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

The first to succumb to the pressure was none other than the old woman in the red scarf who had lost her beast; she was easily killed by more than ten chains.

The old monk was panting heavily; his emaciated body revealed dark red veins that were on the verge of drying up.

The use of external avatars was extremely taxing. Although it delayed his death, it was not enough to withstand Jiang Mo's fierce attacks.

The bald old man, who was playing his killing moves with his ten fingers, saw that his death was imminent and tried to escape. He was surrounded by dense chains, which pierced his chest. He was then smashed to the ground from a great height, his skull shattered, and he was no longer alive.

The once magnificent fortress was reduced to ruins, thick smoke and ashes drifting in the air. The remaining four demons were almost completely exhausted in terms of strength and energy.

Ignoring Yu Qiantuo and the two grandmasters, Jiang Mo focused solely on the old monk whose imposing presence and Vajra Dharma form were steadily weakening, and said with a faint smile:

"Do you remember what I told you before? In return, I'll give you an ancient incantation. If you can endure it, you can stay or leave as you please."

The old monk's lips were stained with crimson blood, and his withered body was on the verge of collapse. He was arrogant and flamboyant, and coldly rebuked, "Kill me or torture me as you please, you brat."

"I'm not so cowardly as to need your charity!"

"Okay, walk slowly."

Jiang Mo formed a hand seal with one hand, his gaze fixed on the old monk, and began to recite a complex and obscure ancient Northern Desert phrase. The passage of time seemed to stand still at that moment.

With a deafening "boom," the surrounding environment went dark. An indescribable pain penetrated deep into the very core of his soul, almost tearing his consciousness to shreds.

In this dark world, the old monk was trapped in an extremely small and narrow coffin, his limbs unable to stretch out, completely broken.

He had no time to chant scriptures or incantations to resist; every second he was enduring the most extreme torture imaginable.

The time was long, and at first he was terrified, trying every possible way to leave.

Half an hour later, he suffered a mental breakdown. The old monk's heart was like withered wood, his consciousness was crushed into fragments, and chaotic memories were scattered throughout his broken soul. He could not even utter a hoarse wail.

A pitch-black world, devoid of light and sound, filled only with absolute silence and an infinitely prolonged time, where numb consciousness sinks into purgatory.

However, in the eyes of Yu Qiantuo and others, it was a different scene altogether.

As Jiang Mo chanted the ancient incantation, the old monk suddenly bled from all seven orifices, his eyeballs bulged, and he knelt down stiffly, his muscles and bones dissolving inch by inch, a bizarre and terrifying sight.

Yu Qiantuo closed his eyes in despair, giving up resistance and letting his battered body bleed profusely. For him, it was better to commit suicide than to be killed by that person.

A burst of Qi exploded at his heart, and this Taoist master from western Hunan reached the end of his life.

The two surviving demons, a man and a woman, looked alike and were likely siblings. The man, who wielded purple fire, blocked Jiang Mo's path and negotiated with him.

“We have never had any enmity with Trinity, but we have been dragged into this conflict against our own will.”

“I know where Wugensheng is. I beg you, Taoist priest, to show mercy and spare my sister.”

Looking at his selfless and righteous posture, Jiang Mo couldn't help but smile:

"Are you joking right now? You can fool yourself with the excuse of being unable to control your own destiny."

"Taoist Master, are you really going to force us into a dead end?!"

The man refused to argue.

Negotiations broke down, and he risked everything, unleashing a torrent of purple flames as he fought Jiang Mo, with the female demon assisting him from the sidelines.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

This was a pointless moth drawn to a flame. The two, whose lives were far less precious than Jiang Mo's, were swept away by the silver chain in less than ten rounds, their heads severed, and they lay in pools of blood.

Thus, another stronghold of the Quanxing Sect—Gao Huzi Village—was destroyed by fire, along with all the bandits and sorcerers.

Chapter 55 Letter from Home

After the war, Lu Jin, dressed in white stained with blood and dirt, staggered over.

