.

The man next to her said coldly, "The child isn't mine. Let's get a divorce."

The woman cried and said, "It's impossible, this child is yours."

The man turned and left, while the woman squatted on the ground, crying her heart out.

Lu Huan stopped eating sunflower seeds, and her eyes began to redden.

The plot continues to unfold.

The woman gave birth to the child alone and raised the child alone. When the child got sick and she had no money for medical treatment, she went to sell her blood and collapsed on the street.

Tears streamed down Lü Huan's face, one after another, dripping onto her collar.

She wiped it with the back of her hand and continued reading.

The child grew up and was admitted to university. The woman went to work on construction sites to carry bricks to save money for the child's tuition. She worked so hard that she developed a herniated disc and was bedridden.

The child said, "Mom, I'm not going to school anymore. I'll go to work and earn money to support you."

The woman slapped the child and said, "If you dare not go to school, I'll kill myself."

Lü Huan cried so hard that she forgot to crack the sunflower seeds and crushed them in her hand without even realizing it.

Cheng Mo, watching from outside, had a headache: "Why does this little girl love watching melodramatic soap operas just like that old Taoist priest?"

Xia He also had a toothache: "The worst part is that she even made herself cry."

Cheng Mo: "..."

Xia He suggested, "Little Taoist priest, why don't you find a way to help her speed up her cultivation? Otherwise, we'll have to watch this melodramatic soap opera all the time."

Cheng Mo shook his head: "She can only rely on herself to do this. External help would be too bad for her."

Xia He asked, "Why?"

Cheng Mo shook his head and didn't say anything.

The two stood outside the window for a while longer, making sure Lü Huan made no further moves, before quietly retreating.

After leaving Lüjia Village and returning to the mountains, Cheng Mo and his companion found a slightly open area and set up their tent.

Pink mist emanated from him, enveloping the tent.

……

The next morning.

Lü Huan got out of bed, washed up, changed her clothes, and then skipped out the door.

She walked through several alleys and arrived at a large mansion at the very back of the village.

The courtyard was large, with blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves, and two stone lions standing at the entrance. The stone lions were worn smooth from being touched, and they looked like they had been there for many years.

Lü Huan pushed open the courtyard gate and ran inside.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

In the courtyard, Lü Ci was sitting at the stone table, holding a cup of tea in his hand, with his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

Upon hearing Lü Huan's voice, a smile appeared on the old man's face: "Little Huan, you've come so early."

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A young woman stood in the hospital corridor, holding a lab report in her hand, her eyes red and swollen.

The man next to her said coldly, "The child isn't mine. Let's get a divorce."

The woman cried and said, "It's impossible, this child is yours."

The man turned and left, while the woman squatted on the ground, crying her heart out.

Lu Huan stopped eating sunflower seeds, and her eyes began to redden.

The plot continues to unfold.

The woman gave birth to the child alone and raised the child alone. When the child got sick and she had no money for medical treatment, she went to sell her blood and collapsed on the street.

Tears streamed down Lü Huan's face, one after another, dripping onto her collar.

She wiped it with the back of her hand and continued reading.

The child grew up and was admitted to university. The woman went to work on construction sites to carry bricks to save money for the child's tuition. She worked so hard that she developed a herniated disc and was bedridden.

The child said, "Mom, I'm not going to school anymore. I'll go to work and earn money to support you."

The woman slapped the child and said, "If you dare not go to school, I'll kill myself."

Lü Huan cried so hard that she forgot to crack the sunflower seeds and crushed them in her hand without even realizing it.

Cheng Mo, watching from outside, had a headache: "Why does this little girl love watching melodramatic soap operas just like that old Taoist priest?"

Xia He also had a toothache: "The worst part is that she even made herself cry."

Cheng Mo: "..."

Xia He suggested, "Little Taoist priest, why don't you find a way to help her speed up her cultivation? Otherwise, we'll have to watch this melodramatic soap opera all the time."

Cheng Mo shook his head: "She can only rely on herself to do this. External help would be too bad for her."

Xia He asked, "Why?"

Cheng Mo shook his head and didn't say anything.

The two stood outside the window for a while longer, making sure Lü Huan made no further moves, before quietly retreating.

After leaving Lüjia Village and returning to the mountains, Cheng Mo and his companion found a slightly open area and set up their tent.

Pink mist emanated from him, enveloping the tent.

……

The next morning.

Lü Huan got out of bed, washed up, changed her clothes, and then skipped out the door.

She walked through several alleys and arrived at a large mansion at the very back of the village.

The courtyard was large, with blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves, and two stone lions standing at the entrance. The stone lions were worn smooth from being touched, and they looked like they had been there for many years.

Lü Huan pushed open the courtyard gate and ran inside.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

In the courtyard, Lü Ci was sitting at the stone table, holding a cup of tea in his hand, with his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

Upon hearing Lü Huan's voice, a smile appeared on the old man's face: "Little Huan, you've come so early."

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The TV series has started.

A young woman stood in the hospital corridor, holding a lab report in her hand, her eyes red and swollen.

The man next to her said coldly, "The child isn't mine. Let's get a divorce."

The woman cried and said, "It's impossible, this child is yours."

The man turned and left, while the woman squatted on the ground, crying her heart out.

Lu Huan stopped eating sunflower seeds, and her eyes began to redden.

The plot continues to unfold.

The woman gave birth to the child alone and raised the child alone. When the child got sick and she had no money for medical treatment, she went to sell her blood and collapsed on the street.

Tears streamed down Lü Huan's face, one after another, dripping onto her collar.

She wiped it with the back of her hand and continued reading.

The child grew up and was admitted to university. The woman went to work on construction sites to carry bricks to save money for the child's tuition. She worked so hard that she developed a herniated disc and was bedridden.

The child said, "Mom, I'm not going to school anymore. I'll go to work and earn money to support you."

The woman slapped the child and said, "If you dare not go to school, I'll kill myself."

Lü Huan cried so hard that she forgot to crack the sunflower seeds and crushed them in her hand without even realizing it.

Cheng Mo, watching from outside, had a headache: "Why does this little girl love watching melodramatic soap operas just like that old Taoist priest?"

Xia He also had a toothache: "The worst part is that she even made herself cry."

Cheng Mo: "..."

Xia He suggested, "Little Taoist priest, why don't you find a way to help her speed up her cultivation? Otherwise, we'll have to watch this melodramatic soap opera all the time."

Cheng Mo shook his head: "She can only rely on herself to do this. External help would be too bad for her."

Xia He asked, "Why?"

Cheng Mo shook his head and didn't say anything.

The two stood outside the window for a while longer, making sure Lü Huan made no further moves, before quietly retreating.

After leaving Lüjia Village and returning to the mountains, Cheng Mo and his companion found a slightly open area and set up their tent.

Pink mist emanated from him, enveloping the tent.

……

The next morning.

Lü Huan got out of bed, washed up, changed her clothes, and then skipped out the door.

She walked through several alleys and arrived at a large mansion at the very back of the village.

The courtyard was large, with blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves, and two stone lions standing at the entrance. The stone lions were worn smooth from being touched, and they looked like they had been there for many years.

Lü Huan pushed open the courtyard gate and ran inside.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

In the courtyard, Lü Ci was sitting at the stone table, holding a cup of tea in his hand, with his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

Upon hearing Lü Huan's voice, a smile appeared on the old man's face: "Little Huan, you've come so early."