Chapter 1 The Warning

Hu!

As the night descended and the wind howled, Chi Wuti felt a sudden, sharp warning in his heart. An overwhelming darkness seemed to press down, and a powerful force field crushed his spirit.

It was as if an ancient beast, choosing its prey, was bearing down on him, instantly amplifying the sense of crisis in his heart to the extreme!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Chi Wuti stomped his foot, and his Zhen Qi surged!

In an instant, his muscles, seemingly cast from copper and iron, vibrated continuously. As they vibrated, the surrounding air seemed to be repelled by his muscles, and the ripples spread in all directions with a dragon-like roar.

With one step back, he had already crossed dozens of zhang!

For a moment, there seemed to be a burning smell of intense friction in the air.

Bai Xian'er, shrouded in the dust that had been kicked up, was horrified. This great monk's external martial arts had reached an extremely high level.

"Escape! Escape! Escape!"

Chi Wuti had no desire to fight at all. He took three steps in quick succession, and with the surge of his Zhen Qi, he had retreated to the end of the hundred-zhang-long street in the blink of an eye.

Only then did he look up ahead.

At this sight, his pupils contracted, and his face, already distorted by the violent airflow, twisted completely.

In the vast night, under the red moonlight, a palm that seemed to condense all the light in the world and compress everything within his vision had crossed more than a hundred zhang.

It was only three zhang away from him!

Hu!

An endless, violent airflow scraped across his face like a knife.

Chi Wuti's breath hitched, and he felt that with the palm strike, the air was being pushed toward him like a tangible, hard object.

Even from several zhang away, his bones and muscles were groaning.

At the same time, an extremely strong suction suddenly pulled him toward the palm, causing his retreating speed to falter slightly.

"If I can't withstand this, I'll die!"

A realization dawned in his mind.

Chi Wuti's eyes turned red instantly, and the three meridians and seven chakras within his body vibrated. The Zhen Qi accumulated over decades surged as if it were about to burst out of his body!

As the surging Zhen Qi spread like a tangible substance, it stirred the surrounding Heaven and Earth spiritual energy within a radius of several zhang.

In an instant, a layer of golden light visible to the naked eye formed around him, transforming into a copper bell-like shield under the guidance of the crisscrossing Zhen Qi!

At the same time, the muscles in his arms, which had been hanging at his sides, tensed up.

Suddenly, they crossed in front of him, and his ten fingers formed a series of extremely complex hand seals with incredible speed, at the same time as the palm struck down.

His arms, hands, and ten fingers twisted like hemp rope, forming a strange wheel-like seal in front of him, bracing against the attack:

Zhuanlun Jiangmo Seal (Wheel-Turning Demon Subduing Seal)!

Under the immense crisis, Chi Wuti unleashed his ultimate move.

The Golden Bell Hardening Technique and the Zhuanlun Jiangmo Seal, two major Xiantian (innate) techniques, erupted at the same time!

Bang!

The moment the palm print landed, Chi Wuti's eyes bulged, and he felt an unparalleled terrifying force.

At the point of contact, his two arms, tempered countless times, seemed to have disappeared from his senses. The Zhuanlun Jiangmo Seal, unleashed with all his strength, seemed like an insignificant joke under this palm.

It was instantly crushed.

Almost at the same instant, the palm had already landed on the Zhen Qi shield that resembled a golden bell.

Boom!

A terrifying hurricane, accompanied by a terrifying sound like the roar of a giant thunder dragon, burst out!

At this moment, the buildings on both sides of the hundred-zhang-long street shook, and dust fell in a rustling sound.

Then, the ground within several zhang of Chi Wuti sank three chi (one meter) at once. The hard stone slabs shattered, and countless mud, sand, and stones turned into hidden weapons, covering the sky and striking in all directions!

More than ten zhang away, Bai Xian'er waved her sleeves to knock down the flying rubble, her eyes fixed on the two men.

She saw it very clearly.

The palm broke Chi Wuti's arms and shattered the Zhen Qi golden bell with a single blow.

The remaining force of the palm, undiminished, struck heavily on the back of Chi Wuti's head from top to bottom.

It was as if a father was hitting his son.

With just one blow, Chi Wuti pitched forward, letting out an earth-shattering scream.

Then, like an ostrich, he plunged headfirst into the ruined ground.

Sinking up to his shins!

Rumble!

Only then did the airflow, which had been forcibly compressed by An Qisheng, suddenly surge back, sweeping away all the dust and debris on the hundred-zhang-long street like a hurricane.

Whoosh~

The sound of blood flowing like waves crashing on the shore gradually subsided.

An Qisheng, his white robe spotless, lowered his palm and glanced faintly at Bai Xian'er.

Thump~

Feeling the indifferent gaze on her, Bai Xian'er's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face:

"Grandpa, Grandpa..."

At this moment, Bai Xian'er truly felt a bone-chilling cold.

It was as if she was standing naked in the ice and snow, and had been doused with a bucket of ice water, trembling uncontrollably.

