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

Time seemed to stand still in the mountains. He continued his cultivation, ignoring the disturbances of the outside world. He rarely left the mountain, spending his days drinking tea in the temple with Chengzhen, Zhuge Yu, and Lu Jinxian. At night, he would often cultivate alone in the back mountains.

For many years, Jiang Mo has been unable to find any opponent who can fight him head-on. The fierce battle in the southern border seventy years ago is still something he misses dearly. His martial arts skills, which were at their peak, have inevitably continued to decline, and the memories etched deep in his muscles have begun to fade.

Initially, in order to change this situation, he would practice his fist and palm techniques on the back mountain late at night, gradually regaining his former martial arts spirit and developing his physical fitness to the extreme.

While physical and mental cultivation is important, the factors that truly determine a person's strength are not limited to these. They also include cultivation techniques, combat skills, weapons, and combat experience.

Even in peaceful times, Jiang Mo never wasted his time or slacked off in his cultivation; he practiced his boxing every day.

He had thoroughly mastered the second- and third-rate martial arts manuals collected by the sect many years ago, and now he was using them one by one with increasing fluency.

Two months later, after simplifying and extracting the essence, and comparing it with every battle that came to mind, the technique gradually evolved into the physical technique most suitable for him.

During this time, Zhuge Yu learned that his martial uncle was obsessed with martial arts, so he went down the mountain to visit martial arts schools in many provinces.

Unlike the prestigious sects that practice Qi cultivation and magic, these small families and sects have been at the bottom of the social hierarchy for hundreds of years. They are also part of the supernatural beings, possessing only leg skills. After reaching perfection, they generally become镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) for镖局 (escort agencies), hired for money to risk their lives, and their strength is not considered great.

Zhuge Yu stated his purpose directly, offering their boxing and palm techniques as bargaining chips to forge magical artifacts worth many times more. Those martial arts schools were all overjoyed.

Ancient martial arts are utterly crushed in this modern era, facing the ever-advancing firearms. After more than a decade of arduous training, one can be brought down by a single shot, and all the sweat is wasted.

Magical artifacts are different. Each magical artifact contains different powers, making them far more useful than useless fist manuals. In the past, martial arts schools might have considered whether to exchange their life-saving martial arts skills for magical artifacts, but now they have no such concerns.

A fair trade, high returns, and the chance to build a good relationship with the number one mystical sect in the world—why not?

After that, Zhuge Yu traveled from south to north and from east to west, collecting dozens of martial arts techniques along the way. The journey was long and involved trekking through mountains and rivers, but he was as happy as a squirrel with its cheeks stuffed full of nuts.

At over a hundred years old, he could be considered an elderly man. The Wuhou clan elder, his grandfather Zhuge Ting, his adoptive father Zhuge Yunlan, and his master Zuo Ruotong, who had a great influence on him in his life, had passed away many years ago.

Only his uncle Jiang Mo remains, accompanying him on the long and endless road of rebirth. As long as this elder is still alive, he feels like a junior, with a youthful mindset.

He found joy in solving trivial matters for his teachers, and to him, Jiang Mo's praise and recognition were far more important than the magical artifacts he crafted.

Chapter 307 Martial Arts Mastery, New Evolution Reagent

Zhuge Yu did not conceal his whereabouts, nor did he specifically instruct the martial arts schools that traded with him to keep quiet. In less than half a month, when the extraordinary people in the circle heard of his trip, many leaders of various forces went to win him over.

Information about this old man is scarce, but those who know his background are all amazed.

This person is ranked third or second in the entire Sanyi Sect. It is hard to say whether he is stronger or weaker than the current head of the Sanyi Sect, Wei Xuanzi, but his mastery of Qimen Dunjia is undoubtedly unparalleled in the world.

Zhuge Yu also bartered with the various non-human forces he visited along the way.

Based on their unique abilities and techniques, they forged magical artifacts to suit them and successively acquired five new martial arts manuals, all of which were relatively unorthodox and lost boxing techniques, containing both dross and valuable aspects.

And so, Zhuge Yu traveled all over the land, and by the time the company received the news, Zhao Fangxu, who had been suspended for nearly three months, had already been reinstated.

Due to two major mistakes in the past, he was demoted from chairman to vice chairman, becoming one of the eight directors, and was responsible for overseeing Liao Zhongyuan's former South China region.

At a meeting, considering that Gao Erzhuang, a temporary worker in the Northeast region, had been in increasingly poor vital signs, he proposed to his colleagues that they use the martial arts manuals in the company's resource library as a bargaining chip for Zhuge Yu to treat Gao Erzhuang.

As expected, the entire board approved the proposal. A top hacker who can modify electromagnetic waves and whose consciousness exists within the internet is far more valuable than a pile of ancient books gathering dust in a warehouse.

In late September, Zhao Fangxu personally led a team to contact Zhuge Yu, and the two sides reached a consensus.

In early October, after seven days, Gao Erzhuang's body was reshaped by Zhuge Yu, and he finally got rid of the narrow life-sustaining device. The young, haggard girl burst into tears.

