Chapter 1 Gale Dissipates, Clouds Disperse

The raging wind died down, and the dark clouds scattered.

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a mouthful of stale air, the boiling blood gradually calming.

Pang Wanyang's punch was almost a void crush. In a head-on collision, he was essentially using his body to contend against the power of several miles of heaven and earth, naturally enduring tremendous pressure.

However, his physique was unparalleled, his Heng Lian (external training) just beginning to take shape, and this punch could not yet damage his foundation.

As he exhaled a mouthful of stale air, the slight injuries to the minute parts of his body gradually recovered.

"Brother?"

Yun Haitiantian came forward, slightly worried.

"In the end, it was just a single blow. The body of Yang She (Pang Wanyang), his Qi channels cannot bear his full strength. This blow cannot hurt me."

An Qisheng waved his hand slightly.

"The second day of the second month of the year after next, isn't that the day Master Yixiu arranged to fight Pang Wanyang?"

Wang Jianglong looked at Sanyin.

Sanyin nodded solemnly, looking at An Qisheng:

"Daozhang (Daoist Master), the day our ancestor arranged to fight Pang Wanyang is indeed the second day of the second month. I'm afraid Pang Wanyang is inviting you to go, and there may be other secrets involved."

The faces of the other great monks were also unsightly.

A wisp of divine will borrowing a body already had such martial arts. What kind of terrifying strength would his true body, still tens of thousands of miles away, possess?

Even if they had confidence in their ancestor, these great monks couldn't help but feel some apprehension in their hearts.

"I'm afraid he's invited quite a few people to watch the battle..."

An Qisheng glanced at the people from Wanjian Shanzhuang (Ten Thousand Swords Villa) in the crowd and said calmly:

"Mu Qingfeng, King Zhuanlun, True Man Baiyue, and other grandmasters, I'm afraid they will also be among the spectators..."

Sanyin and the others nodded slightly. They had also received similar news.

"Is this a desperate gamble, succeed or die?"

An Qisheng looked at the sea of clouds and muttered to himself.

Then, surrounded by the others, he took a step forward.

He stood before the Taiji Diagram, his white Daoist robe slightly torn, and the huge square was a mess.

But many martial artists did not underestimate him in the slightest, and their hearts were filled with awe.

Even Pang Wanyang had failed to injure him. Such strength was already earth-shattering.

"Sorry to have startled everyone."

An Qisheng gently pressed his palm, and an invisible Qi force suppressed the dust and air currents on the field:

"Today, I establish the Wangquan Dao (Kingly Authority Path). May you all witness this with heaven and earth!"

The vast sound waves echoed in the sky above, audible for dozens of miles.

Wangquan Mountain was silent at first, and then countless people cupped their fists in unison:

"We congratulate you, Grandmaster, on founding your sect!"

........

The summit of Liuyu (Six Prisons) Holy Mountain.

In the Liuyu Mozong (Six Prisons Demon Sect) mountain gate, which resembled a village, it seemed as if a flash of lightning appeared and disappeared in an instant.

At the edge of the ten-thousand-zhang ice peak, Pang Wanyang, dressed in a green robe, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the three great suns that were faintly visible in the endless rolling sea of clouds.

He watched so carefully, as if he wanted to absorb the great suns into his eyes.

"Yin gives rise to Yang, Yang gives rise to Yin, Taiji, Taiji, can Yin and Yang be united?"

Pang Wanyang's mind wandered, as if he saw the Daoist on Wangquan Mountain tens of thousands of miles away.

An unspeakable feeling lingered in his heart.

For tens of thousands of years, many grandmasters have chosen Taiyin Wuji (Grand Yin Limitless) or Taiyang Wuji (Grand Yang Limitless). It's not that no one has ever chosen to cultivate both, but leaving aside the difficulties involved.

Just the fact that either path can lead to the peak, with the hope of reaching Tianren (Heavenly Person), why bother cultivating both?

He used to think so too.

But this time, through his divine will, he saw the Taiji Diagram tens of thousands of miles away, and his heart could not help but tremble.

If Taiyin Wuji and Taiyang Wuji coexisted, what would it be like?

"Unfortunately, it's too late..."

Pang Wanyang sighed softly.

When Yin and Yang coexist in a human's divine consciousness, choosing one will inevitably wear down the other. The so-called Yin flourishing and Yang waning, Yang flourishing and Yin waning is like this.

The moment he achieved Taiyin Wuji, there was no trace of Yang left in his 'divine consciousness'.

As for Yin giving rise to Yang...

Whoosh~

In the whistling of air currents, a figure in white drifted over and landed ten zhang behind Pang Wanyang, gently saying:

"Sect Leader, why are you sighing?"

"Bai Lian!"

Pang Wanyang stood with his hands behind his back, his tone gentle:

"Disperse the Demon Sect!"

"What?"

Madam Bai Lian's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise.

She wanted to ask, but Pang Wanyang had already stepped into the rolling clouds.

He sat cross-legged, floating and sinking in the vast sea of clouds, along with the three great suns.

........

Time flowed like water, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. The ice and snow between heaven and earth melted, all things recovered, and the mountains and earth were once again dotted with green and red.

On the summit of Wangquan Mountain, the stone slabs that had been destroyed had long been re-laid neatly.

It was just that the huge Wangquan Dao was still empty.

After An Qisheng founded his sect, countless people came to learn from him, but he did not accept any disciples.

Apart from Jiang Tingting and Zhang HaoHao, even Liu Ming and Sun En were not taken under his wing.

