Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

The old man was in a good mood. The tea stove on the table was burning brightly. He had been watching the Qi diagram, and the red Qi dots representing the invaders were disappearing very quickly, offering almost no resistance.

"How is that person?"

"Not bad, he's got some skills. He takes care of most of the assassins, and he's quite efficient."

Jiang Mo returned to the tea table, sat down happily, and gave a general description of the battle situation.

To Si Chong and Cheng Zhen's surprise, those guys from the Shadow Bamboo Society, who were also experts in using poison, were completely helpless against the foreigner Will's methods.

"Junior brother, where is he?"

Si Chong picked up the teacup in front of Jiang Mo's table, placed it at the spout of the teapot, and slowly poured out a stream of clear tea, the aroma of which then dissipated.

"Since someone is trying to cause us trouble, how can we not return the favor?"

Jiang Mo smiled first, then explained the arrangements:

“Weir has already converted to the sect. I’ll give him half a month to find Xiaozhan or another way to find the remnants of the three families and wipe them out.”

"If we can eliminate them completely, that would be best; even if we can't, we should at least keep some of the unruly sects in line."

"fair enough......"

Si Chong nodded, his lingering worries largely dispelled. He was afraid that if the matter wasn't handled thoroughly, those assassin organizations would make a comeback in the future.

Chengzhen stood beside the Qi diagram and said gently, "This struggle is almost over. Only the Wan Nian Shou family is missing. Their scale and overall strength are slightly more troublesome than the previous two families."

"Master Uncle, do you think we should prepare anything in advance?"

"Preparations... are unnecessary."

Jiang Mo thought of a crucial matter and suddenly sighed, "If only you all had magical artifacts, but unfortunately I am just a novice in this field and cannot help you refine suitable magical artifacts."

"For ordinary Qi cultivators, receiving the blessing of a magical artifact is undoubtedly like adding wings to a tiger. Like the group of people we encountered, the older ones with higher status all wore magical artifacts..."

“Junior brother, there is no need to blame yourself. The Sanyi Sect has always focused on cultivating oneself by reversing the natural order, and its exploration of techniques such as magic, feng shui, talismans, weapon crafting, alchemy, and martial arts has always been insufficient.”

Sensing that Jiang Mo's brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were thinking of a solution, Si Chong offered some words of comfort:

"Furthermore, the crafting of magical artifacts requires extremely expensive materials and the painstaking effort of the craftsman. Even the most ordinary magical artifact will fetch a very high price when sold in the martial arts world, and it is often in short supply."

"Even if we commission the Tiangong Hall and Guifu Mountain, these weapon-making forces, to create magical artifacts suitable for our disciples, not to mention the large amount of gold that would be spent, we would also have to wait a long time. In that case, it would really not be worth it."

Chengzhen also had his own thoughts on this, but he said it like this:

"Sect Master, we Xuanmen disciples cultivate both body and spirit, so why should we rely on external objects? If disciples become complacent after receiving the assistance of magical artifacts, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?"

"Chengzhen? Come closer."

Jiang Mo waved and patted the prayer mat beside him.

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"Is there anything you need to instruct your disciple?"

Chengzhen was very obedient. As soon as she came over, Jiang Mo gently patted her head a few times.

"Master Uncle, what's wrong...?"

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he was puzzled. How could someone in his fifties be treated like a child?

"Nothing, I just wanted to pat you, you silly boy. Sit down."

Jiang Mo continued the previous topic, encouraging Chengzhen's ideas:

“The Xuanmen sect... cultivates both body and mind, without relying on external things. Your dedication is truly gratifying to your master.”

At this point, he also candidly shared his inner thoughts:

"But what my uncle is about to say is not to defend himself or to deny you. From our different perspectives, our thoughts on whether or not to equip a magic weapon are only different, not right or wrong."

"A tool is a tool, and a person is a person. The existence of a tool is to help people save effort in completing certain tasks with its capabilities."

"For example, our Xuanmen sect often has the task of punishing evil and eliminating wickedness, and wandering around to exorcise demons. The existence of magical artifacts will not only help you achieve twice the result with half the effort, but will also protect you to a certain extent."

"Our ancestors lived in sects thousands or hundreds of years ago. Due to poverty, they were unable to forge magical artifacts for their disciples. This was due to various reasons at the time."

"I understand them."

"Now that we have reached our era, the methods of various sects are complicated, and firearms have suddenly appeared, making life and death a matter of course. If we want to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path, having magical artifacts to assist us will save us a lot of trouble."

As the sect leader, Jiang Mo's cultivation level is unparalleled in the world. Whether he relies on external objects or not is not important. However, the other disciples are far from reaching his level. Therefore, without magical artifacts, they have lost a portion of their abilities that they should have been able to use.

