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

"Well... Zhuge Dazui, I underestimated you. You're quite the sharpshooter!"

"If you have a grudge, take it out on your grandfather. I'll accept that, but why hurt others? King Nathan has been taken away by you?"

Having read the company documents, Zhuge Yu knew that Li Muxuan was Nasen Wang's maternal grandfather. Meeting his uneasy gaze, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said in a cold voice:

"killed."

"......"

Li Muxuan's body trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were almost grinding to powder. Anger burned in his chest, and the true qi swirling around his body turned from dark purple to pitch black, as if he were about to become a demon.

"I swear I will not be human if I do not kill you."

He forced each word out of his throat, his killing intent chilling.

No sooner had he finished speaking than two abrupt voices appeared again.

"You can't do it."

"Did you finally show up?"

The newcomers were Lu Jin and Cheng Zhen, their silver hair flying and their heroic figures like immortals. Jiang Mo was still meditating at the stronghold, resonating with his Dharma body and achieving oneness of mind and spirit, eliminating Duanmu Ying's parasites one by one around the globe.

"Lu Jin!"

"Wu Chengzhen!"

Li Muxuan, consumed by hatred, not only did not lose his ferocity, but became even more rampant.

Having reached this point, he and the Sanyi Sect are now locked in a life-or-death struggle, and he'd rather die than let them drag him down with him.

Especially upon seeing Lu Jin's expression, exactly the same as it had been over seventy years ago, a surge of resentment, bitterness, and jealousy instantly overwhelmed the last vestiges of reason in his mind. His black true qi transformed once more, turning a chilling, scarlet red. Ah...

"Go together?"

Chengzhen asked in a gentle voice with a warm smile. With his cultivation level, killing Li Muxuan would be a piece of cake, but he didn't want to leave his two junior brothers behind. They were also partly responsible for this grudge.

"Come here, senior brother."

Lu Jin's icy aura suddenly coalesced into a transparent, azure frost sword. Holding the sword, he exuded an astonishing killing intent.

"Let this stubborn bastard see the might of the Trinity!"

Zhuge Yu's words were like hundreds of silver needles, piercing Li Muxuan's sensitive and fragile heart, causing him to bleed profusely. He was extremely furious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was distorted as a result.

"I....."

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

The shrill roar was like that of a demon from hell. Li Muxuan burned his lifespan, his cultivation level soared, and his surging physical power was unleashed. A terrifying eerie light emanated from the tips of his fingers as he tore through the void.

"boom!!"

Chengzhen and the others dodged instantly, and a hideous crack appeared where they stood, stretching for more than twenty feet.

"kill--!"

With a soft shout from Lu Jin, his fighting spirit soared. He was not afraid of the demon-possessed Li Muxuan at all and went straight to meet him. He engaged in close combat and raised his hand to slash with his sword. Large shards of ice spikes poured down like a silver dragon rising and crashing.

"Pfft!!"

"Oh!"

Li Muxuan's protective aura shattered, but he remained silent, enduring the excruciating pain comparable to being slowly sliced ​​to death.

After seventy years of arduous cultivation, Li Muxuan reached the pinnacle of reversing the eight directions, achieving a level that no one before him could reach. During his time in seclusion at the Sanyi Sect, he gained an understanding of the characteristics of the first, second, and even third levels, rendering ordinary reversal and Qi-transformation bodies ineffective.

His inverted movements could tear off and devour that wisp of Qi-formed body along with it.

Li Muxuan's smile was eerie and sinister. He opened his right hand, aimed at Lu Jin's heart, and twisted it sharply, trying to tear apart the Qi-structured body.

"Buzz!"

In his demonic state, he was out of his mind and failed to pay attention to his two equally terrifying opponents. Zhuge Yu moved him again, causing his attack to miss.

"Pfft!"

Chengzhen's weapon was a silver spear forged from the energies of wind and thunder, imbued with booming lightning. He thrust out the spear, combining it with Zhuge Yu's technique to create a perfect killing move.

"Roar!!!"

Li Muxuan, who was teleported into the air, had nowhere to hide. His abdomen was as fragile as a piece of paper. As the lightning flashed past, it punched a terrible bloody hole in his abdomen.

The intense pain caused Li Muxuan to let out a sound similar to that of a wild beast. He gripped the gun with both hands, trying to stop Chengzhen's next move and break free.

However, at that very moment, Lu Jin arrived, piercing his heart through his back with a sword. The chilling aura spread rapidly, freezing his heart and blood vessels. Li Muxuan screamed hoarsely, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, his body covered in sticky blood, and his crimson true qi showed signs of decline.

In his conscious state, his chances of survival against any one of these three individuals were slim. Now, having fallen into demonic possession, he was surrounded and killed by the three, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.

