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

After several divinations, the results were accurate, and three people died.

Zhou Sheng's heart pounded. He had recently gone to the Luo Tian Conference and witnessed the little guy from Wuhou Village possess the exact same Feng Hou Qi Men technique, and his cultivation was even stronger than that of the younger generation in the sect. He had vaguely guessed part of the truth.

Wuhou Village has a close relationship with the Sanyi Sect. One of the elders in the village was a disciple of the Sanyi Sect back then. If Fourth Brother Wugensheng was killed by the Sanyi Sect and all the Eight Extraordinary Techniques were plundered, it would be logically consistent with the reasoning.

Zhou Sheng knew this well, and despite his sharp and sarcastic nature, he didn't dare to make things difficult for that junior.

Later, when the Eight Extraordinary Techniques were exposed, the facts were as he had expected. From then on, Zhou Sheng became more and more cautious. He simply could not understand how Wugensheng, who had cultivated eight immortal techniques, was killed by the Sanyi Sect.

He admitted that the Venerable Chen Qing had extraordinary abilities, but surely Fourth Brother couldn't possibly be unable to escape even if he wanted to.

Until ten days ago, when the news of the end of the North Colley Island battle came, Chen Qingxuanzun swept through the world's superhuman masters with his own strength, killing more than a thousand people, and even sinking three Behemoth cruisers to the bottom of the sea. Such a record was so glorious that it was no exaggeration to say that he was one of the most outstanding superhumans in history.

Unlike the founders of other esoteric sects who ascended to heaven in broad daylight, the seeker of the Three Ones Sect, though not ascending to immortality, has brought a shock to modern people far exceeding that of any previous Taoist sage.

Zhou Sheng knew that the three people who planned that incident had no chance of surviving. What he was afraid of now was whether Jiang Mo would have the idea of ​​purging all the remnants of the Jia Shen rebellion. If so, he wouldn't even be able to escape.

"Clang."

"Clang."

Zhou Sheng was not capable of predicting beings who were close to or even surpassed immortals; all he could predict was his own fate and the fate of Wudang.

He quickly fell silent; the divination he received was extremely ominous.

"In the end what happened?"

Zhou Shengren was numb and filled with resentment. He had lived in Wudang for more than seventy years, thinking that his life would pass peacefully like this. Who knew that disaster would befall him in his later years, and he could not escape it even if he wanted to.

Duanmu Ying... Ruan Feng... Gu Jiting...

A sinister glint appeared in Zhou Sheng's eyes as he took his anger out on the group.

"Ding dong!"

Just then, the cell phone placed next to the pillow on the wooden bed rang, sending a chill down Zhou Sheng's spine. Over the years, the only person he could contact was his younger brother, Zhou Meng.

Suppressing his unease, he picked up his phone to check, and the following message appeared before his eyes:

"Brother, are you there? The sky has fallen!!"

"Duanmu Ying has exposed all the shameful things you did back then!!"

Chapter 289 Disappeared

Staring at the two lines of text on the screen, Zhou Sheng felt as if his brain had been struck by lightning. His limbs stiffened, and after a moment, he pressed the voice reply button:

"Yes, come see me immediately! Is that brat still in the mountains? Bring him along too!"

A few seconds later, another message appeared: "Okay."

Zhou Meng, the then leader of Wudang, dared not delay and went to Wang Ye's bedroom that very night, carrying him like a chick to a secluded wooden house in the back mountains.

"Master, what... what are you doing right now?"

Wang Ye was still sleepy, rubbing his eyes, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

With a loud "bang!", the tightly closed wooden door suddenly opened, and a deep voice came from inside.

"Come in."

"Walk."

Zhou Meng dragged Wang Ye into the house, looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was following them. He then closed the door.

An oil lamp was lit inside the room, and the furniture was rather shabby: a few stools, a table and chairs, and an old wooden bed.

At that moment, a bald old man sat at the table, his white eyebrows furrowed into an inverted V shape. Even though he remained silent, he gave Wang Ye an uncomfortable sense of oppression upon their first meeting.

"What happened?" Zhou Sheng asked first.

"Here, take a look."

The short Zhou Meng sighed helplessly, played several videos saved on his phone, and handed them to Zhou Sheng.

"......"

The woman inside, engaged in a heated debate, was none other than Duanmu Ying's alter ego, recounting without a single omission what the Eight Extraordinary Techniques cultivators had done back then.

With each inch the progress bar advanced, Zhou Sheng's face darkened further, until he finished reading it all, his anger simmering within him.

