Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 358 Finding a Good Teacher for the Silly Boy

Cheng Mo's lips twitched: "Old Lü, I told you to be gentle, are you taking apart parts?"

Lu Ci raised his head, looking completely innocent: "I've been very gentle. If it were before, I would have twisted these people's arms off long ago."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Alright, that's settled then. Nobody's going to die anyway."

The Quanxing members lay sprawled on the grass, some completely unconscious, others rolling on the ground clutching their broken arms and legs.

The only two people standing were Yuan Tao and Han Dan'er.

Yuan Tao barely dared to breathe, her face contorted with wrinkles, and cautiously asked, "Um—Master Cheng, can you return these things that Han Dan'er has been keeping for you?"

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "No rush, Han Dan'er, you take it first."

Han Dan'er nodded vigorously and hugged the cloth bag even tighter: "Don't worry, big brother, I will take good care of it. I won't give it to Master even if he wants it."

Yuan Tao's face twitched, and he said with a bitter expression, "Master Cheng, just say what you want to say. I really have no hostility towards you."

Cheng Mo looked at him with a smile: "Don't worry, I don't mean any harm. Someone will be here to pick up Han Dan'er soon."

Yuan Tao was stunned: "?? Pick up Han Dan'er?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a roaring sound came from afar.

An armed helicopter flew out from behind the ridge at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye it was overhead, the airflow from its rotors flattening the grass on the ground.

The helicopter hovered overhead, the cabin door opened, and a ladder was dropped down. The ladder swayed a few times in the wind before dangling to the ground.

Cheng Mo waved to Han Dan'er: "Han Dan'er, put your things on the ground. You get on the helicopter and listen to the other uncles' instructions."

This was the other side that Cheng Mo had begged his master to help him contact. Regardless of whether Ma Xianhong had accepted his current identity and started cooperating with the military, Han Dan'er would be handed over to Ma Xianhong for training.

Old Ma is several times better than Yuan Tao, and Han Dan'er's talent is definitely better than Qiu Rang's. With Ma Xianhong's guidance, the talent pool will be greatly expanded.

Without hesitation, Han Dan'er put the cloth bag on the ground, his round body lunged at the rope ladder, and he climbed up using both his hands and feet, his movements so nimble that he didn't look like a fat man at all.

Yuan Tao was furious and shouted, "Cheng Mo, what do you think you're doing?!"

Cheng Mo didn't even turn his head: "This idiot will only suffer if he stays with you. I've arranged a good place for him."

"Bullshit! I've raised him for so many years! Who do you think you are, to just send him away like that!"

Nine beads floated out from around Yuan Tao, shimmering with various colors of light, poised to strike—his signature treasure, the Nine Dragons.

Cheng Mo flicked his finger, and the soil beneath Yuan Tao's feet suddenly softened, sinking his feet into it like a swamp. Gravel climbed up his calves, enveloping him completely in the blink of an eye, leaving only his head sticking out.

Halfway up the mountain, the simpleton turned around and saw his master buried. He cried out in alarm, "Big brother! Don't hit my master!"

Cheng Mo waved to Han Dan'er: "Don't worry, I'm just helping him clear his head. You go upstairs."

After hesitating for a moment, Han Dan'er continued climbing.

Yuan Tao was buried in the soil, watching helplessly as Han Dan'er climbed higher and higher, her eyes turning red with anxiety.

He knew he was no match for Cheng Mo at all; he couldn't even withstand a single finger from him, let alone fight him.

But for the sake of Han Dan'er, he had no choice but to fight with all his might.

Yuan Tao gritted his teeth, his body working frantically, urging the Nine Dragons to smash towards the helicopter and the cloth bag containing the Devouring Pouch on the ground!

Although his body was bound, his Qi could still circulate, allowing him to control the magical artifact!

But the nine beads flew less than ten centimeters before they hovered in mid-air, motionless.

Yuan Tao frantically urged his breath, veins bulging on his forehead, his entire body surging out as if it were free, but the nine beads remained completely still, not even trembling.

"This—how is this possible?!" Yuan Tao's voice trembled.

Then something even more shocking happened.

Nine beads slowly flew towards Cheng Mo, one after another, passing before his eyes, allowing him to see the patterns on each bead.

