Under One Person: Sincerity Moves the Gods

Chapter 103 Tang Clan

Longhu Mountain, a secluded courtyard.

After receiving the letter, Li Cunzhen opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.

The handwriting, like Wugensheng's personality, is casual and sloppy, with a carefree and unrestrained spirit in the strokes.

Li Cunzhen glanced at it a few times and roughly understood the contents of the letter.

This letter was not written specifically for him, but was written by Wugensheng and then reproduced in several copies using some means.

It is given to several different recipients.

The letter stated that the Tang Clan had recently received a commission from Boss Zhao to assassinate the leader of the Japanese supernatural organization, Higanbana, at the Japanese military camp.

The Japanese devils have been wreaking havoc on Chinese soil for a long time and are the mortal enemies of all Chinese people.

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.

Therefore, Wugensheng decided to lend a hand to the Tang Clan by leading a raid on the military camp during the day to tire out the Tang Clan's opponents during their nighttime operations.

In addition to the Quanxing faction, he also invited some righteous people from other sects to go with him.

Li Cunzhen was one of them.

Of course, the military camp was full of well-trained soldiers, all of whom were armed with firearms.

Even the most powerful superhumans could perish before them.

Wugensheng also reminded the recipient of this point in his letter, making the participation entirely voluntary.

After reading it, Li Cunzhen put away the letter and remained silent for a moment.

Tang Clan, Biheren.

These two words stirred up many memories in his mind.

He still remembered that tragic yet exciting part of the original story.

The Tang Clan dispatched more than ten elite soldiers, led by Tang Xiaoren, the head of the Tang Clan. Tang Xiaoren carried out the assassination mission, while the others attracted the attention of the others in the camp.

In the end, Tang Xiaoren and several other experts died in battle, killing the ninja leader at an extremely heavy cost.

That was the most tragic page in the entire Under One Person comic, even in the Tang Sect.

Li Cunzhen did not hesitate for long about this matter.

As a member of the Chinese nation, he could not possibly stand idly by in the face of foreign invasion.

Moreover, his cultivation has greatly improved.

He has mastered the various techniques of Wuhou Qimen, including the seventh level of the Reverse Life Triple Stage, Samadhi True Fire, Flying Sword Daoist Robe, and Leak-Free Vajra, and now he needs to put his knowledge into practice.

Wugensheng's invitation was a good opportunity for him.

Finally, there was the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley, which he had been thinking about ever since he overcame his inner demons.

Three years ago, in Lujia Town, he declined Wugensheng's invitation.

At that time, he was haunted by a demon; his obsession with honesty and not compromising in the slightest made him hesitate and never dare to make a real decision.

But now Li Cunzhen's demons have been eliminated, his mind is clear, and he is no longer bound by the lower corpse.

From his current perspective.

Even though she had publicly rejected Wugensheng back then, it wouldn't hurt to go see him privately now.

Whether it's sincere or not, practicality is all that matters!

As long as you don't deceive yourself and know what you're doing, that's fine!

However, Li Cunzhen did not intend to act together with Quanxing.

A daytime raid on the military camp would be too conspicuous, and the Quanxing members would be fighting individually, making it difficult to achieve anything significant.

Why not take advantage of the night to travel with the Tang Clan and witness the exquisite assassination techniques of the Tang Clan?

Furthermore, with his current cultivation and combat power, he might even be able to save a few Tang Clan masters who were supposed to die in the original story.

Having thought this through, Li Cunzhen had already made his decision.

But he stood up, instead of heading straight down the mountain.

Today marks three years since he arrived at Longhu Mountain.

It was also the day that Zhang Jingqing had arranged for Zhang Huaiyi and Zhang Zhiwei to have their official showdown.

Three years ago, Zhang Jingqing made Zhang Huaiyi practice thunder magic diligently, and had Li Cunzhen as his sparring partner.

Now, three years later, Zhang Huaiyi's progress is astonishing. His mastery of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method and the Golden Light Mantra far surpasses that of his peers.

Of course, it's still no match for that monster Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Jingqing was simply bringing this matter to a conclusion.

As for why Li Cunzhen was allowed to watch the game...

Li Cunzhen had fought alongside Zhang Huaiyi for quite some time, so naturally he wanted to know the final outcome.

Thinking about it.

Li Cunzhen put away the letter, walked out of the side courtyard, and walked up the stone steps to the main hall.

When Li Cunzhen arrived at the deepest part of Longhu Mountain.

The door to the main hall was wide open.

Zhang Jingqing sat in the armchair, holding a teacup in her hand. The tea had gone cold, but she didn't drink it.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the two people in the room.

Zhang Zhiwei stood on the left, arms crossed, looking languid, like a dozing tiger.

Zhang Huaiyi stood on the right, his expression seemingly calm, but his breathing was slightly faster than usual.

He was wearing a worn-out Taoist robe, the cuffs of which were already faded. He stood upright, his gaze occasionally glancing at Zhang Zhiwei before quickly looking away.

