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

"Old Wang... calm down, there are more important things to worry about now."

Feng Zhenghao, standing to the side, interjected, expressing his concerns:

"Given the current situation, Zhang Chulan is certain to lose tomorrow, which contradicts the Celestial Master's intention in holding the conference. Do you think the Celestial Master's Mansion will sit idly by and wait for its doom tonight?"

"If someone were to pull some strings behind the scenes, it wouldn't be impossible for Gu Liang to be eliminated."

Seeing his concerns, Lü Ci frowned in thought: "That's true, Chairman Feng, but think about it..."

"Isn't Zhang Zhiwei organizing this conference just a legitimate way to bring Zhang Chulan under his wing and protect him?"

“Nowadays, major events in the world of supernatural beings are basically decided and negotiated by the leaders of our ten supernatural forces, even the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is no exception. The problem is that Zhang Chulan has already gone up the mountain. Do you think Zhang Zhiwei still cares whether he wins or loses?”

“If we win, it will be fair and square, silencing everyone and making it impossible for anyone to directly attack the next Celestial Master. But if we lose, it won’t stop Zhang Zhiwei from letting Zhang Chulan leave the mountain. Even if he has to work as a servant on this mountain for the rest of his life, as long as the Celestial Master is alive, no one will dare to make things difficult for Zhang Chulan on Longhu Mountain.”

"Moreover, for a dignified master of the Heavenly Dao to attack an unknown junior, not to mention whether the Heavenly Master's Mansion would have any face left, just looking at Zhang Zhiwei himself, I don't think he would do such an absurd thing."

"Mr. Lü, you're right..." Feng Zhenghao said humbly, as if he had been taught a lesson.

"Gentlemen, you've considered everything very carefully. Leaving aside whether the Celestial Master will actually make a move, it's hard to say what would happen if someone else did..."

Wang Ai smiled coldly and said, "Let's send someone to check on Gu Liang later and ask him to come over tonight to have a chat with us. We can't let things go wrong like this."

"Zhang Chulan's defeat is inevitable. Since Zhang Zhiwei wants to protect him, let him. I'd like to see how many years he has left to live. Can he protect someone for a while, or for a lifetime?"

“Then we will do as you say.” Feng Zhenghao agreed, and Lü Ci had no objections either.

As evening approached, all the matches in the third round concluded, and the advancing contestants from the Yin-Yang division were Lu Lin and Zhang Lingyu.

tomorrow.

The four contestants will compete fiercely for the position of Celestial Master.

The fact that Quanxing had remained inactive made the people secretly deployed by the company increasingly aware that something was wrong, and the entire Celestial Master's Mansion was filled with an oppressive feeling of impending storm.

To avoid any accidents, Lu Jin called Lu Linglong and her friends over before nightfall, and placed a wisp of his innate Qi on their clothes so that he could teleport away instantly if anything went wrong.

Seventy years have passed. Even though he cultivates the same technique, compared to his master's exaggerated distance that spans continents and oceans, the range he can achieve is only within a few hundred miles.

Afterwards, he dispersed everyone and had a private conversation with the Celestial Master and Tian Jinzhong. Among the three, only Old Tian was an ordinary person, and his clothes were also covered by Lu Jinyi's Qi.

"If you encounter danger, remember to call me."

"Hey! Old Lu, that's great, I got one too!"

Tian Jinzhong laughed heartily, a warm feeling welling up in his heart, and he thanked him repeatedly.

The group had a good relationship and had known each other for most of their lives. Given the possibility of the Quanxing attacking the mountain, Lu Jin could only assist his old friend and try to make as many preparations as possible.

"Tomorrow is the final, Lao Zhang. If that kid wins, are you really going to pass on your skills to him?"

Lu Jin knew what this meant. Looking at the succession of Celestial Masters throughout history, once the transmission was completed, the previous Celestial Master would pass away within a few years, and even the longest one would only last eight years.

If he hadn't been ordained, Zhang Zhiwei might have lived for another ten years or so.

"Um....."

"It doesn't matter if we don't win the final; I'll just leave him on the mountain until I breathe my last."

"I'll protect him for as long as I can. When a person's strength is exhausted, I can't protect him for a lifetime. In the end, he still needs to rely on himself. Whether he can learn some self-protection skills in the little time he has left with me depends entirely on his efforts."

"Old Lu, you know how the Wang family operates. If this little kid falls into their hands, how could he possibly survive?"

