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

Si Chong, witnessing the birth of this miracle, was so excited that he danced with joy.

Unlike his surprise when he learned of Xia Xun's triple rebirth, now that he saw his senior brother personally stepping into this realm, standing suspended in mid-air like an immortal, his joy erupted like a torrent.

This means that the cultivation path provided by the junior brother is correct, and in the future, the sect will not only have one master at the third level, but everyone will have the potential to reach the third level!

After exchanging pleasantries for less than a quarter of an hour, the four returned home. Although the third level did not lead to instant success, it held infinite possibilities. Zuo Ruotong, however, kept a low profile, feeling that she had not yet escaped the constraints of lifespan, and therefore did not announce the good news of breaking through to the third level.

That day, Jiang Mo took Si Chong and Zuo Ruotong to the secluded cultivation place in the back mountain, guiding them to the beginning of the true method, refining the three qi, reversing the five elements, and even having Zhuge Yu demonstrate, grabbing a handful of soil and transforming it into grass, fire, water, minerals, and so on.

After several days of practice, and with Jiang Mo's constant guidance, Zuo Ruotong successfully mastered the Qi-dissolving technique, transforming most substances into acquired true Qi. She could also transform acquired true Qi into natural Qi, which she could then use in the form of magic.

Half a month later, when he first tried to transform the Qi of the rock and soil into innate Qi and integrate it with his body, he finally revealed a relieved smile. His depleted lifespan had a chance to be extended, and there was a slight change.

Although the hidden injuries were still there, they were not as fatal as before. Especially after entering the third level, the worsening injuries were almost healed. What led him to decline and death was not the injuries, but rather the depleted innate Qi.

If one's innate Qi can be replenished, it means that one's lifespan is expected to exceed one hundred, two hundred, or even three hundred years. The sect will surely flourish under the efforts of this generation.

On the 5th day of the 8th lunar month, Zuo Ruotong, who had indeed reached the third level, wanted to announce her advancement to the third level in front of her disciples, but was dissuaded by Jiang Mo, who gave the following reason:

"A tall tree catches the wind; it's best not to make a fuss about it, lest it attract those with ill intentions."

Then, he revealed some information about the secret realm sects to Zuo Ruotong, urging his senior brother to cultivate diligently in the coming sixty years so that when the secret realms revived one after another, he would still have the ability to protect himself. As for him, he would travel the world to seek new opportunities.

"Junior brother, you've thought this through. At this juncture, war is raging and people are filled with anxiety. If news of the triple incident were to spread now, it would surely attract the covetous eyes of countless ambitious individuals."

“If it were just me fighting them alone, it wouldn’t matter. But most of my disciples have relatives, and I don’t want them to get involved and become tools for others to extort or blackmail me.”

Zuo Ruotong accepted Jiang Mo's suggestion to temporarily conceal the news of her breakthrough to the third level, and instructed Si Chong not to mention her breakthrough to the third level in front of anyone.

If some busybodies want to rank people by seniority and compete for empty titles of strength, let them be. He has never thought of becoming the only extraordinary person who stands above all others.

Since Chong had cultivated the Three Ones True Method, he naturally knew how terrifying the upper limit of such a divine skill was and how many disasters it would bring. Without hesitation, he agreed to the request for secrecy.

In addition, Jiang Mo also passed on ancient mantras to them, hoping that when he taught the sect's techniques to his disciples in the future, there would be an extra layer of protection.

Realizing that he would be leaving soon, Zhuge Yu gifted over a dozen high-grade magic artifacts from his storage pendant to Zuo Ruotong and Sichong, ostensibly as a junior showing respect to his elders and contributing to the sect.

The two were deeply moved and extremely grateful, thanking him repeatedly.

On the 10th day of the 8th lunar month, Jiang Mo sat upright in the study on the second floor of the Sutra Repository, with a desk in front of him covered with sheets of snow-white Xuan paper.

