Chapter 1 A Warrant of Arrest

A warrant of arrest, disseminated by the imperial court's powerful intelligence network, quickly spread throughout the seventy-three prefectures of Dafeng, reaching thousands of cities and countless counties.

In an instant, it was like pouring oil on a raging fire.

An Qisheng, already famous, instantly became a hot commodity in everyone's eyes.

The Great Revitalizing Pill and the Divine Meridian Manual were one thing, but they were even offering a custom-made divine weapon.

Not only were wandering martial artists and small to medium-sized sects tempted, but even experts from some of the larger sects were envious.

"Warrant of arrest..."

Inside the Righteous Gate, An Qisheng held a yellow paper in his palm, a ripple flickering in his eyes.

Having comprehended the spiritual realm of sensing danger and avoiding it, he no longer cared about being hunted. Even the Divine Meridian of this world did not frighten him.

His fearlessness allowed him to be unrestrained.

He was slightly surprised. He had thought that after killing Yang Ling, Zhao Changying, and others, the imperial court would send those Divine Meridian experts to deal with him.

He did not expect to receive this warrant of arrest instead.

In an instant, he thought of many things.

Numerous thoughts arose in his mind, and various possibilities emerged, only to be dismissed one by one. In a short time, he had guessed several possibilities.

The first possibility was that the Golden Wolf Royal Court and Dafeng were about to go to war, and many experts were restraining each other, unable to easily act.

The second was that the imperial court wanted to use him as a knife to cleanse the martial world.

These two possibilities were not difficult to guess after he had obtained a lot of information.

But he thought deeper.

From entering the dream of Chi Wuti, an expert from the Zhuān Lún Temple, he learned that the Golden Wolf Kingdom wanted to start a war this time, and it was mostly the Golden Wolf Royal Court that insisted on it.

Did they really want to start a war?

Or did they want to use the excuse of war to do other things?

Such as cleansing the martial world.

Unlike the chaotic martial world of Dafeng, the Golden Wolf Royal Court respected the Zhuān Lún Temple.

But what was the same was that the martial world was a great danger to the imperial court.

Or rather, Zhuānlún Wang, the Grand Master ranked fourth on the Weaponry Index, who possessed the Great Heavenly Zhuānlún Art, was an even greater danger to the Golden Wolf Royal Court.

"Old Brother?"

Seeing An Qisheng pick up the wanted order and fall into deep thought for a long time, Yun Haitian couldn't help but call out.

"It's nothing."

An Qisheng came back to his senses.

"Is Old Brother worried about this wanted order?"

Yun Haitian frowned:

"The imperial court's move is too vicious. Even if it were me, I'm afraid I would have no way to deal with it."

Yun Haitian saw through it.

With An Qisheng's current martial arts, there were few opponents in the martial world. Apart from the Divine Meridian experts of the top sects, few could defeat him.

Even if thousands or tens of thousands of wandering martial artists came, they would not be able to kill An Qisheng.

With his speed, no one could catch up with him.

But as the saying goes, people die for wealth, and birds die for food. With such a generous reward from the imperial court, it was easy to imagine how many people would be tempted.

In this world, there was no shortage of self-proclaimed extraordinary people.

They always thought that what others could not do, they might be able to do.

And once those people came, this old brother's temper would probably lead to a bloodbath.

He was kind, but he never hesitated to speculate about others with the greatest malice.

In his opinion, if the situation really reached that point, the imperial court would definitely block the masters from Huangjue Temple, Jishen Sect, Zhengang Dao, Da Longmen, and Wanjian Villa from leaving their mountain gates.

If so, it would inevitably be the beginning of a new round of martial arts catastrophe.

"The wanted order is dispensable. I care, but not too much."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, his eyes deep.

He naturally understood what Yun Haitian could think of.

He gently tapped the table and said lightly:

"I'm just curious, isn't the imperial court afraid that I will make another breakthrough, kill my way to the capital, and chop off the head of that Prince Feng?"

"Old Brother, be careful with your words."

Yun Haitian smiled bitterly, "I know Old Brother has grievances, but that Prince Feng, not to mention you can't kill him, even if you could, I'm afraid the world would be in turmoil again, and the people would suffer."

The Dafeng Dynasty's power was unmatched among the nations. At the Nantianshan Assembly, they fought one against three without losing ground. If not for the defection of some martial artists, they might have even won a great victory.

