Chapter 14 Re-defining the Rules

“Shijie…”

Bai Xian'er felt her breathing become somewhat difficult, and couldn't help but pick up her teacup for a sip to calm herself:

“Shijie’s martial arts are weak and she's of little use. Why tell me of such a great matter?”

“Why must Shijie belittle herself?”

A hint of a smile flashed in Wushuang's eyes:

“Your true qi has been accumulating for a long time. Although there's no progress in pulse condensation, it's only because Duan Yunlong has been in seclusion for many days and hasn't taught you the method of qi pulse condensation…”

Generally, when sects pass down their techniques, they don't transmit the entire manual at once, but rather pass it down in parts.

Firstly, this is to prevent the sect's heritage from being leaked after being captured by a strongman. Secondly, it's to further exploit the disciples and make them contribute more.

Bai Xian'er's accumulation was sufficient, but Duan Yunlong was deliberately not teaching her the subsequent methods of qi pulse condensation.

In the end, Bai Xian'er was more of a disciple in name only to the Crimson Sun Dharma King. Whether or not to teach her martial arts was still decided by Duan Yunlong.

She couldn't compare to Wushuang, a true inheritor disciple.

“Shimei dares to teach me the method of qi pulse condensation?”

Bai Xian'er's heart was shaken.

Privately transmitting martial arts was a major taboo in any sect. Although the Demonic Sect was more chaotic, this was still a forbidden act.

Those who violated it would undoubtedly die.

“Throughout history, the establishment of rules and the meaning of their existence have always been to serve those who established them, and to restrict the majority of others. I don't benefit from them, nor do I see their harm. What does it matter if I transmit it?”

Wushuang gently stroked the strings of the zither. As her slender, jade-like fingers swept across, all the strings snapped:

“I dare to vie for the Great Seat, so why would I care about mere rules to bind subordinates?”

She casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her clear black and white eyes reflecting Bai Xian'er's astonished face:

“Shijie, if you and I want to rise to the top, we must redefine the rules, not obey them.”

“Do you understand?”

Looking at the flower-like smile before her, Bai Xian'er's heart beat faster, and she couldn't help but lower her head.

…

The sky was filled with stars, the moon hung high in the middle of the sky, and the scarlet moonlight cascaded down between heaven and earth.

An Qisheng rode his red horse, unhurriedly traveling across the wilderness.

The night breeze came slowly, swirling around him.

On the red horse, his eyes were half-closed, seemingly asleep, as if in a dream.

In reality, he was multitasking, circulating true qi and internal force while condensing his qi pulses.

The condensation of qi pulses was an extremely large undertaking.

In Jiufu Realm, there were two types of qi pulse condensation: Lesser Circulation and Greater Circulation.

Among them, Lesser Circulation only involved the main meridians such as the hands, feet, eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and was extremely simple to condense. If An Qisheng wanted to condense in this way, he could almost achieve it with a snap of his fingers.

Greater Circulation, on the other hand, delved deep into the internal organs, bone marrow, blood vessels, reaching deep into the limbs and hundreds of bones. The difficulty was ten times that of the former.

The qi pulse Xiantian that An Qisheng had encountered along the way, such as Feng Zhenzong, Dong Tianyou, and Yun Tang, were all standard Lesser Circulation. And Xue Chaoyang, Tuoba Chongguang, Lan Da, Shi Chun, and others, although slightly more complicated, were not truly Greater Circulation.

What An Qisheng wanted to condense was a complex network of qi pulses, densely covering all parts of his body, comparable to capillaries.

How long were the blood vessels throughout the human body?

If all the tiny blood vessels in the human body were stretched out and arranged, their length would be enough to wrap around Xuanxing two and a half times!

If he hadn't achieved the realm of Seeing the Divine and seen some of the subtle places in his body, he wouldn't have dared to have such delusions.

But now that he had already achieved Seeing the Divine, how could he bear to give up?

Just imagine, the qi pulses condensed in this way, whether in terms of the thickness of true qi or the strength of the body, would be more than ten or a hundred times that of the Greater Circulation in this world!

Once condensed, what a shocking event it would be?

“Heh, still hasn't given up.”

An Qisheng opened his eyes and smiled faintly.

His spirit seemed to be magnified at this moment, perceiving all things, the vastness between heaven and earth, and the vertical and horizontal qi.

As his mind moved, he sensed that dozens of miles behind him, streams of wolf smoke-like crimson qi were chasing after him.

The qi scattered into mist, but when gathered, it was like wolf smoke.

The qi that followed was rolling upwards, indicating that there were many people coming.

At this time, it had been seven days since he left Qingzhou Prefecture.

As his spirit sublimated and he understood the Dao of Sincerity, his Myriad Luck Qi Observation Technique was also infinitely elevated. Even if the people from the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Six Doors seemed to have come after him, and the garrisons in various places had also dispatched experts to encircle and suppress him from all directions.

He rode the red horse unhurriedly, but no one could see his shadow.

In fact, with his current spiritual attainment urging the Myriad Luck Qi Observation Technique, unless Han Changgong, the chief of the Qin Tian Jian, personally arrived, no one would be able to find his trace at all.

Besides that, what if thousands or tens of thousands of people chased after him?

Only now did he know how difficult it was to kill a Seeing the Divine grandmaster, and what kind of courage Gu Changfeng had when he knew he was going to die but still went.

That was a true warrior who dared to set foot even when he knew there was an abyss in front of him.

