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

Jiang Mo had important matters to discuss with his senior brother, and seeing that he had finished talking with You Sha, he decided to take his leave first.

"Wait... Master, I have a request."

"Ok?"

Yu Sha, unwilling to move her nearly furnished little corner, dared to speak:

“I want this floor as my living space, as an area for rest and alchemy.”

Seeing that Jiang Mo had some reservations, she added:

"Master, please believe me that I will never cause an explosion during alchemy and bring you any trouble."

"Yes."

Jiang Mo left those words and departed from the third floor.

He moved with the lightness of the wind, his white hair falling to his shoulders, and went straight to Siming Hall. As soon as he stepped across the threshold, he saw two old figures carefully calculating in the account book, one tapping the abacus and the other recording.

It was none other than Si Chong and Jing Yao, who had previously purchased supplies for the sect.

"It's time to buy some new clothes for the children."

"okay."

"There are also masons who repair the mountain roads and gates, and build shooting ranges and training grounds on the back mountain, as well as several pavilions to provide shelter from the rain and sun and to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers."

"Da da da!!"

Withered fingers fiddled with the black abacus beads as the two old men calculated every expense.

"Senior brothers, how's the coordination going?" Jiang Mo walked over and asked.

“Junior brother, you’ve come at the right time. Take a look quickly. This is what Jingyao and I have listed out as you instructed. Please check if anything has been missed. The total cost is 180 taels of gold.”

Jiang Mo took the ledger from Si Chong, but instead of looking at it immediately, he asked his senior brother Jing Yao, who was standing to the side:

"How have you been lately? I hope the cultivation of the first level of reversal has taken a toll on your body?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks to my junior brother, the sect leader, everything is alright."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed. Looking at the white-haired youth in front of him, he felt that compared to many years ago, Jiang Mo was now more reserved and had a gentler demeanor.

"That's good...."

Jiang Mo's gaze fell on the ledger, examining each item and making some modifications. He noted that he had spent more on purchasing medicinal herbs, bringing the final total expenditure to two hundred taels of gold.

"Senior brother, here you go. We'll do it the way it says. Thank you both for your hard work."

"No trouble at all. I'll take care of everything for you when I go down the mountain tomorrow, junior brother."

It seems Chong plans to take more disciples out with him, so they can help carry things and let the little ones go out for a stroll.

"Here you go, senior brother. These are magical artifacts crafted by the sect's protectors. There's another batch being made, and everyone will receive one."

Jiang Mo handed the two transparent cubes to Si Chong and Jing Yao respectively. These old men often handled the sect's trivial matters, and without their help, Jiang Mo might not have been able to manage.

"Wow, it's out!" Si Chong was pleasantly surprised, stroking the crystal-clear cube with great admiration.

Jing Yao held the cube in his palm cautiously. "Junior brother, what is this?"

"It's a magical artifact for storing miscellaneous items, similar to the Devouring Pouch from the Heavenly Craft Hall," Jiang Mo explained to him, showing him how to use it.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

The old man was emotional; his weathered face was filled with joy, and tears welled up in his eyes.

In the martial arts world, the quantity and strength of magical artifacts are, to some extent, one of the standards for measuring the status and strength of a sect.

In the past, the Sanyi Sect did not possess any magical artifacts. Although its members did not compete with other sects, it was undeniable that they were indeed lagging behind. Now, this gap has finally been filled.

Jiang Mo chatted with them for a while, but didn't stay long before finding Lu Jin, handing him the list of materials written by You Sha, and ordering him to go down the mountain and go home to collect the materials using his connections.

"Here you go, Jin'er."

Jiang Mo handed the last remaining permanent storage block to Lu Jin and said:

"There are five hundred taels of gold inside. The amount you spend on collecting materials will be deducted from this amount, and you can do whatever you want with the rest."

"Uncle-Master, how can this be? This disciple is terrified."

When told that it was a new magical artifact, along with some gold, to be given to him, Lu Jin quickly declined.