In recent years, as Dafeng's national strength increased, there were more and more people who wanted to assassinate the king, but Prince Feng was still safe and sound, which showed his methods.

"They are certain that I can't break through."

An Qisheng couldn't help but sneer.

Having entered the dreams of many martial arts masters, including masters from major sects and powerful forces like Lan Da, Zhao Changlin, Huiguo, Xue Chaoyang, and Tuoba Chongguang, he naturally knew something about the Divine Meridian.

In the martial arts of Jiu Fu Realm, achieving Great Accomplishment in Blood Exchange was considered to have glimpsed the doorway, and condensing True Qi was considered to have entered the hall.

But the most difficult part was still the formation of Qi Meridians and the forging of Divine Meridians.

The difficulty of forming Qi Meridians was self-evident. It was extremely complicated and arduous, and the slightest mistake would make it impossible to improve.

But compared to forging Divine Meridians, this difficulty was nothing.

There were at least ten thousand Qi Meridian experts among the various nations, but there were not even thirty-six Divine Meridian Grand Masters on the Weaponry Index.

This was because the nations were secretly hiding some, but even if they were not hiding, the number would not be much different.

One had to know that the Divine Meridian had a lifespan of three hundred years, and this number also included old antiques like Yixiu of Huangjue Temple, who had lived for nearly three hundred years.

After three hundred years of accumulation, there were only fifty, which showed how difficult the Divine Meridian was.

"Divine Meridian..."

Yun Haitian sighed softly, his face somewhat desolate.

He had been famous for sixty years, and had been trapped before the Divine Meridian for sixty years. It would be a lie to say that he had no obsession.

He picked up his teacup and gently blew on it, saying, "Some say that I am the closest person to the Divine Meridian, and if I had not been injured, I would have already been promoted to the Divine Meridian. This is both right and wrong."

"I would like to hear the details."

An Qisheng's eyes flickered slightly.

Although he understood the Divine Meridian, Yun Haitian had been trapped before the Divine Meridian for sixty years, so he naturally had his own unique understanding.

"When the Qi Meridian reaches Great Accomplishment, a person interacts with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Over time, True Qi gradually develops spirituality. This spirituality is none other than martial arts..."

Yun Haitian said slowly:

"Spirituality will not come from nothing. Only when we martial artists practice a martial art to the pinnacle can spirituality be born in True Qi!

Feng Qingxuan's Demonic Saber Slash has already developed spirituality. With a single slash, it is as if it has life. Even with his eyes closed, a casual slash can break through the enemy's flaws..."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

He knew this, and he also knew that Feng Qingxuan had developed spirituality in this Demonic Saber Slash, while Yun Haitian had developed spirituality in nine martial arts, including the Righteous Qi Long River Art, the Hero King Demon-Slaying Saber, the Flowing Cloud Tread Snow Art, and the Myriad Wave Shocking Palm!

If he hadn't intervened, Yun Haitian would have been seriously injured and on the verge of death when he faced Feng Qingxuan, and the end result would only have been mutual destruction.

Even Wushuang would have been killed together.

This could be inferred from the fact that Yun Dongliu's target of revenge was the Scarlet Devil Sect, not Feng Qingxuan and Wushuang.

"But besides that, there is one last step."

At this point, Yun Haitian's expression became slightly solemn: "The Divine Controls All Spirits, and must withstand the test of heaven and earth..."

"This step is also called the Astral Soul Leaving the Body!"

"Astral Soul Leaving the Body..."

An Qisheng murmured to himself.

Astral Soul Leaving the Body was when one felt that one's 'spirit' was strong enough to leave the body.

At that time, Qi would interact, and as the magnetic field changed, there would be thunder to strike you and fire to burn you.

Only by resisting could one have the possibility of stepping into the Divine Meridian. Otherwise, one would die and disappear.

In fact, if he had a physical body, with his current physique, as long as it was not a series of thunder seas, a few lightning strikes would definitely not kill him.

But when the spirit left the body, without the protection of the body, only the martial arts that had developed spirituality could be used as a means. How dangerous was it to resist thunder?

With a sound of thunder, one would probably be scattered.

"Yes, Astral Soul Leaving the Body..."

