Chapter 147 The aftermath of the war
Time passed quickly, Jiang Mo read through all ten pieces of parchment, and found that those alchemical creations were similar to the magical instruments made by the Middle-earth Refining School. So far, the value of Yousha far exceeded his expectations.

This was a powerful man who mastered both magic and alchemy. His achievements in alchemy and those strange creations alone were enough to help the overall strength of the Trinity Sect undergo a significant transformation.

"How long does it take to refine the Staff of Terror?"

Jiang Mo asked Yousha, he planned to use the Soul-Breaking Spell and the Staff of Fear to temper the character of his disciples in the future, which would be the icing on the cake.

Otherwise, if one only practices the True Method and reverse life cultivation on the physical body, the physical body will become much stronger than the soul, and imbalance is inevitable.

"Two months."

Yousha stretched out two slender fingers and gently shook them in front of Jiang Mo.

"Some of the materials used in refining are more expensive. I'm not sure if I can find them in your country, but they can be obtained by dissolving and synthesizing similar substances. The process is just much more complicated."

"It's okay. I'll thank you for your hard work in the next few months. Just refine these two creations."

Jiang Mo chose the 'Book of Explosives' and the 'Staff of Fear'. Although the capabilities of other creations were superior, the time required was calculated in quarters, which was too long to wait.

"Them?"

Yousha was not surprised. Her amber eyes swept over it. She then picked up the feather on the table, dipped it in ink, and placed it on a new piece of parchment, where she wrote down nearly a hundred kinds of minerals and herbs.

"These are the materials that need to be collected, Chief, please have a look."

"Okay, I'll prepare it for you."

Jiang Mo put away the parchment and planned to give it back to Lu Jin, asking him to use his family connections to purchase the materials.

Just in time, according to the letter I sent some time ago, Lu You, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, might have already sent the corresponding supplies back by ferry.

"Master, can I ask you something?"

Yousha took out an alchemy book, searched for her old unfamiliar notes, and reviewed them.

"But there's no harm in talking."

Jiang Mo looked around and found that the environment on the third floor of the Sutra Repository was rather messy. It had the most ancient books and the space was narrow, making it unsuitable for Yousha to live here for a long time.

Unfortunately, Cheng Zhen was busy fighting last night and also had to guard the Qi diagram, so he had no time to take care of such a captive 'guardian'.

Yousha lowered her head, staring at the scribbled, ancient handwriting, and said with two minds at the same time:

"Master, are you a human or some other species?"

She seemed to know that this was a taboo topic, so she did not look directly into Jiang Mo's eyes that were as deep as an ancient pool.

"The reason why you are so confused is that my existence, from your perspective, does not seem like that of a human being at all?"

"Since you asked, as the head of the sect, I can reveal the answer to you. I don't have any special abilities that I was born with. I am just a human who practices the techniques of the sect and relies on the accumulation of time to allow my body to continuously transform. That's all."

Yousha was slightly distracted, raised her head and smiled at Jiang Mo: "Okay, thank you."

"I will order my disciples to clean up your bedroom later. You can move in later."

Jiang Mo had important matters to discuss with his senior brother, and seeing that he had almost finished chatting with Yousha, he decided to leave first.

"Wait. Master, I have a request."

"Ok?"

Yousha was unwilling to move from this corner nest that was almost arranged, so she spoke boldly:
"I want the activity space on this floor as my area for rest and alchemy."

Seeing that Jiang Mo had some concerns, she added:
"Master, please believe that I will never cause an explosion due to alchemy and cause you trouble."

"Yes."

Jiang Mo left this sentence and left the third floor.

He was as light as the wind, with white hair hanging down to his shoulders, and went straight to Siming Palace. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he saw two old figures, calculating carefully in the account book, one using an abacus and the other in charge of recording.

It was Si Chong and Jing Yao who had purchased supplies for the sect before.

"It's time to buy some new clothes for the children."

"okay."

"There are also masons who repair the mountain roads and gates, rebuild a shooting range and martial arts training ground in the back mountain, and build a few more pavilions, which are just right for sheltering from the rain and sun and enjoying the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers."

"Da da da!!"

With withered fingers, the two old men moved the black beads back and forth, calculating every expenditure.

"Two senior brothers, how is the coordination going?" Jiang Mo walked closer and inquired about the situation.

"Junior brother, you've come just in time. Please take a quick look. Jingyao and I have listed the things according to your instructions. Please see if there is anything missing. The total cost is 180 taels of gold."

Jiang Mo took the account book handed over by Si Chong, but did not check it immediately. Instead, he asked Senior Brother Jing Yao beside him:

"How are you doing recently? Did the first level of reverse life training put any strain on your body?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks to my junior brother, everything is fine."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed. He looked at the young man with white hair in front of him and felt that compared with many years ago, Jiang Mo was now more reserved and gentle.

Jiang Mo's eyes fell on the account book, checking it item by item and making some modifications. He spent more on purchasing medicinal materials, and the final total expenditure was two hundred taels of gold.

"Brother, here we go. Just follow the instructions. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not a big deal. I'll go down the mountain tomorrow and take care of everything for you, Junior Brother."

Si Chong planned to take more disciples out with him to help move things and let the little guys go out for a walk.

"Here, Senior Brother, this is a magical tool made by our sect's guardian. There is another batch being made, and everyone will have one."

Jiang Mo handed the two transparent cubes to Si Chong and Jing Yao respectively. These old men often took care of the trivial matters of the sect. Without their help, Jiang Mo might not be able to handle it.

"Wow, it's out!" Si Chong was very surprised. He stroked the crystal clear block and admired it very much.

Jing Yao held the cube in his palm, a little cautiously, "Junior brother, what is this?"

"It's a magical tool for storing sundries, similar to the Devouring Bag of Tiangong Hall." Jiang Mo explained to him how to use it.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

The old man was very emotional. His weather-beaten face was full of joy and he was almost in tears.

In the martial arts world, the number and strength of magical weapons are, in a sense, one of the criteria for measuring a sect's status and strength.

In the past, the Trinity Sect did not have any magical weapons, and although its disciples did not compete with other sects, it was undeniable that they were indeed lagging behind others. Now, this gap has finally been filled.

Jiang Mo chatted with them for a while, and not long after, he found Lu Jin, handed him the list of materials written by Yousha, and ordered him to go down the mountain and go home to collect the materials using his connections.

"Here, Jin'er, this is for you."

Jiang Mo handed the only remaining permanent storage cube to Lu Jin and said:

"There are five hundred taels of gold in it. The amount you spent on collecting materials will be deducted from it. You can deal with the rest as you wish."

"Uncle Master, how can this be done? I am terrified."

When he was told that it was a new magic weapon and some gold was given to him, Lu Jin quickly declined.

"Kid, why are you being so polite to your uncle? Take it and rest at home for a few days. Remember to find out where the things you entrusted your uncle to buy are."

"Okay, disciple will remember this."

Unable to persuade Jiang Mo, Lu Jin could only politely say, "Thank you, uncle master, for your kindness."

After watching him leave, Jiang Mo went to the back mountain and saw other disciples who were either trying out trials with stone men or shooting at the shooting range. He stopped for a long time before leaving and going to the water pond in the back mountain to meditate.

In the next few days, someone leaked the news that the three assassination organizations evacuated from the inland and fled to the coastal areas, causing a lot of suspicion in the underworld.

What is even more horrifying is that strange epidemics have spread one after another to some branches and strongholds of Sinye Sand, Shadow Bamboo Society, and Wannian Shou, causing over a hundred deaths and injuries. Those assassins simply could not withstand it and died miserably.

Some people even fled hundreds of miles away with their last breath to seek help from medical schools such as Baicaotang, Jishidiang, and Huichunguan, but they still could not escape death, and their bodies were burned and purified by the fire.

soon.

The remaining high-ranking members of the Sinye Sand and Shadow Bamboo Society came forward to accuse the Trinity Sect of being behind everything and called on all parties to help them seek justice, but no one responded.

When the various factions inquired about the news from Jianghu Xiaozhan, they learned the whole story. These assassination organizations had accepted an order from the remnants of Quan Xing and went to deal with the Sanyi Sect, but they unexpectedly encountered a great disaster. Not only were their entire army wiped out, but even many of their strongholds were about to be uprooted.

For a moment, all factions were shocked.

Quan Xing and the three assassination forces were all defeated by the Sanyi Sect.

Under the leadership of the new sect leader, in less than two months, the sect got out of the trough. After many twists and turns, it became the number one sect in the world, surpassing all others. Even the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain could not be compared with it.

One evening.

At the dock, Will's figure was stretched out by the setting sun, and his blood seeped into the ground red. Not far from him were a dozen alien assassins who were retreating continuously.

"You, don't push me too far!"

An angry roar came from the mouth of an old man who was as fat as a mountain. He was the Pig Elder of the Sin Sand. When he was leaving the mainland by boat, he was successfully chased and intercepted by Weir.

"So what if I bully you?"

Will's face looked indifferent, as if there were only a dozen noisy monkeys in front of him.

Also forced into a desperate situation was Elder Shen Hou. This middle-aged man with black hair and a white shirt had sticky blood running down his forehead. His entire right arm was torn off, and his face was as pale as paper.

The two strongest elders were completely desperate facing Will's arrival. They saw no chance of winning, not to mention the rest of the mob, who were all in a panic, their hands and feet trembling.

"Sir, please leave some room for error. If you do something too extreme, it will be bad for you in the future."

Elder Shenhou covered his broken arm with his hand, his face ashen, and was still engaged in the final confrontation and negotiations.

"Besides, the Trinity incident has nothing to do with us. All those who entered the mountain are dead. Life and death are unpredictable. We have no complaints. Why do you want to implicate us?"

"Is Jiang Mo, the head of the Jiang family, such a cruel person?"

(End of this chapter)