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

Jiang Mo tossed aside Mu Wunan's head, turned to look at Yu Gu, and said:

"Your mere summoning of spirits and generals is not enough to save your life. If you don't struggle now, you'll have no chance."

At this moment, Yu Gu remained speechless for a long time. His ally, whose strength was similar to his, was still brutally murdered despite using all means. If it were him, he might not have been able to escape either.

The injured Gu Qi'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had seen the whole scene just now, but was powerless to stop it.

If things continue like this, it will only take Jiang Mo a few dozen breaths to kill them all.

With this in mind, Gu Qi'an changed his strategy. Even if he died in this godforsaken place, he would at least take someone down with him.

"Jiang Mo...you are too arrogant!"

After catching his breath, Gu Qi'an was in high spirits, his five senses were pushed to their limits, and his vision was clear and unobstructed.

He suddenly turned his head in a certain direction, noticed a faint sound, and his body burst into maximum speed. A blood-red light flashed across the void as he chased after Lu Jin, covering a thousand meters in an instant. He was determined to assist Yun Xuanchuan in suppressing and killing the direct descendants of this lineage to avenge the blood feud.

"?"

As the ruler of the Heavenly Kingdom, Jiang Mo was well aware of Gu Qi'an's obvious intentions. He acted on his thought immediately, and the law took effect.

"?!"

Gu Qi'an, who was still burning his true qi and rushing forward, suddenly felt a blur before his eyes and the surrounding scenery changed.

Time seemed to stand still, and he was horrified to find himself transported to the face of that ominous figure.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo's attack was ruthless. He clenched his fist and punched through Gu Qi'an's abdomen. Before Gu Qi'an could even cry out in pain, the force of the punch suddenly raged, blasting his well-preserved internal organs into a festering blood mist.

"Pfft..."

Gu Qi'an's eyes dimmed, and the vitality within his body vanished like a raging river. He staggered and nearly fell. His proud Crimson Martial True Qi could not protect his life.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Thick, fresh blood gushed out like a spring, and the body could no longer bear the burden. Gu Qi'an's consciousness vanished, and he died.

"Wow—!"

Suddenly, a sharp, trembling sound swept across the sky and the earth. Yu Gu attacked again, opening his mouth to unleash a killing move. Under the vibration of the special sound waves, everything disintegrated.

Gu Qi'an's still-present soul was also targeted by Yu Gu, who forcibly took it away and began to devour it frantically with his gaping maw.

"Gulu gulu."

"Kakakaka."

Jiang Mo silently watched Yu Gu eat, whose body swelled and deformed uncontrollably, emitting a roar that was neither human nor ghost. The aged flesh and blood seemed to be reborn, undergoing successive transformations.

"No...you bastard...get away...this is my body!!!"

"what!!!"

Yu Gu appeared to be insane, rambling incoherently. His withered face underwent a dramatic transformation, his flesh rapidly turning black and covered in livid spots. At the same time, his two blood-red pupils burst open from his cheeks, flowing with foul blood.

His entire body seemed to swell several times its original size, with black bones growing outwards and breaking through his hunched body to devour Gu Qi'an's soul. However, he did not succeed as expected and was unable to digest it, being possessed by the remaining resentment.

"Jiang...Mo...!!"

The monster roared madly, emitting two strange voices. Yu Gu's soul was corrupted by resentment, thus giving birth to a new, distorted soul.

Based on its ability to devour spirits and seize the abilities of the dead, this monster was in a state of mental chaos, with rampaging Crimson Martial True Qi appearing on its body. It let out a long howl, unleashing its surging power.

"You couldn't defeat me when I was alive, and now you want to turn the world upside down after I'm dead?"

Jiang Mo unleashed a torrent of true qi from his body, condensing it into a battle axe over ten feet long. He dragged it forward, determined to send the monster on its way.

"boom!"

The afterimage vanished, and the axe blade struck down in an instant, crushing flesh and bones. The monster didn't even have time to utter a wail before it was reduced to ashes.

Two grandmasters of heretical cultivation, Gu Qi'an, the head of the Quanxing Sect, were defeated and killed one after another.

