From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

As the senior disciple of Maoshan and a self-proclaimed leader of the Zhengyi sect, Shi Jian also had some insight, believing that the "evil" in the world could never be completely eradicated.

That's how it is.

Why not take "evil" into our own hands?

In the past, Shi Jian had always suppressed this rebellious thought, but now that the incident had happened so suddenly, it had caused him to lose his composure and truly cross the line. In order to repair his son's damaged soul, he used the Corpse Fiend Soul Refining technique... So he could only go all the way down this path.

Shi Shaojian himself didn't care at all about being expelled from Maoshan; all he felt was excitement at being able to cultivate the Corpse Fiend Soul Refining and the Seven Fiends Body Gathering.

Sect?

All he craved was power!

Because he practiced the methods of Ye Maoshan and gained power too easily, his character was far worse than others. He believed that as long as he had power, he could have everything!

"I will go up the mountain first. You should cultivate the Corpse Fiend Soul Refining technique and control the Resentful Fire within these two days. Practice with the walking corpses here, and then leave the Dragon Tiger Mountain area."

After giving a few words of advice, Shi Jian left the mortuary and returned to his residence.

After his soul was replenished by the resentful fire, Shi Shaojian's spirit soared. He completely mastered the fire in just one night. However, instead of leaving the Longhu Mountain area, he disguised himself as a fortune teller and wandered the nearby towns, searching for a young boy suitable for practicing the "Seven Fiends Gathering Body" technique…

# Chapter 1090 Five Witches' Army

early morning.

A ray of golden light fell upon the courtyard of the rear hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion. The Confucian Society members, who had finished their breakfast, arrived. Among them, Jiang Liu stood with Zhang Jingqing, the head of the Shangqing Maoshan Sect, the head of the Lingbao Sect, and the heads and leaders of the other branches.

"The martial arts competition between Zhengyi and Confucianism is a friendly exchange through martial arts, and it ends when the point is reached."

Zhang Jingqing stepped forward, raised her voice, and shouted, "If we are defeated, all members of the Zhengyi lineage will be merged into the Confucian Association and placed under its command."

But if the Confucian Society fails—”

At this point, Zhang Jingqing asked, "President Jiang, tell me, what will you do if you lose?"

"How about our Confucian Association repairs all the Taoist temples and shrines of the Zhengyi lineage, both those who are present and those who are not, free of charge?"

Jiang Liu offered his terms: "In addition, when the imperial messenger comes to collect the fields at the foot of the mountain in the future, I can decide to leave a portion for you to cultivate and harvest yourself."

Furthermore, our Confucian Association will send personnel to teach you how to farm, how to manage a business, and how to balance your spiritual practice, life, and work.

The first sentence was alright, but the last two sentences were rather intriguing, even causing many of the Taoists present to twitch.

Many of the fields belonging to the Zhengyi Taoist temples have been "seized" by the Gong faction and distributed to the tenant farmers at the foot of the mountain, who are then taught to manage their own land.

The Quanzhen School and Buddhism are similar.

Therefore.

Even though most Taoists knew that the Gong Sect was indeed working for the people and for China to become strong again, they were still not very enthusiastic about it.

After all, those fields and hills are the legacy passed down from our ancestors!

"The Confucian Association is really rich and powerful."

Zhang Jingqing's eyelids twitched as well. Ignoring the last two sentences, she focused only on the first one, her tone slightly teasing.

“Master Zhang is mistaken. The Confucian Association is currently in debt.”

At this point, Jiang Liu called out to the girl in red below the stage, "Sister Hong, how much does the Confucian Association owe the bank now? You don't need to give a number, just an analogy."

"It could probably buy the entire Longhu Mountain and the surrounding small villages and towns," Hong Guniang said without hesitation.

“Master Zhang, the Celestial Master’s Mansion has a thousand-year history and must have accumulated a lot of wealth. Could you lend me some to pay off my debts?” Jiang Liu asked for money in a serious tone. “I will definitely pay it back with interest in the future, as long as I am still alive.”

