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

Seeing that he had relented, the two sect leaders, Chunyang and Qingjing, narrowed their eyes slightly and reiterated their demands:

“Okay... as long as he doesn’t use Feng Hou again or pass it on to outsiders, we won’t cause him any trouble.”

"Really?" Zhou Meng frowned.

"We can swear a solemn oath to record today's conversation. If either of us breaks this oath first, it will be obvious to all."

It's difficult for the Chunyang Sect Leader to investigate what has already happened. He knows that Zhou Meng is here today, and unless he has to step over Zhou Meng's dead body, Zhou Meng will never let him touch that junior.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, how is it?"

"We have done more than enough," the Qingjing Sect Leader sighed.

"it is good."

Then, Zhou Meng opened his phone and made solemn vows to each of them.

The two sides reached a temporary settlement. Wudang was required to hand over Feng Hou and destroy the scriptures, and was not allowed to allow any of its descendants to cultivate them. In return, Chunyang and Qingjing sects would not deliberately target Wang Ye.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, to tell you the truth, how many disciples of your Wudang sect still cultivate Feng Hou?"

Faced with the concerns of the Chunyang Sect Leader, Zhou Meng sneered and admitted, "No, this weird thing can easily cause people to die."

"Let me make this clear beforehand: I absolutely did not tamper with the Feng Hou Tu, but if you practice it and either suffer qi deviation or die suddenly, don't try to frame Wudang."

The Chunyang Sect Leader didn't believe his nonsense. His previous claims that the King wasn't at Wudang were nothing but a clumsy lie to deceive others. Thinking this, he said confidently:

"Whether or not something was tampered with is not something you can decide on your own. Fellow Daoist Zhou, please produce the Feng Hou Tu first, and we will have our own way of verifying it."

"There's no need to fake it; that's too unethical. Just because we say we'll return it to you doesn't mean it's anything good."

Zhou Meng murmured to himself, a shadow of gloom appearing in his eyes. He reached into his robes, took out a roll of blueprints that he had prepared beforehand, and slowly placed it on the table.

"The Feng Hou Qi Men technique is right here."

"It has a very strong influence on people. Those with weak cultivation who cannot understand it are spared a life. If they can understand it, it is no different from being trapped in a quagmire."

When Zhou Meng said this, he thought of the three senior brothers who had died, and suddenly felt a little sad.

"Is it?"

The leader of Chunyang Sect was about to unfold the Feng Hou Tu for inspection when Zhou Meng grabbed his wrist.

"If you want to see it, there's no rush. Let's see it after we leave Wudang."

Zhou Meng was genuinely wary of this sect leader. If Lian Fenghou were to die at Wudang, that would be a real problem.

After all, once you've seen this kind of skill, you're doomed forever, and getting out of it is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

"it is good."

Then, the old sect leader of the Iron Plate Immortal Sect took out a jar of yellowish-brown medicine, shook it a couple of times, and smiled faintly at Zhou Meng:

"The Water of Truth, Fellow Daoist Zhou, you must have heard of it, right?"

"...I've heard of it."

Zhou Meng knew that this potion came from the sorcerers of the southern border. Once it was applied to the skin, the words spoken by them could be distinguished as true or false; the true one was colorless, while the false one was red.

He offered his hand, and the old master of the Iron Plate Immortal tilted the bottle, letting a few drops of the greenish-brown liquid fall out.

"despair....."

"despair....."

Under the watchful eyes of the three, Zhou Meng slowly said:

"The diagram of the wind after the storm that I gave you has no alterations or omissions. As long as you have enough comprehension and concentration, you can master it."

Finished.

The skin on his palms, stained with the medicine, gradually faded from a light green to colorless.

The two elder leaders, Chunyang and Qingjing, suddenly relaxed their slightly furrowed brows, their suspicions completely dispelled.

Chapter 293 Unexpected Recurrence

Half past nine in the morning.

The leaders of Chunyang and Qingjing sects, along with Feng Houtu and dozens of disciples, left Wudang by carriage.

