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

"father?!"

“If the family business is passed down to me in the future, I will definitely be able to shoulder the responsibility.”

Lu Ci looked flustered. He had a vague sense of foreboding and seemed unable to persuade these elders. He hurriedly pleaded:

"Besides, if I marry a woman from a different family, our children will still have a chance of inheriting the family name..."

"If my cousins ​​also have children, the chances of them getting pregnant together are already quite high."

Father Lü and the elders did not change their minds. Lü Ci's words made sense, but the consequence of doing so would be that the inheritance of the dual-wielding technique would be split, with either the blue hand or the red hand, and it would never be possible to achieve both.

Only if the four modified individuals reproduce can there be a one-in-three chance of obtaining the complete dual-wielding hands.

Lu Ci's repeated persuasion failed, and Lu's father looked at Lu Ren with deep remorse, saying:

"You don't mind, do you? Just consider it a debt the family owes her, and we'll give her whatever she wants from now on."

“…” Lu Ren took a deep breath, closed his eyes and nodded.

"Father!! Fourth Uncle!!"

Lu Ci's lips trembled, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't believe that these elders could be so heartless and insane.

"Stop talking. My mind is made up. Get ready."

Ignoring Lü Ci's advice, Lü's father stared directly at Duanmu Ying:

"When can the surgery begin? If the surgery fails, could my life be in danger?"

"Give me two hours to rest. You can prepare the surgical instruments and a quiet place to prevent outsiders from interfering with me. I will perform the surgery myself, and there will be no risk of failure."

Duanmu Ying looked exhausted; having not slept all night, she was in extremely poor mental condition.

"Alright... then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Duanmu."

Father Lü smiled with satisfaction, as if he could foresee a prosperous future for his family, and his blood boiled with excitement.

"Uncle, I'll trouble you to summon those children. Make sure they don't know anything about it. We can talk about it later."

Upon hearing this, one of the clan elders present pondered for a moment and said, "Alright."

Lu Ci was extremely anxious and was about to leave to rescue his cousins ​​when a withered hand suddenly fell and landed on his shoulder, so heavy that it almost crushed his body.

"Ci'er? Stay with this old man for a while and have a chat."

"Yes, you should get closer to your third great-grandfather. If you can even inherit half of his good fortune, I'll be secretly delighted."

Lü's father saw through Lü Ci's intentions and gave him no chance to struggle. Under the immense benefits, even his own son was not worth talking to.

This experiment is crucial to the prosperity of the Lü family for centuries, and Lü's father cannot afford to fail.

At this point, Lü Ci felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably, and he simply couldn't bring himself to have those kinds of thoughts about his family.

The time spent in confinement passed in the blink of an eye. When Lü Ci was numbly dragged to a secret room by her family, three women under deep anesthesia were already lying on the operating table in the distance.

Duanmu Ying, dressed in a white coat, stood to the side, looking like a demon.

Lu Ci was so angry that his chest felt like it was going to explode. His strong intuition told him that the vixen in front of him was definitely trying to harm the Lu family.

Seeing his murderous intent surge, Duanmu Ying said coldly, "Boss Lü, the young master seems to be a little resistant, so I can't make a move."

"Witch, I'm going to kill you!"

Provoked, Lü Ci cursed and swore, his expression ferocious, wishing he could devour Duanmu Ying's flesh and blood.

"How dare you! You have no right to speak here."

Father Lü gave a reprimand, then raised his hand: "Third Uncle."

"boom!"

Upon hearing this, the clan elder struck with a karate chop, hitting the back of Lü Ci's neck and causing the volatile man to faint.

"Miss Duanmu, please do your best and do not disappoint us."

"Just get down."

"The surgery will begin immediately."

Duanmu Ying dismissed the others, and the door to the secret room suddenly closed.

She removed the clothes from the four men, took a sharp scalpel, and cut open their chests one by one, using her double-handed skills to begin modifying their bloodlines.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

The scarlet aura, flowing with mysterious patterns, seemed to be alive, seeping into Lü Ci's limbs and bones from the wound, melting into every inch of his flesh and blood.

