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

Zhao Fangxu couldn't guess what Jiang Mo was planning, so he came ahead to test him.

"it is good."

Without a moment's hesitation, Jiang Mo agreed to Zhao Fangxu's request. He understood the company's intentions and was willing to cooperate with their work.

"Okay, I'm relieved to hear that."

Fatty Zhao on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

In fact, for someone like Jiang Mo, whose individual status is greater than the entire world of superhumans, the company's priority is to win him over. As long as he doesn't get involved in the struggles between superhuman forces, there's basically nothing to worry about.

"Furthermore... Senior, if they wish for your permission to cultivate extraordinary skills and inherit the Daoist tradition within your sect, I humbly request that you refuse them as well."

Zhao Fangxu still had some concerns and added:

"Although it is somewhat unethical to do this, you are not the one who went to Tongtian Valley to steal things. You are the one who robbed the thief of his stolen goods. How to deal with them is up to you. Outsiders have no right to comment."

"As long as you don't give in, the company has plenty of ways to help you resolve the conflicts with those factions."

"I know what I'm doing, you don't need to worry about it."

Jiang Mo exchanged a few pleasantries with him and then hung up the phone.

Chengzhen, Zhuge Yu, and Lu Jin, who were standing nearby, overheard the entire conversation. They realized that this outcome left the sect with considerable room for maneuver. With the company's assistance and the sect's resources, they could minimize the potential conflict with Quanzhen.

"Uncle-Master, what do you think about the scriptures on the fourth floor? Should we continue to preserve them or destroy them?"

Over the years, Chengzhen never considered it a treasure belonging to his sect, nor was he ever interested in it.

Even among the disciples within the sect, very few had access to them. Apart from Zhuge Yu, who assisted in cultivating Feng Hou and Shen Ji, and a few elders who couldn't endure the hardship and junior brothers with slightly weaker talents who relied on the Six Treasuries Immortal Thief to get through a difficult period, the other extraordinary skills were simply left to gather dust in the attic.

"That's not something we should be thinking about. There's no need to destroy it; just leave it there."

"I wouldn't mind returning them to Quanzhen, but times have changed, and there are more things to consider..."

"Jingle Bell!"

"Jingle Bell!"

Before he could finish speaking, the phone rang again. It was Lu Linglong calling. As a disciple of the abbot of the Baiyun Temple of the Quanzhen Dragon Gate, Jiang Mo could already guess her intentions and those of her sect when she called.

"beep--"

The call connected, and a clear, pleasant voice rang out: "Hello, is this Grandfather? Is Grand Tutor Jiang inside? My master..."

“It’s me, Linglong. Let them talk to me.”

Jiang Mo didn't want to involve the children. Linglong was both Lu Jin's great-granddaughter and a disciple of Quanzhen Sect, putting her in a difficult position. So he asked her to hand the phone to the sect leader.

"Oh... okay, here you go, Master."

The abbot of Baiyun Temple took the phone and, in his first remote conversation with Jiang Mo, greeted him with utmost respect:

"Senior Jiang, have I disturbed you? I have long admired you, and it is an honor to have this opportunity to speak with you today."

"No need for formalities. Since you are Linglong's master, just speak your mind."

Jiang Mo slowly poured tea, while his disciple listened patiently.

"Alright... then my next words may have been a little too harsh, please forgive me, senior."

"Ah."

"May I ask where you obtained your Eight Extraordinary Skills, senior?" the abbot of Baiyun Temple pressed.

"In 1944, during the Jia Shen Rebellion, before Wu Gensheng led eight people to comprehend the Ziyang Jade Disc, he placed a restriction on them, requiring them to pass on any extraordinary skills they acquired afterward. At that time, I had finished my seclusion and entered the world to kill the demon, and thus I obtained the extraordinary skills."

Jiang Mo made no attempt to hide anything and treated everyone with honesty.

"After you killed Wugensheng, why didn't you tell us anything? Could it be that you, senior, also... sigh... I can't bring myself to say such a thing."

The abbot of Baiyun Temple sighed, and several elderly people and some fellow disciples were listening beside him.

"Whether it was the matter of the Purple Sun Jade Disc or the Eight Extraordinary Skills, if I had told you about them back then, or given them all to you, in those chaotic times, fortune and misfortune were unpredictable."

"As far as I know, the newly appointed leader of Quanxing at that time was someone you couldn't handle, let alone other forces."

"Of course, this is not an excuse or a perfunctory response. Most importantly, I have no obligation to report to you proactively. I don't owe you anything, nor do you need to owe me anything."

"For you, the culprits have always been the thirty-six people led by Wugensheng."

Jiang Mo answered calmly without any hesitation. His fluent speech caused a brief silence on the other end, with only faint, chaotic breathing coming from the other end.

"As for what you mean by coveting your ancestor's unique skills, the cultivation methods for the eight extraordinary techniques are in my mind. So many years have passed, but I have never had any interest in them and have never cultivated them."

