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

The three words struck Feng Zhenghao like a thunderbolt, causing him to feel a jolt of astonishment.

As far as he knew, there was only one disciple in the entire Sanyi Sect with the surname Zhuge, and his seniority was even higher than that of Lu Jin, the Ten Elders. He had entered the sect earlier and was a rare master who practiced both reverse aging and Qimen Dunjia.

Looking at the energetic middle-aged man in front of him, Feng Zhenghao was quite surprised. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that a man over a hundred years old could be so youthful and have such unfathomable cultivation.

"It is my great honor to be received by you, senior." He quickly bowed and said respectfully.

"No need, Mr. Feng."

Zhuge Yu replied indifferently, noticing the woman huddled under Feng Xingtong's shoulder, trembling like a leaf, and couldn't help but ask:

"You came because of her?"

"Yes... This is my daughter, Feng Shayan. To be honest, some time ago when she went to participate in the Luo Tian Conference, she was injured by a powerful sorcerer who severely damaged her vital energy and altered her body's Qi. As her father, I am deeply troubled by this and have no other choice. I earnestly request the assistance of the elders of your esteemed family. The Feng family is willing to repay you in any way possible."

Then, Feng Zhenghao recounted in detail his medical experiences over the past few weeks for Zhuge Yu's reference.

“Mr. Feng, if I remember correctly, your Feng family and my sect are not on the same path. I have seen this girl and roughly know what the problem is, but there are some things that require the advice of elders, and I cannot make a decision on my own.”

Zhuge Yu's gaze fell on Feng Shayan. Through the surface, he saw that her human body's Qi formation was in a terrible state, her fortune was severely reduced, her physiological functions were deteriorating, and her primordial spirit was in a state of panic and could not find peace. Feng Shayan had been tormented for almost a month. If this dragged on any longer, even if she was cured, she would still be drooling and would be considered to be in the category of dementia.

Feng Zhenghao sensed the coldness and distance in the words. Knowing the events of the Jia Shen year, his expression darkened, and he said with shame:

“Grandfather did something wrong back then... Senior, please forgive me.”

Zhuge Yu didn't have a good impression of him and replied perfunctorily, "Mr. Feng, you're here to discuss business. There's no need to get involved in past matters. Please wait patiently."

"Okay...you're right."

Feng Zhenghao echoed, "I'll wait here quietly."

A moment later, two tall, aloof figures entered from outside the hall. One was a man, the other a woman. The young man was dressed in black with white hair and had a handsome appearance. The woman was cold and noble, as if she were naturally out of place with everything around her.

This was the first meeting between the Feng family father and son and Jiang Mo.

An indescribable feeling unconsciously arose in their hearts, as if they were witnessing a sacred event, seeing majestic mountains and vast oceans, and the legend standing at the pinnacle of global extraordinary people was right before their eyes. They felt uneasy and nervous like never before.

"Uncle-Master." Zhuge Yu stood up to greet him.

"Ah."

Jiang Mo sat down, glanced at Feng Zhenghao, who was dressed in a suit and was very polite, and asked, "What brings you here?"

"Please forgive my impertinence in visiting. I have come for two reasons. First, I implore you and the seniors in the sect to think of a way to save my daughter's life. Second... I wonder if you would be willing to share some of the incomplete chapters of the Feng family's Spirit Binding and Commanding cultivation manual."

Feng Zhenghao didn't hide anything and openly stated his intentions to save time for both of them.

Since it was a transaction, Jiang Mo couldn't help but want to see what the other party had to offer, so he asked, "What do you have?"

“Cultivation requires Dharma, wealth, companions, and place. As a junior, I cannot offer you any Dharma that interests you. There is no one in the world who can be your companion. As for your ancestral site, it is a blessed place for cultivation. All I can offer are some worldly wealth and a few of my most precious spiritual beings.”

"Money? Sure."

Hearing this, Jiang Mo was not opposed. Since he acquired a batch of gold from Su Huo, a wealthy man from Quanxing, in the last century, it was enough for the sect's expenses for seventy years. Although there was a surplus, it was almost used up. This deal was indeed feasible.

"What do you think about the matter of summoning spirits and commanding generals...?" Feng Zhenghao asked tentatively.

"Did your grandfather not pass it down to you in its entirety? Or did you lose it along the way?"

Jiang Mo did not agree to pass on the Dharma.

"The information passed down has always been incomplete. The spirits that were imprisoned or created were not as powerful as imagined, and their advancement speed was relatively slow."

Feng Zhenghao raised his left hand and unleashed his technique. Three thick black mists shot out from behind him like tornadoes and floated in mid-air.

They are armed and clad in sharp armor, their imposing figures clad in ancient armor. Though they have human forms, they lack human features, with red faces and bronze teeth, their appearances ferocious like demons and Rakshasa.

