Chapter 1 The Ambush

In the dark night, Zhao Changlin stood with his hands clasped behind his back on the treetop, his sleeves fluttering in the night wind.

His hearing was excellent, and he could hear the faint screams coming from the distant mountains and forests.

He had been in the mountains for several days.

In the past few days, the Hua Yan Mountains had been full of dangers. So many people had died that even the most insensitive person felt that something was wrong.

For a time, many martial artists were on edge, seeing dangers everywhere.

Beneath the tree where he stood, more than a dozen corpses with狰狞 faces lay scattered in disorder, a bloody aura permeating the air.

A group of disciples from the Moon Worship Villa and the Supreme God Sect were carefully observing.

"Shishu! These corpses are the Thirteen Unrestrained Men of Nanling. They were all killed by a single shot from a spear. The killer is definitely a master! Even Zhao Da of Nanling, who had condensed the seed of true qi, couldn't block a single shot and was killed on the spot."

Dongmen Ruo raised his head with a solemn expression.

"You're mistaken."

On the treetop, Zhao Changlin's expression was grave: "It wasn't a series of single shots, but a single shot that killed all thirteen of them!"

"What?!"

Dongmen Ruo's expression changed.

One shot to kill the Thirteen Unrestrained Men of Nanling?

The other disciples were also shocked.

Whoosh~

The air currents whistled in the mountains and forests.

In the distance, sleeves fluttered, and Lan Da came in the night, landing on the treetop in front of everyone: "The Yonghe Sect was completely wiped out. All twenty-nine people died in the mountains and forests. The killer's martial arts are extremely high, and his spearmanship is superb..."

"However, observing his martial arts moves, there seems to be no trace of any sect or school. It's just the most basic spearmanship, quite similar to that used in the military."

"Could it really be An Qisheng?"

In the forest, Zhao Yanyan couldn't help but speak.

She had seen An Qisheng and Huiguo, as well as part of Ming Tang's fight, and knew very well that An Qisheng's spearmanship was the most simple and unadorned, without any fancy moves, all of them condensed to the extreme killing moves.

"He's actually a demon who slaughters martial artists?!"

Dongmen Ruo's face was extremely ugly.

"Now is not the time to discuss this."

Zhao Changlin said coldly:

"No matter who the killer is, we can't let him kill wantonly anymore! Dongmen, release my Supreme God Sect's signal and let the martial artists gather towards us!"

"Yes!"

Dongmen Ruo did not dare to neglect, and took out a signal arrow from his bosom.

Swish~

A long flame soared into the sky, and the fireworks bloomed into a brilliant trail in the sky.

"Everyone, stand ready and wait here."

Lan Da flicked his sleeves and stepped out, leaping a few times on the treetops and landing a hundred zhang away.

Zhao Changlin also moved his body and retreated a hundred zhang.

The two stood far apart, looking around, waiting for the arrival of many martial artists.

Or, the arrival of the murderer.

"An Qisheng..."

Listening to the faint screams echoing in the mountains and forests, Zhao Changlin's eyes turned cold.

They had originally entered the mountain to kill Xue Chaoyang first, but under such circumstances, they could only give up temporarily.

As a top sect in Da Feng, the Supreme God Sect naturally had its status.

Many martial artists who were panicking in the mountains and forests saw their signal and rushed over.

When dawn was about to break, hundreds of people had already gathered in the mountains and forests.

"Qingyang Sect, Mo Fengtao!"

"Chiri Valley, Qu Lu!"

"Biyun Dock, Shao Xuesong!"

"Qingping Sword Sect, Zhu Chengzhe!"

.......

"Seven Unrestrained Men of Qingyan Prefecture..."

"Thank you, Hero Zhao, Master Lan!"

Hundreds of people bowed and thanked them.

In the past few days, the Hua Yan Mountains had simply become a killing field. Seeing the corpses of many masters, no one was not frightened.

"You're all too kind."

Zhao Changlin waved his sleeves slightly, and invisible true qi swept across the audience.

Immediately, hundreds of people only felt a gentle force blocking their bowing posture. Although this force was not strong, no one resisted it, and they stood up following the force.

