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

Lu Jin followed closely behind, saying with relief:

"That's what I meant too. You don't need to worry about our feelings. In fact, we don't have many feelings either. We'll leave everything to you. With our two senior uncles away, this matter is of great importance, so we'll listen to you."

Seeing his two junior brothers like this, Chengzhen smiled with satisfaction and said gently, "Alright... then I know what I'm doing."

"Xiao Lu? Summon Will over here for me."

"clear."

Chapter 188 White Hair Sends Off Black Hair

As an outer sect protector, Wei'er enjoys considerable freedom and status from Jiang Mo. Apart from Chengzhen and Si Chong, no other disciple has the right to command him.

For more than a year, Will has been responsible for teaching practical combat skills, fulfilling his duties and maintaining a relatively harmonious relationship with his students.

When he was summoned by Lu Jin, he was studying witchcraft. He didn't say much, stopped immediately, and went to the Scripture Pavilion to see Chengzhen.

"Is there anything you need to tell me?"

"sit--"

Chengzhen held a wolf-hair brush, dipped it in vermilion ink, and traced the names of people on the letter paper. One red mark after another seemed to preemptively pronounce the fate of those who deviated from the norm.

“In the past few days, the sect’s former enemy has shown up, along with a group of his sworn brothers and sisters.”

“Vell, you come from overseas, so you may not know much about our ‘sworn brotherhood’ and ‘Quanxing’ (a group of people from the Quanxing sect).

As Chengzhen applied the ointment, he said:

"You can consider the thirty-five people on the list as our enemies, and you will be in charge of eliminating them."

"Quanxing...? I've had contact with them before, but I don't have a good impression of those monkeys."

After Chengzhen finished writing, Will took the letter and asked uncertainly:

"Kill those marked with red lines, and spare the rest to capture them alive?"

"Yes, keep an eye on the six families: Shangqing, Tianshi Mansion, Wudang, Huode Sect, Tangmen, and Yanwu Hall. Their leaders signed a wartime alliance with us a long time ago. How to deal with them later depends on their discussions."

"If we can capture him alive, we'll spare his life; if he resists stubbornly, we'll kill him."

When it comes to upholding the sect's dignity, Chengzhen is ruthless and merciless, and unafraid of trouble. His voice was cold and clear as he said:

"You are carrying out the orders of the Sanyi Sect, so you don't need to worry about being held accountable by these sects. I will cover for you."

"Okay... I'll make it cleaner."

A dangerous smile played on Will's lips as he continued to ask for instructions:

"If those monkeys who are listed as must-kill have sects backing them and insisting on protecting them to the death, do I still have the power to make arbitrary decisions?"

He had been stationed on the mainland for many years, since the end of the Qing Dynasty. He had traveled all over the country and, apart from encountering Jiang Mo, a towering and unshakable mountain, he had never been afraid of anyone in terms of strength.

If Will wanted to kill those elders and leaders of the supernatural sects, it wouldn't be difficult.

"..."

Chengzhen was slightly moved. He was not bloodthirsty, nor had he ever thought of holding these sects accountable.

After all, the other disciples, and even the elders and higher-ups of the sect, were unaware of this absurd matter; they were merely innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire.

With this in mind, Chengzhen's answer was:

"It depends on the situation. If there are those who insist on obstructing us and don't understand the bigger picture... then let them be and deal with them together. Try not to harm anyone unrelated to them. If the worst-case scenario occurs, and they gang up on you..."

"Then we'll do it your way."

"Understood. How many days is the deadline? If these people are gathered in one place, they are easy to deal with. But if they are scattered all over the country, I estimate it will take a long time."

Will had some consideration. In this chaotic world, with war raging everywhere, it wouldn't be easy to find someone desperately hiding on such a vast and chaotic continent.

Therefore, he asked Chengzhen for a time limit to hunt down as many potential enemies as possible, but he could not guarantee that he could eliminate them all.

"One week."

Chengzhen poured a cup of warm tea and placed it on the table near Will, smiling faintly:

"How many we can kill depends entirely on fate and your execution. We'll return when the time comes."

"Alright, then please wait patiently."

Will took the teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and immediately turned into a dim mist, disappearing in an instant, embarking on his hunting journey.

........

Back mountain.

In the tranquil world, a figure sits listlessly by a pool, breathing softly, his body radiating an almost blinding light.

After more than a year of tempering and refinement, Jiang Mo achieved a surge in cultivation. The vast vitality belonging to his ancestors and the two strange Gu Dao traces were all refined and controlled. Even the Nine Fiend Yin Soil was integrated with his spleen.

Most importantly, the Ancient Ferry Spirit-Breaking Curse was fully mastered, and Jiang Mo reached a peak that no one before him had ever climbed. It took him several months to overcome this difficult hurdle with great difficulty.

At this moment, his aura became increasingly ethereal and otherworldly, as if he were not of the same species as the masses, but rather a terrifyingly indescribable energy body that had developed a consciousness similar to that of a human.

Simply sitting cross-legged on the green rock is like a pillar that stabilizes the sea, suppressing the entire vast world, comparable to ancient gods.

The Reverse Life Triple has undergone another significant evolution, reforging the second stage of Profound Fate.

Jiang Mo's body began to change from youth to old age and emaciated, and through repeated retrospection, it evolved from old age to middle age, youth, and childhood.

The evolution process was slow, with the old and young taking turns. Gradually, the light formed an egg-shaped crystalline substance that enveloped Jiang Mo's entire body.

A thunderous heartbeat reverberates through the mountains and forests. With the blessing of the ancient curse of the Northern Desert, the true method of reversing life, and the strange Gu of the Southern Frontier, an unprecedented monster standing at the pinnacle of humanity is quietly being born.

soon.

