Chapter 296 Oh? I am under your control?

One o'clock in the afternoon.

When the news of the attacks on the Chunyang and Qingjing sects reached Wudang, Zhou Meng was shocked and his face changed drastically. He could not believe the testimony of the other party. His own brother actually intercepted them on the way and killed 11 people.

With so many lives lost and a foreseeable disaster imminent, before the company's investigation order came down, Zhou Meng confirmed everything with Zhou Sheng on his spare phone.

"Brother, did you kill someone?"

"Did you attack the disciples of Chunyang and Qingjing? The people present said it was you. Wudang will really be dragged into trouble by you this time."

The message was sent, but there was no reply for more than ten minutes, as if the person on the other end had disappeared from the face of the earth.

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Zhou Meng didn't have time to waste, so he hid his phone and hurriedly left the secluded woods.

In the end, the first to arrive were the company's two directors, several senior executives, and a large number of Nadutong employees.

As suspects of murder, the headmaster, Taoist priests, and disciples of Wudang were all interrogated individually.

There were also technicians on site to check their mobile phones, restore all the mobile phone data that had been intentionally or unintentionally destroyed in the past, and upload it to the computer for automated keyword screening.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the abnormality occurred again.

While the company was acting separately, the three Quanzhen sects that left the Tianshi Mansion were also robbed on their way back. It was 12 evil cultivators of unknown origin who controlled several disciples in advance and obtained different paths to ambush them. A fierce battle broke out between the two sides, resulting in heavy casualties.

The backup scroll of the Tongtian Talisman was forcibly taken away, and the three sect masters and the elders of their sects were each injured to varying degrees.

Huang Boren, who was still negotiating with the Quanzhen faction represented by Longmen Baiyun Temple, and the two new directors, changed their expressions slightly. The situation became more and more serious. The evil cultivators exiled to various places were all vicious lunatics. The company had always wanted to wipe them out, but had no definite clues. In just half a day, after the strange skills were returned, a total of five sects were attacked.

In the meeting room of Baiyun Temple, the two sides have been deadlocked for nearly an hour, and neither side is willing to back down. The elders of other factions participating online cannot accept the conditions proposed by the company; the company also repeatedly refuses their direct access to the Eight Wonders on the grounds of great risks.

"Master, fellow Taoist priests, why don't you take a look?"

Huang Boren handed over the tablet, and the content on the screen was a text report on the attacks on Huashan, Namo and other sects, as well as pictures of the on-site blockade.

"The stunt is incredible, and I understand your difficulties, but it also brings disasters that you cannot bear. So far, 24 people have died because of it."

Director Cheng and Director Liang, two experts in negotiation, also took advantage of the situation to put pressure on each other, one playing the good cop role and the other the bad cop role.

"It's a cruel fact. In the eyes of those who covet you, you are just a piece of sweet cake that can be torn apart at will. The plan the company provides you with is based on this point. On the basis of protecting you as much as possible, controlling the risks, and then helping you inherit the unique skills, it does not intend to permanently ban you and prevent you from contacting."

"If I allow you to obtain the Eight Great Techniques, you will not be able to bear the consequences even if you are mentally prepared to bear them."

"How will the company treat you then? Will it blame you for not listening to advice, or will it help you deal with the mess caused by your wrong choices? Rather than making it difficult for both of us to step down later, it is better to reach a cooperation now."

The head of Baiyun Temple stared at the report on the tablet, his heart was in turmoil and his brows were a little gloomy. He did not expect that the gangsters in the martial arts world would be so rampant and killed 24 of their fellows.

Can Longmen withstand such destruction?
The master of Baiyun Temple was unsure.

The elders from other factions all looked livid. They could not believe that their own disciples would suffer such a disaster, and they could hardly suppress the anger in their hearts.

However, the negotiations were still going on, and their previous stubborn ideas were already shaky. Their scattered sects alone were completely unable to stop such endless attacks.

In addition, the company's statement may not necessarily gain their trust. Since they are preventing them from inheriting the special skills today on the grounds that the special skills are risky and will disrupt order in various places, there is no guarantee that they will be prohibited from practicing with similar excuses in the future.

These old veterans see everything, but it is of no use. Given their current situation, they are constantly under the threat of evil cultivators. If they keep all these special skills in their pockets, it will only do more harm than good.

They don't have the world's best military force, and they don't know how many of their disciples will die.

After more than twenty minutes of negotiations, faced with the promises of several directors, the head of Baiyun Temple and the top leaders of many sects made compromises.

They allowed the company to take over all of the Eight Great Skills, and required that each faction have a fixed number of training places every year, and the company was not allowed to violate the agreement between the two parties under any excuse.

"There is no doubt about that. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation. Now that we have reached a consensus, you need to discuss the handover ceremony of the special skills with the Trinity Sect as soon as possible."

Huang Boren stretched out his hand and shook hands with the Baiyun Temple Master, but the latter had mixed feelings and sighed:
"Okay, I'll ask the company to provide some evidence then."

At this time, the two new directors also made some progress in their talks with several heads of other departments. The reply they received was that a week ago, they had written a relevant report, applying to have all the people in Trinity School, including the school, placed under the jurisdiction of a certain department.

During the week-long discussion, the heads of various departments, out of practical considerations, were willing to give face to the three persons and voted unanimously to pass the resolution.

That is to say, from this moment on, the company will no longer have jurisdiction over Trinity Gate.

The two directors exchanged views with Huang Boren. They were not in a position to reveal the news to the Quanzhen people, so they urged the master of Baiyun Temple and others to complete the handover of the special skills as soon as possible.

At 5:30, the group set off by helicopter to Trinity Gate.

In front of the Qingxin Hall, the afterglow of dusk spread across the entire Taoist palace. Lu Jin and Cheng Zhen were making tea and playing chess, and there were several young disciples around them sweeping up dead branches and leaves.

Jiang Mo was feeding the growing bullet ants, while Zhuge Yu was waiting on the side, occasionally using the art of transportation to catch some insects from the woods in the back mountain.

"Uncle Master, do you think they can really understand human language?"

"No."

Jiang Mo looked at the lava-like bullet ant lying on his fingertips and couldn't help but smile:
"The little guys don't have ears. They rely on their antennae to sense pheromones to communicate with their own kind. Of course, language is not the only way to communicate. You can also use the thoughts nurtured by your soul to interact with their spiritual consciousness."

"Want to try it?"

"Then let me take a look?"

Zhuge Yu understood what his uncle meant and immediately imitated him. Unconsciously, a myriad of thoughts emerged between his brows, and they quickly fell on a bullet ant like a tentacle, trying to call it to come closer.

Sure enough, the bullet ant moved towards his palm and gobbled up the insect placed there.

"Hey! Amazing!"

Zhuge Yu's eyes lit up involuntarily. Without the help of language, simple fragments of meaning appeared in his mind, and he could easily sense the emotional fluctuations of the bullet ant.

"Uncle Master, Xianshu is looking for you."

Cheng Zhen's phone vibrated. He answered the call and exchanged a few pleasantries. Then he gently pushed the phone and floated it in front of Jiang Mo.

"Zhuge, keep an eye on these little guys for me."

"Oh, okay, don't worry." Zhuge Yu leaned closer and observed several spirit pets.

Jiang Mo answered the phone: "Xianshu, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Master, have you had dinner? I greet you."

Xianshu greeted him first, then explained his purpose: "I have settled the matter I mentioned to you before I left."

"Oh? Does that mean I'm under your control from now on?"

Jiang Mo couldn't help but joke that since the end of the North Kole Battle, his existence has attracted the attention of many people behind the scenes. No matter what his position and ideas are, it is normal for those responsible persons and senior executives to be wary of him.

Xianshu, Yuhuai and others also mentioned this to him and explained the reasons.

Jiang Mo now is no different from a human-shaped high-yield nuclear bomb. Even according to the calculations of some scientific research doctors on the battlefield relics, his true potential is far more than that. Most of the senior officials who have the right to speak are trying to win him over.

There are creatures of his level in the country, but most of them hide underground or in remote places. They have a completely different civilization from humans. They are also highly intelligent life forms, and are unwilling to negotiate with humans. Conflicts will break out intermittently, which is a threat like a thorn in the side.

Those departments hidden behind the scenes maintain order in various places and deal with various supernatural events and civilized invaders. Although they also have relatively powerful combat personnel and various newly developed weapons, they still lack a heavyweight biological individual that can suppress all evil spirits. Therefore, Jiang Mo is definitely the best choice.

Xianshu and his companions also took this opportunity to, on the one hand, complete the decision-makers' wish of winning over Jiang Mo, including themselves, and on the other hand, help their master's sect to break away from the jurisdiction of the company and be included in the work projects of the 'Institute of Extraterrestrial Life' in the future.

Hearing the teacher's joking words, Xianshu quickly evaded the question:
"Hey, look at what you said, it's really embarrassing. How dare I order you around? It's better to let Master take care of you."

"However, if I encounter any troubles that I cannot solve in the future, can you help me?"

"It depends on the situation. Some things I can't help with just because I want to. I need to ask the heavens and my own heart and think twice before I act. But some things are different. Even if you don't ask, I will still help you. The two cannot be generalized."

"You've worked hard, kid."

"When you can no longer bear it and want to retire, come back and spend more time with your master. There will always be a place for you in the sect."

Jiang Mo spoke earnestly, his eyes gazing at the magnificent sky in the distance, feeling relaxed and happy, his thoughts drifting away.

He had not had any contact with the world for a long time. He had been in seclusion, traveling, practicing, and seclusion over and over again. His attachment to the world became less and less.

a hundred years.

Two hundred years?
Three hundred years?
It is truly a long road. Jiang Mo cannot see the end of his life, nor does he know what kind of ultimate life form he will become if he continues to walk forward. However, he is certain and clear that the day will come when everything in the sect will no longer be the same.

He is indifferent to the trivialities of the world. All he wants is to cherish the present and spend every ordinary day with his disciples. To him, this is already invaluable.

(End of this chapter)