“Huff!”

After a long while, An Qisheng slowly exhaled a long breath, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.

The mental exhaustion fed back into his body, and An Qisheng felt a rare sense of fatigue after forming his Dan (core).

The use of the Soul-Seizing Grand Art (duo hun da fa) was extremely draining. If he hadn't simultaneously used hypnosis and guidance, he might not have succeeded.

Hoo~

Bai Xian'er was drenched in sweat, and almost fell to the ground as An Qisheng glanced at her.

An Qisheng reached out to support her and draped a garment over her.

Then, he pressed lightly on her body several times, his internal force erupting to realign her bones.

Here, it must be said that the physique of a martial artist is amazing. Even after suffering heavy blows, the body does not deform much.

With a gentle adjustment, her chest remained high and firm.

“Mmm…”

Bai Xian'er groaned and slowly woke up.

Her empty eyes blinked before regaining their original bright color.

An Qisheng stood by the bed with his hands behind his back, quietly observing.

This was his first time using the Soul-Seizing Grand Art, and he was quite curious about its effects. Would it be as magical as described?

The blurry vision slowly became clear.

Bai Xian'er struggled to get up from the bed, not caring that her beautiful body was exposed, nor was she surprised by the mess in the room. She looked at An Qisheng with joy and called out in a soft, tender voice:

“Grandpa!”

In her memory, when they met earlier and were about to fight, she suddenly recognized his identity.

This old Taoist priest was actually her long-lost grandfather, her only living relative.

Although she herself found it unbelievable, this feeling of ‘blood connection’ could not be mistaken.

“…Hmm, you are injured, don't get up.”

An Qisheng gently reached out and pressed her back onto the bed.

He was shocked by the strangeness of the Soul-Seizing Grand Art. The information he had edited completely replaced Bai Xian'er's own thoughts.

No matter how absurd, bizarre, or confusing this matter was, she would truly believe it.

“It's all Xian'er's fault for not only drugging Grandpa but also trying to break Grandpa's meridians.”

Bai Xian'er was still in shock. Fortunately, Grandpa was stronger than she thought and injured her instead; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The cultivation principle of the Great Sun Demon Sect (Da Ri Mo Zong) is to experience all emotions and then forget them, unlike the Hell Demon Sect (Di Yu Mo Zong), which is so ruthless and heartless that initiates must sever all worldly ties.

“Ignorance is bliss.”

An Qisheng felt a little strange.

One moment they were fighting to the death, and the next they were ‘loving grandparents.’ This was as strange as it could get.

Bai Xian'er truly believed it, but he himself couldn't quite accept it.

He had lived two lives and never had a child, let alone become a ‘grandfather.’

Bang!

The door was suddenly kicked open, and several people rushed into the room.

“You, you…”

Looking at the two people chatting and laughing and the mess on the ground, Bian You and the madam exchanged glances, both seeing the surprise and disbelief in each other's eyes.

The Great Sun Demon Sect had a bad reputation. Male disciples frequented brothels, adhering to the principle of passing through a sea of flowers without letting a single petal touch them, while female disciples were amorous but not devoted.

However, Bai Xian'er had always disliked contact with men. How could she be chatting and laughing with such an old ghost today?

“S-Senior Sister, you, you are…”

Bian You stammered, looking at An Qisheng as if he had seen a ghost.

“She and the Grand…Old Master are having a pleasant conversation. What do you want to do by bringing people here?”

Bai Xian'er glanced coldly at the people who rushed in:

“And you, when did you have the courage to barge into my room?”

“Miss Xian'er, please forgive us, Miss Xian'er, please forgive us.”

Bian You's face was unsightly and he remained silent, while the madam and the others who had rushed in ‘clattered’ to their knees, their faces filled with fear.

“Get out now!”

Bai Xian'er's beautiful eyebrows arched:

“Do you want me to do it myself?”

The few people were immediately frightened and scrambled out, only Bian You remained in place.

“Senior Sister, you are…”

Looking at Bai Xian'er, who was almost squeezing into the old Taoist priest's arms if he wasn't so composed, Bian You's face was uncertain.

