Chapter 1 The Golden Eagle Flies Away

The golden eagle gradually receded into the distance, soon disappearing from sight.

"Hoo!"

Only then did An Qisheng slowly exhale a breath of stale air.

The violently surging blood within his body gradually calmed down.

Forcibly taking so many punches from Dharma King Hongri had caused him some damage, even with his physique.

In the end, the parallel and intertwined practice of various Horizontal Training techniques, although under his powerful mental control, would not lead to backlash or collision, it was difficult to achieve a perfect fusion.

To solve this problem, he had to unify the many Horizontal Training martial arts, summarizing and deducing from them to create his own unique Horizontal Training system.

Martial arts, the most suitable is always the best, not necessarily the most famous.

An Qisheng had always known this.

"Daozhang!" (Taoist Priest)

From mid-air, a hundred zhang away, Wang Jianglong cupped his hands and laughed: "Crossing the Divine Meridians and slaying Hongri, Daozhang's actions have truly broadened Wang's horizons!"

"So it's Gang Leader Wang."

An Qisheng returned the greeting:

"I dare not accept Gang Leader's praise."

Wang Jianglong, Gang Leader of the Beggar Clan, a powerful figure who unified millions of beggars in Dafeng.

The Beggar Clan had a poor reputation in the martial world of Dafeng, but in fact, it was impossible for a large gang with millions of people living at the bottom to be without any darkness.

But that was only the Beggar Clan's bad reputation, Wang Jianglong's reputation was without a single stain.

Even Yun Haitian dismissed the Beggar Clan with disdain, but he had nothing to criticize about this person.

An Qisheng knew even more, in the original 'Calamity of Hongri' he had seen, Wang Jianglong was the one who took action against Dharma King Hongri even before the imperial court's many experts, after Dharma King Hongri destroyed the Righteous Gate.

Both of them were willing to get to know each other, so they naturally had a pleasant conversation.

Rumble~

At this moment, a muffled thunder sounded from the horizon, and thick dark clouds rolled in, quickly blocking the sun.

A dampness filled the air amidst the raging wind.

"It's raining..."

Wang Jianglong reached out and touched the humid breeze, and couldn't help but smile:

"This rain has come just in time!"

The two landed on the peak of a desolate mountain one after the other.

Before long, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky above the mountains, and a torrential rain poured down, enveloping the mountain forest fire that had been burning for seven or eight days.

Amidst the heavy rain and water vapor swirling around the mountain peak, An Qisheng looked out at the sky and couldn't help but sigh.

The fire between the continuous mountains, even Divine Meridians could not extinguish.

But under the might of this heaven and earth, it was quickly suppressed.

As his Qi Meridians greatly improved, and his True Qi could connect with the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, he felt even more how small he was.

No wonder the many experts in Jiu Fu Realm did not care about tempering their physique. Compared with heaven and earth, even the most powerful physique was insignificantly small.

"After this, no one will dare to target Daozhang again."

Wang Jianglong stood in the heavy rain.

He did not dispel the rain, and even voluntarily concealed his True Qi, allowing the heavy rain to wash over him:

"That old Yun originally asked me to clear Daozhang's name, but I knew that old Yun had always been poor at judging people, so I ignored him. Only after seeing Daozhang today did I know that old Yun was not completely blind!"

An Qisheng only smiled and did not take it to heart.

He never felt that a good or bad reputation had any influence on him. He was just himself. He couldn't control how others saw him, and he was too lazy to control it even if he could.

In the end, was it only because he was a notorious Great Demonic Figure that drove the martial artists to come one after another?

If he were a high monk who swept the floor for fear of hurting the lives of ants, would no one accept the imperial court's reward of ennoblement?

I'm afraid even more people would come.

"This rain is heavy, but I'm afraid it won't last long..."

Looking at the mountains where the heavy rain was pouring down, Wang Jianglong frowned slightly, and then cupped his hands and said:

"Wang will go and put out the fire. If we have the chance to meet again next time, we should drink three hundred cups with Daozhang!"

"I would wish for it!"

An Qisheng returned the greeting.

