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

"I really admire you. Please, please help this junior."

As he continued, Lü Ci knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly, his head hitting the cold floor with powerful, muffled thuds. His forehead cracked and bled from the repeated kowtows, yet he still pleaded desperately.

"There are countless methods in the world; I'm not the only one who can help you."

Jiang Mo's eyes showed no pity as he calmly said:

"Try to solve it yourself. If all else fails, you can surrender to the company. They might be able to help you."

"Today I'll dig out this witch's soul for you, so that you won't be confused and controlled by her in your old age. And you're still not satisfied?"

"...Rather than relying on the company, I would rather submit to you, Master Jiang. From now on, my Lü family will be at your beck and call. We hope you will lend a helping hand. Such kindness will be forever unforgettable for the Lü family."

Lu Ci was overcome with grief, his body trembling as he wept. Despite his advanced age, he was willing to risk his reputation to ensure a livelihood for his descendants.

"Go aside."

Jiang Mo shouted softly, and a strong surge of Qi erupted, knocking Lü Ci back more than ten meters. His wrinkled skin rubbed against the sand and dust on the ground, leaving a faint bloodstain.

The stinging pain was particularly unforgettable. Lü Ci lowered his head, feeling an unprecedented humiliation, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

"Show me some guts and deal with this wicked wretch who has committed a crime. You know the consequences of joining the Quanxing Sect."

"I won't help the Lü family, but I'll consider helping you."

In his desperate situation, upon hearing these two sentences, Lü Ci grasped at a lifeline. He slowly raised his head, tears streaming down his aged face, and exclaimed in astonishment:

"Really... really, Sect Leader Jiang?!"

"Why would I need to lie to you, a junior? The key to solving the problem lies with you."

Jiang Mo's eyes revealed crimson-gold patterns, penetrating Lü Ci's modified body, which contained the source of unlocking special powers.

"Do it."

"good....."

Hearing Jiang Mo's urging, Lü Ci wiped away her tears, slowly got up, walked to the torture cabinet embedded in the wall not far away, pushed open the dusty glass window, and took out a rusty boning knife.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Lu Liang was terrified, his face turned ashen, and his heart rate spiked. He frantically shook his head, pleading, but the others ignored him.

"clatter....."

"clatter....."

"clatter....."

With each light, steady step, the aura of death swept over him, and Lü Liang burst into tears, his legs going weak.

"Crackling!!"

Lu Ci tied him to a high wall, heavy chains binding his limbs. Lu Liang was like a fish on a chopping board, struggling and whimpering.

"Lü Liang, do you know that Quanxing has a blood feud with our family?"

"Your father, your grandfather, and even I, your great-grandfather, mentioned this to you a long time ago, didn't they? They warned you repeatedly, but you still went and joined the Quanxing Sect..."

Lu Ci spoke to himself, lighting a kerosene lamp and heating the boning knife on it until it was scorching hot, the blade glowing red.

"Even today, perhaps you weren't responsible for Lü Huan's death, but I have no reason to let you go. Back then, when you ran away from the village, if you felt wronged, you could have sought help from the leaders of the Celestial Master's Mansion, the Lu family, and Xiaozhan. They might have helped you..."

"It's a pity you didn't. You went to Quanxing and even took advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack on the Celestial Master's Mansion. Alas, if I don't take your life today, I will be letting down the elders who died unjustly in the past, and it will also bring trouble to the village. So... I'll just send you off."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

The cold words sent chills down Lü Liang's spine. He roared violently, but his voice was completely muffled. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was clearly in a panic.

Ignoring him, Lü Ci gripped the boning knife and, with a 'swoosh,' began the execution, severing Lü Liang's meridians in turn, thus crippling his supernatural abilities, and causing his internal energy to rapidly dissipate.

"Woo!!!"

The excruciating pain contorted Lü Liang's face, plunging him into a frenzied state, and he nearly lost consciousness.

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

Lü Ci handled the situation with ease, completing the execution in less than a quarter of an hour. He severed Lü Liang's limbs, destroyed his eyes and ears, and even cut off his tongue, leaving him covered in blood.

"Huh...huh..."

