Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

They were dressed in all sorts of clothes and carried various weapons. The leader, a bald, burly man, was shouting and cursing at the mountain.

"Listen up, you little brats from the Sanyi Sect! I'm from the Hebei Iron Fist Sect! I heard you're about to be wiped out, so I've come to deliver your lineage!"

"Hand over the Reverse Life Triple Regeneration, and we'll leave! Otherwise, we'll raze this wretched mountain gate to the ground today!"

Dozens of people behind him joined in the jeering, their laughter and curses blending together.

The disciple on lookout remained expressionless, turned around and gestured down the mountain.

A moment later, a dozen puppets silently rose from the bushes on both sides of the mountain path.

These puppets were left behind by Cui Ming and are usually hidden inside the mountain. They can be activated by the operator when needed.

At this moment, it is Si Chong who is controlling them.

"Iron Fist Sect?"

A seemingly angry voice came from the puppet, but it was impossible to discern whether the person was happy or angry.

"Who is your sect leader?"

The bald, burly man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"I am the sect leader! What, are you scared?"

Si Chong remained silent for a moment.

"Iron Fist Sect, a small sect in Hebei, has only been passed down for three generations. The sect leader, Iron Fist Liu, is skilled in a set of Bengquan (crushing fist). When he was young, he wanted to join the Sanyi Sect to learn martial arts, but was turned away."

The bald, burly man's expression changed.

He hadn't expected that the other party knew about something from so long ago.

Si Chong continued.

"You brought your men here today, is it to seek revenge?"

"revenge?"

Iron Fist Liu sneered.

"I only took pity on you because your San Yi Sect is almost extinct, and that's why I'm accepting your secret manuals!"

Isn't your Zuo Ruotong about to die? Why are you putting on airs? If you know what's good for you, hand her over right now—"

Before the words were finished, a white light streaked across the mountain path.

Iron Fist Liu felt a blur before his eyes, a sharp pain in his chest, and was sent flying backward, crashing into three trees before coming to a stop.

He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, a fist-shaped indentation appeared in his chest, and countless ribs were broken.

It was Chengzhen who made the move.

He withdrew his fist and surveyed the dumbfounded mob.

"Who else dares to spout such nonsense here!"

The crowd was silent for a moment, then erupted in a roar.

Dozens of people scattered like birds and beasts, scrambling and crawling down the mountain.

Iron Fist Liu was carried away by two disciples and disappeared into the woods.

Chengzhen didn't give chase. He watched the fleeing figures of those people, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

In the past, he wouldn't have used such force.

The Sanyi Sect is the leading sect of Xuanmen (Taoist sects), and they are very careful about how they act.

Unless they are all demons of the Quanxing sect, we should persuade them to leave if possible, and try our best not to harm them.

But after that night, he understood a principle.

Showing mercy to those with ill intentions is being cruel to one's own people.

Those fellow disciples who died in the Yellow Springs Formation, those souls who guarded the sect even after death—the lessons they learned with their lives must not be forgotten.

"Uncle-Master".

A disciple walked over.

Should we pursue them?

Chengzhen shook his head.

"No need. It's better to send them back to relay the message."

Similar things happen every day.

More and more people are testing the waters, and their methods are becoming increasingly ruthless.

Some fired arrows from the shadows, some released poisonous smoke, and some set fires at night.

However, the disciples of the Sanyi Sect became increasingly adept at dealing with the situation and their actions became more and more decisive.

In just two months, no fewer than fifty people died on the mountain.

There were even more injured, most of whom had their hands and feet broken and were thrown off the mountain.

The news caused another stir in the world of supernatural beings.

Some people say that the Sanyi Sect is indeed declining, as even these small sects dare to bully them.

Some people say that the Sanyi Gate is still tough; despite so many deaths, the mountain is still heavily guarded.

Many people are watching and waiting for someone with real influence to make a move.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer.

It was a cloudy evening.

Suddenly, a rapid bell rang out from the foot of the mountain.

Si Chong, who was meditating, opened his eyes, and in a flash, he rushed towards the foot of the mountain.

At the entrance to the mountain path, a large group of over a hundred people stood.

This time, it wasn't just a bunch of scattered soldiers.

These people were all fierce-looking and irresponsible.

Armed with various weapons, their formation was loose but concealed deadly intent.

The leader was a tall, thin man with a scar that ran diagonally from his brow bone to his chin, making him look particularly ferocious.

“Quanxing, Dou Minghe.”

The tall, thin man introduced himself with a hoarse, raspy voice.

"I missed the last mountain assault, so I came here specifically to make up for it this time."

Behind him, hundreds of Quanxing demons let out strange cries in unison, creating a terrifying scene.

Although his expression remained unchanged, his heart was slightly heavy.

He had heard of Dou Minghe; he was a notorious ruthless figure in the Quanxing sect.

Having been famous for many years and killed countless people, he is said to be as strong as the top masters of the Quanxing Sect.

Fortunately, the number of people this guy brought was clearly inferior to Wugensheng's group.

It's not just the numbers; just looking at their aura and cultivation level, you can tell they're far inferior.

"You Quanxing people lost so many people last time, haven't you learned your lesson?"

He seemed to narrow his eyes, a fierce glint in them.

Dou Minghe grinned.

"You still don't understand what 'wholeness' means."

"What does it matter how many people die, as long as we can obtain the Triple Rebirth? All of you, charge!"

He raised his hand and waved it, and hundreds of demons swarmed forward behind him.

The battle erupted instantly.

Si Chong led a dozen disciples to fight against the puppets, unleashing the full power of the Reverse Life Triple Technique, with white light crisscrossing and bows and crossbows firing in unison.

But Quanxing was clearly well-prepared this time, and their attacks were ruthless and their teamwork was excellent, so for a time they were evenly matched.

...

Meanwhile, halfway up the mountain, three dark figures were making their way forward amidst the chaos.

The leader was none other than the infamous Li Yanluo of the Quanxing Sect.

He was accompanied by a thin man and an elderly man with white hair and beard.

"Is the Shadow Clone Technique working properly?"

"Li Yanluo asked in a low voice."

The thin man nodded, placed his hands on the shoulders of the other two, and a layer of gray mist appeared beneath their feet.

Enveloped in mist, the three people's presence, footsteps, and even their figures became barely perceptible, as if they had blended into the shadows of the mountains.

This is the Shadow Escape Technique, an extremely rare ability even in the entire world of supernatural beings in the Eastern Kingdom.

The caster can lead people into the shadows, avoiding most detection.

The three of them hurried up the mountain path in the shadows, moving at an astonishing speed.

None of the Sanyi Sect disciples who were engaged in fierce fighting at the foot of the mountain noticed anything amiss.

Half an hour later, they crossed the mountain path, passed the platform, and arrived at the top of the mountain.

Before us lies the Sanyi Gate complex.

The main hall, side halls, wing rooms, and ancestral hall stand quietly in the twilight.

There was no one in front of the hall, only a few lanterns swaying in the wind.

"I feel empty."

A hint of joy flashed in Li Yanluo's eyes.

"Let's go straight to the Sutra Repository."