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

“If Jinzhong does something rash, his life will be over. Even if it means losing face, I can't just stand by and watch my junior brother suffer. Besides, Master, you've dealt with Sect Leader Jiang and Old Lu before. You know what kind of people they are…”

Before she could finish speaking, and just as Zhang Jingqing was about to retort, a faint wail interrupted their argument.

"No...no...I really don't know..."

Upon waking, Tian Jinzhong's first words were to beg the executioners not to torture him, unaware that he had returned to the mountains.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

He suddenly began to wail, as if he felt the emptiness in his eyes and the pain in his hands and feet, which plunged his already collapsing mind into despair once again.

"Jinzhong! Jinzhong!!"

"Jinzhong is my master."

Seeing her disciple in this state, Zhang Jingqing felt a pang of sorrow, her eyes welling up with tears. She comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid, we're home now."

"Master...Senior Brother..."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Tian Jinzhong couldn't help but tremble, even though he was in the Celestial Master's Mansion.

He burst into tears, painful memories flooding his mind of how those guys had brutally severed his hands and feet and poured powder into his eyes, the burning sensation causing him unbearable agony.

"sorry...."

"It's my fault for being useless..."

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Jinzhong, Jinzhong, don't cry. Your master promises you that he will kill those who harmed you."

Zhang Jingqing felt as if her heart was being torn apart, with regret and hatred surging into her heart at the same time.

“Jinzhong, I’m here. You can tell your senior brother that it was the Quanxing demon who injured you. No matter who it was, your senior brother will settle this score for you.”

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't swallow his anger.

"I...I don't know...their origins..."

Tian Jinzhong's voice was weak. He was heartbroken and had no desire to live. He was terrified and confused about the future. With his hands and feet severed and his eyesight gone, he was nothing more than a burden.

The calls in his ears grew fainter and fainter, and he fell into severe self-doubt, completely unable to hear the comforting words from his senior brothers and master.

For a full half hour, the two, who had mistakenly thought Tian Jinzhong was asleep from exhaustion, stopped disturbing him and silently kept him company.

In the latter half of the night, Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Jingqing, who had not rested for several days, dozed off in their room, in a state of half-sleep and half-awake.

"boom...."

"boom....."

The faint thud suddenly jolted the two awake. A chill ran from head to toe. Tian Jinzhong, attempting suicide, was banging his forehead against the wall, reopening his old wound and drawing blood.

"Jinzhong! What are you doing, you idiot!!"

Zhang Jingqing was wide awake, terrified and numb all over. She rushed forward, scolded him, grabbed her disciple's arm, and pulled him back.

"Jinzhong...."

Zhang Zhiwei fetched ointment and bandages, attempting to stop his junior brother's bleeding.

"Master... Waaah... Senior Brother... Waaah..."

"I... am... a cripple..."

"Please... just give me a quick death..."

Tian Jinzhong could not accept himself like this. He would rather die than live on. His soul was tormented every moment, and his blood was hot and cold. His life had no meaning anymore.

Zhang Jingqing's face froze. His brows furrowed, and suppressing his guilt, he said angrily:

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Master...this disciple...really can't hold on any longer..."

Tian Jinzhong wailed and cried bitterly. He wanted to live, but he didn't have the courage to live. The threatening words and various tortures haunted him like a nightmare, and he could hardly calm down.

"Jinzhong, even you are abandoning your master!"

Zhang Zhiwei made a decision in his heart and admonished, "Your master is so old, yet he still thinks about finding the murderer for you. Is this how you treat him?"

"No matter how much it hurts, hold on. Your master and I need you to live. Promise us you will live."

"Senior brother... Waaah..."

Tian Jinzhong was heartbroken and spoke in a trembling voice. He was even speechless for a moment, his mind in such a state that he could not express his emotions normally.

"Don't cry, Jinzhong, you're not a cripple..."

Zhang Jingqing couldn't bear to blame him. He softened his tone, understanding the child's predicament. A blue light appeared at his fingertips, which was none other than the Purification Mantra of Longhu Mountain. However, he hesitated to use it.