Zhang Jingqing was stunned, unable to imagine that Jiang Liu, who owed so much money, could still be doing so well... Could it be that "as long as there are saints, there will be thieves" has gained another meaning?

"I'm sorry, Longhu Mountain doesn't even have 100,000 silver dollars, and the expenses of the disciples in the manor are a big problem, so we need to be careful with our money."

Coming to her senses, Zhang Jingqing firmly refused Jiang Liu's offer and then asked, "Do you really owe this much money? But I heard that Cultural Street is quite prosperous?"

“Prosperity and debt are not mutually exclusive… Master Zhang, are you really unwilling to lend a little?” Jiang Liu asked again.

“A saint should act like a saint. What kind of saint are you?” Zhang Jingqing’s breath hitched, and her voice was firm and resolute.

"But I've only forged a literary courage, what kind of saint am I? Besides, the 'Confucianism' of the Confucian Society lies in the people. I'm a bit worldly, I think the Celestial Master can understand that. Just treat me as an ordinary person."

Jiang Liu shrugged and said leisurely, "If the Celestial Master doesn't want to lend it, he should just say so. Why beat around the bush like this? It won't affect the relationship between the Zhengyi and the Confucian Association."

Zhang Jingqing: "..."

What kind of relationship do the Zhengyi sect and the Confucian association have?

But since he couldn't win in words or in a fight, he could only snort and get straight to the point, saying, "The representative of the Meishan Sect will step forward first!"

Immediately, a man around thirty years old, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, walked into the arena, faced the Confucian scholars, bowed and said, "I am Wang Ming from Xiaolong Temple of Meishan Sect. Please enlighten me."

"Brother Liu, you should take the stage this time," Jiang Liu said, looking at Liu Wei.

"it is good!"

Liu Wei accepted and entered the room, returning the greeting as he said, "I am Liu Wei, a novice from a small inn in the Jianghu. I have only been a member of the Confucian Association for half a year. I hope that Daoist Wang Ming will go easy on me later."

"A small inn in the Jianghu?"

Wang Ming was startled, but considering the special nature of the Confucian Association, which was similar to the labor union, youth association, and women's association established by the Gongpai faction, and did not force members to leave their original factions, he smiled and said, "It is said that the people of Jianghu Xiaozhan are the best at lightness skills, but I wonder how much Brother Liu's life cultivation is?"

"Not worth mentioning."

Liu Wei shook his head and started walking.

The sparring began the moment both sides entered the arena.

"So fast!"

Just moments ago he was ten meters away, but in an instant he was right in front of him, and in the process of running, he didn't even stir up a gust of wind; ordinary people couldn't even see his figure clearly.

But Wang Ming immediately calmed down. With each breath, his Qi flowed, and his fist power exploded. He struck left and right, covered and scooped from above and below. In no time, the air was shaken and exploded. His momentum was extraordinary. Compared with other boxing techniques, his movements were very small. With his waist and stance in perfect harmony, his Qi flowed and attacked the enemy's vital points.

"What fierce fist techniques!"

Lin Shirong, watching from the sidelines, had his eyes shining.

Wang Ming's eyes narrowed as if he had spotted Liu Wei's figure. With each step, he used both soft and hard force in his hands, but it was different from the way Tai Chi evolved into countless forces. When they converged, they burst out with an aura as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down, forming a white wave of energy that looked like falling flowers, crashing down on the figure from top to bottom!

As the saying goes: "The snow falls like snowflakes covering the top, and the roots of ancient trees entwine below."

This is Meishan Fist!

This move is the Covering Fist, which is divided into Yin and Yang, and can be single or double. The Yin Single Covering Fist is specifically designed to strike the crown of the head, while the Yang Single Covering Fist is mainly for breaking and can shatter internal organs. The Double Covering Fist is like Mount Tai pressing down.

