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

"Pfft..."

"Whoosh..."

The sea breeze blowing across the dock disrupted the balance of forces, and dozens of irregular pieces of the corpse slowly scattered on the ground.

The Sinful Sand, the strongest of the Pig Elders in the Martial Arts Sect, is dead.

The terrified assassins felt a chill run down their spines and to the top of their heads as Will approached step by step, driving them almost to the brink of falling into the sea.

Just then, a sea breeze swept by, and a tall, slender figure stood in front of the remnants of the Sinful Sand.

Elder Shenhou was on edge, his clothes soaked with cold sweat. The support they had spent a fortune to wait for had finally arrived at the last moment.

The obstacle that came into Will's view was an elderly man with gray hair. He was robust, dressed in a black suit, and had a lit cigar between his fingers.

The familiar yet unfamiliar faces made Will's expression slightly heavy. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and then a heavy rain began to fall.

“These people are my employers. Look, how about we just stop here?”

The old man probed Will's thoughts, and judging from his tone, it seemed the two knew each other.

"Step aside."

Upon hearing that concise answer, the old man suddenly attacked Will.

Even though they are both members of the 'Deep Sea', they have only met a few times in more than ten years, acting like strangers without any regard for each other.

"boom!"

The terrifying speed almost made Will lose his composure. He swung his dagger to defend himself, but was still knocked back several feet by a punch, his hands trembling.

"Oh? Are you injured?"

The old man, noticing the unusual behavior, became even more aggressive. His fists were surrounded by boiling white steam, and each punch caused the air to explode like thunder.

"Are you sure you want to stop me? Steve, you can't afford the consequences."

Will released a gray mist, starting from himself and covering the surroundings, forcing the old man to stop.

"After all, we received benefits from them, so I'll protect these people."

The old man named Stef, with his piercing eyes revealing disappointment, said, "How could you, so arrogant, have succumbed to being someone else's pet dog? You're still a beast at heart."

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you, but you can't touch any of them."

The two sides were evenly matched. Will's strength lay not in his physique or fighting skills, but in his hundreds of troublesome pathogens.

If the conflict continues, Steve is not so arrogant as to be immune to any injury; even a scratch is tantamount to death.

"So, you think you're giving me charity?"

Will sneered and rebuked, as the gray mist swirled and gradually engulfed his figure.

However, before disappearing completely, he raised his right hand, locked his gaze on Elder Shenhou in the crowd, and cast a witchcraft curse.

"The person I want to kill, you can't save."

"Boom!"

The ground behind him collapsed, and a rotting monkey claw, seemingly real yet illusory, suddenly gripped Shenhou. His skin instantly ulcerated, and he let out a writhing howl. His eyeballs bulged out and fell off in a bizarre way, and his body became limp and lifeless, like a machine being disassembled.

"Will!!"

The lion-like roar echoed across the dock. Steve's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He never expected that beast to act so brazenly, even going so far as to humiliate him by killing his employer before leaving.

A few hundred meters away in the narrow alley, Will walked along the wall, his chest heaving and his breath coming in gasps. The attacks from Pig and Steve had left him feeling slightly tired.

"We've almost finished dealing with them. Kill a few more and then we'll head back."

Immediately, the gray fog enveloped him, and his figure disappeared again. Following the map markers given by the prisoners, he headed to another city to intercept and kill the vice president of the Shadow Bamboo Society.

The following day, he got his wish and killed his target and the surrounding guards in the harbor where the ferry was about to depart.

.......

night.

In the Tang Clan of Sichuan, Tang Bingwen, having received a report from his informant, slowly unfolded the letter, revealing several neat lines of handwriting.

"The twelve elders of the Zodiac Animal Clan of Sinful Karma have all been wiped out, their stronghold destroyed, and their disciples scattered."

"The Shadow Bamboo Society's president, vice president, and five top-tier assassins—none survived."

"The new leader of the Wan Nian Shou group has taken his men and sailed out to sea to temporarily escape to the mainland. Their whereabouts are unknown."

