From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Zhuge Qing and Fu Rong: "......"

This person is truly like a celestial being or Buddha!

"Brother Jiang..."

Old Meng hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"You've met Chen Duo, haven't you? Take me to her. It's time to return the Hetu and Luoshu to me."

Jiang Liu, however, spoke frankly.

thump!

However, Old Meng knelt down and bowed to Jiang Liu's back, pleading, "Please, save Chen Duo!"

"She's been saved, hasn't she? She came out of the cultivation furnace and completely opened her nine orifices and eight meridians. Although it's not perfect, it's almost enough to prevent the original Gu poison in her body from being corroded without leaking out."

Jiang Liu asked indifferently, "Or do you think she would intentionally hurt someone?"

"I beg you!"

Old Meng kowtowed, "The company will not let her go! This world will not tolerate her! But I... I understand Chen Duo's thoughts, but I don't know what to do!"

You are a saint, please save her!

Liao Zhong... he certainly wouldn't blame Chen Duo for killing him!

"You think too highly of me, sir. I'm only eighteen; I can't be a saint."

Ignoring Lao Meng, Jiang Liu continued walking forward, saying, "I've only gotten a tiny bit ahead of you on the path of cultivation... At most, I can only give Chen Duo another choice."

Upon hearing this, Lao Meng hurriedly followed.

"What...are they saying?"

Fu Rong watched the whole thing. She could understand every word the two said, but when put together, she was completely confused. All she knew was that it was related to Chen Duo.

"Don't worry about it. Sometimes knowing too much but being powerless to change things only leads to mental and physical exhaustion. It's better to enjoy life while you can," Zhuge Qing advised.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. But how exactly do we 'seize the day'?" Fu Rong nodded, then asked Zhuge Qing another question, "How about we—"

"Damn it! Not in the woods!" Zhuge Qing felt a chill run down his spine, suspecting that Fu Rong had suffered too much trauma and wanted to take him down on the spot.

Sadness, comfort, intercourse...

He always thought that only heroines in romance dramas acted like that.

I never imagined that art truly originated from life!

"Zhuge Qing!"

Just then, Wang Ye arrived, intending to settle a personal score, but upon seeing the two embracing, he was stunned and grinned mockingly, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

"No! You've come at just the right time!" Zhuge Qing exclaimed as if grasping at a straw.

Holy crap!

Wang Ye was taken aback, then quickly turned and ran, calling out as he went, "Zhuge Qing, I misjudged you! I never expected you to have such a peculiar hobby!"

Zhuge Qing was speechless...

# Chapter 620 Ma Xianhong fights five opponents alone—gaining the upper hand

Leaving aside the private matters between Zhuge Qing, Wang Ye, and Fu Rong.

Meanwhile, Ma Xianhong, who was on the mountain cliff, saw the raging fire burning in Biyou Village from afar, and a burning anger rose in his heart that was hard to extinguish.

Did the villagers accidentally start a fire?

Absolutely impossible!

It was definitely those guys from the "All-Knowing" group who did it!

set fire?

How could they even think of that!

"Cultivation Furnace!"

Using his magical artifact, Ma Xianhong leaped directly off the cliff towards his home. Upon landing, he found the door wide open and hurriedly stepped inside. There, he saw Zhang Chulan standing panting heavily on the cultivation furnace and the ruins scattered like flowers. His eyes widened in fury.

"Old Ma, isn't it a bit late to say 'sorry' now?" Zhang Chulan asked in a slightly teasing tone after catching his breath when he saw the person in question return.

"You bastard!"

Ma Xianhong lowered his voice, circulated his Qi throughout his body, his beard and hair stood on end, and a bead appeared on each of his wrists and ankles, covering his skin and forming a layer of black, glossy, close-fitting soft armor with red patterns on it, resembling a tight-fitting garment. His life cultivation had been enhanced to a level far exceeding Zhang Chulan's.

Then, he took out a small ball, from which he took out a lion head resembling a lion dance head, and threw it at Zhang Chulan: "Empty Cry!"

"Roar!"

Metallic wings resembling those of a dragonfly sprouted from the sides of the lion's head. With each flap of its wings, it opened its mouth and emitted a sonic wave towards Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan immediately unleashed his lightning magic, stimulating his meridians, his entire body enveloped in wisps of lightning power, and leaped toward the window at an incredible speed.

When he turned around, the entire house had collapsed. Amidst the billowing dust, Ma Xianhong, clutching at the air, cried out as he flew out and landed in a clearing in the woods.

"Chu Lan, we're here!"

Wang Zhenqiu shouted and rushed to the scene.

Xiao Zizai, Hei Guan'er, Feng Baobao, Lao Meng, and others followed closely behind.

"Sister Bao'er?"

Upon seeing Feng Baobao's arrival, Zhang Chulan was surprised and asked, "Where's Chen Duo?"

"Jiang Liu is back and chatting with Chen Duo. He asked me to come and help," Feng Baobao said blankly.

Zhang Chulan was speechless.

Are you close to Jiang Liu?

Why should we listen to him?!