“Magic artifacts can be used, but they cannot be absent.”

"As your sect leader, it is my duty to consider your needs in this matter. I cannot bear to see you little fellows suffer losses when you encounter demons outside, empty-handed."

Upon hearing this, Chengzhen was deeply moved and said, "So that's the reason. Please forgive my ignorance for not being able to understand my master's intention."

"It doesn't matter. From beginning to end, it is people who control tools, not tools that control people."

Jiang Mo picked up the teacup, held the lid, and gently brushed away the white steam, saying:

"I respect your wishes, whether you want to try to use a magical artifact that suits you or simply want to cure your reversal of life."

"This disciple has learned much," Chengzhen replied, bowing.

Si Chong also felt that his junior brother's words made sense, especially the sentence "Magic artifacts may be used but not needed, but they are indispensable." It resonated in his ears like a morning bell and evening drum, striking straight to his heart.

Seeing that Jiang Mo had decided to equip his disciples with magical artifacts, and that although the process was difficult, Si Chong still supported him, he spoke up:

"Junior brother, in that case, how about we visit the Heavenly Craft Hall another day?"

"Or perhaps we could ask the Wuhou School? I remember that my nephew Zhuge is from the Wuhou lineage. His elders have mastered the Wuhou Divine Strategist Technique and are quite skilled."

"Should we visit these two companies?"

Jiang Mo pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "There's no need for that for now. Do you remember You Sha? The transparent cubes she crafted were the product of combining various magics."

“In the West, there are also methods similar to ‘weapon forging,’ but they call it ‘alchemy.’ However, the two fields of study overlap considerably.”

“You Sha once studied alchemy at her academy. I’ll go back and exchange ideas with her to see if she has the ability to create what I want.”

"Alright, that works too. It avoids us from going to Tiangong Hall and Wuhou Village too much to refine weapons and incurring favors. Junior Brother is very thoughtful."

It seemed that Chong didn't want to make too much of a fuss and attract the attention of various forces in the martial arts world. After all, the magical artifacts they were going to refine were not a small amount, so it was best to keep a low profile for the time being.

Chapter 143 The Leader of Ten Thousand Thoughts

Beneath the ancient tree, the crimson flames inside the bronze furnace gradually died down. Zhuge Yu, who was intently watching the magical artifact cool down, was highly focused and checked it again and again.

A moment later, the repaired artifact was completed. It was a small wooden gourd with a golden wooden sword decorated with patterns of strange beasts inserted on top.

"Senior brother, is that all?"

Seeing that the aura of the magical artifact had gradually returned to calm, Lu Jin finally spoke up to ask a question.

Looking back on the repair process, it was truly difficult. Several times the fire in the furnace was so intense that it almost exploded, which made him very anxious.

"It's done."

Zhuge Yu stroked the small gourd with great affection, sweat beading on his forehead. After nearly two hours of arduous practice, the repair was finally complete, leaving him feeling exhilarated and filled with a sense of pride.

"Little Lu, this is a sword-nurturing gourd, do you recognize it?"

"No, please tell me about it, senior brother." Lu Jin looked at the wooden gourd with curiosity. Its ancient charm was overwhelming, and its hidden power should not be underestimated.

"I don't actually know much about it. I just know that this 'Sword Nourishing Gourd' is generally a magical artifact used by sword cultivators. Don't underestimate this gourd."

Zhuge Yu pointed to the faintly visible inscriptions on the surface of the gourd and explained:

"Look, this is its mystery. The engraved patterns absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, nurturing the wooden sword inserted into it and accumulating sword energy."

"When you need to use it, you can use your Qi to activate it, and the small wooden sword will fly out on its own, at your command, for both offense and defense."

Lu Jin nodded, seemingly understanding, and said, "I think I understand a little bit now. Senior brother, have you ever seen a similar gourd before?"

"Hey, it's true."

Zhuge Yu chuckled and said, "When I was little, I saw an uncle in the village with a sword-nurturing gourd, but his was of a higher grade than ours. His gourd had been nurtured for sixty years, it was really powerful."

"Here, have some to play with."

After saying that, he put the sword-nurturing gourd into Lu Jin's hand and taught him how to use it.

.........

Jiang Mo chatted with Si Chong and Cheng Zhen, and time flew by. After he finished drinking several cups of tea, the Qi Diagram showed signs of movement again.

Sixty red Qi points continued to advance from the edge towards the Sanyi Mountain Gate, with a distance of four hundred meters remaining.

"Let's go, kill them all, and that'll be the end of it."

Jiang Mo put down his teacup, got up, and, along with Si Chong and Cheng Zhen, joined the disciples downstairs to assign tactics.