Staying awake is painful, but it allows you to vent your emotions. If you try to soothe his mind and body directly, it may not solve the problem at once and could even create bigger problems.

In the end, Zhang Tianshi didn't say much. He released the purification mantra, embraced his disciple, and let him cry. His heart was bleeding. As the master, he felt the worst.

The night was long, and Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Jingqing kept him company in silence until dawn, when Tian Jinzhong finally fell into a deep sleep.

Sunlight streamed through the window into the wooden house, and the old man carefully helped his disciple to lie down on the bed.

"Master?" Zhang Zhiwei was about to offer a suggestion.

"Let's go down the mountain..."

"Go to town and rent a rickshaw, pack some dry food, and head to Sanyi Gate later. Keep it a secret on the way; don't let Jinzhong know. This kid is afraid of causing trouble for others..."

After a night of repeated deliberation, Zhang Jingqing made the choice that he, as the master, should make.

Chapter 223 Helping

Moonlit night.

From the floor where You Sha was located in the Trinity Library, the sound of mechanical gears turning could be heard. A huge metal sphere floated in mid-air, and wisps of ethereal dark gray light emanated from the runes imprinted on its surface.

Ancient magical incantations were being chanted softly, as if laying the groundwork for an unknown alchemical process. While manipulating her creation with one hand, You Sha absentmindedly remarked:

"We've entered the final stage of the experiment, and the results are about what we expected."

"I'm planning to go back to get something. Do you want to come with me, Master?"

"The world lines you and I want to go to may not be similar. How far back in time did you return to?"

Jiang Mo, having nothing to do, came to visit tonight. He was sitting on the exquisite and soft sofa in the corner, holding a cup of coffee that You Sha had recently brewed for him, and taking small sips.

He was indeed interested in 'Fate Reversal', but he didn't yet know how to cast this forbidden magic or what precautions he needed to take.

"I want to go back to... the point where I made a mistake. Back then, the black magic I chose was 'Undead Bones'. This time, I'm going to go to a timeline where I chose 'Chaotic Life' to see if I can succeed."

A faint smile played at the corners of You Sha's lips:

"The number of people who can use the Fate Reversal is not limited. The main limitation is the ability limit of the person who activates it. And a very special thing is that, as you guessed before, it has a time limit. You can't stay for as long as you want."

"How long?" Jiang Mo asked curiously.

"Three days. As the number of uses increases, the duration of the stay decreases sharply by more than half. Each person can only use Fate Reversal three times in their lifetime; it will become invalid after that."

You Sha grasped a silver-gray rhombus from the table and tossed it aside, explaining:

"This is a tool for locking the relative positions of two world lines. It can be returned to at will. If it is lost, it can only be recalled after the magic's run time ends."

Jiang Mo gently stroked the cool crystal, which was also engraved with dense magical runes.

"How many people can you bring with you at most?"

"Five people, without affecting me."

You Sha's premonitions were always very accurate. She glanced at Jiang Mo with her cold, aloof eyes and asked疑惑地问道:

"You're taking your disciples with you?"

"Ah."

"The rise of this sect came too easily, while my lifespan seems to have no end in sight..."

Jiang Mo has reached the third level of Reverse Rebirth. His true method is constantly absorbing the natural energy of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers. In addition, he has refined the life force of the ancestors of the Southern Frontier, and his physical body has undergone another transformation, maintaining his youth forever.

As You Sha waited, the answer was slowly revealed.

"In the long run, my presence will only cause the disciples in the sect to slacken their resolve to cultivate."

“I am also a human being. I may die of old age one day, or suddenly disappear. If the sect is destined to decline because of my loss, that is a historical preview that I do not want to see. Therefore, it is necessary for them to be prepared for danger in times of peace. Often, the effect of preaching is not as good as experiencing it firsthand. So I want to take them to a timeline where my senior brother and I have both passed away. Let’s see what changes the disciples and sects there will encounter.”

