Chapter 1 Yang Jian...

Zeng San savored the name, a flicker of apprehension in his heart, a premonition that this young man was no ordinary person.

If his primordial spirit hadn't been injured, he would have used the Heavenly Man Qi Observation technique to glimpse his fortune.

But even without that technique, he could see the young man's extraordinary nature, especially his physique, which made him take notice.

This was definitely not a natural physique, but the result of cultivating a supernatural power to an extremely high level.

But with his knowledge, he couldn't discern the origin of this supernatural power, only knowing that its grade was quite high, perhaps comparable to the secret supernatural powers of Confucianism.

Startled, seeing the young man curiously sizing him up, Zeng San responded with a smile, "This old man is Zeng San, invited here by someone."

"Is the old gentleman also here to see my teacher?"

Yang Jian sized up the old man, sensing an imposing aura despite his simple clothes, and became cautious.

"Also?"

Zeng San frowned almost imperceptibly, and asked, "Isn't your teacher Zhang Fengfu? Besides this old man, who else has come?"

"My teacher is Hong Xuan, the Master of the Hun Yi Sect."

Yang Jian's expression straightened, somewhat surprised, "The old gentleman says he's here to see my teacher, but doesn't know who my teacher is?"

"Daoist Hong Xuan?! Your teacher is him? When did you become his disciple?"

Hearing this name, a solemn expression appeared on Zeng San's face. He certainly wouldn't be unfamiliar with this name.

Twenty years ago, when he first saw him, this Daoist who seemed to have inherited the Five-Colored Divine Light had already become famous in the cultivation world of Da Zhou.

It was not difficult to guess that the one who repelled the Dharma Body of the Crown Prince of Da Zhou was very likely this person.

In fact, on his way here, at least dozens of groups of people had inquired about Hong Xuan Daoist.

He had only heard that this Hong Xuan Daoist was elusive, and even the Jing Ye Si, an organization in charge of Da Zhou's intelligence, had failed to find his whereabouts.

Who would have thought that he would have arrived at Lingquan Dao before him, and seemed to have lived here for many years?

"The old gentleman does recognize my teacher."

Yang Jian relaxed, his expression serious, "Sixteen years ago, my teacher passed by 'Dragon Tooth City' and accepted me as a disciple."

"Sixteen years ago..."

Zeng San nodded, sighing in his heart.

It had been twenty-one years since he last saw Hong Xuan Daoist. Afterwards, he heard that he traveled around, never imagining he'd taken such a disciple.

But had this young man achieved such accomplishments after only sixteen years of cultivation?

"Old gentleman, please come with me."

Yang Jian put down his broom, stepped forward to open the door, bowed slightly, and invited Zeng San inside.

Zeng San gathered his thoughts and stepped through the door.

Buzz~

With just one step, Zeng San's body shook. He felt as if he had passed through an invisible barrier, and in an instant, it seemed like he had entered a different world.

The yard was not large, at most only three courtyards, not large even among mortals, let alone cultivators.

But Zeng San raised his eyes and looked, unable to see the end at a glance.

The wind was light, the clouds were pale, and a great sun hung high.

Among the mountains and valleys, spirit fields stretched endlessly, slowly tilting, like turbulent waves. The unique fragrance of spirit rice wafted towards him, filling the world.

"Cave heaven, blessed land!"

Zeng San looked back, and behind him was also boundless. A spirit river flowed down from the high sky like a waterfall, then split into thousands of streams, irrigating this large spirit field.

Looking up again, the great sun shone brightly. In the invisible void, there were faint stars twinkling, and there seemed to be mountains and rivers within them.

"This..."

Zeng San's heart shook.

There were not a few supernatural powers in the world that could create cave heavens.

The weak ones could only open up three miles of land. The strong ones, like the Qian Kun in the sleeve of that Earth Immortal Ancestor, were outstanding examples. He could create three thousand worlds in his sleeve, and with a thought, he could subdue immortals.

Confucianism also had no lack of such supernatural powers.

But this cave heaven was too big, too real...

