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

Lu Jin protested his innocence, explaining, "My martial uncle isn't interested in children's petty squabbles, so he didn't come down the mountain. Perhaps he prefers a peaceful life."

"Oh! By the way, he brought a cell phone with him this time. Should I give you both his contact information later?"

"Hey, you should have said so earlier!"

"Old Lu, hurry up."

Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong took out their phones, fiddled with them for a while, and received the friend's business card that Lu Jin had sent them.

"Old Lu, how has Master Jiang been feeling lately?"

"He's much stronger than me, and hasn't changed much from before."

After they sent the friend requests, Lu Jin added:

"My uncle probably doesn't check his phone much, so it will probably take a while to process the request."

"It's alright, it's alright. Come, come, senior brother, Lao Lu, let's have some tea."

Tian Jinzhong handed each of them a cup of warm tea.

The night was long, and the three old men chatted happily. Time passed by unnoticed. When the next day dawned, Xiao Chu, a young man from the world of supernatural beings, arrived from all corners of the land.

........

At nine o'clock in the morning, a huge crowd of nearly two hundred people gathered at the competition venue on the back mountain of the Celestial Master's Mansion to watch and listen to Zhang Zhiwei's speech that opened the Luotian Grand Ritual.

Besides this highly respected senior, Wang Ai, Lü Ci, Feng Zhenghao, Lu Jin, and Tian Jinzhong were also on the stage, and countless admiring gazes gathered from all directions.

Hidden in a corner of the crowd, Ma Xianhong occasionally glanced at his opponents around him, then looked at the people on the stage, communicating with the mysterious consciousness within him through his thoughts.

"Senior, is it difficult?"

"There are two old guys who are difficult to deal with, especially the one with long white hair..."

"Is that... the old man of the Lu family?"

Ma Xianhong was quite surprised, not expecting that the thirty-fourth senior would give such a high evaluation.

It should be noted that among the renowned figures on the stage are the elders of the Wang and Lü families, the president of the World Society, none of whom are simpler than Elder Lu, and especially the current top expert in the world of supernatural beings, Tian Tong Dao Ren.

"He's not as simple as you think. His aura is completely different from yours. Moreover, various microscopic meteorological signs indicate that he's not as old as you see him. If your aura is a small pond, then his aura is like an active volcano in the process of eruption... no, that's not right, more accurately, an endless glacier."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong seemed to sense an unprecedented envy in the senior's tone.

"..."

"Focus on this. As long as my methods are discreet enough, it won't be easy for him and the Celestial Master to find out."

"Yes, got it."

While the two were exchanging words in secret, Zhang Zhiwei on stage quickly made sure all the contestants went to draw lots.

However, Lu Jin, whose gaze swept across the crowd, suddenly stopped. A face that was all too familiar appeared in his field of vision. It was Feng Baobao, wearing the Na Du Tong uniform, munching on potato chips with great relish.

"?!"

Even if the other person's hair was disheveled and their expression seemed absent-minded, Lu Jin would never forget that face, even if it turned to ashes.

The daughter of Wugensheng.

The vessel through which the ancestor of Luowuyuan possessed the body.

In an instant, Lu Jin felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He had witnessed that fierce battle up close, and even his usually domineering senior uncle had been severely injured by the old monster.

Could it be?!

Lu Jin did not lose his composure and quickly regained his calm. He locked his gaze on the target and observed it repeatedly, but he could not find any sense of threat. Could it be that it was just an overly similar face that made him overthink?

As the lottery began, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the orderly queue and had a strange, bad feeling. Just as he was wondering what was wrong, he inadvertently saw his old friend beside him, who looked silent and indifferent.

"What's wrong, Lao Lu?"

"Perhaps he saw an old acquaintance and was momentarily stunned."

Lu Jin did not elaborate, but left under an excuse. He needed to contact his martial uncle immediately to take precautions.

"Alright, then I'll go and preside over the conference."

With his old friend present, Lu Jin felt relieved and hurriedly left. He found a secluded spot, took out his phone, and dialed his martial uncle's number.

instantly.

pass.

"What is it, Jin'er?"

Jiang Mo's voice rang out. He was currently in the back mountain with Zhuge Yu, refining the five stone figures left over from before.