Zhao Fangxu handed over nine old, well-preserved martial arts manuals to Zhuge Yu, expressing his deepest gratitude.

On October 5th, Zhuge Yu left the company's base and headed west.

soon.

The Lü family, one of the four, sensed an opportunity.

Lu Ci traveled a thousand miles to a remote mountain stream to find Zhuge Yu. He spoke with him, offering to exchange the Lu family's unique skill, the "Ruyi Jin," for the qualification of a junior to join the Sanyi Sect, but was refused.

At the end of October, Zhuge Yu returned to his sect after his travels and handed over all eighty-six martial arts manuals he had collected to Jiang Mo, including the Void-Piercing Finger, Iron Sand Palm, Five Yin Fist, and so on.

"Thank you for your help, Little Zhuge." Jiang Mo smiled with satisfaction.

"Uncle-Master, you're joking. I'm not even sure if these odds and ends I found will be of any help to you."

Zhuge Yu humbly declined, not daring to claim credit for himself.

The cultivation continued. Jiang Mo studied the secret manual every day, absorbing its contents and rehearsing the techniques repeatedly in his mind. At night, he would test the methods on his own body.

He restrained his Qi and physical strength, and each movement was performed steadily and powerfully, step by step.

As autumn turned to winter, the year drew to a close. Jiang Mo, having mastered the martial arts of his predecessors, found the most suitable path for cultivation. His martial arts skills surpassed his previous peak, entering a new realm.

December 31, 2015.

On a whim, Jiang Mo marked a 'Close at Hand' teleportation array between the sect and North Kolai Island.

The island was desolate. After more than five months, very little of the wreckage left over from the great battle remained. Later, Behemoth personnel brought it back to the base for testing to reconstruct the battlefield situation at that time.

"Boom!!!"

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and a storm raged across the boundless ocean.

Jiang Mo stood tall amidst the icy hurricane, perched atop the island, his true qi descending and spreading in all directions.

About three minutes later, he had sensed the entire island. It was a place with scarce natural resources, no savage tribes, and very few wild animals.

Then, Jiang Mo's figure disappeared and appeared on the other side of the island.

He strolled along the beach near the sea. Thousands of raindrops fell, but they could not touch him. Wherever his gaze fell, the whole world was shrouded in gray, as if he had arrived at the end of his life.

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed across the sky, silver snakes danced wildly, and the black sea of ​​clouds surged endlessly.

Jiang Mo seemed to sense something and looked up, his eyes piercing through the void. He disliked being spied on.

Several of those satellites high in outer space can monitor this area.

He wielded the true power, causing the cloud energy beyond the dark clouds to churn and gather in one place, forming a shimmering white barrier.

North Corleone Island thus became his testing ground.

With a loud "boom," Jiang Mo, enveloped in blazing silver light, swung his fist toward the sea, causing a hundred-meter-high wave to surge up, like a mythical saint parting the sea.

A massive chasm, resembling a canyon, stretched for thousands of meters, exposing the seabed near the coast. The void trembled violently, and the roar of thunder seemed exceptionally small in the face of this deafening attack.

His martial arts skills had reached their peak, and he didn't even need to use his internal energy. He simply used the technique of exerting force to bring out the power of his physical body. This strike made the world lose its color and all things tremble with fear.

"boom!"

"boom!!"

It was completely different from the constraints one felt in a sect.

Jiang Mo honed his physical skills at will here, and with each punch and palm strike, the connection between his soul and flesh became even stronger.

The torrential rain stopped after a few hours, but Jiang Mo's cultivation was far from reaching its limit. He had boundless energy, and the more he trained his body, the more he felt the inadequacy of his strength. He was so engrossed in his selfless cultivation that he lost himself in the process.

He worked day and night for forty-nine days. During this time, the disciples of the sect occasionally came to visit Jiang Mo, but they only gazed at him from afar and dared not approach or disturb him.

The entire coastline of the island was shattered, unable to withstand the devastation of Jiang Mo's punches.

As the year drew nearer, on New Year's Eve, amidst the eager anticipation of his disciples, Jiang Mo's training was successfully completed. His martial arts skills surpassed those of the past, resulting in a qualitative leap in his overall strength.

On New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers echoed through the distant city, and one after another, dazzling fireworks lit up the night sky.

Inside the Sanyi Gate, Jiang Mo, dressed in white, was making dumplings with Chang Qing and Zhuge Yu. Lu Jin and Cheng Zhen were cooking in the kitchen, while Jun Ze, Mu Ci, and several other young disciples were helping with cleaning and decorating.

The only regret was that those wandering disciples did not return. Jiang Mo was on a video call with his senior brother Si Chong in the group chat, listening to him muttering to himself on the screen.

More and more disciples joined along the way. Shuiyun, Yangu, Shengsheng, Liqing, and Yuhuai filled the room, chatting animatedly.

In addition, nearly forty or fifty people, including younger members of the sect and Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong from Longhu Mountain, sent New Year's greetings online, which Jiang Mo replied to one by one.