Li Cunzhen stepped into the main hall, stood by the door, and remained silent.

Zhang Jingqing glanced at him and nodded slightly, as if to say hello.

Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi did the same, nodding at Li Cunzhen.

It's not negligence.

However, several years have passed, and everyone is already quite familiar with each other, so there's no need to be so particular about these formalities.

Everyone has arrived.

Zhang Jingqing put down her teacup and nodded.

"Alright, Huaiyi, Zhiwei, let's begin."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow.

He looked at the junior brother opposite him who was much shorter than him, and then at Zhang Jingqing.

"Master, shall I fight Huaiyi?"

"Really?"

Seeing this, Zhang Jingqing snorted coldly, making a sound through her nose, and said irritably.

"Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Zhiwei, do you really think you're invincible?!"

"Huaiyi practiced his skills right under your nose, and you didn't even notice!"

"That's right, it was you who fought him!"

Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback when he saw this, and then turned to look at Zhang Huaiyi.

The latter has already taken the stance.

Zhang Zhiwei then realized that his master was serious, and his expression turned solemn.

"Huaiyi, oh Huaiyi, you've been hiding your true colors quite well!"

"Come on, let your senior brother see how much you've improved."

He didn't put on any special stance, nor did he even use the Golden Light Spell. He simply stood there casually and beckoned to Zhang Huaiyi.

Zhang Huaiyi remained silent for a moment.

Then, his eyes sharpened.

Li Cunzhen and Zhang Jingqing always thought Zhang Huaiyi was like a rat.

They like to hide things and can't stand the light of day.

But at this moment, his eyes were not those of a rat, but rather like a sharp dagger that had been honed for three years!

Zhang Huaiyi lowered his body slightly, took a step, and shouted in a low voice.

"Senior brother, please forgive me!"

The next moment, his figure vanished, his entire being disappearing into the shadows of the ground like a ghost, his breath fading away.

At this point, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes finally opened a little wider.

"what?"

"Huaiyi, I didn't realize you had such a sharp edge!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Dozens of golden rays exploded from beneath his feet!

Golden light blade.

Three years ago, Zhang Huaiyi could only condense three blades, but now, with this one move, dozens of solid golden light blades burst forth from the ground from all directions, enveloping Zhang Zhiwei entirely.

Each blade of light was like a tangible, sharp blade, with a whistling sound as it cut through the air.

Zhang Zhiwei clasped his hands together, and golden light circulated, covering his body with a rich layer of golden light.

He thought his golden light could easily block the blade of energy.

But the next moment.

The light blade struck him, making a sound like a sword piercing through wood, and almost broke through his defenses!

Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback, and quickly strengthened the protective golden light around him before taking a step back.

This small step, however, caused Zhang Huaiyi's subsequent attacks to all fail, with all the light blades stuck in the air and exploding into golden fragments.

Zhang Zhiwei turned to look at the dissipating golden energy blades, a hint of seriousness finally appearing in his eyes.

"So it's a technique specifically designed to counter the Golden Light Spell, specifically used against me?"

He turned his head back and stared at Zhang Huaiyi.

"Huaiyi."

"I really underestimated you!"

Zhang Zhiwei's voice was tinged with laughter, but he had unconsciously adjusted his center of gravity.

Zhang Huaiyi did not answer.

He changed hand seals, and the golden light around him dissipated, replaced by streaks of blue and white electricity.

The electric arcs were dense and steady, flowing across his body and crackling, illuminating the entire main hall in a pure white light.

Li Cunzhen and Zhang Jingqing stood by the door watching.

Seeing this, Li Cunzhen said in a low voice.

"In three years, Huaiyi has mastered the Thunder Technique to this level; he has indeed worked very hard."

Zhang Jingqing replied calmly.

"This is not something that can be achieved simply by working hard."

"Hard work is one thing, talent is another. He has always had the potential, but he just kept it hidden before."

During their conversation.

Zhang Huaiyi's palm thunder is ready to strike.

With a push of his right hand, Zhang Huaiyi unleashed a bolt of blue-white lightning as thick as an arm, which struck straight at Zhang Zhiwei's face.

It is extremely fast and its power is far greater than it was three years ago.

Zhang Zhiwei dodged to the side, and the lightning grazed his shoulder before striking the wall behind him.

The wall still shone with a golden light, blocking the lightning and preventing any damage.

But Zhang Huaiyi did not stop.

One, two, three.

He unleashed five palm strikes in quick succession, each one faster and more powerful than the last.

Zhang Zhiwei's figure flashed and twisted amidst the lightning, and although he was still unharmed, he was no longer as carefree as Shi Cai.

Li Cunzhen continued.

"Huaiyi's technique of continuously unleashing palm lightning is an application of the rhythm of releasing golden light energy blades to lightning magic."

"It's fast and ruthless, making it very difficult to defend against."

Zhang Jingqing nodded in agreement.

"Over the years, he has endured all the hardships of the hottest and coldest days of summer, and all his training has finally paid off."

