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

"Master Jiang has not yet removed the poison, so you must not touch it. We may not have a way to deal with it."

"Uncle-Master, how are you?"

Looking at the bloody scars, with many white bone fragments exposed and large areas of necrotic flesh, Chengzhen felt extremely distressed.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Jiang Mo smiled with relief. After the fierce battle, he was exhausted and had no strength left.

"Seniors, I need your help with something."

"Please speak quickly, there's no need to be so polite, Master Jiang." The two brothers, Gu Xuanche and Gu Yu, were moved.

This being was even more powerful than Luo Wuyuan's ancestor; the mere title of 'senior' was enough to make them feel flattered and overwhelmed.

"The medicine people who were captured near the ancient city of Southern Xinjiang are trapped in the stronghold of the Medicine Immortal Society. Their leader was just killed by me with a single sword strike."

"Cough cough..."

Halfway through his sentence, Jiang Mo coughed up black blood as his internal injuries throbbed with pain. He continued:

"I urgently need to return to the Central Plains for seclusion. Regarding the hostages, I'll need to trouble you again..."

"If we can save them... save as many as possible..."

Without any hesitation, the two elders and Yan Baili immediately agreed: "Alright, Sect Leader Jiang, we will take care of this matter for you."

"Your injuries are so severe, why don't you stay in the Southern Frontier? We'll find you a blessed place to recuperate."

"Besides, if you go back so rashly, the poison in your body may leave you with a hidden ailment that you can never erase for the rest of your life. If you stay here, we might be able to think of a way to help you."

Jiang Mo shook his head and politely declined Gu Xuanche's offer to stay.

"Elder Gu, I can neutralize the Gu poison, so there's no need to trouble you all with anything else."

Immediately, he opened the Heavenly Kingdom and urged Lu Jin and the other two to go inside.

"Alas... We are ashamed that we were unable to intervene in your battle with that monster. If we could have helped in some way, your injuries would certainly not be so severe."

The elderly men were deeply saddened. They had diligently cultivated for over ninety years, mastering the clan's traditional techniques to perfection, only to find themselves helpless, like puppets on strings, witnessing an unprecedented bloodbath erupt.

"No need for further words..."

Jiang Mo's consciousness gradually blurred, and even his vision began to darken, with double images appearing. He gave a brief farewell.

"If fate allows, we will meet again someday. You are welcome to visit the Central Plains."

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Mo formed hand seals, channeled his Qi to unleash the "Ends of the Earth Within Reach" technique, and vanished in an instant, traversing thousands of miles to return to the pool behind the Three One Mountain.

"Wow."

Dragging his heavy body, Jiang Mo walked ashore and casually waved his hand, releasing Lu Jin, Cheng Zhen, and Wei Er.

"Uncle-Master, you..."

"I am very well."

Jiang Mo interrupted Lu Jin's worried greetings and earnestly instructed the group:

"You may leave now. I will go into seclusion for a few days. From now on, the sect will be in your care."

"Chengzhen, please tell my senior brother, 'Strive for even greater heights...'"

"The disciple understands."

Chengzhen's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed. Just as he had thought, his martial uncle was using the monster's methods to temper his physical body.

After they left, Jiang Mo set up a protective barrier around him. One earthen wall after another rose from the ground, gathering the surrounding thunderclouds and covering a small area towards the back mountain. After making many preparations, he began to meditate and cultivate his physical body.

late at night.

Chengzhen hurriedly returned to the sect's scripture pavilion, paid his respects to Sichong, and recounted the entire course of the battle in the Southern Frontier. The old man's expression shifted between light and dark as he listened, and he was almost scared out of his wits.

It wasn't until he heard Jiang Mo's words that he felt a sense of relief and murmured:

"Is that so..."

"To reach even greater heights..."

"It seems that Junior Brother has gained a lot from this trip. God blesses Trinity, and its rise is promising."

Jiang Mo's surprise attack was more efficient than he had imagined. In less than one night, he had eliminated his most pressing threat and wiped out all the remnants of the evil cultivators from the past.

Si Chong couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Gradually, while he felt joy, an indescribable sense of loss welled up in his heart. If only his senior brother were here too.

Can you see him? Junior brother, he's already gone very far. Sigh.

.......

a few days later.

At a port in a small coastal town, ferries roared and spewed wisps of black smoke as many passengers boarded, preparing to go abroad for business or study.

"Sect Leader, aren't you leaving?"

Li Muxuan hesitated, glancing at Wugensheng beside him, and said:

"Now that the Three Ones Sect is so powerful, all the factions are vying to curry favor with it. If we stay on the mainland any longer, we're afraid our lives will be in danger."

"Sect Leader, as long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback. Come abroad with me."

“I have studied foreign languages. At least with my skills, I can make a living overseas and have no problem making a living.”

"No..."

With a bitter expression, Wugensheng tremblingly handed over a boat ticket to Li Muxuan.

"You can go now, I'll see you off."

"Sect Leader, I'm sorry to have troubled you during this time."

Li Muxuan felt guilty and bowed to Wugensheng. There was not much time left before the ship was to depart, but he stood frozen in place, as if his feet had taken root and he could not move.

"You are my disciple, if I don't help you, why would I expect an outsider to help you?"

"The ship is about to leave port, hurry up."

Wugensheng was in very poor condition; his eyes were lifeless, his lips were pale, and he spoke weakly. He gently waved his hand, urging Li Muxuan to board the ship quickly.