His face was pale, and despite the excruciating pain all over his body, he asked Jiang Mo, "Uncle-Master, how are you?"

"It's alright, my muscles and bones feel very flexible and comfortable."

Despite the bloody battle, Jiang Mo showed no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, the light in his eyes became even more profound, and his mental state was naturally full, quite unlike Lu Jin's weakness.

"Your injuries are a bit serious. Let's go find a quiet place to recuperate."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Uncle-Master..." Lu Jin said gratefully, his voice hoarse, the thick blood still wet, running down his arm and into his palm.

As the fire subsided, the entire mountain stronghold was destroyed, and the remains, along with the ruins, were buried in the valley.

Jiang Mo used his Qi to create a wind, soaring straight into the sky, and took Lu Jin away.

A silver light swept across the night sky, speeding across the vast, desolate land, returning to the outpost where they had rested the previous night.

In the quiet, insect-whispering mountain stream and dense forest, Lu Jin squatted on the bank of the stream, using the mountain spring water to wash away the dirt from his wounds.

The body, which was in a state of high tension, relaxed considerably upon contact with the cool stream, and the intense pain in the wound was relieved.

Lu Jin tore a section of her long robe, used her right hand to seal the acupoints around the wound, stopped the bleeding, and began to bandage the wound.

Jiang Mo disappeared into the surrounding dark woods to hunt, and soon returned carrying several pheasant carcasses and some dry grass and firewood.

The wood piled up in a grid pattern, as he channeled his Qi, a streak of crimson flame fell from his fingertips, and it burst into flames like firecrackers.

Late at night, pheasants are skewered on bamboo sticks and roasted over a campfire, emitting an enticing aroma. Golden oil drips down from time to time, and the tender skin and meat are roasted until slightly charred and crispy.

The two sat on the ground. Lu Jin was exhausted and weak from hunger. Jiang Mo took a skewer of roasted pheasant and handed it to him.

"Eat first."

"Uncle-Master..."

"eat."

"Thank you, uncle."

Lu Jin took the bamboo skewer, and even though he was hungry, he ate it rather politely.

He ate the huge roasted chicken bit by bit, his body was replenished, and a warm current flowed through his abdomen and chest, restoring some color to his pale and haggard face.

"Uncle-Master...can I ask you something?"

"ask."

Jiang Mo sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, his heart as still as water.

"What secret technique was the ancient incantation you used before?"

Lu Jin voiced his inner confusion. From his perspective, the ferocious demon was killed on the spot after listening to the ancient incantation, demonstrating its unparalleled power.

"Ancient Ferry Spirit-Breaking Curse".

Jiang Mo smiled slightly and explained its origin: "When I was traveling in the Northern Desert, I befriended a tribe deep in the mountains and helped them a lot. In return, I received this spell as a gift."

“Once the incantation is recited, the cursed person can be trapped in the world of consciousness, amplifying the pain and slowing down time. To maintain this imprisonment effect, the cursed person’s flesh and blood must be consumed until they turn into a pool of blood, at which point the prison will collapse and their consciousness will be extinguished.”

"The solution is quite simple: stay calm, ignore the pain, and you'll be out quickly. It's a kind of supplementary training method that can temper your mind."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin suddenly realized and asked again:

"What about the incantation that bald old monk chanted for you?"

"I was behind you at the time, and even my emotions were affected, I became anxious, my head was dizzy, and I almost lost control of my body."

"The Mantra of the Otherworldly Demon pulls people into their inner world, amplifies and fulfills their desires, and makes them sink into it, unable to extricate themselves."

Jiang Mo looked Lu Jin up and down and reminded him, "You are young now and your cultivation is not bad. What you need to pay special attention to is the tempering of your character."

"Otherwise, if you encounter something like the succubus from last time or the other demon curse from this time, you will undoubtedly suffer a great loss."

"This disciple will heed the teachings of my master." The warm glow of the campfire illuminated Lu Jin's earnest and solemn expression.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from the distant mountains and forests, and several figures jumped to the ground.

"Who?" Lu Jin turned around warily.