Jiang Mo's gaze was indifferent. A cluster of white innate Qi fire fell from his palm, burning in the wind and turning into a vast sea of ​​fire. It quickly refined the three corpses into a pile of ashes, cutting off their possibility of being resurrected.

The battle on this battlefield has ended, but another battle is just beginning.

Jiang Mo hid deep within the starry sky, quietly gazing at the two figures engaged in fierce combat not far away.

"boom!"

"call out!"

"Da da da!!!"

The old man in yellow robes was once a renowned figure in the Heavenly Craft Hall. He possessed numerous magical artifacts, which combined offensive and defensive capabilities, yet he could not defeat Lu Jin, whose blood energy was at its peak, in a direct confrontation. He was even astonished by the young man's cultivation level, which was so advanced that he could not harm him.

The two fought fiercely for nearly an hour. The old and frail Yun Xuanchuan became increasingly agitated, his face as pale as paper. As his Qi decreased, he could no longer effectively activate his magical artifact.

In contrast, Lu Jin was covered in blood, but his aura remained at its peak. He withstood the killing blows of the magical artifacts, achieving the effect of tempering his physical body, and his various wounds healed rapidly.

"boom!!!"

In his decisive move, Lu Jin mobilized the true qi within his body, using the true method as a guide to gather a massive amount of cold energy in his right hand, freezing the entire stone step. He leaped dozens of meters, avoiding the obstruction of the magical artifact, and sealed the exhausted Yun Xuanchuan with a single palm strike.

Blood vessels, internal organs, and bones were all permeated by the cold ice, and the life of this heretical grandmaster came to an end.

"boom!"

With a single punch, Lu Jin shattered the ice sculpture, leaving it scattered in chunks of blood. He won the fierce battle, achieving his greatest accomplishment to date: single-handedly defeating a Grandmaster of the Evil Path.

.....

In just one night, Jiang Mo and Lu Jin killed several evil cultivators, first beheading Duanmu Ying and then destroying the Quanxing stronghold. They returned to the Lu family the next morning, stayed there for several days, and then went back to the mountain.

soon.

News spread throughout the martial arts world that the Lü family had been provoked by the Quanxing demons, suffering heavy casualties and a change of power, with the position of family head temporarily taken over by the older generation, Lü Yue.

Meanwhile, the Quanxing sect, which was suspected of having seized three extraordinary skills, along with its leader, several renowned figures, and dozens of elite members, all vanished without a trace.

Chapter 222 The Celestial Master's Choice

Late July in the lunar calendar.

Inside the Celestial Master's Mansion, in a quiet wooden house on the west side, an elderly doctor with white hair, examining the injured person's pulse, looked worried and said to his old friend beside him:

“This child is seriously injured. His hands and feet have been severed and his meridians are destroyed. He can be saved, but he can forget about cultivating for the rest of his life.”

"Moreover, something has been thrown into his eyes, causing the flesh inside to rot and fester; it needs to be removed as soon as possible..."

Tian Jinzhong lay on the wooden bed, his body wrapped in bandages, his face pale and his lips white.

Even with the old doctor's miraculous skills, it took him several days to pull the person back from the brink of death.

Zhang Jingqing was exhausted. His worst fears had come true. He felt deeply ashamed and said with a sigh:

"Old Su, is there any other way?"

"..."

The doctor shook his head. He had done his best to examine the injured man's eyes, but some things were simply beyond his control.

"Sigh... I'll trouble you again then."

Zhang Tianshi held his breath. In just five days, he seemed to have aged more than ten years. His once gray hair was now snow-white, his face was covered in wrinkles, and his expression was lost and gloomy.

The dignified Celestial Master's Mansion had disciples who first swore brotherhood with a demon, and then another disciple who was crippled to this state. In a daze, Zhang Jingqing was filled with self-blame, her anger overflowing but with nowhere to vent it.

"Bring a basin of boiling water."

"And alcohol."

The old doctor gave a hurried instruction, and Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Jingqing immediately set off. Soon, the wooden house door closed, and the two waited quietly outside, not daring to make a sound to disturb them.

Half an hour passed.

"Squeak——!"

The wooden cabin was pushed open from the inside out. The old doctor was covered in sweat and panting heavily. Zhang Jingqing hurriedly greeted him and asked:

"Old Su, are you alright?"

