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

Just then, the two new directors also made progress in their talks with several heads of other departments. The reply they received was that a week earlier, they had written a report requesting that all members of the Trinity School, including the Trinity School, be placed under the jurisdiction of a certain department.

During the week-long discussion, the heads of various departments, out of consideration for practicality and to give face to the three individuals, unanimously voted to pass the resolution.

In other words, from this moment on, the company will no longer have jurisdiction over Sanymen.

The two directors exchanged views with Huang Boren. They were not in a position to reveal the information to the Quanzhen people, but urged the abbot of Baiyun Temple and others to complete the handover of the extraordinary skills as soon as possible.

At 5:30, the group boarded a helicopter and set off for Sanyi Gate.

.......

evening.

In front of the Qingxin Hall, the afterglow of dusk bathed the entire Dao Palace. Lu Jin and Chengzhen were brewing tea and playing chess, while several young disciples were sweeping up fallen leaves and branches around them.

Jiang Mo was feeding the bullet ants that were still developing, while Zhuge Yu waited by his side, occasionally using his teleportation technique to catch some insects from the woods behind the mountain.

"Uncle-Master, do you really think they can understand human speech?"

"No."

Jiang Mo looked at the bullet ant with a body like lava clinging to his fingertip and couldn't help but smile:

"The little creatures don't have ears; they rely on their antennae to sense pheromones to communicate with their kind. Of course, language isn't the only way to communicate; you can also interact with their spiritual consciousness using the thoughts nurtured by your soul."

"Want to try it?"

"Shall I take a look?"

Zhuge Yu understood his uncle's meaning and immediately imitated him. Invisibly, countless strands of thought appeared between his brows, flying swiftly like tentacles to a bullet ant, trying to call it closer.

Sure enough, the bullet ant moved toward his palm and devoured the insect that had been placed there.

"Hey! That's amazing!"

Zhuge Yu's eyes lit up. Without the need for language, simple fragments of meaning appeared in his mind, allowing him to easily perceive the emotional fluctuations of the bullet ant.

"Uncle-Master, Xianshu is looking for you."

Chengzhen's phone vibrated. After answering the call and exchanging a few pleasantries, she gently pushed the phone, suspending it in front of Jiang Mo.

"Zhuge, keep an eye on these little guys for me."

"Alright, don't worry." Zhuge Yu leaned closer to observe the spirit pets.

Jiang Mo answered the phone: "Xianshu, what is it?"

"Uncle-Master, have you had your dinner? Your disciple sends his greetings."

Xian Shu first greeted them, then explained his purpose: "The matter I mentioned to you before I left has been settled."

"Oh? So that means I'm under your control from now on?"

Jiang Mo couldn't help but joke that since the end of the North Cole campaign, his existence had attracted the attention of many behind-the-scenes manipulators. Regardless of his stance or thoughts, it was perfectly normal for those in charge and high-ranking positions to be wary of him.

Xian Shu, Yu Huai, and a few others had also mentioned it to him, explaining the reasons behind it.

Jiang Mo is now nothing less than a human-shaped high-yield nuclear bomb. In fact, according to some research PhDs' calculations of the battlefield ruins, his true potential is far greater than that. Most high-ranking officials with influence are trying to win him over.

There are beings of his level within the territory, but they mostly hide underground or in remote places. They have a completely different civilization from humans, are highly intelligent beings, and are unwilling to negotiate with humans. They will intermittently break out into conflict, making them a thorn in the side.

The departments hidden behind the scenes maintain order in various places, deal with all kinds of supernatural events and invaders of civilizations. Although they have relatively strong combat personnel and various newly developed weapons, they always lack a heavyweight individual with the ability to suppress all evil spirits. Therefore, Jiang Mo is definitely the best choice.

Xian Shu and the others also took this opportunity to, on the one hand, complete the task of winning over Jiang Mo, which was desired by the decision-makers including themselves, and on the other hand, help their sect break free from the company's jurisdiction and be included in the work projects of the 'Extraterrestrial Life Research Institute' in the future.

Hearing the commander's joking words, Xian Shu quickly declined, saying:

"Oh, look at what you're saying, you flatter me. How could I dare to order you around? It would be more appropriate to let Master take care of you."

"However... if I ever encounter any problems that I can't solve in the future, could you please help me?"

"It depends on the situation. Some things I can't help with just because I want to. I need to ask the heavens and my own conscience, and think thrice before I act. But some things are different. Even if you don't ask, I will help you as appropriate. The two cannot be generalized."

"You've worked hard too, child..."

"When you can no longer endure it and have successfully retired, come back and spend more time with your master. There will always be a place for you in the sect."

Jiang Mo spoke earnestly, his gaze fixed on the distant, magnificent sky, feeling refreshed and lost in thought.

