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

Hundreds of thousands of meters away, the entire island is surrounded by a cage-like red aura that constantly condenses into a barrier, isolating the food-scarce North Corleone Island from the outside world, making it impossible to even set foot on the beach.

"......"

After doing all that, Jiang Mo felt it wasn't enough, so he used another secret technique. As he raised his right hand, the void roared, and a huge white vortex was born. It was a wonderful application he had researched based on the principle of 'the human world is within reach'.

He reached into the whirlpool with one hand, traversing thousands of miles;

A massive, sky-covering hand appeared above the Sanyi Gate, obscuring the sky and covering hundreds of meters of the clouds.

In an instant, three shadowy figures seemed to be summoned and soared into the sky. They were none other than the Xuan Yan Iron Guards responsible for guarding the mountain gate, and they disappeared into the white vortex in a flash.

Jiang Mo, located in North Kolai, placed three humanoid killing machines on the island as a backup plan to prevent things from getting out of control.

soon.

The gates of heaven were opened, and Lü Ci emerged, looking as if he hadn't had enough. His hands were covered in sticky blood, and he held a boning knife, unleashing the ancestral skills of the jailers who tortured prisoners without reservation.

"how?"

"I've found out."

Lu Ci squatted down, scooped up a handful of seawater from a nearby puddle to wash his hands, and reported as he rubbed them:

"They weren't as tough as I thought. The leader was Watanabe Mano, one of the three great secret cultivation families in Japan."

"Unlike the Higanbana, who were used as tools of enslavement throughout their lives, they were powerful and capable and should not be underestimated. In the past, especially during times of chaos, many nobles and even those in power needed to depend on them for survival."

"This plan was leaked by an insider within the company, who then contacted the Watanabe family for cooperation."

"Currently, the Japanese side and other secret cultivation families do not know the true identity of the target they captured on this trip. They probably only have informants watching them and know that they have taken action."

"Most of the kids you detained are elites of the Watanabe family. They are one of the main branches of the Oriental superhumans. They are born with the supernatural ability of Spirit Mirror, which allows them to seal or shatter any tangible life within the mirror. This ability is passed down through their bloodline and through the cultivation scriptures passed down within their clan, which help them to continuously improve."

"The other Higanbana ninja were the last remnants from the East. I dealt with their new demon and main force some time ago."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo had a general understanding. Among the ancient books he had read in the past, there were many descriptions of the cultivation system in the East.

Besides the well-known ninjas, sorcerers, and swordsmen, there are also some more mysterious and extraordinary individuals, such as Onmyoji, sorcerers, secret practitioners, temple monks, and so on.

"I destroyed their communication equipment, as well as the Watanabe family's unique Yin-Yang Spirit Pendant, a magical artifact that can establish spiritual communication."

Lu Ci shook his hand and stood up. Noticing the crimson screens surrounding them that isolated the sky, he easily guessed Jiang Mo's intention and smiled faintly:

"Are you planning to banish those beasts here?"

"Ah."

Jiang Mo opened the Heavenly Kingdom again, and a vortex bloomed, releasing a dense array of disheveled figures. The chains binding their limbs with the Nine Fiend Yin Qi were still there.

Watanabe Mano and several powerful clan cultivators were tortured to the point of near death, their bodies riddled with bloody holes, revealing severed tendons and bare white bones. Their faces were even more horrifying, their features vanishing into thin air, leaving only stark, unnatural faces.

The pores of the skin are enlarged many times over, used for breathing and survival, and the dense pores look particularly eerie.

That was Lü Ci's masterpiece of using his red hand. Without harming the prisoners' lives, he wiped out their eyes, noses, mouths, and ears, rendering them unable to speak, hear, smell, or see, their consciousness trapped in silent darkness.

The Higanbana ninjas, who had escaped the Starry Sky Cage, and the Watanabe family's extraordinary members were all terrified. They saw Lü Ci as if they had seen a ghost. This perverted executioner's ruthless methods were simply chilling.

Just now in the Heavenly Kingdom, they witnessed a stubborn companion being tortured to death by Lü Ci, his flesh and bones being cut out. Afterwards, he was rescued and repeatedly tortured. There was no interrogation; it was just torture to vent his desires. Even suicide was a plundered and unattainable luxury.

At this moment, those Japanese aliens feared Lü Ci even more than Jiang Mo. One would give them a quick and comfortable death, while the other would make them suffer a fate worse than death, as if they were going through purgatory.

Their bodies were bound by dark chains, rendering them unable to move. Cold sweat streamed down their faces, their breathing became rapid, their hearts pounded wildly, and their pupils were filled with intense fear. Their minds were chaotic and blank.

"roll."

Jiang Mo's gaze swept over them, and the chains snapped in response.

