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

Staggering and falling in front of the barrier, Balen's abdomen contracted, and he attached the corrosive Qi to his saliva and spat it out.

"Wow!"

The white barrier rippled violently, seemingly working, but there was still a long and insurmountable gap between it and breaking through the barrier.

"Lu Jin... if you kill us... the company will hold you accountable... you won't be able to escape!!"

Shen Chong threatened in a hoarse voice. Nearly half of his heart was filled with cold breath, which had now frozen into ice. The pain made his face turn pale, and he spoke intermittently.

"Pfft!!"

Having risen from the chaos of war, Lu Jin harbored an intense loathing for the Quanxing Sect. He paid no heed to their threats and unleashed a powerful, electric palm strike.

Another head exploded, its brains splattering onto the ground, turning into a shocking trail of frost.

"Old ghost...you forced me to do this."

Tu Junfang, who was also in dire straits, was furious and decided to drag this old ghost down with him before he died.

With a "buzz!", a thick black soul force burst out of his body. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the three corpses of greed, anger, and ignorance that he had severed over decades of cultivation.

What good would it do to force you?

Lu Jin's afterimage vanished, and he took a step in front of the man, his left hand striking out to lock his throat. Then, his Qi transformed and permeated his flesh and blood, entering the inside of vital organs.

"boom!!"

Flames billowed, burning the throat until the skin was torn open and black blood dripped out.

Tu Junfang struggled like a vengeful ghost, his Qi like a punctured balloon, instantly depleted, and the nascent Three Corpses disintegrated uncontrollably.

"you...."

"You are...."

"boom!"

Lu Jin raised his hand like lightning and slapped Tu Junfang across the cheek. A dull thud was heard, and the spine could not withstand the force, so the head flew high into the air and rolled to the ground.

His eyes, filled with shock and fear, were brimming with resentment. Even though he was dead, his remaining eyeballs stared straight at his comrades who were still clinging to life, sending chills down their spines.

"Kakakaka!!"

The freezing was swift, taking less than ten breaths. None of the demons present escaped. Gao Ning, whose body was already bloated, was completely rendered powerless after being covered in ice, like a cow or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"Why...why are you unaffected by the Twelve Labors Formation?!"

Gao Ning questioned him relentlessly, his face contorted, looking quite brutal.

"......"

Lu Jin met his angry and resentful gaze with the same ease, not even bothering to respond. He gathered true qi in his palm, transforming it into a sharp, four-sided armor-piercing cone, which he held and thrust.

"what!!!"

A bloody hole was pierced through the center of Gao Ning's head, and black blood streamed from his eyes. His wails grew weaker and weaker, and he fell silent in a few breaths.

These adventurers, unaware of the terrifying enemy they had encountered, were engaged in a silent but methodical slaughter within the blazing white barrier.

The biting wind was like a knife, freezing all living things, but Lu Jin stood calmly and composed among them.

The remaining demons had hearts filled with frost, stiff as iron, and could no longer beat, losing their basic vital signs.

A few moments.

Total destruction.

Chapter 253 You're the First

in the afternoon.

Inside the Sanyi Gate, under a clear blue sky with endless white clouds, on the fourth floor of the Sutra Repository stood a series of burly, brown-haired figures—the very creatures Jiang Mo and Zhuge Yu had been crafting together these past few days: the Xuan Yan Iron Guards.

The five enormous stone statues that were previously used to train the disciples' martial arts skills were repaired and refined by Jiang Mo, receiving a comprehensive upgrade, and placed in the four corners of the sect's Dao Palace.

As for this new batch of Xuanyan Iron Guards, Jiang Mo conceived them based on the five stone figures, creating them according to normal human proportions. As before, he inscribed his 'thoughts' containing all his past combat experience and skills into them, and even embedded a wisp of his soul in the deepest part of his brain for temporary use in carrying out sect missions.

Their physical strength is nine times greater than that of the first generation of stone men.

In addition, he wore one imposing suit of armor after another, and a crimson Tang-style horizontal sword was tied around his waist. It was forged by Zhuge Yu himself and used up almost a quarter of the sect's accumulated refining materials over the years.

