Chapter 13 Spreading

Surging zhenqi slowly diffused throughout his five viscera.

Wherever it passed, countless dense meridians, almost completely obscuring the internal organs, emerged. Their complexity far surpassed the Major and Minor Circulations.

The prerequisite for the unceasing generation of zhenqi was circulation. Whether it was the Major or Minor Circulation, only continuous cycling could ensure its endless flow and generate defense similar to Horizontal Training.

Therefore, throughout history, many martial artists in the Jianghu were unable to endure the monotony and hardship of refining their meridians, opting instead to refine the Minor Circulation.

In their view, even if the Minor Circulation was completed, how could its power compare to the meridians of the zhenqi realm?

As for the Minor Circulation's near impossibility of advancing to divine meridians...

Less than one in a hundred of those who refined the Major Circulation could advance to divine meridians!

"Meridians..."

In An Qisheng's mind, a clear mirror hung high, reflecting an extremely intricate meridian map.

This was a meridian map he had constructed after collecting various meridian refinement methods, comparing them with the meridian map from his previous life, and experimenting countless times in his dreams. It was the most compatible with the human body and the most complete.

He dared not say that this meridian map surpassed all martial artists in Jiu Fu Realm, but it was certainly the most suitable for his body.

Buzz~

His five viscera heated up, and his blood boiled.

Under An Qisheng's inhumanly powerful mental control, the zhenqi scattered in all directions, simultaneously extending from the ends of countless meridians.

If a master of meridian refinement were to witness this scene, they would surely be incredulous.

Any martial artist who refined meridians had to be cautious, achieving them one by one, constantly comparing them with meridian maps and contemplating the thoughts of their predecessors.

How could anyone be like An Qisheng, advancing thousands of dense meridians simultaneously!

The mental and spiritual effort required would be terrifying!

As the zhenqi flowed, An Qisheng felt an indescribable ease and vitality in his internal organs.

Wherever the zhenqi network covered, every minute area, even every cell, became active, as if emitting a silent cry.

An Qisheng's control over his body was so strong that he could faintly feel his body slowly strengthening, imperceptible, yet undeniably real.

Huff!

Sip!

An Qisheng's breathing was smooth. As he began to circulate and refine his zhenqi, the entire room became even darker, so dark that he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face.

Time gradually passed.

The night slowly receded, and the stars gradually disappeared into the azure sky.

"Huff!"

The boatman wiped the sweat from his face and turned to call for the ferryman to come and take his place.

But he couldn't help but freeze.

At this moment, the sky was gradually brightening, and the night was fading, but visibility was already extremely high.

However, when he looked, he only felt a patch of darkness before his eyes, which immediately startled him.

"What's wrong?"

Another boatman heard the shout and couldn't help but turn his head.

He was also startled by this sight and almost fell to the ground.

"How is it possible, how is it possible..."

The boatman's expression was dazed. He looked at the sky, the river, and all around him.

Everything in the world was as usual, except for their boat, which seemed to have been swallowed by an abyss, so dark that there was not a single ray of light!

Boom!

Just then, he felt the boat beneath him tremble.

A stream of air pierced through the walls of the cabin, tearing through the darkness with a whoosh, like a qi sword, leaving a several-zhang-long trail on the deck before slowly dissipating in front of him.

"Ah!"

His body staggered, almost causing him to fall off the boat, but fortunately, he had some martial arts skills, and after a stumble, he managed to stand firm.

When he looked up again, he saw the white-robed old Taoist slowly stepping out of the cabin.

He was still white-haired and had a ruddy complexion, and his figure was thin, but at this time, as he strode forward, he seemed to be glowing, occupying all of his vision.

It was as if he were the only existence in the world, the center of the universe.

This strange thought flashed through his mind before he woke up, and the darkness in his vision had completely dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

The deck, the red horse, his companions, and the cabin reappeared in his vision.

"I accidentally destroyed a cabin wall. This silver note will be considered the fare and an apology."

An Qisheng had a smile on his face. With a flick of his finger, a silver note fluttered toward the boatman.

At the same time, with a thought, the boat began to dock on the shore.

"This..."

The boatman reached out and took the silver note. When he saw the denomination, his eyes widened: "One, one thousand taels?!"

What was the concept of one thousand taels?

For an ordinary family of three, without being frugal, the annual expenditure would not exceed five taels of silver.

This one thousand taels of silver was enough for two hundred families of three to spend for a year!

Even if he bought the entire boat, it would only cost three or four hundred taels of silver!

This one silver note was enough to buy two or three of his boats!

"Tao, Taoist priest, this, this is too much!"

The boatman's mouth was dry, but his heart was filled with dread. The money of these martial artists was too hot to hold.

"Take it if I give it to you."

As he spoke, the boat had docked. An Qisheng led the red horse ashore.

"Taoist priest!"

The boatman still wanted to say something.

An Qisheng had already turned over. Before leaving, he looked back at the boatman:

"Don't look back. Go downstream. Don't look back until you reach the end of your rope. Otherwise, you will face a fatal disaster!"

The boatman was stunned. Seeing the red horse neigh and gallop away, disappearing from his sight in a few flashes.

"This..."

The boatman held the silver note, undecided. Finally, he gritted his teeth and decided to trust him one more time.

Not to mention the magical aspects of this old Taoist priest, this one silver note alone would be worth more than enough to drift around for three or five years!

After making up his mind, the boatman shouted:

"Brothers, let's set sail!"

An hour later, five multi-storied ships came breaking through the waves.

Whoosh~~~

The moist morning breeze rose, blowing the corpse of the little eunuch hanging high on the mast, who had been drawn and quartered alive.

"Stop!"

On the deck, Fang Yuhong suddenly spoke, his voice carrying across the five multi-storied ships.