"This is the cave heaven opened up by my teacher, named Mi Luo... These spirit fields are the superior spirit rice 'Dragon Tooth Rice' that my teacher improved upon based on 'Lotus Crystal Rice', 'Yellow Millet Soft Fragrance Rice', 'Spirit Essence Rice' and other spirit rice. Its effects are even better than other spirit rice."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, feeling refreshed and indescribably comfortable. The spiritual energy in this cave heaven might not be as rich as the outside world, but he preferred to stay here.

"Mi Luo Cave Heaven... Dragon Tooth Rice."

Zeng San's expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

Among the Da Zhou and even the Three Great Imperial Courts, there were few forbidden items. Ordinary mortal swords, spears, halberds, bows, crossbows, and armor were not prohibited. Even the magic weapons and treasures among cultivators were allowed to circulate.

The only two things that were truly forbidden were:

One was law, and the other was rice.

Laws could not be easily passed down. Any sect could not establish a sect or recruit disciples without an imperial decree. The promotion of any sect disciple had to be reported.

The seeds of spirit rice could not be circulated. Other sects besides the seventy-two Dao Sects also needed to buy rice seeds from the Imperial Court every year to distribute for planting.

Although these two prohibitions were not without loopholes, and the Jing Ye Si might not be able to inspect every breaker, such large-scale planting of spirit fields was undoubtedly a great taboo.

What did this Hong Xuan Daoist want to do?

Buzz~

Not long after the two entered the cave heaven, a buzzing sound echoed.

Immediately, all kinds of colors seemed to come alive, converging towards the center of the sky. In a few moments, they had transformed into a 'heavenly ladder' that went straight to the highest point.

At the end of the heavenly ladder was the 'great sun' of this cave heaven!

"It's been twenty years since we last met, old gentleman, your demeanor remains the same!"

At the same time as the five-colored heavenly ladder descended, a slightly smiling voice also sounded, its sound not high, but everywhere in this world.

'It really is him...'

Zeng San's eyes flickered, his heart slightly complicated, and he also responded, "It's only been twenty years since we last met, but Daoist's power is getting stronger and stronger!"

As his voice echoed, Zeng San had already stepped onto the heavenly ladder, rising into the sky with each step.

Yang Jian looked up at the golden sun in the clouds, a hint of worry rising in his heart, which he quickly suppressed, and walked into the vast sea of spirit fields.

In the spirit fields, a girl a few years younger than him was chasing after a small child holding a cat and wailing, occasionally letting out giggles.

Whoosh whoosh~

Zeng San walked on the heavenly ladder, but his mind was observing the surroundings. The more he looked, the more surprised he was.

He did not understand such cave heaven supernatural powers, but his vision was extremely high, and he still had some understanding of supernatural powers.

And at this moment, in his perception, this cave heaven was not only boundless, but also so real that it was almost impossible to see a single flaw.

It seemed like this was another world.

"Five-Colored Divine Light, and this supernatural power similar to Universe in the Sleeve... Who exactly is this Hong Xuan Daoist?"

Zeng San's doubts grew deeper, but he had no intention of climbing up step by step.

With a movement of his body, he had already crossed to the end of the heavenly ladder.

Facing the light that could melt gold and iron, he stepped into the endless light interwoven, like a real star-like 'great sun'.

Whoosh~

Incredibly intense explosions kept ringing out, and the rumbling sounds that could tear apart mountains and rivers were all bound within the great sun.

Zeng San stepped into it, his eyes swept, and he saw the two people sitting cross-legged on a high platform in the endless flames.

One was dressed in black with red hair, sitting with his back to him, his aura changing in myriad ways, sometimes condensed, sometimes detached, sometimes ethereal, sometimes violent.

His aura changed in myriad ways, changing every moment. Faintly, one could see the shadows of various gods and demons flashing and disappearing behind him.

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"Demon Slaying Chart, Zhang Fengfu!"

Zeng San's eyes narrowed, recognizing this great figure among the top five of Da Zhou, but all his attention was drawn to the other person.

That person was wearing an ordinary Daoist robe, his appearance was just ordinary, and he could not see anything strange about him. At this time, he was sitting upright, looking at him with a smile, and it was the Hong Xuan Daoist who had saved him once twenty years ago.