"Hero Zhao's internal strength is getting deeper and deeper."

Many martial artists praised him.

"Everyone."

Zhao Changlin didn't care about the crowd's praise, and cupped his hands and said, "For several days, a demon has been wantonly killing martial artists like us. May I ask everyone present, has anyone seen who the murderer is?"

His voice was calm, but it spread far under the agitation of true qi, and at the same time, it rang in the ears of hundreds of people.

Everyone's heart was shocked, and at the same time, they were more at ease.

Zhao Changlin had already achieved great success in his qi channels and was a famous master in the world. With him and Lan Da here, the pressure in everyone's heart was greatly reduced.

"Hero Zhao."

Among the crowd, someone spoke and walked out of the crowd at the same time.

Everyone fixed their eyes and saw that it was Mo Fengtao of the Qingyang Sect, a master who had already condensed the seed of true qi. Among the hundreds of people present, except for Zhao Changlin and Lan Da, he had the highest martial arts.

Even Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan were inferior to them.

"Could it be that Hero Mo has seen the murderer?"

Lan Da had already come to the front of the crowd at some point and asked.

"That's right."

Mo Fengtao nodded with a solemn expression and said:

"A few days ago, I was wandering in the mountains and forests with my three shidi when I suddenly heard screams and immediately chased after them..."

Mo Fengtao's expression changed several times as he recounted his experience that day.

"That person was burly, wearing a斗篷 (dou peng, cape) so that I couldn't see his face clearly. A twelve-foot cold iron spear covered ten zhang with every swing. With one sweep of the spear, the Seven Brothers of Dongshan were killed on the spot! When my shidi and I saw this scene, we knew we were no match for him, and when we saw that person turn around, we quickly fled..."

Mo Fengtao's face was somewhat ashamed, but everyone didn't take it to heart and comforted him.

"In the chaos, my shidi and I fled separately, and from afar, I heard my shidi's screams..."

Mo Fengtao's expression was grief-stricken:

"That person's martial arts are far superior to mine. I'm afraid that, even if he's not a先天 (xian tian, innate) grandmaster who has achieved great success in his qi channels, he's infinitely close to it..."

After condensing the seed of true qi, one needs to condense qi channels in the body, such as the hand meridians, foot meridians, and the meridians of the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, until the qi channels are all over the body, which is called great success in the qi channels.

Martial artists call it Xiantian.

Once the qi channels are formed, a person is in harmony with the heavens and the earth. True qi is endless at this point, and every move has the power to overturn mountains and seas, and even allows for brief flight.

"An Qisheng!"

Zhao Yanyan clenched the double knives in her hand and said coldly, "That An Qisheng is good at using spears!"

"So it's really him?"

Lan Da's long eyebrows stood on end, his face was like ice, and the killing intent in his heart was boiling.

Zhao Yanyan, Dongmen Ruo, and he were just strangers, but even when they were tortured, they didn't reveal his name. Unexpectedly, that person was such a heartless person!

Killing so many martial artists is simply worse than a beast!

"I didn't expect..."

Dongmen Ruo's face was uncertain, and the long sword behind him hummed and vibrated, his mind extremely unsettled.

"No matter how arrogant that An demon is, he can never be a match for Hero Zhao and Master Lan."

Mo Fengtao suddenly knelt on the ground and cupped his hands and said:

"Please, two heroes, avenge the many innocent martial artists who died tragically!"

"Please, two heroes, avenge the many innocent martial artists who died tragically!"

The other martial artists also echoed one after another, and the crowd was excited.

"Don't worry, everyone!"

Zhao Changlin reached out to help Mo Fengtao up and said loudly: "My Supreme God Sect and Moon Worship Villa will definitely uphold justice for everyone, and use that demon's blood to pay homage to the innocent martial artists!"

"It's getting light..."

At this time, Lan Da slowly opened his mouth, suppressing the noisy sounds of the crowd:

"After a night, the martial artists who haven't arrived may be too far away, or they may have been killed by that demon! Therefore, we can't wait any longer!"

Lan Da looked around, looked at the group of embarrassed martial artists, and said:

"We will go find that demon now and leave marks along the way. If other comrades see it, they will come to find us..."