The group felt as if they had been granted a pardon. Their stiff bodies regained some feeling, and they fled in panic, taking the patriarch and several seriously injured high-ranking members with them. They quickly disappeared from the island.

"Sect Leader Jiang, when will the trial you arranged begin? May I bring a junior with me?"

"Just in the next couple of days, as long as you don't feel bad if I die."

Seeing him nod in agreement, Lü Ci chuckled:

"How could that be? True gold is not afraid of fire, let alone these Japanese bastards, they all have injuries."

"If my Lu family's child is so easily killed, wouldn't it be even worse to let such a mediocre person inherit the family business after I'm buried? It's better to test him as soon as possible, and if he doesn't work out, we can just choose another one to train."

.......

night.

Upon returning to the sect, Jiang Mo summoned Chengzhen, Lu Jin, and Changqing for a discussion, and also invited core members such as Sichong, Shuiyun, and Liqing, who were traveling outside, to discuss and decide on the trial arrangements.

"I have a bad feeling about this, but I can't quite put my finger on it..."

"The world may change one day. While there's still time, I'd like to train the younger generation in the sect. What do you all think?"

As soon as Jiang Mo finished speaking, Chang Qing said:

“Your concern is that over the years, the disciples in the sect have lacked practical combat training. A gem cannot be made without being carved. In my opinion, this matter can be accomplished.”

"Uncle-Master, then let's do as you say."

Chengzhen agreed, paused, and pondered:

"Let Junze and Muci skip this trip. Their cultivation level is more than enough to deal with those bandits."

“The training is meaningless to them. It’s better to let them secretly monitor this trial to prevent any accidents. As for Lin’er, she can be given some training.”

With no objections, a decision was quickly made.

Jiang Mo then turned to Chengzhen and asked, "How many disciples within the sect currently meet the requirements for participation? How many are outside?"

"Reporting to Martial Uncle, there are 3 people within the sect and 27 outside who have not yet reached the Great Perfection of the Second Stage, making a total of 30. However, the latter 27 people either have relatives or careers, and are bound by various worldly constraints, so I'm afraid they won't be able to spare the time..."

"Give them a heads-up: those who can return should do so; those who don't will be expelled. Their master-disciple relationship with their sect masters can be preserved, but they should no longer use the sect's protection to enjoy the flattery of the world."

"Tell them frankly that this trial will not be protected by any teachers and is highly risky, and give them three hours to respond."

Jiang Mo's attitude was particularly firm, and Chengzhen and his other junior brothers immediately set about handling the matter.

In less than half an hour, all the replies were received. Only four secular disciples were willing to participate in the trial. When Chengzhen presented this result, he could hardly fathom his uncle's feelings.

Will it be disappointment?

Or is it helplessness?

Blame?

However, Jiang Mo remained calm and showed no emotional fluctuations.

These younger generations had very little interaction with him, almost like strangers. Moreover, time changes many things. Jiang Mo could understand their decisions made in their comfortable environment, but he didn't care.

Finally, seven people were selected to participate in the trial, plus one junior member of the Lü family.

Seeing that there were still vacancies, Lu Jin brought up the question she had wanted to ask earlier:

"Senior brother, senior uncle, could you let my Linglong go and get some experience too? Also, since we're all young people, should we inform our old friends at the Celestial Master's Mansion?"

“Okay, go ahead and ask. Just keep it within four slots.” Jiang Mo agreed.

Chengzhen met Lu's gaze and nodded with a smile: "Mm."

Chapter 317 The ends of the earth are as close as a foot, the methods of an immortal.

February 25, evening, Tianshi Mansion.

The setting sun cast its last rays on a solitary figure. The sixty-sixth Celestial Master, Zhang Chulan, sat quietly against the stone wall in the corner.

A hint of worry flickered in his eyes as he stared at his phone screen. Gazing at the chat box that was talking to itself, he pressed the bottom right corner and sent the edited text message.

Since their meeting last year, Zhang Yude, the father, has lost contact with him for five months.

During this time, Zhang Chulan sent greetings to him several times, but received no reply. In the past, he would not have been worried if he lost contact for three or four months. However, some things that happened last year made him feel uneasy.

The Feng family was wiped out.

As descendants of the traitors of that time, Zhang Chulan vaguely sensed a malice lurking in a place he could not reach, watching him.

Duanmu Ying's dying arrangements exposed the truth. If those who are still alive and have comprehended the Eight Wonders have been wandering for half their lives and have accumulated grudges for a long time, how could they let him go?

1998.2.4

This is Zhang Chulan's birthday. Ever since he parted ways with his father, no matter how busy he was each year, his birthday wishes always arrived on time. But this year, they didn't...

He was nowhere to be seen on New Year's Eve or during the Spring Festival; it was as if he had vanished into thin air.

"......"

