Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 340 Trapping the Quanxing Sect, Old Tu Bears the Infamy

Cheng Mo walked over to the pile of materials, stretched his wrists, and casually asked Lü Huan, "Huanhuan, do you know about the Eight Extraordinary Techniques?"

Lü Huan nodded: "I know, my great-grandmother has some related memories."

Cheng Mo reached out and beckoned.

The steel and copper in the pile of materials seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, flying out of the wooden box and hovering in mid-air.

Cheng Mo exhaled from his palm, and the flow of Qi enveloped the metal.

The steel began to soften under the influence of the breath, being kneaded, stretched, and shaped like dough.

The copper was melted into liquid and poured into the gaps of the steel frame, forming layer upon layer of runic structures.

Mica was cut into thin slices and inlaid in key areas. Crystal was polished into lenses and installed in the observation window.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

Cheng Mo continued working, saying, "This move of mine is also one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, called Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements. It was taught to me by Ma Xianhong."

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Lu Huan stared wide-eyed, then paused in surprise upon hearing this: "Ma Xianhong? Is he a descendant of Ma Benzai?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Yes, Lao Ma is an honest man. He will teach anyone who wants to learn, but not everyone can learn it."

As the Qi flowed, a Devouring Pouch took shape. The Devouring Pouch was only the size of a billiard ball, with a smooth surface and a faint luster.

Cheng Mo checked it and tossed the sac to Xia He: "Give it a try."

Xia He took it, aimed it at an empty wooden box next to her, and injected her breath.

The wooden box vanished into thin air and was stored in the Devouring Pouch.

Xia He infused her breath again and gave a gentle tremor.

Whoosh—

The wooden box reappeared out of thin air and fell back to its original spot.

Lü Huan exclaimed in amazement, "Brother Cheng, you're amazing!"

She thought to herself, since they're all called the Eight Extraordinary Skills, they must be pretty much the same. Even the Soul-Clearing Technique, which involves splitting the Double-Handed Divine Skill, isn't something every relative in the family knows, and their level of mastery varies greatly. Yet Brother Cheng can use it so skillfully; he must be incredibly powerful.

Cheng Mo continued refining the next Devouring Pouch. His inner energy surged in his hands, and materials flew towards him, melting, deforming, and combining in his palm. As he refined it, he casually remarked, "Huanhuan, don't you want to know where Old Ma is right now?"

Lu Huan shook his head with a wry smile: "I haven't even figured out my own family's affairs."

Cheng Mo smiled, his hands still busy: "Old Ma is in the military camp now. He used the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements to create the Body Refining Furnace, which can transform ordinary people into superhumans. It's not simpler than your Dual-Handed Technique, is it?"

Lü Huan's eyes widened, and her mouth formed an "O": "Much better than mine."

She genuinely believed this. Many members of her great-grandfather's lineage hadn't mastered the Soul-Clearing Technique, and quite a few were ordinary people. In Lü Huan's view, the ability to transform ordinary people into superhumans was far more powerful than the Dual-Hand Technique.

Cheng Mo handed the second refined Devouring Pouch to Xia He, then turned to Lü Huan: "So, Huanhuan, you don't need to worry. Even someone like Lao Ma is accepted by the higher-ups, so having two skills is nothing."

Lü Huan paused for a moment, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers: "Uh—Brother Cheng, you figured it out?"

Xia He walked over with a smile and gently rubbed Lü Huan's face with both hands: "Your worry is written all over your face, my little Huanhuan."

Lu Huan's face was distorted from being rubbed, and his voice was muffled: "I made you worry."

Cheng Mo continued refining the next Devouring Pouch, his hands moving with fluid grace, while he slowly said, "This is all human nature. Whether it's the Bright Soul Technique, the Dual-Handed Technique, or any of the other Eight Extraordinary Techniques, in the end, they're all just techniques."

"The key to cultivation lies in one's own methods. Only when both body and mind are perfected can one achieve a state of perfect harmony between form and spirit. Techniques are tools; the heart is the foundation. No matter how powerful a tool is, if the person wielding it has an impure heart, then the tool becomes a tool for harming others. If the heart is righteous, then the tool becomes a tool for saving others."

Lü Huan nodded vigorously: "Yes, I understand, Brother Cheng."

Cheng Mo smiled at her, then remained silent and focused on refining the weapon.

The warehouse fell silent, save for the buzzing of the circulating Qi and the sizzling of melting materials.

Xia He sat back on the wooden box, put Lü Huan on her lap, and the two of them quietly watched Cheng Mo work.