"It's nothing...it just takes a little effort."

Under the anxious and expectant gazes of the two, the old doctor slowly responded:

"The necrotic eyeball has been removed... and the injury has stabilized. It should be a few days before he wakes up."

"Thank you! Thank you! Oh, you've really gone to a lot of trouble."

Zhang Jingqing was extremely grateful, and her heart finally settled down, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Don't stand on ceremony. This child still needs your careful care. I have some patients to attend to, and I don't know if my apprentices can manage. I need to go back and check on them."

The old doctor patted Zhang Jingqing on the shoulder, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then took his leave.

"Zhiwei, what are you standing there for? Escort the old man back."

"Yes, Master."

Zhang Zhiwei helped the old man carry his heavy medicine box and said respectfully, "Old Su, let's go."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, young man." The old doctor smiled kindly.

night.

Zhang Jingqing and the two young Taoist disciples stayed by the bedside without leaving for a moment, feeding the unconscious Tian Jinzhong Chinese medicine and wiping his body.

"Master... those bodyguards who escorted Uncle Jinzhong back that day claimed they were ordered by the Quanxing Sect leader. Are you going to settle accounts with them later?"

"Yes! This sorcerer's tyranny is truly excessive."

"......"

Zhang Jingqing fell into deep thought. He was not like these two young Taoist disciples, so easily fooled.

"Master?"

Seeing the old man lost in thought and silent, the young Taoist priest beside him gently called out to him.

"It's not necessarily Quanxing... Your uncle went down the mountain to search for news of that wicked creature, but was brutally murdered. If it were Quanxing, why would they need to go through all this trouble? They could simply kill him to silence him."

Rather than being certain that Quanxing was the murderer, Zhang Jingqing had reservations. He expressed his doubts:

"Perhaps some sects, after cornering your uncle and pressing him for information about the wicked child, resorted to torture to injure him when they failed to obtain it. They also have grudges against Quanxing, so they simply shifted the blame to Quanxing, hoping that the Celestial Master's Mansion would start a war with them."

"But whether it's Quanxing or anyone else, once Jinzhong wakes up, if I don't avenge him, I'll be ashamed to be a teacher."

Zhang Jingqing suppressed his anger. He knew that now was not the time to talk about this. Perhaps there would be clues when his apprentice woke up.

The two young Taoists looked at each other, realizing that what their advisor said seemed to make sense, and that they hadn't considered things carefully enough.

late at night.

Upon returning to the mountains, Zhang Zhiwei immediately went to the wooden cabin to check on his junior brother's condition.

"Master..."

"I'm sorry... I failed to keep an eye on Jinzhong."

Faced with Zhang Zhiwei's self-blame, Zhang Jingqing sighed silently and pondered for a moment before saying, "No, it is my fault."

"We shouldn't have let you two go down the mountain in the first place. It would have been better to let that wretched creature fend for itself..."

"Master... what should we do if Jinzhong wakes up?"

Zhang Zhiwei worried that his junior brother would not be able to accept the cruel reality: his hands and feet were crippled, his eyes were gouged out, and he would suffer a great blow to his heart. If not handled properly, he might even commit suicide.

"After waking up? I'm also very worried..." Zhang Jingqing was disheartened.

"How about... we send it to the Sanyi Gate? I'll beg Old Lu and Gate Master Jiang for help, see if we can..."

Before he could finish speaking, noticing the change in his master's expression, Zhang Zhiwei's voice grew softer and softer.

"Leaving aside whether the person is still inside the sect, that wicked child committed a mistake by forming a brotherhood with a demon. How do you expect the friends of Sanyi to treat us?"

"Although they can distinguish right from wrong and won't hold a grudge against us, what about us? How can we really have the nerve to go and ask for help? To be honest, I can't get over that hurdle in my heart."

Zhang Jingqing was well aware of this method. With the abilities of that person from the Sanyi Sect, who was practically a god, he would surely have a way to cure his disciple. However, because of the trouble Zhang Huaiyi had caused, he truly did not want to trouble him.

"...If you're not going, I will."

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't bear it, but under his master's stern gaze, he spoke each word carefully: