Under One Person: Cultivating Immortality with Baby!

"Master Wang, restoring the truth and preventing heroes from being forgotten is what we, their descendants, should do. Do you think I've done something wrong?"

Ma Xianhong gripped the mirror, staring intently at Wang Ye.

"Ugh--"

With a long sigh, Wang Ye looked at the slowly disappearing portal, his face full of helplessness.

In the end, I still didn't change anything!

Wang Ye said, "After all, I am just a minor Taoist priest, not comparable to those guys with supernatural powers. Fine, do whatever you want, I can't control you anymore."

After speaking, Wang Ye turned around and looked apologetically at Zhang Chulan and the other temporary workers.

"Zhang Chulan, and the rest of you, thank you for your help these past few days. Please forgive any inconvenience caused. I will transfer the money I promised you on time!"

"Hehe, no problem. We're just temporary workers, what trouble could we possibly have?"

Wang Zhenqiu grinned.

"Hehe, I've been afraid of my wife my whole life. I've always been very law-abiding in everything I do. It's rare for me to be able to let loose like this, and I feel very happy!"

Old Meng smiled and said.

“I don’t care. After all, my boss has a powerful background, and the company can’t do anything about me.”

The clarinet player said nonchalantly.

"Hehe, I feel very satisfied this time. It seems that my condition has improved somewhat. Everyone got what they wanted."

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses and said.

"Master Wang, what Old Ma said back then was right. We are the same kind of people. One day, you will also need your help. Just don't refuse when that time comes!"

Zhang Chulan smiled and looked at Wang Ye.

The next moment, everyone looked in the direction of Ma Xianhong.

"However, it seems like I've forgotten something. What could it be?"

Suddenly, an idea popped into Wang Ye's mind.

However, Wang Ye quickly put this thought out of his mind.

"Never mind, none of that matters. What's most important now is how Ma Xianhong will handle this situation!"

……

Not only Wang Ye and a few temporary workers, but almost everyone in the room was looking in Ma Xianhong's direction.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for an outcome.

At the same time, mirage-like phenomena appeared in the skies above almost all major cities within the Great Xia territory.

"Let's begin, let's uncover the truth of what happened back then!"

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath, and then he flipped his hands over.

Immediately afterwards, the antique mirror in his hand flew up.

At the same time, Ma Xianhong took out a somewhat worn diary and slowly opened it.

"Li Ergou!"

Suddenly, Ma Xianhong called out a name, and then a purple light appeared on the mirror. Then, a somewhat blurry figure appeared in the purple light.

"Chen Qiang!"

Another name was uttered from Ma Xianhong's mouth, and then, a figure reappeared in the purple light.

"Great uncle!"

Suddenly, one of the villagers in Biyou Village knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to the figure that resembled "Chen Qiang".

"Could it be..."

In an instant, a thought arose in the minds of those within the Great Xia territory who could see the aerial projection.

Based on the introduction seen in the previous live broadcast, everyone had a guess in mind.

Perhaps the figures projected in this mirror are the very people who experienced the Nanjing Incident back then!

"Among these people, some of their clothes are worn out, but they are almost identical to the military uniform that my great-grandfather kept. And my great-grandfather was a soldier who withdrew from Nanjing back then!"

Some people recognized the military uniforms worn by some of the projected figures.

This also indirectly confirms that the people projected were the eyewitnesses of the Nanjing Incident.

Everyone held their breath, listening to Ma Xianhong recite one unfamiliar name after another.

"Something's not right with Lao Ma!"

Suddenly, Zhang Chulan seemed to have discovered something.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder.

Turning his head, Zhang Chulan was shocked to find that the hand on his shoulder belonged to Wang Ye.

"If I'm not mistaken, what Village Chief Ma holds is the legendary artifact, the Kunlun Mirror!"

Wang Ye said, "To wield such an ancient artifact, one must be an immortal. Otherwise, mortals must pay a heavy price to control it. Ma Xianhong is probably burning his life force right now!"

"Huh? Old Ma, he..."

Zhang Chulan was shocked.

"Alright, this is Ma Xianhong's own choice. As outsiders, there's nothing we can do."

Wang also shook his head.

Upon hearing Wang Ye's words, the temporary workers all looked at Ma Xianhong with admiration.

Although everyone has different positions, and in their view, Ma Xianhong is too prone to going to extremes in his actions.

However, the ruthlessness with which the other party does things, and the unwavering belief in their heart, are truly admirable!

"Wang Dajiang!"

Suddenly, Ma Xianhong called out another name.

Upon seeing the figure projected by the Kunlun Mirror, Wang Ye's body trembled slightly. He then slowly knelt down and bowed to the figure in the air.

This is because Wang Dajiang is Wang Ye's great-grandfather, the one who sacrificed his life in Jinling!

"cough cough"

At this moment, Ma Xianhong coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Clearly, reciting these people's names was not an easy task for him.

However, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

……

One hour, a full hour!

Ma Xianhong finished reading all the names in the diary. These names were all those who had voluntarily accepted the transformation and become artificial superhumans.

Some of them sacrificed their lives in Nanjing, while others survived and left.

But now, they are all projected out by the Kunlun Mirror, which means that they are no longer alive.

Today, what the Kunlun Mirror projects is merely a fragment of their past image.

Of course, Ma Xianhong projected them out in order to restore the truth of what happened back then.

"Then, let me show you what kind of hell on earth Nanjing was back then!"

Gasping for breath, Ma Xianhong's face was deathly pale.

The next moment, he took out a piece of parchment and threw it at the Kunlun Mirror.

Immediately afterwards, everyone within the Great Xia territory who could see the projection saw a city shrouded in war, suspended upside down in the sky.

"That's... Jinling?"

Those familiar with Nanjing recognized several of the city's iconic ancient buildings at a glance and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

However, the view of Nanjing from the sky was completely different from the harmonious scene of Nanjing today.

The city of Nanjing in the sky was completely engulfed in the flames of war, a scene of ruins and corpses everywhere, with even the streets stained red with blood.

Such a scene of hell on earth is unimaginable to the people of Great Xia today.

Soon, figures appeared in the city, and some people recognized them at a glance as soldiers from Sakurajima.

At that moment, they were chasing after several figures.

Soon, these people were caught; the men were brutally murdered, and the women were…