At the same time, a special blue light cluster contained a backup of memories, consciousness, and soul copied from the brain, which Duanmu Ying placed deep within Lü Ci's brain, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

In the future, Lü Ci will be completely unaware that another parasitic life is growing inside his body and that it may take over his body at any time.

Duanmu Ying kept her promise to the Lü family, but she also left herself a backup plan. Not only Lü Ci, but also the other three women were infused with blue light by her.

She was confident in her superior skills, believing that the Lü family, with their keen eyesight, would not be able to detect her.

Even if she were to suddenly die and be discarded by the Lü family after she had served her purpose, she could still become a vengeful ghost that would haunt their lineage and live on forever.

"The Lü family..."

"You're in for it..."

Duanmu Ying muttered to herself, suddenly thinking of Lü Ci's provocation and her husband's capture.

Enraged, she exerted force with her wrist, and the cold glint of the scalpel fell in a chaotic barrage, piercing Lu Ci's chest with countless bloody holes, severing most of his meridians.

If she weren't still in the Lü family, she would have loved to kill this beast in human skin.

After venting her anger, Duanmu Ying used her Red Hand technique, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the scars disappeared, and the thick bloodstains on the operating table were terrifying.

Lü Ci thus became fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of the butcher.

The surgery lasted about an hour and a half. Duanmu Ying had been working on four people in a row, and was already sweating profusely. Her internal energy was completely depleted, and her limbs were sore and weak.

With a "pop!", the two tentacles, one scarlet and one azure, suddenly snapped off. Duanmu Ying had successfully completed her mission, a sickly smile playing on her pale face.

As she weakly leaned against the wall and stepped out of the secret room, she saw a series of ugly faces. Forcing herself to suppress her discomfort, she calmly said:

"Success."

"Arrange a private room for me; I need to rest."

"It's done?!"

"That's wonderful!!!"

Father Lü was overjoyed, his face glowing with happiness. The gloom of his previous anxious waiting had vanished, and his heart was no longer filled with worry.

"Third Uncle, please take Miss Duanmu down to rest. She is a noble person of the Lü family, and no one is allowed to harm her."

"Yes, master."

"Come with me, young lady."

The three elders rarely showed kindness; a faint smile could be seen on their withered faces. He would be responsible for continuing to monitor Duanmu Ying.

Chapter 216 Tongtian is not in the 'talisman'

The 26th day of the seventh lunar month.

Late at night, in the backyard of the Lu family, lanterns stood around the fishpond pavilion, illuminating two slender, silver-clad figures.

"thump!"

Jiang Mo casually tossed in the bait, causing splashes of water to rise on the dim surface as fish leaped and frolicked.

"Uncle-Master... I can't continue practicing."

"It can't be inherited either."

A voice filled with complex emotions rang out from beside him. Lu Jin stared at the Tongtian Talisman between his fingers and sighed repeatedly.

In the past two days, he hasn't had the slightest thought of keeping it for himself. Instead, he's been considering whether to pass this unique skill back to the Shangqing School.

For him, the Tongtianlu, which was tainted with the life of his old friend, was simply unacceptable.

It was less of a gift and more of a constraint. After receiving the talisman from Lu Gong, he felt a vague sense of unease and roughly understood Zheng Zibu's long-cherished wish.

"If you can't practice, then don't practice, just leave it alone."

Jiang Mo admired the moonlight reflected on the lake, feeling refreshed and relaxed. He casually asked, "Is your aversion to it because of its name, or is it due to your friend's scheme behind it?"

"They all have..."

Lu Jin hesitated and sighed deeply.

Since the battle in the southern border, Wugensheng's memories have been refined by Jiang Mo. At midnight yesterday, he wanted to explore his old friend's past from Wugensheng's perspective. After obtaining Jiang Mo's permission, he glimpsed some of his memories.

