One person: I, Daoist Master, am a cultivator of immortality!

Once Sun Yao entered a meditative state, he couldn't stop, practicing for half a day. He only stopped when Feng Huo came to call him for lunch. After stopping, he was surprised to find that the Qi within his body was several times stronger than it had been that morning.

"As expected, absorbing external spiritual energy to strengthen oneself is the right way. I cultivated all day yesterday, but the improvement was not as great as the half-day I did this morning."

Sun Yao finished his cultivation technique, got off the bed, stretched, and then sighed at the correctness of his idea. Although he was pleased with the correctness of his deduction of the Fire Element Technique, he had no intention of teaching it to his master and Feng Ping, at least not now.

Firstly, because if you hand over this fire-based technique, you won't be able to explain its origins. After all, it's something that has been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years. Who would believe that you can change it in a day or two?

Secondly, Feng Ping is too impulsive now. If he were to show off this technique, it would surely bring trouble. Its power is probably no less than the allure of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

This method of cultivating both essence, energy, and spirit, seemingly capable of reaching the level of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, is a closely guarded secret. Thinking of Feng Ping's boastful display of his Fire Escape Technique, Sun Yao still felt it best to pass this technique on to Feng Ping only after he had become invincible, at least until he was at the pinnacle, a level of mastery that no one dared to covet.

With this extraordinary talent that allows him to transcend the heavens and earth, coupled with his extensive reading of cultivation and fantasy novels, he believed he could master any cultivation technique with ease. He was confident he could become the greatest cultivator in the world.

As Sun Yao pondered this, he pushed open the door and went outside. In the courtyard, Chu Feng and Feng Ping were eating. He went to the table where they were sitting and sat down in front of his own bowl and chopsticks.

"Master, shall we leave today?" Sun Yao asked casually, glancing at the bundle on the table.

"Well, we have to leave today. After all, Old Master Lu's birthday banquet is scheduled, and we need to arrive before it begins. Old Master Lu is a senior, and since he has extended an invitation to us, we juniors shouldn't be late. This will be a grand event for the entire world of supernatural beings, and you and this brat should get to know the prodigies of your generation."

After hearing his apprentice's question, Chu Feng put down his chopsticks and announced that he would be leaving that day. As he spoke, he glanced at Feng Ping, seemingly wanting someone to teach this unruly disciple a lesson.

"Alright then, let's eat quickly. It's almost noon, we need to hurry on our way, otherwise we might really have to spend the night eating and sleeping in the open."

As Sun Yao spoke, he quickly shoveled down a mouthful of rice. The three of them finished a hearty lunch in no time, and without caring about the scorching midday sun, they set off on their journey.

As evening approached, a small town finally came into view. Both Sun Yao and Feng Ping breathed a sigh of relief. They thought they would really have to spend the day outdoors, thankfully they left early at noon, otherwise they would not have made it to this town.

But as soon as they entered the town, they found many families crying and holding their children, as if they were about to be separated from their children.

Chu Feng gave Sun Yao a wink, and Sun Yao immediately understood. He reached out and covered Feng Ping's mouth, pulling him back as Feng Ping stepped forward to meddle. Ignoring Feng Ping's struggles, he led him into an inn. Fearing the boy might misbehave, he used his Qi to seal his meridians and tied him up in a guest room. After doing all this, he and his teacher went downstairs and ordered a meal.

"Hey waiter, I need to ask you something." Seeing that the waiter was about to leave after serving the dishes, Sun Yao quickly put his arm around him and slipped him a copper coin as he spoke.

"Yes, please tell me, I will answer everything I know." The waiter was all smiles after receiving the tip, a complete change from his previous demeanor.

"When my apprentice and I first entered the town, we saw many families holding their children and crying. What was going on?"

"Oh, which families are you referring to? They were really lucky. Last month, a monster came to our town, and several people died violently in their own homes, their bodies mangled and bloody. Luckily, a great immortal came from Yueqian and killed the monster in front of all the townspeople. The immortal said that the children from those families have potential and can follow him into the mountains to cultivate. It's a good thing, although the parents are a little reluctant. But for the sake of their children, everyone agreed to let them go and cultivate with the immortal."

After receiving the money, the waiter told Sun Yao everything. In his opinion, there was nothing to hide, since the monster that had caused the violent death had already been subdued by the great immortal.

"Great Immortal? Demon Slayer? Has that Great Immortal ever announced his name?"

"Yes, the master said that he was from Maoshan."

After Xiao Er finished speaking, Chu Feng and his apprentice Sun Yao exchanged a glance, realizing that this Maoshan was probably not the wild Maoshan.

Since the beginning of this chaotic era of warlord conflicts, a group of extraordinary individuals, who were not disciples of Maoshan, have traveled the world under the guise of Maoshan. The common people, unsure of their authenticity, also called them Maoshan, while those in the world of extraordinary individuals referred to them as the Wild Maoshan.

These unorthodox sects are a mixed bag, and many of them practice evil arts. For example, there's Zhao Guizhen, who cultivates the Seven Fiends Body Technique, and many others who raise ghosts, corpses, and so on.

"Do you know how those people subdue monsters? This is the first time we've heard of such a thing, and we're quite interested. We'd like to ask you, have you ever seen it?"

"Then you've come to the right person. I witnessed how the Great Immortal slew the monster that day. I saw the toad in the Great Immortal's hand croak once, and the striped tiger died on the spot."

After hearing this, Chu Feng and Sun Yao exchanged another glance. During their journey earlier that day, Chu Feng had already told Sun Yao about the major forces in the world of supernatural beings and their methods.

The methods traditionally used by Maoshan are primarily based on talismans. However, as Zhao Guizhen said, it takes three years of tilling the land to be granted a single talisman. Maoshan maintains strict control over its disciples. According to Chu Feng, there should only be seven disciples in this generation of Maoshan, and the names of these people were deafening to Sun Yao.

Shi Jian, Lin Fengjiu, Mama Di, Simu, Qianhe, Tulong, Zhegu—just hearing these names brings back memories of watching zombie movies as a child. Logically, this should be the world of *Under One Person*, yet these names appear where they shouldn't be.