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

Lu Jin's face was ashen, and his rebellious energy was fully unleashed. His overwhelming anger instantly froze the air in the entire backyard.

A young woman was being held high in the air by his single hand around the throat. Her eyes were filled with fear. She couldn't understand how this frail old man could possess such terrifying power. No matter how hard she struggled, it was all in vain.

"When did it start?"

"grandfather...."

The words stopped abruptly. As Lu Jin slowly increased the force of his right hand, the woman almost suffocated, her face turning purple.

"You filthy thing, when exactly did you take over my granddaughter's body?"

Where did you take her?

Lu Jin's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he rebuked her sharply.

He had been busy with family affairs for the past few years, but recently he heard that his granddaughter was pregnant, so he came here to visit her. Little did he know that a filthy ghost had taken over his granddaughter's body without him even realizing it.

"I...I...said...."

The woman felt as if her throat was about to break, and with all her might, she managed to utter this sentence.

"......"

Lu Jin let go, noticing the new life growing inside the woman's belly. He frowned, unable to determine whether the baby had been contaminated or... whether the baby was a vessel for this evil thing to possess.

The more he thought about it, the more violent his murderous intent became, and the marble-paved floor shattered instantly.

The mysterious will hidden within Lu Qingning's body was utterly terrified. Even the leader of the organization felt far less oppressed than the old man before him.

Feeling the chilling killing intent, she exclaimed in panic:

"Sir...I'm sorry, I had no intention of hiding it, but your granddaughter...in a recent incident..."

"?"

As Lu Jin's sharp gaze swept over her, the woman trembled with fear and hurriedly recounted the whole story.

"I... am your granddaughter's good friend. When I was being hunted down, she risked her life to take me in and let me reside inside her body..."

"Not long ago, she was in a car accident and died on the spot. Before she lost consciousness, she begged me... to help her save the baby in her womb..."

Car accident?

What kind of car accident was this?!

When Lu Qingning was young, she accompanied me to visit my sect and was pampered by all the elders, especially Senior Brother Zhuge, who personally forged a protective magic weapon for her. How could a car accident have taken her life?

Upon realizing the lie, Lu Jin's face darkened. He grabbed the woman's throat with his large hand, ignoring her pleas, and began chanting an ancient incantation.

"what!!!"

In an instant, the woman let out a shrill wail, blood seeping from her eyes. Every muscle in her body was contracting and trembling, especially her consciousness deep in her brain, which was being tortured and nearly destroyed.

"I have no patience. If you continue to deceive me, I have enough means to make you wish you were dead."

Lu Jin stared at her granddaughter's corpse, her heart bleeding.

The woman knelt on the ground in a disheveled state, breathing heavily. Her body underwent subtle changes; her bones writhed and scales grew, but these were quickly suppressed.

Her remaining rationality made her instinctively cowardly, and she had no courage to challenge the old man.

"We were very good friends. She knew... I was being hunted... so she gave me her protective magic item, and in the end, we both perished..."

"I'm sorry... I wasn't able to protect her... I'm really sorry..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Jin, unable to contain his anger, slapped him across the face.

The burning pain made the woman tremble. She lowered her head, her eyes darting around, terrified.

"Sir...please don't kill me..."

"The baby in my belly... is still alive... please...!"

"Really...please, for Qingning's sake..."

The woman knelt on the ground, kowtowing and pleading desperately.

"Who killed her?"

Lu Jin was filled with resentment; he couldn't let go of his granddaughter's death, even though it was her wish to help her friend.

"Old sir... I can't say it. They used some kind of magic on me. As long as I touch the taboo, my memories will be wiped clean instantly."

The woman hurriedly explained that she dared not lie anymore. She was truly afraid of the old man, who had the power to take her life at any moment. If anything happened to her, the child in her womb would definitely be lost.

"......"

"Go for a prenatal checkup now."

Lu Jin didn't kill the man and let him go for the time being. He wanted to find out the situation of the child in his womb.

......

A year later, the child was born and named Lu Linglong by her parents. She was very healthy, and the woman was responsible for breastfeeding and taking care of her.

.......

Autumn, 1999, night.

Before leaving, the woman who had made contact with her companions considered that the earlier Lu Linglong's innate abilities were awakened, the fewer side effects there would be. She orchestrated a tragedy, then her soul left her body and fled with her companions, leaving behind a letter for Lu Jin.

2000, spring.

Lu Jin returned to her sect with the baby, but her martial uncle was still traveling.

Even though he knew there was something wrong with Linglong's bloodline, he was helpless. Even Chengzhen didn't dare to easily try to reconstruct the body, because the child was too young and her soul was extremely fragile.

That night.

He then sought help from his senior brother Zhuge. The two of them entered the inner realm together and found the answer. When they came out, they sighed with regret. The truth was as the woman had said. As for the murderer behind it all, he had died in a conflict overseas in the past two years.

In the blink of an eye, it was 2005. Lu Jin's grandson, Lu Lin, embarked on the path of Qi cultivation, admired the Sanyi Xuanmen, passed the test of Huanxin Forest, and was accepted as a disciple by Chengzhen.

A few years later, a squinty-eyed boy from Wuhou Village came to Sanyi Gate with his father, Zhuge Gong, to visit Zhuge Yu.

The proud little guy was momentarily distracted when he saw the senior his father admired, but under his father's urging, he greeted him respectfully.

........

2010 years.

In the border desert, in the area sealed by the barrier, a deafening explosion resounded. You Sha witnessed a miraculous scene: the five elements intertwined, water and fire merged, earth and trees grew, and golden light condensed into a humanoid Dharma form.

The transformation deep within the white sea of ​​fire seems to have been a successful step forward.

