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

"That's it."

Jiang Mo held eight scrolls in his palm, and with a slight exertion of his five fingers, he shattered them into dust. Along with them, the hopeful hearts of dozens of people also shattered. The Quanzhen disciples were all dejected, as if all their spirits had been drained.

The company's top executives all looked grim and were in a foul mood.

"Go back to where you came from, I won't see you off."

Jiang Mo's barrier forcibly squeezed out these visitors, and in an instant, he teleported them back to the sect on the mountaintop. The magic array isolated the inside and outside, leaving the Quanzhen and company people stranded in the quiet mountain forest, bewildered and helpless.

"company.....?"

"Ah!"

Helped up by his disciple, the abbot of Baiyun Temple, remembering the company's duplicity, was overcome with anger and sneered:

Is this how you help us?

"I'm sorry, we didn't think this through."

Huang Boren tried to explain the reason, but the other party refused to listen and left with the entire Quanzhen Longmen.

"Walk."

The two sides broke up unhappy.

At this moment, the abbot of Baiyun Temple felt an extreme level of disgust towards the company's board members.

If it weren't for their interference and obstruction, not to mention whether they would have been qualified to cultivate the extraordinary skills, at least those scriptures wouldn't have been destroyed.

.......

night.

News of the destruction of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques spread like wildfire, suspected to have been released by a disciple of the Quanzhen School, causing a stir in the martial arts world.

Those factions that were already unwilling to associate with the company became even more wary upon learning of the company's drastically different strategies.

There are even rumors circulating that the company wanted to seize the Eight Extraordinary Skills to strengthen its control over extraordinary individuals within the country, but unexpectedly, it made a wrong move and was overturned by the Sanyi Sect.

Having learned from past mistakes, the Huashan Sect, the Nanwu Sect, the Wang Family, and the Lü Family, despite pressure from the company's directors and regional managers, refused to relinquish their extraordinary skills. Those lurking in the shadows, eager to seize power, turned their attention to these prestigious and righteous sects.

The company's interrogation of Zhou Meng, the leader of Wudang, and several elders proceeded smoothly.

They sat on the wide benches and spoke the truth, declaring that the murders targeting the Chunyang and Qingjing factions were not their doing.

The trail went cold. Director Bi Youlong then narrowed down the general range of the murderer from the eyewitness testimonies and autopsy reports. His methods of controlling spirits and devouring souls were suspected to be related to the Wang family, the Feng family, the Northeast Shaman lineage, and the Liangshan Shamans.

However, because Zhou Sheng fled in a hurry the night before and his whereabouts are unknown, the company is unable to arrest him to verify the facts.

The next day, four o'clock in the morning.

The Nanwu Sect, which safeguards the source of Qi, was attacked at night by evil cultivators. The attack was fierce and consisted of 12 people. A fierce battle ensued between the Nanwu Sect and the evil cultivators. Both sides suffered casualties. Several evil cultivator masters were seriously injured and fled, while two elders of the Nanwu Sect died from exhaustion of Qi.

Same night.

Even the secluded Lüjia Village was invaded by thieves. Seven evil cultivators bypassed the company's informants' sentries and attempted to seize the Shuangquan Hand, but they triggered the Qi net that Lü Ci had set up in advance using the Ruyi Force. The faint Qi was as dense as silk, seeping into the ground, as calm as a lake.

Any slight movement, whether scaling walls or burrowing underground, will create ripples as long as it comes into contact with an object.

The village was eerily quiet. The Lü family members were confined to their homes and kept indoors. Only an old figure came with his hands behind his back.

"Lü Ci?!"

The seven raiders were quite surprised, especially after seeing that no one else was with them. They were even more eager to kidnap the victim immediately.

"Do you know why we're here, old man? Be quick and hand over the blood of your people, or will you come with us?"

"Huh? You think you can leave alive?"

As if he had heard a humorous joke, Lü Ci stretched out his hands, unleashing a torrent of lake-blue Qi. His hundred years of Ruyi Jin cultivation were on full display at this moment, and his calloused fingers also revealed streaks of scarlet light.

"call out!"

The evil cultivators suddenly attacked, and the seven of them surrounded and killed each other, each using their own methods.

"boom!"

Lu Ci swung his fist, and eighty-one powerful bursts of Qi suddenly appeared.

He fought back fiercely, deflecting the hidden weapons while striking the leader, seizing his wrist. The moment they made contact, the force surged through his limbs and bones, and Red Hand launched an attack.

The whip kick aimed at the old man's temple, carrying a terrifying aura, suddenly stiffened before it even hit.

"You... Ah!!!"