During this time, Wang Ye, who heard the video playing aloud, looked serious. Just as he was pondering something, he was suddenly reprimanded.

"So, you're the one who's meddling in other people's business at the Celestial Master's Mansion?"

"Fool! You have no ability, yet you still show off. With your meager skills, do you know how much trouble you've brought to the sect?"

This sudden outburst of curses stunned Wang Ye, and his heart sank.

"Sigh... Now is not the time to blame the child, we need to think of a solution."

Zhou Meng couldn't bear to blame the younger generation. After all, Wang Ye had consulted him about this matter before. He learned that other sects and families wanted to cause trouble for the Celestial Master. Wang Ye had stayed at the Celestial Master's Mansion for cultivation many times and respected the elder very much. Therefore, he went to help him and got Zhou Meng's permission. Who would have thought it would turn out like this?

If Wang Ye hadn't revealed the Feng Hou Qi Men technique at the conference, Wudang could have evaded Duanmu Ying's accusations. However, with Wang Ye as an irrefutable clue, no matter how they explained, the world would only insist that Wudang possessed the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

Zhou Sheng, growing angrier the more he thought about it, roared in fury:

"What do you mean?! I'm at my wit's end. This brat used Feng Hou against the Zhuge family's kid and still got beaten up."

"Serves you right, with your mediocre skills. Do you know how much Chen Jinkui looked at you from the audience back then, like a jackal about to have a feast? If he hadn't died suddenly in the Gobi Desert, he would have devoured you right now."

“Sir, why don’t you take a break?”

Wang Ye knew he was in the wrong, scratched his head as he listened to the lecture, and dared not argue.

"Hey, you monkey, stop nagging the baby."

Zhou Meng was in a real bind, unsure how to face the questioning from the renowned figures of the Quanzhen School.

With witnesses and physical evidence, it is clear that the Wudang disciples raided the ancestral temple of another sect, mastered their unique skills, and secretly passed them down. If Zhou Meng were a member of the Quanzhen School, he too would find it hard to swallow this insult.

"Humph!"

Solving the matter was of utmost importance. Zhou Sheng pulled out a notebook containing his insights and secrets on cultivating the Wind God technique, and slammed it into Wang Ye's hand, displeased.

"Keep practicing. If you keep slacking off, you're as good as dead."

"Do you really think you can get away with this carefree, nonchalant attitude? There are countless people out there who want to steal your skills and cripple your cultivation. If you don't value your life, hurry up and smash your head against a wall and die now, so you won't suffer a fate worse than death someday and have no chance to regret it!"

"This disciple...is ashamed."

Wang Ye lowered his head and sighed. He had roughly guessed the identity of the old man in front of him. He was suspected to be the master of Feng Hou, living in seclusion in the back mountain. Unlike the three advisors who were immersed in the inner world in the cave, he was free to move around. Only the old senior Zhou Sheng back then could have such ability.

"Brother, you've already calculated it?"

Seeing his elder brother's anxious expression, Zhou Meng had a bad feeling.

“A few idiots stirred up a hornet's nest, and now I don’t know what my fate will be. I can’t stay any longer.”

Zhou Sheng felt lost and powerless. Even though he had mastered the Wind Mastery technique, he still couldn't muster the slightest thought of challenging the one from the San Yi Sect. He just wanted to escape as far away as possible. Even if he was killed outside, it would be worth it as long as it didn't affect his sect.

"What about this baby?! What should we do with him?!" Zhou Meng pressed.

"If you throw them into the mountains to train, they'll die even if they don't learn it. But if they master the seventy-two pentads, their lives will be safe."

"People from Quanzhen might not dare to cause trouble for Sanyimen, but we are different. They will put a lot of pressure on you, and even if it means tearing off the mask, you have to insist that you know nothing."

"Ask where the child went? Just say he was expelled from the sect. The Feng Hou Tu must never be handed over. This evil thing will kill even more people, and we won't be able to explain it even if we have a thousand mouths."

Zhou Sheng hurriedly packed his luggage, gave a few instructions, and then transformed into a wisp of black mist, bursting out the door and disappearing into the hazy night forest.

That night, Wang was taken by Zhou Meng to the cave where several of his advisors were cultivating, where they were isolated from the world and temporarily avoided the turmoil.

.......

Coincidentally, at four in the morning, Feng Zhenghao, troubled by his daughter's deteriorating condition, was unable to sleep at the Feng family villa.