At night, the sect held a reunion dinner, with everyone sitting around the table as firecrackers crackled and the old year was swept away.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, in the early hours of that day, Jiang Mo sat quietly on the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, holding a tablet in his hand, scrolling through the pages of the dark web, and reading about strange and wonderful things from the overseas world.

"Breaking news, a decision that could change the world and propel humanity into a new era."

"From Behemoth's greatest masterpiece—the G-series evolution potion!"

The viral post at the top of the forum surprised Jiang Mo slightly.

He vaguely remembered the name Behemoth, which referred to an alien force far across the ocean. He clicked on the post and found the whistleblower, who provided a large amount of experimental comparison data, as well as clear photos of the specific potion.

"The test subjects injected with the G1 evolution agent showed no aftereffects, no damage, and 100% awakened their genetic abilities..."

Jiang Mo stared at the few lines of text on the screen and continued reading. He couldn't help but feel astonished. None of the hundred experimental subjects Behemoth had died, which was enough to prove the success of the G1 reagent.

More importantly, according to the whistleblower, Behemoth will be selling this product at a low price worldwide within the next month.

That 30-milliliter tube of clear, light blue liquid had a miraculous effect, enough to change the fate of seven billion people worldwide.

Currently, many prominent families in New York are trying their best to prevent the sale of this evolution agent. They want to monopolize it, sell it at an exorbitant price, and extract the maximum profit worldwide. They are constantly sending people to negotiate, exert pressure, and even kidnap and assassinate Behemoth's top executives.

Some supernatural forces, not wanting to see this situation happen, considered themselves new humans, superior to all living beings, and thus successively sent powerful individuals with higher evolutionary levels to destroy Behemoth's headquarters.

For five consecutive days, Behemoth remained unbreakable. The experimental subjects responsible for guarding the base were incomparably terrifying, killing hundreds of intruders.

Jiang Mo continued reading. The post mentioned that Behemoth had made all the preparations and was determined to dedicate themselves to the great cause of all mankind and step into a new era of evolution together.

Whether beautiful or ugly, poor or rich, healthy or unfortunate, every human being with self-awareness has an equal right to evolution.

The wealthy family behind Behemoth has invested heavily in the frenzied production of G1 evolution reagents.

After reading it, Jiang Mo felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

New orders are often accompanied by violence, while old orders are swept into the dustbin of history under the crushing force of violence.

Behemoth's actions, ostensibly a good deed benefiting all of humanity, are, upon closer examination, not so.

Given the premise that everyone can awaken, regardless of how powerful their abilities are, the existing order of human civilization will inevitably collapse. When faced with suddenly acquired power, can ordinary people really control it?

difficult.

It's extremely difficult.

Most ordinary extraordinary individuals have to endure the tempering of their muscles and bones and the tedium of their inner cultivation in order to barely control their abilities and avoid going astray.

Even so, there are still many evil cultivators in the martial arts world who repeatedly commit the sin of killing.

If the G1 evolution reagent is successfully rolled out, ordinary people who have not undergone mental training will only have their minds corrupted and lose themselves as their abilities expand over time.

You don't eat beef.

I don't eat beef.

Wouldn't the world be thrown into chaos?

What reasons did the behind-the-scenes power holders of Behemoth have to push for the disorder and collapse of human civilization?

Chapter 308 Storm Brewing, Demon Blade Birth

Jiang Mo didn't delve into Behemoth's scheme; he simply browsed the page and quickly exited the post.

Even measures that would bring about tremendous changes in the world order could not quell the ripples of unease in Jiang Mo's heart.

Moreover, whether the order of various countries is chaotic or not is none of his business, a mere brute. The saying "not in a position of authority, one should not concern oneself with its affairs" applies here.

Then, he began to consult other documents.

Jiang Mo didn't know much about the functions and settings of the dark web. He rarely logged into the website. The account he had registered and logged into was registered by Yu Huai. It also had a special currency system. One Internet Coin was roughly equivalent to $100 in real life. The account balance was 200,000 Internet Coins.

The forum contains a wealth of information on extraordinary individuals and electronic versions of various legends and ancient books. Initially shared free of charge by forum users, these materials gradually disappeared into the lower levels of the page due to the passage of time and the increasing number of posts.

Later, after being organized and packaged by staff on the dark web, and with revenue sharing enabled with the original author, the materials were placed in a specific area. With just one subscription, 100,000 Intlet coins would grant access to all the materials.

"Confirm purchase? Your cost for this transaction is 0 Intrite."

"?"

Jiang Mo stared at the number 0, thinking it was a problem with the webpage not refreshing or an error, so he exited the page again and clicked once more.

"Confirm purchase? Your cost for this transaction is 0 Intrite."

The same interface selection, this time accompanied by a new Chinese message:

"Hello, friends from overseas, I am Dina, a technician from the dark web."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. To celebrate our first meeting, I've waived your subscription fee to zero. Please accept this gift and my heartfelt admiration for your kindness."

At the same time, a chat window appeared below the purchase section, providing a keyboard for typing, indicating that the other party wanted to communicate with Jiang Mo.

"Are you spying on me? Or have you guessed who I am?"