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

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On May 16th, the weather was overcast, and a cool breeze blew into the mountains, making the climate in the entire Sanyimen area particularly refreshing and humid, without the heat and dryness that summer should bring.

On the fourth floor of the library, Will was staring at the dense experimental data on his computer, frowning from time to time with a look of regret. His research was not going as smoothly as he had imagined.

Just then, a plump, fair-skinned disciple strode up to the pavilion and respectfully reported;

"Senior, people from the Ninth Department and the Security Council have come to visit, saying they have important matters to discuss and request your decision."

"Tell them to wait downstairs. I'll come down when I have time."

Will's voice was cold and indifferent, revealing no emotional fluctuation; his attention remained fixed on the screen.

"Yes!"

The disciple turned and left. He was Zhuge Yu's grand-disciple and was very respectful.

In front of the Qingxin Hall, several heads of the nine ministries, two vice presidents of the Security Council, and the newly appointed president arrived for the first time, their hearts filled with anxiety and anticipation.

Their eyes, no longer filled with curiosity, glanced at the surrounding buildings, surprised to find that the interior of the First Mysterious Gate was structured in such a way.

Accompanying them were more than a dozen powerful individuals.

Strangely, all the high-ranking officials who visited this time were unfamiliar faces.

Ning He, Su Nianlin, Zhang Zhiwei, Wei Yuanming, and old acquaintances Lü Ci and Gao Mei were not present. It is unclear whether they were too busy to attend or too embarrassed to come.

Without the consent of the Trinity, everyone present tacitly abided by the rules and did not move around without permission.

Soon, the chubby boy who had initially been in charge of receiving them brought new information.

"Gentlemen, the senior members of our sect are still busy and unable to receive you. Please forgive us and we may have to wait a while."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed slightly. They hadn't expected to encounter this problem so soon after arriving. Was it a coincidence, or was it a deliberate attempt to make things difficult?

"Young friend, if I may ask, how much longer will it take?"

The speaker was Yuan Xiao, one of the leaders of the Nine Departments, who was in charge of managing the exits of the various secret realms and stationing troops there.

He was dressed in a suit, was a bit older, had a robust build, was over 1.8 meters tall, had clean features, no beard, and looked exceptionally energetic, with not many wrinkles on his face.

"This... I don't know, the old man didn't give any further instructions."

Li Yan relayed the truth to him, saying that he respected Will greatly, yet also felt a slight fear of him.

As far as he knew, the senior protector who looked middle-aged was much older than his master. In fact, in the early years, many of the elders in the sect were trained in combat by the protectors to gain practical experience.

Upon hearing the perfunctory answer, some people had anticipated it and their hearts skipped a beat.

Yuan Xiao remained calm and composed, saying:

"It's alright, thank you for coming all this way. It's just that we didn't inform you beforehand, which is why this happened. We'll wait patiently."

"Well, sir, please wait here. I'll get back to work."

After exchanging a few hurried pleasantries, Li Yan left, as he still needed to work with his two junior brothers to repair the damaged parts inside the gate.

After he left, dozens of people stood there, stunned.

No, where's the tea? Where are the tables and chairs?

Is this gone?

Are we just going to leave them here?

As the chubby boy carried the buckets of water to other courtyards, a self-deprecating voice rang out.

"Hmph, it seems they still harbor resentment. No wonder we don't even have a place to rest."

"That's enough, don't say any more."

Yuan Xiao quickly stopped his colleagues from speaking, fearing that they would cause more trouble. Fortunately, he had a lot of influence and managed to calm everyone down.

Immediately, after a three-hour wait, no one appeared, and the intermittent sound of keyboard typing could be heard from the left pavilion.

As dusk fell, there was still no result. Some people became impatient and wanted to go upstairs to pay their respects, but their companions stopped them, indicating that they should not. They were uneasy, as the people in the building gave them an extremely dangerous feeling and were probably not easy to get along with.

night.

A fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen. After a busy day, Li Yan carried a dinner to the Sutra Repository in full view of everyone.

Upon arriving on the fourth floor, the atmosphere was eerily quiet. The seated figure remained motionless, just as it had been that afternoon.

Li Yan had heard from his fellow disciples that this senior Dharma protector hated being disturbed when he was working.

Seeing this, he tiptoed around, holding his breath like a thief, not daring to linger. He gently placed his dinner on the coffee table and quietly left.

moment.

Downstairs, when the crowd encountered the chubby man again, who was walking furtively with his head down, a martial artist stepped forward to stop him and questioned him in a cold voice:

"Young man, you said 'a while,' but half a day has already passed. How long is your senior going to keep busy?"

Perhaps the man's tone was critical, which immediately made Li Yan dissatisfied, and he muttered impatiently:

"How should I know? The ghosts made you come at the wrong time. If you can't wait, then leave."

"Step aside."

Li Yan was starving and just wanted to eat as soon as possible. Ignoring the other person's livid face, he pushed him away and prepared to leave without looking back.

At this moment, at the instruction of one of the sword wielders, several awakened individuals stepped forward, blocking Li Yan's path and politely inquiring about their dinner and lodging arrangements.

"Forehead...."

Li Yan feigned serious thought, paused for a moment, and then said:

"Since the senior didn't give any instructions, I can't make the decision on my own. Why don't you go find some outside?"

"..."

The awakened individuals were speechless. They had waited all day, only to be left to starve that night.

Not long after Li Yan left, the high-ranking officials of the Nine Ministries and the Security Council heard faint laughter coming from the kitchen in the distance. It sounded like gloating and was particularly grating, making everyone feel very uncomfortable.

Some of them held high positions of power, while others were Level 5 Awakeners. They would never be treated so coldly anywhere. Even with their good tempers, they gradually became dissatisfied.