"The acquisition of it was unexpected, not something I schemed to do by digging and seizing from your ancestor's dojo; keeping it within the sect was merely to broaden the disciples' horizons. I killed the demon, so I have the right to dispose of everything he obtained, don't I?"

The abbot of Baiyun Temple was rendered speechless by the arguments. After this analysis, it was clear that the Sanyi Sect had not done anything wrong. Rather than blaming them, it would be better to blame the more important Thirty-Six Thieves.

At this moment, the old abbot sighed silently, took the phone, and said, "Senior, what you said makes sense... We agree."

"In those turbulent times of the past, only a terrestrial immortal like you could guard the Eight Extraordinary Skills without attracting outsiders' covetousness. If they had been given to us, we probably wouldn't have had the fortune to enjoy them."

"Alas... times have changed, and I will no longer hide anything from you. I just want to ask, senior, are you now willing to pass on your teachings to the various sects, including Quanzhen?"

“Special skills are not possessed by one family. The Golden Elixir School, also known as the Ziyang School, has been integrated into the various schools of Quanzhen. Only our family has a little Linglong who is close to you. That is why we from Longmen have come to discuss this with you. The other schools have gone to talk to the Celestial Master's Mansion, Wudang, the Feng family, and the Wang family.”

The old man's voice carried a hint of helplessness, yet also awe. In his youth, he had heard that this immortal had slaughtered the entire sect, leaving no one alive, and that his cultivation was unparalleled in the mortal realm.

If the other party is unwilling, even if all the Quanzhen sects unite to exert pressure, it will be useless.

Once upon a time, the old abbot was one of Jiang Mo's many admirers in the martial arts world. His powerful and awe-inspiring realm was comparable to that of an immortal.

“I know the connection between the Golden Elixir Sect and you, and I understand your predicament. I am even more willing to pass on the teachings to you.”

"But all the potential consequences of doing so have made the company not allow us to do it; I respect their position and will not interfere with your choice. All the Quanzhen sects are with me and can obtain the complete Eight Extraordinary Techniques at any time, provided that you discuss and agree on a mutually acceptable solution with the company."

Chapter 292 Do you think I dare?

The company always stands on the side of the majority of ordinary people. The emergence of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, with the effects of the Dual-Handed Technique and the Divine Refined Weapon on transforming superhumans, is an uncontrollable disaster for them.

Moreover, there are six other types. Once they are all returned to the Quanzhen sects, regardless of whether they have the ability to protect them, who knows how the stable order in each jurisdiction will be destroyed by other supernatural beings.

If the Eight Extraordinary Skills were kept within the Sanyi Sect, no one could forcibly take them away, and all the covetousness would not cause the slightest ripple.

Jiang Mo rarely interacts with the company, but the lives of ordinary people and extraordinary people are of equal importance to him.

He would be indifferent to the deaths of many who plotted against the Eight Extraordinary Techniques if they were leaked out, but he did not want to see innocent civilians implicated. This was the main reason why he and the company reached a consensus.

The company needs to minimize instability as much as possible within its capabilities. Sanyimen understands their intentions and takes this opportunity to ease tensions with fellow Quanzhen practitioners and avoid direct conflict.

After a brief conversation, the old abbot of Baiyun Temple felt a little relieved. The promise he received was that the Sanyi Sect was willing to pass on their teachings to them without any reservations. Now, the biggest problem was actually with the company.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the old man solemnly asked into the microphone again, "Senior, a man's word is his bond?"

"A single word can be considered true."

Jiang Mo put down the teapot and said casually:

"When you can convince the company, then let Linglong bring you over and pack up those eight scrolls to take away."

“Very well...then, on behalf of the disciples of the temple, I would like to express my deepest gratitude to you.”

The old abbot's voice sounded as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He believed in Jiang Mo's reputation and character, and thought he wouldn't deceive a junior like this.

"polite."

"That was originally yours, but times have changed, and now we need to go through some more complicated procedures."

"We are both from the Xuanmen lineage, there's no need to make things too tense."

Jiang Mo's gentle attitude earned the old abbot's increasing respect, and he said with a sense of shame:

"I have listened to your teachings and benefited greatly. Today's matter was indeed presumptuous of your unfilial disciple, and I apologize for my rude words."

"It's alright. Since it involves the relics of the Daoist tradition, there's no need to hide it. What's there to hide? It's just human nature."

Language is merely a tool for expressing emotions and achieving goals; Jiang Mo has no reason to take a junior who may be a hundred years younger than him too seriously.

The two sides got along quite well, and each gave the other face, resulting in a temporary easing of tensions regarding the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

......

On the same morning, two leaders of the Quanzhen Pure Yang Sect and Qingjing Sect, along with several elders and disciples, went to Wudang Mountain to discuss the ownership of the Feng Hou Qi Men.

The Wudang leaders, including Zhou Meng and Daoist Yunlong, were under immense pressure and were reprimanded to the point of looking embarrassed, yet they were unable to refute the accusations. Even if it wasn't their doing, the root cause was that Zhou Sheng was indeed from Wudang, and Wang Ye's fertility was obtained improperly.

