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

"it is good."

Without a second thought, Lü Ci immediately agreed.

The two chatted until evening, and as dinner time approached, Tang Jiaren simply opened up and said:

"Fellow Daoist Xu, if I may be so bold, I wonder if your medical skills are truly capable of unraveling the secret techniques of my Tang Clan?"

"Have one."

Lu Ci reached out his hand to him, gesturing for him to plant the Dan Shi (a type of medicinal pill).

"This...isn't that a bad idea?"

Tang Jiaren looked troubled. If this killing technique were to take the opponent's life, the Tang Clan would lose a valuable ally.

"No need for that. I'll just send someone to the prison to arrest the traitor." Master Hong stood up and quickly went to make the arrangements.

Soon, a ragged, battered traitor was brought into the hall.

"Do it."

"call out--!"

Tang Jiaren flicked his finger, and a poison shot out, entering the prisoner's forehead. A few seconds later, the poison began to take effect, and he let out a shrill wail, his face contorted and twisted, with veins bulging.

"Wow!"

A mysterious red light emanated from Lü Ci's left hand. He gripped the prisoner's throat and began to repair his damaged body.

Until the effects of the pill-devouring medicine wore off, the body was repaired more than ten times, thus smoothly resolving the fatal blow from the pill-devouring medicine.

“…”

The elderly people who witnessed this scene had a sudden tremor in their pupils. With their rich experience, they could easily see that the pill had worked, but it couldn't kill anyone. It was Xu Wubo's medical skills that had saved the person.

This indirectly broke the Dan Shi (a magical pill-devouring technique).

Unable to suppress their inner turmoil, the three were momentarily lost. The outcome was too cruel; the deadly technique passed down for thousands of years had suddenly become ineffective. They felt a tightness in their chests and a sense of loss.

"The world is vast and full of wonders..."

"Fellow Daoist Xu, you're truly remarkable, truly remarkable..."

Tang Bingwen was somewhat downcast, but he still couldn't help but admire her.

At the same time, he saw an unprecedented opportunity: if the person in front of him was willing to stay for a long time, how could the Tang Clan not prosper?

It's true that Dan Shi has been broken, but that doesn't stop it from being an ultimate assassination technique. Under heaven, there's probably no one else with such medical skills.

The Tang Clan had the opportunity to learn the Pill Devouring Technique, but they couldn't overcome the hurdle, and countless disciples made mistakes along the way.

With the assistance of this medical technique, the success rate of disciples inheriting the Dan Shi technique will be greatly increased, unlike before when failure meant death.

Moreover, in this chaotic world, the more disciples learn Dan Shi, the more Japanese devils can be assassinated. Compared with the survival of the nation, the limitations of the sect's unique skills are not worth paying too much attention to.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, I have a favor to ask."

"I know what Master Tang wants to say. I can help you, but I may not stay here for long. I have personal matters to attend to and need to return to the north."

Lu Ci was also thinking about things at home, but he knew that it would be almost half a year before the attack of the Bihe Ren, so he was willing to spend these days helping Gao Mei with trivial matters and come to the Tang Clan to see the elder he had admired in the past.

He planned to go home and visit after he finished his business here.

"Is that so?"

Tang Bingwen smiled slightly and rose to bow:

"Alright, on behalf of the Tang Clan, I thank you."

“No, you are older than me.” Lü Ci quickly helped the old man up.

......

And so, Lü Ci and Gao Mei settled down temporarily at the Tang Clan.

A week later, Liang Ting was executed by Gao Yingcai.

During his stay, Lü Ci healed many injured members of the Tang Clan and helped several people break through their cultivation barriers. After a month, they all succeeded.

Meanwhile, Gao Mei, who stayed in the Tang Clan, smiled more and more each day. She even taught Feng Hou Qi Men to her father and master. They were amazed by the wonders of this amazing skill and could not calm down for a long time.

Tang Bingwen, in particular, witnessed the future of the Tang Clan, which possessed limitless potential. Although the power of Dan Shi, which complemented Feng Hou, had not increased, its near-guaranteed hit rate and undetectable stealth reduced its past weaknesses to a great extent.

With Gao Mei's meticulous guidance, coupled with their patience and perseverance, they quickly got the hang of it and achieved some success.

