Chapter 1 Hero Conference?

Tie Shan chewed over those four words and couldn't help but shake his head, "Apart from the Hero King, these martial artists don't deserve to be called heroes."

With a sharp weapon in hand, murderous intent arises. How much more so when one possesses martial arts?

During his time as a constable in the Six Doors, he had seen too many martial artists who bullied the weak. Many so-called heroes were engaged in activities in the dark that would make even members of the Demonic Sect blush with shame.

"Constable Tie seems to admire the Hero King?"

An Qisheng glanced at Tie Shan.

He knew Tie Shan quite well. He was an anomaly in this world, adhering to the law while also considering human emotions. However, when the law and human emotions clashed, he couldn't accept it.

His attitude towards martial artists was very poor, so it was rare to hear him speak so highly of someone.

"Old Man Yun is different from other martial artists. I admire his character very much."

Tie Shan said seriously:

"Does the Daoist know how the Righteous Alliance established its mountain gate in the Central Province?"

Without waiting for An Qisheng to answer, Tie Shan continued:

"The Righteous Alliance's mountain gate was built by Old Man Yun himself, bit by bit, over several decades with his disciples.

The Righteous Alliance doesn't occupy the people's fields or support farmers. The food consumed by the members is all obtained through their own farming, raising livestock, and hunting. The clothes are also woven by Old Woman Yun and the female members of the sect!

The Righteous Alliance's acts of chivalry are different from those so-called young heroes and great heroes. Before eliminating evil, they must first investigate. After eliminating evil, the land obtained is returned to its original owners. They don't keep any of the wealth for themselves. Things are returned to their original owners whenever possible. If the original owner is not present, it is exchanged for food and distributed to the poor..."

Tie Shan deeply respected Yun Haitian and seemed unable to stop once he started talking.

Recalling Yun Dongliu's fate, An Qisheng couldn't help but nod.

He wasn't very clear about what kind of person Yun Haitian was, but at least until his death, he had always adhered to his own principles and never done anything to betray the world.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a good person.

After all, with Yun Haitian's martial arts skills, as long as he wanted, wealth, treasures, beauties, and power would all be within easy reach.

Being able to take but not taking, being able to indulge but not indulging, was something that not everyone could do.

You could say he was rigid and inflexible, but you couldn't deny that he was a good person.

"It's a pity that Feng Qingxuan didn't dare to accept the challenge. Otherwise, even if Old Man Yun's injuries hadn't healed, Feng Qingxuan would surely die."

Tie Shan felt somewhat regretful.

Recently, Feng Qingxuan had committed many murders.

The Demonic Sect acted extremely cruelly and didn't care about bystanders at all. He had acted seven times, and the number of pedestrians he had killed was unknown.

"Feng Qingxuan is deliberately avoiding Yun Haitian, but it doesn't necessarily mean he's afraid..."

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed.

He had entered the dreams of many martial artists, including Bai Xian'er, a member of the Demonic Sect.

Naturally, he also had some understanding of Pang Wanyang.

This leader of the Six Hells Demonic Sect, now the number one expert on the Weaponry Spectrum, practiced a strange martial art called the *Zhan Mo Xin Jing* (Battle Demon Heart Sutra).

The power of this martial art was self-evident. What he was most concerned about was that this martial art emphasized accumulating power and becoming stronger with each battle.

The fact that Pang Wanyang could fight alone and become stronger with each battle in the past relied on this martial art.

What many martial arts sects were afraid of was that he had been accumulating power for decades, and when he made a move, it would surely be earth-shattering.

Feng Qingxuan's avoidance of Yun Haitian wasn't necessarily out of fear of the Hero King, but more likely to be accumulating his own momentum.

"What does the Daoist mean?"

Tie Shan frowned slightly.

An Qisheng smiled and asked instead, "Are the people watching us nearby still there?"

"The ones in the open are still there, but I don't know about the ones in the dark."

Tie Shan shook his head slightly.

He could naturally detect the people from the Six Doors watching him in the open, but although he suspected that Fang Yuhong, Tong Luyang, and others might be following him in the dark, he couldn't find their location.

"Can you get away from them?"

An Qisheng asked again.

"Their target is you, Daoist. Even if I leave, they might not expose themselves for my sake."

Tie Shan thought for a moment and answered.

"In that case, go back to Nanliang City and reopen the Yangxiao Hall."

An Qisheng slowly stood up and said lightly.

"Daoist is thinking of?"

Tie Shan's heart trembled.

An Qisheng looked into the distance and said leisurely:

"When I return to Nanliang City, no one will dare to pursue me again."

.......

"Tie Shan has left Anyang Prefecture?"

In a normal three-story restaurant in the city, Fang Yuhong listened to his subordinate's report expressionlessly and said lightly:

"Did he leave alone?"

"He was alone. The old Daoist didn't leave."

The constable in green bowed slightly and said:

"Should we capture this traitor?"

"No need."

Fang Yuhong waved his hand:

"A mere Tie Shan, it doesn't matter when we deal with him. After the Blood Demon is captured, there will be plenty of time to slowly torture him."

"Understood."

The constable bowed slightly and retreated.

