Chapter 1 Startled

"Hah!"

Li Ling was so startled that she shivered all over, leaping to her feet and attempting to flee.

She cursed inwardly, and as she fled, she didn't forget to glare fiercely at the short-haired, slick-faced scoundrel.

Where was this place?

The foot of Wangquan Mountain!

If she alerted others, how could she escape?

Among those who had come to welcome them during the day, there was a master of Qi circulation.

"Eh?"

Yun Dongliu's gaze sharpened. With a step, his long saber left its scabbard, the blade light slashing across the sky like a bolt of white silk:

"Go back!"

The long saber hummed, its chilling aura sweeping across the area, flattening the vegetation within dozens of feet. The blade light surged like waves, forcing Li Ling to retreat.

"Get out of the way!"

Li Ling gritted her teeth, dodging the blade. With a flick of her wrists, she scattered a cloud of gray powder like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers. Gathering her inner force, she blew it toward Yun Dongliu.

Having refined several Qi channels, her true Qi was already condensed. With this gust, the powder spread out over dozens of feet.

If he wanted to chase her, he would have to withstand this wave of powder.

"A potent aphrodisiac?!"

Yun Dongliu's lips twitched. He retreated, carrying Liu Ming with him.

After condensing true Qi, he was immune to most poisons, except for some rare ones, but an aphrodisiac was not a poison.

Even a master of Qi circulation could be caught off guard.

Not to mention, he was carrying a little monk.

If Liu Ming were affected, he would have no face to meet Wangquan Daoren.

Forcing Yun Dongliu back, Li Ling rolled on the ground to avoid the rampaging saber energy and attempted to escape.

Unexpectedly, a cold snort rang out in her ears:

"Who dares to be presumptuous on Wangquan Mountain!"

With a cold snort.

From the brightly lit Wenxin Hall, a white figure shot out, its speed extremely fast, as if tearing through the air with each step. In the blink of an eye, it had crossed hundreds of feet of night sky.

Amidst the howling wind, he stood with his hands behind his back, a hundred feet in front of Li Ling.

"Fan Zimin..."

Li Ling's heart sank as she recognized the white-clad figure as Fan Zimin, a master from the Earthly Ranking, whom she had seen during the day.

"So, it's you."

Fan Zimin slightly raised his chin, his expression cold:

"The Da Dao Ji spared your life, and you still dare to run away? Are you going back on your own, or do you want me to do it?"

Li Ling forced a smile: "What are you saying, Senior? This little girl just thought the moonlight was beautiful tonight and came out for a walk. How would I dare to run?"

She was furious inside.

Turning around, she walked toward Wangquan Mountain. After taking two steps, she stopped again, looking back at Liu Ming, who was being carried by Yun Dongliu, and asked with a smile:

"Little brother, what's your name?"

She hated him.

She had learned an extremely mysterious stealth technique. The last time she was able to sneak into the Xia Yi Sect was thanks to this secret method, which allowed her to escape down the mountain this time.

But she didn't expect to be discovered by this little devil.

"Easy to say!"

Liu Ming broke free from Yun Dongliu's wrist, landed, coughed lightly, struck a pose, and said faintly, "This little master doesn't change his name or his surname. My name is Sun En. Old woman, you better remember it well!"

Old woman?

Li Ling's breath hitched, and she almost bit her tongue.

Taking a deep look at Liu Ming:

"Sun En, is it? This old woman will remember you!"

With that, she obediently walked up the mountain.

*Pa!*

Yun Dongliu slapped him on the back of the head, cursing "Slick!" before cupping his fist towards Fan Zimin:

"Thank you for your help, Brother Fan."

Fan Zimin also cupped his fist, a smile appearing on his face:

"This young lady is no match for Brother Yun. I was being presumptuous."

Then, he paused and said, "I wonder about the matter I entrusted to Brother Yun..."

"I have not failed your trust!"

Yun Dongliu's expression was a little strange.

The last time he left the mountain, he was stopped by Fan Zimin, who insisted that he deliver some manuscripts to some storytellers and instructed him to give them money.

He had heard of giving money to people to tell stories, mostly by young heroes who had just emerged to make a name for themselves.

But the manuscripts Fan Zimin gave him were all about praising Wangquan Daoren's deeds, seven parts truth, three parts hearsay, and ten parts exaggeration.

It made him click his tongue in amazement.

"In that case, thank you, Brother Yun."

Fan Zimin smiled even more warmly.

.......

At the gate of Wangquan Daoshan, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze like lightning flashing across the night sky, illuminating the entire house.

His senses spread for dozens of miles, and the entire Wangquan Mountain was within his range. He could naturally perceive what happened at the foot of the mountain.

Whether it was Sun En's departure or Li Ling's escape, he 'saw' it very clearly.

"Dragon Sparrow Saber..."

An Qisheng's gaze fell back, and the wisp of divine light dissipated.

He naturally knew why Sun En left. It was nothing more than the Dragon Sparrow Saber sensing the aura of the Dragon King Armor, or sensing danger, which urged Sun En to leave.

Although Sun En's will was stronger than that of ordinary children, he was still a child after all. Possessing the Dragon Sparrow Saber, seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster was an instinct.

In the perception of the Dragon Sparrow Saber, which had not yet fully recovered, his existence must be extremely dangerous.

It was only natural that he would run away.

*Whoosh*

He picked up the Dragon King Armor on his lap.

On the originally gray armor, there was now a faint red-gold light.