Cheng Mo reached out and took one, weighing it in his hand: "Old Yuan, you do have some skill; these beads are quite well made."

Yuan Tao stared at Cheng Mo in shock: "You—how did you do that?"

He couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes at all.

This Nine Dragon Sons Magic Treasure was nurtured by Yuan Tao himself and his blood over a long period of time, and is deeply bound to his spirit and even soul.

Under normal circumstances, only Yuan Tao's Qi can be smoothly driven. It only recognizes Yuan Tao, and input from others will be strongly rejected, extremely inefficient, or even backfire.

But just now, Cheng Mo easily took control from him.

The connection between Yuan Tao and the Nine Dragons was completely severed, leaving not a trace.

The Nine Dragon Sons offered no resistance whatsoever, as if they were Cheng Mo's magical artifacts from the start.

Cheng Mo smiled and said, "Want to know?"

Yuan Tao opened his mouth: "—I want to."

Cheng Mo tossed the nine dragons back to Yuan Tao, one after another, hitting him on the head with a loud thud: "I won't tell you."

Yuan Tao: "————"

Cheng Mo's move was actually quite simple: he used the Divine Refinement method to cleanse the original spirituality of the magic weapon and then re-energize it.

He could also use the sorcerer's methods he had previously learned to find and modify the tiny gears hidden in the rules of the world's operation, but that would lose the magic weapon's own spirituality.

It's like painting over a famous painting and repainting it; the canvas is still there, but the original painting is gone.

With the help of the Divine Craftsmanship, this problem will not exist—it's like directly changing the signature on a famous painting to your own; the painting is still the same painting, only the owner has changed.

Simply put, Cheng Mo can make any magical artifact his plaything if he wants.

Of course, the magical artifacts and treasures refined by divine craftsmanship are meant for everyone to use, unlike things like Yuan Tao that are nourished by blood and are so exclusive.

Yuan Tao, of course, knew nothing of this. His head was still throbbing from being hit by his own magic weapon, and he felt completely drained, collapsing into the mud.

Cheng Mo didn't care what he thought. After the plane left, he slapped Yuan Tao on the back of the head.

Snapped.

Yuan Tao rolled her eyes and fainted.

Cheng Mo took out his phone, found Zhao Fangxu's number, and dialed it.

Beep beep beep—

connected.

"Old Zhao, all the Quanxing members are here. Send someone to take them back and interrogate them properly." Cheng Mo glanced at the people lying haphazardly on the ground. "Each of them probably has a case against them. Proceed according to the current laws. Don't try to treat them differently because they are extraordinary."

Zhao Fangxu's voice came through the receiver: "Those are minor matters. How is the Lü family doing?"

Cheng Mo's tone turned serious: "This is no small matter, you know what I mean."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Zhao Fangxu sighed: "I understand what you mean, but things need to be done step by step."

Cheng Mo chuckled, "Heh, don't try to fool me. Let me remind you, the world of supernatural beings is about to undergo a transformation unprecedented in a thousand years. If you can't keep up, don't blame your cheap junior brother for not warning you."

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Fangxu frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

Cheng Mo looked in the direction the helicopter disappeared: "Many of our civilian technologies were transitioned from military to civilian use. Ma Xianhong is now in the military. Do you know what Ma Xianhong has done?"

Zhao Fangxu remained silent for a long while, his voice slightly hoarse: "—Is that really possible?"

"Guess?"

There was silence again on the other end of the phone. After a long while, Zhao Fangxu let out a long sigh: "Let's not think that far ahead. How do you plan to handle the Lü family's matter?"

Cheng Mo glanced at Lü Huan, who was standing obediently beside him, and then at Lü Ci, who was still unconscious: "Didn't we agree before that the corpses would be dug up and burned, and the Minghun Technique in the bodies of the living would be cleared?"

Zhao Fangxu asked, "Where is Lü Huan?"

Cheng Mo countered, "What do you want to do?"

Zhao Fangxu paused for a moment: "It's up to you to decide."

Cheng Mo shrugged and said, "That settles it then."

Zhao Fangxu was getting anxious: "No, at least give me a definite answer."

Cheng Mo scratched his head: "I haven't even figured it out myself, what am I supposed to give you? Okay, that's it, bye."

"Feed—ouch! Damn it!"