Zuo Ruotong held the inkstone beside him, his expression gentle, like the most steady and kind older brother in the family, his brows full of doting affection. During the time Jiang Mo had returned, he was exceptionally happy, as if he had returned to his youth.

Si Chong, standing to the side, brewed tea for Jiang Mo and occasionally inquired about his well-being, afraid that his junior brother might get tired. After all, he was still a mortal and had not slept for six or seven days and nights. The group chatted casually.

Jiang Mo also possessed the supreme martial arts techniques of various sects, but since his true body was not in this realm, he feared that those techniques would bring disaster to the sects, so he did not pass them down.

The more crucial reason is that he has absolute confidence in himself. He has come a long way through hardships and bloodshed, and his martial arts have reached the pinnacle. He can create his own techniques and write down many martial arts skills without reservation, along with various killing moves that can be performed through the Five Elements.

In terms of the potential of this technique alone, it is no less than the foundation of a sect. It even includes the cultivation method of fusing the Five Qi Extremes into the body and tempering it, and even leaves behind a related map, indicating the best time to go and explore, in order to help the two senior brothers as much as possible and hope to make further progress.

Jiang Mo couldn't remember the last time he had cared about someone this much; perhaps only Zuo Ruotong and Si Chong in their younger days had received this treatment.

He was even worried that his senior brother wouldn't be able to find the Five Qi Extremes, so he provided them with seven alternative body tempering schemes.

The materials used are the same, all being spiritual objects of the five elements that gather the essence of heaven and earth. They are just not as extreme as the ancient Jianmu wood or the Zhouyang Pure Fire. However, if one can cultivate them all, one will have several-tenths of the power of the Five Elements Dharma Body, which is enough to amaze the region.

"Wow!"

"call out!!"

"Swiss, swiss, swish!!"

Jiang Mo picked up his pen and began to write. His handwriting was neat and clear. He wrote down one volume after another of his insights into martial arts, from morning to dusk. His writing flowed smoothly without any revisions. He wrote tens of thousands of words in total and named it "The Three-in-One Martial Records," which was full of the essence of martial arts.

When he finished writing, Jiang Mo felt a sense of relief and sat contentedly in his chair, a warm smile appearing on his lips. He took the tea that his senior brother brought him, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

"rustle!"

The ink had dried. Si Chong carefully sorted and arranged the items. Holding a needle and thread in his hand, he suddenly thought of something. His eyes welled up with tears, and his nose tingled. Afraid of making a fool of himself, he quickly turned away, not wanting to lose his composure.

His old, calloused hands trembled slightly as he carefully sewed the martial arts manual in his hands. For some reason, he had a strong premonition that his junior brother's return was probably to say goodbye to them, and that his days were numbered. Everything he had done these past few days was to leave a treasure for future generations of disciples.

Even now, Si Chong still can't forget that distant evening. That twilight was just as splendid and poignant as it is now. When he opened the door, he received a pale, emaciated, and unconscious young man.

That was his junior brother, Jiang Mo.

Even with extraordinary talent, one's life is filled with hardship and displacement.

Even with the world's best cultivation, he could not find a moment of peace, as if there was always a burden weighing him down, making it hard for him to breathe.

When Zuo Ruotong saw that Jiang Mo had stopped writing and looked tired, he stood behind Jiang Mo and placed his long, white hands on Jiang Mo's broad shoulders, gently kneading them to relax his muscles and relieve his fatigue.

She also combed his long hair, tied it into a high ponytail, and let it hang down behind his head.

He remembered that when his junior brother used to cultivate, he always liked to wear this hairstyle, and his hand movements were very skillful, without the slightest bit of awkwardness.

"Have you met any women you like during these years away from home?"

When Zuo Ruotong had nothing to do, he asked about his love life. He guessed that his junior brother was approaching fifty and might have had a relationship.

"No."

Jiang Mo answered calmly, then suddenly smiled: "Senior brother, why are you asking about this?"

"It seems like I want to know if you've married anyone outside. After all these years, you haven't brought back a chubby little baby for us to see, or even a smart and clever little girl would be fine."

