Chapter 1 Uprising in the Hall

Inside Yang Xiao Hall, many martial artists were still clamoring, urging the storyteller to continue.

However, the white-robed Taoist stood outside the counter, his long spear planted on the ground, yet no one noticed anything amiss.

Even several waiters hurried back and forth, passing by him without seeing him.

Tie Shan, with his background as a constable, had keen observational skills and immediately noticed the anomaly.

He couldn't help but feel shocked.

What kind of martial art was this?

"Has anything happened these past few months?"

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

"There haven't been any major events, but two of the cooks you once guided in cooking have died. I have already buried them and avenged them."

Tie Shan stood up, glanced at the oblivious crowd, and said slowly:

"They were killed by stewards from a wealthy family in Nanliang..."

Tie Shan sighed.

In this world, it has always been people eating people, big fish eating small fish, the wealthy eating the poor, and the poor being left with nothing. It has always been this way.

Without sufficient power, even if you have immense wealth, you cannot protect it.

"It seems they didn't listen to me."

An Qisheng's smile faded, and he shook his head slightly:

"Take good care of their families."

When he closed Yang Xiao Hall, he had already settled all the cooks and waiters. If he hadn't shown off, no one would have found them.

Unfortunately...

An Qisheng casually took out a stack of silver notes: "I plan to build a Taoist temple."

"So much?"

Tie Shan glanced at the thick stack of silver notes, the smallest denomination being a thousand taels, and couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart:

"Is the Taoist priest planning to establish a sect? I wonder where it will be?"

"Where it was before, it still is now."

An Qisheng glanced at the little monk Liu Ming, who was busily running around in the restaurant. This little monk had arrived riding a Flood Dragon but was placed in Yang Xiao Hall by him.

"Black Mountain?"

Tie Shan was slightly stunned.

With An Qisheng's current martial arts cultivation, he could have chosen any famous mountain in the world to establish a sect. Black Mountain was only a hundred zhang high. Although it was backed by the Hua Yan Mountains, it was not a good place, not even as good as Snake King Mountain.

He could guess that An Qisheng might establish a sect, but he didn't expect him to choose this place.

"A mountain is not about height, water is not about depth."

An Qisheng didn't care.

"True, a mountain is not about height."

Tie Shan couldn't help but nod.

With An Qisheng's current martial arts cultivation, no matter where he chose to establish a sect, he would never lack disciples seeking to learn from him.

"However, it's freezing cold these days, and it won't be easy to find someone to build the mountain gate..."

Tie Shan added.

In the depths of winter, with heavy snow, although Black Mountain was less than a hundred zhang high, it was still a mountain. Building a mountain gate was not something ordinary people could do.

"This money is for you to buy some materials, not for hiring people to build the mountain gate."

Unexpectedly, An Qisheng simply shook his head.

In the freezing cold, seeking ordinary people to climb the mountain and build a Taoist temple would be like killing them. He would naturally not do that.

Although, as long as there was money, there would be plenty of ordinary people in the world who were not afraid of death.

"Then what does the Taoist priest mean..."

Tie Shan frowned.

An Qisheng smiled faintly and glanced at the many bare-chested martial arts heroes in the restaurant:

"These friends have come from afar during this idle winter, and I'm sure they wouldn't mind lending a hand."

Tie Shan glanced at the martial artists in the hall, toasting and laughing, and couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

Martial artists are not all immune to the cold...

.........

The sun rose, and the world was bleak.

The cold wind howled, and snowflakes fluttered.

On Wang Quan Mountain, however, things were in full swing, with thousands of figures moving through the wind and snow, running on the newly paved mountain road.

Some carried huge trees on their shoulders, moving as fast as flying, while others carried thousand-jin boulders straight up the mountain.

Below the mountain, there was a constant stream of traffic, with countless carriages transporting goods in the wind and snow.

"This old man has lived for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a scene..."

A merchant escorting goods looked at the dense crowd on Wang Quan Mountain and the mountain gate that was already taking shape, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Martial artists possess internal energy. Even if they are not considered experts, they still have the strength of a thousand jin in their arms and are not afraid of the cold. One person can work faster than a hundred people.

A thousand-jin boulder had to be transported to the top of a mountain several tens of zhang high. How much time would it take for ordinary people?

But now, two people could make a round trip in just half an hour!

Because of this, in just ten days, the mountain had already undergone a great change.

"Who exactly is this person? To be able to subdue these unruly martial artists and have them build a Taoist temple and a mountain road for him?"

A young man tightened his clothes, his small face pale.

"I don't know. These martial artists are tight-lipped. He must be an extraordinary expert."

The old man shook his head.

It wasn't just this grandfather and grandson; everyone on the other convoys transporting various goods was amazed.

Such efficiency was simply unparalleled.

Even those who had participated in the construction of city walls for the imperial court had never seen such efficiency.

Whoosh~

On the peak of Wang Quan Mountain, the wind and snow howled.

But contrary to the expectations of those at the foot of the mountain, the summit in the wind and snow was not as cold as imagined. There wasn't even any snow accumulation.

Once you reached the summit, you could feel a wave of heat coming towards you.

A group of martial artists were busy in the gradually forming Taoist temple and mountain gate, sweating profusely.

While they worked, they looked with awe at the two people standing side by side in the clouds on the edge of the cliff, more precisely, at the white-robed Taoist.