Whoosh~

The five multi-storied ships stopped almost simultaneously.

"His aura suddenly changed direction here!"

Fang Yuhong's robes fluttered, and his face became even colder:

"Although I don't know what tricks he's playing, his aura can't be wrong!"

"Go ashore!"

Yang Ling walked out of the cabin, the long saber on his back clanging:

"Too much time has been wasted. It's time to finish this!"

Zhao Changying, her eyes red, walked out of the cabin, her towering chest rising and falling, her lingering anger unabated:

"Chase! We must catch up with him!"

.........

July 6th, the sun hangs in the middle of the sky, clear.

Backed by towering mountains, the Xia Yi Sect (Hall of Chivalry), covering an area of ​​ten miles, was decorated with lanterns and colorful banners. The open space in front of the gate was bustling with activity.

Many disciples of the Xia Yi Sect lined up on both sides, extending ten zhangs, respectfully welcoming guests.

Since Yun Haitian issued the call, more than a month had passed. During this month, the number of guests coming to the Xia Yi Sect caused the disciples to secretly complain.

Although Yun Haitian was summoning experts listed on the Earth Ranking of the Weaponry Compendium, his reputation was too great, and the matter spread widely.

Any martial artist who heard about it wanted to join in the fun.

In particular, those who had received favors from the Xia Yi Sect, upon hearing of this, clamored to come, saying they wanted to boost the Xia Yi Sect's prestige.

Therefore, the not-so-small Xia Yi Sect was actually somewhat crowded. The food and vegetables accumulated over many days, and the chickens, ducks, and livestock raised were almost eaten empty.

This made the already poor Xia Yi Sect even more stretched.

This was still the case because many people knew that the Xia Yi Sect was poor and brought their own rations. Otherwise, the Xia Yi Sect would have lost a lot of face.

"The sect master of the Songhe Sect (Pine Crane Sect), Realist Songmu..."

"The elder of the Canfeng Temple (Remaining Maple Temple), Master Zhichang..."

"The Lone Wanderer, Great Hero Zhou..."

"The valley master of the Qingtao Valley (Green Wave Valley), Mr. Feng Buliu..."

.......

Yun Dongliu stood in the ranks, seeing people coming and going, and several senior brothers greeted people with smiles, and he felt extremely bored in his heart.

These Jianghu people really dare to join in on any excitement. However, with Yun Haitian's character, as long as no evil deeds were found out about any Jianghu people who came, there was no reason to refuse them.

But was this excitement easy to join in on?

One bad move could lead to death!

"Great Hero Han Feng, Fist Shakes Three Mountains!"

Suddenly, the noisy crowd fell into a brief silence.

Yun Dongliu raised his eyes and saw a caravan stopping not far away, and an old man with a burly figure like a lion strode forward.

Wherever he passed, a group of Jianghu people stepped back, not daring to block his path.

"This old man, I don't seem to have heard of him."

A junior who had just entered the Jianghu curiously asked his elder.

He was immediately reprimanded: "This old man became famous more than twenty years ago. He is also famous on the Earth Ranking. His iron fists have shaken Hanzhou. Although he has never founded a sect, he is also an extraordinary figure."

"Where is Brother Yun?"

Han Feng strode forward, his voice arriving before he did, as loud as a lion's roar.

"My master is currently in the main hall, senior, please follow me."

A disciple of the Xia Yi Sect took the initiative to greet him and led him in.

"Counting them, many experts on the Earth Ranking have come..."

A trace of heaviness flashed through Yun Dongliu's heart:

"That Feng Qingxuan has been holding back for more than a month, but I don't know what he wants to do..."

For more than a month, the Xia Yi Sect was extremely lively, with people coming and going, but Yun Dongliu felt extremely uneasy.

Feng Qingxuan was nowhere to be seen. Some said he was afraid of the gathering of many experts in the Xia Yi Sect.

But he didn't believe it. The disciple of the Six Prison Devil Sovereign, who had occupied the throne of the world's number one expert for many years, would be so easily frightened.

He was very worried, but there was nothing he could do.

"I can only hope that the heroes can kill that devil spawn..."

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Yun Dongliu felt that the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Only then did he realize that his senior brothers in front of him had each led people in.

He shook his head and went up to greet them.

With a slight lift of his head, Yun Dongliu was stunned. Coming to him were actually two women.

These two women, one dressed in white and the other in red, although covered in veils, their graceful figures were still visible, and their eyes were bright.

Without seeing their faces, just looking at their temperament, one knew that they were stunning beauties.

Especially the woman in red, her eyes were particularly clear, as if there were autumn waters and stars within. With a mere glance, his heart beat faster.

"May I ask, who are the two heroines?"

Yun Dongliu then realized why the surroundings had become quiet.

A glance at the corner of his eye.

The Jianghu people around him were also amazed by the two women. At this moment, all eyes were gathered on the two women, and there were even many indecent sounds of swallowing saliva.

"This concubine is Liu Xian'er, this is my junior sister, Li Lian'er. We two are disciples of Reverend Jingyue. We are traveling down the mountain for the first time and heard that Zhongzhou is lively, so we came to take a look."

The woman in white replied softly.

Her tone was light and soft, and the Jianghu people around her felt as if their hearts were being brushed back and forth by a small brush, making them itchy and unbearable.

"Reverend Jingyue..."

Yun Dongliu pondered for a moment, cupped his hands, and said, "Guests are guests, please follow me, two fairies."

"Thank you, Great Hero Yun."

The woman in white replied, pulling her junior sister behind her.

The woman in red's eyes flowed, sweeping over the Jianghu people around her, and in the depths of her autumn water-like eyes, there was a hint of deep coldness.