Chapter 1 A Habit of Loneliness

From some unknown time.
An Qisheng had grown accustomed to solitude.

Perhaps it was the sixty years of silent meditation atop Wangquan Mountain, or perhaps it was the awakening of his past life's wisdom in his childhood, or perhaps he had already adapted to it in a previous life.

In the days that followed, he continued to consume various medicinal herbs daily, sitting in meditation to temper his physical body.

His realm had long since reached the level of "Seeing Divinity" (Jian Shen), with every part of his body fully connected. He could control his own secretions, the workings of his various organs, his brainwaves, and even more subtle aspects like the movement of his cells.

The condensing of his bio-magnetic field was easier than he had imagined. With the operation of his organs, the trembling of his muscles, and even the high-speed collision of his cells, it seemed that before long, his bio-magnetic field would be condensed.

As time passed, the balance in his bank card gradually dwindled, and the medicinal herbs he had repeatedly purchased were gradually being consumed.

Hu!

Xi!

As the morning sun rose, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the rooftop, inhaling and exhaling.

His breathing was extremely intense. With each breath, a gust of wind rose up, swirling around him, scattering leaves and dust more than ten meters away.

Even the sound of blood flowing through his body could be heard, starting like a trickling stream, then like a waterfall cascading down, and finally like the Yangtze River surging eastward, making the sound of waves crashing.

An Qisheng had always approached cultivation with the utmost reverence.

Sincere in heart, sincere to oneself, therefore able to be sincere to the Dao.

His eyes seemed to open and close, and his mind washed over his body like flowing water, reaching his limbs and bones. At every moment, his body was undergoing changes that would amaze even a Jian Shen grandmaster.

Among all the Baodan (Embracing the Dan) masters throughout Xuan Xing's history, none could circulate their Qi and blood faster than him. The hundred days of Baodan would be completed in just ten days at his unhurried pace.

The human body's magnetic field originates from the bio-electricity generated by the operation of organs, muscles, and cells.

This step was extremely difficult.

Ordinary people couldn't even control their own muscles, let alone their internal organs.

And even Huajin (Transforming Energy) and Baodan masters, who could deeply control their own subtle parts, couldn't maintain this state at all times, let alone delve into deeper levels of cells.

On Xuan Xing, only Mu Longcheng had possibly reached the cellular level of physical control.

And that was just a possibility.

He certainly couldn't freely manipulate cells or genes.

But An Qisheng could.

His divine will was extremely powerful, already able to delve into the cellular level. He could even use his powerful will to drive the cells in his body to rub against each other at high speed, accelerate the metabolism, and even generate more powerful bio-electricity.

Zi zi~~

The sun was still rising high, but An Qisheng seemed to hear the sound of electric current rubbing in his ears.

This was different from the sounds of a tiger or leopard, just the pure sound of bones rubbing.

This was the real sound of electricity!

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck the clear blue sky.

Electric snakes writhed and thunder fell, descending from the sky at unimaginable speed, instantly striking the rooftop.

Boom!

The floor of the rooftop was like paper, instantly pierced, with sparks and earth and stones flying, and smoke and dust rising.

"Changes in the magnetic field have attracted lightning..."

An Qisheng mused.

Lightning was the fastest thing in the world, and he couldn't dodge it. Even in the Jiu Fu Realm, his speed couldn't surpass lightning.

However, his mind was powerful, and he had sensed the arrival of lightning in advance, so naturally he wouldn't resist it head-on.

Resisting head-on would inevitably leave him looking a bit disheveled with his current physique.

"However, embracing the Dan again gives me a different experience..."

An Qisheng sensed himself.

His physique had undergone tremendous changes compared to ten days ago. His internal organs were moving powerfully, his tendons had become tougher, his bones had become heavier, and there was even a trace of jade color.

With a casual grip of his hand, his five fingers could create a sonic boom.

The condensation of the magnetic field also had an immediate effect on the physique. Because the hundred days of Baodan was itself a process of stimulating acupoints and moving Qi and blood to achieve the effect of rebirth, he had already reached the Seeing Divinity state, and his mind was powerful. The process of magnetic field condensation was even more stimulating to all the acupoints in the human body, so this process was naturally much faster.

This process, along with the initial condensation of the magnetic field, had already been completed.

Even more, this process of stimulating and washing the physique was more thorough and improved more than Baodan itself.

Otherwise, electric current could also kill people.

In just ten days, the changes in his body were so great that they would make countless Xuan Xing martial artists gape.

"Magnetic field cultivation is indeed not that simple. Changes in the human body's magnetic field seem to easily attract lightning. This is a bit troublesome, but I have to think of a way..."

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

Xuan Xing was different from the Jiu Fu Realm. The Jiu Fu Realm had the neutralization of heaven and earth spiritual energy, and the degree of change in the magnetic field was even higher. Xuan Xing was different. As the physique became stronger and the bio-magnetic field became more powerful, it would collide with the heaven and earth magnetic field and stimulate lightning.

In other words, walking in the world would mean being struck by lightning from time to time.

This was especially intense in the city. One person's bio-magnetic field was nothing, but the magnetic field of tens of millions of people was even more powerful than his at this time.

Therefore, the Jian Shen grandmasters of the past would all live in seclusion, away from people, or live in mountains and rivers, using Feng Shui to set up formations to block the collision with the heaven and earth magnetic field.

