Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 353 The Lu family members also need to be selected.

Several young members of the Lü family, their eyes reddening, abandoned their Quanxing opponents and charged towards Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo didn't even glance at them. The array patterns under his feet spread out, and the young men who rushed over suddenly felt their feet go soft. The stone slab ground turned into a swamp, and they sank halfway into it, unable to move.

Lu Ci stared in horror, veins bulging on his forehead, his body struggling violently, but Cheng Mo's hand remained unmoved.

Lu Huan stood beside Cheng Mo with a serious expression, pursing her lips, watching her clansmen fall one by one, clenching her fists.

Cheng Mo patted Lü Huan's shoulder with his free hand: "Don't worry, Huanhuan, I'm keeping an eye on things. None of the injuries are fatal, and no one will die."

Lü Huan nodded.

She understood what her older brother meant—as long as the person wasn't dead, even if they were missing an arm or a leg, she could heal them, even if it meant exhausting her own energy, it was to atone for her great-grandfather's sins.

Cheng Mo wasn't as evil as Lü Huan thought. The Lü family members deserved to be taught a lesson, but they didn't deserve to all be crippled.

This mainly depends on how the people involved operate.

If the Quanxing members are just knocked unconscious, that's fine. But if the Lü family members are left with missing limbs, then the Quanxing members will also be missing limbs. The Lü family has Lü Huan to treat them, but the Quanxing have no one to treat them.

Fortunately, the Quanxing group was exceptionally restrained today. Everyone acted with restraint, only stunning the target without causing serious injury.

The members of the Lü family kept disappearing, one after another being collected into the Devouring Pouch by Han Dan'er.

Lu Ci's expression became increasingly ferocious.

His eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets. His facial muscles were contorted, and his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to roar, but he couldn't speak. All he could make were hissing sounds.

The air accumulated more and more, expanding in his chest cavity like an inflating balloon, growing bigger and bigger, until it reached a critical point and burst.

Lu Ci's eyes rolled back, and he went limp and fainted.

When the Lü family saw this, they thought the clan leader was dead, and their eyes turned red with anger.

Lü Zhong immediately panicked: "Father! What have you done to my father?!"

"Grandpa!"

"Chieftain!"

"Let's fight them!"

The Lu family members, who had been somewhat discouraged, suddenly became energetic and charged forward, yelling and shouting. The Quanxing members were forced to retreat, and several of them were sent flying by a single palm strike, rolling several times on the ground.

With a push from Cheng Mo's hand, a gentle flow of Qi surged from his palm and poured into Lü Ci's body.

Hiccup! Lü Ci woke up again, blinked, and looked around blankly.

Cheng Mo, holding up Lü Ci, shouted, "All members of the Lü family, stop resisting! Look at your clan leader! He's still alive and well! He was just stunned by your anger!"

When the Lu family members saw that their patriarch had woken up again, their spirits immediately dissipated.

Some people lowered their fists halfway up, some people gathered their Ruyi energy in their palms and then dispersed it, and some people stood still, looking at Cheng Mo and then at Lü Ci, unsure whether they should continue fighting.

The members of Quanxing seized the opportunity and swarmed forward.

The members of Quanxing seized this opportunity and rushed forward.

The bald, burly man knocked one down with a punch, the man in the floral shirt kicked another, and the woman in red slapped one after another. The members of the Lü family fell down like wheat being harvested.

Han Dan'er weaved through the crowd, pulled out his food pouch, and quickly stuffed people into it. His movements became more and more skilled, and his expression became more and more focused. His round body was as agile as an eel.

Before long, only a few elderly, weak, women and children from the Lü family remained standing in Lüjia Village. They slumped against the wall, trembling and afraid to move.

The Quanxing members stood there panting heavily, some clenching their fists, some wiping their sweat, and some squatting on the ground, all with excitement and pride on their faces.

The cloth bag in Han Dan'er's hand deflated—the food bag was almost full.

He looked down and rummaged through the cloth bag; there were only three left. He then looked up at the many Lu family members lying there and scratched his head.

Ding Shian came out of the lounge at this moment.

