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

“Master Xuan, we invited you here today so that you could be our witness that we had absolutely no intention of harming this child.”

"After our senior brother hands over the secret realm to the child, he will pass away peacefully. The three of us will follow his orders, take this child as our disciple, and dedicate the rest of our lives to nurturing him. We will certainly not waste his unparalleled talent."

"Before you came, we both discussed and agreed to fully respect the child's opinion. You can ask him. With you looking after the child, we would never dare to force him in the slightest."

Gai Yuan's tone was extremely frank and gentle. He was a Dao Lord level cultivator, and because he specialized in martial arts, his strength was faintly greater than that of an ordinary sect leader.

"Right?"

Jiang Mo listened to his description, glanced at Xia Fei, and asked for his opinion.

“Yes, Senior Xuanzun, these old men have all told me about the risks involved in inheriting the secret realm, but... I’m willing.”

The boy answered somewhat shyly, his eyes unusually firm, as if to say, "I also want to stand on my own as soon as possible."

"not afraid?"

Jiang Mo smiled slightly: "You could die if you're not careful."

"Not afraid."

The boy smiled brightly, without any hesitation.

He had made up his mind as soon as he was told that he had the right to inherit the secret realm, and he was determined to become the Master.

"That's good."

Jiang Mo patted his head, then looked at Tu Zhu:

"As I've traveled here, I've witnessed your sect's decline, the lack of successors, and the fact that you have fewer than a hundred disciples. Would you mind telling me the specific reasons for this?"

“You’re joking, Venerable Master. There’s nothing that can’t be said. It’s just that each generation is worse than the last.”

Tu Zhu smiled faintly and said without any hesitation:

"The martial arts manuals we cultivate are certainly more domineering and powerful than the techniques practiced by outsiders. However, the martial pills nurtured in the dantian need to be tempered and refined a thousand times before they can transform into something powerful. Only with a sincere and cautious heart can one travel far. Once an accident occurs, the pill will shatter and the person will die."

"..." Jiang Mo listened silently.

"Of course, this is not the fault of our ancestor. He left behind two sets of martial arts manuals, one gentle and the other fierce, and the transmission of both is still complete. It's just that we, his descendants, are too eager for quick success and instant benefits and do not have the patience to spend a longer period of time to refine our own martial arts. Therefore, we chose the latter."

"You can rest assured about that. My disciples all choose their cultivation methods entirely of their own volition."

"Their potential is equally high, but the former allows us to obtain the strongest combat power in the shortest time, while the latter allows us to maintain the most enduring peak combat power over a longer period of time."

As Tu Zhu spoke, he took out an ancient book and handed it to Jiang Mo. The four ancient characters engraved on it translated into the "Immortal Martial True Scripture".

"Senior, what is the meaning of this?" Jiang Mo asked calmly, without taking the book.

“Long ago, your ancestor and our ancestor were close friends. Together they ventured into the ancient perilous land, obtained these two world-shaking techniques, and then rose to prominence.”

Tu Zhu slowly revealed a little-known historical secret.

"Back then, they risked their lives together, and both possessed extraordinary talent and innate physical abilities, but their personalities differed."

"Your esteemed sect's founder was gentle in nature and not good with words, yet possessed an inner strength as firm as steel; while our sect's founder was bold and unrestrained, and to put it bluntly, the old man's ambition was enormous. From the moment he founded the sect, he wanted to lead us to the top."

"Over the course of a century, the two were like brothers and helped each other on many occasions."

"And after they became Masters, their differences arose because of their cultivation methods."

“My sect’s founder believed that the two sets of martial arts manuals were like yin and yang, which could be cultivated and integrated. However, your sect’s founder believed that yin and yang were mutually exclusive and could never be integrated.”

"After that...the two argued many times, neither of them could convince the other, and they gradually lost contact."

"The final farewell was when your ancestor silently yielded and personally came to our sect, leaving all of his martial arts manuals to his dearest friend."

“In our sect’s ancient history, it is recorded that the founder was very happy that day. He met his close friend and took him to Cangwu Pavilion to drink and reminisce. They talked for several days and nights. After that, they never saw each other again and went on their own paths.”

Many years later, they all created their own Taoist methods and martial arts manuals, which became famous throughout the world.

"But the patriarch has always studied those two sets of immortal martial arts scriptures and has cultivated them to an extremely high level, close to perfection."

"In his later years, he made his first and only attempt to combine two martial pills with completely opposite attributes. He even invited your ancestor to help him before breaking through the barrier. However... your ancestor was fighting in the northwest inland because of the invasion of the underground blood demon and had no time to return."

Tu Zhu looked somewhat regretful and sentimental. After pausing for a while, he said:

"Several years after our ancestor failed and passed away, your ancestor returned from the battlefield. Our ancestors followed our ancestor's instructions and entrusted both sets of Immortal Martial Scriptures to the Third Ancestor. However, he did not take them with him but left them in the Human Martial Sect. In memory of his dear friend, he only took one of our ancestor's broken swords."

