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

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Huang Boren quickly tried to calm Liang Dong down.

"It's been almost six hours since the incident. Those who are more secretive than He Ren have done a good job. So far, there's been no useful information. We haven't found any suspicious vehicles on the traffic routes in various cities. They're probably still hiding in the Northeast."

"Send as many people as possible from each district to search there. If we really can't save them, this is beyond our control. The company's decades of hard work will be destroyed in one day."

Mr. Cheng said helplessly that he had no clue where the other party was hiding.

As one of the company's employees, the mastermind behind the kidnapping was extremely familiar with the company's methods and efficiency. Under such circumstances, the fact that he dared to take direct action indicated that he had a very high probability of success. Otherwise, he should have killed Erzhuang directly when he was at the company's stronghold.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a director wearing glasses looked at the fat man next to him and mentioned a solution he thought was feasible:

"Chairman Zhao, Gao Lian, didn't you have dealings with Sanyimen last year?"

"Erzhuang's body was also reconstructed by them back then... The situation is urgent, why don't you try to contact them? It's better than sitting and waiting to die, maybe there's a solution."

The words had barely left her lips when she was met with strong opposition from Chairman Su, who frowned and rejected them:

"If we're not even sure about it, how can they be sure? Besides, if this gets out, it would be utterly absurd."

Fatty Zhao pondered for a moment, then explained thoughtfully:

"If you don't try, you definitely won't have a chance. But if you try, even if there's only a one in a thousand or one in ten thousand chance, it's worth it. Xiao Su, don't be prejudiced against them."

"I'll contact you now."

"Chairman Bi, Chairman Huang, you two discuss it and decide to send personnel from other districts to the Northeast first."

..........

afternoon.

A cool mountain breeze blew, and the sun shone gently. On the fourth floor of the Trinity Gate's library, Jiang Mo sat on the floor, holding a tablet in his hand, logging into the dark web's database to browse information on extraordinary organisms from the United States.

He had already read through most of the documents about demons, and what he was reading now were some of the supernatural legends in the United States, about the special creatures that roamed the towns, including talking skeletons, rat swarms that seemed to have gained sentience, and giant jellyfish floating in the air above the cities.

The tablet displayed segments of text descriptions and detailed, clear photos—not blurry, artificially created images, but real glimpses taken by eyewitnesses.

Jiang Mo read through the pages one by one. The dark web staff member who often greeted him did not come to bother him today. Instead, he hid behind the network, silently scanning his reading traces, trying to understand why he was looking up this information.

About half an hour later, a familiar voice sounded behind him, pulling Jiang Mo's thoughts back to reality.

"Uncle-Master, Lü Ci has something to discuss with you. It concerns a demonic sword."

"Demon sword?"

Jiang Mo turned his head to look at Lu Jin, signaling him to continue.

"Yes. It is a sword that Bihe Ren regards as a legacy. It contains the vengeful spirit of the swordsmith and the souls of many who were killed by it. Lu Ci's elder brother is also trapped inside and cannot be freed. Therefore, he begs your help to destroy the demon sword."

"......"

Jiang Mo put down the tablet. Although he didn't have a good impression of the Lü family, if he remembered correctly, that young man seemed to have died in a battle with the Japanese supernatural beings, ending up in such a grotesque and inhuman state.

Then, Lu Jin recounted the events of the past two days, including Bihe Ren's attack on the company plane, Lü Ci's seizure of the knife, and the entire process of the Ishikawa family's failed sword test.

"Can it not be destroyed by anyone but a swordsman?"

Jiang Mo became interested, and a golden flame appeared at his fingertips, the Ancient Dao True Fire leaping and dancing.

"In the end, a vengeful spirit is just a special kind of mental mutation. Is Lü Ci outside the mountain? Bring him here."

"Yes, please wait a moment."

Lu Jin nodded, and after a few minutes, he led Lü Ci up to the fourth floor.

"Master Jiang, how have you been? I've just met you."

After half a year apart, when they met again, Lü Ci spoke respectfully. He carried the sword box on his back, bowed to Jiang Mo, and his eyes could not hide his admiration and excitement.

In this era, there are no so-called immortals or gods, no so-called ascension; there is only the Venerable Chen Qingxuan, who stands at the pinnacle of the world and looks down upon the human realm.

Before reaching the realm of the Supreme Grandmaster, what Lü Ci could sense from Jiang Mo was an aura as high as the Five Sacred Mountains and as vast as the ocean.

Now that he has become a supreme master, he sees the difference between him and Jiang Mo as vast as the difference between a firefly and the moon.

Chapter 312 One sword shatters the demon blade, a thousand souls vanish.

Jiang Mo ignored his flattery and simply said, "Bring the things here."

