Chapter 1 Outside Qingzhou Prefecture

Outside the tall city walls of Qingzhou Prefecture, a winding stream of people, like a long dragon, hurried in and out of the many city gate openings.

Before the wide moat, a group of people stopped to wait.

"What does Feng Qingxuan want to do here?"

Bai Xian'er gently smoothed her long hair at her temples, guessing in her heart.

Feng Qingxuan is the current Holy Son of the Six Hells Demonic Sect. Legend has it that he was accepted as a disciple by Pang Wanyang at the age of thirteen.

At the age of twenty-three, his Qi meridians had already solidified. He is the most outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Six Hells Demonic Sect, without exception.

It is said that he has already surpassed the elders of the Demonic Sect. In this edition of the Weaponry List, he is the only one from the younger generation of the Six Hells Demonic Sect to be listed.

Her senior brother, Duan Yunlong, was already a genius among geniuses, but he was still far inferior to this person.

"Xian'er, Junior Sister, what are you thinking about?"

Chi Changkong, dressed in black, crossed his arms, his dark cloak fluttering behind him.

A trace of disgust flashed in Bai Xian'er's heart. So many people died in the Huayan Mountains, yet this annoying thing survived.

"The Holy Son's body is worth a thousand gold. His appearance in the heartland of Da Feng is inevitably worrying. If the imperial court finds out, I'm afraid it won't end well."

Bai Xian'er frowned slightly, seemingly worried.

In fact, it was true. With the reputation of the Six Hells Demonic Sect, openly traveling the world would inevitably be discovered by the imperial court.

And for the imperial court, the threat of the Six Hells Demonic Sect was far greater than that of the Soul-Seizing Demonic Art.

"Even if the imperial court finds out, what can they do?"

Chi Changkong sneered:

"Do you think the Holy Son would travel alone?"

Bai Xian'er's heart stirred, and she looked up.

At the end of her gaze, six scarlet Flood Dragons were already slowly pulling a black carriage.

"Here it comes."

As Bai Xian'er's heart trembled, the rest of the group also saw the carriage.

Immediately, the group went up to meet it.

"We pay our respects to the Holy Son!"

In front of the carriage, everyone bowed in unison.

"When you're out and about, let's skip the formalities."

Feng Qingxuan's calm voice came from the carriage:

"I heard that the Da Feng imperial court has compiled a so-called Weaponry List, and even ranked me seventeenth. This time, I've come to see just what kind of people are qualified to be ranked above me..."

"As expected."

Bai Xian'er's heart stirred, somewhat understanding.

This Weaponry List has disrupted the peace of the martial world. Many hidden dragons and snakes have been exposed. In the past month or so, many experts have died because of these false names.

She just didn't expect that even someone like Feng Qingxuan would be caught up in it.

"The Holy Son has been in seclusion for many years. Even if the Da Feng imperial court has the ability to reach the heavens, how would they know the Holy Son's martial arts? The so-called Weaponry List is simply not worth mentioning."

Chi Changkong flattered with a smile.

Although they were both from the younger generation of the Six Hells Demonic Sect, the gap between him and this Holy Son was too great.

In the Six Hells Demonic Sect, because of Pang Wanyang's existence, this Holy Son could sit on an equal footing with the other Hell Lords.

*Shua!*

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a tall, slender man with handsome features as perfect as a statue stepped out.

He stepped on the back of the kneeling coachman and slowly walked down the carriage.

The crowd became even more respectful.

"Bai Xian'er."

Feng Qingxuan glanced at Bai Xian'er with a faint gaze:

"Do you find it laughable that someone like this Holy Son cannot see through vanity?"

Bai Xian'er's expression changed slightly, and she forced a smile and said:

"Xian'er's martial arts are weak, how dare I speculate on the Holy Son's thoughts?"

"Your talent is ordinary, your comprehension is ordinary, and your soft nature hardly qualifies as having any spirit. Naturally, you cannot understand this Holy Son's thoughts."

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back and said leisurely:

"There are no experts in this world without origin, nor are there masters without fame. Do you know why?"

Bai Xian'er's smile was a little stiff.

Even though she was calm, she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed when she was slapped in the face like this.

"Martial arts cannot be cultivated behind closed doors. Whether it is external resources or internal comprehension, you have to fight, snatch, and seize!"

Feng Qingxuan swept over Bai Xian'er and the others, and said lightly:

"My master once said, even if you have the ability of a true dragon, if you never take flight, you will always be an earthworm, a snake! If you have never even possessed a false name, you want to see through it? If you can't even see it, how can you talk about seeing through it? Isn't that laughable?"

"The Holy Son's words are profound, we admire them."

Chi Changkong's smile was even more radiant.

Feng Qingxuan was neither happy nor angry, and glanced at Chi Changkong lightly:

"Under the shade of your predecessors, you are living more and more like earthworms."

Chi Changkong's face froze.

"Or rather, earthworms with no potential at all."

Feng Qingxuan continued to strike without caring.

He never cared whether his subordinates had any complaints, nor did he care whether they were truly loyal.

Just like his master, Pang Wanyang, who suppressed the Six Hells Demonic Sect with his own strength, even if he had no subordinates, who would dare to rebel against him?

Chi Changkong's smile was even stiffer.

Bai Xian'er secretly laughed in her heart.

"Once upon a time, my master traveled the world, forcibly challenged many great sects with his own strength, fought and killed countless experts, and experienced countless battles, before he gained the reputation of being the strongest in the world!"

Feng Qingxuan didn't care about the thoughts of the two at all, and slowly opened his mouth:

"My accumulation is already sufficient. This time, I have come to Da Feng to challenge the many experts one by one, and walk the path that my master walked back then! This Weaponry List is arranged very well, saving me a lot of trouble..."

