Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Wugensheng spoke.

Zuo Ruotong opened her eyes.

Those eyes were as clear as water, yet as deep as an abyss.

He glanced at Wugensheng, then at Liang Ting.

"You two, please step aside."

He only said four words.

The sound wasn't loud, but it resonated like a great bell, echoing in everyone's ears.

Liang Ting grinned.

"Retreat? That's not a word in my dictionary!"

He suddenly sprang up, his black tendons and supple bones fully extended, transforming into dozens of bone whips that lashed out at Zuo Ruotong from all directions.

This strike was delivered without reservation; the bone whip tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.

Wu Gensheng made his move simultaneously.

He lightly tapped his right index finger, and a bluish-white light condensed at the tip of his finger.

The light, though seemingly faint and fleeting, exuded a subtle unease that made all the extraordinary beings present feel uneasy.

This is the characteristic of the divine spirit that restrains all Qi.

The two joined forces, one fierce and the other gentle, sealing off all escape routes.

Liang Ting's bone whip stopped abruptly when it reached three feet in front of Zuo Ruotong.

It wasn't that Zuo Ruotong blocked or dodged; rather, the bone whips seemed to have hit an invisible wall, unable to advance even an inch further.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the ink-like sinews and soft bones, emitting a groan of unbearable strain.

Liang Ting's expression changed, his arm muscles bulged, and he activated his Qi with all his might.

The bone whip exerted its force again, and grayish-white Qi flowed along its body, attempting to break through that invisible barrier.

Zuo Ruotong simply stood quietly, her right hand still behind her back.

He raised his left hand.

With a slight bend of the index finger, flick it lightly.

Without touching any of the bone whips, it simply flicked them in mid-air.

The next moment, all the bone whips exploded simultaneously.

It didn't break, but disintegrated from the inside, turning into countless grayish-white fragments.

Liang Ting was struck as if by a heavy blow; the skin on his arms cracked inch by inch, and blood gushed out from the cracks.

He staggered backward, a look of horror finally flashing in his eyes.

"How is this possible..."

He said hoarsely.

"My ink-like sinews and supple bones..."

"An organization is still an organization."

Zuo Ruotong spoke, her voice calm.

"It is better to rely on oneself than to seek help from outside."

Liang Ting roared and charged forward again, ignoring his severely injured arms.

This time, he no longer used the Ink Tendon Soft Bone technique, but fought purely with his physical body.

His bulky body burst forth with astonishing speed, and his fists, like hammers, slammed towards Zuo Ruotong's face.

This punch embodied his life's work; even before the fist arrived, the force of the punch made it difficult for the surrounding disciples to breathe.

Zuo Ruotong did not dodge.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, to meet Liang Ting's fists.

The moment fists and palms touched, time seemed to freeze.

Liang Ting's punching power vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

He felt as if he wasn't being struck on the palm of a hand, but rather in the void, with nowhere to land.

Zuo Ruotong gently clenched her fists.

click-

Liang Ting suffered fractures in both wrists simultaneously.

Before the excruciating pain could even begin, Zuo Ruotong's left palm was already pressed against his chest.

The palm strike was light and seemingly effortless, yet Liang Ting was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing into half a wall and landing in a pile of rubble.

He struggled to get up, but his vital energy was nearly exhausted.

Finally, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

From the moment Liang Ting made his move until he fell, only three breaths had passed.

The entire room fell silent.

Those Quanxing members who were still standing turned pale, and many of them began to retreat.

Wugensheng remained standing in the same spot, even with a slight smile on his face.

"Master Zuo, you have excellent skills."

He clapped.

"The peak of the second level of the Reverse Life Triple Realm, truly living up to its reputation."

Zuo Ruotong looked at him.

"It's your turn."

Wugensheng shook his head.

"No rush. Before we take action, I have a few questions for you."

"explain."

"Left Sect Leader".

Wugensheng put away his smile and became serious.

"What do you think of your Trinity Sect's Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique?"

Zuo Ruotong remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"The purpose of reversing the cycle of rebirth is to return to simplicity and the original primordial energy."

The first level is jade-like bones and icy skin; the second level is golden skin and jade-like bones; mastering the third level allows one to become an immortal, but I have not yet achieved it.

"I'm asking for your evaluation."

Wu Gensheng emphasized.

Zuo Ruotong looked at him and suddenly asked.

"And how would you rate it?"

Wugensheng laughed.

"Even if we take into account all the extraordinary skills of the world's most remarkable people, the ability to reverse life to the third level is truly unparalleled."

These words were spoken sincerely, but Zuo Ruotong shook her head.

"If you weren't the leader of Quanxing Sect, I would consider you my closest friend."

He paused.

So, tell me the truth.

"I'm telling the truth."

Wugensheng shrugged.

"Even if I weren't the leader of Quanxing Sect, I would still be willing to drink and chat with you."

Zuo Ruotong looked at him with deep eyes.

"You didn't finish."

"I'm not surprised by your conclusion, but I'm curious, you seem to think that my Trinity Sect's Reverse Rebirth Triple... has a flaw?"

The smile on Wugensheng's face faded.

He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"Left Gate Master, when did you join the Sanyi Gate?"

"I entered from a young age."

"No wonder."

Wugensheng sighed.

"It's only because you're in the middle of the mountain. If you were older when you entered the sect, with your talent and knowledge, you certainly wouldn't be unable to see clearly."

"See clearly what?"

"A road with no end is not worthy of reaching the heavens."

Wugensheng spoke slowly and deliberately.

"How can the Heavenly Road ever end? The path to heaven has more than three levels. And once you reach the third level, what happens next? Is it over just a matter of defying fate?"

Zuo Ruotong's body trembled slightly.

He stared at Wugensheng, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

There was a moment of realization, a moment of confusion, a moment of resentment, but finally, peace returned.

"Thank you for your honesty."