As Li Muxuan's life drew to a close, his consciousness gradually returned. His face was deathly pale, his aged body was almost broken apart, his chest was cold, and his flesh was numb. Lu Jin watched silently from behind him.

"Pfft!" Chengzhen drew his gun, and a series of blood splattered. His expression was calm, as if he were slaughtering livestock.

Li Muxuan was on the verge of death, his life force exhausted. His vision became increasingly blurred, and a series of images flashed before his eyes. He let out a hoarse laugh, seemingly both insane and relieved.

Zhuge Yu strode forward, a shimmering light flowing between his brows, as if the Samadhi True Fire was about to burst forth, and his right hand held a cluster of blazing white innate Qi fire.

This is a killing move he inherited from his ancestors and learned from his uncle. Using both together, it is undoubtedly one of the strongest killing moves of him, and even of the Sanyi Sect, completely obliterating a person from both the physical and spiritual levels.

"boom!!!"

The final blow was unleashed by Zhuge Yu. The shimmering light burned away the soul, and the white flames devoured the body. The faint breathing abruptly ceased, and Li Muxuan turned into ashes, his soul scattered.

Chapter 288 Panic

Scenes from his past life flashed before his eyes like a movie on a silver screen. Li Muxuan felt his body growing heavier and heavier, increasingly drowsy, as if he were falling into a deep lake, sinking lower and lower...

The aging limbs begin to degenerate, becoming younger, and the wounds disintegrate with shimmering white spots.

Gradually, he went from being an old man to being a child again, surrounded by a cacophony of voices, undoubtedly from his familiar relatives and friends, some laughing, some teasing, and some offering comfort.

He was unable to respond to each one; death was imminent, until even the last glimmer of light disappeared before his eyes.

Li Muxuan is dead.

He's completely dead.

This wicked child, who had been on the run for over seventy years, was a top expert in the field of human magnetism. He could have lived a peaceful and long life in Europe, but unexpectedly, he became involved in the disasters of his descendants. His old grudges also happened to resurface, and everything came to an end.

On the ruins of the royal palace, Chengzhen and the others did not experience much emotional fluctuation. With the improvement of their cultivation and temperament, and the passage of time, their hatred was no longer as turbulent as it had been back then.

To them, Li Muxuan was like a speck of dust on the windowpane, something that had to be wiped away, nothing more.

September 8, early morning.

Before the campfire, Chengzhen, Lu Jin, and Zhuge Yu patiently stayed by their uncle's side, while Chen Daiyan and several elderly Nasen Guards sat on the ground. Feng Baobao roasted a wild rabbit and wolfed it down.

There are very few Nathan Islanders left in the area. Most of them left during the day, leaving only a dozen or so. They are all traitors to the kingdom. Even though they have special abilities, they are as weak as ordinary people. In the past, they were ostracized by the kingdom and ended up in the market and the amusement park. Now that they have seen the return of the elders they once admired, they are unwilling to leave again.

Jiang Mo sat quietly, his breathing peaceful, his body spotless, as if he were isolated from the world.

a long time.

A pair of deep, ancient eyes quietly revived, and all the clones of Duanmu Ying scattered around the world were wiped out at this moment. Jiang Mo happily got up and prepared to return.

"gone?"

Chen Daiyan asked, handing over several rolls of yellowed parchment in his withered right hand.

"Ah."

Jiang Mo nodded in acknowledgment, took the parchment, opened it, and glanced at it. It contained three cultivation secrets passed down from Nasen.

"Well... farewell then, and best wishes for your future."

The old man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his sincere smile, illuminated by the firelight, appeared more relaxed than ever before.

In response to his gratitude, Jiang Mo conjured a scroll in his hand, containing the Six Treasuries of Immortals and the Divine Sword of the Warrior.

"It's only fair to reciprocate; you might need what's inside."

"Thanks....."

The old man clasped his hands together in gratitude, his expression devout.

Jiang Mo stopped exchanging pleasantries, instead forming a hand seal with his left hand, locking onto the four people within his field of vision, and unleashing 'Close Encounters in the Human Realm'. In an instant, their figures shattered into countless particles and disappeared into the void.

At the same moment, five figures appeared in the central courtyard of the Sanyi Sect's Dao Palace. Jiang Mo instructed Zhuge to summon Xu San and Xu Si.

"Senior, do you...do you accept disciples?"

Feng Baobao looked at Jiang Mo expectantly; this was Plan B that Xu San and Xu Si had prepared for her.

"No."

Jiang Mo rejected her just like before.

"Baby!!"

"Baby!!!"

Xu San and Xu Si rushed over, their faces full of joy. When they saw the shocking injuries on Feng Baobao's body, they felt that she had narrowly escaped death and that it was a miracle that she had returned safely.

