Chapter 15 Glimpse

The Qi Observation technique Huangfu had learned was the Myriad Luck Qi Observation technique personally taught by Han Changgong.

Legend has it that this technique can observe the Yin and Yang of geography, investigate good and bad fortune, determine future destiny, evolve various formations to gather military strength, calculate the nation's fortune, and even glimpse the future.

However, the Qi fields between heaven and earth are endless, influencing each other, and the resulting changes are almost infinite.

Even Han Changgong wouldn't dare say that every observation was accurate. Achieving three or four out of ten was already considered a master.

Upon awakening, with his vision blurred, Huangfu subconsciously activated the Myriad Luck Qi Observation technique. In that moment of hazy clarity, he witnessed a scene he would never forget!

In his eyes, all tangible and intangible things were stripped away.

What appeared before him was an incredibly complex Qi field, with trillions upon trillions of Qi fields intertwined, seemingly without end.

And in the rotation of that Qi field, he saw an indescribably dazzling purple Qi rising into the sky.

That purple Qi was deep and restrained, yet brilliant and magnificent, rolling like a long river, vast as an ocean, spanning heaven and earth, suppressing endless Qi fields, incomparably powerful!

"Ah!"

In that fleeting glimpse, Huangfu couldn't help but cry out, blood flowing from his seven orifices.

"Da Huang."

Gui Xiaoer was greatly alarmed, turning his head back helplessly.

A hand had already passed through his line of sight, pressing against Huangfu's chest.

Huangfu felt a warm jolt in his heart, an invisible force vibrating within his body, protecting his trembling heart meridian.

Opening his eyes again, he saw An Qisheng.

Still that ordinary-looking old Daoist, but in Huangfu's eyes at this moment, this old Daoist was emitting endless light, making him dare not look directly.

Between heaven and earth, all Qi is white, and if there is even a trace of blue or red, it is one in ten thousand, with a future of wealth and nobility. Becoming an official would lead to the highest ranks, mastering martial arts would reach the peak, and even without studying literature or martial arts, one would have immense wealth.

And one with a trace of purple Qi was already a ruler of a dynasty, a supreme expert.

Yet he had just seen a river of purple Qi...

Although the saying about Qi luck may not be accurate, and a person's destiny is by no means encompassed by Qi luck, those with such an anomaly are definitely not ordinary people.

"When you awakened, your gaze was momentarily blurred, then your pupils contracted, and your heart vibrated violently, to the point that your Qi and blood severed the heart meridian I had reconnected for you...

Then..."

An Qisheng released his palm, looking at Huangfu with a smile that was not a smile:

"What did you see?"

"I..."

Huangfu's voice was hoarse, his heart trembling, unable to speak.

Could he say it?

Those who observe Qi will not suffer backlash. Heaven and earth do not care about their prying, but once certain words are spoken, the chain reaction that occurs will inevitably place oneself in the midst of a storm.

How could he dare to say it?

Moreover, perhaps he had hallucinated in his daze?

"Cough cough! So it was Daoist who saved me?"

Huangfu opened his mouth and said, "In the future, as long as you have any requests, I will grant them all."

Even if what he saw earlier might have been an illusion, Huangfu felt that he should rather believe it than not.

If there was even a one in ten thousand chance that what he saw was real, he absolutely could not offend such a person.

Nor could he afford to offend him.

An Qisheng took a deep look at Huangfu, his expression subtle.

When Huangfu was unconscious, he had communicated with the Dao One Diagram, inquiring about Huangfu's information, and also saw his original life trajectory.

Required Dao power, ten points!

Huangfu (Forty-nine)]

Life trajectory: Born in the Jiufu Realm, Chizhou, Qingyun Prefecture, lost his parents in the chaos of war in his childhood, later joined the orphan army opened by Han Changgong, the director of the Qin Tian Observatory. His talent for martial arts is average, but his perception of danger is extremely strong. After learning the Qi Observation technique, he became Han Changgong's ninth disciple...

Because of his cautious personality and extremely strong perception of danger, he repeatedly escaped certain death, and was known as the shame of the Qin Tian Observatory...

In the two hundred and sixteenth year of Dafeng, after Han Changgong was defeated by the Dragon King Armor Master, he became the new director of the Qin Tian Observatory.

Later, he laid out a plan for the world, inciting disputes, and at the cost of decades of war, he deduced the Myriad Luck Qi Observation technique to its peak, finally deriving the Celestial Human Qi Observation technique, completely surpassing his master Han Changgong!

Finally, in the two hundred and fifty-sixth year of Dafeng, he walked out of his secluded cultivation, and with the power of the perfected Celestial Human Qi Observation technique, he challenged the Dragon King Armor Master. The battle lasted for eleven days and nights, affecting thirteen prefectures and seventy-two counties in the Northern Territory. Finally, in front of millions of people, he killed the Dragon King Armor Master!

He looked up to the sky and shouted three times, "My life is over!"

Afterwards, he died.

The first shot was his last.]

Techniques: Myriad Luck Qi Observation Technique, Dragon Snake Swimming Body Step, Heavenly Abyss Vertical Leap Technique, Greater and Lesser Zhoutian Movement Method, Great Forty-Nine Breath-Holding False Death Method...]

Consuming Dao power can comprehend the techniques and memories he has cultivated.]

The timid, cautious, and flattering ugly man in front of him was actually the future director of the Qin Tian Observatory, and even a peerless expert who killed the Dragon King Armor Master, one of the Eight Great Weapon Masters!

