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

Jiang Mo sat down on the futon, took the phone from Lu Jin, and opened the video chat. He saw Zhang Zhiwei and the others chatting and laughing around a campfire in the cold night, showing no signs of tension.

"Hey, Lao Lu, when are you coming over? Ten Lao and the company people are probably going to give me a hard time again tomorrow morning. I'm an old man and I don't have the patience to waste time with them. Come over and help me keep things under control?"

Lu Jin's reply was a voice message. Jiang Mo didn't open it to view it, but simply put down his phone and asked in confusion:

"Any progress with the Quanxing sect? Who will go?"

"Some of the underlings have run away. Those who dared to keep the appointment are considered among the more formidable members of the Quanxing sect. Currently, the known ones are Liu Tong, Liu Yi ...

"Among them, Ding Shian is one of the two heroes in the country, and is recognized by the martial arts world as having formidable strength."

"Uncle-Master, how about we go for a walk?"

Lu Jin planned to go and help, to avoid a conflict between her old friend and the company.

"Tomorrow morning."

Moonlight streamed through the window, like silver frost covering the ground. Jiang Mo's eyes, calm and undisturbed like an ancient well, remained still. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said:

"I'd like to see what this batch of Quanxing members is capable of."

Chapter 261 Your Creator

At dawn on July 7.13, less than 10 hours before Zhang Zhiwei's battle with Quanxing began.

At the headquarters of Nadutong, an emergency meeting was convened, chaired by Zhao Fangxu. The two vice directors, Bi Youlong and Huang Boren, along with three other directors and regional heads, attended online to discuss who should go to the scene to stop the incident.

The meeting lasted less than ten minutes before it was decided that Bi Youlong and Su Dong would go. What followed was the investigation into the disappearance of Feng Baobao and the murder of Liao Zhong, the former head of the South China region and head of the bunker.

Zhao Fangxu had a moral compass. Under normal circumstances, he allowed Xu Xiang to be biased towards Feng Baobao's secret due to personal feelings. But now that things had gotten out of control, he stopped hiding it and directly revealed Feng Baobao's secret in the meeting.

"Feng Baobao is a life created by the Eight Extraordinary Techniques that arose during the Jia Shen Rebellion. No matter what important matters you have at hand, after confirming that the order in this area is intact, gather all available forces, prepare to set sail, and arrest Gu Liang."

"Two days ago, we arrested this so-called 'Gu Liang' at a residence in Guangzhou, southern China. His true identity is an unemployed vagrant with no relatives or family members, who grew up in an orphanage, and whose personal identification documents were lost a long time ago."

"Through interrogation by Kuan Deng, it can be confirmed that the 'Gu Liang' who participated in the Luo Tian Conference is not the same person as this Gu Liang. The other party is suspected of using some unknown disguise method to take a commercial flight to Tokyo on the evening of the day the conference ended."

"With Erzhuang's technical support, we have a general idea of ​​the target's whereabouts. The specific location coordinates have been sent to your phones. We must capture the target alive."

Zhao Fangxu said this with absolute certainty, leaving everyone present at the meeting stunned and shocked.

According to the company's past records, this generation of Feng Baobao is the third. Until the truth was revealed, it was always the same person with the ability to maintain an ageless appearance. Most importantly, she was artificially created!

Eight extraordinary skills involving the mysteries of life have now become the company's urgent priority.

"Furthermore, Liao Zhong died at Chen Duo's hands, which is an undeniable fact. This is inextricably linked to Ma Xianhong, the leader of the Jie Sect and the force behind Biyou Village. The Gu poison in her body is too threatening. We don't have time to think about anything else right now. Who will take charge of this? Bring Chen Duo's body back. If Biyou Village dares to obstruct us, we'll destroy them all."

No one objected to Zhao Fangxu's decision, and in the end, Dou Le from East China and Ren Fei from Central China each sent temporary workers Xiao Zizai and Hei Guan'er to be in charge of the task.

.......

Feng Family Villa.

Inside the transparent ward, Feng Shayan, in a state of madness, was imprisoned. She was disheveled and huddled in a corner, sometimes letting out sharp cries, and sometimes trembling as if she had seen some terrifying monster.

Feng Zhenghao stood outside the ward, his face filled with anxiety and worry, pressing the several extraordinary doctors he had recruited at high prices for answers:

"Doctors, is there any clue? My daughter has been in this state for several days since she woke up after attending the conference at Longhu Mountain. When I talk to her, she seems to be completely unaware of my presence. What is the reason for this?"

"President Feng... We've examined your daughter, and all her bodily functions are normal, including her brain... To put it bluntly, she might be possessed by an evil spirit. We're afraid we can't do anything about it."

The doctors from Baicaotang bowed in embarrassment.

"Bumped into...evil? No, that's not right."