If this move hits, Liu Wei will die instantly!

Seeing the fist coming towards him, Liu Wei suddenly exerted force with his feet, twisted his waist, and dodged the attack at an extremely tricky angle. He then kicked the opponent in the side, creating distance between them.

Boom!

He slammed his fists down, hitting the ground and shattering all the bricks and stones within a five-meter radius, creating a crater about one meter wide at the point of impact!

It should be noted that each brick in this venue is more than half a meter thick, and they are tightly packed together, making them very sturdy, yet they were destroyed by the force of his punch.

This demonstrates the immense power of its Qi.

"Master Wang, are you trying to kill me?!"

Liu Wei stopped and stared at the pit, unconsciously wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"The reason I dared to do this is because I knew that Brother Liu would be able to evade it."

Wang Ming turned around and looked at Liu Wei. "However, it seems that this Meishan Fist alone will not be enough to make Brother Liu leave the field. No matter how strong the destructive power is, it will be useless if it can't hit."

So he pulled out a small triangular flag from behind his waist, which was five colors on it, and then took out a small jar.

Upon opening the jar, a small flag was waved gently, and five kinds of ghosts and gods emerged from it.

This is the core magic of the Meishan Sect: Five Wrathful Soldiers!

The Five Witches are divided into the Righteous Five Witches and the Evil Five Witches. The Righteous Five Witches are divine soldiers with a clear hierarchy; the Evil Five Witches are harmful forces, mostly mountain spirits and monsters, who act strangely and are difficult to control.

The Meishan Sect has five groups of rampant soldiers: Zhang Dalang, the Green Five Rogues of the East; Zhang Erlang, the Red Five Rogues of the South; Zhang Sanlang, the White Five Rogues of the West; Zhang Silang, the Black Five Rogues of the North; and Zhang Wulang, the Yellow Five Rogues of the Center. These soldiers are used for purposes such as collecting souls, destroying temples, attracting wealth, reporting events, and engaging in magical battles.

Among them, Zhang Wulang is the collective name for the Five Wraiths soldiers of the Meishan Sect.

Wang Ming's Five Witches soldiers were all spirits and evil spirits, the Five Witches of Evil!

# Chapter 1091 Fox, Weasel, White Willow, Gray

Why are they called the Five Evil Demons?

The main reason is that although the Meishan lineage has become part of the Zhengyi sect, it has not forgotten the shamanistic practices and has integrated with them.

Furthermore.

Compared to the righteous Five Witches, the evil Five Witches are much easier to "invite" because they are mostly mountain spirits and wild monsters, so the methods of subduing them can be more flexible.

Just like Wang Ming.

The five rampant spirits he subdued were fox, weasel, hedgehog, snake, and rat, which are five spirits that had become powerful.

These five spirits are revered deities in Northeast China, but they are not well-received in the South, especially by the Shangqing Maoshan lineage. When these spirits become powerful and harmful, the locals often choose to exterminate them, annihilating them completely.

Some are more lenient, sparing their lives but destroying their meridians, preventing them from cultivating again.

How can someone who doesn't belong to the orthodox tradition be called a "celestial being"?

On the surface, they might speak kindly to the shamans from Northeast China, but both the Zhengyi and Quanzhen schools look down on these evil spirits with their sinister aura deep down.

What good is cultivating for thousands of years?

He's still a beast.

If you really want to get to the bottom of it, there are plenty of methods and techniques.

The five spirits subdued by Wang Ming were not from the Northeast, but rather from the South. These spirits had gained influence there, understood the benefits of worship, and actively tempted rural farmers to build illicit shrines. Their methods of granting wishes were as follows—

If one seeks wealth, it is merely a ritual similar to "five ghosts transporting goods," which delivers other people's money to the person who worships them.

If they wanted to marry, they would use evil magic to bewitch young girls and teach those who worshipped them to cook unripe rice into marital relations.