"Young Master Lu, it's been a while, why don't you recognize me?"

Jiang Mo looked up and saw a man walking towards him. He was rugged and bold, wearing a long black robe and sporting a buzz cut full of energy.

"Uncle Qiao! It's you."

Lu Jin recognized the approaching group as his family's guards and breathed a sigh of relief, quickly rising to greet them.

"Come, come, Uncle Qiao, Uncle Ge, Uncle Zhang, please have a seat."

The guard politely declined with a faint smile, then raised his voice to explain:

"You're too kind, young master. Lord Lu and the head of the family sent us brothers to find out about you. There are still some firefly paper left at home. After roughly determining your location, we rushed over."

"It's a letter from the Celestial Master's Mansion that they asked us to pass on to you and this Daoist Sanyi."

"Here, this is a new copy."

Uncle Qiao got straight to the point, reaching into his robes to retrieve the letter and respectfully handing it to Lu Jin.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Qiao."

"The head of the family specifically instructed us to ask you if you need any help; if you do, we brothers don't need to go back to report, we can stay with you, young master."

The three guards possessed extraordinary bearing and impressive skills, surpassing even the average elite of the Quanxing Sect.

"I'm sorry to have troubled my father and uncles."

A warm feeling washed over Lu Jin, and he declined with relief, saying, "Uncle Qiao, please tell my father for me when you go back that I am extremely grateful for his support."

"Oh, my young master, please take good care of yourselves and this Taoist priest."

Uncle Qiao had watched Lu Jin grow up and knew that the boy was straightforward and wouldn't change his mind even if the sky fell. So he didn't say anything more, but just patted him on the shoulder and reminded him repeatedly:

"When you grow up and venture into the world, you need to be careful. If you encounter any difficulties that you can't solve, remember to come home."

"Yes, Uncle Qiao, don't worry."

After a brief farewell, the guards hurriedly mounted their horses and returned to the Lu family to report their orders.

Lu Jin sat down again, opened the envelope, and his expression turned serious as soon as he read the contents: "Uncle-Master, Wugensheng has shown up and wants to settle our score at Longhu Mountain."

After saying that, he handed the letter to Jiang Mo.

Is the date the day after tomorrow?

Jiang Mo scanned the handwriting, a playful smile playing on his lips:

"Using force to stop war means facing life and death. They finally lost their temper. In this way, we can save ourselves from the tedious process."

Lu Jin was somewhat uneasy: "The letter only mentions him. I wonder where Li Muxuan is now?"

“Perhaps he came with Wugensheng, or perhaps he has hidden somewhere else; in any case, I will kill him, and he will not survive.”

Jiang Mo remained calm, showing no concern about not being able to find the two.

Lu Jin clenched his fists so tightly they cracked. He hated Li Muxuan to the core. If it weren't for this man and the demon who stormed the mountain, his master would never have passed away.

"I'd better see him at Longhu Mountain."

"Then let's hope he shows up."

Jiang Mo casually put the letter into the campfire to burn, and said calmly, "I will deal with Wugensheng, and you will deal with Li Muxuan. Together we will slay the demon."

“Fine—!” Lu Jin’s eyes flashed with cold light.

"Tomorrow is a quiet retreat; get yourself into the best possible state."

Chapter 56 Be Honest in Your Conduct

The moon hangs high in the sky, amidst the desolate thatched huts.

Li Muxuan woke up in a daze, his vision was blurry, his whole body was swollen and painful, and he was unable to move as if he were being paralyzed by a ghost.

"That's fast, you've only slept for a few hours."

Seeing this, Old Duan helped him up and brought him a bowl of water.

"Where is the sect leader?" Li Muxuan's head was throbbing, he felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and his limbs were weak.

"Here, put him in to sleep."

The simple wooden bed was covered with a thin straw mat.

Wugensheng was unconscious and sleeping on the inside, while Li Muxuan was on the outside. He stiffly turned his head and felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the sect leader's face.

His skin was haggard and cracked, as if he had aged decades overnight, his lifeless aura was oppressive, and his breathing was very weak.