"Yes."

"Please take a look; the demon sword is inside."

Lu Ci liked this straightforwardness. The wrinkles on his face relaxed slightly. He quickly took off the sword box from his back, held it with both hands, and carefully stepped forward to present it to Jiang Mo.

"I implore Master Jiang, please help my brother find peace... I will be eternally grateful and am willing to repay you with my family's secret techniques."

Fearing that his sincerity might not be enough, Lü Ci made a promise immediately.

What use would I have for your ultimate skills?

Jiang Mo didn't care. His gaze fell, piercing through the sword box. A tangled, turbid aura of resentment clung to the blade. The two had undergone a qualitative change after being tempered by the long years. From the perspective of a magical artifact, its grade was not low.

"Last year I heard that Brother Zhuge traveled the world collecting ancient martial arts manuals for you, which I think you at least need..."

“My elder brother is the person I respect most. If you can help him find relief, I will be eternally grateful to you.”

"Let's keep things separate. You might be willing to exorcise the evil spirit because this knife belongs to the Japanese, and you don't necessarily need my thanks. But I, Lü Ci, cannot remain indifferent and show no gratitude. Besides, the Ruyi Jin is far more powerful than some martial arts styles in the martial arts world, and it should be helpful to you..."

"Even if others killed me, I would not hand it over, but it is indeed an honor for my Lü family to fall into your hands. I hope that one day I can see what kind of earth-shattering scene it will create in your hands."

Having said that, the old fox didn't give Jiang Mo a chance to refuse at all. He quickly took out an old boxing manual from his pocket and placed it neatly on the table next to Jiang Mo.

"......"

"Your flattery skills are truly masterful."

"No, these are all my heartfelt words, please forgive me."

Lu Ci beamed. Judging from Jiang Mo's statement, the matter was almost certain to succeed. A mere Japanese demon sword was not a problem at all; the old man definitely had a way to solve it.

“This thing is dirty and not suitable for purification inside the door. Jin’er, bring him with us.”

Jiang Mo gripped the sword case and slowly stood up. The moment his right hand fell, the demon sword inside the case trembled as if it were alive. In particular, the vengeful spirit inside the sword felt that its entire spiritual world was about to collapse and panicked.

The mysterious things outside the box made it obey its nature like never before, and it felt fear.

"Is it overseas, Uncle-Master?" Lu Jin asked uncertainly.

"Correct."

As he spoke, Jiang Mo formed a hand seal and cast the spell 'Human World Within Reach'. His figure vanished instantly, traversing more than 10,000 kilometers, and appeared on the other side of the world.

"This... is incredibly mysterious!!"

Lu Ci's eyes widened in envy. From their brief conversation, he deduced that it was a technique similar to the Fire Escape of the Fire Virtue Sect.

At the same time, Lu Jin activated the white pendant tied to his chest, causing it to sway gently.

A silver-white, square-shaped space suddenly descended, enveloping Lü Ci. This was a higher-level storage artifact forged by the sect's protector, You Sha, capable of temporarily accommodating living beings.

"Go in."

"Alright, Lao Lu, could you give me a ride?"

Filled with curiosity, Lü Ci stepped inside. The space suddenly shrank countless times, the light disappeared, and the pendant returned to calm.

Lu Jin emptied his mind, formed hand seals, and streaks of blazing silver light emanated from his body.

Unlike his master who could easily traverse 14,000 kilometers, his cultivation at the first level of the Profound Fate Realm was limited in distance. He needed to cast spells multiple times and pass through certain specific markers overseas before he could teleport there.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

In an instant, Lu Jin's figure shattered into countless light particles, and the location where he stood was like a vortex that collapsed from the void, swallowing up all the light particles in the sky.

Subsequently, starting from the Trinity Gate's Sutra Repository and moving to various reef islands overseas, white figures continuously gathered and disappeared, repeating this process several times. After a few breaths, Lu Jin descended upon North Kolai Island and released Lü Ci.

"Where...where is this?!"

Trapped inside the storage space, Lü Ci felt that less than ten seconds had passed.

He stared at the island before him, broken and shattered, as if trampled by a giant beast. He was immediately horrified, and a possibility came to mind: could this be the battlefield where Master Jiang fought against the supernatural beings from all over the world?

Each crack was hundreds of meters long and more than a thousand meters long, which was shocking to him. If those unknown methods hit a person, they would probably be instantly annihilated. Who could withstand that?

North Colley Island.

The next moment, Lu Jin gave the answer, confirming Lü Ci's guess. Hearing this, Lü Ci felt a chill run down his spine; it really was that battlefield.