If he wasn't confident in Bai Xian'er's martial arts, he would have almost thought that Bai Xian'er was being held hostage by the old Taoist priest.

“Senior Brother, I'm fine. You can leave.”

Bai Xian'er glanced at him indifferently, paused, and then said:

“Go to the sixth floor and bring all of our pills.”

“Ah?”

Bian You was completely stunned.

Under Bai Xian'er's increasingly cold gaze, he had no choice but to retreat in a hurry.

Bang~

Bai Xian'er waved her silk ribbon and the door closed.

At this time, she slowly got out of bed. Although the wounds on her body still ached faintly, she had recovered somewhat.

An Qisheng couldn't help but marvel at the effect of true Qi.

Whether in killing enemies, protecting the body, or healing injuries, true Qi was far superior to internal force.

“Master has a total of twenty disciples. I rank seventeenth. That was my Senior Brother, named Bian You. He has designs on me. I originally intended to kill him on this trip.”

Bai Xian'er picked up a piece of clothing from the bedside and draped it over herself:

“Grandpa, you are old, and your internal force seems to be depleted. I have secret pills from the Great Sun Demon Sect that can help you increase your cultivation.”

“What is the cultivation level of the Red Sun Dharma King (Hong Ri Fa Wang)?”

Compared to the pills, An Qisheng was more interested in the Red Sun Dharma King.

He was ranked very high on the weapon list and could be considered the second greatest expert in the demonic sects after Pang Wanyang, the Six Prison Demon Lord (Liu Yu Mo Zun).

“My Master…”

Mentioning this name, Bai Xian'er's face fluctuated slightly: “Ten years ago, my Master met the number one expert of the righteous path, the old bald donkey Yixiu of the Imperial Awakening Temple (Huang Jue Si). My Master attacked from afar and evaporated ten miles of the Great Dragon River (Da Long Jiang)…”

“Attacked from afar and evaporated ten miles of river?”

An Qisheng's eyelids twitched for a moment.

Ten miles seemed short, but in fact, on Planet Xuan, the world record for ordinary people was more than twelve minutes!

How exaggerated was it to evaporate ten miles of river?

It was simply a mobile, high-speed-launching nuclear artillery platform.

Even with his current speed, it would take him nearly a minute to run five thousand meters at full speed.

In other words, he couldn't escape if such a person attacked!

“But this is just a rumor. Xian'er didn't see that battle either.”

Bai Xian'er was not sure because she had not seen such a person attack herself.

It was just hearsay.

In fact, the Red Sun Dharma King was in seclusion all year round, and she had seen him only a handful of times.

Their martial arts were usually taught by their eldest senior brother, Duan Yunlong.

“Senior Sister.”

As they were talking, a knock came at the door.

After receiving permission, Bian You, with a face as black as iron, walked in carrying a small wooden box.

“Senior Brother, you've worked hard.”

Only then did Bai Xian'er show a smile.

An Qisheng shook his head inwardly, as if it wasn't you who said you were going to kill him just now.

His Soul-Seizing Grand Art was not fully mastered, and it could only affect a small area. It could not erase a person's entire intelligence like Tong Zhengyang's method. Therefore, Bai Xian'er was behaving as her true self.

“Senior Sister.”

Bian You held onto the box: “What exactly do you want to do?”

“That's none of Senior Brother's concern.”

Bai Xian'er flipped her wrist and snatched the box, her smile disappearing:

“I am in charge of this trip. This is Senior Brother's decree. You must remember that.”

“Bai Xian'er, very well, very well.”

Bian You's face changed several times. He glared fiercely at An Qisheng, and then stormed off.

An Qisheng naturally would not take him to heart. Instead, he turned to look at the wooden box Bai Xian'er was holding:

“This is…”

Bai Xian'er opened the wooden box, which contained many differently colored porcelain bottles. She smiled slightly and said:

“These are all secret pills from my Great Sun Demon Sect. This bottle is for treating external injuries, this bottle is for internal injuries, and these few bottles are for increasing internal cultivation. Taking one pill is equivalent to several months of hard work for an ordinary person…”

Bai Xian'er introduced them one by one, with the air of a little girl showing off her treasures to her grandfather.