Tang Jian and Yang Lie, who were accompanying him, saw the sect leader's pleased smile and couldn't contain their curiosity, so they asked what it was about.

"See for yourself."

Tang Bingwen handed the letter to them to read, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of tea, and felt happy.

In the past five years, those three forces have had many conflicts with the Tang Clan, with both sides suffering casualties among their disciples. If it weren't for dealing with the Bihe Ren being more important, a bloody battle would have been inevitable.

Even today, Tang Bingwen is somewhat surprised that their leader would make such a wrong move in the crucial game of the sect's development, resulting in a complete defeat.

Yang Lie and Tang Jian's pupils shrank sharply; the few brief messages brought them immense shock.

"Sanyi has actually pushed them to such an extent. Even if they weren't wiped out, their foundation has been shaken. It will take them several decades to recover much of their strength, and they will most likely never recover."

Tang Jian was unable to calm down for a long time. He had seen many powerful extraordinary people in his life, but the only one who was beyond his comprehension and could be called a terrestrial immortal was Master Jiang of the Sanyi Sect.

To this day, he still cannot imagine how the other party managed to arrive and visit him several hours before he finished delivering the message and returned to the Tang Sect.

"That's fine too. They've brought this upon themselves, saving us the trouble of taking action." A smile appeared on Yang Lie's lips.

"Pass down the order: from now on, all orders related to the Sanyi Sect must be rejected."

Faced with a sect that is almost the most powerful in the world, Tang Bingwen felt it was necessary to take precautions in certain aspects to eliminate potential risks.

If a disciple were to inadvertently accept a job from the Sanyi Sect during a time of war, a bloody battle between the two sides would be a minor matter, but tearing apart the alliance or even causing internal strife would undoubtedly be a major issue, and might even make him a sinner for all time.

The thought of this made Tang Bingwen feel uneasy, so he decided to take precautions in advance.

"Yes, Sect Leader," Yang Lie and Tang Jian replied in unison.

........

Lu family.

In the study, Lu Jin was pouring tea and water for the old man and discussing the collection of materials with him.

"Let me take a look?"

Lord Lu took the list, glanced at the minerals and medicinal herbs, and nodded in agreement:

"Go back to our family's trading company and ask your Uncle Wang to make the arrangements. Since it's something that Master Jiang wants, we'll just send it over."

“Grandpa, this is absolutely not allowed. My uncle said beforehand that he would not accept a reward without merit. He gave Jin’er a large sum of money and said that after deducting expenses, the rest would be given to me.”

Even though it was his own business, Lu Jin insisted on paying, because he couldn't let his own selfish desires mess up the accounts.

"Wow? Master Jiang dotes on you so much, huh?"

As Lu Gong drank the tea poured by his beloved grandson, a smile spread across his face, and he teased him, seemingly unintentionally:

"I see you're not getting any younger. Should I ask your father to arrange a marriage for you? Have you found a girl you like?"

"Grandpa, that's not necessary..."

Lu Jin blushed slightly and quickly declined.

"Alright, whatever you say."

Lu Gong then inquired about the recent situation of the San Yi Sect: "Have those guys who were causing you trouble been dealt with?"

"Yes, everything went smoothly. My martial uncle didn't let them leave," Lu Jin told him truthfully.

Immediately, he took out the sword-nurturing gourd and the transparent cube to share his joy with the old man.

“Look, sir, these are the magical artifacts that my senior brothers and uncles from the sect gave me.”

"Hmm? Good stuff."

Looking at the two completely different magical artifacts, and after learning their uses, Lu Gong couldn't help but sigh:

"My dear grandson, he's truly become the darling of the sect, doted on by his fellow disciples and Sect Leader Jiang."

"You must refrain from impatience and arrogance, and diligently cultivate yourself. Do not let them down, understand?"

The old man smiled with satisfaction, returned the ritual implement, and patted Lu Jin's head, feeling proud to see that he had made something of himself.

"Yes, sir, please have some tea."