Zhang Zhiwei sighed wearily, "Although I resent what Huaiyi did, to be fair, I can't watch this child die a violent death."

"His father is the same, so many years without a word, sigh... I'm not going to talk about it anymore, it's upsetting."

Zhang Zhiwei was deeply troubled. Seventy years later, he was still tricked by his junior brother Zhang Huaiyi. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, who knows?

He didn't care, nor did he doubt. He did whatever he wanted; if he wanted to help the child, he would help, regardless of anything else.

This mess is really tricky, and Zhang Zhiwei doesn't know how to clean it up.

........

late at night.

Having declined the invitations from the Wang and Lü families, Ma Xianhong, who was hiding in the mountains to cultivate in seclusion, sat cross-legged on an ancient tree, his eyes slightly closed, maintaining a calm and long breath, adjusting his body to its best state.

"Someone's here! Unexpectedly! Xianhong!"

Thirty-four's voice echoed in his ears, and Ma Xianhong suddenly opened his eyes, wondering to himself, "Who is it?"

“Feng Baobao, she’s all alone. The bushes on the east side seem to be coming this way.”

"Oh?"

Ma Xianhong's lips curled into a smile. He had originally planned to make his move after the match, but now the timing, location, and people were all in his favor!

"clatter!"

He leaped and landed steadily on the ground, watching the girl walking towards him with a shovel in her hand.

"?"

"call out--!"

Without exchanging a single word, Feng Baobao took direct action. For Zhang Chulan's advancement in the competition, she had to bury this person tonight; otherwise, all her previous efforts would be in vain.

"Ah."

Ma Xianhong summoned his magic weapon, the Ruyi Cudgel, and struck back with tremendous force. The doubled force roared in, and the hard blade of the cudgel instantly destroyed the shovel, sending Feng Baobao flying back more than ten meters.

"........"

Looking at the broken shovel, no one else could know how heavy Feng Baobao's heart was at that moment.

The moment they clashed, the sharp pain in her right hand conveyed a clear message: Gu Liang was stronger than her.

However, she was unaware of the greater danger that was about to befall her. If it were an ordinary person, they would have already questioned her after being attacked.

Gu Liang simply stared at her quietly, his gaze as if he were looking at an object, devoid of any extra emotion, and not even a trace of anger.

"Together."

The voice of Thirty-Four appeared in his mind, and he began to use methods to interfere with the other party's aura, so as to affect the body's functions and produce hallucinations.

Ma Xianhong summoned three magical artifacts in succession to restrain the enemy, while he himself went all out. His Ruyi Cudgel transformed into a foot-long staff, and he moved forward like a phantom to engage Feng Baobao in close combat.

“Awu... I’m here.”

“Ah Wu…”

“Ah Wu…”

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her brain, and Feng Baobao's vision blurred. She saw the Xu family of three and was stunned. Before she could react, she found her body becoming increasingly stiff and her movements becoming sluggish.

"Oh!"

Ma Xianhong struck her temple with a ruthless blow, sending her flying through the air, thick blood immediately flowing down her face.

"Baby... sweetie, Mommy will sing you a song!"

"Hey, what do you think should be a good name for our daughter?"

"Look at those eyes, they look just like yours, Feng Ying, don't they? What do you think?"

"Okay!! Baby, you have a name now. Come here, let Daddy hold you."

A strange yet familiar voice rang out, and one non-existent memory after another was awakened. Feng Baobao's head throbbed with pain, her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face. She couldn't even make out the figures in her memories.

It was the figure that had such a profound impact on her, plunging her into immense grief and turmoil. She instinctively wanted to resist, but the emotions flowing from the depths of her being were beyond the control of her soul.

In those few seconds of inner struggle, Ma Xianhong had already walked up to him again, his face as cold as ice, and his hand swung down with the stick.

With a dull thud, the blow struck the back of Feng Baobao's neck, causing her to black out and lose consciousness.

Chapter 251 A Different Choice

Ma Xianhong removed the tracking device from Feng Baobao's body. It was a grayish-brown mechanical device, only the size of a fingernail. Then, he took out the sac and put Feng Baobao inside.

"The mission was completed smoothly..."

"time to go."

The voice of Thirty-Four came, and Ma Xianhong turned and disappeared into the mountains. Half an hour later, he left Longhu Mountain in a black car remotely controlled by Qu Tong at the foot of the mountain.

