绝世红颜化作腥臭污秽.

This scene was too subversive. Many martial artists who saw this scene, although they knew she was a demonic sect member, couldn't help but feel a pity in their hearts.

If such a beauty were mine, could I so decisively strike?

Many people's eyes flickered, and the gaze they cast at An Qisheng, who slowly landed, was already filled with fear and apprehension.

"Well done!"

Nangong Qing shouted loudly, feeling extremely gratified.

The members of the Righteous Alliance also cheered in unison.

*Thud*

An Qisheng landed gently, and his billowing white robe fell.

*Clang*

Silver needles fell from his body to the ground, making crisp sounds.

The hidden weapons were overwhelming, but he didn't blow them all away. However, after the force was weakened, although they could still pierce gold and crack stone, they could no longer pierce his skin.

After all, these Qi-Breaking Needles were more aimed at zhenqi (true energy).

Unfortunately, his physique was much stronger than his own zhenqi.

With his current physique, even a direct shot from a sniper rifle wouldn't break his skin. The terrifying enhancement of zhenqi to his physical body had made him inhumanly strong.

Not to mention Xuanxing, even in Jiu Fu Realm, few could match him.

"Whether it's Feng Qingxuan or this woman, their strength is much stronger than Xue Chaoyang, but far from Tong Zhengyang..."

He glanced at the stinking pit and turned to walk towards the Righteous Alliance.

His mind was filled with contemplation.

When he first came to this world, he had a deep fear of qimai (energy channels), because Tong Zhengyang had left a deep impression on him. Entering Tong Zhengyang's dream, although he couldn't truly fight him, the feeling was real.

Tong Zhengyang's physique was only slightly inferior to his current one, but his zhenqi was dozens of times stronger than his own.

He was much stronger than any qimai master he had seen in Jiu Fu Realm.

In his estimation, if Tong Zhengyang wasn't a rare genius of the past millennia, then there must have been a major change in the martial arts of Jiu Fu Realm in the three thousand years after Tong Zhengyang's era.

As a result, even though they both possessed qimai, there was such a big difference.

He vaguely felt that the latter was more likely.

This wasn't hard to understand. On Xuanxing, the knowledge level and depth of college graduates differed greatly even after just a few decades.

*Tap tap tap*

As he walked, An Qisheng's aura receded, returning to the unremarkable old Taoist priest he was before.

His spirit had reached the point where he could sense the crisis before the autumn wind moved the cicada. He had already realized on the Great Dragon River that he would feel a sense of crisis if he burst forth with vitality and regained his youth.

Although the sense of crisis had greatly diminished as his qimai became nearly complete, he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

What did it matter whether he was young or old?

However, although his aura had receded, the hundreds of zhang of ruins, the corpses of Feng Qingxuan, and the stinking pit made it impossible for anyone to ignore his presence.

As he stepped forward, the many martial artists in front of the Righteous Alliance felt fear in their hearts, daring not to look directly at him. Some even retreated several steps from hundreds of zhang away.

They hadn't forgotten that this old Taoist priest possessed the Soul-Seizing Demonic Art, was known as the Blood Demon, and had a reputation for slaughtering hundreds of martial artists.

However, until An Qisheng approached,

the thousands of martial artists, though with different thoughts, did not dare to draw their swords, nor did they make the slightest sound, for fear of attracting his attention.

In front of the massive Righteous Alliance gate, on the vast plain of dozens of *li*, stood thousands of martial artists wielding swords,

and the white-robed old Taoist priest who stepped forward.

For a moment, it was like a frozen picture.

Unspeakably harmonious.

And, unspeakably funny.

Yun Dongliu, who was sitting dejectedly holding Sun En, felt even more disheartened.

Why did these people dare to sneer at his master and denounce him loudly?

They should know that if his master were to attack, everyone present except An Qisheng would be unable to escape death.

Of course, he knew why, but the more he knew, the more confused he became.

Did what he had done, what his master had insisted on for so many years, really have any meaning?

"Grandmaster Yun."

An Qisheng walked up to Yun Dongliu and couldn't help but call out to him when he saw his dazed expression.

Many people had originally surrounded Yun Dongliu, afraid that he would escape, but as he stepped forward, they had already retreated far away.

The closest was more than twenty zhang away.

"Dao... Daoist Priest?"

Yun Dongliu struggled to get up and said with a bitter smile:

"Please don't call me Grandmaster anymore. How can I have the face to..."

"Look."

An Qisheng ignored all of this and indifferently pointed to all the martial artists around him under thousands of gazes, and asked:

"Grandmaster Yun, you see the many figures in front of the Righteous Alliance gate. How many of them are people, how many are birds, how many are beasts, and how many are worse than beasts?"

His voice was neither high nor low, but it was just right for all the martial artists present to hear clearly.

He didn't hide the sarcasm in his words, causing the expressions of all the martial artists to change.

How could they remain calm after hearing him compare them to animals?

Some were angry, some smiled bitterly, some cowered, and some were unhappy, but no matter what they were thinking, as long as they looked up and saw the old white-robed figure,

all their words dissipated like clouds.

