Chapter 16 Underworld

Outside Fengdu City, the spring breeze was gentle, all things grew, the mountains and rivers were green, and the grasslands evergreen. It was not happy for the new king, nor sad for the old.

Just like the change of dynasties in the past few decades, the landscape remained the same.

Pedestrians and merchants from the north and south came and went in a hurry, seemingly unaware of any abnormality.

An Qisheng rode his red horse, leaving unhurriedly.

At a certain moment, he turned his head as if sensing something, seemingly seeing the court meeting in Fengdu's royal city.

He also saw Han Changong sitting on the throne, feeling uneasy.

A feng shui master, becoming the ruler of a country, what kind of feeling would that be?

"Old Han, thank you for your hard work."

An Qisheng smiled and urged his horse forward.

It was easy to fight against a country alone, and it was also easy to assassinate a king, but what was truly difficult was governing a country. How difficult was it to govern a country with vast territory and hundreds of millions of people?

The Dafeng Dynasty had been founded for two hundred years, and the Feng family's rule was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. How easy would it be to replace them?

Even if he was invincible in the world at this time, he could not govern the country alone, let alone change the world.

Eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time.

Eating too fast can easily choke you, and taking too big of a step can easily hurt your balls.

The world in chaos, just four simple words, but it contained the death of countless families and the separation of wives and children.

He didn't think the Feng King was qualified to make such a decision, and naturally, he didn't think he was qualified either.

Under the circumstances that he didn't want to be trapped on that bench, Han Changong's replacement was already one of the best choices.

He didn't know if Han Changong would be conscientious and maintain his original intention, or if one day, he would change as well.

But that didn't matter.

People's hearts are easily changed because they lack awe.

What he was going to do next was to make everyone in the world have awe.

Above the heads of all the kings in the world,

Hang a sword!

A,

Sword of Kingship!

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Since the founding of the Dafeng Dynasty by Emperor Taizu, nearly two hundred years had passed.

In the past two hundred years, Dafeng's national strength had been steadily increasing. Besides the fact that Dafeng occupied the most superior territory in the world, it was also because the successive kings of Dafeng were considered wise. The contemporary Feng King, building on the accumulated glory of a hundred years, could even be called a man of great talent and bold vision.

Twenty years ago, he fought against various countries and won every battle. If he had not been subjected to the beheading tactics of martial arts figures during the Southern Field Mountain Gathering, it might not have been impossible to pacify all countries in one battle.

Therefore, the news of King Feng's death was truly shocking news to the world.

Countless people mourned, some were happy, and some laughed heartily.......

Although according to the imperial court's edict of mourning, King Feng died of illness, the news that he was assassinated still spread.

First, because once the blood exchange was completed, one would be almost immune to all diseases, let alone King Feng, who had fought in the north and south, and was suspected of having completed his Qi channels and possibly even established the foundation of his divine veins?

There were thousands of possible causes of death, but death from illness was impossible.

Secondly, that night, millions of people saw the changes in the celestial phenomena, as well as the white-robed Taoist fighting the crimson golden dragon in the sky.

Many ministers of the imperial court also knew that they could not hide it, so they allowed these rumors to spread.

And the spread of news that the crimson golden dragon was the Dragon King Armor, a heavenly weapon, further stirred the hearts of the martial artists in the world.

Martial artists sought heavenly weapons even more than ordinary people sought the throne.

Because heavenly weapons not only represented the strongest martial power in the world, but also the secrets of the heavens.

Heaven, represented longevity, and was the sum of all desires in the world.

As the news of Fengdu City spread, the whereabouts of the Dragon King Armor became the most popular topic in the world, and it seemed that everyone was discussing it in the streets and alleys.

Many people speculated that the person who fought the crimson golden dragon, the Dragon King Armor, that night was the Wang Quan (Kingship) Taoist, An Qisheng!

Not only because of his previous grievances with the Dafeng Dynasty.

But also because, the only person in the world who could contend with the Dragon King Armor, and even kill King Feng under such circumstances, was An Qisheng, who replaced Pang Wanyang as the number one in the world.

But knowing that the Dragon King Armor might have fallen into the hands of the Wang Quan Taoist, countless restless martial artists couldn't help but fall silent.

It was like a bucket of ice water poured on their heads, extinguishing all the flames.

Who would dare to snatch his things?

The only difference between this man and the legendary figures of the past was that he was still alive.

Such a great master, who had the confidence to snatch the Dragon King Armor from him?

Therefore, a crisis that should have shaken the entire martial world, caused millions to fight for it, and resulted in death, had not even begun before it came to an end.

An Qisheng left Fengdu City, not hiding his tracks, nor speeding up his pace.

But even when he crossed Central Province and arrived at the Righteousness Sect.

Although many martial artists followed behind him, not even one dared to attack him.

"Brother Taoist!"

In front of the Righteousness Sect, Yun Haitian led a group of disciples to welcome him.

"Brother Yun, long time no see."

An Qisheng dismounted and returned the greeting with a smile.

"Brother Taoist has caused quite a stir..."

Yun Haitian sighed slightly.

Two years apart, he had not changed much, but An Qisheng had defeated Pang Wanyang and became the true number one in the world.

He had even attacked the royal city, killed King Feng, and seized the Dragon King Armor.