Whoosh~

As his mind moved, the red horse neighed cheerfully and its speed increased by several notches.

After being baptized by his qi for many days, this red horse's physique and spiritual intelligence had far surpassed its previous state. Even some inferior jiao horses might not be comparable to it.

“This is somewhat like the enlightenment in myths and legends…”

An Qisheng sensed the red horse's growing spirituality and was lost in thought.

In myths and legends, there were often great immortals who enlightened mountains, rocks, plants, trees, and wild animals to awaken their intelligence. Originally, he didn't believe in this.

But witnessing the red horse's growing crystal-clear intelligence in his aura, he couldn't help but believe it somewhat.

Everyone had an aura, or rather, a unique magnetic field.

As one's cultivation progressed, this aura could make people feel at peace and harmony, clear their minds, and make them feel happy and active. Even being in this aura for a long time could affect the body's metabolism and synchronize with it.

To achieve the effects of longevity and prolonging life.

This was what he had felt from Xue Zheng and Juechen Daoist, two grandmasters.

Although the aura he emitted at this time didn't reach the level of those two grandmasters, the changes it produced were even stronger in this world filled with spiritual qi.

At least, no one had heard of an aura that could 'enlighten' animals on Xuanxing.

Whoosh whoosh~

After the red horse had been running for a while, a magnificent and wide river came into An Qisheng's view.

Under the scarlet moonlight, the river flowed torrentially, hitting the banks and splashing up layers of water mist.

As the red horse approached, a boat gradually came closer.

This was naturally not a coincidence. It was because An Qisheng had sensed it from dozens of miles away using his qi observation technique and headed straight here.

“We've traveled together for many days, so we can be considered to have a karmic connection! Here are some pills, and perhaps they will be of some benefit to you after you take them.”

The red horse stopped, and An Qisheng gently stroked its mane, muttering to himself:

“From here onwards, there are high mountains and dense forests. You can go wherever you want, but be careful in the future and don't get caught again!”

After saying that, An Qisheng had already soared into the air and taken a step forward.

“Boatman, wait a moment! Allow this poor Daoist to catch a ride!”

Whoosh whoosh~

Amidst the whistling of the air currents, An Qisheng stepped on the waves, and as his voice fell, he had already crossed more than a hundred zhang, carrying heavy water mist as he landed on the deck.

The ten-zhang-sized boat swayed violently in the surging air currents, almost capsizing.

Several boatmen on the boat were terrified, their faces ashen, and they repeatedly pushed the water with their oars.

Neigh~

Before the people on the boat could reply, the red horse on the shore suddenly let out a long neigh and plunged into the river.

Under the scarlet moonlight, it swam towards the boat.

“Huh?”

An Qisheng turned his head to look, slightly surprised.

His spirit was strong and his mind was agile. Along the way, he could feel the red horse's desire to run freely, so he released it this time.

But he didn't expect that the horse would actually follow him again.

“Boatman, wait!”

An Qisheng's body didn't move, but the several-zhang-sized boat sank, stagnating in the middle of the river, no matter how many times the boatman rowed, it wouldn't move.

Only when the red horse swam over and leaped onto the deck did the boat move with the waves again.

“Very well, if you don't want to leave, then come along.”

With a press of his palm, he shook off the water droplets on the red horse. An Qisheng turned to look at the pale-faced boatmen and said with a smile:

“In that case, boatman, can you allow this poor Daoist and his horse to hitch a ride?”

Seeing that the boatman didn't answer, he added:

“This poor Daoist knows the rules, I'll pay extra!”

“This… Dao, Daoist…”

The boat boss hesitated to step forward, wanting to say something but stopping.

An Qisheng's actions made even a fool know that he possessed superior martial arts. How could he dare to offend him?

“There's already someone on this boat!”

Outside the cabin, a tall man stood with his blade, looking at An Qisheng with a solemn expression:

“This Daoist, why not take another boat…”

“Who is this?”

An Qisheng raised his eyes slightly.

This man's bone age was about fifty years old, and his true qi was vigorous. Although his qi pulses weren't fully formed, he had condensed many of them. He could be considered a rare expert.

Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be guarding the door for someone.

“Since the horse is unwilling to leave, it can be seen that the Daoist must be virtuous.”

The next moment, a calm and gentle voice came from the cabin:

“A'Da, please invite this Daoist in. The few of us can't possibly occupy so many rooms.”

As she spoke, an acquaintance walked out of the cabin.

Two tall men dressed as servants walked in front, and in the lead was a tall, handsome young woman in blue scholar robes, holding a folding fan.

Although she was dressed as a man, her appearance was too handsome and feminine. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that she was a woman disguised as a man.

At this time, she was looking at An Qisheng with a warm smile on her handsome face.

“In that case, thank you… Miss.”

An Qisheng smiled slightly and handed a silver ingot to the boat boss:

“This is the fare. The rest can be considered the food expenses for this poor Daoist and his horse.”

“Where would we need so much?”

The boat boss waved his hands.

He did want it, but who would dare to take advantage of these martial arts people?

“Since it's given by the Daoist, you should accept it.”

The handsome young woman said lightly.

“Yes, yes.”

The boat boss shuddered and had no choice but to accept it.

“Daoist, you're riding a red horse. Could you be Daoist Wang Quan, who killed Shi Chun, the Northern Garrison Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, a few days ago?”

The handsome young woman 'whooshed' open her folding fan, and four large characters were displayed one by one.

They were 'Money Can Move Gods'.