Yun Haitian's eyes were a little dazed:

"It is rare for people to resist lightning strikes, but over ten thousand years, various methods of avoiding tribulation have been passed down. Among them, the most well-known and effective is to forge a divine weapon!"

Divine Weapon, Divine Weapon.

It was originally a weapon wielded by 'gods'!

An Qisheng's eyes flickered, and he recalled Kong San.

This abandoned disciple of the Jishen Sect did not lack martial arts to practice after defecting. The existence of the Soul-Seizing Demonic Art also allowed him to do without pills and resource assistance, but in the end, he still joined the Six Prison Demon Sect...

Therefore, his lips moved, and he said the last sentence that Yun Haitian wanted to say:

"It's a pity that over tens of thousands of years, the strange spiritual objects in the world that can forge divine weapons are already very rare, and most of them are in the hands of many major sects and powerful forces..."

........

The extreme north of Dafeng's border, an extremely cold place.

Gusts of wind swept across the sky, scattering snow. In this extremely cold world, the visibility was also extremely low. Even ordinary people could die if they walked in it.

But in this harsh world, a group of people trudged through the snow, advancing against the knife-like, biting wind.

The group was dressed in black, carrying longbows and sabers, wading through the half-person-high snow, but their speed was extremely fast.

Their thin clothes fluttered in the wind and snow, but the people were silent like iron and stone.

In this dimly lit, snow-covered world, the group traveled hundreds of miles before slowly stopping.

They looked into the distance.

Beneath the boundless howling wind and snow was a continuous, endless chain of towering mountains. In front of the mountains was a calm, deep lake.

The lake shimmered, and in this snow-covered, harsh, and cold place, it did not freeze at all.

Whoosh~~~

By the lake, the group stood still, snow covering their bows and sabers.

None of them spoke, remaining silent.

They looked at the vast lake, and under the fluttering snow, a small boat suddenly floated out from the mountains.

The small boat sailed leisurely in the snow, rippling layers of waves.

On the deck, a person in a straw raincoat held a fishing rod, fishing, and was indescribably leisurely, as if integrated with this mountain and snow lake.

"We pay our respects to the Dharma King!"

Seeing the person coming in the small boat, the group on the shore knelt down on the ground, burying their foreheads in the deep snow.

The person who came was none other than the Red Sun Dharma King, who had been fishing on this lake for twenty years.

"Good beast, you hide so deep!"

An ordinary voice landed from the wind and snow, and everyone felt their hearts burn, and the surrounding cold seemed to disappear in an instant.

It was as if this voice contained a strong Yang Qi.

"Dharma King..."

The group's bodies shook, and they couldn't help but look up.

They saw a red sun rising on the lake, breaking through the snow. The entire lake surface instantly steamed with mist, as if it had been boiled by the red sun.

From across tens of miles of lake surface, a heat wave rushed towards them, instantly dissipating the snow on everyone's bodies, and even drying their wet clothes!

Roar~~~

Then, a roar like a cow and a tiger, but louder than a cow and more powerful than a tiger, roared out from under the rolling, boiling lake surface.

"What?!"

The group's hearts pounded wildly.

They saw in the rolling, cloud-like mist, as the small boat rose into the air, a huge figure as dark as ice was pulled out of the lake by the thin fishing line!

Beneath the huge head was a body that was ten zhang long! (approximately 33 meters)

The beast's head was like a camel's, its horns were like a deer's, and its beard was ten zhang long. It was roaring in anger, its voice shaking the sky, and the waves rose along with it.

Across the sky, on the small boat that was like a fairy ship, the person in the straw raincoat, whose body shone like the rising sun, laughed loudly:

"Good beast, in twenty years, I have captured you nine times and released you nine times. If you don't surrender this time, I will pull out your dragon tendons, peel off your snake scales, and roast you to eat!"

In the endless light and heat, the ice dragon struggled several times, stirring up thousands of water dragons, unwilling to submit, and angrily resisted.

But no matter how hard it struggled, stirring up waves on the lake for several miles, it could not shake the thin fishing line. In the end, it was pulled into the clouds.

Only a sad and despairing roar of unwillingness remained.

Roar~

In the roar of the dragon, the small boat fell and slapped on the lake surface.

Everyone raised their eyebrows and looked, only to see the wind and thunder howling.

The person in the straw raincoat walked on the dragon through the wind and snow, gradually moving away:

"I already know about this matter, you may leave!"