The conclusion reached by the two sect leaders, Chunyang and Qingjing, was that they would not only retrieve the relevant scriptures of Feng Hou Qi Men, but also abolish Wang Ye's cultivation.

Master Yunlong refused, and Sect Leader Zhou Meng repeatedly declined, claiming that he did not know Wang Ye's whereabouts and had already expelled him. During the argument, the disciples of both sides almost came to blows.

One side was filled with rage, and the patriarch's secret techniques were stolen and circulated in the world, which was intolerable to them.

One side endured the accusations and repeatedly explained that Zhou Sheng had been expelled from Wudang many years ago and his fate was unknown. As for Wang Ye's origins as Feng Hou, they had no idea.

Thus, the two sides remained locked in a stalemate for a long time until the arrival of an old friend of the Chunyang Sect Leader, which further intensified the conflict between them.

The old man was dressed in a gray robe and held a dark cloth banner. He was skilled in divination, came from the Iron Plate Immortal lineage, and was over a hundred years old. He was hunched over and was respectfully helped in by a disciple of Chunyang.

"!!!"

In that instant, Zhou Meng's expression changed drastically, his previous composure completely gone. He recognized the newcomer as none other than the old sect leader of the Iron Plate Immortal Sect, who was extremely skilled in divination.

"I searched high and low without finding it, but then it came to me without any effort."

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, do I need to make myself any clearer?"

The old man threw out several bone artifacts to perform a divination. After obtaining the answer, he did not expose Zhou Meng to his face, but still gave him some leeway.

However, both Chunyang and Qingjing, the two leaders, were seasoned veterans, so how could they not understand the implied meaning?

The person is in Wudang.

The room fell silent. Zhou Meng was about to break down under the pressure. Just as Yunlong was about to get up to explain, he was grabbed by Zhou Meng.

"Fellow Daoist Yue, do you think Wudang is easy to bully by making baseless accusations like this?!"

The old man's words carried a hint of feigned anger, but to protect Wang Ye and Feng Houtu, he had no choice but to persist.

"Who bullied whom? Zhou Meng! Let me tell you, this isn't over!"

The Pure Yang Sect Leader's face was ashen, and he tore off the mask of politeness, saying:

"Your elder brother stole the secret techniques of the Fifth Patriarch of the Southern School of Quanzhen. Do you think that's reasonable? If I were to forcibly enter the back mountain of your Wudang Mountain today and desecrate the tombs of your patriarchs, what would you do then?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful sect leader suddenly emitted a fiery aura that spread around him, filling the entire reception hall with scorching heat and creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere. His eyes were filled with anger, and he seemed ready to make a move at any moment.

"How dare you!" a Wudang elder shouted.

"Do you think I dare?"

The Pure Yang Sect Leader's voice was like cold iron, and his eyes were as sharp as sword light.

His patience was wearing thin, especially after receiving corroboration from his old friend. Wudang was still making excuses, and this attitude of turning black into white made it difficult for him to control his impulse.

"I'll say it one last time, Fellow Daoist Zhou: hand over the Feng Hou Scripture and depose Wang Ye, and we will not pursue Wudang any further!"

The leader of the Qingjing Sect also spoke at this moment; his hair was gray, and he stroked his beard and sighed.

"......"

Zhou Meng lost his voice; his head was throbbing. Judging from the Chunyang Sect Leader's demeanor, he was no bluff. With the help of the old sect leader Tiebanxian, they probably already knew Wang Ye's exact location. The cave was also inhabited by three fellow disciples who had failed in their cultivation of Feng Hou.

Once they find that place, a bloody battle is inevitable.

He lacked the courage to stop the two enraged sect leaders, and he was unwilling to hand over Feng Hou and cripple Wang Ye's cultivation.

Just as he was hesitating, the old master of the Iron Plate Immortal Sect seemed to see through his dilemma, and while pulling his friend back, suggested:

"In my humble opinion, why don't we each take a step back?"

"After the wind has passed, the item has been returned to its rightful owner. As for that junior, from this day forward, Wudang must expel him from the sect, instead of engaging in self-deception. Let his fate be determined by destiny. What do you say?"

This condition, though seemingly a concession, is actually even more excessive than what Chunyang proposed. The former allows one to live even with their cultivation abolished, while the latter would result in expulsion from the sect and certain death if found in secret.

The old master of the Iron Plate Immortal sect was indeed skilled in negotiation, and his approach was in line with Zhou Meng's bottom line for compromise. After weighing the options, the old man wavered.

Following this, the leader of the Qingjing Sect ordered his disciples and followers to leave and wait outside.

Master Yunlong also left with his fellow disciples from Wudang, leaving only four elderly men in the vast hall.

Zhou Meng looked at the group, still making a final effort, and said:

"I'll give you the picture of Feng Hou that you wanted;"

"It's about the little guy. We need to discuss it further. He's a promising talent from Wudang, and his crime doesn't warrant death. Gentlemen, I won't back down on this."