“Jiang Liu also said that if I hadn’t come, you might all have been beaten to death by Ma Xianhong,” Feng Baobao said seriously. “I can’t let you die.”

For a moment, Zhang Chulan didn't know whether to be moved or to complain.

Ma Xianhong is indeed powerful, but his strength lies mainly in his magical artifacts, right? If we can remove his magical artifacts, we might be able to defeat him ourselves.

Seeing that all the temporary workers from Na Du Tong had arrived, Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth and took out another iron ball, which he controlled to float around.

"You damned bastards! I treated you to the best of everything, from free-range eggs to Moutai liquor. I didn't even complain about the castration of my breeding pig... But how did you repay me? While Mr. Jiang and I were out playing games, you set fire to my village and smashed my cultivation furnace!" Ma Xianhong roared at the temporary workers, veins bulging on his forehead.

"I really feel bad."

Black Pipe threw down the cigarette in his mouth, stubbed it out with his foot, and looked slightly embarrassed. "But what you're about to do is too dangerous... However, I can guarantee that if you surrender now and come to the company with us, I believe you will definitely change your mind."

"From your behavior and way of doing things, I can tell that Na Du Tong is a hypocritical and sanctimonious force!"

Ma Xianhong said viciously, "With your behavior, how are you any different from the Quanxing Sect?"

"It seems we have no choice but to fight."

Wang Zhenqiu took out a colorful glove, drew out a ball of faith power, and formed a mask on his face, singing: "I am Nezha, the Third Prince!"

Seeing that Wang Zhenqiu had already used his abilities, the other temporary workers no longer hesitated and surrounded Ma Xianhong.

Ma Xianhong snorted coldly, facing five opponents alone without any fear!

But we see:

With unwavering loyalty and sincerity, his aspirations are grand; yet, his focus on practicality and realism is narrow. He fought against overwhelming odds, a battle of life and death for heroes. Empty cries and roars, thieves swallowing their prey—what can any number of magical weapons do against him?

On one side is the cult leader Ma, who teaches without discrimination; on the other is a temporary worker who commits murder and arson.

Both the implements and the skills are mastered through the circulation of Qi throughout the body. Upholding their ideals, they display their prowess and talents, each truly admirable. Master Ma, with his pure heart and fiery temper, is determined to achieve universal harmony and become a saint; the temporary worker, ruthless and hot-blooded, is determined to restore order and overcome obstacles. Their fierce competition and relentless display of skill often result in a draw.

The two fought for dozens of rounds without a clear winner, making Zhang Chulan, who was watching from the sidelines, realize that he really couldn't participate in this battle.

Unless he awakens the Qi infant within his body—when he destroyed the cultivation furnace, he encountered the black puppet left behind by Ma Xianhong and many Ruhuas. Affected by the primordial Gu poison released by the black puppet, the "Old Farmer's Skill" within his body grew and transformed into a Qi infant, which once controlled his body... When the Qi infant controlled his physical body, his thunder magic almost underwent a transformation, becoming an ability similar to instinct.

Just like breathing, it doesn't require much effort to control; it happens naturally.

But now.

He absolutely could not participate in such a battle.

As the battle continued, Feng Baobao used her own Qi to burst the Devouring Beast, Hei Guan'er and Lao Meng destroyed Kong Kuhou, and Xiao Zizai and Wang Zhenqiu deciphered Ma Xianhong's Six Harmony Pearl.

"You do have many magical artifacts, and their effects are extremely comprehensive, including attack, defense, and even the ability to absorb the Qi of others. However, with so many things to control, even with your Divine Craftsmanship, it is difficult for your own consciousness to be able to handle everything at once."

Black Pipe kicked away the empty roar beneath his feet and commented on Ma Xianhong, who was now only wearing a black battle armor, "Surrender. There's no need to waste your life on unrealistic fantasies."

"unrealistic?"

"Then I will change the world!"

Just as Ma Xianhong finished his chuunibyou-like speech, which sounded like that of an anime protagonist...

Xiao Zizai moved.

In that instant, he raised his hand and pressed out a palm, forming a palm-shaped pressure that was extremely violent. Wherever it passed, the grass was plowed into a black soil.

This is Shaolin Kung Fu:

Great Merciful Hands.

What is compassion?

To help you find peace is an act of compassion!

Just as the palm print, carrying immense force, was about to touch Ma Xianhong, the latter closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his inner world. Holding the butterfly bone game controller, he used his mind to perform magic, using his body as a weapon, refining a human body into a magic tool, controlling his body's movements. With a slight bend in his legs and a straightening motion, he leaped into the air, dodging the palm strike.

Boom!

The palm print slammed into the ruins behind him, creating a cloud of smoke that made Ma Xianhong's white hair dance freely without wind, making him look exceptionally dashing.

"what?"

Xiao Zizai was surprised for a moment, and realized that Ma Xianhong's aura had changed at this moment, becoming extremely calm and relaxed, as if he had merged with the air.

The moment he landed, Ma Xianhong gripped the ground with his toes, leaned forward, bent his legs, and arched his back like a spring ready to be released. In an instant, he rushed in front of Xiao Zizai and threw a punch.