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

The ancestors were not interested in bone swords.

The elder standing to the side reiterated the plan that had been discussed earlier and asked for the ancestor's opinion.

"Just go and do it."

"With me here, they can't cause any trouble."

With the support of their ancestors, even the centenarian elder was extremely excited, his mindset changed, and he felt decades younger.

"Junior understands."

.........

night.

Inside the temporary outpost of Jishetang in a market town in southern Xinjiang.

Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan were covered in bandages, and the bleeding from their wounds had stopped.

The doctor in charge of performing surgery and treatment on them was a young and beautiful woman dressed in a smart suit. She was none other than Duanmu Ying, the eldest daughter of Jishetang, who had recently returned from studying abroad.

"Kacha!"

"Kacha!"

Duanmu Ying held the mouths of the two small glass bottles containing glucose nutrient solution, easily twisted them to break, took a porcelain bowl, added cold water to mix them, and handed them to Wugensheng and Li Muxuan respectively.

"Drink it, then rest. I've treated all your wounds. The necrotic tissue has been removed, so there won't be any infection."

"As for what happens outside, as long as you stay here quietly, no one will cause you any trouble."

"Thank you... Miss Duanmu."

Wugensheng looked haggard and pale as paper. He never expected to meet an old friend here, Duanmu Ying, who had saved him before. It was truly a miraculous escape from a desperate situation.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

He took the porcelain bowl handed to him by Duanmu Ying and drank it down in large gulps without the slightest suspicion.

"I have something to do and need to leave for a while."

"If you feel unwell anywhere, just mention it to Old Liu outside the tent."

Duanmu Ying had to accompany several elders of her family to discuss business with local medicine merchants in southern Xinjiang and purchase medicinal materials. She did not stay for long before turning around and leaving.

Li Muxuan was covered in injuries, his hands trembling so much he almost couldn't hold the porcelain bowl, as he struggled to drink the white, transparent medicine inside.

"Sect Leader...this young lady truly possesses miraculous healing skills. How do you two know each other?"

"Hmm... that was a long time ago."

The sorrow on Wugensheng's face had not completely faded when Li Muxuan's question plunged him into another memory.

"She saved me before, and we got to know each other after a while. Our relationship is... alright."

"Thanks to her... your injury won't be fatal."

Wugensheng felt a heavy weight in his chest, and a lingering sadness etched on his brow. His wife and daughter had both perished in the same fate, and from now on, he would truly be a lonely man.

Tears could no longer flow from his dry eyes; his heart was withered, and his expression was blank.

Chapter 161 A Sword Shatters the Sea of ​​Clouds

The Cave of a Thousand Bones.

In a picturesque village nestled in the heart of the tribe's territory, several respected elders were breaking off tender bamboo branches one by one to feed a black and white iron-eating beast cub before them.

"Don't bite my fingers, you little rascal."

"Slow down, slow down, we have them all."

"Eat until you're chubby and grow up quickly."

The elders doted on the auspicious beasts of their tribe, allowing those iron-eating beasts to lie on their aged bodies.

A moment later, hurried footsteps approached.

The tall, slender figure who pushed open the wooden cabin door had a handsome face and clear eyes; it was Gu Xuanchuan, who had returned from a mission.

Several iron-eating beasts, which were biting tender bamboo shoots, saw the young man and let out joyful cries. They immediately raised their fleshy claws and scratched at Gu Xuanchuan's trouser legs.

"Chuan'er, is there any progress?"

An elderly man with one arm and gray hair sat cross-legged on a light brown rock and asked a question in a soft voice.

"Reporting to Grandfather and Elders, the day before yesterday, some herbalists who are on good terms with our clan stumbled upon two people from the Central Plains being chased by a group of Gu cultivators while they were picking ginseng."

Gu Xuanchuan casually unfurled the scroll in his right hand, revealing the likenesses of Wugensheng and Li Muxuan. He continued:

"I then confirmed with that friend that, because of the distance, the view was blurry, but he said that it was about 70% like the painting."

"It seems that the fleeing Central Plains man is the demon that Master Jiang of the Three Ones is looking for."

Upon hearing this, the elders were moved and pressed for details about the whereabouts.

"The situation was dangerous at the time, and the medicine practitioners dared not follow. They witnessed the Central Plains demon being chased by the Gu cultivators, who forced him into the jungle, and his whereabouts became unknown."

The next moment, Gu Xuanchuan brought even worse news, his brows furrowed as he said:

"Until yesterday... news came again that Luo Wuyuan had been born. He was one of their people, chasing after the demon and fighting a bloody battle with the people of Hanling Valley."

"Luowu Abyss?!"

Upon hearing those three words that sounded like a curse, the elders' expressions changed slightly. This was the evil cultivation force that had a blood feud with the Sanyi Sect.

A powerful clan that ruled nearly one-fifth of the southern border region a century ago, with a profound heritage and a history spanning millennia, has never declined despite the passage of time.

"Yes, the situation is urgent, so I rushed back immediately to ask my grandfather and the two elders to decide whether to notify Sect Leader Jiang to come over."

Gu Xuanchuan appeared uneasy. According to the clan's historical records, every time Luo Wuyuan was born, it would stir up a bloody storm, suppress forces of all sizes, and expand wildly.

"Can we ascertain the true nature of this clan?"

The First Elder pondered, “Back then, when we found their clan’s site, the Left Clan Chief stormed in. Now the place is abandoned, and the remnants of Luowuyuan have migrated to other places. Without a detailed location, it’s too hasty to summon the Jiang Clan Chief... I’m afraid we’ll just find nothing.”