As his consciousness was about to fade, Lü Liangneng vaguely felt as if a switch had been turned on within his body, causing a scarlet aura to surge wildly.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Thin wisps of red energy seeped from the wound. Lü Liang relied on his most instinctive intuition to manipulate the energy to heal the wound, as if it were an innate ability of his.

Within a few breaths, the wound stopped bleeding and began to regrow.

"Red Hand...?"

Upon seeing this, Lü Ci recognized the ability as the other half of the Dual Hand. Since he had a child, Lü Liang was the first to awaken the Red Hand.

"Grandpa... please forgive me... I know I was wrong..."

Lu Liang let out a weak, mournful cry. Even with the awakening of the Red Hand, he could not escape his fate.

"......"

When he pleaded for mercy, the very excited Lü Ci felt a pang of reluctance. What a wonderful talent! The complete Dual Hands technique was right before his eyes. Should he kill him or not?

Since Lü Liang was able to awaken, it proves that the bloodline inheritance from back then was indeed effective... We just need to spend time cultivating another one.

In a split second, Lü Ci made a decision. With a flick of his wrist, the blood-stained boning knife pierced Lü Liang's brow once more. The faint red aura swirling around the mangled body vanished like an extinguished candle flame.

Lü Liang died.

"Clang-"

Lu Ci discarded his sword on the ground, gazing at the corpse before him with little emotional fluctuation. He let out a soft sigh of relief, turned his back to the two men behind him, and said in a slightly weary voice:

"The Lü family has committed treason and should be executed according to clan rules. Elder Jiang, please consider this carefully."

"it is good."

Jiang Mo approved of the outcome and generously offered suggestions on how to resolve the Lu family's crisis, saying:

"Lu Liang's abilities come from your bloodline. You are the source of the witch's transformation, and you possess the ability of the Double Red Hands. To unlock it, you need to be in a near-death state to stimulate your body's potential."

"You still have this chance;"

Do you know why the demoness was able to evade your people's inspection?

"She has infiltrated the flesh and blood of your people with her soul. With just your two blue hands, you cannot detect her presence. If you have red hands, you can manipulate and modify the bodies of your people. As for what you discover and how to deal with it, I think you will know very well."

Lu Ci stood there stunned. Jiang Mo's words were like a morning bell and evening drum, making him suddenly understand.

"Then... will you help me?"

Lu Ci decided to take a gamble. He didn't want other juniors to try it, since they might still have Duanmu Ying's soul inside them, and their bodies could be taken over at the moment of awakening.

"Have you thought it through?" Jiang Mo asked back.

"Master Jiang, if this little beast can do it, why can't I?"

Lu Ci's stubbornness kicked in.

"Keep a record of this, so that when you die, your clansmen won't cause trouble at the company."

Lu Jin tossed him a cell phone, signaling him to say something useful as his last words.

"clatter."

Lu Ci caught it steadily, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his lips. He turned on his camera and recorded himself, declaring that everything was his own choice and had nothing to do with the two of them.

"Old Lu, do you also want me dead?"

"I don't have those extra emotions. Whether you live or die is up to you."

Lu Jin caught the phone that was thrown back at him. His relationship with Lü Ci was so-so; they were neither close friends nor enemies. They were just acquaintances.

"Hmph...you're lucky..."

"First, pay homage to the Emperor on the third day of the third month, then obtain the Heavenly Record. I recall that in the year of Jia Shen, your friend Zheng Zibu was hunted down by my clansmen. I, Lü Ci, will take on this debt. If you still harbor resentment, then take action against me. This will both help you vent your anger and help me."

Lu Ci recalled the past with a helpless smile on his lips. He understood that the next opportunity might be the only one he would ever have. If he couldn't pull through, the destruction of his family would be inevitable.

Faced with an unknown outcome, he took advantage of the time he still had to chat with old acquaintances.

"Resentment?"

Lu Jin put away her phone and suddenly smiled:

"No, what path he chooses and what the outcome will be are up to fate. It's not my place to interfere too much. Whether you take the burden or not is even less meaningful to me."

"Please give me a push, considering our past relationship?" Lü Ci pleaded.

"it is good."

Lu Jin constructed a triple reversal of life, his Qi surging. His gaze was calm, his appearance like that of an immortal, which made Lü Ci's eyes show deep envy. The almost suffocating sense of oppression made him feel as if he were falling into an abyss.