"Grandpa, this person is a monk from Zhuanlun Temple. He was the one who poisoned Qingzhou Prefecture. This time, he contacted your granddaughter because he wanted your granddaughter to help him poison people..."

Bai Xian'er trembled, sobbing like a small animal that had been abandoned:

"Xian'er, Xian'er had no choice but to bring him here..."

"If not, you would already be dead."

An Qisheng glanced at her indifferently and withdrew his gaze.

He had already learned about this from the spiritual imprint of the person who had come.

Hu~

He reached out and pinched Chi Wuti's calf, pulling him out of the rubble like pulling a radish.

Blood streamed from Chi Wuti's seven orifices. He opened his mouth to speak, but spewed out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Thump~

An Qisheng casually threw him on the ground.

That palm had shattered all the bones in his body and disrupted all his internal energy and Zhen Qi circulation.

No matter how many years he had cultivated, under that palm, he was already a dying cripple.

"You... you..."

Chi Wuti's body writhed like a maggot, uttering a curse as low as a mosquito's buzz:

"Zhuanlun Temple will not, will not let you go..."

"I will go to Zhuanlun Temple."

An Qisheng looked down at Chi Wuti, a ripple rising in his eyes:

"Motian Zhuanlun (Celestial Wheel) Technique..."

"Wh-what?"

Chi Wuti looked at the light that suddenly appeared in those eyes, and a trace of confusion flashed across his still-bleeding eyes.

Buzz~

Waves crashed in his mind.

Spiritual power surged, and he had already begun to use the Motian Zhuanlun Technique.

The Motian Zhuanlun Technique was a peerless wonder on the spiritual side, incomparably divine. It could pull an enemy's spirit into a illusory spiritual world outlined by one's own spirit.

It could not only search and discern their memories, but also distort and rewrite their personality, memories, spirit, and even their deeper soul.

Unfortunately, the entry into this Motian Zhuanlun Technique was extremely difficult. Although he was gifted in this way, the time was too short, and he could not be considered proficient.

He had not yet outlined a spiritual world that was unique to him.

However, an already dying loser beaten by himself would probably be unable to resist.

Sure enough, as soon as his mind moved,

In the dim and silent spiritual sea, a ray of spiritual light refracted, illusory and blurry, not human-like, like smoke and paste, but the aura was exactly the same as Chi Wuti.

"The Motian Zhuanlun Technique is truly extremely evil."

An Qisheng was slightly surprised in his heart.

He had a feeling in his heart at this time that he could completely write and set up this group of spirits in front of him.

If he erased its original memory and filled it with the memory of a dog, then in reality, Chi Wuti would really think that he was a dog.

He would eat meat and shit, be afraid of people, and even go into heat when he saw other dogs, rushing up to beg for pleasure!

How could such a technique be summarized by just one word: evil?

Buzz~

But just as An Qisheng's mind moved, the group of spirits in front of him suddenly shook and shattered.

In the looming clouds, something seemed to awaken.

"Hmm?!"

An Qisheng sensed the danger, and stepped forward, 'crack' smashing Chi Wuti's head.

At the same time, the spiritual clouds that had spread out also shook slightly and disappeared without a trace.

But in a fleeting moment, An Qisheng had already seen that in the dissipating spiritual imprint, there was faintly an extremely high and large mountain.

At the top of the mountain, which was surrounded by clouds and mist, there was a magnificent temple that covered a large area.

At the moment when the imprint disappeared, An Qisheng seemed to see the figure of a middle-aged monk with a halo of golden light behind his head.

Even in just a fleeting moment, An Qisheng could feel the middle-aged monk's thick like the earth, and majestic like a mountain.

It seemed that the high mountain and the magnificent temple under his seat were not as tall and majestic as him alone.

Hu~

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, his expression slightly solemn:

"Zhuanlun Wang (Wheel-Turning King)?"

Who else could give him such a feeling and be related to Zhuanlun Temple, except for the legendary Zhuanlun Wang, who was ranked fourth on the weapon spectrum?

However, this aura seemed to be stronger than he had imagined.

At least in the spiritual realm, the Zhuanlun Wang had reached an incredible realm.

"Divine Meridian..."

An Qisheng's eyes flickered, and he glanced at the headless corpse under his feet with some regret.

He originally wanted to try whether he could really turn a person into a dog...

But the regretful thought was only fleeting.

There were so many scumbags in this world, there were plenty of opportunities to experiment.

"Grandpa..."

Bai Xian'er's face was pale. She didn't know why An Qisheng seemed to have no intention of killing Chi Wuti in the previous moment, but suddenly killed him in the next moment.

But she didn't dare to ask.

She only felt that her 'grandfather' was too dangerous, and even a little moody...

Whoosh whoosh~~~

Suddenly, An Qisheng frowned, feeling something frantically wriggling inside his sleeve.

His heart moved, and he took out the shaking human skin scroll.

On the human skin scroll, there was a line of scribbled characters:

I feel my wheel!!