Wang Jianglong turned around and soared into the sky, wrapped in the wind and rain, like a Dragon King spreading rain, and went straight to the raging fire that was still burning even in the heavy rain.

An Qisheng stood in the rain for a long time, then floated away.

........

The news that Dharma King Hongri had fought with someone in the mountains of Liangzhou and caused a fire was known to the world along with the beast tide in various places.

While countless people were still guessing whether this matter would attract the dispatch of various great experts,

The fact that Blood Demon An Qisheng used his Qi Meridian body to cross the Divine Meridians and slay Dharma King Hongri in the mountains once again caused a great uproar in the martial world!

Dharma King Hongri had been famous for decades, and was a well-known Great Demonic Figure in the seventy-three prefectures of Dafeng, and even in the martial world of other countries.

He was killed, and killed by a Qi Meridian expert?

Countless people were shocked and unbelievable. If it weren't for the fact that Gang Leader Wang Jianglong of the Beggar Clan personally said this, they would have thought it was nonsense.

But until the imperial court's reward was withdrawn, everyone knew that this was actually true.

Immediately, there was an uproar.

In today's world, where Great Accomplishment in Blood Exchange could already make one famous in the capital, Great Accomplishment in Qi Meridians could already shake a prefecture, and be known throughout the world.

Divine Meridian experts were almost at a height that most people could not understand at all.

However, everyone knew that Divine Meridian experts had the legend of being able to form an army by themselves, and their strength could rival a country.

For a time, An Qisheng's already popular reputation became even more famous, chasing after the top ten grandmasters on the Weaponry Index.

Many martial artists who had gathered in Zhongzhou scattered like birds and beasts.

Divine Meridians was synonymous with invincibility in today's world, and that Blood Demon even An Qisheng could kill even Divine Meridians, how could they be his opponent?

If that was all, perhaps there would really be people who would be blinded by profit and come to his door, but as the imperial court's reward was withdrawn, naturally most people had no intention of becoming his enemy.

Some 'heroes' who came under the guise of avenging their friends were even more disgraced.

Of course, An Qisheng, who was rushing around in Liangzhou, driving the beast tide back to the mountains, did not know about these things.

Roar~

The Cold Flood Dragon roared, shaking the land for a hundred miles.

The beasts all over the mountains and plains trembled at the sound, and fled wailing.

The instinct between beasts allowed them to ignore humans, but they could not ignore the Cold Flood Dragon flying above the sky, letting out fierce roars.

Above the dragon's head, An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

It must be said that the Cold Flood Dragon's vitality was inhumanly strong. After being repeatedly hit hard by Cao Tiangang and Dharma King Hongri, almost shaking its brains out, and being smashed to the ground several times from the sky, it still did not die.

Just like the Golden Eagle King that was dissected by Cao Tiangang, it could even fly all the way back to Zhongzhou after being cut open.

Discovering that the Cold Flood Dragon was not dead, out of the psychology of making use of waste, he subdued the Cold Flood Dragon with the Motian Zhuanlun Method when it was seriously injured.

Although this Cold Flood Dragon was inherently ferocious, it was not low in spirituality. If it had not been repeatedly blown its head, even he would have found it difficult to subdue.

In fact, this was also the case. With Dharma King Hongri's martial arts, it still took him a full twenty years to barely subdue it. If the Motian Zhuanlun Method was so magical, King Zhuanlun would have been invincible long ago.

Roar~

Seeing the beasts fleeing, the Cold Flood Dragon let out another roar, and with a swoop, its aura erupted, scaring countless beasts into trembling, falling to the ground, and wetting themselves in fear.

Only then did it fly back into the air triumphantly.

But at this moment, it suddenly noticed something unusual.

It saw that under its fierce might, there were still beasts that had not knelt down to show submission.

It was about to get angry when it suddenly heard a cold snort from above its head.

It shivered suddenly, and all its arrogance disappeared.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and looked over.

Standing still in the beast herd was a small black and white donkey.

This little donkey was ordinary, not a rare animal or beast. It could remain unmoved under the power of the Cold Flood Dragon because it had a person sitting on its back at this time.

A monk.

