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

Jiang Mo didn't talk to them much. His words became law, and a void portal rose from the ground, reaching the underground base of the Nine Departments in the capital. The twelve innate Dao bodies bowed and left together.

After they left, Ning He rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile:

"I miscalculated. Please forgive my poor performance, senior."

"Of the twelve people, three are going to leave, five are determined to stay, and the remaining four are undecided."

"Human nature."

Jiang Mo was used to this kind of thing. Even his own sect had removed a lot of cavities in recent years.

He took a sip of the flower tea from southern Xinjiang and said with a faint smile:

"Human selfishness cannot be eradicated, especially when faced with enormous temptation."

“A group of young people around twenty years old, who are not even mentally mature, ambitious, and limited in their knowledge, would be abnormal if they were not tricked into leaving by those masters and lords who have lived for hundreds of years.”

"Even so, it was still our negligence in discipline, alas..."

With his white hair, Xu Qiuyu beat his chest and stamped his feet, letting out a sigh that contained a great deal of helplessness.

If they also had their own Dao Lords and Masters, then the infiltrators from various sects, who were like ghosts, could be killed without hesitation. There was no way these intruders could come into contact with the 12 innate Dao Bodies and tempt them.

The root cause is that they are not powerful enough and still have to act according to the whims of others.

"Don't be pessimistic. Even if you exhaust all your resources, it's impossible to cultivate 12 Masters."

"Those sects need a long time and a huge amount of resources to cultivate a Master. Until then, you should be most grateful that..."

“That little guy Xia Fei is on your side.”

The name Jiang Mo mentioned was that of the ordinary, even somewhat thin and short, boy in the crowd.

He is a unique Chaos Body, capable of becoming a Master in one step. In this respect alone, his potential in the early stages far surpasses that of the other nine Dao Bodies.

Under Jiang Mo's Eye of Truth, Xia Fei's stance on the Nine Departments—no, it should be said that it was the land, the people, and the nation—was extremely firm and showed no signs of wavering.

"Yes... Luckily, he's on our side."

Ning He said with a hint of self-reproach, "That's exactly why we feel it's such a pity, and we feel even more indebted to him."

"Oh? What makes you say that?" Jiang Mo asked with a smile.

"With his potential, he should have been able to directly refine the secret realm, but unfortunately... we didn't."

Ning He explained the reason, took a sip of tea, and then brought up another matter:

"We have another request on this trip. I wonder if we could humbly ask the Venerable One to lend us your assistance?"

"There is a secret realm that is about to fall into decline. Their master is nearing the end of his life and has extended an invitation to us, wanting Xia Fei to inherit the position of master. The condition is that Xia Fei must protect the sect until he dies of old age."

"We cannot determine the true thoughts and intentions of that Master, so... we have no choice but to ask for your help."

Ning He paused slightly at this point, then continued:

"This shouldn't be a trouble for you, but that Master has a fragment you want."

"He knew about our actions of screening our physiques and searching for fragments as you instructed. So, in order to gain your trust, he claimed that if we didn't trust him, he could ask you to be a witness for both of us. In return, he was willing to offer up that invaluable treasure."

"Oh? Interesting."

Jiang Mo never expected to encounter such a thing. It was just like someone bringing a pillow when you're about to doze off.

A fragment of history, why not take it?

Without even thinking, he agreed immediately.

"Okay, let's meet then."

Chapter 495 Reflecting on the Past, Seeking the Present, and Making Up for the Future

"Have you talked to the child about this? What's his opinion?"

Jiang Mo is willing to be a witness for both parties, provided that Xia Fei is aware of the situation and makes the choice willingly. Otherwise, even if there are fragments of historical records as a bargaining chip, he does not want to force a junior to make a choice that will affect his entire life.

He has read tens of thousands of ancient books and has a vast amount of memory, so he knows the secrets of more than 1,500 years of history.

Even so, in the long river of time, there are hardly any complete cases of successful refining of the Chaos Body in the Secret Realm. They are all just some vague legends. The unknown risks are too great. Letting Xia Fei take on the challenge without explaining the pros and cons to him is no different from murder for money.