A gentleman can be deceived with righteousness, but how should one deal with a demon?

They could only endure him for the time being.

How many demons throughout history have been able to live freely for a lifetime?

Some people thought fiercely in their hearts.

"What?"

Yun Dongliu was stunned, not knowing what An Qisheng wanted to say.

But he still answered:

"I don't know. What do you think, Daoist Priest?"

His mind was in chaos at this time, but besides himself, he also hated these many martial artists.

His Righteous Alliance had been kind to others for decades. They came and gave everything to entertain them, but they faced layers of malice, making it impossible for him to let go.

"In this old Taoist's view,"

An Qisheng held Sun En's small hand and walked slowly towards the front of the Righteous Alliance gate.

Wherever he passed, the atmosphere was silent.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, in the depths of an invisible perspective, in the darkness as desolate as the night sky, more than a thousand 'stars' shining with light were slowly taking shape.

As his spirit continued to grow, he was no longer overwhelmed by storing dozens of spiritual imprints as he had been in the past.

With his current spirit and will, he could bear the spiritual imprints of thousands of people.

This place gathered experts from all sects and factions, exceeding fifteen hundred in number, which was undoubtedly a 'feast' for him.

Naturally, he wouldn't let it go.

"Heroic King Yun has been upright all his life, adhering to his original intentions, and has always been consistent. He is not only a person, but also a great person."

An Qisheng looked at Yun Haitian and nodded slightly.

"Old Brother, you flatter me. I'm ashamed to accept it."

Yun Haitian coughed lightly, the redness on his face did not recede, but a bitter smile appeared.

He was one of the few people who knew a lot about An Qisheng. Yun Dongliu brought the two children to the Righteous Alliance, and naturally told him all the secrets.

Naturally, he also knew that An Qisheng was not what the rumors in the martial world said.

"Worthy."

In front of the main gate, An Qisheng's gaze was calm, and he turned to look at a person not far away:

"Nangong Qing? You have the reputation of a Mad Hero. Although you are biased, you can be considered a person."

"I have lived for more than seventy years, and this is the first time I have been evaluated as someone who can be considered a person."

Nangong Qing's face was unhappy.

He himself had some goodwill towards An Qisheng, but seeing him speak like this, he was naturally unhappy.

An Qisheng took a deep look at him, looking at the latter until his heart was hairy, before shifting his gaze to the disciples behind Yun Dongliu:

"Adhering to your original intentions, practicing the teachings of your master, you have the style of your teacher. You can be considered good people."

Yun Dongliu followed closely behind An Qisheng, bowing his head and daring not to look at his fellow disciples.

But hearing An Qisheng's words, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

He remembered that his evaluation in this Daoist Priest's eyes was also a 'good person.'

This title, which many Jianghu people would disdain, seemed to be a very high evaluation in this Daoist Priest's heart.

"You serve your parents, take care of your wife and children, and are friendly to your neighbors, but you slight others and calculate other people's wealth without seizing it by force. You can be considered a 'bird'."

An Qisheng glanced at a short man holding a knife.

The man's face changed. He cupped his hands and hummed a few times, but still responded dully:

"Thank you for your comment, Senior."

"Even tigers don't eat their cubs, but you eat everything!"

An Qisheng looked at a man with a gloomy face and said:

"You kill your neighbors and wreak havoc in the area. Except for your children and elderly mother, your wives and concubines are like clothes, and you treat people like blood food. You can be considered a 'beast'!"

The man gnashed his teeth and cupped his hands without saying a word.

In front of the Righteous Alliance gate, all was silent.

Only a low footstep and the occasional sound of comments broke the silence.

The sense of weirdness in the hearts of the martial artists became deeper and deeper. They had no idea what this demon wanted to do.

Those who were called people by him were unhappy, those who were called good people had strange expressions, those who were called birds were angry, and those who were called beasts were even more resentful.

But seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, the masters on the Earth Ranking didn't say a word, and naturally they didn't dare to act.

In their view, the red-clothed woman who could force the masters on the Earth Ranking not to fight, disrupt the Righteous Alliance, and even plot against the Heroic King Yun Haitian was already a top expert.

But such an expert was easily slapped to death, so how dare they take the initiative to act recklessly?

An Qisheng's movements were very fast, or rather, he didn't make many comments. Therefore, he quickly scanned everyone one by one.

His mind was extremely powerful now. Entering dreams didn't even require concentration. He could see through their general life with a glance, and make comments every time a spiritual imprint was formed.

From west to east, it was only a thousand zhang away. In a short time, he had a clear understanding of the lives of nearly two thousand people present.

*Whoosh*

At this point, An Qisheng stopped and responded lightly to Yun Dongliu's question:

"On this walk, there are one hundred and thirty-six people, three hundred and twenty-one birds, and two hundred and seventy-two beasts."

Without waiting for Yun Dongliu to reply, he turned to look at everyone else:

"As for the rest, they are worse than beasts!"