Soon, the company's helicopter arrived at the foot of the mountain. Xu San and Xu Si learned that their apprenticeship had failed and wanted to say something, but Zhuge Yu stopped them. Jiang Mo's figure disappeared into the Sutra Pavilion.

"Senior, um, do you need any help here? Sister Bao'er is very diligent, and she doesn't eat much, so we..."

"Let's go back."

Zhuge Yu smiled slightly and didn't say anything more. Regardless of Feng Baobao's background or her status as a temporary worker in the company, he and his sect were unwilling to have too much contact with her unless it was for the equal exchange of intelligence.

Xu San and Xu Si's lips stiffened, and they stopped their awkward laughter just in time:

"Alright, alright, there's plenty of time to chat again sometime, Senior Zhuge, goodbye."

"Well, walk slowly."

Zhuge Yu teleported them down the mountain, and Xu San, Xu Si, and Feng Baobao returned to the company headquarters overnight.

.......

That same night, the dark web's forum for supernatural beings dropped another bombshell: Duanmu Ying, driven to the brink of despair, launched her final counterattack before her death.

Unwilling to accept that the descendants of the traitors Zhang Huaiyi and Feng Tianyang were unharmed, and even more determined to drag the Sanyi Sect down with her, she suppressed the backlash from the vows she had made deep within her soul. More than two hundred parasitic entities successively uploaded videos, testifying from the perspective of eyewitnesses that the source of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques was the Ziyang Jade Disc hidden in the Ziyang Cave in the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley of the Qinling Mountains, and that they were all thieves who had stolen the precious legacy of one of the Five Patriarchs of Quanzhen.

In addition, a recording of Feng Zhenghao conspiring with her to hire assassins to ambush Zhang Chulan was also released.

Wudang was not spared either. Zhou Sheng, who had always been elusive, was also regarded as a traitor by her. After the Luo Tian Conference ended, she learned from Thirty-Four that two juniors from Wudang Mountain and Wuhou Village both possessed the Feng Hou Qi Men technique. She took this opportunity to drag both forces into the abyss.

As soon as the news broke, it stirred up another storm in the domestic community of supernatural beings, and within just a few hours, it escalated to an uncontrollable level.

The company foresaw the struggle between various forces and was furious. They tried to have Erzhuang break into the Dark Web's forum for extraordinary people, but not only did they fail, the difficulty was hundreds of times greater than ever before. Little did they know that the forum's owner had already been secretly replaced and was now controlled by an artificial intelligence life form from Behemoth's headquarters.

Taoism is divided into North and South: Quanzhen in the North and Zhengyi in the South.

Within the Quanzhen School, there are two branches: the Northern and Southern branches. The Northern branch, Quanzhen Dao, prioritizes the cultivation of nature over destiny, while the Southern branch, the Golden Elixir School, prioritizes destiny over nature.

The two schools merged during the Yuan Dynasty, honoring Wang Xuanfu, Zhongli Quan, Lü Dongbin, Liu Haichan, and Wang Chongyang as the Five Patriarchs of the North; and Zhang Ziyang, Shi Xinglin, Xue Daoguang, Chen Niwan, and Bai Yuchan as the Five Patriarchs of the South.

Over time, the already dispersed Jindan School merged with the Quanzhen School.

The news from the dark web quickly reached the younger generation of Quanzhen. Their ancestor's dojo had been raided, and the leaders and elders of various sects were shocked and furious, holding a meeting overnight.

The Southern Zhengyi sect of Taoism was led by the Celestial Master's Mansion. After the news spread, the Shangqing, Shenxiao, Lingbao, Qingwei and other schools all sought confirmation from the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei. They knew that if it was not handled properly, there would be endless troubles.

Late at night, in an inconspicuous house in Wudang Mountain, an old figure sat in a chair, suddenly feeling uneasy. He picked up a few copper coins and began to divine.

"Clang-"

The copper coins struck the table with a sound, and the resulting divination was extremely ominous. The bald old man's face darkened, and he momentarily lost his composure, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"died?"

His words were filled with terror. Zhou Shengwan could not believe that Duanmu Ying, Ruan Feng, and Gu Jiting had all died.

Recalling the Sanyi Sect incident half a month ago, he was now almost certain that the exposure of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques was their doing. They wanted to use someone else to do their dirty work, but ended up like this.

As a remnant of the Jia Shen clan, the Feng Hou Qi Men he comprehended can be activated within his body, allowing his innate Qi to govern the power of the seventy-two phases of heaven and earth, resulting in endless variations and complete freedom of movement.

Over the years, no one has noticed his transformation. Those who sought to use extraordinary techniques to hunt him down have had no way to do so. Even the disciples of Wudang have never realized that this old man, who sits in the corner doing odd jobs, was once one of the Thirty-Six Heroes.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"