"You really haven't mastered the skill."

Jiang Mo gazed at the several Yin spirits, his tone calm. Even though they were considered one in a million demon generals by ordinary supernatural beings, to him they were nothing more than a few ordinary evil spirits.

"I am ashamed and humbly request your guidance, senior."

Feng Zhenghao chuckled and asked for advice. The Yin spirit he displayed was the strongest soul he could control, which took him decades to refine. However, judging from Jiang Mo's reaction, it seemed to be of little use.

"I wouldn't call it guidance; I've never practiced the art of summoning spirits and commanding generals, but I have personally copied all of its scriptures."

"Do the three evil spirits you presented correspond to Zhang Liao, Xiahou Yuan, and Yu Jin, who are listed at the end of the 'Records of a Hundred Generals'?"

"Its form is too simple and crude, not even reaching the threshold of the intermediate level. I almost didn't recognize it when I took a look just now."

"Yes!! Senior, you knew all about it?"

Feng Zhenghao had a vague expectation. Judging from the current conversation, this senior was not deliberately making things difficult as he had initially worried.

The 'Record of a Hundred Generals' that the two were talking about was the core chapter of the Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals. In theory, as long as one has a detailed refining process, a cultivator can collect a large number of mountain and wild spirits, decompose them, and smelt them to create a demon general.

Its methods are similar to those of the original humans. As long as these 'demon generals' are fed enough Yin spirits, they will undergo a qualitative transformation, soaring from the lower level and middle level all the way to the upper level, successively comparable to Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, and Supreme Grandmaster.

The ultimate goal of this cultivation path is to control hundreds of generals and command all spirits. It possesses extremely high potential, but the resources required are too vast, and ordinary cultivators may not be able to collect them all in their entire lives.

"If you can create either the demon generals 'Hua Tuo' or 'Bian Que', you won't need to ask me for help today."

Jiang Mo scrutinized Feng Zhenghao, his gaze seemingly piercing through his tense heart, and said:

"I can sense your unease creeping in. Tell me, what is it that you came to see me about?"

With a thud, Feng Zhenghao knelt down. He suppressed his trembling, knowing that he could no longer hide it, so he had no choice but to tell the whole story.

Upon hearing Duanmu Ying's dying plan, Jiang Mo seemed to be deep in thought.

Those few seconds of silence made Feng Zhenghao panic again: "Senior... I know I'm guilty, I know I'm guilty. If you want to punish me, I'll accept it, but please, please save Sha Yan!"

After saying this, he was about to bow and kowtow.

"It's your business to kill someone. I have no relation to you, nor do I know that junior. Why should I punish you?"

Jiang Mo, not wanting to concern himself with the feud between the Feng and Zhang families, continued:

"If you keep kneeling down and showing weakness like this, you won't be able to do business. You might as well go down the mountain now."

"I am deeply humbled. Please forgive me."

Feng Zhenghao stood up shakily. He was now in a dilemma. The foundation of the Tianxia Society was all in China and he couldn't take it with him. Even if he went abroad, it would be too late.

What worries him most is that once he goes in, the entire Tianxia Group, which he has painstakingly built, will fall apart overnight. None of his four children are capable of taking on the responsibility. The company will either be dismantled and sold off by the major shareholder, or it will be taken advantage of by the Wang family or other forces. It will not be able to withstand the ravages of the storm.

"The Spirit Binding and Commanding Cultivation Manual you want is not up for discussion; what is up for discussion is your daughter's life. Name your price, Chairman Feng. You have three chances to bid. If you meet my expectations, the deal will be done."

Jiang Mo made the final decision.

"..."

Feng Zhenghao's expression was complicated. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but hesitated for a long time, standing there stunned.

"Zhuge, what is the price of gold today?" Jiang Mo asked softly.

"Uncle-Master, wait a moment, let me check."

Zhuge Yu quickly took out his phone and used his finger as a pen to write a text search. After a while, he looked up and said, "256 per gram."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo picked up the paper and pen on the table. Using the standard of 31.25 grams per tael in the Republic of China era, and taking into account inflation, he wrote down the price as 300,000 taels of gold, totaling 24 billion, and handed it to You Sha, asking her to use the exchange rate to verify Feng Zhenghao's quote as a witness.

"President Feng, I have no interest in raising prices on the spot. The price has already been written down and it will not be changed."

"You have time to consider this carefully before you act."

"good....."

Feng Zhenghao's palms were sweating. He breathed heavily and, after a few minutes, gave his first offer: "5 million...?"

You Sha remained silent, only shaking her head in denial.

The first opportunity failed, and Feng Zhenghao was under immense pressure. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Even though Tianxia Group had a market value of 3000 billion, the cash flow that could be provided was not much while maintaining the normal operation of the company's capital chain.

