Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Li Muxuan could only rely on his vague memories to make his way arduously southwest.

He had no specific destination; he simply moved instinctively toward a few relatively "safe" places to stay that he remembered.

That was the residence of several Quanxing comrades who had known him and whose temperaments were not extreme.

In the Quanxing circle, which is a mixed bag of good and bad people.

Because of his unconventional style and his sense of loyalty, Li Muxuan made a few friends with whom he could talk, drink and have fun together, and share joys and sorrows.

He was seriously injured at the moment, pursued by the Divine Machine Alliance in front and the Japanese devils eyeing him from behind.

Li Muxuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and try his luck, hoping to find a place to temporarily avoid the storm and recuperate from his injuries.

Two days later, at nightfall.

Li Muxuan finally reached a remote valley on the border of western Hunan.

Scattered throughout the valley are several wooden houses built against the mountainside, seemingly ordinary hunters' dwellings, but in reality, they are the secluded residences of three extraordinary individuals from the Quanxing sect.

These three individuals were not highly skilled in cultivation, nor were their actions particularly heinous.

In his early years, he had some dealings with Li Muxuan while trying to escape his enemies, and he received some favors from him, so their relationship was fairly decent.

Li Muxuan knocked on the door of one of the wooden houses, and an old man with a sorrowful face and a hunched back opened the door.

The old man was startled when he saw Li Muxuan outside the door, looking disheveled and weak.

She immediately recognized him, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped aside to let him into the house.

"Brother Li... Brother Li? What's this...?"

The old man asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with wariness and concern.

"I've run into some trouble and need to take refuge here temporarily. I'll recuperate for a few days and then leave."

Li Muxuan spoke briefly, his voice hoarse, without offering any pleasantries.

He walked straight to the simple wooden bed inside the house, sat down cross-legged, and began to circulate his internal energy to stabilize his injuries.

The old man sighed, asked no more questions, turned around to pour him water, and then went to wake up his two other companions.

After discussing it in hushed tones, the three decided to take him in, remembering their past friendship.

They cleared out the innermost, relatively dry room for Li Muxuan, and brought him some crude medicine and clean strips of cloth.

They took turns keeping watch outside to guard against possible tracking.

For the first two days, the weather was calm.

With the aid of medication and the conditioning of his own martial arts, Li Muxuan's injuries improved slightly, and he was no longer in mortal danger.

With his tense nerves relaxing slightly, he even began to think about what to do after he got away.

Or should I continue to roam the world, living a carefree life?

I'd better hide away and cultivate for a while before making any decisions.

After all, the Divine Machine Alliance was indeed very powerful, and Li Muxuan was quite worried about their retaliation.

As for the Japanese? Li Muxuan wasn't worried at all. Could he really pull those Japanese out of the deep mountains and forests?

However, Li Muxuan underestimated the Japanese soldiers' determination to understand the internal situation of the Earth Vein Village and their lackeys' obsession with money.

The two Japanese rescue team members who were lucky enough to survive did not see where Li Muxuan ultimately escaped to, but they provided Li Muxuan's name and the characteristics of his martial arts techniques.

Others might not be able to tell the difference, but this information was quickly passed on to the Japanese Special Agents Agency, which was specifically responsible for such "special matters".

At the same time, those traitors of the Quanxing gang who had already secretly defected to the Japanese or had business dealings with them also received word of the news and a hefty reward.

Anyone who captures Li Muxuan alive or provides information will be richly rewarded.

For the entire Quanxing sect, this so-called camaraderie among fellow disciples is as thin as paper.

Moreover, Li Muxuan, a greenhorn just starting out, already had a rather distant relationship with many of the Quanxing demons.

Driven by sufficiently tempting profits, they dragged him out of the remote mountain village without any psychological burden.

Late at night on the third day.

The valley was shrouded in deep darkness and silence.

Li Muxuan was adjusting his breathing in the inner room when he suddenly felt uneasy, and a strong sense of unease washed over him.

He suddenly opened his eyes and listened intently.

But it's too late.

"boom--!!!"

The simple door of the wooden house, along with half of the wall, was blasted open by a violent burst of energy, sending wood chips and gravel flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of dark figures surged into the small room like a tide, and torches were lit instantly, illuminating the room brightly.

"kill!"

A cold shout rang out.

Li Muxuan only had time to see the hunchbacked old man who had taken him in stand up in astonishment before he was engulfed by several sharp flashes of swords.