In the old man's view, the teleportation talisman given to them by the San Yi Sect was extremely precious, capable of traversing thousands of miles between two places. It should never be used lightly unless absolutely necessary, or when the location of the Luo Wu Yuan clan was discovered.

Gu Xuanchuan felt that the Grand Elder's consideration was correct, and then replied:

“They’ve captured hostages in Hanling Valley and are still interrogating them. I’ve already spoken with my friend, and if he finds out the clan’s address, he’ll tell me.”

"Is that so...? That's fine too."

The one-armed elder nodded slightly. Not only Hanling Valley, but also their Thousand Bone Cave, and even many tribes in the Southern Frontier, had a blood feud with Luo Wuyuan. In the past, they had all suffered oppression from this lineage.

"I want to inform Sect Leader Jiang about that demon. I wonder where Qingying is? She has the Wind-Following Gu, so we can contact her."

As soon as Gu Xuanchuan finished speaking, his idea was put on hold.

"Ying'er? She has been in seclusion in the back mountain for several days, trying to break through the bottleneck of her cultivation technique."

"Logically speaking, he should be out of seclusion in the next two days. Please wait patiently. The Southern Frontier is vast and sparsely populated. Even if we know that the demon is hiding here, it will be difficult to search for him. There is no need to bother Master Jiang in a hurry."

After a moment's consideration, the one-armed elder gave the instructions:

"Chuan'er, you will lead ten guards from the clan to go out and gather intelligence on Luowuyuan. Report immediately if anything unusual happens."

"Understood, Grandfather, I'll go right away."

Gu Xuanchuan acted swiftly and decisively. After bowing and clasping his hands in greeting, he turned and set off to allocate manpower.

.......

Huaiheng Town.

Zhang the butcher on the street was dozing off while tending his stall.

By noon, he had almost sold out of pork, with only some low-quality pork belly and greasy pig skin left, which were being swarmed by flies.

Gradually, he fell into a deep sleep while lying on the bamboo chair.

Old Zhang, who had spent most of his life in the Quanxing sect and only retired from the martial arts world a few years ago, is now grateful for his foresight in avoiding the conflict between the Quanxing sect and the Sanyi sect.

However, this peaceful and leisurely life was shattered with the arrival of the luminous dream world.

"Grandma Liu... Grandma Liu?!"

Old Zhang couldn't believe that the old man in front of him had taken the initiative to approach him. A bad feeling lingered in his heart, making him feel uneasy.

"Young Zhang, are you terrified to see me?"

"No, please forgive me."

Old Zhang looked troubled, then quickly smiled apologetically, "What can I do for you, sir?"

"You are not far from Trinity Gate. Please write a letter for me and send it to them."

"!!!"

Upon hearing this request, Old Zhang was so frightened that his legs trembled: "Grandma Liu, this is too dangerous, you'll die."

"Fool, you can just deliver the message and leave. Why are you so worried?"

"But...."

Old Zhang hesitated, and just thinking about the prestige of the Sanyi Sect made him want to back out.

"No buts. After this last matter is settled, I will not make things difficult for you again."

Seeing the old woman's firm attitude, Butcher Zhang had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree: "Alright... then what do you want to write?"

After Granny Liu finished recounting the story, the dream ended.

Old Zhang, who had just woken up from the bamboo chair at his stall, was pale. Despite it being the hot midday, he felt a chill run down his spine, from head to toe.

"He's insane, he's insane, how could he do something like this?"

.........

evening.

Behind the mountain of Sanyi, by the pool, Jiang Mo sat cross-legged. You Sha, who had come to pay her respects, presented him with a long sword wrapped in silk with dark gold patterns.

"Master, here's what you wanted."

"The refining time was a bit late. I'm quite demanding when it comes to perfection. I made several modifications during the process to maximize the melting and quenching reactions that could be carried out. All three powers contained in the soil were preserved."

Looking at the sword that was handed to him, Jiang Mo held it in one hand.

The silk fell away, revealing a long sword that was dark red all over. The blade was sharp and carved with intricate ancient alchemical patterns. It was exceptionally cold and weighed several thousand kilograms.

"good."

Jiang Mo gently stroked and examined it, then flicked his finger, producing a continuous sound of swords ringing out.

"Thanks a lot."

With a warm smile and a hint of expectation, You Sha couldn't help but ask:

"Want to give it a try? This sword is probably only suitable for you. It would be very difficult for anyone else to pick it up, let alone wield it."

In terms of destructive power alone, due to the use of top-quality materials for forging, even without the need to add a lot of magical effects, it is enough to rank among the top three of all her alchemical creations.

"The rocks and vegetation nearby are fragile, so come with me to the mountaintop to test your sword."

Jiang Mo slowly stood up. The longsword, weighing several thousand pounds, was not a burden to him; rather, it felt quite comfortable to hold lightly in his hand.

instantly.

As You Sha reached the mountaintop, she stood in an open space, gazing at the frosty white figure, the whistling wind blowing her hair into disarray.

Thick, dark clouds covered the entire sky, obscuring what should have been a magnificent sunset and blood-red twilight.

"call......."

Jiang Mo exhaled a breath of blazing silver true qi, relaxed his limbs, and without deliberately gathering strength, instantly entered a state of perfect concentration.

As the true qi descended and flowed into the dark red sword, its cold light suddenly surged, swirling around the blade like a savage beast.

This moment.

You Sha was deeply shocked. She felt an immense power emanating from the man before her, like a towering mountain that could not be shaken and could only be looked up at.

Jiang Mo's gaze was fixed on the dark clouds in the sky; only the vast sky could bear the power he was unleashing.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and in a brief, almost frozen moment, suddenly swung it.