Feng Zhenghao found it hard to believe and immediately dismissed the possibility.

He possesses the ability to control spirits, so if his daughter were possessed by an evil spirit, he would have noticed it immediately. His perception of the existence of spirits is incredibly sharp, like a hungry shark smelling blood.

Seeing that it was getting late, and the elderly people looked tired and thirsty, he felt a little guilty and quickly said:

"Alright, seniors, let's stop here for now. You've all worked hard today, please get some rest."

"It's alright, you're too kind, Chairman Feng."

After seeing off the elderly doctors, the injured Feng Xingtong slowly walked down from the second floor.

He had previously fought a fierce battle with Feng Baobao at the Luo Tian Conference, but was defeated and was in a weakened state. He had been unable to summon the spirit master Wang Zizhong to examine Feng Shayan.

Looking at her sister, who was neither human nor ghost in the ward, Feng Xingtong's heart was bleeding. She endured the discomfort and once again controlled the spirit in her body to appear. It was an old, black shadow left behind in the world.

"Grandpa Zizhong, please...please help me...what's wrong with my sister..."

Feng Xingtong gasped for breath as he leaned against the wall for support.

"Xingtong!! Why did you come down?"

Upon hearing the commotion, Feng Zhenghao returned. He only had his two children left who were willing to stay by his side, and he subconsciously felt worried.

"It's alright, Dad..."

Feng Xingtong wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and calmed down a little. At this moment, the evil spirit that had seeped through the glass wall flew toward Feng Shayan and forcibly possessed her.

"what!!!"

Feng Shayan's eyes were black as she let out a chilling scream. She clutched her head and struggled hysterically, heavy shadows swaying over her body.

The father and son were on edge. A few minutes later, Wang Zizhong emerged through the wall, his face filled with horror.

"Who did this? So vicious, almost crippling Sha Yan. Her Qi circulation was completely disrupted. This is the work of a master sorcerer. Ordinary people simply don't have this ability."

"The collapse of the Qi formation means that her fate has begun to decline. Next, she may die suddenly in various incomprehensible ways. Just now, when I wanted to investigate the murderer and possess her body to read her memories, I found that everything was chaotic like a quagmire, and various hallucinations were constantly being generated deep in my brain. If I hadn't gotten out in time, I would have been trapped."

"Grandpa Zizhong, what... what should we do?" Feng Xingtong asked in a panic.

Feng Zhenghao was shocked and furious. He never expected that the mysterious Gu Liang would have such high attainments in magic and would even kill his own daughter.

"Mr. Wang, do you have a solution?"

"Well... I am not a sorcerer, so I am afraid I am powerless to help. If you want to save Sha Yan, you need to find some sorcerers who are good at studying Qi formations as soon as possible. If you delay any longer, it will be too late to save her."

Wang Zizhong's soul floated in mid-air. Seeing that Feng Xingtong's body could not take it and her face turned pale, it crawled back into her body on its own.

"Dad, please save my sister!!"

"I'll go find out right away, sigh..."

With his daughter's life hanging in the balance, Feng Zhenghao disregarded everything else and changed his original itinerary to the Qaidam Desert overnight.

........

Overseas, on Nasen Island, with the cooperation of Qu Tong and a Nasen guard, Ma Xianhong secretly smuggled people who had been evacuated from Biyou Village to the island and temporarily resided in the northern market.

At midnight, inside the abandoned wooden house, when Feng Baobao opened her eyes again, she had a splitting headache, her vision was blurry and shaky, and she felt that her hands and feet were bound by cold chains, unable to move. She was suspended in the air, and the Qi in her body was tightly restricted by an invisible force, making it unusable.

After about ten seconds, she could barely make out the people in front of her. One was a woman with scarlet eyes and a cold face, with a head of charming pink hair; the young man on the left was tall and straight, with white hair and a beauty mark under his eye; the mysterious person on the right was wearing a gray robe and could not be identified.

"Who are you...?"

Feng Baobao's voice was barely audible, her body limp as mud, and her listless, tired eyes still held a hint of confusion and wariness.

She couldn't understand what was going on with the memories that suddenly flooded her mind during the battle. It was as if she had a very long dream in which she was very close to her parents, but she couldn't see their faces clearly. Only their lingering voices still echoed in her heart, making her slightly dazed.

"Your family, your creator, and of course, if you wish, it is perfectly reasonable to call me Mother."

Qu Tong's gaze was gentle as she looked at this perfect creation, filled with emotion. She never imagined that they had actually succeeded back then, but her fourth brother would never have the chance to see it.

"......"

Feng Baobao was silent for a few seconds, recalling a phrase etched in her heart, and calmly retorted: "You are not."

"But at least, I have no ill intentions towards you, do I?"

Qu Tong was not in a hurry to start investigating Feng Baobao's secrets.