On the second floor by the window, Tong Luyang drank wine against the wind. After the constable retreated, he turned around and looked at Fang Yuhong:

"He's leaving."

"That's right."

A smile appeared on Fang Yuhong's face:

"The Soul-夺ing Demonic Art is famous for奪ing the internal energy of others. This time, many experts are gathering in Central Province, which is naturally a great opportunity for him. If I were him, I wouldn't let it go."

During this time, while tracking, Fang Yuhong also retrieved records about the Soul-夺ing Demonic Art from the Six Doors and learned about the terrifying nature of this demonic art.

But the more he knew, the more he believed that the person who obtained this demonic art could resist the temptation and not absorb their internal energy.

The reason why Tie Shan's inquiries weren't blocked was because he had deliberately condoned them.

In fact, he had provided a large portion of the information.

"Old Fang, do you think there might be some other purpose behind the Six Hells Demonic Sect's blatant appearance?"

Tong Luyang's brows furrowed in thought:

"In previous years, whenever members of the Demonic Sect appeared, whether it was our Six Doors or the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Eastern Depot, we would mobilize. Why haven't those adults taken action yet?"

The relationship between the Six Hells Demonic Sect and the Righteous Path of the martial world was irreconcilable, but the relationship with the imperial court was even worse.

The reason why the Demonic Sect was called the Demonic Sect was definitely not slander from martial artists and the imperial court, but because their martial arts and actions were inherently incompatible with normal people.

The Righteous Path may not all be good people, but there were definitely no good people in the Demonic Sect.

No, good people simply couldn't practice Demonic Sect techniques, let alone survive in the Six Hells Demonic Sect.

Collecting yin to supplement yang, killing people to practice martial arts, condensing blood pills... there were very few 'normal' martial arts techniques in the Six Hells Demonic Sect.

Therefore, while the imperial court could tolerate martial artists, it was ruthless in its extermination of the Six Hells Demonic Sect. Once they appeared, they would inevitably face heavy encirclement and suppression.

"I can't figure this out either."

Fang Yuhong shook his head slightly. He had been pondering this matter for a long time.

"Do you think those adults and Pang Wanyang might be..."

Tong Luyang's eyes flickered, and a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

"Impossible. Pang Wanyang is a tyrant. He not only wants to be the number one in the martial world, but also wants to be the real number one in the world. The King cannot tolerate him, and neither can those adults. There is no possibility of cooperation."

Fang Yuhong knew what Tong Luyang wanted to say, but he just waved his hand:

"Don't say any more about this. Our mission this time is the Blood Demon. If you are interested in other matters, just return to the capital and ask Lord Supervisor personally."

He also had many doubts about this matter.

Thinking about some of the orders that the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Eastern Depot, and their Six Doors had suddenly received in recent years, he could vaguely feel that those above seemed to be playing a very big game of chess.

Hearing this, Tong Luyang didn't say anything more. What should be known would be known sooner or later. If those above didn't want them to know, then it was better not to know.

"Alright, that Blood Demon should be making a move soon. Let's relax our vigilance and let him go."

Fang Yuhong held the window sill, looked down at the bustling street, and said quietly:

"If we weren't afraid of letting the tiger return to the mountain, we should really release such a great demon and let those parasites of the country taste a little..."

"Don't be careless. If he escapes control..."

Tong Luyang drank a cup of wine and stood up.

"With my tracking skills, he can't shake me off... hmm?!"

As he was speaking, Fang Yuhong's expression suddenly changed.

Before he could finish his sentence, he had already broken through the window and shot out. His body leaped more than ten *zhang* in mid-air, and after a few shifts, he had already approached the small courtyard where An Qisheng was renting!

Whoosh~~~

Fang Yuhong landed gently, and several constables from the Six Doors with unsightly expressions had already stepped forward.

One of them looked terrified and uneasy:

"Lord, that, that old Daoist, suddenly disappeared."

"Suddenly disappeared?"

Fang Yuhong's face was ashen. Without looking, he knew that An Qisheng had long since disappeared.

He felt somewhat shocked and uncertain in his heart.

He had a fortunate encounter in his early years, and the 'Nose Meridian' he had condensed was different from ordinary people. Once he had smelled someone's scent, he could lock onto their location within dozens of miles.

Unless someone could escape dozens of miles away in an instant, they couldn't hide it from his nose.

But at that moment just now, An Qisheng's scent suddenly disappeared.

He couldn't have escaped dozens of miles in an instant, so he must have used some method to change his own scent.

But scent was not odor. Everyone's scent was unique. How did he change his own scent?

Whoosh~

At this time, Tong Luyang, who was one step behind, also caught up.

With a glance, he already knew what had happened.

"He ran away?"

Tong Luyang's face immediately darkened.

"He can't have run far in such a short time! Chase him!"

He glanced at Fang Yuhong and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Several constables hurriedly followed.

Fang Yuhong remained silent, only feeling a burning sensation on his face.

He had just said that there was no possibility of escaping, but the person had already disappeared, so how could he not feel annoyed?

Fang Yuhong's face twitched, and he had already stepped onto the roof. He looked around, but among the thousands of scents in the city, there was no longer the scent that he had marked.

"An Qisheng..."