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

Chapter 196 Intrigue and deception

early morning.

In the village council hall, a charred corpse covered with a straw mat lay. Zhuge Yunlan reported to the old man:

"Village chief, the person has been brought back."

"good....."

The village chief's anxiety gradually subsided.

“This witch not only stole the secrets of Qimen, but also the divine secrets. She even used several magical artifacts during our fight last night.”

"If we let her grow up unchecked, who knows what kind of trouble she'll cause in the future."

Zhuge Yunlan felt a surge of relief, thankfully he had arrived in time the previous night.

"A divine plan?" The village chief's expression changed slightly, and he finally sighed.

The lineage of Zhuge Liang passed down the Qimen Dunjia technique to men and the Shenji technique to women. This girl from another family had ambitions far beyond his expectations. To achieve this level, she was not only talented, but also had the secret support of Zhuge Yunhui. Tian Xiaodie alone could never have accomplished this.

"Call your fifth brother over here."

The nearly 100-year-old man was truly enraged this time. Privately learning the secrets of the martial arts world was already a serious crime, but to also learn the divine secrets was outrageous.

When Zhuge Yunhui received the notification and rushed to the council hall, he saw the charred corpse under the straw mat and was horrified, overwhelmed by a great sense of unease.

"Big...Big Brother...?"

"Village chief... what's this?"

"See for yourself."

The old man said coldly, his face ashen, wishing he could kill this good-for-nothing with his own hands.

The clan rules are strict, and to secretly establish a sect is already a great act of treason. Yesterday, he spared Zhuge Yunhui out of consideration for the two children. However, today, upon learning that this boy had also stolen the Divine Strategist Technique, the last trace of mercy in his heart was extinguished.

"Village chief...no...no way...didn't you promise me?!"

Overwhelmed by fear, Zhuge Yunhui knelt on the ground, his right hand trembling as he reached for the straw mat. When he lifted a corner, he saw a bloody and mangled scene in the dim light.

In an instant, his heart was utterly devastated. He burst into tears, his face contorted with hatred, and demanded:

"You! Didn't you say you'd give her a way out?"

"It's giving her a way to live, but once she leaves Zhuge Village, her life or death will be another matter entirely."

"what!!!"

Zhuge Yunhui stood up in a frenzy and threw a heavy punch at his brother. In his rage, he roared and had long lost his mind.

"boom!"

Zhuge Yunlan didn't let him get away with it. His calloused hands instantly grabbed the incoming fist, deflecting the force while simultaneously pulling him forward and using Zhuge Yunhui's shoulder as a fulcrum, spinning him around and slamming him to the ground.

"Have you forgotten who taught you cultivation?"

"Useless! A disgrace."

Zhuge Yunlan pressed down on Zhuge Yunhui's head with one hand, ignoring the latter's violent struggles, but he was unable to move an inch.

"The clan's unique skills and secret techniques were passed down through generations of painstaking efforts by countless ancestors?"

"You're so generous, passing them all on to your wife. What gives you the right to do that!"

"I'm telling you, you're not qualified yet."

Zhuge Yunlan became increasingly angry as she spoke.

As the eldest brother, he had always taken care of his younger brothers and sisters since their parents passed away. He never imagined that one day his fifth brother would disregard the clan rules, commit serious crimes, and even lay a hand on him. He was extremely disappointed.

With a loud "boom!", the stone-paved ground, unable to withstand the immense force, suddenly cracked open.

Zhuge Yunhui's face was completely sunken between the shattered bricks, bleeding profusely, and even his struggling movements were stiff.

"Yunlan! Let go, don't take this wretched child's life."

Seeing this, the village chief, fearing that someone might die, quickly stopped it.

"If you disobey again, I will not forgive you."

Zhuge Yunlan gave a stern warning and released his right hand. Since Zhuge Yunhui was his fifth brother, he was unwilling to use excessive force. If it were anyone else who provoked him like that, their head would have been crushed.

"Big brother...why...sob..."

"Xiaodie... is... your sister-in-law... how could you... sob sob..."

Zhuge Yunhui's heart was bleeding, and his mind was filled with countless scenes from his past life.

When he got married, his older brother was busy preparing for their wedding, taking care of everything meticulously. However, now he has personally destroyed their family.

The fractures to his facial bones and forehead brought Zhuge Yunhui to his senses.

He was caught in a dilemma, crying helplessly and heartbrokenly. On one side was his wife, with whom he had shared a lifetime of love, and the mother of his children; on the other side was his brother, who played the role of a father. No matter what choice he made, he would regret it.

"Enough! That vixen is not my sister-in-law."

"If she had known she was from the Zhuge family, why didn't she consider our situation when she swore brotherhood? Why didn't she think of you, think of me, think of you still a nephew at the Sanyi Gate!!!"

Zhuge Yunlan's words left Zhuge Yunhui speechless once again; he could find no reason to refute them.

At this moment, the village chief, seeing the brothers killing each other, was unwilling to delay any longer and sighed:

"Zhuge Yunhui, I will seal away all the Zhuge family's techniques within you..."

"From now on, there will be no place for you here."

"As for the baby, if you wish to keep him, we will take good care of him. When he grows up, we will tell him that his parents are dead. Of course, if you want to take him with you and let him wander in the chaotic world, going hungry, we will not stop you."

"No! Village Chief, the child can't go out with this wretched child." Zhuge Yunlan urged anxiously. Such a small child could easily lose his life if he caught a cold outside.

In his view, although the baby's parents were scoundrels, the one-year-old baby was completely innocent and should not be dragged into suffering because of them.