Meanwhile.

Zhang Zhiwei seemed tired of continuing to hide.

He no longer simply dodged; he raised his right hand, and golden light condensed in his palm, transforming into a pillar of light that crashed into the next palm lightning strike.

boom!

The golden light collided with the lightning, and a dazzling white light exploded in the hall.

The air surged and made the curtains on both sides flutter loudly.

Zhang Huaiyi was forced to take a half step by the blast wave, but quickly regained his balance.

He changed his hand seals again, and the electric arcs around his body began to condense, turning the scattered lightning into a solid blue-white pillar of light that pulsed between his palms.

This strike was clearly the strongest technique he had mastered over the past three years.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the beam of light, his eyes lighting up with excitement once more.

"Huaiyi, you still have some good stuff? Come on!"

Zhang Huaiyi took a deep breath and thrust both of his penises out forcefully.

"Thunder Dragon!"

Blue and white lightning surged from his palm, transforming into a ferocious electric dragon that lunged at Zhang Zhiwei with bared fangs and claws.

Wherever the thunder dragon passed, the air was ionized, producing crackling sounds, and tiny cracks appeared on the blue tiles of the floor.

Zhang Jingqing straightened up slightly, and Kang Guang became more serious.

"This move is enough."

He muttered something under his breath, a rare hint of approval amidst his anger.

Li Cunzhen nodded.

"If it weren't for Old Zhang's price, Huaiyi would have been able to secure the title of the strongest disciple among the Longhu Mountain disciples just by having this one Thunder Dragon."

As the two were talking, Lei Long had already pounced on Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his right hand.

The Golden Light Mantra was activated to its maximum, and his right palm was enveloped in a dense layer of golden light, like a small sun.

Then, he inquired and captured the thunder dragon.

The Thunder Dragon struggled, hissed, and exploded in his palm, emitting a dazzling white light.

But Zhang Zhiwei remained motionless; the golden light, like a mountain, pressed down firmly on the thunder dragon.

After a few breaths, the thunder dragon dissipated.

Zhang Zhiwei withdrew his hand, leaving a faint white mark on his palm that disappeared in an instant.

He looked at Zhang Huaiyi and grinned.

"Huaiyi, not bad!"

"You're the first among us fellow disciples to make me use the full power of the Golden Light Mantra for defense."

Despite claiming to be giving it his all, Cheng never used any lightning magic from beginning to end.

Zhang Huaiyi stood still, his chest heaving, his face pale.

He had used up most of his true energy, but there was no disappointment in his eyes; instead, there was a sense of relief.

Zhang Zhiwei stepped forward and patted Zhang Huaiyi on the shoulder.

"Keep practicing, I believe in you!"

Zhang Huaiyi bowed respectfully but did not respond.

After that, the two of them went their separate ways.

But Li Cunzhen remained in the main hall.

Zhang Jingqing leaned back in her chair and looked at Li Cunzhen.

"Find a sect of three demons, and you'll be stuck on Mount Longhu for three whole years."

"This deal is really a good one!"

Li Cunzhen said.

"For the past three years, I have been fortunate to receive the care of the Celestial Master. Today, I have come to bid farewell to him."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingqing raised an eyebrow.

"Saying goodbye? You're going down the mountain?"

But he quickly nodded.

"That's true. After all, Huaiyi has already been exposed, so there's no point in keeping you around."

Li Cunzhen nodded without saying anything.

There was no mention of Wugensheng's name, nor of the Tang Clan or the Japanese military camp.

Zhang Jingqing glanced at him and waved her hand dismissively.

"It would be good to go down the mountain for a walk. Go ahead. You can come to Longhu Mountain to do good deeds when you have time. I think you have a good relationship with Zhiwei and Huaiyi."

Li Cunzhen nodded, then bowed solemnly.

"At this time, we would also welcome the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain to come to our Sanyi Sect for a chat."

"This junior takes his leave."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the main hall.

Back in the side courtyard, Li Cunzhen told Lu Jin and Li Muxuan about his intention to leave Longhu Mountain.

Li Cunzhen said he had personal matters to attend to and asked the two to return to Sanyi Gate first.

Then he began packing his things.

A few changes of clothes, a few martial arts manuals or notes, and replies from Zuo Ruotong and Li Cunyi.

There weren't many items; they all fit in one package.

He took a deep breath and stepped out of the courtyard.

As he descended the stone steps, the mountain gate drew ever closer. The Taoist priest sweeping the ground recognized him and stepped aside to pay his respects.

Li Cunzhen nodded to him and stepped through the mountain gate.

Tang Clan, Bihe Ren, and the Japanese Army Camp.

Assassination techniques, Japanese supernatural beings, and firearms.

These were all situations that Li Cunzhen had never encountered before.

Who knows what kind of situation we'll encounter on this trip?

As the sun rose higher, it cast a long shadow on the ground.

Without much thought, he continued eastward along the official road.

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