Each of these events was an unimaginable event for him.

"I'm entangled in trivial matters, not as carefree as Brother Yun."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

"Where is there any carefree life?"

Yun Haitian gave a wry smile, but his gaze fell on the dusty, inconspicuous armor hanging under the red horse's neck.

No one in the world was not interested in heavenly weapons, and he was no exception.

"This, is this the Dragon King Armor?"

Yun Haitian's eyes were bright, not concealing his curiosity at all.

His personality had always been like this, he would not hide his feelings, curiosity was curiosity.

Not only him, but also a group of Righteousness Sect disciples looked at the armor.

Such a dusty armor, was it actually the heavenly weapon, the Dragon King Armor?

An Qisheng quite appreciated Yun Haitian's words and actions. Seeing his curiosity, he casually took off the Dragon King Armor and handed it to Yun Haitian:

"That's right, this is the Dragon King Armor."

His expression was calm, and his movements were casual, as if what he was holding was not the world-famous Dragon King Armor, but just an ordinary armor.

"Brother Taoist?"

Yun Haitian was slightly stunned, and a group of Righteousness Sect disciples were even more surprised.

Many martial artists who watched this scene from afar were breathing rapidly and couldn't help but feel greedy.

"This is the Dragon King Armor..."

Yun Haitian reached out and took the Dragon King Armor.

The imagined weight did not exist. It felt light in his hand, as if he was holding a cloud, without any texture.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have even thought that his hand was empty.

"Heavenly weapons are neither gold nor iron, neither Qi nor spirit. They can be as heavy as mountains, or as light as a feather."

An Qisheng explained.

In fact, if it hadn't been refined by the Dafeng Dynasty's two hundred years of national fortune, the Dragon King Armor could not have been seen by anyone at all.

But even so, because it had not been completely revived, its divine power was not revealed at all.

Yun Haitian carefully examined it, even pondering it with his divine will, but after a long time, he still did not find a trace of divine power.

"Divine weapons choose their master, it seems that Yun is not the destined person for the Dragon King Armor."

Yun Haitian sighed slightly, and handed the Dragon King Armor back to An Qisheng:

"This thing should still remain in Brother Taoist's hands, it would be a great disaster for others to obtain it..."

Heavenly weapons choose their master. If one is not the destined person, even if the divine weapon is in their hands, they will not be able to exert any divine power, let alone obtain the heavenly inheritance within it.

Even worse, it would attract an endless stream of greedy people and set off a martial world catastrophe.

"Fortune and misfortune have no door, people bring it upon themselves."

An Qisheng casually threw the Dragon King Armor and hung it on the red horse's neck.

This action once again caused the hearts of many martial artists to stir, wishing they could rush forward and snatch the Dragon King Armor.

Unfortunately, all that responded to them was the red horse's snort.

Until the man and the horse walked into the Righteousness Sect, no one dared to take action.

Only a few hundred feet, but it was like a chasm, blocking them.

In the quiet backyard, under the old tree.

An Qisheng and Yun Haitian sat facing each other, and disciples came to pour tea.

The tea fragrance was faint.

"Brother Taoist, hanging it like that, someone will eventually be unable to resist taking action."

Yun Haitian couldn't help but say.

Even if An Qisheng's reputation was great, tempting them like this would eventually lead to someone taking action.

"Those who are blinded by profit, have existed since ancient times, there is nothing to regret if they die."

An Qisheng did not care, picked up the tea and took a sip:

"There are many people attracted along the way, and even more beasts. If they dare to take action, I will bury them all together."

"Brother Taoist is too bloodthirsty."

Yun Haitian could only shake his head.

The great grandmasters who founded sects throughout history rarely took action against ordinary martial artists. Half of the time, they maintained their status and disdained to take action, and the other half was because they did not want to provoke too many enemies, after all, their disciples would have to travel the martial world in the future.

There were not many solitary people in the world after all.

"Brother Yun, there is no need to persuade me."

An Qisheng put down the teacup, did not discuss the matter further, and instead said, "It has been two years since we parted, I have gained a lot, I can try to heal Brother Yun's injuries."

"Heal injuries?"

Yun Haitian's hand was steady, he slowly took a sip of tea, but after putting down the teacup, he couldn't help but tremble.

He had an injury.

That injury was inflicted on him by the Red Serpent Dharma King when he went to the Six Hells Holy Mountain alone decades ago.

It was an injury to the 'spirit'.

Because of this injury, his path to the divine vein was cut off.

Although he was calm, as a martial artist, without the possibility of further advancement, it was impossible for him not to have a trace of regret in his heart.

If these words were said by someone else, he might not have cared, but the one who spoke was An Qisheng, the number one person in the world today, a living martial arts legend!

"That's right, heal injuries."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

Yun Haitian's injury was in the 'spirit' not in the body, it could not be cured by medicine or stones. Even he, only now had some confidence.

Of course, to him.

As long as there was a bit of confidence, he could do it perfectly, it was just a matter of trying a few more times in his dreams.

Yun Haitian slowly exhaled a breath:

"May I ask Brother Taoist, what means will you use to heal my injury?"

An Qisheng lightly tapped the stone table, his voice accompanied by the crisp tapping sound enveloped the entire courtyard:

"Reincarnation."