"You silly child, why are you being so polite with your uncle? Take it and rest at home for a few days. Remember to find out where the things you asked your third uncle to buy have gone."

"Yes, disciple will remember."

Unable to refuse Jiang Mo's request, Lu Jin could only politely express his gratitude: "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle-Master."

After watching him leave, Jiang Mo went to the back mountain for a walk. He saw the other disciples either practicing with the stone figures or shooting at the shooting range. He lingered there for a long time before leaving to meditate at the pool in the back mountain.

........

In the following days, news of the three assassination organizations' withdrawal from the inland areas and their escape to the coastal regions was leaked by someone, causing much speculation in the underworld.

Even more chilling is that some branches and strongholds of the Sinful Sands, Shadow Bamboo Society, and Myriad Thoughts Hands have been plagued by a strange epidemic, resulting in over a hundred deaths and injuries. The assassins simply could not withstand it and died tragically.

Some even risked their last breath, fleeing hundreds of miles to seek help from medical schools like Baicaotang, Jishetang, and Huichunguan, but still could not escape death, and their bodies were even burned and purified by fire.

soon.

The remaining high-ranking members of the Sinful Sands and Shadow Bamboo Associations stepped forward to accuse the Trinity Sect of being behind everything, and appealed to all parties for assistance in seeking justice, but no one responded.

When the various factions inquired at the Jianghu Inn, they learned the truth: these assassination organizations had accepted a job from the remnants of the Quanxing Sect to deal with the Sanyi Sect, but unexpectedly suffered a great calamity. Their entire army was wiped out, and even many of their strongholds were almost uprooted.

For a moment, all factions were shocked.

All three assassination factions of Quanxing were wiped out by the Sanyi Sect.

Under the leadership of the new sect leader, in less than two months, they emerged from the trough, and after several twists and turns, they rose to become the number one Xuanmen in the world, overshadowing all others, and even the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain could hardly compare with them.

One evening.

At the dock, Will's shadow stretched long in the setting sun, blood seeping red onto the ground. Not far from him were a dozen or so alien assassins retreating continuously.

"You, you're pushing me too far!"

A furious roar came from the mouth of the fat, mountain-like old man. He was Elder Hai of the Sinful Sand, who had been successfully pursued and intercepted by Will when he was leaving the mainland by boat.

"So what if I bully you?"

Will's expression was indifferent, as if he were facing only a dozen or so noisy monkeys.

Elder Shenhou was also driven to the brink of despair. This middle-aged man with black hair and a white shirt had thick bloodstains sliding down his forehead. His entire right arm had been torn off, and his face was as pale as paper.

The two strongest elders were utterly despondent in the face of Will's arrival. They saw no chance of victory, not to mention the rest of the rabble, who were all filled with anxiety and trembling.

"Sir... leave some room for maneuver in your actions. If you go too far, the tables will turn in the future... and that won't be good."

Elder Shenhou, clutching his severed arm, his face ashen, was still engaged in the final standoff and negotiations.

"Besides, the matter of Sanyi has nothing to do with us. All the mountain climbers are dead. Life and death are unpredictable, and we have no complaints. Why do you still want to involve us?"

"Is Jiang Mo, the head of the Jiang Clan, really such a cruel person?!"

Chapter 148 Tang Clan's Decision

Hearing his reasoned arguments, Will ignored them, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and humiliated him, saying:

"Why don't the insects just offer their necks and be slaughtered? All that fuss is just useless last words."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark purple mist spread from behind him. Will reached in, pulled out a dark gold dagger, and strolled forward.

Seeing that he was determined to kill them all, the two elders, Pig and Monkey, were terrified, fearing that they would not be able to wait for reinforcements. They gritted their teeth and, with the remaining thirteen assassins, engaged in a final battle with Will.

"Sand Flow - Bite!"

A crimson and purple aura ignited from Elder Shenhou's body as he unleashed a deadly attack with one hand, despite his severe injuries.

"Boom!"