"Senior brother, you take Shuiyun, Changqing, and Shengsheng and launch a surprise attack from the left."

"Chengzhen, you take Zhuge and Jin'er and flank them from the right."

“I’m waiting for them on the front.”

The group accepted the arrangements and prepared for battle. Jiang Mo told them to wait where they were. Because there were too many people in the Wan Nian Shou group, he went to the back mountain to put all five stone figures into the Heavenly Kingdom and took them away. He also cleaned up the five withered corpses inside.

Upon returning to the mountain gate, when the enemy was 300 meters away, Jiang Mo signaled to begin the operation. After watching Si Chong and Cheng Zhen lead their team away, he walked down the mountain steps and intercepted them at a place they were sure to pass, following the marked locations on the Qi diagram.

In the dim jungle, the assassin of the Myriad Thoughts Hand concealed his murderous aura, treading silently on the leaves, like a hundred ghosts on a journey.

Soon, Jiang Mo encountered them. A dense group of figures slowly approached, unafraid of the road guardians ahead.

His white robes and frosty hair, his composed demeanor, and his sharp, piercing presence—even though it was their first meeting—all these signs led the assassins present to conclude that the young man before them was the new leader of the Trinity Sect.

The leader of the Myriad Thoughts Hand was an elderly woman, leaning on a cane, her back hunched, who quipped softly:

"We are deeply honored that Master Jiang would personally welcome us."

"The stench of blood lingers in the air as we travel this far, indicating that many of our companions have perished at your hands. I am curious, would you be so kind as to enlighten me, Master Jiang, on which family suffered the loss?"

"Everyone's already on their way, we're just missing you guys."

Jiang Mo's gaze fell on the old woman. His intuition told him that she was far more dangerous than the leaders of the other two families.

Upon hearing this, the assassins were all incredulous. Two forces that were on par with them had been completely wiped out. Instantly, a suffocating atmosphere filled the forest, and everyone's expression changed.

Is this the one who has recently been hailed as the 'ultimate' by well-meaning people in the martial arts world?

"Master Jiang...how impressive! It seems I'm going to die at your hands too."

As if by prior arrangement, the other assassins all drew their guns and aimed them at Jiang Mo.

The old woman, shrewd and knowing when to advance and retreat, smiled kindly, without a trace of hostility, and suggested:

"Since the other two have failed, there's no need for us to keep banging our heads against this wall. Master Jiang, what do you think? How about we each take a step back?"

The assassins who had been following them were filled with shock and disbelief. They had never expected that their ruthless and iron-fisted leader would take the initiative to seek peace at the critical moment of their life-or-death confrontation.

"Trinity Gate is not a place you can come and go as you please."

Jiang Mo smiled kindly and said, "Old man, you are getting on in years, it must be inconvenient for you to travel around."

"The journey is long, don't wear out your old bones. Since you're already halfway to the coffin, why not stay here tonight and let me give you a push so you can sleep peacefully underground? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Master Jiang, I am deeply humbled. I am unworthy of your personal hospitality."

The old woman smiled bitterly and declined, determined to leave. In her past career of assassination, she had never encountered such an impeccable person.

The initial feeling of defeat was aroused in the assassin's heart. This was undoubtedly good news, as it allowed him to understand the situation in advance and save his life. However, it was also unfortunate, as it meant that given the disparity in strength, it was almost impossible to complete the mission.

Seeing that Jiang Mo did not respond, the old woman pressed her advantage: "If both sides take a step back, it will be a win-win situation."

“My subordinates and I have not harmed any of your disciples, nor have we damaged a single blade of grass or tree in your Sanyi Sect. Sect Leader Jiang, please spare our lives. I am willing to give up the commission I previously received from the employer. I hope you will forgive me and let bygones be bygones.”

This submissive and obsequious attitude made the fifty-nine elite members of the Ten Thousand Thoughts Hands feel frustrated and unwilling. They simply couldn't believe that so many of them would be helpless against the leader of the Three Ones Sect.

However, the old woman was extremely unwilling to go to war with Jiang Mo. She only wanted to preserve the strength of the Ten Thousand Thoughts Hand and retreat safely. Even if she lost her reputation in the martial arts world, it would still be a victory compared to the other two families who suffered heavy losses.

"Boom!!!"

While the other party was still waiting for a reply, Jiang Mo waved his hand, and the Heavenly Kingdom unfolded, releasing five enormous figures whose exaggerated size made the assassins wary.

"What...is this?"

"Though it has a human form, it is definitely not a living being..."

The old woman's expression turned grave, and she frowned as she asked, "Sect Leader Jiang, what do you mean?"

"I will not let you go until you arrive."