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

"Pfft!"

Two unsuspecting Gu practitioners had their throats and heads pierced by rubble, leaving them bloodied and mangled, and died on the spot.

Taking advantage of those few seconds of delay, Li Muxuan stopped at the edge of the cliff and tried to check the direction of the river, but it was pitch black. He gritted his teeth and jumped down.

"Sect Leader! You'd better hurry!"

The two plummeted rapidly, the wind howling and making their hair disheveled. Li Muxuan gathered his Qi and condensed his strength to resist the impact of the water.

With a drop of nearly fifty zhang, even the gentlest water surface would be pulverized the moment the two fell to the bottom of the pool without the protection of protective qi.

"Crash!!"

The azure energy, transformed into a sphere, fell along the direction of the water flow.

Li Muxuan's Reversal of Eight Directions was activated again. Countless magnetic lines piercing through the rock wall twisted into a rope, connecting to his right hand, dragging a straight crack a hundred meters long across the mountain.

"Hoo..." Wugensheng closed his eyes wearily, his will to survive was extremely strong, and he began to take a deep breath.

"Boom!!!"

The time spent in the air was fleeting; the azure Qi collapsed the moment it touched the water's surface due to the immense impact.

"!"

Li Muxuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt as if his internal organs were about to burst open and his bones were about to fall apart.

After falling into the icy river, he endured the excruciating pain, held his breath, and swam underwater, using the broken magnetic field to spread around him.

The entrance to the underground river, swirling like a whirlpool at the bottom of the pool, was particularly noticeable. Affected by the turbulent current, Li Muxuan struggled to swim towards it.

......

A few minutes later, in the silent jungle stream, a pale right hand reached out, grasped the mud on the bank, and slowly propped itself up.

Exhausted, Li Muxuan dragged Wugensheng ashore. Before he could even check on him, Wugensheng collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Is...the sect leader still alive...?"

"Cough...cough cough..."

Li Muxuan was met with a cough; Wugensheng lay on the ground, vomiting river water, barely clinging to life.

The waterfall's cliff is over fifty feet high, making it impossible for the Gu people to catch up in time. If they were to take a detour, it would take another hour or two.

"Little Li...you're really something..."

Wugensheng was heavy-hearted. He was in a daze, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. Grief washed over him like a tidal wave, eroding his reason.

"Help me up..."

"Keep going... out of southern Xinjiang..."

"As long as... we're alive... there's a chance..."

Wugensheng lowered his head and muttered to himself, seemingly lost in thought.

"Okay, let's leave here first."

Li Muxuan was uneasy. Even though he had escaped to this place and was protected by natural barriers, the looming threat was still like a leech.

He slowly stood up, supporting Wugensheng's shoulders, and the two immediately stepped into the jungle to continue their escape.

......

The next evening.

The scattered Gu people discovered the target's whereabouts, leading to another bloody battle.

"You killed my brothers, now prepare to die!"

The middle-aged man with a full beard roared, his veins bulging, as he released his Gu worms and engaged in a fierce battle with Li Muxuan.

"You too?"

"I'll take you to see him!"

Cold laughter echoed through the forest. In less than ten rounds, the man's heart was crushed alive. More than a dozen poisonous insects let out shrill screams, struggled on the ground, and died stiffly.

This scene shocked the other two Gu practitioners so much that their legs trembled. They were about to leave, but were stopped.

"boom!!"

"Ahhh!!!"

Li Muxuan's expression was fierce and ruthless. Driven to the brink of despair, he had no scruples and killed two more people. Having experienced several life-or-death threats, his ferocity had gradually intensified.

........

The next two days.

Several Gu people attempted to intercept Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan, but due to a lack of manpower, they were all defeated and wiped out.

Until a powerful Gu cultivator led seven people to attack, once beating Li Muxuan so badly that he was almost killed, but then things took a turn for the better as they passed through the battle zone of other tribes.

Those Gu people who were chasing after them seemed to have encountered an enemy and were intercepted and killed by another group of Gu cultivators.

In the dark jungle, a fierce battle raged, the two sides locked in a blood feud with no possibility of resolution.

In the end, both sides suffered heavy losses, with only the strongest Gu practitioner remaining, who fled in panic, leaving behind a venomous curse.

"You fools, you will soon be buried with your tribe!"

In a corner unnoticed by anyone, Li Muxuan and Wugensheng escaped death once again.

They trekked through mountains and rivers, escaping to a trading post between the Central Plains and the Southern Frontier, where they encountered a caravan from Jishetang. Because they knew someone there, they sought refuge with them.

.......

Deep in the mountains.

Having failed in his pursuit, the Gu cultivator dragged his mangled body back to the underground cavern to report to the four elder priests.

"Uncle, please forgive my incompetence; I let those two Central Plains people escape."

These words were like a resounding slap across the face of the previously composed blind old man. His expression darkened, and he asked unhappily:

"You came back alone?"

"Yes......"

The man lowered his head in shame, his body trembling slightly, fearing punishment.

"Get out of the den of iniquity, face the wall and reflect on your mistakes, and be confined for seven days."

Upon hearing this arrangement, the man turned pale. He was horrified at the thought of the thousands of poisonous insects lurking inside, but dared not disobey. He nodded and stood up.

"Nephew knows he was wrong, he'll go right now."

After he left, the short, stout elder pressured the blind old man, jokingly saying, "Is this what you meant by 'you can't escape'?"

