Chapter 1 Opening the Door to Business

Opening your doors to do business, having repeat customers is undoubtedly a joyful thing.

But if it's a troublesome customer returning, it makes one feel quite uncomfortable.

As these few returned, the proprietress wanted to greet them with a smile, but as she smiled, tears streamed down her face.

"Wah~"

The proprietress plopped down on the ground and wailed:

"Don't bully people like this! Even if you're all great grandmasters, great experts, you can't bully people like this! I don't want to live anymore, you, you just kill this weak woman!"

"........"

Looking at the proprietress on the ground, flailing her arms and legs and crying that she didn't want to live.

Even experts like Yan Kuangtu and Bai Yue Zhenren couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

They valued their status and had never bullied ordinary people. In their eyes, this brave proprietress who could run an inn in Mo Prefecture was just an ordinary person.

Yan Kuangtu's lips twitched: "Why is the proprietress...so overjoyed that she's crying?"

The proprietress ignored him, just burying her head and crying, tears streaming down her face, snot bubbles even emerging.

"In the瀚海 (Han Hai) Lands, running an inn and tavern like this, the proprietress can hardly be considered a weak woman."

Wang Jianglong smiled wryly.

Although he didn't know much about Mo Prefecture, he knew that in such a complex environment, anyone who could gain a foothold here must have some means.

A woman who could establish herself in the瀚海 (Han Hai) Lands could not possibly be a weak woman.

Huff~

The crying stopped instantly.

Looking at the fluttering, ten-thousand-tael silver note in front of her, the proprietress's throat bobbed, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva and tears.

"Ten thousand taels of silver is enough to rebuild the inn ten times over."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, allowing the proprietress to accept the silver note before saying, "Does the proprietress think we are bullies?"

Yan Kuangtu and the others were slightly surprised. They hadn't expected that after the great battle, Wang Quan Daoren's first action would be to compensate such an insignificant inn proprietress.

An Qisheng ignored what they thought. Having lived two lives, he had never been a good person.

But he would not bully the weak. Paying for damages was never a difficult thing to understand.

"What are you saying, Daoist priest?"

The proprietress accepted the silver note and immediately burst into tears and smiled: "You gentlemen look like the best people in the world, it was me...it was this humble woman who misunderstood!"

Ten thousand taels of silver was more than enough to rebuild her inn ten times over.

This was only because resources were scarce in the desert. It would be even more in other places.

It was more than enough to compensate her for her losses.

Immediately, she jumped up and shouted:

"Xiao Pi, Liu Zi, where the hell are you? Come and greet the gentlemen... the benefactors!"

An Qisheng then smiled and said to Yan Kuangtu and the others:

"Fellow Daoists, why not come inside and talk in detail?"

"That's exactly what we should do."

Yan Kuangtu replied.

The group walked into the second floor.

The first floor was being cleaned, and the third floor was not yet tidy with the yellow sand, so only the second floor was relatively clean.

Before long, the smiling proprietress brought a few waiters and set up a table full of dishes and wine. They brought out all the best they had.

There were also several jars of good wine.

Water was especially precious in the瀚海 (Han Hai) Lands, and the spring in the oasis where the瀚龙 (Hanlong) Inn was located was sweet and delicious, making it an excellent choice for brewing wine. Even Yan Kuangtu praised it after taking a sip.

"There are always surprises in this world. A small inn in the瀚海 (Han Hai) Lands has such fine wine. Not bad, very good!"

On the second floor by the window, Yan Kuangtu put down his wine glass and sighed slightly.

Throughout his life, he had a preference for fine wine over women. He was delighted to see wine. He had been preoccupied with the battle earlier, but now that he had calmed down, the wine tasted quite delicious.

"The seventy-three prefectures of Da Feng each have their own fine wines. The wine of Mo Prefecture is among the best, and ordinary wines cannot compare!"

Wang Jianglong took a sip, carefully savoring it, and couldn't help but nod.

The Beggar Clan was spread all over the world, and he had tasted most of the fine wines of the prefectures. The wine of Mo Prefecture was not the best, but it was one of the top.

However, water was extremely precious in this瀚海 (Han Hai) Lands, and ordinary people were reluctant to use it to brew wine.

Naturally, the price was quite expensive.

"What is the pleasure of the palate?"

Mu Qingfeng said indifferently:

"Brother Yan, Brother Wang, worldly pleasures are nothing but filth. What taste is there?"

He looked calm, and although he drank the wine, he didn't think it was anything great.

He had dedicated his life to the way of the sword, and he felt that everything in the world was as bland as water.

"People live in this world, whether it's wealth and riches, fine wine and beautiful women, one must experience it all. If one doesn't even have hobbies, wouldn't it seem too boring?"

Yan Kuangtu smiled casually:

"The Dao of Heaven has always been difficult to ask. In the process of pursuing the Dao of Heaven, what's wrong with experiencing the extreme pleasures of the world? Power and beauty, without experiencing them, how can one let go?"

Throughout his life, he had enjoyed wealth and glory, fine wine and beautiful women, and he didn't think there was anything to be ashamed of.

"What is beauty?"

Mu Qingfeng shook his head slightly: "The various beauties of the world vary from person to person. What you find beautiful, others may not find beautiful."

He had cultivated in seclusion all his life, immersing himself in the beauty of mountains and rivers, and he didn't think that any individual could compare to the beauty of mountains and seas.

"Everyone has their own path, why argue? The world is about seeking common ground while accepting differences, that's all."

An Qisheng held the wine pot and slowly poured a cup of wine for everyone:

"In the world, there is nothing that is truly correct. Water is not wrong, and fire is also correct. Water and fire are incompatible, but that doesn't mean water and fire are wrong, just like the Dao of Heaven and the Dao of Humanity, coexisting between heaven and earth."