The next moment! Blood splattered, and severed limbs flew into the air.

Another man roared and threw a punch in retaliation, but was surrounded and attacked by three or four enemies. In the blink of an eye, he was wounded multiple times and collapsed to the ground, dead.

All of this happened too fast, too suddenly.

Li Muxuan's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to get up, but his still-healing body felt like it was filled with lead, his meridians were in excruciating pain, and the wisp of Qi he had just gathered dissipated again.

He could only watch helplessly as his three friends, who had taken him in, were brutally murdered in just a few breaths, their deaths gruesome.

"Why...why..."

Li Muxuan asked in a hoarse voice, his voice dry and trembling.

He looked at the people who were making the move, and many of their faces looked familiar to him. They were clearly fellow disciples he had met on some occasions in Quanxing, and even drunk with!

At this moment, their eyes were filled with only cold killing intent and endless greed, even with a hint of pleasure after the slaughter.

"why?"

A hoarse, sinister voice rang out.

The crowd parted, and a short, stocky man with a hideous scar on his face, nicknamed "Owl," strode forward.

He held a still-dripping, blood-stained dagger in his hand, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.

He then stomped heavily on Li Muxuan's head, pressing half of his cheek firmly against the rough wooden plank on the ground.

"Looks like you don't know much about the Quanxing sect yet?"

The owl chuckled and stomped its foot down hard.

"If we find someone pleasing to the eye, we'll drink and eat together."

"If you don't like something, or... if it's blocking your path to wealth, just kill it."

"Why are there so many questions?"

He bent down and slapped Li Muxuan's cheek in an insulting manner, with considerable force, making a "slap slap" sound.

"Besides... who could resist such a tempting price from the Japanese officer?"

"You've got some tough bones, kid. Even with such serious injuries, you still managed to take down so many of the Japanese soldiers."

"Keeping your skills around is too dangerous and too troublesome."

The owl straightened up, its eyes turning greedy and fierce.

"So, brother, I had no choice but to break both of your hands, and incidentally... collect that generous reward."

He paused, as if remembering something, and added.

"Oh, don't worry, the Japanese commander specifically instructed that you must live, so you will definitely not die before you see the Japanese commander."

Before he could finish speaking, a fierce glint flashed in the owl's eyes, and without warning, it swung its ghost-headed knife, bringing with it two chilling flashes of light!

Chapter 183 The Storm Is Brewing

*Thud! Thud!* The sound of the blade piercing flesh and bones shattering was clearly audible.

The intense pain, like a tsunami, instantly overwhelmed Li Muxuan.

Li Muxuan's eyes widened, and a suppressed, beast-like hoarse sound came from his throat.

He could only watch helplessly as his two arms were severed cleanly at the shoulder joints, rolling onto the cold ground with gushing blood.

My vision began to blur and spin due to the excruciating pain and blood loss.

Finally, what came into view was the Owl Demon's face with a cruel smile, and the indifferent or excited gazes of his "fellow disciples" around him.

In the moment before his consciousness sank into darkness, Li Muxuan felt only endless coldness, absurdity, and overwhelming hatred.

So this is what is meant by "completeness".

So this was the camaraderie that Li Muxuan had always believed in—it was utterly fragile in the face of self-interest.

At this moment, Li Muxuan finally understood why the people in Yinghe Tower had such expressions of deep hatred upon hearing the name of Quanxing...

Only at this moment did Li Muxuan understand why someone like Gao Gen, after leaving Quanxing, established Zhenxing, a sect specifically dedicated to purging Quanxing.

But no matter how much Li Muxuan regretted it or how much pain he felt, it was all in vain.

In the end, darkness completely engulfed Li Muxuan.

Later, Cui Ming learned all of this from the mind of a Quanxing gang leader who had fallen into the hands of Zhenxing.

After severing Li Muxuan's hands, the Owl Demon gang had someone use a secret technique to seal Li Muxuan's meridians and then secretly sent him to a town occupied by the Japanese.

Li Muxuan thus fell into enemy hands and was later secretly taken to a Japanese stronghold in the border area between western Hunan and southeastern Guizhou.

This confirms what Wei Shufen later mentioned.

Some townspeople saw Li Muxuan with people who looked like Japanese soldiers in the deep mountains near Guizhou.

Time passed, and it was late autumn of 1939.

The tug-of-war in the southern Hunan region has lasted for nearly a year. On the surface, the Japanese offensive has slowed down and turned to sporadic infiltration.