Inside the car, the driver's eyes glowed with a faint blue light. His consciousness, though thousands of miles away, suddenly descended upon him, and he spoke, giving instructions:

“Xian Hong, I’ve made contact with the people on the island. Your main body has taken the cultivation furnace and destroyed the village. There’s not much time left. We’ve captured this employee of Na Du Tong, and not long ago… the head of a certain region was killed by your villagers. If we delay any longer, we’ll both be in trouble once they realize what’s happening.”

"Okay, sister."

Ma Xianhong was puzzled about his next move: "So what are my plans?"

"Come see me first."

"After completing the handover, go abroad temporarily; the company's influence doesn't extend there yet."

"In the next couple of days, Quanxing will probably make their move. They'll be too busy to handle everything. Take advantage of this lull to leave the mainland and head to Tokyo. My other body will be waiting for you there."

"Ah."

.......

Nothing happened that night. The next day, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony came to an end. When Zhang Chulan stepped into the arena, no matter how much the referee shouted, the dark horse contestant Gu Liang, who was supposed to participate, had disappeared.

"......"

Zhang Chulan roughly guessed a possibility: Bao'er hadn't returned home all night, most likely she had gone to bury someone. Thinking of this, he felt relieved.

As time passed, a full quarter of an hour went by, and Gu Liang still hadn't appeared, causing a stir among the crowd:

"Hey! How could someone so shameless have such good luck? It can't be real!"

"It's not an exaggeration. Yesterday's contestant was injured in his fight with Feng Shayan and then defeated Zhuge Qing. His condition is not much better than Zhang Chulan's. He's probably still lying down right now."

Wang Ai, Lü Ci, and Feng Zhenghao in the audience looked extremely uncomfortable; the unexpected had truly happened!

They sent people to look for Gu Liang last night, and roughly guessed that someone was trying to harm him. Unexpectedly, after being rejected, he disappeared the next day. Suddenly, the company and the Celestial Master's Mansion became their suspects.

From a profit perspective, these two are the most likely to take action.

"That's quite cunning..."

Wang Ai's eyes were deep and unfathomable as she looked down at the young people in the arena. She snorted in dissatisfaction and got up to leave.

There's no need to watch this competition anymore. The contestants who advanced from the other divisions are all people affiliated with Tian Shi and Lu Jin. It's obvious what will happen.

The referee waited for a full ten minutes, but the contestant still did not appear. Therefore, he ruled that Zhang Chulan was the winner and advanced to the final.

soon.

In the other semi-final, Lu Lin instantly entered the second level, his body as light as the wind, his strength a notch above his opponent's. Facing the splashing water-dirty thunder, which was of the yin attribute, he countered with the true qi of the yang attribute, and defeated Zhang Lingyu in less than a few dozen rounds.

Zhang Lingyu, the direct disciple of the 65th Celestial Master, was defeated.

Moreover, he suffered a crushing defeat, as if he had suffered a tremendous blow, and left dejectedly without saying a word.

"..."

The tournament came to an end, and half an hour later, the final began. Lu Lin 'naturally' lost to Zhang Chulan.

As if in a dream, Zhang Chulan, who was still diligently training and feeling restless last night, won the championship in a daze.

The award ceremony was rushed. Faced with the transmission of the Tongtian Talisman, Zhang Chulan grabbed it and bowed to express his gratitude.

In the past, his cautious nature would have prevented him from accepting such a treasure due to potential threats.

But things are different now. Faced with numerous deadly threats, he has no choice. Even after the conference ends, there is no option to go down the mountain.

He could only confine himself to the mountain, practice his skills, and constantly grow stronger in order to have the ability to protect himself after the old man passed away.

Several men in a corner of the east spectator stands, witnessing the awards ceremony, began taking out their phones to contact others and prepare to climb the mountain.

Noon.

The weather was gloomy, with a mountain rain looming. Dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder rumbled intermittently. Silver snakes flashed by, and the guests from various factions descended the mountain one after another and left.

The weather should have been hot in summer, but around 1 p.m., the entire Longhu Mountain was shrouded in dark clouds as if night had fallen, with howling winds. This was not only the case in Longhu Mountain, but also in the surrounding area of ​​dozens or even hundreds of kilometers.

A typhoon is coming!

The roaring thunder silenced the mountains. Facing the approaching storm, Zhang Zhiwei instructed his disciples to close the doors and windows and take shelter indoors.

Lu Jin also recalled the little guys who were searching in the nearby mountains and forests, and told them to stay obediently in their respective dormitories.