Chapter 18 You Too?

After the initial shock, Tong Zhengyang found it somewhat amusing.

An Qisheng was a common name in this world, but in his world, it was a name that resonated like the midday sun.

The founding patriarch of the Wangquan Dao, who had controlled the rise and fall of dynasties for three thousand years, a man who had killed so many that no one dared to claim the title of Emperor, a generation's celestial being whose might shook the world for sixty years and whose name would be passed down for three thousand.

The first Wangquan Daoist.

His name was An Qisheng.

He was the most gifted individual of the last ten thousand years, the creator of the peerless divine weapon, the Zimu Wangquan Sword (Mother-Son Royal Power Sword).

*You* are worthy of such a name?

Tong Zhengyang found it hilarious, much like a Da Xuan person hearing someone with the same name as the Great Ancestor.

In his world, no one had dared to use that name for three thousand years.

"My name..."

Hearing the obvious ripple in the mysterious man's voice, An Qisheng also felt a strange sensation in his heart.

He couldn't understand why his name would surprise the person behind him.

"You too?"

Tong Zhengyang chuckled and shook his head.

"Let's go."

To any member of the Wangquan Dao, this youth's name would be a blasphemy against their patriarch.

But his hatred for the Wangquan Dao ran deep, and hearing this name, the killing intent in his heart dissipated somewhat.

An Qisheng, having been inexplicably insulted, naturally itched to tear him apart, but he didn't show it on his face.

He knew that the person behind him could kill him at any moment, but he was helpless, at least for now.

But perhaps there was a way.

"The collection of this person's imprint is very slow, very slow. At this rate, it will take at least three days..."

As he walked, An Qisheng's mind never rested.

At the edge of his vision, strands of light intertwined, slowly and surely outlining something.

It was the spiritual imprint of the person behind him.

Dream Entry!

An Qisheng had never been so eager to enter someone's dream.

And not to learn some cultivation method, but to find the weaknesses of the person behind him.

And then kill him!

........

Time passed, and in an instant, the sun set, and night fell. Moonlight, like water, spilled onto the beach, and the sea was deep and calm in the night.

"That's Junior Brother's car!"

In the SUV speeding along the straight road, Shi Xinlong's eyes suddenly narrowed as he spotted a vehicle on the edge of the road in the distance.

"What exactly happened that made Junior Brother send such a message?"

Shi Xinlong was extremely worried.

During the day, he had received a text message from Shi Xinwu, a short message telling them not to follow.

After that, he had called, but no one had answered.

Li Yan rubbed his temples, his expression solemn.

He had a bad feeling.

"Everyone be on guard. Disembark in batches."

Li Yan gave the order, and the car slowly came to a stop.

Whoosh~

Shi Xinlong pulled open the car door and strode to the vehicle abandoned by An Qisheng and the others.

"No one..."

Shi Xinlong looked around. Under the cover of the night, there was only one other car in the distance, and no one in sight.

"No one?"

Li Yan got out of the car, his phone still dialing.

He hadn't stopped calling the whole way.

"Junior Brother and Mr. An must have tracked them here and discovered Miao Xiong and the others' trail. The reason for abandoning the car must be that the place they fled to was not accessible by vehicle..."

Shi Xinlong was anxious, but not panicked:

"Mr. Li, search along the beach. Not much time has passed, so there must be traces left behind."

"Be careful. One person stays here to wait for An Feng, the rest of you come with me!"

Li Yan nodded, turned and gave the order, then looked at Shi Xinlong:

"Master, remember not to panic. No matter what you see, do not act rashly, and certainly do not attack. Retreat immediately if anything goes wrong!"

Li Yan knew that something must have gone wrong for the three of them not to answer the phone.

But if all three of them were in trouble, it would be pointless for them to recklessly attack, only offering themselves as food.

"Rest assured."

Shi Xinlong replied indifferently, turned, and stepped into the night, heading towards the beach.

"Please be alright..."

Li Yan sighed softly and led a few people towards the beach.

By now, Shi Xinlong's figure was no longer visible.

The footprints on the beach had not yet dispersed, and Li Yan and the others followed them, pushing forward.

More than fifty minutes passed.

From a distance, Li Yan heard a sorrowful roar.

"That's Shi Xinlong's voice!"

Li Yan's heart sank, and he immediately ran wildly.

They were much slower than Shi Xinlong, and it took them more than ten minutes to see Shi Xinlong, who looked like a raging elephant, roaring under the night sky.

"Junior Brother! Junior Brother! Junior Brother!!"

A cry filled with endless pain echoed in the air above the sea.

Li Yan quickly approached and saw the great monk Shi Xinlong kneeling on the beach, his face blood red, tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling.

"That, that is..."

Li Yan's eyes shifted and he saw two headless corpses with gruesome deaths under a coconut tree.

He was shocked.

He had seen many dead people and could tell at a glance that the two monks had not had their heads cut off, but had had their heads hammered into their stomachs!

What a brutal method!

"Junior Brother!"

Shi Xinlong shuddered and cried uncontrollably.

They had grown up in the Shaolin Temple since childhood, practicing martial arts, chanting scriptures, working as instructors, and opening martial arts schools together. They were said to be brothers, but they were closer than blood relatives.

Seeing his two junior brothers die so miserably, his heart was torn apart, and he almost wished he was the one who had died.

Li Yan surveyed the surroundings.

A ship was stranded on the beach, and not far away, there was another headless corpse. Closer to them, there were four corpses lying in disarray. That was the only place that showed signs of a fierce fight.

Li Yan stepped forward and put his hand on Shi Xinlong's shoulder:

"Master, please restrain your grief. Now is not the time to be sad, we must find the murderer who killed the two masters!"

At this time, the elite gunmen who had followed Li Yan had also finished examining the scene and came over.

"Miao Xiong and the others are all dead. There is also a corpse limb that seems to have been washed away by the sea. Other than that, there is no sign of Mr. An."

The young man in camouflage reported in a low voice.

"No corpse of An Qisheng..."

Li Yan's heart stirred. Shi Xinlong had already raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, with blood on the corners of his mouth:

"That person was able to slaughter my two junior brothers, he must be an expert above the Dan Gang realm (Inner Force Realm). Mr. An may not have survived..."

"Master, are you alright?"

Li Yan asked with a hint of concern.

"I'm fine. My spleen ruptured from overwhelming grief."

Shi Xinlong's voice was hoarse.

In his grief, Shi Xinlong also understood that the situation was hopeless.

The fact that Shi Xinlu and the other could become the public face of Shaolin's current generation of traveling monks was naturally because their kung fu was extremely high.

They even had hopes of achieving the Baodan realm (Embracing Oneness Realm).

Adding to that An Qisheng, who was suspected to have reached the Huajin realm (Transforming Force Realm), the fact that the three of them couldn't even escape showed that the enemy was beyond what he could handle.

He slowly stood up and picked up the bodies of Shi Xinlu and the other:

"I need to contact Shaolin and send my junior brothers home. I'll leave the search for the killer to you, Mr. Li..."

After speaking, he ignored Li Yan, hugged the two corpses, and walked into the night, gradually disappearing into the distance.