Another month later, Lü Ci bid farewell to Gao Mei and the Tang Clan members, and headed north alone, returning to the county town where the Lü family used to live.

He saw his younger, spirited self.

I met my gentle, humble and polite elder brother.

He also met his father, whom he remembered as somewhat strict, shrewd, and the one who led the family through hardships.

And one familiar relative after another.

Lu Ci, hiding in the shadows, dared not approach this reality. The closer he got to his hometown, the more timid he became. He could only gaze at it from afar, filled with many emotions.

Time flew by, and several months passed. Lü Ci left silently. Unlike Gao Mei, who could find a reason to stay in the Tang Clan, he couldn't get past the hurdle in his heart and couldn't integrate into the old Lü family. He was content just by observing his brother's and his younger self's movements from time to time.

"Bihe Ren..."

Lu Ci vaguely remembered that his elder brother was affected by some kind of spatial displacement ability and was directly beheaded by the Japanese demon sword demon Eita. Otherwise, in a direct confrontation, he would not have lost at all.

The interception battle resulted in numerous deaths. Higanbana, protected by the Japanese troops, had hundreds of guns blocking their way after landing. In this era, it would be difficult for ordinary superhumans to ambush them with their own flesh and blood.

However, this time, Lü Ci will not allow the same thing to happen again.

In late spring of 1941, Lü Ci, having had enough of staying in the north, went to the Tang Clan in Sichuan, where he was warmly welcomed by everyone.

He stayed there for a little over a month, and on the eve of the landing of Bihe Ren, he asked Gao Mei if she wanted to go with him, and received an affirmative answer.

“Let’s go, let’s go.” The peasant woman smiled and said without any politeness.

On May 3, before Xiaozhan received any news, late one night, Lü Ci and Gao Mei left a letter and departed from Tangmen.

They sped across the vast land at low Mach numbers, traveling overnight from the inland to the coast, then across the sea to find a deserted island and intercept nearby shipping lanes.

On May 6, at dusk, a medium-sized ferry, billowing black smoke, slowly glided across the sea and came into view of the two men. On board were more than seventy extraordinary people from the Hira Ninja clan, as well as hundreds of Japanese soldiers escorting them.

Four hundred meters away on a deserted island, two desolate and thin figures stood on the beach.

"Shall we do it, you or me?"

Lu Ci asked in a calm voice that the enemy he had wanted to kill all his life was on that ferry, and at this moment, he could no longer suppress his murderous intent.

"Go ahead."

"I won't spoil your fun."

"I've taken care of the surrounding waters for you; they won't be able to leave."

Gao Mei activated the Qimen formation, covering an area of ​​a thousand meters. In the distance, commotion could be heard. The ferry was blocked, as if it had hit an invisible wall and could not advance any further. All the ninja cultivators were on high alert.

"Okay, I'll go..."

A sinister glint appeared in Lü Ci's eyes. In the next instant, his figure vanished, and the air exploded with a sound.

A white stream of energy pierced through the void, as dazzling as silver light, hovering in mid-air. The distance of several hundred meters was covered in a flash.

Lu Ci leaped into the air and charged to the top of the ferry. His expression was icy cold. He frantically gathered power in his right arm and roared. The huge and dark Ruyi Force roared continuously, like a black hole that devoured all light, terrifying to the extreme.

The people on the ferry cried out in terror for help, with no time to react.

"Boom!!!"

With a massive fist-shaped impact, the ferry snapped in half, instantly torn to shreds by the vortex of Qi energy. The ninja cultivators on board exploded into pools of blood mist, sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Even the demon Eita was not spared. He screamed in agony as his protective aura shattered at the slightest touch, and his body exploded like a bubble. Even his demon sword was reduced to scrap metal by the raging fist winds.

As dusk fell, blood stained the sea crimson. Lü Ci stood on the horizon, the chilly evening wind ruffling his hair. It was all over...

In the era of his arrival, there was no suspense whatsoever; with a single strike, he utterly annihilated the numerous ninja cultivators of the Hira Ninja.

The year is now 1942, summer, and the two-year deadline is fast approaching.

According to the original timeline, Lü Ci and Gao Mei remembered that this was the time when Jiang Moyun finished his travels and returned to the Sanyi Sect. They went to visit him and met with the Left Sect Master and Mr. Kuang Ya, but were told that their junior brother had not returned.