On the contrary, some nearby refugees who could not make a living were recruited by Tieshan as servants, able to have a foothold in Wangquan Dao.

The backyard of Wangquan Dao was also the original site of the Daoist temple that had been burned to ashes.

An Qisheng sat cross-legged under a bare old tree, facing the morning sun, seemingly breathing in the essence of the sun and moon.

This old tree, which had been almost turned into charcoal by the bandits of Snake King Mountain, actually sprouted branches again with the arrival of spring.

It was under his aura that it regained its vitality.

In the gentle breeze, the ubiquitous天地灵气 (tiandi lingqi - heaven and earth spiritual energy) entered his body.

How internal force gives rise to true Qi, purified and refined by the Tianyi Pearl, and then added to that extremely complex Qi channel circulation.

Round and round, endlessly.

"Internal Qi, Internal Force, True Qi, Qi Channels, Divine Channels..."

An Qisheng thought in his heart.

The reason he did not accept disciples was naturally not because his standards were too high and he looked down on those who came to seek apprenticeship, nor was it because he was afraid that there were spies from other forces among them.

It was because he had not yet completely sorted out a cultivation system.

A complete sect inheritance must include fist, palm, finger, leg techniques, internal Qi cultivation methods, internal force cultivation methods, true Qi cultivation methods, Qi channel cultivation methods, divine channel cultivation methods, leaping techniques, external training martial arts, saber, spear, staff, and other techniques.

Without such a complete inheritance, who would dare to found a sect?

Although any Qi Channel cultivator possessed many martial arts, how many who could found a sect?

Was it that they couldn't?

It was that they dared not!

If you dared to pass on the martial arts you learned from other sects today, someone would come knocking on your door the next day.

An Qisheng didn't care.

But he didn't have the thick skin to pass on the martial arts of other sects.

Therefore, whether it was to sort out his own knowledge or for the sake of Wangquan Dao's inheritance, he had to summarize a set of martial arts system.

The so-called foundation is the foundation of the sect and his own foundation.

The fastest way to learn something is often not diligent study, but teaching others.

Whoosh!

In the almost imperceptible sound of breathing, a figure climbed over the wall and landed in the backyard.

"Whoosh!"

The person's Qinggong (light body skill) was extremely good, every move was silent, like a civet cat walking on tiptoes.

He slightly felt the invisible and intangible, yet real aura, and his body relaxed, only feeling that every minute part of his body became very active.

Even transporting true Qi was faster than before.

Even though it wasn't the first time he experienced it, it was still a bit unbelievable.

Just in this aura, ordinary people could probably live a long life without illness or disaster, and it was not impossible to live to a hundred years old.

If they walked the world, it would not be impossible for them to be regarded as gods.

"Roads are open in all directions, and the door is wide open, why does Yun Da Xia (Great Hero) prefer to climb over the wall?"

An Qisheng opened his eyes and looked at the person who came.

Dressed in a gray homespun outfit, a long knife hanging from his waist, it was none other than Yun Dongliu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

After the people from the Xia Yi Men (Chivalrous Righteousness Sect) left, he suddenly appeared in Wangquan Dao. He had nowhere to go, and nowhere he wanted to go.

"Probably just a habit."

Yun Dongliu's voice was a little hoarse, still not back to his original appearance.

But compared to the previous listless, despondent appearance, he was much better.

"Your teacher doesn't hold a grudge against you in his heart."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

But he also knew that this was a knot in Yun Dongliu's heart, not a question of forgiveness or not.

"In that situation that day, my teacher didn't hurt me, so I knew he had forgiven me, but..."

A look of loneliness flashed across Yun Dongliu's face, but he was unwilling to talk about it too much, and instead said:

"It's you, with your current status, why bother being so petty with ordinary people?"

"Who says that having good martial arts means you have to be magnanimous?"

An Qisheng smiled.

Whether it's practicing martial arts or seeking the Dao, you shouldn't cultivate to have no emotions or desires, but to not be influenced by any desires, to be able to make the most accurate choices at all times.

It's not about wiping spit off your face, not fighting back when hit, not retorting when scolded, and pretending to be magnanimous after suffering a loss.

How can you repay kindness with virtue if you repay evil with virtue?

"Whatever you say."

Yun Dongliu obviously had no interest in bullying ordinary people, he simply said:

"That Zhen Rencha, after I scattered his family fortune, was so angry that he fainted several times, and after waking up, he became foolish. Although, all his possessions were only one thousand two hundred taels of silver..."

"That's not a small amount."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

For people in the martial world, money comes easily. Although the Xia Yi Men had few industries, even if they were reduced to hunters, with Yun Dongliu's martial arts, he could sell a few big worms every day for a thousand taels of silver.

Naturally, he wouldn't take this mere one thousand two hundred taels of silver seriously, but in fact, this money was enough for a family of five to live a lifetime without worrying about food and clothing.

Compared to Da Xuan, it was also more than five million Da Xuan coins.

Can ordinary people save up to this number with lavish spending?

More than half of it was Wang Quan's legacy.

It was because he was tricked by this bastard that he almost starved to death in this Daoist temple with those two little fellows after transmigrating.

Yun Dongliu shook his head:

"A small punishment as a warning is all well and good, but without money, he's worse off than dead."

An Qisheng seemed to sense something and looked towards the entrance of the courtyard, at Sun En who was quietly observing, and his eyes suddenly moved.

Buzz~

His spirit flickered slightly, rising sharply.

In a daze, he seemed to see a divine saber like a true dragon stepping on a sparrow.

It flashed by.