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

Lu Jin looked up at the empty space above and recognized several familiar figures, who were the guards from his family when he was young. He was filled with mixed emotions.

When a person dies, their soul disperses, their vital energy transforms into a gentle breeze, and their flesh turns into mud.

These souls, which should have dissipated years ago, were forcibly confined within the demon sword, enslaved, and their abilities extracted. They lived in a daze, lacking even their own consciousness, and were no different from wild beasts.

Until this moment of liberation, they seemed to regain a sliver of clarity, their memories severely fragmented. They stared blankly at the people below, wanting to express their gratitude, but not knowing where to begin.

"elder brother!!"

Amidst the dense swarm of souls, Lü Ci immediately found his brother and called out to him loudly. His eyes were already stinging, and his numb heart was touched.

"it's me!!"

The gentle and refined young man, upon hearing the familiar voice, looked down and saw the frail and distraught old man. He met the old man's gaze, a tenderness appearing in his eyes, and a faint smile playing on his lips.

In that instant, tears streamed down her aged face. Lu Ci felt a deep bitterness in her heart, longing to recount her experiences over the years, but the opportunity was gone forever.

The young man vaguely remembered who he was and wanted to say something, but there was no time. In just a few breaths, his soul dissipated into the vast world.

The demonic blade shattered, and the vengeful spirits dispersed.

Chapter 313 Is this how you ask for help?

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Fangxu paced anxiously in front of the window in his office, sighing from time to time. The phone in his hand kept ringing with a repetitive and mechanical sound.

"Hello, the user you dialed is not in the service area."

"Please call again later."

This was the seventh attempt; Lu Jin's phone number could not be reached, and Gao Lian, who was trying to contact him on the computer, also failed.

"Chairman Zhao... it still doesn't work. We can't get through to Senior Zhuge. He's probably in seclusion."

"Is that so? Of all times, they've lost contact. That's really bad."

Zhao Fangxu slumped wearily on the sofa, looking dazed, his pale lips pressed tightly together. Before he knew it, his face looked haggard and empty.

Looking back on the past year, one major event after another has placed the company under immense pressure, leaving everyone exhausted, especially now...

If Erzhuang is kidnapped and the most unforeseen accident occurs, he and the other eight chairmen will certainly be dismissed afterward.

"Old Gao...do you have any ideas?"

Zhao Fangxu leaned back in his sofa chair, rubbing his temples, and let out a faint sigh.

"What did the spirit mediums in the shrine say?"

"We can't find that bastard. The things the spirits he worshipped left on him have been destroyed, so they can't forcefully possess anyone now..."

At this point, Gao Lian couldn't help but blame himself, and choked up as he said:

"It was all my negligence that caused such serious consequences."

“When Erzhuang was young, she was weak and could not withstand the magical seals of those immortals. If I had taken her to receive the seals after she recovered, perhaps things would not have turned out this way.”

As a father and the company's regional manager, Gao Lian was heartbroken.

He knew all too well that those beasts like Biheren were capable of anything to achieve their goals, and he didn't even dare to imagine the torture Erzhuang would suffer.

They could only grit their teeth and wait for news from the search teams at the front.

"This is not your fault. The poisonous thorns left behind by the Bihe Ren are too deep and impossible to defend against."

Zhao Fangxu offered his old friend a forced reassurance, but wasn't he also comforting himself, silently preparing himself for the worst possible outcome?

"DiDi!!"

Just then, his phone vibrated slightly, causing him to instinctively look down. Several MMS messages popped up on his phone, along with a short text message.

"Tell the Japanese that the demon sword is destroyed."

This aloof and distant tone came from Lü Ci, and the photo he sent showed several broken and rusty demon swords, eventually buried in a ditch on a beach.

"!!!"

Upon seeing the message, Zhao Fangxu was jolted awake. He knew that Lü Ci had gone to Sanyi Gate, and he had tried calling Lü Ci before, but the call went unanswered.

It is conceivable that the San Yi Sect's important sect grounds may have certain barriers and restrictions that isolate them from external electromagnetic signals.

"Old Gao! There's hope. Don't rush, Lü Ci sent a message. He's probably still at Sanyi Gate right now. Let me look for him."