Jiang Mo would never want to do such a thing, unless the young man himself had such an idea and was willing to try it out.

"We were worried they might be up to something. Since you're willing to help, then everything is fine..."

Xu Qiuyu's slightly furrowed brows relaxed quietly. Holding the teacup, she gently blew on the steam and said unhurriedly:

"We haven't mentioned this matter to the child yet. When we get back today, we'll definitely explain all the pros and cons to him. Whether he's willing or not is entirely up to him."

"In addition, he is very safe in the base. The Master has sent people to protect him from the very beginning. Several groups of intruders who tried to approach the child were secretly dealt with. They also attach great importance to this aspect."

"Actually, as you instructed, we searched for these geniuses. Many sects and factions know that you are watching them from behind, so they dare not be too presumptuous. Even if they cannot win them over, they dare not assassinate them. So far, these children have been growing up smoothly."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo smiled slightly:

"That's good. Which sect did the invited Master belong to?"

"Human Martial Sect".

"It's them?"

Upon hearing this name, Jiang Mo felt a sense of familiarity. In Shangzun's memory, the relationship between Renwu Sect and Sanyi Sect was generally neutral.

Thousands of years ago, the founders of the two religions were close friends, but later, for some unknown reasons, they gradually stopped interacting.

For the next few thousand years, the two sects maintained a relatively peaceful relationship, neither as allies nor enemies.

"Xuan Zun, do you know them?" Ning He asked in surprise.

"Do not."

"I've only heard of it. It's a body-refining sect like Nine Heavens Mountain, emphasizing martial arts and downplaying magic. It's ranked in the middle."

Jiang Mo briefly mentioned it without going into details, because at that moment, he suddenly had a premonition. Gazing at the vast world outside the main hall, he sensed a familiar aura flying from the distant border to the Minnan province.

"Let's stop here for today, you two."

"Alright, then we'll leave you to wait for our news. Once we get back, we'll contact that Master immediately and discuss our options with Xia Fei."

Ning He and Xu Qiuyu realized that Jiang Mo had other things to deal with, so they finished their tea and quickly got up to say goodbye.

"Walk slowly."

"Goodbye, senior."

After seeing off the two heads of the nine departments, Jiang Mo sat quietly in the hall for a few minutes.

Soon, the sky outside the mountain gate was filled with rosy clouds, and a graceful fairy figure emerged from the sea of ​​clouds. With each step, she teleported directly across the entrance opened by the magic array. In just a few steps, she arrived at the Qingxin Hall.

The woman, whose beauty eclipsed everything else in the world, had a faint smile on her lips, and a clear, cool voice, like the flowing water of a mountain stream, emanated from them.

"Long time no see, fellow Daoist."

The newcomer was none other than Xing Jian, the Yaochi Master who made a pact with Jiang Mo four years ago after the battle at Hengduan Mountain.

"Everything is fine."

"sit."

Jiang Mo invited the Jade Pool Master to take a seat, exchanged pleasantries with her, and served her tea.

"Everything you asked for is here. All thirty Cloud Frost Jade Robes are here, and they were all made to your specifications."

The Jade Pool Master removed a silver ring from her finger and slowly placed it on the table.

"Okay, thank you to those senior colleagues."

Jiang Mo took them, opened them, glanced at them, confirmed they were correct, and accepted them all.

"Has your cultivation level broken through again in recent years?"

She looked at Jiang Mo with a gentle smile, her eyes as soft as autumn water, sparkling with curiosity.

Four years later, the Supreme Being of the Three Realms has become even more extraordinary and otherworldly, seemingly detached from worldly affairs.

"all good."

Jiang Mo replied casually.

Afterwards, the two talked for a while, discussing the changes in the human situation over the past few years.

The Jade Pool Master asked Jiang Mo to confirm whether the arrays left at the exit of the Divine Descent Sect's secret realm and the uprooting of the other four major sects were his doing. The only answer he received was a slight nod.