Cheng Mo's hands moved faster and faster, and the materials flew towards him at an increasingly rapid pace. Steel, copper, mica, and crystal, as if by magic, transformed into smooth, round grains in the blink of an eye.

Ten.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Time passed second by second, and the night deepened. Lü Huan leaned against Xia He's chest, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her head slowly drooping down.

Xia He gently patted Lü Huan's back: "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."

Lu Huan shook his head and tried to open his eyes wide: "I'm not sleepy, I want to watch Brother Cheng forge weapons."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

Xia He smiled and hugged Lü Huan tighter to make her more comfortable.

Fifty.

Sixty.

Seventy.

Cheng Mo took a deep breath and stretched out both hands at the same time. Two pieces of refined steel and two pieces of purple copper flew over at the same time, melting, deforming and combining in his palms.

Eighty.

Cheng Mo stopped and let out a long breath.

Eighty sacs were neatly stacked on the warehouse floor, gleaming faintly under the fluorescent lights.

Cheng Mo stretched, his bones cracking a few times. He glanced at Lü Huan, who was sleeping in Xia He's arms, and said to Xia He in a low voice, "Come on, let's practice and then sleep."

Xia He picked up Lü Huan and gently placed her on an unused hospital bed next to him, then covered her with a blanket.

She then turned around and walked to Cheng Mo, and the two stood face to face.

Stand with your feet apart, knees slightly bent, and hands loosely clasped in front of your abdomen.

Pink mist emanated from both of them simultaneously, slowly spreading throughout the warehouse and enveloping Lü Huan.

In his sleep, the tense expression on Lü Huan's face slowly relaxed, his brows stopped furrowing, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his breathing became steady and long.

The next morning.

When Cheng Mo opened his eyes, he saw Lü Huan squatting next to him, her hands supporting her cheeks, her eyes sparkling as she stared at him.

Cheng Mo narrowed his eyes: "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

Lü Huan chuckled twice: "Brother Cheng, the way you meditate is hilarious, your mouth is open and you're drooling."

Cheng Mo reached up and touched the corner of his mouth, but there was nothing there: "Little brat, you dare to lie to me."

Lü Huan giggled and ran away.

Cheng Mo stood up and stretched his limbs, then took out his phone from his pocket, found Tu Junfang's number, and dialed it.

Beep beep beep—

connected.

Tu Junfang's voice came through the receiver, tinged with surprise: "Brother Cheng, calling so early, is something wrong?"

Cheng Mo went straight to the point: "Old Tu, you know Yuan Tao, right?"

Tu Junfang looked slightly puzzled: "Brother Cheng, is there something you need from him?"

Cheng Mo crossed his legs: "Yeah, ask him for a favor."

Tu Junfang was even more puzzled: "Yuan Tao's only skill is in refining weapons; everything else is a complete mess. With your abilities, Brother Cheng, you don't need him at all."

Cheng Mo said casually, "You're right, Yuan Tao is trash. I mainly want to hang out with his apprentice."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone: "—Brother Cheng, you wouldn't be thinking of killing Yuan Tao, would you?"

Cheng Mo laughed: "It won't be that bad, at most I'll get a beating."

Tu Junfang: "This—"

Cheng Mo interrupted him: "Don't worry, Lao Tu. Help me contact more members of the Quanxing Sect, the more the better, dozens are not too few, a hundred is not too many."

Tu Junfang was startled, and his voice rose: "Brother Cheng, what are you trying to do?"

Cheng Mo said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry."

Tu Junfang felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing those three words.

Cheng Mo continued, "I just want to find more people to deal with the Lü family."

Tu Junfang was even more confused: "Brother Cheng, don't you have a good relationship with All-Tong? Wouldn't it be better to have the company coordinate the Lu family's affairs?"

Cheng Mo sighed: "The key is that this matter cannot be coordinated. The Lü family has to pay a price, and the company will never agree to it."

Tu Junfang thought of the rumors from a few days ago and cautiously probed, "Brother Cheng, do you want to kill Lü Ci or destroy the Lü family?"

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Cheng Mo's tone turned serious: "Old Tu, you think too much of me as evil."

Tu Junfang: "Ah, this—isn't that right?"

Cheng Mo: "I only have a grudge against Lü Ci, not that I would wipe out his entire family. Just take care of his branch of the family."

Tu Junfang: "————What's the difference?"

Cheng Mo knew immediately that he had misunderstood: "I only wanted to cripple their cultivation, I didn't say I wanted to kill them all."

Tu Junfang thought to himself: You might as well kill them all.

Lu Huan, who was listening nearby, didn't think anything was wrong. "Brother Cheng is so kind. He even showed leniency towards his family."