He had not interacted with the world for a long time, going into seclusion, traveling, cultivating, and so on in a cycle, and his attachment to the world was becoming less and less.

a hundred years.

Two hundred years?

Three hundred years?

It was truly a long and uncertain road. Jiang Mo couldn't see the end of his lifespan, nor did he know what kind of ultimate life form he would become if he continued down this path. But he was certain and clear that there would come a day when everything in the sect would change and people would be gone.

He was indifferent to worldly affairs, and all he wanted to do was cherish the present moment and spend each ordinary day with his disciples. To him, this was already more than enough.

Chapter 297 Extremely Dangerous, Uncontainable Level

"Disciples are taught."

"As I get older, all my bones ache terribly. I estimate that in another three to five years, I'll have to give way to other younger people."

Xian Shu was filled with emotion. His health was deteriorating and he wouldn't last much longer. He only wanted to make some contributions in the final stages, to train new people and make work arrangements.

"Have you slacked off in your cultivation?" Jiang Mo asked.

"To my shame... time flies, and my talent, skill, and diligence are all inferior to my master, uncle, and fellow disciples, so I have struggled to enter the third level."

Xian Shu's accumulated experience was never enough to support him in breaking through the third level. Unlike the previous generation of disciples who had worked hard, in their generation, Jiang Mo had cleared away all obstacles, and the sect was ranked first among the Xuanmen sects. They lacked nothing in terms of Dharma companions, land, and wealth.

With such favorable conditions, even if these disciples cultivated diligently, they still couldn't get past the third level. The Five Prefectures Treasure Land was like an insurmountable mountain, shattering their hopes time and time again.

Reaching the second level of perfection is not difficult; the real challenge lies in the transformation from the second to the third level. The difference is as thin as a hair's breadth, akin to the difference between immortals and mortals.

Those with exceptional talent, like Shuiyun and Changqing, reached the second level of perfection before Xianshu and Yuhuai. They endured countless near-death experiences, like elixirs being refined in a furnace of the Five Elements, and spent decades breaking through barriers before finally achieving a breakthrough. How much more so for these later disciples?

"......"

Jiang Mo remained silent, realizing that the times and the environment had changed.

Having experienced the ups and downs of their sect, Zhuge, Changqing, and Shuiyun were filled with pent-up frustration and determined to break through the third level. Their willpower was as strong as that of the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains. As long as they persevered, no matter how long it took, they would eventually get closer to the end.

The other disciples were different... They didn't have that extremely strong desire, and if they slacked off even slightly along the way, they would have to spend dozens of times more energy and time to make up for it.

Triple difficulty, as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Seeing her uncle remain silent, seemingly displeased, Xian Shu quickly changed the subject: "Uncle, do you know your and the sect's ranking?"

"I don't know."

Recalling the past, Jiang Mo missed his senior brother, Shui Yun, and Li Qing especially. However, they were traveling all over the world, refining their hearts in the mortal realm, and wanted to take another step forward to break through to the second level of the Profound Fate Realm. It was inconvenient for him to disturb them.

"Let me tell you about the danger level of supernatural beings in our country. We currently classify them into four levels: A, B, C, and D. Each level has 1 to 9 grades. The lower the number, the more dangerous they are. Among them, A is extremely dangerous and uncontrollable. Humanity's existing weapons cannot pose a threat to them."

"B, C, and D are levels that we can control, contain, capture, research, and destroy by pooling our resources and paying different costs. Non-human species are particularly prevalent here."

“There are social creatures from underground, and alien life that has arrived in our world through other spatial rifts or wormholes. There are also various creatures that are similar to humans in family and genus, but have taken different evolutionary paths.”

"Do you remember the Holy Prison and the List that you fought before? They are quite representative demi-human creatures. I rated them as D4, while Behemoth's bio-weapons are C6."

“Rank is not the only reference standard for strength. Since the elders in the sect are all human and have no criminal record, the sect’s overall rating is D7, which is a free and safe stage, and there is no need to follow them secretly.”

“Levels after D5 require close monitoring. Unfortunately, you are A4, but we have no way to track and monitor A-levels.”

Xian Shu slowed her speech slightly and asked earnestly, "Do you... understand what I mean?"

"Ah."

Jiang Mo was not surprised by his introduction.

He had known for a long time that there were powerful non-human creatures in this world, such as the corpses in the Tengshe Ancient Land, or the mountain spirits that dwelled in the primeval forests of Suzhen Mansion.

Xian Shu's implication was also clear: Jiang Mo was free, and the staff of the Extraterrestrial Life Research Institute could not directly contain him, but Xian Shu, Yu Huai, and the others would bear the primary responsibility for all the consequences of his actions.

"Oh! By the way, some people from the company came to me this afternoon to ask about your jurisdiction. I have communicated with them. As for the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, you can handle it as you see fit."