Boom!

Before Lan Da's words could finish, the air suddenly exploded.

Zhao Changlin took a step forward, and as the air waves rolled and spread, he had already crossed dozens of zhang. With a wave of his sleeves, he caught a corpse that was flying through the air.

"Looking for death!"

Lan Da snorted coldly and chased after him almost at the same time.

"No need to chase!"

Just as Lan Da was about to chase, Zhao Changlin suddenly stopped him.

"This is his challenge!"

Zhao Changlin slowly put down the corpse.

This corpse was thin and had a bloody hole between his ugly eyebrows, from which blood was flowing.

"That's Hero Shentu!"

Mo Fengtao and the others who chased over suddenly changed their expressions and recognized the corpse.

Shentu Gang.

A very famous figure in Fengzhou who had been condensing true qi for more than twenty years. It was said that he had condensed the hands, feet, internal organs, and meridians of the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and was only one step away from the Xiantian realm of great success in the qi channels.

At this time, he was also killed!

"Challenge?"

Lan Da flashed over and saw a line of words full of boundless killing intent written on the corpse's naked chest:

"On Tianyu Peak, I will quietly wait for you to come and die!"

........

Rumble!

Amidst the rolling thunder, the clear sky was instantly occupied by dark clouds, and heavy rain poured down, sweeping across the sky and the earth.

On the official road with extremely low visibility, a carriage could be vaguely seen slowly passing over the mud and heading towards the Hua Yan Mountains, which were already visible in the distance.

Inside the carriage, Huangfu Jingjing lay quietly, his heart ashen.

Not far from him, An Qisheng sat cross-legged, circulating his inner strength and tempering his body, while already entering a dream.

After a long time, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes:

"Qi channels..."

During this period of time, he had fought with many masters he had seen in his dreams every day in order to hone his moves and memories.

However, at this point, the gains had been limited.

There is a limit to dreaming.

When dreaming of his past self, his past cultivation level will not rise, and he cannot come into contact with people he has not seen in reality.

Even if he dreams of himself at Wudang Mountain at this time, he will never be able to fight against Mu Longcheng and Juechen Taoist with a暗劲 (anjin, hidden force) level physique.

The realm is the realm, and the physique is the physique, which cannot be confused.

Therefore, the only people he can fight are Ming Tang, Bian You, Bai Xian'er, Yun Dongliu, and a few others.

His understanding of qi channels is limited to Tong Zhengyang, and he cannot really fight him.

"Taoist priest?"

Huangfu turned over and sat up, a trace of worry on his face:

"If you really want to go to the Hua Yan Mountains, can you allow me to wait outside the mountains? I guarantee that I will never leave without permission."

Huangfu was full of worry.

He naturally knew how dangerous the Hua Yan Mountains were at this time, a killing field where hundreds or thousands of martial arts masters and experts from the Six Doors were fighting. How could he, who was seriously injured, survive if he went in?

Moreover, if Xue Chaoyang saw him, what would he think? Would he think that he had leaked the secret?

"It seems that Lord Huangfu knows something?"

An Qisheng cut off his distracting thoughts and glanced at Huangfu lightly:

"Could it be that there is some danger in the Hua Yan Mountains at this time?"

"...No, no."

Huangfu's expression was somewhat stiff, and he waved his hands:

"It's just that Huangfu is seriously injured and really can't be tired."

Although he didn't agree with Xue Chaoyang's plan, he had no reason to say these things. Otherwise, once it was leaked, even with his shizun, he wouldn't be able to gain a foothold in the court.

An Qisheng smiled:

"Since Lord Huangfu doesn't want to enter the mountain, then forget it."

He had already known the plan of the Six Doors clearly through dreaming of Huangfu.

"Really?"

Huangfu was stunned. He didn't expect this old Taoist to suddenly become so talkative.

"Of course, it's true."

An Qisheng smiled lightly.

Suddenly, he reached out and knocked Huangfu unconscious, then pushed out a palm and knocked Gui Xiaoer, who was driving the carriage, unconscious.

After leading the carriage to a hidden place and arranging it properly.

He took a step and headed towards the Hua Yan Mountains in the pouring rain.