From that day until several months later, the strange phenomena did not dissipate, and the underground fell silent once more.

Inside the barrier, there was only chaotic energy, with no trace of human beings. Time lost its meaning here, but all things maintained an eternal, unchanging movement and convergence.

The chaotic energy flickered, like breathing, and Jiang Mo's new body was slowly being born.

In 2012, the Mayan prophecy of the end of the world did not come to pass, and the world continued to turn as a topic of casual conversation.

Deep in the desert, Jiang Mo achieved the fusion of the five elements and briefly awoke for a period of time before embarking on a new cultivation journey. He ascended the Xuanming Rank, another significant milestone in his triple rebirth. Each ascent brought about a profound transformation.

This is the fundamental reason why, after undergoing several evolutions since the 1950s, Jiang Mo no longer belongs to the human species in You Sha's eyes.

A fiery silver egg membrane enveloped the aged body, through the cycle of life and death, the five internal organs imbued with supernatural powers, and Jiang Mo rapidly evolved.

Early 2015.

The white sea of ​​fire died down, and the barrier collapsed. You Sha realized that Jiang Mo had emerged from seclusion. She stepped out of the tent and looked into the distance, eager to witness the miracle she had waited ten years for.

The frost-silver egg membrane that the gaze had focused on quickly dimmed, turning into ashes and dissipating repeatedly, and the young man who had been sleeping inside was thus awakened.

......

As always, Jiang Mo was dressed in a long black robe and sat cross-legged in front of the campfire. He seemed to be interested, but before he could speak, You Sha revealed the information he wanted to find out.

"ten years."

"..."

"Well, thank you."

Jiang Mo smiled knowingly, feeling an unprecedented sense of peace in his mind and body. This breakthrough was just like when he first entered the third level in the Ice Plains.

Spanning seventy years, he broke through the bottleneck once again on his path of cultivation, reaching an unprecedented height.

Chapter 236 Things Have Changed

The silver moon hangs high.

In the lush green mountains, there is a long staircase stretching over a hundred meters, covered by moonlight as white as frost.

Silent footsteps fell on the gray stone steps, without stirring up any dust, and two slender figures arrived in front of the crimson gate in an instant.

Twenty years later, Jiang Mo, who had been traveling, returned to the sect. Many disciples who were still in meditation came downstairs to greet him.

"Uncle Master!!"

"Uncle Master!!"

"You're back!!"

Chengzhen, Zhuge Yu, Changqing and the others were overjoyed. They were so excited that they didn't know what to say. The black clothes, white hair, and flawless appearance were so obvious that it was their martial uncle. It was definitely not a dream.

"Ah."

"How has the sect fared these past years? Have you neglected your cultivation?"

Jiang Mo smiled with relief. After many years apart, he glanced at them and saw that they had all made progress, especially Chang Qing, who, after decades of accumulation, had successfully broken through to the third level of reversal.

"Uncle-Master, I have lived up to your expectations. Everything in the sect is fine, and I dare not slack off in my cultivation."

"Go upstairs and make some tea."

Jiang Mo turned and strode towards the fourth floor of the Sutra Repository.

moment.

The four sat on the ground and talked at length. From their eloquent sharing, Jiang Mo gained a general understanding of the changes that had taken place over the past twenty years.

Senior Brother Si Chong and his fellow disciples all went down the mountain to travel, and most of the middle-aged and new generation disciples also ventured out into the world.

Times have changed. The outside world is colorful and full of material temptations. Apart from the older generation of disciples, almost no one is willing to stay on the mountain to cultivate asceticism anymore.

The so-called immortality requires stepping into the third level of reversal of life to have any chance of obtaining it. Although the middle-aged and new generation disciples have good talent and perseverance, and have the support of the Five Palaces Treasure Land and their teachers, they still cannot reach the second level of perfection.

Because times have changed, and moreover, if they cultivate their second level to a certain degree, they will be immune to water and fire and free from all diseases, which is enough for them to roam the world. Therefore, they do not stay on the mountain.

During the Republic of China era, especially during the period of decline for sects, the remaining disciples had only two things on their minds: cultivation and revenge. With no distractions, their cultivation progressed very quickly.

Today's disciples have more to do. Bound by the myriad constraints of the bustling world, some want to be urban heroes, living a life of chivalry and fame; some want to make a name for themselves in their fields and lead their families to prosperity; and some want to live ordinary lives, content with their lot and enjoy the convenience brought by technology.

People change...

Even those disciples who passed the test of the Illusion Forest back then were enough to prove that their character and aptitude were suitable for cultivation when they were young. However, as time goes by, people often cannot maintain their true selves.

"..."

As Jiang Mo listened quietly to the casual chatter of the group, his thoughts inexplicably drifted back to more than seventy years ago, to the words left behind by a formidable foe, which still echoed in his ears.

"As long as I live."

"I am one person, and I am a clan."

Luo Wuyuan's ancestors, having endured the test of time for thousands of years, were completely unfamiliar to it, even though those clansmen shared the same bloodline. They were merely used as tools to find containers.

This is the problem Jiang Mo needs to face. The sect is passed down from generation to generation. In the distant future, if his senior brothers and junior brothers pass away one after another, how should he get along with the remaining young disciples?

So unfamiliar.

So tired.

He lacked the patience to repeat the same mistakes generation after generation, witnessing one similar historical cycle after another.

Although he recognized most of the new generation of disciples in the sect before he went down the mountain to travel in 1995, what about in thirty or fifty years?

If he continues to recruit disciples, no matter how much they respect him as a senior, are these disciples truly his followers to him?

No.

The disciples he acknowledged were either the group he met when he entered the sect in the early 20th century, or the fourteen disciples who took a group photo in front of the Qingxin Hall in 1942 after experiencing various changes.