Zuo Ruotong couldn't help but nag, just like an older brother who had high hopes for his younger brother.

"It's not that I want to know, Senior Brother, don't you want to know either?" Si Chong muttered softly.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo smiled, her smile deepening.

"There is no beautiful woman I admire; I only focus on cultivation."

"After all these years of stumbling and falling, I've long since severed all romantic feelings. To my shame, I can't give my heart and soul to another person completely, and I can't shoulder the responsibilities of a husband and father."

"You see, Xun'er is your only apprentice. He is honest, intelligent, and upright. Doesn't he deserve my hard work in training him?"

"Ugh...."

Si Chong smiled bitterly: "I thought that among us, you, junior brother, had the best chance of getting married, but I never expected that you would pursue the Dao your whole life and never marry or have children."

"Your wish for me to spank your child's bottom is about to be dashed."

"You've got your eye on my kid? If you really don't mind, you can take mine or Xun'er's, it's fine with you." Jiang Mo laughed.

"You're so cheeky! You're asking for it! Hahaha!!"

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, reflecting the tears in the old man's eyes. He pretended to be dignified, yet burst into laughter.

Chapter 462 The Friendship Has Never Faded

After about fifteen minutes of conversation, a disciple came to inform them that it was time for dinner.

The group headed to the kitchen. Jiang Mo glanced around and smelled the familiar aroma of cooking. He recognized most of the dishes as his favorites. It seemed his senior brother had given special instructions. Thinking of this, he smiled knowingly.

At night, with the bright moon high in the sky, Jiang Mo set up a table and chairs in the courtyard of the Dao Palace, and once again picked up a wolf-hair brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the second volume of "The Record of Three Martial Arts" on Xuan paper.

That was about how to choose weapons, and it included martial arts techniques for nine types of cold weapons: sword, knife, staff, hammer, axe, spear, whip, mace, and bow.

Upon reaching the Triple Reversal of Life realm, one can essentially transform Qi into weapons and condense Qi into armor. With the skillful combination of these martial arts techniques, the practitioner's combat power can approach the limit that their talent can reach.

"Wow!"

A gentle breeze stirred, and in the vast courtyard, a figure in white, resembling a crane, sat quietly on a prayer mat.

Zuo Ruotong sensed the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Countless moonlights, drifting among the mountains and clouds, were like mayflies, being pulled down by an invisible force and entering his body, where they were then transformed.

The primordial Qi, like a gentle stream, surged and grew, causing hidden injuries within the body to dissipate, and purifying the flesh and blood that had been excessively depleted through years of cultivation, which began to regenerate along the direction of time reversal.

Zuo Ruotong carefully deduced that his previously depleted bodily functions had at least returned to the level of five years ago, and that feeling of vitality was wonderful.

The path of the Threefold Path is distant and long. According to my junior brother, when one reaches the end of the path, one can become a Dao Lord in the mortal realm, flying beyond the heavens, burning mountains and boiling seas, plucking stars and seizing the moon, all of which are within one's grasp.

Having now overcome his hidden ailment and lifespan limitations, Zuo Ruotong believed this explanation, but dared not aspire to such a legendary realm.

All he can do is diligently cultivate himself, taking each step as it comes, and perhaps the truth will come in a hundred years.

It seems that Chong is organizing the first volume of "The Record of Three Martial Arts", and has already finished sewing.

He turned page after page, captivated by the contents, finding them incredibly precious. He even felt sorry for his junior brother's efforts, fearing it would be a waste. How many people in the sect could inherit such a detailed and extensive cultivation method?

There are those with perseverance like Jiang Mo, but those with talent far inferior to him; and those with astonishing talent as Jiang Mo, the sect cannot find even one in two or three hundred years.

"..."

As the second-in-command of the sect, Si Chong felt a sudden, inexplicable bitterness and disappointment.

He couldn't explain why; he couldn't tell whether he was worried about the future succession and development of the sect, or whether he was concerned that his junior brother might never return after their next separation.