Each Xuan Yan Iron Guard does not have a realistic mimicry face; its face is a detached, pitch-black mask. In the upper center of the mask is a jewel with a faint purple light, shaped like an eye, possessing a 360-degree field of vision without blind spots. Day or night, it can clearly see through a radius of 100 meters and has the ability to distinguish faces concealed by Qi.

That standard-issue, dark-melted gold sword was also a magical artifact, its sharpness reaching its peak, capable of cutting through iron like mud.

In particular, the Qi patterns carved on the sword will fully revive once the Xuan Yan Iron Guard enters battle mode, igniting a plasma-like sharp light that has no effect on the human body, but is a magic weapon specializing in defense.

In terms of killing efficiency alone, ordinary disciples at the second level of perfection are far inferior to these Xuan Yan Iron Guards.

At this moment, Zhuge Yu held a piece of misty white silk, moistened it with water, and gently wiped the five suits of armor he had painstakingly created. His eyes were filled with immense joy and a sense of accomplishment as he proudly declared:

"Hey, Uncle-Master, your skills, combined with my weapon-forging abilities, are truly amazing!"

"It certainly exceeded my expectations."

Jiang Mo sat quietly to the side, holding an ancient book and reading it, a serene smile on her lips.

The magical artifacts that Little Zhuge forged for the Xuan Yan Iron Guards increased their combat power by at least 20%. These were true killing weapons, possessing power that was enough to astound the world.

Even though Jiang Mo possesses unparalleled combat power, he still likes to plan ahead and do his best for the sect and its members to prevent any unforeseen circumstances in the future.

In the past, during the Republic of China era, in order to establish himself in the chaotic world and when his disciples' cultivation was still shallow, he introduced a large number of Western firearms for defense against bandits and heretical practitioners.

In the 21st century, countless advanced firearms, heavy machine guns, and sniper rifles have been shipped from across the ocean and piled up in the sect's warehouses, but they have gradually lost their usefulness. Ordinary disciples who have reached the second level of cultivation have no need for such weapons at all.

Therefore... the Basalt Iron Guard was born.

This is a treasure left to the sect by Jiang Mo and Zhuge Yu. Even a disciple with triple rebirth would find it difficult to confront it head-on.

"Uncle-Master, Junior Brother, shall I try later?"

Chengzhen was also wiping the Xuan Yan Iron Guard's battle armor, becoming more and more satisfied with it.

He could sense the powerful force hidden beneath, and his heart stirred.

His cultivation at the second level of the Profound Life Realm is exceptionally high within the sect, and for many years he has had few opponents to hone his skills against. However, the current Xuan Yan Iron Guard has piqued his curiosity and given him the urge to make a move, but one is definitely not enough; he needs at least several.

"According to your."

Jiang Mo agreed.

The group chatted and laughed. When they reached the last chapter of the ancient scripture, Jiang Mo put down the yellowed scroll, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip.

With nothing to do, he suddenly remembered his phone, took it out to check, and saw more than a dozen messages. He replied to them one by one.

A moment later, scrolling down to the bottom of the message bar from the day before, I was redirected to the chat box with Tian Jinzhong. Seeing his words was like seeing him in person; every sentence was a respectful greeting.

"Master Jiang, I heard from Old Lu that you've returned?"

"It's been many years since we last met, and I've missed you dearly. I wonder when you'll have some free time? I'd like to visit you, or if you don't mind, if you're traveling around the world and happen to pass by the Celestial Master's Mansion, you'd be happy to come and sit here. We've prepared the best tea and food for you."

"Yes, I just got back recently. Thank you for the invitation."

Jiang Mo wasn't a fast typist; he wasn't good at using the 26-key Pinyin input method and stroke conversion, so he wrote it by hand:

"There's no time like the present. I just finished up, and I imagine your Luo Tian Grand Ceremony should be over by now, right? Would it be convenient for me to come over later?"

Message sent.

Within seconds, a reply came.

"Of course! It would be my honor to come anytime. However, I'm afraid some late-night snacks might spoil your enjoyment. I heard from my senior brother and Lao Lu that the Quanxing Sect is preparing to attack the mountain."