With a "crack!" sound, a slight crack appeared on the large egg membrane, and it continued to spread and expand.

This is the prelude to breaking through the barrier. Once all the crystalline substances shatter and fall off, Master Jiang will be able to return to the martial world.

.......

Late at night, at the "Technique" gate.

After news of the sworn brotherhood of the thirty-six men was leaked, Hu Haiwang, feeling guilty, had no time to explain further and was about to flee overnight.

He had barely stepped half a step past the sect gate when he saw his fellow disciples waiting ahead panicking and breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Seize this traitor and lock him in the dungeon."

A furious voice rang out, and Hu Haiwang turned around in terror, his heart sinking completely.

His father, Hutu, and several respected elders stood silently in the distance, watching him with disappointment.

"Sect...Sect Leader...Let me explain..."

"boom!"

Hu Haiwang opened his mouth to speak, but a blur rushed out from behind him. The senior brother's five fingers gripped Hu Haiwang's neck tightly, giving him no chance to explain. He smashed Hu Haiwang's entire face to the ground, instantly turning it into a bloody mess.

“Giving birth to such a rebellious son as you is a disgrace to me. You have brought shame upon our ancestors.”

"take away."

Under the sect leader's orders, several senior brothers with frosty expressions struck down with a palm, knocking Hu Haiwang unconscious. They imprisoned him in the dungeon, pierced his collarbone with hooks to prevent the wicked creature from escaping, and used magic to make ropes to bind his limbs, hanging him high up.

"You scoundrel! The sect has treated you well, yet you treat your master like this!"

"Even if you raise a dog, you should develop feelings for it, but you're a traitor. I don't have a junior brother like you!"

"Hmph! I'll do it."

Curses and the sound of whips mingled together. In the end, Hu Haiwang, who was already physically weak, could not withstand the beating. Even though he cried out for mercy, he was ignored.

Inside the forbidden area, Hu Tu and two white-bearded old men stood silently, their expressions solemn and full of worry.

The three people's gazes converged on an elderly man sitting on the ground, who was none other than the former head of the Shuzi Sect.

Approaching a hundred years old, already frail and thin as a stick, he was now forced to use his life's cultivation and remaining life force to deduce the process and consequences of the sworn brotherhood due to the disaster caused by his descendants.

Inside the scene, the answer the old man sought was easily revealed: a fireball that blotted out the sky, filled with an ominous aura like an abyss.

Even though this old sect leader was experienced and had seen many storms, he still couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Going in is possible, but getting out is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man sighed sadly and resolutely stepped into the fireball. His already weakened life burned rapidly, and he perished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Pfft...!"

"Brother!"

"Uncle Master!!"

The people waiting outside were pale-faced. They saw black blood seeping from the old sect leader's seven orifices and rushed over to help him.

"How...how are you?"

Hu Tu was filled with remorse. He cradled the old man's cold, emaciated body, his voice trembling as he spoke. The mistake his unfilial son had made had turned his uncle, who should have been enjoying his old age, into someone barely clinging to life.

"Killed..."

The old sect leader's cloudy eyes almost bulged out of their deep-set sockets. His aged face was twisted and ferocious as he gripped Hu Tu's right hand tightly, conveying his final message with a sliver of willpower.

"kill...."

The sound stopped abruptly, the old man's pupils dilated, and there was no more breath between his mouth and nose. The great master of magic was completely dead.

"Waaah!! Senior brother."

"Master Uncle, I'm so sorry!"

Several people burst into tears, their tears streaming down their faces. A surge of self-reproach welled up within them, and their hatred was beyond measure.

Afterwards, Hu Tu summoned his disciples to arrange the funeral of his elders. He suppressed his grief and dragged his weary body slowly into the dungeon.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Hu Tu was filled with immense anger, his face was terrifyingly calm and cold. He stiffly looked up at his son, who was being whipped until he was covered in blood, and was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

A tense atmosphere spread silently. Suddenly, a disciple felt a chill and, sensing something amiss, quickly said:

"Sect Leader, if you nod your head, I will immediately cripple his cultivation and condemn this wretched child to death..."

"That's enough, get out of here."

Hu Tu had no patience for his disciples' pleas; he simply told them to leave and then untied the ropes binding Hu Haiwang.

"boom!"

The figure who had fallen from the height was dazed and disoriented, his bones nearly broken, and cried out in grief:

"Father... your son... knows he was wrong..."

"Please...give me another chance...I really won't do it again..."

Hu Haiwang's previous high spirits vanished at this moment. He pleaded desperately, never expecting that a sworn brotherhood would bring about his death.

Looking at his son covered in wounds, Hu Tu simply tossed a jug of liquor at him, his hoarse voice revealing his resolute determination.

"Just recently, your advisor lost his life because of the mistake you made..."

"Our father-son relationship is over. As the head of the sect, I cannot disappoint my disciples. Drink this wine and then you can rest in peace."

"Next year during Qingming Festival, Dad will burn more paper money for you."

"If we are destined to meet again in the next life, your father will discipline you more strictly, my foolish child, don't make the same mistake again."

By the end, Hu Tu's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was choked with emotion.

As a father, he cannot be blamed for his child going astray.

"father....."

Hu Haiwang burst into tears, his expression filled with sorrow. A deep sense of regret welled up in his heart, and for the first time, he felt fear and was at a loss for what to do.

"That's fine then."

Hu Tu couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he threw down a dagger, then turned around, signaling the latter to commit suicide, so as to save face.

"I'm...I'm sorry...Dad..."

"Forgive me... I cannot fulfill my filial duty to you..."