Juechen Daoren, Xue Zheng, Garuda of the Three-India Kingdom, and other Jian Shen grandmasters all lived in seclusion in the mountains and fields.

People like Mu Longcheng, who lived in the city, were a minority among the minority.

An Qisheng was proficient in Yin-Yang and Feng Shui formations, but setting up formations was not that simple. Usually, his own magnetic field was dormant, so naturally it would not collide with the heaven and earth magnetic field. But when he was cultivating, the magnetic field was too strong, so even with Feng Shui formations, it would be useless.

Hu!

An Qisheng casually pinched, as if catching a fish in the air. The invisible airflow moved with his palm, and the diffused dust was caught in his hand.

With another throw, it exploded into dust ten meters away.

This was already the skill of Gang Qi (罡氣).

His realm had already arrived. As long as his physical strength increased, he could use any martial art with ease. Gang Qi was fine, and Jian Shen was fine. It would not cause him any obstacles at all.

Because he had already walked this path, and he had walked even higher.

When the realm arrives, everything is just a matter of course.

Afterwards, he didn't practice any more, and leisurely went out. When there was a problem, it had to be solved.

And he had a good place to deal with lightning.

Driving, hitting the road, after a few hours, he boarded a plane.

His current speed was not slow. When he really ran, few cars could catch up with him. However, walking, sitting, and lying were all cultivation. If there was transportation, why bother walking?

The immortals in mythology still needed mounts when they went out.

On the plane, there was no talk all the way, and he arrived at Wudang Mountain Airport.

As soon as he walked out of the airport, An Qisheng's eyes moved, and he saw an acquaintance.

It was a teenager wearing a white tracksuit.

The teenager looked eighteen or nineteen years old, and was still a bit immature, but his eyes were extremely calm.

He knew this teenager. He had seen him when he obtained Wang Yangming's handwriting. He seemed to be called Su Jie.

However, although he felt that this teenager was a bit strange at the time, he couldn't see too much.

Now, it was different.

His mind was in the dark, and he could see the murderous aura, magnetic field, misfortune, and ineffable luck that ordinary people could not see.

And at this time, in his eyes, this teenager was truly the essence of heaven and earth, a person with luck.

"Su Jie..."

Ripples appeared in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, and the Dao Yi Chart had already flickered.

A long time ago in the Jiu Fu Realm, he had developed this habit. Whenever he saw someone, he would first look at their aura, then look at the person, calculate it himself, and then use the Dao Yi Chart to deduce it again.

It was both a recognition of the world and a learning of the Dao Yi Chart.

[Consuming 9 points of Dao Power]

[Su Jie (19/40)]

[Original trajectory 1: Born in a spirit-scarce universe, Xuan Xing, intelligent and gifted, with excellent comprehension, studied literature in childhood, learned martial arts at sixteen, met many nobles for support, and finally met the wind and clouds to become a dragon, breaking the natural limits of the human body, stirring up the world's wind and clouds, leading the development of the era, a martial arts grandmaster who carries on the past and opens up the future........]

[Died in the Kaiyuan year 9842, the zombie king Zhu Shang destroyed the world........]

"A martial arts grandmaster who carries on the past and opens up the future..."

An Qisheng was a little curious.

Not just anyone could afford this title. The last one was Gu Changfeng three hundred years ago, then Wudang Mountain's one a thousand years ago, and before that, the Shaolin Temple patriarch.

Could this immature teenager compare to those few?

"Is it you?"

Su Jie seemed to be waiting for someone in place, and inadvertently saw An Qisheng, and blurted out.

Of course he recognized An Qisheng.

The cruelty of this man's methods in the small village battle was still fresh in his memory.

"Long time no see."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

It had only been a little over a year, and this teenager had not only entered the dark force (Ru An), but his limbs, chest, and back had all been tempered, and he was not far from Huajin.

"Are you going to Wudang Mountain too?"

Su Jie was a little curious.

In his opinion, An Qisheng was not much older than him, but he had a kind of temperament that made him look up to him in awe.

Even with a smile, it made people dare not be presumptuous.

"Seeing two old friends."

An Qisheng glanced at Su Jie and waved goodbye.

Su Jie still wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he stopped.

Before long, a tall white man walked over.

"Coach."

Su Jie called out, and the tall white man was Potter.

"That man..."

Potter frowned.

Before, he had a strange feeling in his heart, and he came over, but he didn't find anything.

"That's a friend."

Su Jie told him about what happened when they first met.

Potter's brows relaxed, and he always had some inexplicable emotions in his heart, but he didn't say much.

He just nodded:

"According to you, his martial arts were stronger than you are now, but not much."

"I'm afraid I can't beat him."

Su Jie thought for a while, then shook his head.

He had only been practicing martial arts for more than two years, and he had little experience in fighting with others. That man was experienced, and if they really fought, he was afraid that he would suffer a great loss.

"It's important to recognize yourself, Su Jie. Your boxing skills are very skilled, but you lack your own Dao. This time, follow me for a walk, and maybe you will gain something."

Potter carried his backpack and walked towards Wudang Mountain.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, but Su Jie had to trot to keep up with him:

"Coach, what are you going to do in Wudang Mountain this time?"

"Experts dueling."

Potter didn't look back.

"How high is 'high'?"

"As high as Mu Feng."