“Uncle-Master, I encountered someone who resembles Wugensheng’s daughter here in Longhu Mountain. I’m not sure if she is that old monster from Southern Xinjiang.”

Lu Jin reported the truth, and he dared not even imagine what kind of disaster it would bring if it were really the latter.

"It's not that."

Jiang Mo said decisively, "Back then, I refined it to ashes. As for the person you mentioned, I roughly know who it is."

"Who?" Lu Jin asked, puzzled.

"A creation that is neither a success nor a failure."

Jiang Mo recounted: "Remember the chaos of the Jia Shen year? The demon wanted to obtain different skills by having thirty-five people participate in the Ziyang Jade Wall in order to reclaim his daughter's body, but only eight people were able to be gathered in the end."

"After their success, they changed their plans and attempted to use several of their unique skills to create a new body, then process Wugensheng's soul fragments and imbue them with fabricated memories in an attempt to resurrect Feng Ying, who had long since died. But they failed."

“At that time, they didn’t have the patience to wait and left very early.”

"The created bodies are constantly nourished by the feng shui arrangement, which may have caused some kind of transformation, thus giving birth to intelligence, similar to the conception of a spirit within a spirit body, or the spiritual connection of a corpse. Theoretically, as long as the body remains incorruptible and long-lasting, it can give birth to a new soul. The arrangement they made is precisely to accelerate this transformation process."

"In the summer of 97, I passed through Sichuan and visited that site. The energy flow was exhausted, and there were no signs of human destruction. It must have been that she awoke and left, and the energy flow, having lost its target, destroyed itself."

"I didn't pay much attention to where that creation went after that, but since you said you saw it now, it's probably her."

"According to the demon's memories, when they were infusing that body with memories and soul, it quickly shattered. If you want to check if it is her, look at the color of her Qi. Ancient books have recorded that the Qi of special living people whose corpses have developed intelligence is usually transparent or light gray. Of course, it may change over time."

"There's more than one way. Secondly, you can observe her eyes. If they are flawless and empty, yet lifelike like the finishing touch on a wooden carving, then that should be it. It has the characteristics of both inanimate and living things, so it's not hard to tell."

Having read thousands of ancient books and conducted on-site investigations, with corroborating evidence from his memory, Jiang Mo was not surprised and made a general judgment about the target Lu Jin saw.

"Uncle-Master, so that's how it is..."

Lu Jin breathed a sigh of relief. He had just had a close call. If it really was the ancestor of Luo Wuyuan who had come back to life, even if he and his old friend joined forces, they probably wouldn't be able to suppress that evil spirit.

"Is there anything else? I'm repairing the stone figure with your senior brother Zhuge." Jiang Mo always spoke his mind.

"Uh...yes!!"

"Old Zhang, Old Tian, ​​do you still remember them? I was chatting with a few people last night, and they greeted me. Later, I gave them your friend card..."

"Okay, I'm approved now."

Jiang Mo opened the chat app with the green icon and saw two friend requests and a dense array of unread messages with red dots. These were all daily greetings from his junior apprentices and boastful messages from his senior apprentice, including a string of seven or eight videos of him catching a big fish.

"Uncle-Master, why don't you go ahead and do what you're doing with Senior Brother Zhuge? I won't bother you any longer."

Lu Jin planned to go back and check on the little girl's match.

"Ah."

Jiang Mo hung up the phone and continued repairing the stone figure with Zhuge Yu.

The stone statue, corroded by time, was riddled with holes and nearly broken. This time, they planned to refine it to make it even more perfect.

Chapter 244 The Plan Changes, Lu Jin vs. Liu Kunsheng

On the grounds behind the Celestial Master's Mansion, young extraordinary individuals from various regions are engaged in fierce combat.

The first round of the competition was divided into thirty-two groups, with four people participating in each group. Three people in each group had to be eliminated in order to advance to the second round.

Liu Fang, Guan Ling'er, and Zhang Cai from Xiaotaoyuan in Tianjin have come from afar and have been placed in the same group to fight together.

When they stepped onto the field, they were arrogant and frivolous, but when they saw that their opponent was Feng Baobao from All-Knowing, they immediately showed fear and voluntarily admitted defeat.