"If they try to pressure you, don't pay them any mind. The authority to investigate and handle matters concerning you and your sect is in my hands. They have to get my consent first."

"it is good."

Jiang Mo chuckled softly, not taking it to heart.

The call lasted nearly twenty minutes, but Xianshu had other important matters to attend to, so she hurriedly hung up.

Since the phone was on speakerphone, Chengzhen, Zhuge Yu, and Changqing, who were all present, could hear it. They couldn't help but smile, thinking that it would be best to avoid dealing with the company in the future.

Lu Jin scrolled through his phone screen and learned from the Ten Elders group that the Quanzhen sects had been attacked. He handed it to Jiang Mo and advised him:

"Uncle-Master...how about you change your mind?"

"Whether the Eight Extraordinary Techniques are handed over to fellow practitioners or to the company, it is not necessarily safe. At first, you may have thought they could keep them, but now it seems that this is not the case. Releasing these things will have endless consequences."

After saying that, he played two more audio messages, one from Zhang Zhiwei and the other from Tian Jinzhong.

"Old Lu, try to persuade your uncle. We can't contact him, so the Eight Extraordinary Techniques can't be released. Our Celestial Master's Mansion had no choice but to have Chu Lan return them. Now that someone has been indirectly killed, we regret it now."

“Yes, Lao Lu, the situation at Wudang is the same. As soon as the items are released, people are dying. And this is just the beginning. If it really doesn’t work, you can discuss with Master Jiang and see if you can destroy them.”

Jiang Mo only remembered that he had left his phone in his dormitory for several days after hearing the advice from his two old acquaintances.

"Uncle-Master, what do you think?"

"..."

Jiang Mo hesitated briefly, but before he could reply, Zhuge Yu's eyes flashed as he noticed six helicopters breaking into the magic array outside the mountain gate. He immediately reported this.

"Uncle-Master, someone is approaching the mountain gate. They seem to be from the Company and Quanzhen Sect. Should we let them in?"

"An agreement has been reached so quickly? Welcome in."

Jiang Mo gave his permission.

Before their plane landed smoothly and they ascended the mountain steps, Zhuge Yu instantly teleported the three directors, two regional managers, two temporary workers, eight permanent workers, the abbot of Baiyun Temple, and all the elders and disciples to the front of the hall.

sunset.

Bathed in radiant light, the ancient pavilions stood tall and majestic, resembling a sacred place on earth.

A young man dressed in black with white hair sat on a grand chair. Accompanying him were three middle-aged men and a young man, all dressed in white with snow-white hair, their auras unfathomable.

The company and the Quanzhen group were all astonished.

They were completely stunned by what they saw. Just moments ago, they were walking in the mountains and forests, dozens of meters away from the long steps leading up the mountain. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were brought here, ignoring the distance.

"This junior, Xu Nianheng, from Baiyun Temple, has come with his disciples to pay respects to Senior Chenqing."

The abbot of Baiyun Temple bowed deeply, his heart churning with turmoil. Unlike his gentle and approachable demeanor during the phone call, the moment they met, he had a strong sense of disbelief that the young man before him was a celestial being, untouched by the world's grime.

"Greetings, Senior Chen Qing!!"

The elders and disciples behind the abbot of Baiyun Temple spoke in unison, unable to contain their excitement and filled with admiration for this towering figure in the world of extraordinary beings.

"Huang Boren, who is well-known in all places, greets Senior Jiang." The company staff also gave the routine greeting.

Wang Zhenqiu, standing in the crowd, had his pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints. The elder in front of him, who had lived for an unknown amount of time, had an appearance untouched by the ravages of age.

His power was so terrifying that it was beyond description, far surpassing any special being he had encountered in previous missions.

Is this really the limit that humans can reach?

Just as he was lost in thought, the fleshy creature hidden in his pocket slowly peeked out from his clothes. It trembled all over and turned pale with fear after just one glance at Jiang Mo, and hurriedly shrank back.

"This is deadly..."

"This is deadly..."

The Pu Ling Star People, resembling fleshy Ganoderma lucidum, were filled with unease. A strong intuition told them that this place was definitely not a place for friendly people.

Not to mention the young man in black, the other white-haired men were equally terrifyingly strong. Their life energy was as vast as a swaying ocean, stretching as far as the eye could see. They were like monsters wearing human skin.

Basic greetings and etiquette are quickly passed.

Jiang Mo sized up the abbot of Baiyun Temple, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a thin build, who was nearly sixty years old and was looking at him with eyes full of piety and reverence.

"Have you reached an agreement with the company?"

"Yes, senior."

The abbot of Baiyun Temple nodded in agreement.

The entire place was so quiet you could hear a leaf fall. The many elders and disciples could feel their hearts pounding and their blood heating up as they listened intently to the conversation between the two.