"boom!!!"

The barrier was instantly formed, sealing off the entire secret chamber. Lu Jin's attack was swift and fierce. He disappeared in an instant and reappeared with a heavy punch that pierced through Lü Ci's abdomen.

"Pfft!!"

Lu Ci's face suddenly turned deathly pale, his shattered internal organs gushing out with the blood, and he staggered, still unable to stand steadily.

With a "rip!" sound, Lu Jin grabbed Lü Ci's left wrist and, with a little force, tore off his entire arm as if disassembling parts.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Lü Ci felt extremely satisfied. He hadn't expected that old man Lu would be so righteous, hitting so hard, which suited him perfectly.

"boom!!"

Lu Jin, expressionless, dragged Lü Ci's aged body and slammed it against the wall. The powerful impact shattered the old stone wall, and Lü Ci coughed up a mouthful of foul blood, vaguely realizing that his internal organs were broken.

"Pfft!!!"

Then three more streams of true qi transformed into sharp spikes and suddenly shot out. One of them pierced through Lü Ci's mouth and went all the way to the back of his skull, while the other two, each imbued with sharp qi energy, severed his right arm and left leg.

At this point, Lü Ci lay in a pool of blood, barely breathing, his consciousness growing increasingly dim. His mind was filled with flashbacks of the past, and he was still struggling desperately, refusing to give up even the faintest hope.

Chapter 258 Hmph! Trying to escape?

Thick blood continued to ooze from the severed limbs, and the nerve cells contained within the flesh transmitted endless pain to the brain.

Lu Ci's consciousness hovered on the edge of dissipation; he was still struggling to hold on, enduring the overwhelming drowsiness.

Once you let your guard down and become complacent, you'll be gone.

He lost control of his aged body and could only blink repeatedly with difficulty, exhaling turbid qi, using these weak movements to maintain his consciousness.

Familiar relatives appeared one after another before his eyes, but within seconds, these waving and shouting figures vanished like bubbles, leaving only his youthful appearance.

Looking at his younger self, now in his early twenties, standing there looking down at him, the aged and decrepit Lü Ci was overwhelmed with emotions. Tears streamed down his face, and he felt immense sorrow in his heart.

As the head of the Lü family, one of the four great families, he appears to be infinitely glamorous on the surface, but in reality, he is nothing more than a bunch of family rules and doctrines, and a puppet on which power is attached and parasitized.

From the moment he took over the position of family head from his elders, he stopped living for himself and prioritized the overall interests of the family in everything he did.

He loathed these dull, aimless days, yet he persisted in them for over fifty years without complaint or regret.

From a middle age brimming with ambition to a gray-haired old age, he devoted all his energy to trying to make amends for his family's grave mistakes and eliminate threats, but he accomplished nothing in his life.

If only I could go back to the year of Jia Shen, I would have been more resolute, and that bloodline alteration surgery should never have happened.

"Ugh......"

In a voice unheard by anyone, Lü Ci sighed wearily. He bore an inescapable responsibility for the catastrophic disaster caused by his momentary lapse in judgment.

Time seemed to slow down, and he suffered more and more. His withered body was breaking apart, and he could die at any moment.

As the revolving lantern light abruptly stopped, Lü Ci, who had been somewhat anxious, gradually calmed down and came to terms with the impending life or death outcomes.

If he could continue living, he wanted to purge the lurking elements within the clan and then, before he died, eliminate Duanmu Ying, the source of all this trouble.

If he dies, the extinction of the family is inevitable, so let the descendants pray for their own good fortune.

Just as he was thinking this, he slowly closed his eyes. A certain power hidden deep within his body quietly awakened. Without him having to control it, strands of crimson Qi flowed through his damaged meridians, and his flesh and blood regained their vitality.

Not far away, Lu Jin observed his strange changes without making any further moves, while Jiang Mo walked to Lu Liang's corpse and refined the soul that had not yet dissipated. Countless particles of light seeped from every inch of his skin, slowly condensing into a phantom that was both real and unreal.

"Uncle-Master, if the number of people that demoness has parasitized is as high as several thousand or tens of thousands, is there any way to deal with it?"