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

During this time, Jiang Mo even found Will and issued a new decree, instructing him to teach practical combat skills to the second-level disciples in the sect in the future. In return, he would give him half a portion of dark red soil, enough to forge new weapons.

"Thank you... Sect Leader."

Will was stunned by the unexpected treatment. In his interactions with the disciples over the past few months, he found that they were quite easy to talk to, and the two higher-ups had not deliberately targeted or suppressed him. He was living a fairly good life.

"I will continue my seclusion."

Jiang Mo looked at Will in front of him and left with these words:

"Do your job well. If the sect encounters any minor troubles, you can handle them privately."

"Yes, please rest assured, Master."

Will bowed deeply, the setting sun casting a golden glow on the ground. He watched the tall, slender figure disappear, his respect growing ever stronger.

For nearly a month, Jiang Mo handled various issues within the sect effectively. He also entrusted You Sha to retrieve two portions of dark red soil to forge the desired weapons for Cheng Zhen and Si Chong.

One evening, Jiang Mo lay quietly on the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, looking down at the beautiful world, with rows of wild geese flying across the sky.

"Uncle-Master, are you going into seclusion soon?"

Chengzhen sat on the stone steps beside him, turning his head to ask with a smile.

"Correct."

Jiang Mo said uncertainly, "Will the next meeting be in a year? Or two years?"

"The sect is in your and your senior brother's hands. As for cultivation, do not slack off."

Chengzhen nodded slightly, "This disciple understands."

"Are you confident that you can break through to the third level after I emerge from seclusion?"

"........"

As dusk receded, the crimson sunset sank behind the mountain ridge.

Chengzhen looked up at the evening glow in the sky, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Third level? This disciple dares not presume, but if I reach the perfection of the second level, it is probably possible."

"good."

Jiang Mo chuckled and said, "According to the agreement with Wanxiang Hall, if they provide the demon's exact whereabouts two years later, and I am still in seclusion, you will handle it on my behalf."

"Very well, I have taken care of this for you, no matter what."

Chengzhen answered calmly.

As dusk approached, time seemed to fly by. Before long, it was dark. Jiang Mo slowly rose, bid farewell to Chengzhen, and returned to his sect, silently watching the busy figures of his disciples.

He wasn't good at saying goodbye; he only lingered for ten breaths before turning around and heading towards the back of the mountain.

"Boom!"

Dark clouds gathered, and a storm was brewing.

With a peaceful mind, Jiang Mo sat on the green rock beside the pool, his eyes slightly closed, and a new cultivation began.

A faint ancient incantation was chanted, and a pain as intense as a tsunami engulfed the depths of Jiang Mo's soul. Black blood flowed from his seven orifices, making him appear eerie and unsettling.

My body was trembling uncontrollably, my face was deathly pale, and every second was agonizing.

one day.

Ten days.

Fifty days.

As time passed, the moon grew colder and the sun warmer, and life was gradually shortened. Jiang Mo sat withered on the green rock, like a rooted, withered tree, unable to move.

His clothes were stained with blood, and his brow, covered in dust, had a faint, reddish-gold vertical line...

The Soul-Breaking Curse.

The ninth level, a peak that no one in the past had ever climbed, is now only a hair's breadth away.

Chapter 177 A bolt from the blue

Early 1944.

More than a year has passed since the Trinity Sect performed a miraculous feat and annihilated the Five Demonic Sects.

The magical phenomena and radiant glow that once covered the mountains and forests were passed down by word of mouth among martial arts practitioners, attracting many travelers to the site of the Sanyi Sect to pay homage, only to leave disappointed, having failed to see any magnificent sacred sites.

According to the original group of extraordinary people who stayed in the surrounding mountains and forests, they witnessed a silver light streak across the sky, which appeared to be the supreme being of the Trinity Sect, ascending to heaven in broad daylight and never returning.

Even when many prominent families brought their young and exceptionally talented children to visit, they did not see Master Jiang. Instead, they were received by Mr. Kuangya and Mr. Weixuanzi.

Gradually, spring turned to autumn, and amidst the chaos of war, the rumors about Jiang Mo faded into obscurity.

Apart from the disciples of the Sanyi Sect, it is known that the sect leader and his senior uncle are still in seclusion in the back mountain;

Most of the extraordinary people outside believed that he had already ascended to heaven and was no longer in the mortal world.

For more than a year, the wartime alliance of supernatural beings has been busy dealing with the Japanese supernatural beings who invade the border and lurk in major cities, and has no time to pay attention to the resurgence of the Quanxing sect.

I heard that they have appointed a new acting leader to lead the remaining remnants of their faction. They are keeping a low profile and developing their power in secret.

.......

Longhu Mountain.

Dark clouds stretched for miles. In a secluded courtyard, two afterimages wreathed in golden light clashed back and forth, the wind howling and their Taoist robes fluttering in the wind.

In a short while, the difference in skill level was clear.

With a clang, Zhang Huaiyi was forced to retreat repeatedly, and the golden light on his body shattered into pieces.

He was breathing heavily, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

The gap between him and his senior brother has widened even further!

In almost every sparring match, no matter how cautious or all-out he was, the only constant was that his senior brother always seemed to be one step ahead of him.