After the two arrived, Jiang Mo slightly tightened his fingers, and with a loud "boom!", the sword box shattered into countless powders and fell to the ground. A sinister demonic sword floated in mid-air, its crimson aura swirling around the blade, as if it were desperately resisting. Such a phenomenon was extremely rare throughout history.

"Sect Leader Jiang, be careful, the demonic blade must not be touched directly."

For some reason, Lü Ci suddenly reminded him, even stammering a bit. Only after he finished speaking did he realize the absurdity of his behavior. How could something that even the world's top superhumans couldn't shake be injured by a Japanese demon sword?

He was clearly worrying unnecessarily.

However, Jiang Mo ignored him. He raised his right hand, grabbed it, and instantly entered the spiritual world inside the sword.

"what!!!"

A mournful wail rang out, and with the appearance of Jiang Mo, he was surrounded by a flawless, shimmering white light. The yang energy of his soul was boiling and scalding. Wherever he passed, countless yin spirits retreated, and the vengeful spirits felt as if their bodies were about to split apart.

"You...you're not a swordsman!! Who are you?"

The two were several meters apart. The vengeful spirit was in a panic. A simple human swordsman focuses most of his energy on honing his sword skills. Even if he has a secret method for mental training, he will only increase his strength to a certain extent and then spend the rest of his life in a state of fullness and stagnation.

But the swordsman who appeared this time didn't seem human at all.

It was thousands or even tens of thousands of times more terrifying than the strongest souls it had ever seen. Just the current distance was enough to make it suffer excruciating pain, and it dared not move forward even an inch.

Jiang Mo's soul, with its frosty hair and silver body, was unseen, its entire body shrouded in a vast celestial light, its soul power seemingly boundless.

For seventy years, he has never slackened in his cultivation. The triple eternal state of reversal and the refinement of the ninefold soul-breaking spell have jointly enhanced his cultivation of 'sex', thus creating this monster-level soul.

Upon their first meeting, the malevolent spirit trembled like a leaf, unable to comprehend just how incredibly powerful this human body truly was.

"Please, don't kill me!!! I haven't reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship yet, I haven't faced the most amazing sword saint yet, I don't want to die, please!!"

The vengeful spirit was so frightened that it could barely speak and immediately knelt down on the ground.

Jiang Mo noticed the ghostly figures floating in the air nearby, their pale and haggard faces staring at him in fear. He asked:

"Were those spirits imprisoned by you?"

"I...I don't know...In my previous life, I was harmed by ninjas, sorcerers, and swordsmen from various schools. My obsession remained, and it fused with my sword and the essence of swordsmanship, causing the sword to transform...and giving rise to the ability to plunder the secrets of others."

The vengeful spirit was filled with unease and truthfully recounted everything it had experienced.

After its death, it was possessed by a demon, and because it had no rival to fulfill its long-cherished wish, it lived on in the world like a vengeful ghost.

"......"

"Then I'll see you off."

Jiang Mo's soul light separated and fell, transforming into a completely transparent light sword. Golden ancient Dao True Fire danced on it, a divine power born from the Five Qi Dharma Body, capable of burning all things, both tangible and intangible.

"Do not!!"

You can't do this!!!

The vengeful spirit screamed, retreating repeatedly as if plunged into an ice cave, without even a thought of resistance.

"call!!"

Jiang Mo ignored its pleas for mercy, waved his hand, and a gust of wind swept through, capturing and dragging the densely packed Yin spirits around him. Among them were many fellow countrymen and extraordinary beings who had sacrificed themselves during the Republic of China era. There were too many to distinguish, so he could only try his best to protect them.

"You can't kill me? What a joke!"

"Boom!"

At the same time, Jiang Mo unleashed his sword, which roared and shook like a rising dragon. The sword light, formed from the ancient Dao True Fire, completely destroyed the vengeful spirit and the spiritual world behind it.

It couldn't even utter its final, mournful cry before its soul vanished completely from the world.

After the attack, the spiritual world inside the entire sword developed irreparable cracks and rapidly disintegrated.

Nearly a thousand spirits underwent a transformation. They roared in agony as the black aura binding their bodies began to dissolve. Many of their spirits were torn to pieces, resembling a slow, agonizing death, yet they were gradually regaining their original soul forms.

When Jiang Mo left and opened his eyes again, the demon sword in his hand was broken into several pieces and covered in rust. One after another, thin souls flew out from the demon sword and floated into the void.

The souls of the extraordinary individuals who were killed by the demonic blade in the past—Gao Yingcai, Tang Houren, Du Fochong, Tang Tongbi of the Tang Clan, Lü Ren of the Lü Family, some disciples of the three temples of Putuo and Longhu Mountain, as well as the former guards of the four families—were all released from their suffering.