The two thanked him and then left.

As autumn drew to a close, Gao Mei spent her last warm moments at the Tang Clan, carrying out missions with her fellow disciples and seniors, assassinating many leaders of the Eastern supernatural forces rooted on the mainland.

Lu Ci chose to return to his family, find his younger self, and while his younger self was asleep, left behind a boxing manual and the essentials of cultivating the Dual-Hand Technique.

He hoped that his version of himself in this timeline would have no regrets, but ultimately he didn't belong here and had to rush back, treating it as a vacation.

Afterwards, Lü Ci went to another room, glanced at his father who was still fast asleep, silently stayed with him for a long time, and then turned around and went to his elder brother Lü Ren's bedroom.

With his cultivation level, he could walk freely within the Lü family mansion without being detected by any of the night patrol guards.

The moonlight, as white as frost, spilled through the window onto the floor. Lü Ci stood on the edge of the bed, reminiscing about the beautiful past of the two brothers, while silently saying many things to himself.

He hoped his elder brother would live a peaceful life, get married soon, and have a healthy baby boy; a girl would be nice too.

Unfortunately, two years is too short a time, and he couldn't wait until then.

Originally, Lü Ci could have used his dual-wielding abilities to enter Lü Ren's dream and talk to him, but he decided against it. He was afraid that if they talked for too long, he would stay and miss the appointed time.

Time slipped away silently until dawn was about to break.

Lu Ci's figure vanished like a gentle breeze, his cold, sharp eyes now filled with tenderness and satisfaction, with faint traces of murky tears still visible.

At the same moment, Gao Mei, far away in the Tang Clan, also silently wiped away the magic patterns on her wrist.

The scene before my eyes blurred instantly, and my body seemed to be uncontrollably swept into another dimension.

......

When they opened their eyes again, Lü Ci and Gao Mei had returned to the modern timeline.

In the dimly lit laboratory, they saw a tall, slender figure sitting cross-legged by the window, silently cultivating; it was none other than Jiang Mo's avatar.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, without any verbal communication, the Dharma Body waved its hand, and a deep purple void portal leading to the outside world appeared out of thin air.

"Thank you, Master Jiang."

The two said in unison, and then bowed in greeting.

The nearly two-year-long time travel has indeed made them feel much better, made up for past regrets, and given them a new lease on life, feeling more at ease than ever before.

The Dharma Body closed its eyes and remained silent, treating them as if they were nothing.

"Farewell."

The two men looked respectful and devout, then turned and disappeared into the void portal.

They returned to their families and sects, embarking on the path of life they had not yet completed.

Chapter 458 A Surprise Attack on the Demon's Den, A Thorn-Sweeping Sweep

Winter of 1940, another world line.

The cold wind howled, like a knife scraping the bone. On the desolate Gobi Desert, the calm space suddenly rippled and then shattered, revealing three tall figures.

Looking at the somewhat familiar desert, with its vast sky and expansive land, Jiang Mo couldn't help but smile. If he wasn't mistaken, this was the edge of the northern frontier. A few dozen miles further on, they would officially enter the northern frontier.

"The spiritual energy here is quite good..."

Upon arriving, Chengzhen was slightly surprised. The place they were in was only a few times worse than the era of spiritual energy revival, which was not bad. Their bodies did not show any obvious rejection reaction.

"Uncle-Master, are you cold? I'll protect you."

Zhuge Yu, who was standing to the side, remembered that Jiang Mo's power was restricted and he was worried that Jiang Mo had caught a cold. He quickly opened the Qi Array to create a continuous stream of warm air for him.

"I'm okay."

Jiang Mo looked ahead and saw a vast, boundless desert. The sky was iron-colored by the frigid temperature. Almost no living things could be seen, and the vegetation had withered on the ground. In the distance, the mountains resembled the undulating spine of a dragon, appearing and disappearing, magnificent and majestic.

Then, he lowered his eyes slightly, staring thoughtfully at his right hand, which was covered with pale cracks, like shattered ceramic.

"What's wrong?!" Zhuge Yu had a bad feeling and his expression suddenly changed.

"No problem."

"But the world's suppression of me was much harsher than I had imagined. However, I was not ultimately rejected."