The evil cultivator let out a shrill scream, his face twisted like a vengeful ghost.

His bones suddenly turned to dust, and his right arm underwent an inexplicable transformation, becoming as brittle as paper and easily torn apart by Lü Ci, causing blood to gush out.

This evil cultivator, who had barely reached the Grandmaster level, was confident in his cultivation and believed he could at least hold his own for a few rounds. However, his internal organs were instantly mashed into a pulp, and he was severely injured. Before he could even react to what had happened, he was killed on the spot.

Chapter 301 Zhou Sheng's Hatred: Slaughtering Both Families

Red Hand possesses unparalleled physical regeneration abilities, having a thorough understanding of every tendon and every inch of flesh in the human body. When used as a means of attack, it is equally terrifying.

When Lü Ci makes physical contact with others, he can directly modify their bodies, causing their original physiological systems to collapse instantly.

If he wanted to, all the blood vessels in the human body would explode, and vital organs would exhibit various symptoms of decline and deformities.

Compared to the poisons secretly prepared by the Tang Clan, his Red Hand clearly has a stronger control over the human body. In addition to destroying the physical body, he can even create hallucinations by targeting sensory organs such as the eyes, brain, mouth, and nose, making it versatile.

Lu Ci had cultivated for over a hundred years and already possessed a cultivation level close to that of a supreme grandmaster. Since awakening his Red Hand last time, the bottleneck in his strength that had stagnated for many years had finally begun to loosen.

He has also been accelerating his training in Red Hand recently, and through the development of techniques, his strength is gradually increasing, and he is about to become a supreme grandmaster.

The strength at this level far surpasses that of a grandmaster; the two are worlds apart.

While most of humanity's firearms are still effective against them, the most difficult problem is how to hit them.

While a Grandmaster's movement speed is not as fast as a weapon, their keen senses are always superior to those of the weapon's user, and this alone is enough to allow them to roam freely.

For a supreme grandmaster to kill a seasoned grandmaster who has been cultivating for many years with his bare hands would be as easy as turning his hand over, just as a grandmaster could crush an ordinary extraordinary person.

Different cultivation paths involve masters in different fields, and there are also differences in strength.

For example, if there are three grandmasters in the fields of magic, martial arts, and medicine, in most cases, in terms of combat strength in life-or-death battles, the martial arts grandmaster would be the strongest, followed by the magic grandmaster, and the medicine grandmaster would be at the bottom.

The Lü family's secret martial art, Ruyi Jin, belongs to the ancient martial arts tradition.

Over the past few centuries, only a handful of predecessors have reached the Grandmaster realm, and Lü Ci is among them. Without the blessing of the Red Hand, his hope of reaching a new level in this life would be slim.

In the dark, narrow alleyway, Lü Ci walked step by step toward the other six evil cultivators, regarding them as lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Old man, you're that powerful?"

Some people felt a chill run down their spines and considered retreating. The sight of their companion's corpse lying limp on the ground sent shivers down their spines.

"Walk--!"

With a cold shout that sounded like thunder, the evil cultivators tried to scatter and escape.

"Humph."

A chilling killing intent flashed in Lü Ci's sinister eyes. He waved his hands, and one after another, streams of Qi energy, as simple and pure as flowing water, blasted out in all directions in the form of shockwaves, causing the walls of the streets along the way to collapse into ruins one after another.

Several plumes of blood mist bloomed in the void. The clothes of the evil cultivator who was hit were shattered, but his back was intact. The Qi energy passed through his body, but his chest was suddenly torn open with a bloody hole the size of a millstone, and his internal organs were crushed into mud.

"call out!"

This was a doomed battle of annihilation. Lü Ci relentlessly pursued them, killing all the way. The three remaining evil cultivators were ripped out of their bones and tendons by his red hand and perished in an instant.

.........

May 8, morning.

The video left behind by Duanmu Ying mentions the specific location of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley and the route to enter. Although the treasure has been hollowed out, the remaining wall marks in the valley possess a method to help people circulate Qi through the "Three Vehicles" technique, which is equally extraordinary.

After the destruction of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, various sects of Quanzhen, independent cultivators, and company employees immediately set off to explore the Qinling Mountains, and a chaotic scene quietly unfolded.

Meanwhile, under the company's interrogation of Zhou Meng, and with the help of a criminal profiler to draw and verify the image, Zhou Sheng's true appearance, suspected of intercepting and killing 11 people, was exposed. An arrest warrant was issued, and employees were dispatched to investigate and pursue him nationwide.