Zhao Fangxu was exhausted from waiting, and upon seeing a glimmer of hope, he immediately made a phone call.

After a brief ring, a cold, aged voice emanated from the speaker.

"Didn't I say to break it?"

Lu Ci seemed quite impatient. He was already at the pavilion on the back mountain of the Sanyi Sect, drinking tea and chatting with the immortal he admired about the characteristics of the Ruyi Jin and the direction that Shuangquan Shou should be cultivated in the future.

"Old Master Lü, are you still inside the Sanyi Gate?"

"nonsense."

Faced with this almost indifferent attitude, Zhao Fangxu, thick-skinned as ever, didn't take it to heart. As the saying goes, heaven rewards the persistent; he finally made contact and went straight to the point:

"Would it be convenient to hand the phone to Senior Jiang? There's an urgent matter at the company, and we'd like to ask him and Master Zhuge for help."

"Can't you handle things yourselves when something goes wrong? What's the point of having so many resources in the company if we're supporting a bunch of good-for-nothings like you?"

Lu Ci relentlessly mocked him, revealing that his relationship with the company was extremely strained.

Six months ago, several directors and regional managers put tremendous pressure on the Lü family, demanding that they hand over the Double-Handed Technique and even take away a descendant of the clan who possessed the Soul-Brightening Technique to the Dark Fortress for research.

Fortunately, he had the courage to persevere despite his old age, and his family connections were strong, which allowed him to withstand the pressure.

Yesterday's demon sword incident further disappointed Lü Ci with the company's efficiency. If it weren't for his cooperation with the old shaman from the Northeast, who personally intercepted and killed him, the demon sword would have been taken away by Bihe Ren long ago.

"You're going too far. Let me tell you, we can't handle this, and the consequences will be extremely serious..."

Zhao Fangxu was abruptly interrupted halfway through his sentence.

"If you can't handle it, you'll be the ones to take responsibility. Is this how you justify asking for help? Forget it."

"Dudududu..."

After a cold reprimand, the phone was hung up. As a director of the company, Zhao Fangxu had never had any relationship with the Lü family, but he did not receive the kind of polite treatment that a neighborly elder would give to a younger generation, like Gao Lian did.

The abrupt notification sound was like an invisible slap in the face to Zhao Fangxu. He was stunned at first, but after recovering, he was furious and dialed again with a livid face.

"Dudududu..."

Half a minute passed and still no one answered. Zhao Fangxu didn't have time to argue with that stubborn old man and quickly dialed the number of another member of the Ten Elders.

However, what he didn't know was that Lu Jin's phone was left in her dorm room and she didn't carry it with her. After waiting for several minutes, the call automatically ended.

"Old Gao, come here. That old bastard from the Lü family won't answer my calls at all."

Zhao Fangxu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and hurriedly urged Gao Lian to take action.

"Ah? Let me try."

Gao Lian frowned, feeling there was no reason for it, so he tried to contact him. The call connected in less than a few seconds, and he could almost feel the displeasure of the Lu family patriarch even through the screen.

"What exactly happened? Young Master Gao, the knife matter has been resolved. Just tell me what's going on. If you're going to beat around the bush, I don't have time for you."

"Master Lü, Erzhuang has been kidnapped by the Bihe Ren!!"

Gao Lian quickly uncovered the whole story. At this point, he didn't have time to keep it a secret anymore and directly explained Er Zhuang's temporary worker status and his usual responsibilities.

"Erzhuang is not only one of the top cyber hackers in the country, but also has a lot of top-secret documents in the company. If the Japanese get hold of them, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Could you please make an exception for me, Senior Jiang? Is Master Zhuge nearby? I beg you, sir, please put in a good word for me."

"Those beasts, Bihe Ren, aren't they all dead yet?"

Lu Ci was slightly surprised, not expecting that someone from the other party had infiltrated the company and held a high-ranking position, being the second-in-command of the Northeast region.

"Yes, they also killed some employees; there were quite a few of them."

"Even if you don't have a good relationship with the company, could you please help me out for my father's sake, Mr. Lü?"

