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

It was precisely this ordeal that successfully propelled him into the profound realm between the second and third levels, making him almost a half-step terrestrial immortal. Every inch of his flesh, bones, and even his most vulnerable brain achieved permanent Qi transformation.

Healing from his injuries.

Reflections.

Hurry up.

As the year drew to a close, Jiang Mo arrived deep in the northern frontier. On the vast grasslands, he heard many stories about his unseen senior uncle, Chongyan, who was known as a Xuanxian descended to earth, immortal and indestructible, and had over a hundred evil cultivators under his command.

The tribes enslaved by them suffered extremely tragic fates, with heavy casualties and their ancestral secret techniques being taken away.

Suppressing his rage, Jiang Mo fought his way through, annihilating all of the enemy's henchmen stationed in various tribes.

When he passed through a tribe called 'Gurlaye', the old chieftain, knowing his intentions, gave him a dark green ring and instructed him to carry it with him to prevent the harm of the Soul-Breaking Curse.

This move proved to be crucial later on.

Late at night, the silver moon hangs high in the sky, and a cool breeze blows.

Jiang Mo stormed into the demon's stronghold and was met with a scene that sent chills down his spine: humanoid monsters everywhere, completely demonized, their human characteristics gone, all of them monsters who had cultivated forbidden ancient arts of a certain tribe and stolen the power of wild beasts.

His senior master, Daoist Chongyan, was the most perfect trial participant. He largely retained his human form and possessed the power of hundreds of natural creatures, thus becoming a so-called 'demon,' yet he called himself a 'god.'

"boom!!!"

The battle was fierce and would not end in peace. Chongyan's strength was even greater than Jiang Mo's, and he also had the assistance of a hundred evil cultivators.

It was an extremely brutal battle that left Jiang Mo in despair. He was covered in wounds and suffered repeated serious injuries. Fortunately, he had a Qi-transformed body and was able to recover on his last breath. He continued to withstand the pressure from the front and invade from the edges. It took him nearly two days to kill all of Chongyan's henchmen.

His condition was less than a third of his peak, and he had no chance of winning against Chongyan, who was slightly injured.

"Miaohui, it would be such a waste to send such a good disciple like you to your death."

Chongyan's strange eyes revealed deep admiration as he promised:

"We are destined to meet. If you are willing to surrender, I will never kill you. On the contrary, I will give you an important position and appoint you as my successor. Then, if we join forces, we can suppress both the righteous and evil factions in the martial world. Wouldn't this vast world be within our grasp? What do you say?"

"No way."

Jiang Mo, covered in blood, was panting heavily, like a wild beast at its wit's end. His chest rose and fell slightly, and he vomited up pieces of his internal organs from time to time.

His Reverse Life Technique could indeed be activated continuously, allowing his body to constantly transform Qi, but Chongyan had far too many lackeys, which took him two whole days to exhaust. He couldn't withstand the continuous drain and could only use it intermittently to suppress his injuries.

"Not so good? Heh..." Upon hearing this, Chongyan chuckled lightly, showing no anger, and continued to persuade him:

"Do you despise and resist me so much because you think I've fallen into demonic ways? That I'm unworthy to be your teacher?"

"..."

Jiang Mo remained silent, his gaze cold. He couldn't be bothered with this madman; he was simply tense, seizing this brief moment of respite to replenish his nearly depleted true qi.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, but the two had never spoken and knew nothing about each other.

Chongyan saw only pure killing intent in Jiang Mo's eyes, an unwavering will. After a moment's thought, he said mockingly:

"Why don't you think about how your master managed to get back alive?"

"If I were truly a demon, killing him would be as easy as turning my hand. Turning him into my puppet would surely help my ambitions reach even greater heights, wouldn't it?"

"What exactly do you want to do?" Jiang Mo demanded sharply.

"The sects will eventually be destroyed. They lurk in the shadows, always watching silently, like monsters in the shadows. How could you, with your crippled and rebellious life, possibly save a collapsing edifice?"

Chongyan chuckled self-deprecatingly and then spoke from the heart:

"Once upon a time, I also had a body just like yours, but that power was nothing but a joke in front of those nemesis. With a wave of my hand, it would be enough to make us doomed forever."

"So, you abandoned your sect, abandoned yourself, and became this inhuman, ghostly creature?"