He was drinking tea in the lounge while a ping-pong game was going on outside. He sat in a chair and slowly drank, finishing one cup and then another. Only after finishing the third cup did he slowly stand up, pat the tea stains off his clothes, and push open the door to come out.

All the members of Quanxing looked at Ding An, their expressions becoming subtle.

Xue Pan took two steps toward Ding An, and Wang Ergou followed. Zhang Kun emerged from underground and stood beside the two. The other members of the Quanxing Sect gradually gathered around, their eyes shifting between Cheng Mo and Ding An.

Some people started making plans.

The Lü family is all in disguise now, and they still haven't obtained the Double-Handed Technique. Cheng Mo is alone, Ding An is alone, and their side has fifty or sixty people. If they could join forces with Ding An and force Cheng Mo to hand over the Double-Handed Technique—

The bald, burly man touched his still-bleeding nose and said in a muffled voice, "Mr. Ding, now that kid has taken care of the entire Lü family, shouldn't we split up?"

The man in the floral shirt got up from the ground, clutching his stomach, which had been swollen from being kicked by the Lu family's child, and said through gritted teeth, "That's right, we've worked ourselves to the bone, we can't let it all go to waste, can we?"

The woman in red shook the blood off her hands and smiled. "Mr. Ding, why don't you go and talk to Master Cheng?"

Others joined in, their voices growing louder and louder, surrounding Ding Shian in the middle, with some even starting to push forward.

Ding Shian glanced at them, his expression indifferent.

A young man with a buzz cut squeezed out of the crowd, pointed at Cheng Mo who was still in the courtyard, and said to Ding An, "Mr. Ding, you are a hero. With just one word from you, would that kid dare to refuse? With so many of us here, what can he possibly do?"

Ding Shian looked at the young man and asked calmly, "Are you finished?"

The young man paused for a moment, then said, "You're done?"

Ding An slapped him across the face.

Snapped.

The young man's head slammed into the ground, and he lay sprawled on the ground, his limbs twitching twice before going still.

The entire group fell silent instantly.

Ding Shian wiped his hands on his trouser leg and glanced at everyone: "Who else wants to say something?"

The members of Quanxing all took two steps back, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Xue Pan shrank back silently. Wang Ergou lowered his head, pretending to study the ants on the ground. Zhang Kun simply burrowed into the ground, leaving only his head sticking out.

Ding Shian walked towards Cheng Mo and cupped his hands in greeting: "Brother Cheng, I've seen all the Quanxing members; none of them caused any trouble."

Cheng Mo gave Ding Shian a thumbs up: "Old Ding, you're a true friend."

Ding Shian leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms again: "I just don't want to be used as a pawn by a bunch of idiots."

The members of Quanxing looked at each other, their expressions as varied as if they had been dyed in a dye shop.

Some people cursed under their breath, some regretted coming, and some were already planning how to run away.

But no one dared to speak again.

Cheng Mo ignored the Quanxing members and turned to Lü Huan: "Huanhuan, come on, let's check."

Lü Huan nodded and walked to Cheng Mo's side.

Cheng Mo walked up to Han Dan'er and patted his belly: "Han Dan'er, take out all the food sacs."

Han Dan'er pulled a cloth bag from his pocket and handed it over, a simple smile on his round face: "I've packed a lot, the bag is almost full."

Cheng Mo took the cloth bag from Han Dan'er and poured out the food sacs one by one, arranging them in a row on the ground.

Lu Huan squatted down, picked up a sac, and probed it with his breath to sense the fluctuations within.

"This one is from my great-grandfather's lineage."

Cheng Mo took the food pouch, gave it a gentle shake, and a middle-aged man lay on the ground, still unconscious.

Lü Huan picked up the next one and sensed it: "This one too."

Cheng Mo revealed that it was another member of the Lü family.

They picked out seven or eight in a row, all of whom were from Lü Zhong's lineage or other collateral branches.

Lü Huan picked up the ninth one, sensed it for a moment, and pursed her lips: "This one is from my grandfather's family."

Cheng Mo put the one on the other side.

Lu Huan continued to examine, distinguishing each one, keeping some and releasing others. More and more people were lying unconscious on the ground, while Cheng Mo had fewer and fewer food sacs in his hand.