"Dad..."

Feng Xingtong's voice sounded somewhat panicked. With only two chances left, he was willing to go bankrupt to save his sister. After all, the family business could be rebuilt later, but if she was gone, everything would be lost.

Every second felt agonizingly long. Feng Zhenghao let out a sigh of relief and made a decisive statement: "15 billion."

As expected, he was met with You Sha's denial again. The white paper she held between her fingers held the fate of Feng Sha Yan.

With only one chance left, Feng Zhenghao was exhausted and hesitated for a long time. He thought of his company, his family, and himself. In a short moment, he felt lost and helpless. After working hard for two or three decades, he was about to end up with nothing. No one could recover from this immediately.

It felt as if a thousand-pound hammer had struck his chest, and he was in excruciating pain. Yet, this once-powerful business tycoon did not falter; he sighed deeply.

"28."

This is the maximum amount of money Feng Zhenghao can currently provide to ensure the livelihood of his other children and to provide the initial capital for the Feng family's resurgence.

"Good, good business."

Jiang Mo turned his head and instructed, "Zhuge, take a look at Chairman Feng's daughter."

"Yes, uncle."

Zhuge Yu left with Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan, heading to the ward where they were to recover.

Then, You Sha handed the white paper to Feng Zhenghao, on which was written the converted figure of 24 billion.

He glanced at it, somewhat lost in thought.

The smile that appeared on his lips was hard to tell if it was bitter or relieved. He bowed again and said:

"Senior, I am deeply grateful and will never forget your kindness."

Chapter 291: Borrowing Strength

Repairing the body's Qi (vital energy) requires a little time; half an hour passes in the blink of an eye.

Feng Zhenghao was talking to Jiang Mo in Qingxin Hall. After a night of hasty arrangements, he did what he could, but in the end, he still couldn't wait for his daughter to wake up. What came first was the ringing of his cell phone in his pocket.

The caller ID displayed the name Huang Boren from Nadutong, who was the acting chairman after Zhao Fangxu was suspended from his post.

"......"

Knowing he had nowhere to escape, Feng Zhenghao chose to answer the phone and negotiate with him.

"Where are you? President Feng, we're coming to pick you up."

"No need to trouble you, I'll go over there."

"it is good."

With just a few words, the two sides reached a consensus and the call ended.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Zhenghao descended the mountain and boarded a private helicopter to head to the company headquarters.

soon.

Feng Shayan, who had just recovered from a serious illness, woke up. Feng Xingtong fulfilled his father's promise and would handle all the transfer matters. Zhuge Yu then escorted them down the mountain.

Before leaving, they were given two protective magical artifacts to ensure their lives would not be in danger until all the funds were transferred.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Jiang Mo was making tea in the courtyard when he casually took a picture of the materials list written by You Sha. He then contacted the person in charge of the material procurement channel left by Lu You in the United States and entrusted them to send it over via magic array within a week. The required funds were also settled in advance.

"Uncle-Master, someone from the company wants to have a talk with you."

Lu Jin, having finished his morning exercise, walked from the training ground on the back mountain. His phone was on a call, and the person waiting on the other end was Zhao Fangxu.

"Ah."

Jiang Mo took Lu Jin's phone, turned on the microphone that was off, and asked first, "Is it urgent? Please speak frankly."

"Senior Jiang, are you aware of what happened in the industry yesterday?"

"I know," Jiang Mo replied truthfully.

"..."

Zhao Fangxu paused for a few seconds, seemingly reviewing an emergency plan, and then said slowly and deliberately, "If you already know, then let's be frank."

"What's past is past. We will neither investigate nor confiscate the origins of your sect's unique skills. However, there is one condition that is not too unreasonable: you will have to deal with a little trouble. If the Quanzhen sect asks you to return the Eight Extraordinary Skills, you must not agree."

"We hope you can understand our difficulties. After all, this strange thing involves too many people. Once it spreads, many ordinary people will be affected."

“Especially after the baby came back yesterday, he told me that the Body Refining Furnace made with the Double-Handed and Divine Refinement techniques has the ability to transform ordinary people into superhumans. This is a very dangerous thing. The company has already sent people to Nasen to look for it.”

"Furthermore, I'm not sure what the Quanzhen sect is thinking. If things get out of hand, do you think... we should go easy on them?"

Zhao Fangxu's demands were simple, consisting of only two points: first, that the Sanyi Sect not release its secret techniques; and second, that no one should die as a result.

Given the profound nature of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, they are enough to stir up the domestic world of supernatural beings once again. With the combined strength of the various factions of Quanzhen, they certainly cannot protect such a treasure. If it attracts the attention of the Quanxing demons and exiled evil cultivators, who then fight to the death, the consequences will be quite serious, which is a development trend that the company absolutely does not want to see.