Chapter 1 Aboard the Ship

A bright moon hangs high.

The boundless ocean is deep and silent.

Amidst the ebb and flow of the tides, a cruise ship chugs forward with a 'woo woo.'

On the deck of the Hope, An Qisheng held onto the railing, the salty sea breeze whistling, the damp mist hitting his face.

A trace of blood lingered at the tip of his nose, lingering for a long time.

Since the Zhulong Society (Bamboo Dragon Society) had made a move, they naturally wouldn't target him alone. There were fifteen of them lurking on the ship.

Wang Zhixuan acted decisively, detected the traces of the Zhulong Society, and immediately launched a purge.

In just forty minutes, fifteen bloody corpses were thrown into the sea.

The decisiveness of the action was astonishing.

"Zhulong Society..."

Gazing at the dark ocean, An Qisheng's heart sank, recalling the previous confrontation.

There is a chain of disdain in the martial arts world: martial arts in the military look down on civilian martial arts, and among civilian martial arts, Neijia (internal martial arts) looks down on Waijia (external martial arts).

And foreign martial arts have always been at the bottom of the chain of disdain.

And even at the bottom, there are high and low distinctions. Fusang (Japanese) martial arts are much higher than South Korea's Taekwondo.

Although Taekwondo has spread widely around the world in recent years, in the martial arts world, it has always been at the very bottom of the chain of disdain, with nothing lower.

Although in reality, he knocked that Fusang woman named Xiao Li half-dead with just an elbow and a knee.

But that was also because he had figured out her details in his dream and caught her by surprise. It's not to say that the woman was a complete weakling.

"What are you thinking about?"

The cabin door opened, and Jiang Shili, who had changed into a white martial arts uniform, came to the deck.

Up close, he could even smell a faint fragrance mixed with the faint scent of blood.

He had seen with his own eyes that when this woman fought, she was very ruthless. With a single grab, she would pull out the heart and liver, a ruthless person.

"What are you planning to do about the Zhulong Society?"

An Qisheng turned around and asked,

"Although Fusang is declining, with just a few of us, we can't directly attack their lair, right?"

"The island country is a small place. The threats of hurricanes, earthquakes, volcanoes and other natural disasters make them feel anxious, depressed, insecure, confused..."

Jiang Shili walked to the railing, the sea breeze blowing her long hair,

"So, from individuals to countries, they have a natural worship for the strong, eager to learn, pursue, and occupy..."

An Qisheng listened quietly, without speaking.

"Decades ago, a huge natural disaster caused nearly half of Fusang to sink. Countless people were panicked, desperate, and had an unprecedented yearning for a vast and safe land...

A group of morbid Fusang people established the Zhulong Society after the great disaster. Zhulong, its homonym is Zhulong (诛龙), which means to kill the dragon. The dragon is Da Xuan (Great Profound/China).

Similarly, there are also Zhuying Society (Bamboo Eagle Society), Zhuxiong Society (Bamboo Bear Society) and other organizations. It seems ridiculous to us, but they actually want to do this."

Jiang Shili looked at the ocean under the night sky and gently brushed her long hair by her temples:

"Because of the similarity in racial appearance, the Zhulong Society can lurk in Da Xuan ten times more easily than in other countries, and there are many strongholds.

Ruan Xiuping's mission was very rewarding. Zhixuan swept away seven strongholds of the Zhulong Society in one fell swoop, killing or capturing hundreds of spies, almost burying the Zhulong Society's efforts in Da Xuan over the years."

"So, we don't need to look for the Zhulong Society. As long as we go to sea, they will swarm in, right?"

An Qisheng's face was wooden.

If he had known that Ruan Xiuping would have such big trouble later, he would definitely not have taken on this task.

An organization made up of a bunch of lunatics, just thinking about it is troublesome.

Peeking at Da Xuan with just a mere Fusang, isn't this lunacy?

"That's right, that's our purpose."

Jiang Shili nodded:

"It was our fault to drag you in, but I promise, as long as we are still alive, you will be fine."

"I'm curious."

An Qisheng turned to look at Jiang Shili and asked:

"You and Doctor Wang are both daughters of big families, enjoying endless wealth and glory from birth. Why would you do such dangerous things?"

"Hehe."

Jiang Shili's eyes flowed like smoke, she smiled lightly and said:

"Then do you think, where does our status come from? Just enjoy, but not contribute?

In our Da Xuan, there is no such principle!"

"That seems right."

An Qisheng thought about it carefully and expressed his agreement.

Whether in his previous life or in this life, the many rich people in the world, while possessing wealth that ordinary people cannot achieve in their lifetime, must also bear corresponding responsibilities.

Anyone who is too high-profile and does not make a significant contribution to society will slowly disappear.

The so-called 'virtue is not worthy of position, there must be disaster' is the principle.

"Now that you think about it, we two beautiful women with tens of billions of assets are in the front, and you, a small loser with tens of millions of assets, can just hide behind us. Don't you feel much better?"

Jiang Shili's eyelashes fluttered, she smiled happily:

"Besides, your wealth will double when you go back this time!"

"Thinking about it this way, I feel even more dangerous."

An Qisheng sighed, but he also understood.

Since ancient times, martial artists have had many disputes.

Once you enter the Jianghu (martial world), it's like throwing a stone into a lake, ripples will appear.

No one is truly alone. Masters and disciples, fathers and sons, fellow disciples, friends, networks of relationships connect everyone.

Therefore, in ancient times, there was also the saying of severing worldly ties when seeking the Dao (path), if you have something to do today and he has something to do tomorrow, then what Dao are you cultivating!

If he wants to calm down and cultivate, he must resolve this grievance.

"It's windy at night, I'm going back to catch some sleep."

Sensing the change in An Qisheng's attitude, Jiang Shili waved her hand with a smile and returned to the cabin.

"These two women..."

An Qisheng looked at her back and shook his head slightly.

This woman is very powerful. In just a few words, she dispelled a trace of discomfort in his heart.

Or rather, even if he was uncomfortable, it would be difficult to show it after hearing these words.

Wang Zhixuan is domineering like a tiger, and Jiang Shili smiles like a fox.

These two women are a match made in heaven.

"Cough cough."

Thinking about it, An Qisheng shook his head, threw the unhealthy thoughts out of his mind, and turned back to the cabin.

The room had already been cleaned. If you didn't sniff carefully, you wouldn't be able to smell the blood.

As usual, he took out his notebook and wrote down his feelings today.

Only then did he slip off his shoes and get into bed, assuming the sleeping posture of an immortal, and closed his eyes.

In his perspective, stars twinkled, and the imprints of all the experts and scholars he had come into contact with in the past year were flashing.

"Wang Honglin..."

With a thought in An Qisheng's mind, a 'star' lit up brightly, filling his vision with light.

Small courtyard, old tree, bluestone slab, flying fallen leaves, an old man standing with a gun, a young man pushing the door open, bathed in sunlight...

This is the prelude to the unknown battle between Wang Honglin and Gu Changfeng three hundred years ago.

Previously, An Qisheng's vision and cultivation were not good enough, so he had been suppressing himself, not daring to enter the dream of this battle.

At this time, the sea voyage was extremely turbulent.

Naturally, he had to try whether he could learn some killing moves from the fight between these two grandmasters.

Buzz~

The quiet picture flowed like water at An Qisheng's thought.