"Take care."

Li Muxuan looked back every three steps, and soon he made up his mind, quickened his pace, and disappeared into the dense crowd.

Only when the ferry slowly sailed into the boundless sea did Wugensheng slowly withdraw his gaze, dragging his weak body away.

......

Shanghai, the concession area.

Yin Chengfeng and Gao Gen, carrying the letter given to them by Granny Liu, traveled from south to north for a week, braving many risks, and finally managed to sneak into this bustling area.

They traversed the streets and alleys, avoiding the patrolling police, and, based on intelligence, headed straight for the church on the outskirts.

The church was exceptionally quiet, with unique decorations, yet it was deserted, with no worshippers in sight. All that could be seen were empty benches and candles hanging around the perimeter, swaying slightly.

"Is this the place?"

Gao Gen raised an eyebrow and asked, noticing the strange smell in the air, which seemed to be coming from the candles, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Correct."

"follow me."

This was Yin Chengfeng's first time visiting this church, and he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by a pair of eyes. Following Granny Liu's instructions, he walked along the right-hand wall until he stopped at the third row of benches, where he bent down to press down and move bricks.

"Click click click..."

After the mechanism is triggered, a hidden door slowly rotates from the wall in front, revealing a staircase that extends downwards.

After a moment's hesitation, Yin Chengfeng instructed, "Brother Gao, wait for me outside."

"If I don't come out in half an hour, you should leave first."

"Okay, be careful." Gao Gen nodded.

Having reached an agreement, Yin Chengfeng stepped into the dark door, his figure gradually disappearing into the unfathomable darkness.

Chapter 171 The Immortal's Fate

The stairs were quite eerie; with each step down, they undulated gently, like a foam board on a lake, with no support underneath, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

"Down there?!"

Yin Chengfeng's lightness skill is among the best in the Quanxing sect.

As the stairs continued to fall, he swooped down, covering a distance of ten zhang, yet he still could not see the end or the corner. A sinister and ominous sense of danger seeped into every pore of his body.

"What kind of hell is this place? Aren't those foreigners afraid of dying from lack of oxygen?"

Yin Chengfeng cursed inwardly; the depth of an ordinary cellar was only a few feet.

However, based on his calculations of his speed, this deep-sea 'outpost' buried beneath the church was definitely more than twenty feet long.

"Oh no, we can't go back!!"

The steps that led to us had completely broken off, leaving only emptiness and utter darkness, while the steps ahead continued to fall and disappear.

Yin Chengfeng sensed something was wrong, his eyelids trembled, and before he could react, he was suddenly struck by a violent spinning sensation, as if he were falling from a hundred meters in the air, unable to control his body and losing any chance to land and gain leverage.

"boom!"

A dull thud suddenly rang out, and Yin Chengfeng, who was dazed and confused, kept gagging, his cheeks turning a deep liver color.

What came into view was a dark brown wooden floor. As soon as he looked up, he saw a huge underground library with books piled up all around.

The spacious area is furnished with a desk, a bar, and scattered water tanks containing long, black worms that cling to the transparent glass, revealing their interlocking fangs.

A luxurious, enormous chandelier hangs from the ceiling, its warm light illuminating the entire library as if it were daytime.

"Where did you come from, little one?"

An aged voice echoed in his ears. Yin Chengfeng looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old woman sitting quietly in front of the bar talking to him.

The old man, dressed in a fluffy dark purple robe, was selecting cards one by one from a stack of cards engraved with different images.

“Outside…”

Yin Chengfeng took a breath and explained his purpose:

"I've been entrusted by an elder to find Mr. Stef. I have a transaction letter to deliver to him. It's of great importance, so please ask him if he's here."

"No."

The old witch sighed softly, clearly dissatisfied with the divination results on the table, and said with a multitasking mind:

"I can help you notify him to come over, it will take about an hour. As for your friend who is staying in the church, do you need me to help you invite him down?"

"Is this okay?"

Yin Chengfeng was taken aback, and hesitated before saying, "If it would bother you, then there's no need."

The old witch gently flipped over a mysterious card, and the surrounding space shifted. A disheveled figure fell to the ground out of thin air, looking like a frightened bird, his expression filled with fear. It was none other than Gao Gen.

"Brother Gao!"

"Brother Yin, this..."

Before they could exchange any more words, the old witch spoke again: "Wait patiently and remain quiet."

The eight characters, like a law, contained a kind of terrifying power. Yin Chengfeng and Gao Gen's pupils widened like copper bells, and their mouths seemed to be blocked, unable to utter a single word.

What made their scalps tingle even more was that their bodies were also imprisoned in place, unable to move, extremely stiff, like statues.

The old witch's methods far exceeded their expectations. Before they could even react, they were bound by the power of words from the West.

Every second felt incredibly long and agonizing until the sound of footsteps approached. Gao Gen and Yin Chengfeng regained their freedom and stiffly turned around to see a white-haired old man in a suit walking towards them. He was in good spirits and had piercing eyes.

Where are your letters?

"Here...please take a look." Yin Chengfeng quickly took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it over.

Steve faintly caught a familiar scent, his brow furrowed slightly, and as he unfolded the letter, sure enough, the words were as if he had seen the person in person; the tone and content were from that old friend.

After a quick glance, Steve hesitated slightly, but still nodded in agreement.

“Go back and tell her to prepare what she promised me. Otherwise, I don’t mind settling old scores with her before dealing with the Trinity Gate.”