In their eyes, this Taoist priest was like a sun burning, and rolling heat waves spread from his body, scorching the entire summit like summer, melting the ice and snow.

What shocked them even more was that.

In that heat wave, there seemed to be an extremely strange aura, which greatly relieved their fatigue and even had the effect of increasing their physical strength.

Working in such an environment for ten days, they felt that both their internal energy and their physique had improved considerably.

"If I had known that my brother had such means, I wouldn't have come in such a hurry."

Overlooking the crowd on the mountain, Yun Haitian sighed slightly.

He had led his disciples from Central Province to help An Qisheng build the mountain gate, but after arriving, he found that he didn't seem to have much use.

"What are you saying, Brother Yun?"

An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back and shook his head slightly when he heard this: "How can these rabble compare to Brother Yun's disciples?"

An Qisheng wasn't lying.

In this world, when it comes to building cities, dams, water conservancy, and other constructions, the Da Feng Dynasty is naturally the best. Huangjue Temple is the best at opening mountains and paving roads. Although the Xia Yi Sect is not as good as these two.

But the vast Xia Yi Sect was originally built by Yun Haitian leading his disciples for decades, so naturally, they have rich experience.

In just ten days, the mountain gate had taken shape, and they naturally contributed to it.

Of course, the more important reason was that the Taoist temple that An Qisheng was building was not large.

Not to mention compared to the mountain gate of Huangjue Temple, it was far worse than that of the Xia Yi Sect.

"It's good if it's of some use."

Yun Haitian smiled, looked at An Qisheng, and was slightly envious:

"Brother has already fused the divine weapon into his body, and he only needs to familiarize himself with its spirituality before his Yin Spirit can leave his body, right?"

In his perception.

At this time, An Qisheng's entire body was like the rising sun, emitting endless vitality, clearly a manifestation of an extremely powerful spirit.

He was even just standing here quietly, and his aura covered the entire Taoist temple.

He was shocked by such a 'spirit'.

"Brother Yun's discerning eye is correct."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, his eyes deep.

Essence, Qi, and Spirit are originally mutually reinforcing. His physique is extremely strong, which will naturally nourish his soul and make his 'spirit' increasingly powerful.

In this regard, no one in this world can compare with him.

However, he didn't want to break through like this.

"The Spiritual Meridian has two paths, Yin and Yang, Taiyin Wuji (Supreme Yin Limitless) and Taiyang Wuji (Supreme Yang Limitless). It is said that both paths can lead to the Celestial Realm. After the Battle of Fengdu, I can leave my Yin Spirit at any time, but I don't want to make a choice so muddledly..."

An Qisheng looked at Yun Haitian and said slowly:

"Brother Yun also has many understandings of the Spiritual Meridian and should know that a person's 'spirit' is inherently divided into Yin and Yang. There is always a trace of true Yang hidden in Yin, and there is always a trace of true Yin hidden in Yang!

When the Yin Spirit leaves the body and undergoes the baptism of thunder, it itself is to wash away one of them. Using the Yin Spirit to withstand the baptism of thunder is because thunder is supremely Yang. Once washed, the true Yin is expelled, and the true Yang is ignited. This path is called Taiyang Wuji, or Zhiyang Wuji (Supreme Yang Limitless).

And using a divine weapon to attract thunder, because there is a divine weapon to protect it, the washing cannot be thorough. Instead, the Yin in the human spirit is greater than the Yang. Using Yin to drive Yang ignites the true Yin. This is Taiyin Wuji, or Zhiyin Wuji (Supreme Yin Limitless).

These two paths are indeed equal. It's just that ordinary people have no choice and naturally choose the path of Taiyin Wuji."

"Taiyin Wuji and Taiyang Wuji..."

Yun Haitian's heart trembled, and his expression changed:

"Does Brother want to take the path of Taiyang Wuji?"

"What does Brother Yun think?"

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

His 'spirit' is growing day by day and is far from its limit. It may not be impossible to withstand the baptism of thunder.

This process only offers one choice for others.

But with the ability to enter dreams, he can try again and again, thousands of times. The danger is not as great as Yun Haitian imagined.

"There is no difference between Taiyin and Taiyang. It is certain that Brother will succeed by walking the path of Taiyin. Why take such a great risk to walk the path of Taiyang?"

Yun Haitian waved his hand, very disapproving.

Using the Yin Spirit to withstand the baptism of thunder is much more dangerous than avoiding the tribulation with a divine weapon.

The former can lead to eternal damnation with a single mistake, while the latter, even if it fails, will only cause his 'spirit' to be injured, stop at the Spiritual Meridian, and not lead to death and soul annihilation like him.

If the Taiyang extreme is stronger than the Taiyin extreme, then it would be understandable for An Qisheng to pursue greater power. But the two are fundamentally indistinguishable, so why take the risk of death and soul annihilation to force the path of Taiyang?

"Naturally not."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly:

"As the saying goes, one Yin and one Yang is the Dao. Why force a distinction between Taiyin and Taiyang?"

"One Yin and one Yang is the Dao..."

Yun Haitian chewed on this unheard-of phrase, his heart slightly shaken:

"Brother means..."

"The unity of Yin and Yang."

An Qisheng looked at the rolling sea of clouds, his expression tranquil:

"Is Taiji!"