While Gao Lian waited helplessly and anxiously, he was unaware that Lü Ci had already put the phone on speakerphone, and the content of their conversation was overheard by Jiang Mo and Lu Jin, who were standing nearby.

However, Lü Ci did not dare to make a decision on his own and simply waited silently for Jiang Mo's reply.

He heard last year that the company, Quanzhen, and Sanyimen had a falling out and parted ways on bad terms, and he didn't know if things had calmed down now.

"......"

Jiang Mo pondered for a moment. He remembered that Zhuge Yu had told him about the origin of the boxing manual last year. It seemed that the girl he had saved and whose body he had reshaped was the one he was talking about now.

In addition to the ancient boxing manuals in the company's resource library, the Gao family, a family with a thousand-year-old tradition, also privately sent a few copies as a token of their gratitude.

"Zhuge is forging a magical artifact and cannot go out. Jin'er, would you like to come with me?"

"Yes, disciple will obey your orders."

Gao Lian on the other end of the phone was stunned. He hadn't expected those two senior figures to be right next to Old Master Lü. A glimmer of hope rose in his heart, and he said gratefully, "..."

"Thank you, senior!!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lü!!"

"Give me the coordinates and prepare items that the girl has kept by her side for a long time, such as training weapons, personal accessories, electronic devices, or clothing."

Jiang Mo briefly explained the requirements, then slowly sipped the tea, showing no hurry.

In many provincial cities within the territory, when he and You Sha traveled through the area, they all left behind teleportation marks that said "the human world is just a stone's throw away," signifying that the past was but a fleeting moment.

“Okay! Just come over here. I have a life support device at the company’s base in Youzhou. Erzhuang has been lying in it for many years. That should meet your requirements, right?”

Considering that Mr. Jiang is a living fossil from two centuries ago, Gao Lian suggested using the ancient name for the city.

"Ah."

Jiang Mo said no more and got up to leave.

Seeing this, Lü Ci hurriedly hung up the phone and volunteered:

"Master Jiang, if you're going to kill Bihe Ren, will you take me with you?"

"do not kill."

Jiang Mo's answer stunned Lü Ci, who almost thought he had misheard. This ruthless Taoist master of the Xuanmen sect was actually going to let those Japanese aliens go?!

"Why...why is this?" he asked in astonishment.

"There's no point in me killing him if he's detained."

Given Jiang Mo's current level of power, as long as he finds those ruthless thugs, killing them with a single thought is as easy as brushing away dust.

"Although we live in a time of peace, the disciples of the sect should also be tempered. Living in a greenhouse for too long can easily make them lose their fighting spirit and become unaware of the hardships endured by their predecessors."

"Moreover, quite a few of our compatriots have been killed recently. If they cannot bring themselves to do it, if they are cowardly, or if they are lax in their practice, arrogant and conceited, and are injured by the Higanbana, then such disciples... are better off not having."

Upon hearing this, Lü Ci's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in admiration:

"Hey, you've thought of everything!"

"It just so happens that the G1 reagent is about to be launched overseas, and who knows what kind of trouble it will cause. Your way of testing your disciples in advance and preparing for the worst is brilliant!"

"......"

Jiang Mo glanced at Lü Ci and said:

"I can take you there, but be careful not to ruin the whetstone I prepared."

"Alright, I'll do as you say. If I really get the urge, I'll take down one or two little brats. You don't mind, do you?"

Lu Ci was in a great mood, feeling happy from the inside out, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

"what ever."

Chapter 314 The Immortals' Shock, Nowhere to Go in the Vast Night Sea

16:12 pm.

This is the time when Jiang Mo, along with Lu Jin and Lü Ci, arrived at the company's base in Northeast China.

Upon their first meeting, Gao Lian and the other company employees were astonished by the legendary immortal who only existed in the stories passed down by word of mouth and in snippets of information on the dark web.

He was dressed in black with frosty hair, his face was cold and stern, and his indifferent eyes were as deep as a still pool.

The most direct impression they got was that he was tall and imposing, like a majestic mountain. As he walked, even without any malice, the employees present felt an almost suffocating sense of oppression and dared not be negligent in the slightest.