Jiang Mo frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

“I did not abandon you. I stood at the forefront to protect you and took all the blame. I only killed some outsiders. Why are you and your master so blinded by such a small matter and turned against me?”

"Otherwise, do you think you, a flock of lambs to the slaughter, will repeat the tragedy of history?"

"In this world, it has always been a dog-eat-dog world. The so-called good and evil are not as clear-cut as you think. Of course, in my eyes, they have no meaning."

"Morality, benevolence, rules, and conscience cannot bind me. I was born free, and everything I do is in accordance with the will of Heaven! I am a pawn among the vast multitude of beings, carrying the will of Heaven and moving freely. As for the gossip of ordinary people, it is not worth mentioning."

Seeing the young man's unmoved expression, Chongyan gradually lost patience.

This stubborn young man's personality is harder than iron; once he's made up his mind, he's just like Miao Hui, and he probably won't submit to him either.

"The monster in the shadows you mentioned, is it...?"

Jiang Mo was still stalling for time. Under the repair of the reverse life force, his internal organs and flesh were reorganized, becoming stronger and more robust.

"Didn't Miaohui tell you?"

Chongyan didn't answer but asked a question in return. At the same time, he saw through Jiang Mo's trick. Perhaps because he had great confidence in his own strength, he did not directly interrupt the other party's actions of restoring his true qi.

"No."

Jiang Mo sensed a hidden meaning in the old ghost's words; it seemed that he had willingly fallen into the demonic path because of a potential threat.

"There's no point in telling you."

Chongyan did not elaborate, a hint of reminiscence appearing in his eyes, and calmly said:

"Since my junior disciple is unwilling to follow my principles, then let me take you on a journey."

"When you see your master in the afterlife, remember to give him my regards, and tell him that your senior brother will do his best... to protect everyone..."

Having said that, his mind cleared, and he slowly raised his right hand, preparing to form a hand seal, chanting an ancient incantation to kill Jiang Mo in one fell swoop.

"Fate... If it is fate that I must kill you here, Uncle-Master, can you accept it?"

At this point, Jiang Mo had also come to terms with it. He didn't think he had a chance to leave this place alive. The best outcome would probably be a fight to the death.

During the conversation, his originally depleted true qi suddenly surged and became abundant. His once-flying frosty hair turned dull and gray, his figure became thinner, and his face was covered with dense wrinkles, making him look at least fifty or sixty years older in an instant.

Driven to the brink of despair, Jiang Mo burned his lifespan, squeezing out the most extreme power from the depths of his body, transcending time and overdrawing his future, yet his face showed no regret or fear.

"Hmm... more amazing than your master, qualified to compete with me."

Chongyan, unable to hide his approval, dispersed the hand seals of the Spirit-Breaking Curse. His body instantly erupted with even more terrifying energy, arrogant and wicked, as he grinned maliciously:

"Come here! Let me test your quality."

"boom!!!"

A terrifying explosion rang out, and two afterimages vanished, locked in a fierce battle. Their fists moved with lightning speed, and with each collision, the sound of bones shattering echoed.

"Boom!"

Jiang Mo's figure, like a shooting star, traversed the vast mountainous terrain, carving a deep ravine.

After exchanging blows for dozens of rounds, he suffered a great loss. Half of his arm was covered in blood and was almost blown apart. Blood was flowing from all five fingers, revealing pale bone fragments. Chongyan's strength was the most terrifying existence he had ever seen, without exception.

The fatal flaw was that Jiang Mo's physical skills were far superior to his. He had once used a trick to break Chong Yan's arm, and his regeneration speed was completely beyond Jiang Mo's imagination.

In the blink of an eye, a brand new, fair arm emerged from the bloody wound, a healing technique even more exaggerated than reverse aging, completely unlike any divine skill belonging to the mortal realm.

"Never seen one before, have you? A calf, that's the bloodline power of a salamander."

Chongyan burst into laughter, his demonic energy surging to the heavens. Taking advantage of Jiang Mo's momentary daze, he delivered a powerful punch, reversing the situation and sending Jiang Mo flying dozens of feet away.

"Come again!"

"Don't die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, nine huge ball-shaped lightning bolts appeared behind Chongyan, instantly releasing hundreds of bolts of lightning as thick as basins, which struck towards Jiang Mo.

"?!"

"boom--!"