Half an hour later, as we passed through a suburban area, dark clouds covered the entire sky. Amidst lightning and thunder, a chilling wind howled, as if ghosts and gods were weeping.

The once clear weather turned dark in an instant, as oppressive as the night before a storm. There were no more vehicles on the highway, only the vast plains, eerily silent, and an ominous atmosphere quickly spread.

"Oh!"

"Squeak-"

"Bang!!"

Sharp stones suddenly appeared on the flat ground, puncturing tires. Six black cars lost control due to inertia and were nearly overturned. The drivers frantically slammed on the brakes and swerved the steering wheel to bring the cars to a stop on the side of the road.

"Oops!"

"There's an ambush!!"

Before the elder could say anything more, several deafening roars suddenly exploded in their ears. Caught off guard, more than twenty disciples with slightly weaker cultivation levels bled from their mouths and noses, their eyes rolled back, and they immediately fainted.

"call out!!!"

"Bang!!"

Another whooshing sound came, and dense black pebbles, more ferocious than bullets, shattered all the car windows. The elders present all took action, gathering their Qi into a powerful force to resist the hundreds of black pebbles. In an instant, numerous cracks appeared, and the car was almost unable to hold on.

"That is...?"

The Pure Yang Sect Leader looked astonished as he saw four terrifying Yin spirits before him.

They were enormous, like mythical beasts resurrected. From the rolling black energy that swirled around their bodies, a gaunt figure gradually emerged. His face was covered by a rusty iron mask, concealing his true appearance, and his voice was old and hoarse.

"Gentlemen, now that we have obtained the wind, why not let me have a look?"

"If you are willing to let go, I will not harm your lives."

"Who the hell are you?!"

The sect leader, Qingjing, demanded an explanation in a stern voice, his whisk flashing with starlight as he prepared for a fierce battle.

Even the old sect leader of the Iron Plate Immortal Sect and the head of the Pure Yang Sect showed expressions of fear.

The four evil spirits were far more powerful than they had imagined; they were even close to developing flesh and blood, and their faint breathing made their hands and feet go numb.

Perhaps on a whim, the old man played a terrifying joke on everyone.

"Zhou Sheng."

"It's you, you beast?!"

Upon hearing this, the leader of Chunyang Sect was furious. He drew his sword and joined forces with the others to surround and trap him.

"it's me."

The old man let out a chilling laugh. He slightly opened his mouth, and in an instant, four ferocious evil spirits were swallowed into his body, causing his Qi to surge wildly to a terrifying level.

"Who...who are you?!"

The old sect leader of the Iron Plate Immortal Sect was pounding with his heart and his face turned ashen. He had just secretly performed a divination but had not obtained any useful information.

"Buzz!"

The old man's figure vanished suddenly like a phantom mist. When he reappeared, he bypassed the crowd's obstruction and was within arm's reach of the old sect leader. He raised his hand like lightning, instantly seizing the throat and activating the secret technique, Soul Devouring.

"what!!!"

The old sect leader of the Iron Plate Immortal let out a mournful roar. His soul trembled violently inside his body, shattering into countless particles. His thin, sharp, eagle-claw-like five fingers emitted a strange suction force like a collapsing vortex, which devoured all the soul light in an instant.

"Pfft!"

"boom!!"

The leaders of Chunyang and Qingjing joined forces to counterattack. A beam of starlight swept away by a whisk firmly restrained the old man's figure as a distraction. In the next instant, a sharp longsword imbued with Chunyang True Qi pierced through the old man's heart.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Thick black energy oozed from the wound; it was a fatal blow, yet he didn't even try to dodge. The two sect leaders were shocked; the opponent's strength was definitely far above theirs.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, a demonic sound flooded his brain, causing unbearable pain. The Pure Yang Sect Leader was injured and his steps were unsteady.

The old man gave him no chance to react, and then struck him hard, first shattering his protective aura with a palm strike, causing him to cough up blood, and then snatching the Feng Hou Tu from his arms.