Zhang Chulan was restless and sighed wearily as he looked up at the distant sunset. A cruel truth came to mind.

At this moment, his desire for power was stronger than ever before.

If I possessed enough power, like the extraordinary strength of the advisor, why would I need to walk on thin ice, rack my brains to scheme and plan for my life? Wouldn't it be better to just use my fists to shut up all the monsters and demons?

His wildest fantasies, the kind that belong to the youth, about defying the heavens, were one of the few sources of psychological comfort he found after a day of arduous study.

Just then, a young boy's voice rang out.

"Uncle-Master! You're here? The Master is looking for you."

Zhang Chulan looked in the direction of the voice and saw the white-haired, blue-eyed Taoist boy approaching. He sat up with a swift movement and responded enthusiastically:

"Xiaoyuzi? Thank you for making this special trip. Okay, let's go."

For the past six months, Zhang Chulan has tried his best to interact with the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion, but there is still an invisible barrier between them. It seems that most of the slightly older disciples support Junior Uncle Lingyu as the next Celestial Master, while he is just a figurehead with no real power.

The younger children, however, didn't seem to mind him much and continued to play with him as always.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, what do you think the clerk wants to see me about?"

"I don't know. Martial Aunt Lingyu is here too, in the pavilion behind the mountain. Perhaps Master has something important to tell you two?"

Xiaoyu innocently spread her hands, looking helpless, slightly worried about Zhang Chulan's situation.

Despite living under the same roof, everyone knew that Uncle Lingyu was indifferent to Uncle Chulan, never even greeting him when they met, treating him like air.

"Is that so... Let's go take a look."

Zhang Chulan smiled slightly, calmly facing everything.

He wasn't afraid of that cold-faced guy. If he gave him too much face and the other party didn't accept it, then he'd just give up. Even a clay figure has some temper. He wasn't that spineless to keep backing down and trying to exchange his dignity for a smoother relationship.

During their conversation, the two soon arrived at the pavilion on the back mountain, where Lingyu and Rongshan were waiting outside.

Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong chatted idly in the pavilion, facing their cell phones on the stone tea table. The voices coming from the phones were clear and cold, yet they felt warm, like old friends reminiscing.

"Old Lu, let's talk later. Once everyone's here, I'll chat with them."

"Okay, you and Lao Tian go ahead with your work. Remember to make sure everything is clear and don't forget anything."

After a brief conversation, the phone call ended. Zhang Zhiwei turned slightly, looked at the younger generation in front of him, his eyes narrowed, and a smile almost impossible to hide on his lips. He said leisurely:

"There is an overseas trial, and our Celestial Master's Mansion has three slots. Would you young men like to participate and take this opportunity to hone your skills?"

"Oh? Master, what kind of trial are you referring to?"

Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up. He had been confined to the manor for over two hundred days, cultivating day after day, which was incredibly tedious. He also lacked practical combat experience with his peers, so when he heard that he could participate in the trial, he immediately became interested.

"The Sanyi Sect... They arranged it to train their younger disciples. Old Lu and I have a good relationship, so he brought them along a bit."

Upon hearing this, the group froze on the spot. Was it actually organized by the Trinity Sect? This was a first in decades, a truly rare occurrence.

Zhang Chulan was filled with anticipation, while Zhang Lingyu frowned slightly. They both had a deep impression of the white-haired youth who appeared during the Luo Tian Conference.

Lu Lin, the direct disciple of the current head of the Sanyi Sect, once possessed cultivation levels that far surpassed those of her peers.

Will he participate too?

So, who is presiding over the trial...? Wei Xuanzi, the head of the Sanyi Sect, or that peerless immortal?

Regardless of which one it was, they were both at a level they could never reach. Just as the two were lost in thought, Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard and smiled, offering further details:

"In the past few days, a traitor has emerged in the company's Northeast region. He is a remnant of Hiroshi Hiroshi from the Japanese army. He has been lying low in the country for decades and holds a high position. Through collusion with outsiders, he has stolen one of the company's most important treasures."

"The company was at its wits' end and sought help from the San Yi Sect. The old sect leader Jiang, whom you met last time, personally went to intercept them, detained more than ninety Japanese supernatural beings, and exiled them all to overseas islands. He also sent young disciples from the sect to fight them and hone their fighting spirit."

"Lao Lu told me this time that they are not taking any protective measures, and the risk is extremely high."

"The Japanese outcasts exiled to the island, though injured, are numerous and powerful, and are the elite of the Watanabe family. You have the right to participate, and you also have the right to refuse. In other words, the choice is entirely up to you."

Zhang Zhiwei said this, but he knew without even thinking that the Sanyi Sect must have made some preparations in secret.

As for what to say to the younger generation, it should always be serious, to make them vigilant, not to let their guard down, and to avoid suffering losses as much as possible.