She had other matters to attend to, so she stepped forward and gently stroked Feng Baobao's forehead. With her right hand circulating her qi, she instantly hypnotized her, causing her to fall into a coma again.

"Xianhong, your cultivation furnace is almost finished, isn't it?"

"Not even close."

"...Thirty-four, please help him during this time."

"it is good."

Thinking of the clone, Ma Xianhong felt a vague unease and said:

"Sister, my clone in Tokyo will be tracked sooner or later. Should we recall it?"

"No need. He and the other me have both completed their disguises. With them diverting the company's attention, things will be much easier for us. The only problem we need to be wary of now is that a few days ago, a batch of my dormant soul seeds were all wiped out. From the memories that came back, I saw people I didn't want to see."

"Is it that one from the Trinity Sect?" Thirty-Four asked tentatively.

"Yes... he's still alive; and he's very likely aware of me, otherwise he wouldn't have helped Lü Ci eliminate my backup plan."

Qu Tong was very wary; she dared not be careless in the slightest when facing an enemy of this level.

"Then we can't just sit here and wait to die. Should we create some trouble for him? Even if we have to send some cannon fodder to fill the gaps, it will buy us some time."

Qu Tong had already made arrangements regarding Thirty-Four's suggestion:

"I have already instructed some people to carry it out. It will be spread secretly through the internet, so they won't be able to trace it back to us directly. It depends on whether the supernatural forces in various countries can sit still. Of course, I believe that after a detailed translation, the allure of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques will still be there for them."

"Even if they don't take action, the company won't sit idly by."

"...I hope it goes well."

Thirty-Four chuckled self-deprecatingly. He didn't need to do any calculations to guess what Qu Tong had done.

"Xianhong, take her with you."

Qu Tong instructed, "We just happened to have news about Seventeen. I'll take you there to meet him."

Chapter 262 Who ambushed whom?

Yin Shi.

The square in front of the Wang family mansion was brightly lit, and the propeller of a private plane hummed, ready to depart for the north at any moment.

Inside the study, Wang Ai, reclining on the sofa, was listening patiently to the assassin's plan over the phone with her eyes slightly narrowed.

“All personnel have been arranged, Mr. Wang. We are currently maintaining a safe distance of 800 meters from Zhang Zhiwei.”

"The weaponry for this mission is the latest generation anti-materiel sniper rifle, developed a couple of years ago by a German arms company. It has an effective kill range of 2500 meters, and a single shot is enough to penetrate 30mm of alloy steel plate."

"The bullets amplified by my abilities will have their penetrating power increased several times over. This kind of weapon is not meant to be used against people, and it is not usually needed. But in any case, you are the employer, and we will do it according to your needs. As for the final payment process, please do it as soon as possible."

Wang Ai's wrinkles all smoothed out; he was in a good mood and joked:

"Of course, the money has been prepared for you. It's just a bit unexpected. I wonder how much more capable you are than your predecessors?"

"You were driven out of the mainland back then and never thought of coming back? If you're willing, I might be able to help you."

The assassin who spoke with Wang Ai belonged to the "Wan Nian Shou," a severely damaged assassination organization of supernatural beings during the Republic of China era.

Since fleeing overseas, they have been based in Southeast Asia, accepting commissions from all over the world. After more than seventy years of recuperation and development, their power is now greater than before, but they have never returned to the mainland.

"No need, thank you for your kindness. We take people's money and do their jobs. Good professional ethics are the reason why our line of work has lasted. We dare not dream of doing anything outside of our duties."

"Do you have any other instructions?"

"......"

Wang Ai paused for a few seconds and then gave the order:

"Be patient, don't rush to make a move. Wait until they are both severely weakened before you make your move. That will be the best opportunity to snipe them."

"Hmm," the assassin said, indicating his understanding.

Communication was cut off. Wang Ai closed her eyes and smiled, waiting for the dawn to arrive.

.......

Dawn.

A crimson light divided day and night in two. Zhang Zhiwei and his companions, located on the edge of the Gutala Gobi Desert, were still sitting quietly in front of the campfire.

The cold air quickly dissipated, and the temperature gradually rose. Weathered gravel was everywhere, and undulating sandstone hills stretched endlessly, creating a simple yet vast landscape.

As the decisive battle approached, Zhao Huanjin became increasingly cautious. While his master was still meditating, he first gathered his Qi and transformed it into a needle, inserting it along the Du meridian on Gong Qing's back to seal his Qi, making him appear no different from an ordinary person.

An hour later, as the sun rose and shone upon everything, a thunderous vibration came from the sea of ​​clouds above. Two beams of white light descended from the horizon and landed on the ground, revealing two slender figures.

It was at this moment that Zhang Zhiwei, having adjusted himself to his optimal state, opened his eyes. He slowly stood up, a faint smile playing on his lips, and greeted them warmly: