Chapter 1 He Who Understands Me

Han Changgong's heart trembled, but his face remained impassive as he took a deep look at the fortune-telling old man.

His muscles and bones were loose and limp, seemingly without any internal force or qi fluctuations. His entire body was full of openings, and he did not seem to have any martial arts foundation at all.

In his gaze, the qi was equally ordinary.

However, precisely because it was too ordinary, too normal, a deep sense of vigilance rose in his heart.

Han Changgong lowered his eyes and asked indifferently:

"Then, according to what the old gentleman said, how should this tribulation be resolved?"

"Difficult and difficult, easy and easy..."

The old man tremblingly reached out, took the pen, gently dipped it in ink, and lightly drew on the paper:

"If so, then this tribulation can be eliminated, and all will be well..."

*Feng*?

*Feng*!

The king loses its head and tail, then it becomes *feng*?

Looking at the scarlet vertical line that ran through the head and tail of the character for "king," a monstrous wave rose in Han Changgong's heart.

"*Feng* means prosperity, abundance! On a piece of paper, without a king, there is *feng*, without *feng*, there is a king..."

The old man dropped the pen into the cylinder and said lightly:

"The fee is five taels of gold."

"Without a king, there is *feng*, without *feng*, there is a king..."

Han Changgong chewed on these eight words over and over, and his gaze suddenly became cold.

He looked at the fortune-telling old man and asked in a cold voice:

"Who exactly are you?"

"What are you talking about, sir?"

The fortune-telling old man tremblingly stretched out his hand: "Could it be that you don't even have five taels of gold?"

Han Changgong's gaze outlined the old man's appearance, but no matter how he deduced, the old man was just an ordinary person, without the slightest flaw.

From his qi to his body, from his expression to his movements, there was not a single flaw.

There were two possibilities for this situation. One was that the old man's martial arts and physiognomy both surpassed his own, and the other was that he was truly an ordinary person.

His fingers trembled. In his life, he had never actively made a move against anyone, and at this moment, his heart was surging, and he wanted to attack.

But in the end, the hand he raised still reached into his chest, and he took out a gold ingot from his bosom and placed it on the table:

"This is five taels of gold. Old gentleman, please keep it safe..."

With a wave of his hand, the old man put away the gold and said leisurely:

"It seems you don't believe me, sir."

Han Changgong's expression was calm as he turned to look at the increasingly solemn and magnificent royal city under the twilight:

"Old gentleman, your predictions are very good, but where does *feng* come from without a king? There has never been a kingdom without a king throughout history. The people of the world must ultimately be governed by the law of the king. Without a king, how can one speak of a nation..."

He sighed softly and walked towards the royal city.

After walking for a long time, he finally heard the old voice coming from behind:

"If there has never been one, does that mean there cannot be one?"

Han Changgong's body shook, and he turned back to look. On the long street under the twilight, people were still walking, but the old man and the fortune-telling stall had disappeared without a trace.

It was as if he had never appeared at all.

For a moment, he even felt that this long street was somewhat illusory.

"Spiritual magic..."

A ripple flashed in the depths of Han Changgong's eyes, and he was shocked.

How many people in the world could silently influence his spirit?

Even Zhuan Lun Wang and Bai Yue Zhen Ren, who had achieved Taiyin Wuji, might not be able to influence him so easily.

Wang Quan Dao Ren?

A deep thought arose in his heart.

Without stopping, he walked into the shadows.

At a corner of the long street, on the third floor of a wine shop, An Qisheng sat by the window, watching the departing Han Changgong, and also shook his head slightly.

The fortune-telling old man was naturally his handiwork.

Not long after he left Mo Province, he had already felt the change in qi and vaguely sensed the drastic change that was about to occur in Fengdu City.

Perhaps because of him, things that should not have happened so early happened ahead of schedule.

In the original trajectory, Han Changgong would have had to wait several years before he vaguely noticed the anomalies in the royal city, and it would have taken him several more years to sense the source of the change in national fortune.

Han Changgong was indeed worthy of being the best qi observer in the world. By using the qi of the royal city to lock in the national fortune and prevent it from leaking, he almost stifled many potential dragons in the world.

It was a pity that he did not know that the source of the national movement's turmoil was the Dragon King Armor, a celestial weapon. Otherwise, he might have been able to reverse the national fortune.

He did not fully know what had happened, but he knew that under the turmoil of qi, the Dragon King Armor was born ahead of schedule. What happened after that, no one knew.

It was just that this vast Fengdu City became a dead place overnight.

This central hub of Da Feng, the best place in the land, Fengdu City, which had a population of fifty million, became a ghost town.

Fengdu became Fengdu (酆都, the city of the dead).

Such a tragic event, if he didn't know about it, that would be fine, but since he knew about it, he naturally couldn't pretend not to know.

Gently tapping the table, An Qisheng looked at the royal city with a deep and enigmatic gaze:

"Dragon King Armor..."

He did not know what happened in Fengdu City in the original trajectory, but he thought it must have been inseparable from this celestial weapon.

However, if this was a backlash from the celestial weapon, then the power of this Dragon King Armor would be too unbelievable.

It had already been refined by the national fortune for two hundred years, and an old eunuch in the Taiyin Wuji realm was personally in charge of it, yet it could still cause such great destruction?

Or perhaps...

"Guest, here's your wine. This wine is from Ronghua Prefecture in Feng Province. It is said to be made using a secret winemaking method taught by the number one expert in the world, Wang Quan Dao Ren..."

The waiter came with a tray, placing the dishes and wine while speaking with a smile.

Looking at the royal city crouching like a primeval beast under the gradually darkening sky, An Qisheng smiled:

"Is that so? Then I must taste it carefully..."

........

The royal city in the night was even more heavily guarded.

In front of the moat, there were patrols of armored soldiers riding tall horses, and on the city walls, experts from the East and West Depots were stationed, scanning the night.

Han Changgong walked forward.

The junior general guarding the royal city recognized him and was slightly surprised. He immediately spurred his horse forward and said loudly:

"Lord Han, the king has revoked your right to enter the palace at any time. Night is approaching, and without the king's summons, you are not allowed to enter the city!"

Han Changgong stopped and looked at him indifferently:

"Could it be that Han is going to be detrimental to the king?"

"I wouldn't dare."

The junior general's expression changed.

Not to mention that Han Changgong was a Divine Meridian Grandmaster, even if he was someone who did not know martial arts, based on his status as a subject of the king's former residence and the head of the Imperial Observatory, he absolutely could not afford to offend him.

But he also dared not let him in.

"Then get out of the way!"

Han Changgong raised his long eyebrows, and his aura erupted.

In an instant, it was as if a cold current was raging in the night, and the rampant airflow instantly pushed the junior general and the men behind him several yards away.

Then, Han Changgong flicked his sleeves and left.

On the city wall, the expressions of the experts from the East and West Depots also changed. One of them rose into the air and rushed into the night to report to the royal city, while the remaining dozen or so people jumped down from the city wall.

They blocked Han Changgong's path.

"Lord Han, please wait a moment. We have already gone to inform the king..."

The experts from the East and West Depots stepped forward with a stiff upper lip, speaking softly.

Although they were considered experts in the martial world, they were nothing compared to a Divine Meridian Grandmaster.

However, due to their duties, they did not dare to leave their posts without permission.

"Get out of the way."

Han Changgong's face was indifferent, and inexplicable emotions were surging in his heart.

"This..."

"Lord Han..."

"Please don't make things difficult for us..."

The faces of the experts from the East and West Depots were all ugly, and they were in a dilemma.

"Lord Han, why are you so angry?"

A soft and sharp voice came through the air.

As the voice was about to fall, an eunuch with a slender figure and a face as handsome as a woman was already standing on the city wall.

"Yu Tian?"

Han Changgong's expression was cold: "Not to mention you, even if Cao Tiangang were still alive, he would not be my opponent."

"Lord Han's martial arts are superb. Yu Tian naturally admires you."

Yu Tian smiled slightly and said:

"You dog slaves, why don't you open the way and let Lord Han enter the palace?"

The few people were as if they had been granted amnesty, all relieved and hurriedly retreated.

Han Changgong ignored them and stepped into the royal city.

The royal city was brightly lit, with soldiers patrolling everywhere, and shadows flickering everywhere.

As night fell, some people could not sleep.

In the vast royal city, there were at least 30,000 eunuchs and 10,000 maids waiting to be summoned and served at any time.

When Han Changgong arrived in front of the Viewing Platform.

He saw the bright lights in the royal city that were as bright as day.

The Feng King stood with his hands behind his back in front of the mast of the Star-Picking Platform, his expression calm and unreadable, but he just looked indifferently at Han Changgong, who was standing in front of the Viewing Platform:

"Han Qing, it is late at night. Why are you not resting in your residence and come to see me? Is there anything important?"

His tone was flat, but with a hint of distance.

Since more than a year ago, he had never taken the initiative to summon Han Changgong again, and he had revoked his right to enter and exit the royal city at any time.

After nearly two years, he was also seeing Han Changgong for the first time.

"You are not resting either, my King..."

Han Changgong's expression was somewhat complicated.

Dozens of years ago, when he and the Feng King met, both of them were unknown. In a flash, dozens of years had passed, and both of them were at the top of the world, and their martial arts and status were no longer what they used to be.

But the relationship between the two was no longer what it used to be.

"In the past twenty years, when have I ever had a moment to rest?"

The Feng King sighed softly and turned to look at Fengdu City under the night:

"Han Qing, to be honest with you, I have never believed in fate, even after knowing you for so many years..."

Under the night, the red moon hung down, draping a layer of red makeup on the entire city, and the lights flickered like a starry sky.

"I don't believe it either."

Han Changgong stood quietly, his voice calm:

"Even feng shui and qi are different from person to person and change with the situation. The so-called destiny is just the trend of humanity. Heaven and earth are ruthless, how can they care about the fate of all living beings..."

"Yes..."

The Feng King sighed softly before slowly saying: "Two hundred years ago, the Great Ancestor started this family business with great difficulty. Even if all the snakes in the world rise up together, I can sweep them all away!"

Looking at the Feng King with a calm expression, Han Changgong lowered his eyes, and the last trace of luck in his heart disappeared:

"You, you really know..."

The Feng King did not answer, turned to look at Han Changgong, and said solemnly:

"Are you willing to accompany me to sweep the world again and create an unprecedented and unparalleled feat?"

Han Changgong did not answer either, and also looked at Fengdu City under the night:

"Has the King ever asked if the people of the world are willing?"