An indescribable feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart. He knew it was neither jealousy nor self-pity, and he could only continue to persuade himself to accept the fact.

"Junior brother, are you alright?"

Seeing that he looked strange, Zhang Zhiwei quickly walked over and asked him with concern.

"what?"

"No...no, senior brother."

Zhang Huaiyi dispelled the golden light, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a wry smile, "Your cultivation is getting more and more powerful. I'm afraid I won't last many rounds."

"If you want to spar again another day, go find your master. I don't want to get beaten up for nothing again."

"Hey! Huaiyi, that's not fair of you."

Zhang Zhiwei's small eyes darted around as he muttered, "I'll have to find some time next time to go visit Lao Lu."

"Oh?"

Zhang Huaiyi then asked, "Senior brother, how did your sparring with your old friend at the Sanyi Sect go a few months ago?"

"Well... this is quite interesting."

Zhang Zhiwei, with amusement, recalled the last competition and gave a relatively objective evaluation:

"That guy Lao Lu, it's hard to get the better of him."

"This kid, he doesn't make a sound when he's cultivating, and his progress is incredibly fast."

Just then, before Zhang Huaiyi could ask for more details out of curiosity, a sudden voice interrupted their conversation.

"Senior brother, Huaiyi, dinner is ready!"

Tian Jinzhong waved from outside the door, then strode over, bringing a letter which he handed to Zhang Huaiyi.

“Junior brother, your letter just arrived recently. It’s unsigned, so it’s probably written to you by a friend you met while traveling.”

"Huh? My letter?!"

Zhang Huaiyi was taken aback, not expecting who would send him the letter. He accepted it with both hands and thanked them repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, Lao Tian."

Afterwards, the three went to have a meal.

At night, Zhang Huaiyi sat at the stone table in the courtyard, brewing a pot of tea. He drank it in a sullen mood, his expression shifting between disappointment and distress.

He loathed his strange habit from the bottom of his heart, constantly comparing himself to his senior brother, and secretly trying to catch up time and time again, but to no avail, and the gap between them only widened.

"Zhang Huaiyi, Zhang Huaiyi, what's wrong with you?"

"Your master taught you skills, and your fellow disciples treat you like family. They would never harm you, yet you act like this... hiding and fearing for your life..."

The cold moon hangs desolate.

Zhang Huaiyi sat alone in the courtyard, muttering to himself.

He drank tea, cup after cup, pondering deeply, and gradually began to have some ideas.

I have never been jealous or resentful of any of my fellow disciples, even when their cultivation levels were higher than mine.

He has always respected his master, but alas... his deceiving his master was also a twist of fate, a nature that even he couldn't control.

Am I scared...?

"I've always been on guard, always unwilling to show my true face to people, but am I really a born rat, as my master said?"

"Absolutely not."

Zhang Huaiyi's face showed pain, and tears were streaming down his face.

He was arrogant and unrestrained in his youth, which brought disaster upon his entire family. If it weren't for the help of the Taoist master, they would have long since fallen into ruin.

The root of all this is his guilt and self-blame. Even after years of facing his mistakes, he has been unable to change his distorted and pathological personality.

He feared a repeat of the disaster, so he became cautious and suspicious, and desperately cultivated himself, all for the sake of a sense of security.

Even though he knew perfectly well that his senior brothers from the Celestial Master's Mansion would not do anything to harm him, he couldn't help but instinctively want to surpass everyone, as if only that could give his tense nerves a moment of relief, allow him to sleep soundly, and relax his mind.

"The Celestial Master's Mansion is home..."

"The Celestial Master's Mansion is home..."

"The Celestial Master's Mansion is home..."

He kept repeating it to himself, trying to dispel his deep-seated wariness.

"I need to change this habit of mine."

Zhang Huaiyi shook his head and sighed, once again admonishing himself to let go. He picked up his teacup, drank it all in one gulp, rubbed his eyes, and composed himself.

After a long while, he recovered and his expression improved.

Suddenly remembering the letter in his pocket, he took it out and opened it to read.

When the familiar handwriting came into view, the lazy and casual tone echoed in my ears.

Zhang Huaiyi's expression changed drastically. He could hardly believe that the demon who had been reduced to a bloody pulp in front of everyone had actually come back to life and was even extending an invitation to him!

"No...it couldn't be him..."

"What exactly happened...?"

At first, Zhang Huaiyi was skeptical, but the more he read, the more alarmed he became.

The letter contained many secrets known only to the two parties involved, making it seem impossible for it to be forged.

"Could it be that he really came back to life? Or was he never really dead?"

In that instant, Zhang Huaiyi was in a state of turmoil. He wanted to get up and hand the letter to his master, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, and he hesitated to move.

How can I explain to my master that the demon was willing to take such a huge risk to write me a letter?

If the letters...the Sanyi Sect finds out that I have been in contact with Wugensheng, will it bring disaster to the Celestial Master's Mansion?

Given that person's power and domineering nature, would he really let me go? Is he even still alive?!

In just a few breaths, thinking of all the uncontrollable possibilities, Zhang Huaiyi felt his scalp tingle and his hands tremble with fear.

Burn the letter... What if another letter comes and it gets leaked?

Should we go take a look...?