One can imagine how incredible An Qisheng felt.

"You're too polite, Lord Huang."

Turning his thoughts around, An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

After learning about Huangfu's life trajectory, the little killing intent he had originally had vanished without a trace.

It would be too much of a waste for such a person to die like this.

After all, this was the peerless genius who would develop the Celestial Human Qi Observation technique in the future.

He naturally had a great interest in this divine skill that could suppress the masters of celestial human divine weapons.

"Daoist, just call me Xiao Huang, why be so polite?"

Huangfu was somewhat flattered, but also a little baffled.

Why was this old Daoist suddenly so polite to him?

For a time, the two people who were shocked by each other were speechless.

Seeing this, Gui Xiaoer stepped out of the carriage, flicked his long whip, and urged the horse forward.

The carriage was silent, each with their own thoughts.

Finally, Huangfu struggled to get up, opened the curtain, and glanced at the night outside:

"Daoist, where, where are we going?"

"Naturally, we're going back."

An Qisheng collected his thoughts and answered indifferently.

"Going back?"

Huangfu was stunned: "Back, back where?"

"Naturally, back to where you should be."

An Qisheng replied.

"Ah?"

Huangfu felt a pang of tightness in his chest. After paying such a high price, he was going back?

An Qisheng looked at him, his eyes rippling:

"Is there something wrong?"

He naturally knew what Huangfu was worried about. When Huangfu was unconscious, he had briefly entered his dream and learned about his conversation with Xue Chaoyang.

He had many thoughts, and saw many things from their conversation.

If he were Xue Chaoyang, after killing all the martial artists who had come here, he would only need to push out the person cultivating the Soul-Seizing Demonic Art to extricate himself.

Who would be the one targeted and hunted down by both the imperial court and the martial world?

An Qisheng made it clear that he would definitely not take the blame.

Otherwise, he could forget about having any peaceful days.

Thinking of the scene of countless martial artists hunting him down, An Qisheng's killing intent towards Xue Chaoyang, the famous constable of the Six Doors, surged to its peak.

.........

The sky was bright, with not a cloud in ten thousand miles. Above the azure sky, three red suns adorned the sky, scattering millions of rays of light.

On the official road, with lush trees on both sides, the sound of hooves was rapid.

Martial artists with sabers and swords often galloped past, splashing mud and sand on the newly rained official road.

"Giddy up!"

Glancing at the fast horse passing by, Huiguo gently squeezed his legs.

"Aong'er, Aong'er~"

The little donkey howled a few times in dissatisfaction, but seeing that its master was unmoved, it shook its head, snorted, and slowly moved forward.

"Hahaha!"

The loud laughter behind him, which the sound of hooves could not cover up, flashed past.

Several strong men in tight clothes galloped past. One of them caught sight of the slowly riding donkey and couldn't help but laugh a few times.

"Third brother, don't cause trouble, it's important to hurry! That An Devil has appeared in the Huayan Mountains, if we're too late, I'm afraid it will be too late!"

Another strong man reprimanded.

"Big brother is right!"

The other strong men echoed.

The men sped past, their voices full of vigor. Even as the air howled, their voices did not dissipate, clearly showing that they possessed internal force.

"An Devil..."

Huiguo wiped away the mud splattered on his smooth chin, lost in thought.

"Big brother! Do you think it's a trick that the Six Doors suddenly posted notices in various cities, announcing the whereabouts of that devil?"

After passing the little monk from a distance, the third brother spoke again:

"If I discovered the whereabouts of that devil, I would definitely not tell anyone except for a few brothers."

"You're thinking too much!"

The big brother sneered and said:

"The Huayan Mountains are so vast, not to mention hiding one person, it would be difficult to find even if thousands or tens of thousands of people were hiding inside! If that Soul-Seizing Demonic Art is truly so magical, once that An Devil is given time, I'm afraid he will be a great enemy of the Six Doors in the future!

Weighing the pros and cons, does Xue Chaoyang not understand?"

"That's right! Big brother is absolutely right, the Six Doors probably want us to enter the mountains to find that devil for them, but Xue Chaoyang doesn't know that there are ten times more martial artists than their Six Doors' lackeys!"

Another strong man sneered:

"In the mountains, in the wilderness, my Kunshan Cai Clan may not be unable to snatch something from the fire!"

"That's right!"

The men laughed and spurred their horses forward.

"Huh?"

While galloping, the third brother's body suddenly shook out of the corner of his eye, as if he had seen something extremely incredible.

The other strong men's hearts also jumped, and they turned their heads slightly to look.

Behind them, mud and water splashed, and between the rolling waves of air, a little donkey came galloping, its speed so fast that it was several times faster than their horses.

While the men were still in shock, the little donkey had already caught up with them.

"Benefactors, which devil are you talking about?"

Huiguo blinked and asked.

"My goodness! Is this donkey a treasure donkey with the bloodline of some exotic beast?"

The third brother's eyes widened, and he looked at the little donkey under Huiguo, almost drooling.

The legendary exotic beasts, once they matured, were comparable to top-tier True Qi Realm experts, and their speed was comparable to the legendary dragon horse.

Its value was unimaginably high.

Immediately, he couldn't help but open his mouth:

"Little monk, will you sell your donkey?"

Although the other strong men felt that it was inappropriate, they thought that it wouldn't hurt to ask, so they didn't say anything.

Huiguo raised his head, and his clear eyes reflected the figures of the men:

"You want my donkey?"