"Daoist priest."

Wang Jianglong raised his wine glass.

He had met An Qisheng the most and their temperaments were quite compatible, so he spoke first:

"In the瀚海 (Han Hai) Lands, I saw you fighting the Demon Lord. The last move was a mystery that cannot be expressed. I have doubts in my heart, I wonder if you can solve them?"

"Why be so polite, Brother Wang?"

An Qisheng smiled slightly and also raised his wine glass.

He had gained a lot from this battle, but there was no need to rush.

Wang Jianglong drank it all in one gulp, and the others' eyes also turned to An Qisheng. They also had doubts in their hearts.

Since ancient times, the大道 (Da Dao) of天人 (Tianren) has been an unteachable mystery. For tens of thousands of years, neither those few天人 (Tianren) nor the歷代 (Li Dai) 天人 (Tianren)兵主 (Bingzhu) have ever revealed the secrets of天人 (Tianren).

Even many major sects have only a superficial understanding of the天人 (Tianren)大道 (Da Dao).

Ten天人 (Tianren) seem like a lot, but placed in the history of tens of thousands of years, they are too few, so few that they are a true legend.

An Qisheng looked at everyone one by one, naturally knowing what they were concerned about.

He didn't play coy, and said lightly:

"As you fellow Daoists thought, Pang Xiong, indeed achieved天人 (Tianren)..."

At the last moment, Pang Wanyang glimpsed the天人 (Tianren)大道 (Da Dao) and grasped the天人 (Tianren)大道 (Da Dao).

He was the only one who could witness the mystery.

"For countless years,天人 (Tianren) have been hard to find, but now there is a chance to witness it..."

"One天人 (Tianren) in three thousand years, has Pang Xiong truly achieved his wish..."

"天人 (Tianren),天人 (Tianren) ah..."

As soon as he finished speaking, many people had different expressions.

There was envy, anticipation, admiration, and hope, many emotions mixed together.

At this moment, the crowd rarely had sectarian views, and rarely had genuine sincerity.

True seekers of the Dao rarely feel jealousy when they see someone attain the Dao, because they know how difficult this path is.

In Jiu Fu Jie for tens of thousands of years, there have been only ten天人 (Tianren), and only eight of them have truly cut open the天门 (Tianmen) and soared into the sky. Whether it was the many兵主 (Bingzhu) or other amazing talents, they all ended up fading before this path.

This path is too difficult, so difficult that when someone crosses it, they don't even have a trace of jealousy in their hearts.

"The神脉 (Shenmai) is cast, comprehending the heavens and the earth, achieving the Wuji, above the Wuji is the天人 (Tianren)大道 (Da Dao)..."

An Qisheng's eyes were deep and he calmly repeated.

The strength of his mind was no less than Pang Wanyang's, and he also possessed the ability to enter dreams. In that last fleeting glance, he had also glimpsed the天人 (Tianren) mystery, and even compared to Pang Wanyang, his feelings were even deeper.

Because Pang Wanyang had lost consciousness at the last moment, or rather, he had no time to take care of anything else.

"The天人 (Tianren)大道 (Da Dao), and the天门 (Tianmen), are different..."

An Qisheng looked at Mu Qingfeng and said lightly:

"Since ancient times, only天人 (Tianren)神兵 (Shenbing) can open the天门 (Tianmen). This matter is not wrong, but the rumors are somewhat biased... Only a天人 (Tianren) holding a天人 (Tianren)神兵 (Shenbing) can open the天门 (Tianmen), but it is not that only in this way can one enter the天门 (Tianmen)."

"What does this mean?"

Wang Jianglong was slightly puzzled.

Although the Beggar Clan was a great clan under heaven, its predecessors had never had a天人 (Tianren) or a兵主 (Bingzhu), and its understanding of天人 (Tianren) was not much greater than that of ordinary people.

"Over the past tens of thousands of years, there are a total of ten天人 (Tianren) recorded in the histories of various countries. Eight of them cast神兵 (Shenbing) to open the天门 (Tianmen), and the deeds of the remaining two are unknown, but they should also have soared into the sky..."

Bai Yue Zhenren's eyes flickered, saying everything he knew:

"The reason why the latter two天人 (Tianren) did not cast天人 (Tianren)神兵 (Shenbing) is not that they could not, but that it is difficult to create another天人 (Tianren)神兵 (Shenbing) in the world..."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

Although heaven and earth are vast, they have limits.

天人 (Tianren)神兵 (Shenbing) are made of the five metals of heaven and earth, and their material itself is difficult to find. Just like the Dragon King Armor, there has only been that one true dragon in the world for tens of thousands of years.

Pang Wanyang dominated the world for decades, and the Six Prisons Demon Sect was a top power in the world, but after decades, he had not been able to cast a神兵 (Shenbing) of the天人 (Tianren) level.

The Imperial Awakening Temple has been open for a thousand years, with countless mines and countless exotic treasures, but the Imperial Awakening Bell is only a divine weapon, difficult to reach the天人 (Tianren) level.

This is because it is difficult to produce天人 (Tianren)-level神兵 (Shenbing) in the world.

The others were also thoughtful.

Regarding天人 (Tianren) and天人 (Tianren)神兵 (Shenbing), they had also searched for many classics. Although the天人 (Tianren) mystery was rarely spread in the world, they had vaguely guessed.

"Pang Xiong did indeed achieve天人 (Tianren) at the last moment, however, he has no天人 (Tianren)神兵 (Shenbing)..."

An Qisheng finished the wine in his glass, slowly put it down, and said:

"Just because there is no天人 (Tianren)-level神兵 (Shenbing) does not mean that the天门 (Tianmen) cannot be opened..."