"That sword, I'm sure Xuanzun also remembers it, right? It's called Immortal Vanished. It originated from the same belief of the two of them. They didn't believe that there were any so-called true immortals in this world. They were just cultivators who had more extreme strength, mastered more supernatural powers, and were more skilled in the laws of heaven and earth."

"I know....."

Jiang Mo replied that he knew the whereabouts of the broken sword better than anyone else. It had been transformed into a towering stone sword by the patriarch using the Three Ones True Method, and was placed in front of the sect to commemorate his dear friend.

"But let's skip this martial arts manual."

Jiang Mo politely declined the ancient book the old man offered, saying:

"Since the founder chose to leave it here, he must have had his reasons. I cannot accept it, and I hope you will understand."

"More than this scripture, I'm curious about how you will have this child refine the secret realm, or to put it more bluntly, does your Human Martial Sect have any ancient books recording the method of refining the Chaos Body into the secret realm?"

Faced with Jiang Mo's sudden question, Tu Zhu, Gai Yuan, and the other three remained calm and composed, replying instead:

"nature."

"There is a secret that, apart from the elders of the sect and your ancestor, probably no one in the world knows about it today."

"Oh?"

Jiang Mo was slightly surprised, and he vaguely guessed something from his intuition. He did not ask any further questions, but waited for the old man to give a further explanation.

"Speaking of the Chaos Body, our ancestor is it."

"However, he kept this secret all along, and outsiders were unaware of it. Those who fought against him and learned the truth were all silenced."

Upon hearing this, the four leaders of the nine departments were stunned. They never expected that the founder of this seemingly impoverished sect was actually the possessor of the number one physique in the human world.

They secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as this greatly increased the probability that Xia Fei would successfully refine the substance and survive.

"No wonder you're so eager to win this child over."

The truth was revealed at this moment, and Jiang Mo suddenly realized that since the other party had the method of refining, he no longer asked any further questions.

"Okay, it's good that you two have reached an agreement."

"I am here to witness that whoever breaks this agreement first will be executed by me."

Jiang Mo replied in a neutral tone.

Subsequently, the four leaders of the nine departments, along with the Supreme Elders such as Tu Zhu and Gai Yuan, discussed their terms with each other.

The Nine Departments demanded that after Xia Fei became a Master, he would be obligated to help them hunt down demon kings, expel them from the country, and reclaim their lost lands in times of crisis. They also stated that in the future, whether it was the Nine Departments or the Human Martial Sect, they would provide Xia Fei with the best cultivation resources as soon as possible.

The demands of the Human Martial Sect were not excessive. They stipulated that after Xia Fei inherited the secret realm, he should take the three Supreme Elders as his teachers and dedicate his life to supporting and protecting the sect until his lifespan ended or the next generation of masters grew up. They also stipulated that Xia Fei should be granted the highest degree of freedom of will, meaning that whether or not he helps the Nine Departments expel the Demon King is entirely up to him, in order to prevent the Nine Departments from using this child as their personal henchman.

The meeting went very smoothly and ended in less than half an hour, witnessed by Jiang Mo.

"Mysterious Venerable, please come with me. It's time to retrieve what I promised you."

"Ah."

Jiang Mo got up and entered their sect's forbidden area with Tu Zhu, the place where their patriarch secluded himself. It was a dimly lit stone chamber with a lifelike painting hanging on the wall, which immediately caught Jiang Mo's attention.

The painting depicts two figures, one white and one black. The white figure appears ethereal and serene, while the black figure is like a demon, arrogant and flamboyant. They are undoubtedly portraits of the founders of two different sects. Around them are mountains of demon skeletons and rivers of blood, creating a powerful visual impact.

The old man walked to the stone bookshelf embedded in the wall, took down a wooden box, gently pushed it open, and inside was a faded, old piece of paper, which he handed to Jiang Mo.

"Now that the agreement is made, this item should belong to you, fellow Daoist. I'm sorry to trouble you to make this trip."

Tu Zhu smiled gently. This fragment was something his master had obtained by chance hundreds of years ago.

During this time, he also investigated the origin of the artifact. Only after touching on some forbidden content did he stop in time, keeping the existence of the fragment tightly under wraps so that no one would know about it, for fear of bringing annihilation to the sect.

Only now, when it was handed over to Jiang Mo, did the old man feel a sense of relief.

"You're too kind, senior. I'm the one who should be saying thank you."

Jiang Mo took the fragments. The familiar texture and the same power scattered between his fingers proved that these were fragments of the history book of time.

With a gentle grasp, it was instantly refined.

Chapter 497 The First Demon Clan Master

Countless historical scenes flooded his mind: the sword fights of dynastic struggles, the displacement of people, and the devastation caused by demons and evil spirits. Jiang Mo could see them all at once and quickly determined that this was a period of time in the early Ming Dynasty, with more than 160 years of history.

After only a brief pause, Jiang Mo's consciousness returned to the real world. At that moment, the old man Tu Zhu slowly handed over a yellowed scripture, his eyes full of kindness as he said:

"Fellow Daoist, many secret realms know about your search for an innate physique."