"Okay... Village Chief, I'll go with the child..."

"No need for you to trouble yourself, brother..."

Zhuge Yunhui was willing to accept the punishment. He was enveloped in a deep and piercing grief and did not want to stay in the village for even a moment longer.

"Bastard!"

"You selfish bastard, making the child suffer because of you."

The village chief raised his hand, signaling Zhuge Yunlan not to be impatient. After a moment's consideration, he said, "Sigh..."

"You parents are so irresponsible; your child is doomed to live with you..."

"How about this... leave the child in the village, we'll raise him for you until he's three, and he'll be cared for by your younger sister. If you're still alive and well when you come back in two years, you can take him with you."

"...Thank you...Village Chief..."

Zhuge Yunhui curled up on the ground, his tears gradually drying, looking utterly heartbroken. He understood the unspoken meaning: the village chief had promised him that if he died unexpectedly outside, the child would still be raised by them.

In addition, he also believed that his elder brother was an upright person and would not take out his and his wife's guilt on the children.

Immediately, the village chief bent down, extended his withered right hand, and silver-blue magic runes lit up. He pressed it against Zhuge Yunhui's brow, imbuing it with a restriction that transformed into invisible chains that spread from his brain to his limbs and bones, constantly binding him. From now on, if he dares to forcibly use the Zhuge family's methods, he will only perish on the spot.

Having done all this, the old man waved wearily and said, "Yunlan, send him away."

"it is good."

.......

The stronghold of the Quanxing, a gambling den.

Inside the luxurious yet rustic private room, opera singers played music. Gu Qi'an lay sprawled on a soft sofa, the melodious singing making him drowsy.

When he caught a familiar sound of footsteps in the noisy environment, and smelled a faint odor of decay in the air, he couldn't help but frown:

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

The uninterested young man uttered a soft remark, and the actors present breathed a sigh of relief, bowed repeatedly, and hurriedly left.

A moment later, a group of strange Japanese people walked through the wide, ornately decorated gate. The elderly man at the head of the group wore a gray-blue kimono, wooden clogs, and a katana at his waist. He walked slowly forward, landed on the sofa next to the young man, and began to negotiate.

"Gu Jun, I have prepared what you requested."

"The method of refining the Impure Fire."

"The Secret Manual for Cultivating Longevity Water".

"The complete Thunderflame Breathing Technique."

With his withered right hand, Miyazawa Eiichi took out three yellowed scriptures from his robes. His deep, lake-like eyes revealed a terrifying sense of oppression as he calmly gazed at the languid young man.

"Oh? Really?"

Gu Qi'an stretched his limbs, slowly stood up, and murmured, "Mr. Gong Ze, may I verify something?"

"it is good."

The old man replied in a deep voice, without showing any unusual expression.

Gu Qi'an took the three scrolls and slowly unfolded them, revealing rows and rows of complicated and obscure Japanese text.

a long time.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Gu Qi'an withdrew his gaze from the scriptures, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips.

“Wonderful…wonderful…absolutely wonderful…Mr. Miyazawa is so generous.”

"Lord Gu, it's only right to reciprocate. It's time for you to fulfill your promise," the old man said indifferently.

"Okay... the thing is here."

Gu Qi'an flicked his right hand, and a parchment map appeared out of thin air. However, he didn't immediately hand it to the old man, but instead gave him a reminder:

“I can give you the map, but… Mr. Miyazawa, I don’t know how many of your people died. If you have the guts, go in and you can destroy the feng shui and geomantic veins inside.”

"Hmm...it's none of your business," the old man murmured.

"Then it will be a pleasure to cooperate."

Gu Qi'an laughed heartily and casually tossed the sheepskin blueprint to the old man.

"Snapped."

Miyazawa Eiichi unfolded the map for inspection, his cold gaze sweeping over it as he memorized all its contents. A cluster of blood-black flames ignited, instantly burning the map to ashes.

"Gu Jun, I look forward to our next meeting."

"Of course, if you manage to come out alive, then we can drink and chat again." The young man smiled merrily.

"Goodbye."

The old man got up and left without saying much.

"Hey! Mr. Miyazawa, we've investigated what happened last time. It was those guys from the Tang Clan. If you have time, go check it out?"

"it is good."

The old man didn't turn around, but continued walking, and the other Japanese strangers followed him away.

After they went downstairs and disappeared into the distance, a transparent figure hidden beside the young man asked in confusion, "Sect Leader, did you really give them the map that records the dragon vein?"

"Huh? How could I possibly have something like that?"

"I only made slight modifications and marked the locations for them as extremely dangerous places that I had been to before. You might go there alive, but you might not come back alive."

A cold glint flashed in Gu Qi'an's eyes, and the three scrolls he was holding shattered into countless dust.

"But this old guy is really patient. None of the things he gave me are reliable. He's just fooling me."

"Then...why don't you expose this old ghost?" The transparent figure was taken aback.

"There's no need for that, let them die..."

"If I hadn't stolen these secret techniques when I was in Japan, I would have definitely gone mad if I had tried to practice according to the scriptures that the old ghost gave me."

Gu Qi'an sat there with a carefree smile, exclaiming leisurely:

"That old bastard wants me dead, and I want him dead too. We're even now."

"By the way, Sect Leader, we haven't found Wugensheng's whereabouts, but we have captured a certain traitor who swore brotherhood with him."

"Gao Gen? Or Gu Jiting?"

Gu Qi'an was slightly curious and casually said, "Bring him over, I'll interrogate him myself."