Soon, he received screenshots and videos from his confidants. Duanmu Ying's betrayal sent chills down his spine, and the recording of his attempt to assassinate Zhang Chulan was released.

At the same time, what enraged him even more was that Duanmu Ying in the video had black blood flowing from her eyes, and her smile was evil and cruel:

"Feng Tianyang, Feng Zhenghao, you despicable family bastards, do you really think you can let this go? I'll cripple your daughter first, and the rest of you won't live either!"

At this moment, Feng Zhenghao was horrified. His ally, with whom he had been cooperating, was actually his enemy who wanted to kill him.

What worries him even more is how many backup plans Duanmu Ying has left behind? If she sends assassins to target the other three children, can he protect them?

Since the hiring of a hitman was exposed, he cannot escape if either the Celestial Master's Mansion or the company pursues the matter. According to the company's handling method, the most severe punishment is to destroy his meridians and be no longer a superhuman for life. Other cases will be tried through legal procedures. Since Zhang Chulan did not die and the circumstances are relatively minor, he will serve at least three years but less than ten years in prison.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhenghao's heart rate continued to rise, and cold sweat soaked his back. He hurriedly notified his two estranged children to return home. Then, he ordered his secretary to prepare a helicopter and take Feng Xingtong and the mentally unstable Feng Shayan to Sanyi Gate overnight.

He had to make all the necessary preparations before disaster struck, and he was unwilling to let go of even the slightest opportunity for a bargaining deal.

......

Dawn is breaking.

On the third floor of the library, golden sunlight streamed in through the windows. Jiang Mo, lying in a hammock by the window, was bathed in warm and refreshing light. He held an ancient book describing exotic Western creatures and read it quietly.

In the experimental area not far away, You Sha was refining a necromancy solution, modifying the SP0.1 Primal Ice Man. The power of this special body far exceeded her imagination, and the refining process was very difficult.

"I don't have enough materials."

"Where did you find these monsters?"

You Sha poured the last pot of dark green solution into SP0.1's brain, then stopped what she was doing, turned around and walked towards Jiang Mo, handing him a cup of warm milk.

These past few days, she has been busy with research, working day and night, refining large quantities of magical solutions. She has used up all the materials she usually stores, and has only completed one-third of the reforging required.

After Jiang Mo arrived last night, he did not disturb her. He simply picked up a book from the shelf and went to the window to wait quietly until she finished her work. Only then were the two of them able to have some free time to talk.

"Behemoth has emptied their coffers to develop biological weapons in order to deal with me."

Looking at the hot milk handed to him, Jiang Mo closed the ancient book in his hand, took the porcelain cup, took a sip, and then took out an old parchment from his pocket and gave it to her.

"This is...?" You Sha was slightly taken aback.

“It was a gift from an acquaintance when I went to Nathan. I’ve seen some of the runes in your notes, but I don’t really understand them. I suppose they’re related to magic, and you might be interested in them, so I’m giving them to you.”

Jiang Mo glossed over it with a casual remark.

"Thank you."

You Sha's smile was faint. She unfolded the parchment, glanced at it briefly, and couldn't hide her surprise.

"Light magic? Interesting..."

Are you familiar with it?

The veil closed the parchment, and she whispered:

"Yes, I have some knowledge of it. The magic spells and arrays recorded there are mainly offensive spells."

Jiang Mo glanced sideways at SP0.1 on the experimental table and said:

"Fill out the list of materials needed for the six specimens and give it to me later."

"Yes."

Just then, a guest from the sect arrived and stopped at the foot of the mountain. Zhuge Yu gave a report, and his voice pierced through the layers of buildings and reached Jiang Mo's ears.

"Uncle-Master, the people from the World Society want to see you. They say they want to do a deal with you."

“They are descendants of Feng Tianyang. If you are not pleased, I will expel them.”

"..."

Jiang Mo was silent for a few seconds, then said, "No need. Take him to Qingxin Hall. I'll go there now."

"Yes, disciple understands."

As the sound faded into the distance, Zhuge Yu instantly teleported the three members of the Feng family from the edge of the inner domain array to the Qingxin Hall, where guests were being received.

This supernatural ability caused Feng Zhenghao and Feng Xingtong to show surprise and admiration. Feng Shayan trembled and hugged her younger brother's arm, her eyes were panicked and her words were incoherent.

Zhuge Yu received the family of three and invited them to sit down.

"Junior Feng Zhenghao greets Senior. May I ask how to address you?"

"Zhuge Yu".

This is what a short but sturdy, middle-aged man with white hair and a buzz cut said.

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