Jiang Mo's pupils shrank sharply. Before he could even be shocked, he hurriedly gathered his strength in both hands, condensing his Qi into a powerful force to withstand the wildly dancing lightning snakes. His arms went numb from the blast, and he retreated repeatedly.

However, these were only two species whose power he had stolen. Chongyan's methods far exceeded Jiang Mo's comprehension.

He had never encountered such an outrageous enemy in his life. A severed arm regenerating and the ability to control lightning—either of these would be extraordinary skills that would make him famous throughout the martial arts world.

Then, Chongyan's skin gradually became transparent, completely hidden in the real space. Only his faint scent could not be concealed. However, because he moved extremely fast, Jiang Mo instantly captured more than a dozen locations, making it impossible to distinguish which one was real.

"Gurgle!!!"

The thick fog, as black as ink, spread out at this moment, converging on the central area from all sides at a rapid speed, leaving no chance to escape or dodge.

Thus, Jiang Mo fell into the killing field meticulously arranged by Chong Yan.

"call-!"

"call-!"

Danger lurked everywhere. Jiang Mo calmed his nearly out-of-control heartbeat and remained composed.

Only at this moment did he realize just how terrifying the enemies his master had faced were. No wonder he was so haggard and devastated after returning home.

"call out--"

Suddenly, a large hand covered in poisonous spots attacked from the side, reaching for Jiang Mo's heart.

"Pfft!"

"boom!"

Jiang Mo did not dodge, letting the withered hand pierce his heart. Meanwhile, the muscles in his right arm bulged wildly, like an arrow bursting from a fully drawn bow. Without any embellishment, it was just a simple and brutal iron-shattering horizontal punch that smashed towards the blurry figure's brow.

"Um?"

The aged voice sounded slightly doubtful, realizing they had grasped at nothing.

Just as his five fingers trembled slightly, releasing poisonous energy, the blue and white energy that constituted Jiang Mo's body seemed to come alive, constantly overflowing and avoiding the poisonous energy.

"Click! Click!"

With the sound of bones cracking, excruciating pain seeped into Jiang Mo's nerves.

He was extremely surprised and threw a heavy punch at the old ghost's head, as if he had hit a hard carapace. Instantly, thick blood stained his entire palm, and even his bones trembled.

“Amazing, your duality is completely different from others’ duality.”

"I'm finding it increasingly difficult to kill you, you little monkey."

Chongyan smiled with satisfaction, highly recognizing the achievements of his junior.

This is even further than he was back then; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he's only a hair's breadth away from triple rebirth.

"call out-!"

"call out--!!"

"Crash!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Mo's body disintegrated, forming strands of true qi that unleashed terrifying killing moves. Countless tiny grains of qi sand, compressed to an uncompressible state of qi transformation, instantly locked onto Chong Yan's vital points, like a hail of bullets raining down.

"Clang clang clang!!!"

"Pfft!!"

"Pfft!!"

"Cough cough, what? Little monkey, you were hiding this move!!"

A furious voice rang out, and before Chongyan could react, his iron-colored skin was riddled with hideous holes. His limbs were loose and limp, as if he had been shot through a sieve, and strange blackish-green blood flowed out, emitting a foul and pungent odor.

Even so, he was only injured. The power of his salamander bloodline was activated again, and his flesh and blood healed rapidly. Then he revealed a cruel and ruthless smile.

"Want to kill me? You're a million miles away!"

"Gulu! Guru!"

Then, Chongyan gritted his teeth and endured the rampage of the foreign true qi within his body, tearing apart his internal organs and flesh. He secreted a high-intensity acid to trap and decompose it all.

"Wow!"

Not far away, blue and white true qi slowly gathered into a figure.

Jiang Mo's face was pale, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth. Even though he had the advantage of striking first, Old Ghost's vitality was terrifying, and he had countless trump cards. Let alone winning in one blow, even severely injuring his opponent was a pipe dream.

"Bang!!"

"boom!!!"

Immediately, the two figures clashed again.

Jiang Mo had an absolute advantage in close combat. He deflected Chong Yan's attack, used his elbow as an axe, and rammed into the opponent's chest. He suddenly unleashed a burst of short-range force, smashing a twisted crater. The pain made the old man lose his mind and go berserk for a moment. Deep black lightning burst out around his body, forcibly forcing Jiang Mo back.