"Humph!"

Knowing he was in the wrong, he did not personally intercept and kill the blind elders Wugensheng and Li Muxuan, nor did he offer any rebuttal, allowing them to ridicule him.

"That's enough, gentlemen. It's a trivial matter, nothing to worry about."

Granny Liu smiled faintly as she looked at the cave not far away and said, "Now that our ancestors have been revived, there is no need to waste our energy on these trivial matters."

"Next, we should consider whether to suppress and win over the various ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, or to resolve the grudges between the Three Ones Sect?"

Every priest and elder present had a blood feud with the Trinity Sect. Without a doubt, they cared more about how to take revenge than about the whereabouts of the two Central Plains people.

Chapter 160 Be Prepared

"There are more than ten powerful tribes in the southern border region, and some of them are tough nuts to crack. Dealing with them would be a waste of time. In my opinion, it is better to deal with the hidden dangers of the Sanyi Sect."

The blind elder made this suggestion.

Even after many years, his eyes still ache faintly. In the battle back then, Zuo Ruotong not only broke into their territory and killed dozens of elites, causing a shortage of talent later on, but also blinded him with a single sword.

The high priest, standing to the side, had a face as withered and aged as a withered tree, and a tall, thin build. He was leaning on his cane, deep in thought.

"Who is in charge of the Trinity Gate now?"

"Old Zuo's junior brother, Jiang Mo."

Granny Liu was still shaken. She said, "This man is very troublesome. He killed many of the old men of the Quanxing sect in the Central Plains, and even those assassination forces were wiped out."

"If my ancestor hadn't successfully descended to earth, I really wouldn't know how to deal with him..."

"Have you fought him before?" the blind old man asked, wanting to know the approximate strength of his enemy.

"Not yet."

Liu Po, recalling the rumors Yin Chengfeng had given her, asked suspiciously:

"Recently, many extraordinary people in the Central Plains regard him as a terrestrial immortal, and the stories about him are very mysterious. He may have surpassed the old man Zuo in his time."

The short, stout elder, knowing his place, let out a wistful sigh as his cloudy eyes gleamed with cunning.

"It seems that our alliance is hopeless. We still need our ancestor to make the final decision and eliminate them before we can wipe out the entire Sanyi family."

Upon hearing this, everyone present felt a pang of sadness.

Back then, they joined forces with the best in their clan to besiege Zuo Ruotong, but they were no match for him and even had two of the transfer containers that were about to undergo the ceremony killed.

At the final critical moment, it was the ancestor who had been sleeping underground who forcibly intervened, leaving it severely injured and forced to leave.

The High Priest stroked his white beard, looking worried, and said, "The Sanyi Sect... is too far away, and it's the home ground of the Central Plains people. Those Taoist sects like Longhu, Shangqing, and Wudang all have grudges against us."

"If they obstruct us, our clan alone is too weak and may not be able to suppress the many sects in the Central Plains."

"So, what do you mean?"

The short, stout old man's tone was tinged with expectation. This elder was superior to them in both strength and strategy, and his opinion was worth considering.

"Prepare for both situations."

"Subduing the various tribes of the Southern Frontier and using their strength to prepare for the enemy, while depleting the power of the Sanyi Sect, will not only further weaken the power of these tribes, but also reduce the casualties of our people. This is one aspect."

"Secondly, let's change the battleground. We don't need to go to the Central Plains to risk our lives; let them come to the Southern Frontier!"

“Take hostages from towns bordering the southern border, and make their relatives plead with the Trinity. If they don’t come in a day, ten people will die because of them.”

"If one day isn't enough, then ten days; if ten days isn't enough, then a thousand days. I want to see if the Sanyi Sect can withstand this overwhelming karma."

The High Priest's plan, given that the ancestors had already been revived, was perfect, ruthless, and effective.

"It's because you've thought of everything."

The blind elderly man was the first to agree to his arrangement: "I have no objection."

"If you're going to capture hostages, leave it to me. How many do you want?"

The short, stout old man raised an eyebrow, a chilling smile playing on his lips.

"One hundred is enough; if that's not enough, we'll catch more."

"it is good."

Just as they were discussing the details, a rumbling sound came from the abyss behind them.

The next moment, a slender figure emerged, none other than the ancestor who had completed his cultivation. Feng Ying's obsession was erased from every corner of her body.

"Ancestor!"

"I have brought you what you requested."

Seeing this, Granny Liu gently waved her hand, and a stone coffin that had been lying dormant in the corner of the cave floated over from the air.

The ancestor's eyes were like a deep lake, without any ripples. His right hand gently stroked the surface of the stone coffin, and suddenly it shattered into dust all over the ground. What appeared in mid-air was a long, slender, and ferocious bone sword.

The malevolent aura surged forth, its terrifying energy like a raging storm, almost as if it were alive.

"Is this the one?"

The ancestor held the bone sword with slight disappointment. This kind of sword was far from the murder weapon he had envisioned, which showed the incompetence of the craftsman.

"right....."

Granny Liu respectfully recounted the past: "This was left by the previous clan chiefs. It was forged from the blood and souls of more than two thousand people. The younger generation and the elders of the clan dared not neglect it. They diligently cleaned it for sixty years and fed it with fresh blood to keep its spirit intact."

"Never mind, you can keep it."

"I have no need for this."