Lu Jin thus learned that his old friend Zheng Zibu and Wugensheng had become acquainted several years ago and had a fairly good relationship.

After his master Zuo Ruotong passed away, a bloody battle broke out between the Sanyi Sect and the Quanxing Sect. Wugensheng mediated between them and sent Zheng Zibu to give him advice.

Then at the sworn brotherhood banquet in Tongtian Valley, Zheng Zibu had a detailed conversation with Wugensheng and learned the details of the grudges from back then.

What he sought included personal desires and friendships. Therefore, when Zheng Zibu was studying the Ziyang Jade Disc in the desolate temple, he obtained the Tongtian Talisman, a unique skill that allowed him to communicate with the heavens through the use of talismans.

However, Lu Jin had discussed the matter of 'Tongtian' with his martial uncle several times.

He firmly believes that there is no such thing as ascending to immortality.

The so-called Tongtian Lu, in essence, is nothing more than a dazzling and powerful cultivation technique.

Even beginners can learn various talismans, and once mastered, they are permanently proficient. No rituals or props are required, and talismans can be used freely within the limits of the body's tolerance.

After achieving mastery, one transcends the authority of ghosts and gods, moves freely and unhindered, speaks with law, and utilizes the great power of heaven and earth.

This is what Wugensheng saw in his memory—his exchange with Zheng Zibu about the 'Tongtian Lu'. Since neither of them had studied it in depth, it was just a rough guess, and he couldn't be sure if it was true.

Humans are complex beings with complex emotions, and the desire to help others and oneself has its own unique environment for growth. Looking back at Zheng Zibu's actions, Lu Jin could only sigh with regret:

"I don't believe in achieving immortality through divine intervention, so why would I need a celestial register?"

"If the 'reaching the heavens' that our predecessors spoke of refers to a state of carefree freedom, then after a hundred years of dedicated cultivation, I might be able to follow in my master's footsteps and reach that state."

"What really saddens me is that he only thought of me last... The premise of treating others with sincerity is to treat oneself with sincerity. Now I see myself clearly."

Lu Jin lowered his head. The bright moonlight, like frost, covered the clear water. He looked at his blurred face, dappled with ripples, and revealed his true feelings:

"I cannot forgive his scheming against me, even if it was mixed with hope for me, which unjustly implicated my family."

“I can’t convince myself to accept the transfer of his hatred. I don’t want to carry it, not even a little bit.”

"Uncle-Master, do you know?"

“I’m not as sensible and well-behaved as you think. I’m human too… I have flaws, dissatisfactions, and selfishness.”

"Any respect that is given without asking questions, under the guise of doing what is right, is never the respect I need."

Jiang Mo listened patiently, a smile occasionally playing on his lips.

He was gratified and happy, and even felt honored that Lu Jin was willing to share these innermost thoughts with him, which indirectly proved that he, as an elder, was still quite qualified.

"Look how distressed Jin'er is by this mess. I wonder what her senior brother would think if he saw this? He would probably understand and comfort you."

Jiang Mo gently patted Lu Jin's shoulder, encouraging him:

"Do whatever you want to do. Whether it's slaughtering the Quanxing or the Wang and Lü families, as long as you want to do it, do what you are willing to do and what is right."

"With your uncle protecting you, even if the sky falls, I can fix it with one slap."

"Uncle-Master, I am deeply grateful for your care."

After venting his pent-up frustrations, Lu Jin felt much better, and he took the opportunity to bring up another point:

"And... I don't want to cultivate the Qi Source Flow anymore."

"Though it is profound, my ambition lies elsewhere. I know you made this recommendation on a whim after hearing about your embarrassing story from many years ago, but... I have thought it through."

Meeting Jiang Mo's gaze, Lu Jin said firmly:

"I want to defeat Brother Zhang fair and square, without relying on any special force."

"As you wish, Jin'er."

Jiang Mo suddenly smiled. His senior brother's disciple was indeed extraordinary, possessing such courage, which was truly remarkable.

"I am so pleased; you've grown up..."