A handsome little monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe, with red lips and white teeth.

At this time, the little monk was pinching a relic exuding a faint red light, and muttering to himself:

"Why is it only so bright?"

Whoosh~

The air currents whistled, the Cold Flood Dragon lowered its huge dragon head, and An Qisheng walked down, stepping on the air as if stepping on the ground.

"Little monk, we meet again."

An Qisheng smiled slightly. This little monk was naturally Huiguo.

Huiguo, the little monk from the Dragon Elephant Temple who killed a mountain full of bandits for a donkey in Snake King Mountain a few months ago, and had also fought with him.

Unlike then, he could now see the little monk's realm at a glance.

He had condensed the meridians of his hands, feet, torso, etc., and could form a small Zhoutian (Circulation), but he had not condensed it, obviously wanting to achieve a Great Zhoutian Qi Meridian.

"Benefactor An."

Huiguo came back to his senses. Although An Qisheng's white hair had turned to green silk at this time, and he seemed to be not much older than him, he still recognized him at a glance.

He jumped off the donkey. At the same time as he jumped off, the little donkey fell limply to the ground, its limbs twitching, and its eyes rolling back, it was scared unconscious.

He pinched the reddish relic and walked around An Qisheng a few times, looking at the faint red light on it, and looked at An Qisheng puzzled:

"Benefactor An has made rapid progress in the past year. Is it not because of the Spirit-Seizing Demonic Art?"

Huiguo was very surprised.

He had heard a lot about An Qisheng's name in the past year. In fact, he had been looking for An Qisheng for several months.

He originally thought that An Qisheng had truly cultivated the Spirit-Seizing Demonic Art, so he could advance so quickly.

But he didn't expect that the red light on this relic was still so faint.

"Little monk, you are too reckless."

An Qisheng glanced at the little monk who seemed a bit stubborn, and said lightly:

"With your martial arts, I can poke you to death with one finger. Even if I have cultivated the Spirit-Seizing Demonic Art, what can you do?"

"Then it seems that Benefactor An has not cultivated this Demonic Art."

Huiguo breathed a slight sigh of relief, put his hands together and said:

"Even if Benefactor An has truly cultivated this Demonic Art, he will not kill this little monk."

"Telepathy?"

An Qisheng raised an eyebrow, his mind moved, and he asked again:

"What about now, how is it?"

Seven hundred years ago, the Dragon Elephant Temple was also a large sect comparable to the Royal Awakening Temple and the Ultimate God Sect. The many martial arts it passed down were naturally extremely magical.

He had seen this martial art when he entered Huiguo's dream, and even learned it.

Its name was Telepathy, a martial art that could sense the goodwill and malice of others after the Heart Sutra was condensed.

"Benefactor An?"

Huiguo's eyes widened, quite surprised.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have almost thought that there was no one in front of him.

His Telepathy that he had cultivated for a long time could not sense a trace of his emotions.

"Benefactor has a deep state of mind."

After being surprised, Huiguo expressed admiration.

"In the end, one cannot have no thoughts."

An Qisheng shook his head.

The body of mind without good and evil, the movement of good and evil intentions. He had not been able to calm his intentions, so Huiguo could detect good and evil. If he had no thoughts, let alone Huiguo's Telepathy, even the legendary Telepathy of immortals and Buddhas could not sense a trace.

"Little monk, your relic senses well, the Spirit-Seizing Demonic Art is on me."

After sighing, An Qisheng replied softly.

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows and looked over.

The words were not spoken to Huiguo, but to another monk who was walking slowly from the far distance.

That was a middle-aged monk also wearing a moon-white monk's robe.

His figure was tall and slender, his face was like jade, his eyes were like morning stars, his eyebrows were slender, his handsomeness was no less than Huiguo's, and even surpassed it.

There was a long-circulated saying in the martial world.

It said that there were few handsome heroes in the world, but none of the Dragon Elephant Temple successors were ugly.

For seven hundred years, it had always been so, and it was always so.

"Amitabha."

The middle-aged monk put his hands together and bowed slightly:

"This little monk is Fuxin, greetings to Benefactor An."