Chapter 1 神

Whether the ‘god’ mentioned in the *Yellow Court Scripture* is the same as the ‘god’ seen in the Vision is something An Qisheng cannot verify at this time.

However, he knows that practicing his fist techniques according to the consciousness of his organs and the pleasure of his body will produce twice the result with half the effort.

"Drinking when thirsty, sleeping when tired, eating when hungry... walking, sitting, lying down, even shitting and pissing, all are Dao, all are cultivation."

A sliver of realization arose in An Qisheng's heart.

Dao follows nature, and the martial artist embodies this. That's what it means.

He gradually understood the once mysterious terminology. It wasn't that those masters were deliberately mystifying things, but that writing it down before reaching that stage would be useless.

But upon reaching it, one would naturally understand.

After meditating for a long time, An Qisheng got up and descended the mountain.

He didn't have the thought of entering a dream here to recall the *Yellow Court Scripture* from his past life, because the place wasn't right.

With a peak martial artist of the Vision stage by his side, even if they were well-intentioned, he still felt awkward.

How could one sleep soundly with a dragon and tiger nearby?

The journey back was much faster than the journey up.

An Qisheng's strength flowed throughout his body, and his pace through the mountains was faster than an ordinary person running on flat ground.

In a short while, he arrived at the foot of Mount Wudang.

The foot of Mount Wudang was bustling with noise and excitement. Tourists, either in groups of two or three, or in larger tours, were everywhere.

His senses were very sharp. As soon as he entered the crowd, all kinds of conversations entered his ears.

An Qisheng was immediately pulled out of his solitary journey in the wilderness of the past few days.

"Hoo!"

An Qisheng took a deep breath, and the sense of separation between the wilderness and the bustling city slowly disappeared.

He walked through the crowd, found a guesthouse to stay in, and charged his phone, which had been turned off for many days.

Then, he put down his luggage, took out a Bigu Pill (grain-avoidance pill) from it, and swallowed it with saliva.

"There are only twenty-three Bigu Pills left, at most two months, and I'll be out of food again..."

Looking at the Bigu Pills in the brocade cloth of the wooden box, An Qisheng felt another headache.

Because of that 'terminal illness' of which the origin is still unknown, his consumption far exceeded that of an ordinary Huajin (Transforming Strength) grandmaster. Twenty-three Bigu Pills, if used by an ordinary Huajin grandmaster,

would be enough to meet the nutritional needs for seven or eight months, as long as they weren't fighting every day.

If it was just quiet cultivation, a year would be enough.

But for him, even if it was just quiet cultivation, it would only last for two months at most.

Without the Bigu Pills, he could only consume a large amount of medicinal cuisine to barely provide the nutrition needed for his body's progress.

"The task on the Law Enforcement Martial Artist Forum..."

An Qisheng sat on the bed, looking at the gradually lighting up screen of his phone, pondering.

Personally, he didn't want to fight to the death for points. Unfortunately, Bigu Pills and other good things couldn't be bought with money.

Moreover, the tasks on the Law Enforcement Martial Artist Forum were not so easy to complete.

The task targets who could walk in the open, except for Mu Longcheng, were all Danjin (Embracing Strength) or Gangjin (Vigorous Strength) grandmasters. And those not in the open? The world was so big, who could find them?

If they were easy to complete, how could it be his turn?

Apart from that, if he wanted to obtain these things, one way was to join the army, and the other was to join a special department of Da Xuan.

But both of these options were not very suitable for him.

"Huh? So many missed calls?"

As soon as he turned on his phone, there was a large string of text message notifications from the telecommunications company.

He glanced at them. Among them, there were 17 missed calls from his mother, 6 from his father, An Jianzhong, 11 from Wang Anfeng, and 3 from Li Yan. In addition, there were also one or two calls from his childhood friends and other friends.

"Wang Anfeng, Li Yan? What do they want from me?"

An Qisheng frowned and dialed a number.

Beep~

After ringing twice, the call was quickly connected, and An's mother's angry voice came over:

"Qiqi, where have you been these days? Why haven't you been answering your phone? How many times have I called you? Are you trying to worry me to death?"

An's mother threw a barrage of questions at An Qisheng.

"Mom, Mom, calm down, calm down."

Even though An Qisheng had entered the Huajin realm, he couldn't handle it and hurriedly comforted his mother:

"I had something to do these past few days, and I didn't have time to charge my phone because it was turned off. Don't be angry, it's not worth it to ruin your health..."

After a lot of comforting, he managed to calm his mother down and hung up the phone after learning that everything was fine at home.

Wiping the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, he then dialed Li Yan's phone.

Beep~

After ringing for a dozen seconds, the call was connected, and Li Yan's slightly hoarse voice came out:

"An, Junior Brother, it's not easy to get through to your phone."

"I've been in the countryside these past few days, and my phone hasn't been turned on. Is there anything you need, Brother Li?"

An Qisheng frowned almost imperceptibly.

His hearing was sharp, and he could faintly hear gunshots and screams from the other end of the phone.

"I'm currently on the border between Yunnan and Myanmar. The situation is a bit chaotic. I'll call you back in a while. Don't turn off your phone."

Li Yan said and hung up the phone.

"Yunnan-Myanmar border... Miao Xiu?!"

An Qisheng's heart was shocked.

Could it be that Miao Xiu had attacked Wang Anfeng in the past two months?

Where did he get the guts to do so? He had a large family and a large business; he wasn't a lone ranger. How could he dare to do such things?

Was it worth abandoning a fugitive disciple for that?

Beep beep beep~

Several thoughts flashed through An Qisheng's mind, and the phone rang again, but it wasn't Li Yan, but Wang Anfeng.

Connect.

"My elder sister was chased and killed by Miao Xiu in Southeast Asia and was seriously injured. She almost died!"

Wang Anfeng's urgent voice came from the receiver, mixed with gunshots and screams:

"That bastard Miao Xiu, if he wants revenge, he shouldn't come after me. He attacked my elder sister!"

Even through the receiver, An Qisheng could hear Wang Anfeng's gnashing of teeth.

"Wang Zhixuan is injured?!"

An Qisheng was a little shocked.

Was there something wrong with Miao Xiu's brain? He and Wang Anfeng had killed the guy, and Wang Anfeng's name was the one being used for revenge. Why did he think of chasing and killing Wang Zhixuan?

Besides, he was just a fugitive disciple. Was it worth chasing and killing Wang Zhixuan for such a disciple?

"Where is Miao Xiu?"

After being shocked, An Qisheng hurriedly asked.

"After Miao Xiu injured my elder sister, he fled overseas, and his whereabouts are unknown. Gu Changsheng has taken people to chase after him."

Wang Anfeng kept it short and sweet, his words full of suppressed anger:

"In the past two months, Li Yan and I took people to the Golden Triangle and found evidence of Miao Xiu colluding with drug lords. Now I'm cooperating with the law enforcement team to arrest Miao Xiu's disciples and grandchildren!"

"Can you catch them?"

An Qisheng sighed.

Since Miao Xiu dared to take action, he must have already transferred his important disciples and property away.

"We only caught a few small fries. All of Miao Xiu's disciples have run away!"

Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth:

"The law enforcement team can't go abroad to arrest him, but I want revenge. Are you going with me?!"

"...I'll go."

An Qisheng thought for a while and couldn't bring himself to refuse:

"However, I promised my mom that I would go home for dinner. Let me know when you're going."