Compared to the red-haired Daoist Zhang Fengfu, whose aura was changing in front of him, his aura was empty, but it seemed to encompass everything and accommodate everything.

In this endless violent flame, the two seemed to maintain a fragile balance.

"It's been a long time."

Seeing Zeng San stepping forward, An Qisheng smiled faintly, neither increasing nor decreasing: "Old gentleman."

"Daoist friend is becoming more and more unfathomable, but..."

Zeng San stopped in the midst of the flames, his tone calm, yet tinged with regret: "The Myriad Laws Ascend is imminent, and there are countless experts in the Da Zhou Imperial Center. What Daoist friend is doing is too unwise..."

He could naturally see that Zhang Fengfu had fallen into a disadvantage, but the Da Zhou powerhouses were not just Zhang Fengfu alone.

The Myriad Laws Ascend was imminent, and in the central area of Da Zhou, there were no less than hundreds of those who had formed Dharma Idols!

"It's not that I want to make things difficult for this one, it's just that this one has been chasing me for many years, and I can't get rid of him. I have no choice but to play a game of 'Go' with him."

An Qisheng glanced at the red-haired Daoist Zhang Fengfu, who was closing his eyes and not speaking, and shook his head slightly: "Unfortunately, this one is too competitive. He has clearly lost, but he still wants to find someone to overturn the 'table'..."

Twenty years was only a blink of an eye for a cultivator, but for An Qisheng, it was not so.

In addition to lighting up the various gods on the 'True Spirit Seat Chart', collecting the 'Earth Deity Root', and training disciples, it was to deal with this Zhang Si's assassination every three years.

Now, it was the seventh time he had come to his door.

"...Zhang Si."

Looking at the red-haired Daoist who was silent like he was autistic, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Zeng San's mouth: "Who exactly is Daoist friend..."

Zhang Fengfu was no ordinary cultivator.

Before the Crown Prince of Da Zhou had emerged, he was the number one pride of Da Zhou. He had once crossed the four seas and competed with the geniuses of various major forces.

He had once fought a Dharma Body expert with the cultivation of a Dharma Idol, and he was a true hero and genius.

But at this time...

"Old gentleman has asked many times, and I have answered many times."

An Qisheng raised his hand casually, and a Dao platform rose under Zeng San's feet: "Old gentleman, please sit down. Let's talk after all those whom Zhang Si has invited have arrived."

Zeng San shook his head slightly, but he could only sit down cross-legged.

Not to mention that his injuries had not yet healed, even if he had no injuries, he might not be able to intervene. More importantly, this Hong Xuan Daoist had once saved him.

Even if he had the certainty of making a move, he had no intention of making a move.

An Qisheng's tone was calm and without fluctuations, but the eyelids of the red-haired Daoist, who had been closing his eyes for a long time, trembled, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded:

"You know?"

Zhang Fengfu slowly opened his eyes, his expression complicated and unwilling, his voice full of solemn bitterness: "Since you know, why didn't you stop me?"

"Zhang Si, even now, you still think that you are omnipotent and have found my whereabouts?"

"Hmm?!"

Zhang Fengfu's heart shook, and he suddenly raised his head, but he was met with An Qisheng's deep and endless eyes: "What did you say?!"

An Qisheng did not answer, and lowered his eyes to look down.

He saw a pair of eyes, an extremely strong will, locking onto the space where he was across an unknown amount of space.

Buzz~

The void trembled, and everything vibrated.

The boundless Mi Luo Cave Heaven vibrated and trembled, and the mountains and rivers within it shook, and the vegetation trembled.

Yang Jian, the running girl, the little boy holding the cat, the rabbit Ba lying in the distance, and the big colorful donkey galloping in the mountains all felt a shock in their hearts.

Some looked to the left, some looked to the right, some looked up, and some looked back, but no matter where they looked, no matter where they looked.

They all saw a pair of eyes like the sun slowly lighting up in the depths of the void.

This power was too strong, like an ancient god king standing on the ninth heaven, indifferently looking down, majestic and mighty, and everything had to bow and submit.