The wait continued until 2 a.m., but there was still no result. Everyone was caught between not knowing whether to leave or stay.

They tried to contact the Celestial Master, Wei Yuanming, and ask Chairman Lu and several former leaders where they were and if they could meet with them, but they failed; the phone calls simply wouldn't go through.

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The top officials of the Security Council and the nine ministries were becoming increasingly impatient, their anger seething inside them. The pointless waiting was an agonizing ordeal for them, with every second feeling like an eternity.

And it was precisely at this moment that the most stimulating thing to their blood pressure and brain activity happened.

On May 19th, a dozen or so elderly, weak, women and children, weary from their journey, traveled thousands of miles from the northeastern province all the way south to the Sanyi Gate once again. They were none other than the same group of spirits who had sought their help the year before.

Their ancestral homeland was destroyed by the extraordinary creature 'Six-Headed Dragon', burned to the ground.

Most of the immortals who fought to the death perished, leaving only the White Snake Immortal and the Mountain Scorpion Immortal alive. They were severely injured and had no choice but to wander around with their descendants, lingering near their homeland.

Unfortunately, a year later, the two celestial beings who survived that year also succumbed to their recurring injuries and perished.

Until recently, the elderly, women and children, upon hearing of the birth of the Mysterious Venerable, rushed to him, hoping to ask him to eliminate the 'Six-Headed Dragon';

Compared to their ancestors, these descendants cannot even reach the level of 'flawless human form'.

Their strength was far inferior to that of the Nine Departments and the Security Council, and they were easily identified as twelve transformed elves in a single encounter.

However, these ragged and disheveled refugees were treated kindly by Li Yan and Lu Lin, who even provided them with rooms, tea, food, and clothing to live in.

Upon witnessing this scene, several presidents and leaders were so angry that their chests heaved and their blood pressure soared.

Those swordsmen and warriors were even more bewildered. Why were those beasts being treated differently? Was it simply to humiliate them?!

The more this happens, the less they want to leave. I wonder if these beasts also need to wait like them.

On May 22, under the hostile gazes of humans, more than a dozen elves were granted an audience and were led by Li Yan into the library to meet with Weir.

"Why are these later beasts qualified to go in, but we aren't?"

The higher-ups, valuing their reputation, couldn't easily lash out, so they had their own martial arts practitioners act as mouthpieces, sternly interrogating them.

Lu Lin and another disciple stood guard at the entrance to the pavilion and gave their reply:

"Old man, I want to see them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd was filled with indignation, and a cacophony of questions and rebuttals rose and fell.

"What about us?"

"We were here first!"

"Who's in charge of your sect right now?"

"Ha, are we not even as important as a bunch of beasts?"

Lu Lin ignored them, calmly observing them without offering any comment.

......

Fourth floor.

After finishing processing the experimental data for the current phase, Will stretched, let out a soft sigh, and looked pleased.

"Senior, I've brought them with me."

At this moment, Li Yan, who had been waiting for a while, brought the 12 elven survivors to Weir.

"sit."

"Serve them tea."

Will gave the order and then began communicating with the elves.

"Senior, hello. We would like to ask if the Venerable Master and your sect leader are here?"

A young, fair-skinned, and somewhat timid female elf asked.

She is of the bloodline of the White Snake Fairy Clan, named Bai Zhi, and is the one with the highest cultivation among these escaped spirits.

At this moment, however, it felt like it was sitting on pins and needles. The malice of the Level 5 Awakened one downstairs made it feel deeply uneasy, even to the point of panic.

Noticing this, Will waved his hand lightly, and billowing gray mist overflowed, covering the entire pavilion, completely isolating the killing intent of the group of powerful figures.

"No, they've gone out, and their return time is uncertain."

"If there's anything you need, just tell me directly."

Will was slightly surprised by these creatures with human and animal bodies, and even his tone of voice was quite gentle.

“Our territory was invaded by the six-headed dragon, which slaughtered all our people. None of the ancestors in the mountains survived.”

“I heard from my ancestors that it has a close relationship with the Xuanzun, so I have dared to come here and ask the Xuanzun to do us justice and kill the six-headed dragon.”

As Bai Zhi recounted the reason, a thick layer of gray sorrow covered her clear and bright eyes.

The other elderly, weak, sick, and disabled elves were also silently waiting for Will's reply, feeling a little nervous.

The Six-Headed Flood Dragon is one of the most powerful demon kings at present. It would be normal for its request to be rejected. However, it is still unwilling to give up this glimmer of hope. In its desperate eyes, there is still a little hope.

"The sect leader specifically instructed me about this matter before he left."

He said he was sorry, because when you visited last year, he was still in quarantine.

"He later learned of your request and promised that after resolving the conflict between our sect and other sects, he would definitely help you kill the Six-Headed Flood Dragon."

"And he asked me to tell you that the old sect leader will not stand idly by in this matter. As long as he returns, he will help you, so there is no need to worry."

Will relayed every word Chengzhen left behind to the spirits in its entirety.

In an instant, the twelve elves, overwhelmed by the scene, burst into tears, knelt on the ground, and choked out:

"We are deeply grateful for your great kindness, and we are also deeply grateful for the great kindness of the Venerable Master. We will never forget it!"

Will waved his hand dismissively and laughed:

"You're too kind. Until then, if you have nowhere to stay, please stay inside the gate. It's safe here."

"But...we are penniless and can only do manual labor to repay the kindness of food and lodging. If you don't mind, we are willing to stay."

An elderly elf, looking distressed and desperate, had encountered several powerful groups of humans and beasts on his journey south, nearly being killed in the process.

"You are guests, and the sect leader instructed that you should be treated well. There is no need to talk about money. Stay as long as you wish. As for the work, let the juniors do it."

Will distributed the tea that Li Yan had brought to the elves, cup by cup.