In an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, an elderly man with a shaved head and white eyebrows, dressed in a cassock, temporarily resides. He is none other than Zhou Sheng, who has fled nearly a thousand kilometers overnight.

Using the power of Feng Hou Qi Men, he established the central palace in his heart, commanding the seventy-two pentads. He could mobilize the innate Qi within his body to evolve the naturally formed and nurtured things within the formation, including even man-made puppets and tools.

He transformed into clouds and mist, traversing several provinces, all to avoid the cities where Wudang and Sanyi Sect were located. The face he wore now belonged to that unscrupulous bald monk who had sold him things like fire unicorns and crimson glass beads during the Luo Tian Conference.

After a night of running around, Zhou Sheng's fear only increased. No one knew how scared he was. Even Duanmu Ying, whose clones were spread all over the world, had been wiped out by Jiang Mo. How much more so would he, a remnant of the Jia Shen clan, be terrified on the mainland?

"call......"

Exhaling a breath of stale air and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhou Sheng took out his phone from his pocket, turned off airplane mode, and immediately received two messages that refreshed his screen after receiving a signal.

"Brother, you killed someone?"

"Are you a disciple of the Chunyang and Qingjing sects...?"

Zhou Sheng's pupils dilated slightly, and his face darkened. Someone was actually using his name to attack and kill members of the Quanzhen Sect?

This has blown up.

"Clang..."

He grasped several copper coins in his thin left hand and scattered them, beginning his divination, but he could not obtain any specific information about the perpetrator.

"?"

At first, Zhou Sheng suspected that his mind was agitated and he was unable to calm down, which led to the wrong result. He then kept his mind clear and took out tortoise shell, copper coins, and animal bones to perform another divination.

"???"

Faced with the still fruitless divination, cold sweat trickled down Zhou Sheng's face. It was definitely not his fault, but the fault of the person being divined.

There are two situations in which knowledge cannot be obtained.

Firstly, the other party's cultivation level and destiny are far superior to his, or they are both sorcerers who foresaw the situation in advance and used mysterious methods to conceal the secrets of heaven.

Secondly, the other party is not a living being, and may not even be human; it could be a mountain spirit that has cultivated itself to attain enlightenment.

Either way, it was a very difficult situation. Zhou Sheng cast another divination and roughly guessed Zhou Meng's predicament, but did not give a reply immediately.

Immediately afterward, without any source of information, he logged onto the dark web, checked domestic forums, and kept scrolling down the pages, searching for intelligence.

"The Eight Extraordinary Skills have been destroyed?"

"The company went back on its word, and Longmen is at odds with them..."

"Who exactly took away Feng Hou?"

"Why is there a portrait of me here...?"

Zhou Sheng's head ached more and more as he looked at it.

He is currently being hunted by Nadutong Company. What makes him even more upset is that he repeatedly told Zhou Meng to withstand the pressure and not hand over Feng Hou, but he still failed.

"bad thing."

"Which spineless old bastard did this?!"

Zhou Sheng gritted his teeth and cursed, as anxious as a helpless and furious monkey. He had always been the one to tease others, and he never thought he would be the one to take the blame.

If it weren't for his mastery of the Seventy-Two Transformations technique, he would have been arrested sooner or later.

"Pfft...!"

Just as he was thinking this, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his mind, his heart stiffened, and he spat out a mouthful of black, foul blood, which even contained some rotten organs and bits of flesh.

"what!!!"

Torture-like pain surged like a tidal wave, driving Zhou Sheng to the brink of madness. He clutched his head and rolled around, his sharp fingernails scratching bloody claw marks into his aged face.

The oath-taking Gu, entrenched deep within his soul, underwent a transformation. Its entire body turned grayish-white, its golden blood gradually turned pitch black, and its skin and flesh emitted a billowing purple evil aura, scalding Zhou Sheng to the point of screaming in agony.

This ghostly thing, since it was implanted into his brain more than seventy years ago, has only caused backlash a few times.

Each of these corresponded to a time when he made progress after the wind, whether it was moving objects, mastering seventy-two transformations, or setting up ever-changing schemes in the tranquil primordial spirit, Zhou Sheng still couldn't unravel the Mountain and Sea Oath Gu.

The pain from each backlash severely damaged his soul, leaving him weak for several days.

However, this time the anomaly was far greater than the previous three. It was as if sharp teeth were slowly devouring his head, tearing his soul to pieces. The pain was so intense that he felt like he was dying. He would sometimes curse loudly and sometimes beg for mercy in a humble manner.

"Stop...stop...I beg you...!"

"Fourth Brother!! Fourth Brother!!"

"Ah!!! Wugensheng!! You beast!!"