Lu Jin, who was not far away, turned his gaze to the young girl.

Throughout, she never revealed the color of her Qi, but the abnormality in her eyes was just as strange as Jiang Mo had described, neither like a walking corpse nor like a real living person.

Lu Jin already had a certain answer in his mind, and given that this young girl had connections within the company, his guard suddenly lessened.

It's not uncommon for people to be secretly watching Feng Baobao.

Meanwhile, Ma Xianhong, who possesses overwhelming strength among his peers, participated in the competition under the name Gu Liang. He defeated three opponents in just a few rounds, qualified for the next round, and then came to this arena to observe.

He sat silently in the crowded area, an invisible eye appearing behind him in a special state, gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the distance, the two communicating in secret.

"Senior, is there anything special about her?"

“Xianhong, we came to the right place this time... That little girl is the work of your great-grandfather and a few others. We thought it was a failure back then, but now it seems to be a pleasant surprise.”

His hoarse voice carried a hint of delighted anticipation.

"My great-grandfather?!"

Ma Xianhong was taken aback, and when he noticed the uniforms worn by NaDuTong employees, his brows furrowed slightly.

"How did she end up working with the company, senior? Do you think... we should take her back?"

"Contact Twenty and ask her."

The Qi Source Flow, the Heavenly Register, and a physical body containing miracles immediately made the mysterious man hesitate. He and Ma Xianhong probably couldn't take them all at once and would have to make a choice.

"it is good."

As the match ended, Ma Xianhong got up and left the stands. He walked to a distance, gently touched the secret ring on his left middle finger, and communicated with Qu Tong, who was thousands of miles away, relaying the real-time information from here.

"Oh? Is that the little girl who appeared?"

Qu Tong weighed the pros and cons, various possibilities flashed through her mind, and she suddenly became interested, changing her mind at the last minute:

"Xianhong, you and Thirty-Four are the first to advance to the finals and seize the Tongtian Scroll;"

"As for the Qi Source Flow, there's no rush. We're not the only ones who have a grudge against that little guy. If we run into him, we'll just teach him a lesson. Once the competition is over, the mad dogs of Quanxing will be causing trouble soon. At that time, you can take advantage of the chaos to bring that girl from the company back."

"learn."

Ma Xianhong followed instructions and cut off contact.

As one of the 32 who advanced, he left immediately as the second round of competition was about to begin.

.......

On the other side of the field, Bai Shixue, who possesses the ability to devour Qi, is fighting against Hu Jie from Dongxiangzhuang.

The opponent's expression was fierce, his aura surging, and every move was aimed at vital points. Moreover, he was very fast. In less than two rounds of fighting, Bai Shixue could clearly feel a strong killing intent.

"Hoo..."

What she found even more unacceptable was that when she bit into her opponent's Qi and chewed it, she smelled a disgusting yet familiar scent—the Qi of Shen Chong, the Four Madmen of Quanxing and the Root of Calamity.

In addition, there were several other rotten energies mixed in, which suddenly made her stomach churn and she couldn't help but vomit.

"I...I admit defeat..."

"Hoo..."

Upon hearing her withdrawal, the referee immediately announced the result: "The winner is Hu Jie, who advances to the third round."

........

Looking at the latest match list in his hand, Lu Jin saw that Feng Baobao's opponent in the second round was none other than Wang Ergou, a little guy he knew, who had created his own Rainbow Flowing Kung Fu and was indeed quite strong.

The match began half an hour later.

Wang Ergou VS Feng Baobao.

A rainbow-like burst of energy erupted in an instant. Wang Ergou, sporting a cherry-red buzz cut and wearing a zebra-striped suit, mobilized the yellow energy within his body, gathering it in his right hand, and launched a swift attack.

He incorporates psychological suggestion into his Qi and attacks it, thereby interfering with and guiding his opponent's emotions.

Yellow Qi makes people timid.

Blue Qi makes people melancholy.

The red aura makes people warlike.

With a "bang!", Feng Baobao struck out with her left hand, knocking Wang Ergou back several meters away. He staggered backward, and his wrist even began to ache slightly.