"Although I don't know why you're looking for them, it's only right to return the favor. Your ancestor left that set of Immortal Martial Scriptures in the Human Martial Sect years ago."

"Now, I dare to offer this book of notes on the Chaos Body Refining Secret Realm to you, fellow Daoist, hoping that our two sects will become friendly."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo suddenly smiled, and without standing on ceremony with the old man, he generously accepted the gift and loudly expressed his gratitude:

"Since you've spoken so kindly, senior, then I will accept your offer without hesitation. Thank you!"

His chaotic Dao body clone was developing smoothly.

However, there are still many gaps in his cultivation that he needs to explore. He is also unclear about how to refine the secret realm. There is a guide that predecessors have explored, which will save him a lot of time and detours. Jiang Mo naturally has no reason to refuse.

If all goes well, his chaotic clone will be the first to become the new master. Moreover, with a physical body capable of shattering the void and traversing the universe, he has countless opportunities to go beyond the heavens and explore secret realms, with limitless prospects.

"You're too kind, fellow Daoist is joking."

Tu Zhu slowly stroked his pale beard with his few withered fingers, and he smiled with great joy.

This kind of method of inheritance is basically mastered by every generation of sect leader, but they never have the opportunity to use it.

Chaotic beings are too rare, with only a handful appearing every few thousand years. It would be pointless for them to remain hidden away in the sect's pavilions gathering dust. It would be better to do them a favor.

The two masters talked for a long time in this ancient stone chamber. Finally, the old man asked Jiang Mo to take away several portraits that once depicted the heroic figure of the Three Ones Ancestor.

However, when Jiang Mo opened those scrolls and saw the appearance of the young Sanyi Patriarch, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, as the person in the portrait bore a striking resemblance to him.

"Hmph, right?"

"When I first met you, I was also very surprised. I never expected that you would look so similar to Patriarch Sanyi."

Tu Zhu noticed the slight change in Jiang Mo's expression and said with great interest.

"picture."

Even Jiang Mo acknowledged the old man's statement: the resemblance was slight in appearance but extremely similar in spirit, just like when he first met Lu Jin in his early years and felt that this junior resembled his senior brother Zuo Ruotong.

However, Jiang Mo knew that he was not the reincarnation of the Three Ones Patriarch at all.

This is nothing but a coincidence. Moreover, the Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique and True Method that I cultivate are originally intended to infinitely approach and replicate the ancestor's innate Dao body. Perhaps influenced by this, they are becoming more and more similar, but ultimately they are not the same person.

In this world, the death of any living being is the transformation of the physical body into decay, nourishing all things, while the soul vanishes into nothingness, permeating all things.

After the Three Ones Ancestor passed away peacefully and was buried, everything that belonged to him completely dissipated. Humans are nothing more than products of their environment. There is the cycle of reincarnation, but not the cycle of reincarnation. Jiang Mo is Jiang Mo, a descendant who rises to prominence in later generations, merely possessing certain similarities to the Ancestor.

"I'll take these paintings back with me. Thank you, senior."

"It's alright, fellow Daoist, you'll be a frequent guest. Let me see you off." Tu Zhu leaned on his cane and slowly moved away.

Having completed the necessary procedures for his trip and obtained fragments of the Book of Time and the Chaos Refining Scripture, Jiang Mo did not linger at Renwu Sect and departed that same day.

........

Jiang Mo returned to the Sanyi Sect and continued his tedious cultivation, refining fragments of the history books of time and reading the ancient book of chaos.

Several months later, Jiang Mo released all ten of his Dao Body clones, which had been nurtured in the Heavenly Kingdom, and sent them to travel all over the world.

At this moment, in addition to his strongest main body, he also had thirteen innate Dao body clones, all controlled by his consciousness, with new memories and insights constantly emerging in his mind, their future prospects seemingly limitless.

Years later, he may become the first person in the history of Tianyuan, with all fourteen masters being one person. How terrifying that would be.

In the summer of 2024, more than four years had passed since the three demon kings, who were once allies, went into seclusion to refine their secret realm.

In early June, strange movements were heard in the inland areas. Black and white lights shot into the sky. It was not the emergence of a new secret realm, but the birth of a new Master!

The first demon master of the spiritual energy revival era—Tenma Yuemin.

The terrifying roar reverberated for miles, displaying its supreme power. Overnight, the demon tribes that it had once driven away, along with its most elite and trusted members, all rushed to its aid from various places.

Also on June 12th, a gentle and refined old figure, carrying a vast amount of precious treasures, personally visited the Sanyi Gate and entered the Sutra Repository to meet Jiang Mo.

"It's been several years since we last met. Congratulations, sir, your wish has come true!"

Jiang Mo, who was sitting quietly on a bamboo chair, heard footsteps approaching. He put down his ancient book, turned his head and looked over. Yue Min, who was full of energy, was walking slowly towards him with a slight smile.

It was as if it had undergone a complete transformation, its vital energy as rich as an active volcano, achieving a leap in its life level.