Chi Changkong and Bai Xian'er listened respectfully, but did not easily speak.

Feng Qingxuan was too lazy to say too much to these few earthworms, and instead asked:

"I heard that there is an expert on the Weaponry List in Qingzhou Prefecture at this time, is that so?"

"Answering the Holy Son,"

Bai Xian'er replied softly:

"There is indeed someone in Qingzhou Prefecture who is listed on the Earthly Rankings of the Weaponry List, the Righteous Longsword, Ke Mengfan. At this time, he should be drinking in the Diyao Residence..."

"Women are better at handling intelligence."

Feng Qingxuan nodded slightly and said:

"In that case, you can wait outside the city."

After saying that, he walked unhurriedly towards Qingzhou Prefecture.

"Holy Son, are you just going to attack like this?"

Bai Xian'er pretended to be worried:

"There are people from the imperial court stationed in this Qingzhou Prefecture..."

"The imperial court?"

Feng Qingxuan chuckled: "We fight to the death, and the imperial court is probably the happiest to see it happen..."

As the voice still echoed.

Feng Qingxuan's figure had already disappeared from the sight of the few people.

His seemingly slow pace was terrifyingly fast, as if he was shrinking the ground into inches.

"Such lightness skill..."

Bai Xian'er's eyelids twitched, and she felt a little worried in her heart.

Feng Qingxuan came for the Weaponry List. Her grandfather is currently second on the Earthly Rankings, wouldn't he also be this person's target?

"Ke Mengfan is dead."

Chi Changkong licked his lips, his smile a little ferocious:

"His younger sister is very cute!"

.......

The seventh floor of Diyao Residence was empty.

Ke Mengfan, dressed in a green robe that swept the floor, with a plain and ordinary face, sat alone by the window, drinking wine in the wind.

He looked very ordinary, or rather, a little ugly.

Although he was very well-groomed, he was not someone women liked.

He often came to Diyao Residence.

This seventh floor, at some point, had become exclusively his, and no one dared to approach it anymore.

Except for the waiter, and the woman who was with him at this time.

"Master Ke, your wine."

The waiter bowed and went upstairs to serve the wine he had prepared.

"This wine of yours, now that I drink it, it's much weaker."

Ke Mengfan took the wine and drank a sip, shaking his head involuntarily.

He had been drinking this wine for many years, and had always liked it.

But since a friend returned from Fengzhou and brought him a bottle of some Yangxiaotang high-proof strong liquor, he no longer tasted anything when he drank other wines.

"Master Ke, we really can't make that wine of yours."

The waiter smiled bitterly.

Wanting to deduce the secret recipe of this wine based on just a little wine, that was simply a fantasy.

Moreover, this Master Ke was too stingy, only leaving a mere ounce or two of wine.

Even if immortals descended to earth, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to do it.

"Alright, alright, don't make things difficult for the waiter."

A woman with a delicate appearance and gentle as water softly helped the waiter out of the situation, and then looked at Ke Mengfan gently:

"Brother, you drink countless wines, you should always control yourself a little. That wine is too strong, you'll get drunk just by smelling it. Not being able to find it is also a good thing."

"Wine, ah, there's actually nothing good to drink, it's just that people, ah, can't be too sober, being sober, it will be very painful..."

Ke Mengfan drank the wine in his cup and sighed softly.

"Brother, you're drunk."

The delicate woman reached out to try to take his wine pot.

"Xiuer, tell me, what a terrible world this is."

Ke Mengfan dodged the woman's hand, picked up another pot of wine, took two sips, his eyes slightly blurred:

"In this city, the masses of living beings, some sell wine and meat, some sell charcoal, some work hard all day long, some sell their sons and daughters, as if the only meaning of being born is to serve those few people..."

"You're really drunk."

Xiuer also sighed, similar words, since this person rescued her until now.

He had said it thousands of times, and she had heard it thousands of times.

"Xiuer, do you know why I saved you?"

Ke Mengfan looked at the delicate woman, his eyes blurred.

"I don't know."

Xiuer's face flushed slightly, looking at this not handsome face, her heart pounding like a deer.

Ke Mengfan sighed and asked:

"Your family, was originally rich and noble, your father a True Qi realm expert, dominating one side, your mother a martial arts family's young lady, you were raised in luxury since you were young, is that so?"

Xiuer didn't know what she thought of, the blush on her face faded, replaced by a pale one:

"You, what do you want to say?"

"You guessed right, your parents, I killed them."

Facing the woman's gradually desperate eyes, Ke Mengfan nodded indifferently.

"Why? Why?"

The woman named Xiuer trembled, tears streaming down her face, her voice sad like an abandoned little beast:

"Why did you tell me? Since you lied to me, why, why didn't you lie to me for the rest of my life?"

Ke Mengfan was expressionless.

Watching the woman go from grief to hysteria, and finally run out full of hatred.

He sighed softly.

"A good arrangement, but meaningless."

Low and crisp footsteps echoed clearly in Ke Mengfan's ears from the end of the long street, in the noisy downtown.

In the tide of people, Feng Qingxuan, dressed in a black and gold brocade robe, with a handsome face unlike humans, raised his eyes slightly and commented lightly in a condescending tone:

"Righteous Longsword, Ke Mengfan? So he's just an ordinary, somewhat ugly drunkard."

On the seventh floor of Diyao Residence, the haze in Ke Mengfan's eyes slowly faded.

With three parts dignity, seven parts coldness, he said:

"Demonic Hell Interdiction Step, you are.......the Six Hells Holy Son, Feng Qingxuan?"