"That's rare." You Sha was moved, and the smile on her lips became even gentler.

"Ok?"

"It's rare to say that you're a good person. After all, you've cultivated to such a level, yet you're still willing to spend time worrying about the growth of your disciples."

Yu Sha was deeply moved, past memories flooding back. She murmured with a smile:

“In the academy where I used to study, the instructors were all busy with their own research and wouldn’t waste time on the students. They would usually just throw a magic book and a note with annotations over us, and then we would practice, deduce, master, and take exams day after day. It was incredibly boring.”

"..."

Jiang Mo remained silent, offering no comment. After all, it was normal for academies and sects in the East and West to have different teaching cultures.

The two had a pleasant conversation. Half an hour later, Jiang Mo said goodbye and left. He went up to the fourth floor and happened to see Zhuge Yu and Chengzhen guarding the Qi Diagram.

"Uncle Master, you are here."

"Uncle Master!!"

"Come and take a look at you."

Jiang Mo sat down on the futon at the tea table, checking on Zhuge Yu's cultivation progress, and asked:

"I sent you to Heaven to cultivate some time ago, did you gain anything?"

“Yes, Uncle-Master, I have made some progress in Feng Hou Qi Men and Shen Ji Bai Lian.”

"These two things are even more mysterious than the techniques passed down in my family. You can make rapid progress in them every day, but if you are not careful, you can easily go astray and become possessed by evil spirits."

"I'm nearing a bottleneck. I don't dare to continue working on it because I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it. I need to let things settle down a bit more."

As a sorcerer, Zhuge Yu knew that haste makes waste. Moreover, he mainly cultivated reversal of life, and he didn't have much time left. Continuing to cultivate would exhaust him both physically and mentally.

"That's good, as long as you know your limits." Jiang Mo smiled knowingly.

Just then, a point of light appeared on the Qi diagram, and Chengzhen reminded him, "Uncle-Master, a visitor has arrived. Shall I go and see?"

"Just go."

Having received instructions from his martial uncle, he turned and went to wait on the long steps leading up to the sect's mountain.

soon.

Several familiar figures came into view. The Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain carried his unconscious disciple and climbed up step by step. Accompanying him was Zhang Zhiwei, the disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion who had been granted the surname.

"Celestial Master? Fellow Daoist Zhang? Long time no see."

"Junior Brother Tian... what's this?"

Chengzhen had just politely greeted him when he noticed that Tian Jinzhong was seriously injured, with his limbs broken and his eyes bandaged, seemingly unconscious, being carried on the back of the Old Celestial Master.

Even he was stunned, not understanding what had happened that had caused the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion to be so badly injured.

"Alas! Nephew Chengzhen, please forgive my intrusion, but my disciple has been harmed by thieves, and I have come to seek help from Sect Leader Jiang. I wonder if he is currently in the sect?"

Zhang Jingqing gave a general account of what had happened. The old man felt pressured and couldn't help but feel ashamed when he looked at Chengzhen.

"exist."

“Uncle-Master is still awake. He was just chatting with me. Come, Celestial Master, please come in for a chat. Please move to the east wing to wait. Let Junior Brother Tian rest for now. I will go and inform Uncle-Master right away.”

"Thank you! Please lead the way, junior disciple."

Chengzhen was very efficient; he got it done in less than 15 minutes.

When Jiang Mo and Zhuge Yu arrived at the scene, they were slightly surprised to see the disabled Tian Jinzhong.

"Sect Leader Jiang, I am ashamed. The wicked disciple of our sect has caused trouble, implicating my disciple Tian Jinzhong..."

Seeing the old man's troubled expression, Jiang Mo gestured for him to stop talking:

"Celestial Master, there's no need for further words. You are you, and Zhang Huaiyi is Zhang Huaiyi. Besides, your Celestial Master's Mansion has helped us quite a bit. There's no need for formalities. Please go out first, and we can talk about it later."

"Alright...then I'll leave it to you, Sect Leader Jiang." Zhang Jingqing bowed solemnly.