"boom!--"

The burst of Qi energy shocked the entire audience. The Chunyang Sect Leader was sent flying dozens of meters back like a cannonball, crashing into a car. The car door was severely dented and deformed, and his limbs and bones were almost shattered. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

The others dared not move rashly, feeling fearful, and began to retreat while maintaining a certain distance.

"Wow——!"

The old man ignored them, turned into black mist, and left.

Having survived the ordeal, the sect leader was still shaken, his eyes appearing somewhat gloomy, unsure whether it was Wudang's doing.

"Sect Leader!!"

"Uncle Master!!"

Everyone rushed to check on the condition of the Chunyang Sect Leader and hurriedly dialed for help.

.......

At the Celestial Master's Mansion, far away in Longhu Mountain, the Suishan Sect, Nanwu Sect, and Huashan Sect arrived together to denounce Zhang Chulan, who had become the new Celestial Master and had been cultivating for less than a month.

A large group of disciples and elders surrounded the hall where guests were received, while many high-ranking officials and disciples inside the Celestial Master's Mansion were not allowed to enter.

Zhang Lingyu, Rong Shan, and several other older disciples of Zhang Zhiwei waited quietly outside.

Their expressions were solemn, especially Zhang Lingyu, who felt extremely agitated whenever he thought of the great trouble caused by Zhang Chulan's ancestors, which implicated his own sect.

Inside the tightly closed hall, leaders from various sects gathered, including not only the three Quanzhen sects, but also the Lingbao, Shangqing, Shenxiao, and Qingwei sects of the Zhengyi sect, who had come to mediate.

At only 19 years old, Zhang Chulan was facing such a situation for the first time.

He sat beside the two advisors, his palms sweating, his lips pale, unable to control his panic, his nerves on edge.

Tian Jinzhong didn't say anything, but gently patted the back of his hand to signal him to calm down and not to panic.

This day will eventually come. Since the secret can't be kept, we should face it openly. Anyway, no matter how bad things get, my senior brother is here to watch over us. We can't just let outsiders kill this silly boy, can we?

Zhang Chulan's heart was still pounding. He met the cold eyes of the crowd, and a chill ran down his spine.

Sitting opposite the grandfather, grandfather, and grandson were 14 white-haired, aged-faced leaders of various sects. Their expressions were solemn, and the elder leader of the Huashan Sect was the first to ask a question:

"Master, if I may ask, in this matter, are you siding with your family or with what is right?"

"How can one side with one's own relatives instead of with what is right?"

Zhang Zhiwei calmly responded: "I can understand your feelings to some extent. How do you want to deal with this child? Just tell me."

"Okay, three points then."

"1. Return the two extraordinary techniques, Tongtianlu and Qitiyuanliu."

"2. Abolish Zhang Chulan's position as Celestial Master and pass it on to someone else."

3. Expelled from the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but Zhang Chulan was terrified. He couldn't forget the sniper his advisor had told him about some time ago, and he had even seen the sniper rifle—it was a truly formidable weapon.

Especially this morning, he was woken up by Rongshan in his sleep and saw the video that the advisor showed him. He was terrified. The person who killed him was actually an elder who was sworn brothers with Feng Zhenghao and his grandfather.

Zhang Chulan was truly terrified. He was no match for the power of these behemoths. Without the support of the Tongtian Talisman and the Qi Body Source Flow, the company would never dedicate all its resources to protecting him. Letting him leave the Celestial Master's Mansion would undoubtedly mean certain death.

Just as he was lost in thought, Zhang Zhiwei made a statement:

"I can return your extraordinary skills to you, but the second and third points are non-negotiable."

“As your senior brother, I admit that Zhang Huaiyi’s actions were heretical and immoral. If he were still alive, you could kill or torture him as you pleased, and I would not interfere.”

"As for this child, he is neither guilty nor deserving of death."

Faced with the old master's strong support for Zhang Chulan, the leader of the Suishan Sect frowned in displeasure, his beard twisted into a knot.

"But Celestial Master, don't you think it's inappropriate to let this child succeed as Celestial Master?"