An Qisheng's eyes lit up slightly.

The Six Prison Demon Sect was a top-tier sect in the world, and its secret pills were even more effective than the many pill formulas in Tong Zhengyang's memory.

Immediately, he smiled slightly and accepted the pills Bai Xian'er offered without hesitation.

He would naturally not be polite when it came to his rightful spoils of war.

.........

The sun was setting in the west.

In Ronghua Prefecture, a convoy was driving down the street, gradually approaching the City Lord's Mansion.

In front of the City Lord's Mansion, the Prefect of Ronghua Prefecture, the high-ranking official Du Hangong, led a group of people to greet them.

Mingtang stood side by side with Du Hangong, looking at the slowly approaching convoy with respectful expressions.

The Grand Feng Astronomical Observatory (Da Feng Qin Tian Jian) was responsible for observing celestial phenomena, calculating solar terms, and formulating calendars.

Its power seemed inferior to the Six Doors (Liu Shan Men) and the Embroidered Uniform Guard (Jin Yi Wei), but in reality, it held an extremely high position in the current Emperor's heart.

Because the Director of the Astronomical Observatory, Han Changgong, was the number one expert in the Great Feng Dynasty.

He was also a follower of the current King before he ascended the throne and wielded immense power.

“Is the City Lord's Mansion here?”

A calm voice came from inside the carriage.

“Reporting to the Lord, the City Lord's Mansion has arrived. Lord Du and Lord Mingtang are waiting to welcome you in front.”

The coachman respectfully responded upon hearing this.

“Mingtang, huh…”

A cold snort came from inside the carriage:

“Several months ago, this official predicted that this person would die, but I didn't expect him to escape that calamity? He has some luck, indeed…”

The convoy arrived in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

“We respectfully welcome the Fifth-Rank Astrological Officer of the Astronomical Observatory, Lord Huangfu.”

In front of the City Lord's Mansion, a group of people greeted in unison.

“Hoo~”

The carriage stopped.

“The sky is gradually darkening, and the luck is weakening. What kind of people has Ronghua Prefecture provoked, that their misfortune is overwhelming, and even official luck cannot resist it?”

A light exclamation came from inside the carriage, followed by a cold voice:

“There are still quite a few people in this world who are disloyal to the Emperor and unfilial to their parents.”

“Lord Huang?”

Du Hangong's heart trembled, and his attitude became even more respectful:

“May I ask what did the Lord see?”

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a middle-aged scholar stepped down from the carriage, treading on the ‘human stool’ kneeling on the ground, his sleeves fluttering:

“This official sees that a storm is rising in Ronghua Prefecture, and a killing calamity is sweeping over.”

“A killing calamity?”

Mingtang's heart trembled, and he felt a vague sense of fear.

“Where is Lord Xue?”

Huangfu looked around, his face cold:

“Lord Xue sent a letter to the Astronomical Observatory inviting this official to come. Now that he is not here, what is the meaning of this?”

“Lord Huang…”

Mingtang's heart ‘thumped’ once, knowing the quirks of the people of the Astronomical Observatory, he stepped forward with a bow:

“Lord Huang, please understand. Zhao Changlin of the Extreme Divine Sect (Ji Shen Zong) invited Lord Xue to meet him at the Southern Mountain (Nan Shan) of Ronghua Prefecture. He is not in the mansion at this time because he is not here to welcome you, Lord…”

“Zhao Changlin?”

Huangfu looked around, his gaze fixed on the south. His lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.

He simply turned around, his face suddenly becoming serious:

“Lord Ming, may I ask whose aura do you want this official to observe this time?”

“Did the Lord see something wrong?”

Mingtang's heart trembled, and he felt a sense of foreboding.

The Astronomical Observatory was the best at observing aura in Grand Feng and could even predict military strength and national fortune. This question made his heart sink.

Had this person seen something?