"I'm currently hiding indoors while outside it's raging with wind and rain, a typhoon. I really don't know what those bastards are up to."

"Sigh... My senior brother was worried about my safety and left a disciple to look after me. Old Lu also left behind some methods. It's just that I feel bad because I can't help at all. I hope you can forgive my rambling."

"It's Quanxing again?"

Jiang Mo frowned slightly. This thing was truly impossible to eradicate. He had raided it twice, in 1942 and 1944. Seventy years later, that bunch of bastards actually dared to take the initiative to attack Longhu Mountain. This showed that their ferocity was even greater than before.

"Yeah...sigh." Tian Jinzhong typed helplessly.

Even through the screen, Jiang Mo could feel the helplessness of someone in their twilight years.

"Bad weather? In that case, to avoid any accidents, I'll go over now."

"Huh? You're coming over?!"

The conversation was brief, and before it was even finished, Jiang Mo stopped replying. He put down his phone, ready to cross the vast distance, and coincidentally, the other end didn't send any more messages.

"Tian Jinzhong..."

Jiang Mo was slightly lost in his memories. He didn't have the other party's Qi here, but he had deconstructed and reconstructed it twice before, so he was quite familiar with Tian Jinzhong's innate Qi.

"Wow!"

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of shimmering white Qi was born. Jiang Mo searched through his vast memories for the most accurate feeling, constantly borrowing true techniques to refine the Qi until it was close to perfection, close to being exactly the same.

One-tenth...

50%...

Ninety percent...

Within minutes, a wisp of identical primordial energy appeared in his palm. Jiang Mo confirmed it several times, and it overlapped with the feeling in his memory. Only then did he turn to look at his two junior disciples and say:

"Chengzhen, Little Zhuge, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back later."

"Okay, sure."

"Uncle-Master, please take care."

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, Jiang Mo instantly locked onto Tian Jinzhong's coordinates, his left hand protecting the primordial Qi, his right hand forming a hand seal, and his body surrounded by wisps of ethereal, blazing silver light.

Human life is so close.

open!

As the spell was cast, Jiang Mo's figure suddenly shattered into countless white dots and disappeared into nothingness.

..........

Having lost contact with Jiang Mo, Tian Jinzhong was now in a state of great shock. He stared at the young Taoist boy in front of him with a mixture of anger and confusion.

"What on earth did you do?!"

A white-haired Taoist boy lay unconscious on the ground, struck on the back of the neck.

Not long ago, a young Taoist boy named Xiaoyuzi barged in, falsely claiming that there were heavy casualties in the mansion, that Grand Tutor Zhang Zhiwei was trapped in a quagmire and was being attacked by many people, and tricked Rongshan, who was guarding Tian Jinzhong, into leaving.

Amidst the old man's uneasy and terrified gaze, a joyful smile bloomed on the young Taoist's lips. He bowed slightly and politely cupped his hands, saying:

"Gong Qing, the acting leader of Quanxing, greets you, sir!"

"!!!"

Even Tian Jinzhong, with his century of experience, was terrified and felt a chill run down his spine. He had never imagined that the leader of the heretical sect would risk his life to hide in the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"Let's not beat around the bush, sir. I need to borrow your memory to find something."

Gong Qing released several powerful streams of Qi, which transformed into ropes that firmly bound Tian Jinzhong.

"We'll trouble you to come with us later. We'll need you to help us with the Tongtian Talisman."

Gong Qing snapped his fingers, and the wooden window shattered. Lü Liang, who had been waiting outside, and a burly man burst in.

"......"

Faced with his actions, Tian Jinzhong's face turned terribly gloomy, but after only a moment of panic, he regained his composure.

He could use the methods left behind by Lao Lu at any time, but he needed to remain calm and see what these bastards were up to.

"Sir, I'm so sorry to have offended you."

Lu Liang activated the Bright Soul Technique, and a large azure hand appeared beside him, slowly moving forward.

"Dual... Full Hands?!" Tian Jinzhong was momentarily stunned.

"Oh? Old man, you've mistaken me for someone else." Lü Liang shook his head with a playful smile.

"Stop talking nonsense and get on with it."

Gong Qing urged him on from the side, his expression displeased.

"Hey."