"Click..."

"Snap..."

A series of faint shutter clicks were heard. Not far away, Zhuge Yu saw several elders gathered in the courtyard, took out his mobile phone, and took several photos.

In the scene, Jiang Mo holds a pen, Zuo Ruotong cultivates, and Si Chong organizes the book. In the surrounding pavilions, corridors, and corners, more than a dozen disciples watch curiously and whisper among themselves. Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Soon after, Zhuge Yu left, and walking out of the mountain gate with him was a transparent figure, Chengzhen, who had completed all the extermination work.

He returned long ago, but remained hidden, silently waiting inside the door.

"Senior brother, lend a hand."

"it is good."

The two were in perfect harmony and immediately set up an invisible and intangible magic array outside the mountain gate. This array had the combined effects of gathering spiritual energy and defending against enemy attacks. The barrier, measured in centuries, was enough to stop everything.

As dawn broke and the moon set, the radiant glow of the morning sun covered the world, and the purple aura stretched for hundreds of miles. The Sanyi Gate, standing between the mountain peaks, became shrouded in mist, and its spiritual energy increased several times over.

"Give."

"This is the magic artifact used to control the mountain-protecting formation. From now on, no one will disturb the sect without your permission."

At dawn, Jiang Mo handed two luminous white magic seals to Zuo Ruotong and Si Chong, and explained to them the various supernatural powers attached to the formation.

The two were slightly taken aback. They looked at the chubby guy who was still chewing on his bun and looked silly. They were incredulous and their astonished eyes seemed to say, "How come the apprentice looks even more mysterious than the master?"

Immediately, the two thanked him profusely, then, seemingly suspicious, leaned close to Jiang Mo's ear and whispered a gossipy question:

"Junior brother, tell me honestly, is this child... yours?"

"?"

Jiang Mo couldn't help but chuckle.

"Why do you say that, senior brother?"

“This child’s talent is practically a carbon copy of yours, no, it’s even better than yours…” Si Chong pondered.

"Look at what you're saying, how could he possibly be better than me?"

"It's just that I can't do it now, otherwise I would definitely show you what it means to do whatever you want and make the sun and moon pale in comparison."

Jiang Mo joked, "Speaking of which, he has high expectations for Zhuge Yu and hopes that this junior will one day surpass him in cultivation and realm. Not only him, but the other juniors in the sect should also do so."

As a teacher, seeing the younger generation surpass one's own is undoubtedly one of the most gratifying things.

"Alright, alright, I believe you. Junior brother is definitely the best."

He laughed heartily and quickly offered a few words of flattery, but his doubts about Xia Xun deepened. What was the origin of this child?

With his mastery of both reversing death and cultivating extraordinary skills, he would be a first-rate existence even in the world.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, a time for family reunions, the silver moon hangs brightly in the night sky.

That day, Jiang Mo and his two senior brothers made mooncakes and went to pay respects to their master. They felt that time seemed to be passing by faster and faster, and a sense of reluctance arose in their hearts.

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, it doesn't seem like you are a teenager.

Late at night, Jiang Mo, alone on the second floor of the Sutra Repository, gazed at the vast starry sky outside the window and silently recited verses.

Throughout history, it has truly been true that human will has no say in the fate of the world.

If he hadn't been so badly injured in that battle in the northern frontier years ago...

If he secluded himself in the icy plains and broke through to the third level, even faster...

If my senior brother could hold on for a few more days, and then go back...

All these twists of fate left even Jiang Mo, a Dao Lord and Master, feeling powerless. A slight mistake can lead to a huge difference; there is no greater regret in the world than this.

He lowered his head and glanced down, brushing aside his sleeves to reveal a dense array of jagged cracks. The world's oppression of him had never ceased for a moment.

Especially after the transmission of the true methods and martial arts records, it seems to have affected the original established development, causing a more serious backlash and rejection. If he relaxes his guard even slightly, he may be forcibly driven out of this world.