That wisp of red-gold seemed insignificant compared to the entire armor, but the appearance of this light represented the success of his refining the Dragon King Armor.

The two hundred years of national fortune of Dafeng were not without effect after all, and would not be obliterated by the will of the Dragon King Armor in a short period of time.

This was what it should be.

"If it's like this every day, it will take thirteen years to refine it..."

An Qisheng touched the wisp of red-gold on the edge of the armor, which was cold to the touch, yet scorching hot:

"It would be even better if I could persist longer..."

Compared to the divine weapon itself, the martial arts essence and fighting instinct of the past owners were more important to him.

Compared to closing his eyes and building a car, it was naturally better to have an opponent to verify.

As his martial arts became more and more profound, the only ones in the world who could be his opponents were the War Gods, but at this time, the War Gods were still young and not enough for him to fight with one little finger tied together.

Therefore, the Heaven-Man Divine Weapons were very useful to him.

The collision of divine wills was the same as a real battle for him, because his control over his body was meticulous, and his actions and thoughts were infinitely close to being one.

It was a pity that the Dragon King Armor could not last long.

Stroking the Dragon King Armor, which was as cold as ice and as hot as lava, An Qisheng couldn't help but think of Pang Wanyang.

He still had the Heaven-Man Divine Weapon to reflect upon, and in the future, there might be War Gods, but Pang Wanyang was truly without an opponent.

Sitting on the top of the snow mountain for forty years, he was invincible in the world.

How boring that must be.

The thought flashed by, and he closed his eyes again, his divine will flowing down, probing the Dragon King Armor again.

The room was once again dark, except for the faint sound of breathing, there was no other sound.

No one knew that the Daoist who was sitting cross-legged was not idle at all, and was experiencing thrilling battles.

The following days.

Seemed to have returned to calm.

An Qisheng still got up with the sunrise and rested with the sunset every day. During the day, he sometimes collected herbs in the deep mountains, and looked at Bai Xian'er, Li Ling, and others who were quarrying in the deep mountains.

After that, he would guide his three disciples, and in addition, he would go to Wenxin Hall to give lectures and discuss the essence of Daoist scriptures with the many disciples.

At other times, he would either sit quietly on the top of the mountain and watch the rising and falling of the clouds, or go to Yangxiao Hall to listen to a story and taste the skills of the few cooks he had taught to see if they had improved.

The rest of the time, in addition to entering dreams to comprehend the martial arts of hundreds of schools, he would use the past War Gods in the Dragon King Armor as opponents to hone his martial arts and martial Dao.

In addition, he would correspond with Han Changgong, with whom he exchanged letters every half month.

Han Changgong ascended the throne as king, and was cautious every day, burdened with many political affairs. Fortunately, he had a divine pulse, and his energy was extremely vigorous, so he would not be flustered.

But even so, he often sent letters to inquire about all kinds of things from An Qisheng.

The establishment of a sect was not so easy, let alone a sect that would last forever and affect the world.

Even if he had seen some things in the dreams of the old monk Yixiu, it was by no means an easy task.

A complete set of martial arts must also have a complete set of rules, or culture.

There were many martial monks in Huangjue Temple, but why did they take the Buddhist Dharma as the foundation? That was the reason.

Martial arts, laws, and the Daoist scriptures, these were the three thresholds that An Qisheng set for Wangquan Dao.

Read through the Daoist scriptures, understand the essence, understand the laws and agree with them, and then, only then, would martial arts be taught.

He naturally would not say that it was because he had not yet summarized the complete martial arts.

In addition to martial arts, the continuation industry of a sect, and the required elixirs, all needed to be considered by him.

He entered the mountain not only to comprehend nature, but also to taste all kinds of herbs, wanting to summarize a elixir that was easy to find materials and could best enhance internal strength.

Quarrying was not only for the migration and gathering of earth veins, but also for mines and arable land.

His founding of a sect was not to cultivate a group of bloodsuckers who used martial arts to be fierce. Self-sufficiency was very important.

He had the method of entering dreams, and he himself was a good alchemy furnace. He could distinguish all the medicinal properties and elixirs he had eaten, and in only half a year, he had summarized the elixirs for treating internal injuries, reconnecting tendons and bones, increasing internal strength, nourishing the spirit and qi, and blood.

Even the prescriptions for tempering tendons and bones.

Finally, he refined a elixir that could increase sixty years of internal strength, which was named Wangquan Dan.

On the contrary, martial arts did not progress so quickly because he had learned too much.

It was not until the three-year period expired, and the first batch of disciples from Wenxin Hall truly entered Wangquan Dao that he realized it when he observed the waxing and waning of the sun and moon.

There was no perfect martial art in the world, so he passed down the prototype of martial arts formed by gathering the martial arts of the two realms and the essence of countless martial arts.

He did not name it, but Fan Zimin gave it the name 'Wangquan Dao'.

Since then, the foundation of Wangquan Dao was laid.

Although only one thousand five hundred people had truly entered Wangquan Dao, most of the others were still in Wenxin Hall, but compared to the previous lone figure, it was already a different world.

Compared to An Qisheng's unhurriedness, time passed quickly.

Years passed like shuttles, the sun rose and set, the moon waxed and waned, the cold came and the heat went, and in the blink of an eye, it had been five years since the battle between Hanhai and Pang Wanyang, when he ascended to the top of the world.

This year was the eighth year he came to the Jiufu Realm.

It was also the year of Wangquan Daoren's centennial!