Lu Jin massaged and kneaded the old man's bones while chatting about everyday matters, until an hour later, there was a gentle knock on the door of the study.

"Lord Lu, Qiao Yue requests an audience."

"Oh? Come in quickly."

The door opened, and just as Guard Qiao was about to report the news, he saw Lu Jin there and couldn't help but smile: "Young Master is here too?"

"Master Lu, the batch of goods that Sanyimen commissioned to purchase has arrived at the dock. When would you like us to deliver it?"

"Let's do it today. After unloading the goods, hire more people and deliver them to Chief Jiang."

Grandpa Lu never procrastinates when he does things.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll take care of it right away." Guard Qiao obeyed the instructions and turned to leave.

Lu Gong glanced at Lu Jin, gesturing for the child to come closer. He brushed the dust off Lu Jin's clothes, straightened his sleeves, and said earnestly:

"You should go back now and focus on your cultivation, understand?"

"I know, Grandfather, Jin'er will never forget."

"My dear grandson, you've become sensible. Alright, pack up and go back with Guard Qiao before it gets dark."

Lord Lu gently patted Lu Jin's head, his kind face full of doting affection.

Chapter 149 Before Descending the Mountain

The mountains and forests are lush and green, and the morning sun is just rising.

Standing by the pool, Jiang Mo held the secret map of the 'Ancient Land of the Soaring Serpent' given to him by the Master of Wanxiang Hall. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, like distant mountains. His gaze swept over the densely intersecting routes, each marking the failures of feng shui masters and renowned sorcerers of various schools throughout history.

"The three forces have been pacified, and there has been no trouble caused by the foreigners from the East. If I have nothing to do, perhaps I can take a walk around this ancient place."

"If a serpent truly transforms into a dragon and disappears into the clouds, after hundreds of years, I wonder if the serpent's lair, 'Nine Fiends Yin Soil,' that I seek, still exists?"

Jiang Mo muttered to himself that after meditating for several days, his flesh and blood were nourished and tempered by the true qi day and night, gradually entering a flawless state. His aura was as deep and restrained as an abyss, not leaking out in the slightest.

His hair was white as frost, cascading down to his shoulders like a waterfall. Jiang Mo no longer deliberately shut down the Reverse Regeneration state; for him, it was no burden at all.

"My cultivation level changes every day, but it's as slow as a tortoise crawling. It's better than nothing. Time flies, and I shouldn't continue to be so lazy."

With this in mind, Jiang Mo decided to follow the coordinates on the map to the ancient land to explore the opportunity.

"Buzz!" Twisted ripples appeared, and Heaven swallowed the blueprints. Then, he got up and walked towards the group of buildings not far away.

.......

Near the shooting range and training ground on the back mountain, there are many simple wooden houses. Dozens of masons and carpenters arrived a few days ago to carry out construction after receiving the order to build a building for Sanyimen.

Jiang Mo watched as the solid foundations were poured with cement, and busy figures built wall after wall. The efficiency was not slow, but it would probably take a month or two to complete.

After observing for a while, Jiang Mo returned to the sect. On his way through the Qingxin Hall, he was spotted by Zhuge Yu.

"Good morning, Uncle-Master."

"morning."

Jiang Mo asked him, "How's the matter I asked you to handle going?"

"It's almost done. Your magical artifacts and the three artifacts I repaired have all been distributed to my fellow disciples. There are only two artifacts left for Senior Brothers Shuiyun and Changqing. I'm still repairing them, and I estimate it will take three to five days."

Zhuge Yu followed behind Jiang Mo, recounting the intricate process. He not only recommended suitable magical artifacts for the other disciples, but also researched a lot of information, dug out the usage of those artifacts, and taught them.

"Okay, would you like to come upstairs and sit with me?"

During the conversation, Jiang Mo walked to the foot of the Sutra Repository and casually extended an invitation to Zhuge Yu.

"what?"

Zhuge Yu scratched his head and said somewhat shyly, "No, Uncle-Master, I haven't cultivated yet today, so I dare not bother you any further."

"Then go ahead and do your thing."