A quarter of an hour later, the conversation was basically over, and the Master of Yaochi set off, leaving behind these words.

"If you have free time in the future, please come and visit my Yaochi."

"Ah."

Jiang Mo watched the Jade Pool Master leave until her figure disappeared at the horizon. Only then did he slowly look at the silver ring on his finger, which contained thirty Cloud Frost Jade Robes, all of the same grade, belonging to the level of a secondary sect leader.

The jade robe that Jiang Mo commissioned several master craftsmen from Yaochi to forge four years ago was a sect leader-level robe, possessing seventy-two Earthly Fiend Divine Powers. However, the Cloud Frost Jade Robe provided to his disciples this time only possesses thirty-six Heavenly Divine Powers.

"..."

Jiang Mo recalled a past event and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the group photo of the sect hanging high in the main hall. The scene in the photo was still vivid in his mind. There were fifteen disciples in total, including himself.

The light was grayish-white, yet it was very clear, and everyone's expression was frozen in that instant.

Qingcheng, Mingci, Sichong, Jingyao, Dongshan, Changqing, Chengzhen, Shuiyun, Shengsheng, Liqing, Lujin, Zhuge Yu, Yan Gu, Yunfeng;

As the years have passed, four of the older people who accompanied him have passed away, leaving ten people behind.

Jiang Mo's gaze lingered on the photo for a long time before he slowly stood up. He thought about many things from the past and many things from the future.

But what he wanted to do most at that moment was simply to see these younger generations, but unfortunately, the timing wasn't right.

Otherwise, he would like to take another group photo with his disciples, so that that beautiful moment can be frozen in time forever.

Perhaps in the distant future, this will be one of his few sources of solace.

"Buzz!"

The next instant, Jiang Mo set off, his divine sense locking onto the auras of his disciples scattered throughout the Nine Provinces, and he used the Void Escape Technique.

The moment I took my first step, the surrounding scenery changed dramatically, transforming from towering palaces and halls into a vast, desolate mountain range.

Nearby, a man who was meditating by the campfire suddenly shuddered and opened his eyes in disbelief.

"Uncle-Master?!" Lu Jin was overjoyed and couldn't help but exclaim.

"You've gotten stronger in the years I haven't seen you."

Jiang Mo looked at Lu Jin, whose figure had become increasingly robust and upright, his body covered with numerous wounds, his snow-white clothes tattered and stained with blood, making him almost indistinguishable from a homeless man, and couldn't help but smile:

"That's good, you've improved."

"What brings you here? Please, please have a seat."

"I'll hunt some game for you."

Lu Jin hurriedly got up and disappeared in a flash.

In less than a few breaths, he returned carrying more than a dozen forest beasts and birds, using water-based magic to clean and gut his prey.

"I suddenly thought of you, so I came over."

Jiang Mo casually sat down by the campfire, snapped his fingers, and activated 'Seclusion from the World', separating the two of them and the flow of time within a hundred meters from the main timeline.

"Hey! Uncle-Master, what about the other senior and junior brothers? Have you gone to check on them?"

"No, you were the first one I saw."

Jiang Mo's smile was filled with undisguised doting. He picked up a piece of firewood and tended the campfire, his expression relaxed and peaceful, like an innocent child playing.

"how are you these days?"

"Alright, Uncle-Master, let me tell you..."

Lu Jin spoke eloquently, recounting the changes over the past four years, from major events like cultivation, hunting demons, and helping the people, to minor family matters, marriages, and the birth of children among the younger generation.

Jiang Mo listened silently, occasionally interjecting with a teasing remark or two, eliciting continuous laughter from the two of them, and time passed by quietly.

After a long separation, they stayed together for three days.

Jiang Mo didn't tell him about the events involving Tianyuan, Shenlin Sect, and Samsara Palace, fearing it would put too much pressure on Lu Jin. Instead, he talked about his own insights into cultivation and gave him some pointers on his own practice.

Before his departure, he bestowed upon Lu Jin the Cloud Frost Jade Robe.