Dense poisonous sand poured out of his body like a torrent, covering the dock floor and forming a vortex. Countless sharp sand spikes appeared, blocking Will's path.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!"

More than ten concealed weapons burst forth with speed comparable to bullets, aiming to strike the target's vital points.

"How long is this farce going to drag on?"

In Will's dynamic vision, the trajectory of the hidden weapons appeared particularly slow. He waved his hand, and a cold light flashed across the sky, slicing down all the silver needles and darts.

Obstructed by the vortex of poisonous sand, which resembled a swamp, Will locked his gaze on the fifteen people, slowly mobilizing the germs within his body, and then he exhaled softly.

"call--!"

A wisp of thin, barely perceptible gray mist spilled from his mouth and spread forward.

"Oh no! It's poison again."

Elder Shenhou, who noticed the subtle movement, turned pale with fright and raised his voice to warn those around him to defend themselves.

"receive!"

An old man carrying a green gourd hurriedly pulled out a blood-red gourd from his waist, activated his Qi, and a terrifying suction force suddenly formed from the gourd's mouth, pulling in the dust carrying germs, along with the hidden weapons on the ground.

“…”

When his first plan failed, Will resorted to brute force. His afterimage vanished, and in an instant, he leaped over the vortex of poisonous sand, dagger in hand. The moment he landed, a bloody line appeared on the throat of an assassin he had just brushed past, and his head flew off into the air, dying with his eyes wide open.

"clang!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Will, like a tiger among sheep, swiftly and decisively cleaved another assassin in two with the blade imbued with gray aura.

"Stop him!"

Elder Shenhou was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was already at his limit and could not face the enemy head-on. He was covered by several of his subordinates.

"kill!"

With a fierce roar, the pig's fat trembled violently, as if burning kerosene, and instantly withered and shrank, with thick blood energy gushing from its limbs and bones.

After using the forbidden technique, the Pig transformed from a clumsy and obese creature into a burly and rugged one. His bulging muscles were like marble, his beard was thick, and he was nearly two meters tall. Just standing there, he exuded an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Greedy Wolf Blood Body is one of the most unique techniques in the history of sinful sand.

By gorging on large amounts of medicinal herbs and flesh, one can accumulate them to nourish the body and refine the meridians. Although this may result in an ugly and obese appearance, when the time is right, the accumulated medicinal power and vitality can be unleashed all at once, irrigating the body and greatly enhancing the cultivation of 'life'.

"A good prey."

Will gazed at Elder Pig and offered a fair assessment before engaging him in battle, dagger in hand.

"Boom!"

The two afterimages fought fiercely back and forth, producing a muffled roar. The battle was so fast that onlookers were anxious but unable to intervene, fearing that they might accidentally injure their own elders.

The traces of blood splattered and crisscrossed chaotically in the air, making Elder Shenhou feel utterly hopeless. Pigs, being monstrous creatures who were tough and unyielding, were least afraid of being hit by blunt weapons, but were precisely the ones who were restrained by sharp weapons.

Ordinary blades cannot cut through that hardened skin, but the dagger used by the foreigner disregarded the strength of the flesh, continuously leaving hideous scars on the pig.

"boom!!!"

Amidst everyone's anxious anticipation, a loud explosion seemed to bring the battle to a temporary close. A black afterimage flew backward like a kite with a broken string, leaving a white trail in the ground.

"Elder, you actually defeated that person?!"

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, they witnessed the most cruel scene of their lives.

"wrong!"

The Monkey was greatly alarmed, its eyes fixed on the Pig's blood-soaked back. It should have pressed its advantage, but instead, it froze in place.

Not far away, Will slowly rose, his eyes burning with a sinister light. He wiped the dark green blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at his prey with a hint of lingering satisfaction, and murmured:

"Is that all? That's interesting."

As he finished speaking, the blood lines remaining on the surface of the pig's body began to expand uncontrollably.

The assassins present realized something was wrong and hurriedly cried out, "Elder! What's wrong?!"

"Elder!!"

However, in response, the pig's body gradually fell apart.