Chapter 1 Who Is Old?

Hoo-hoo-hoo~~~

On the official road, dust billowed for tens of feet. An old Daoist in white robes rode a horse, looking indescribably strange and incongruous.

Therefore, the moment this man and horse appeared, they attracted the attention of everyone present.

The tense atmosphere in front of the Xia Yi Gate was actually broken just like that.

"Who is this? Coming here at this time, what does he want to do?"

In front of the Xia Yi Gate, many martial artists looked at each other in dismay.

Of course, they could see that this old Daoist was old and frail, with weak internal strength. Looking at the martial world, he probably couldn't even be considered a third-rate fighter.

On the other hand, that red horse was full of vigor, exceptionally majestic and handsome. As it strode forward, running alone, it created the momentum of thousands of warhorses galloping together.

Even a top-grade jiao horse was no more than this.

It was truly a precious horse.

"Hmm?"

Feng Qingxuan, who had drawn his long saber half an inch, heard the urgent sound of approaching hooves and seemed to recall something. He loosened his grip, and the long saber fell back into its sheath.

"Am I late?"

An Qisheng indifferently swept over everyone present.

Without lingering on anyone, he looked directly at Yun Dongliu, who was in a corner of the wall covered in dust, surrounded by several people with drawn sabers, silently staring blankly like a fool.

He knew Yun Dongliu's original life trajectory, but he should have become demonized a year later.

Now it seemed that it was the changes he brought?

Leading to unpredictable changes?

Hee-hee-hee~

The red horse neighed loudly and stopped. The surging airflow scattered in all directions, scattering the dust and pushing away several people nearby.

After the Xia Yi Gate disciples subconsciously retreated, they wanted to step forward, but for some reason, when they saw the ordinary-looking old Daoist, they felt a burst of weakness in their hearts.

They hesitated to swing the sabers they were holding up.

An Qisheng didn't care about the gazes of the crowd. He dismounted, and with a flutter of his sleeves, landed in front of Yun Dongliu.

At this time, everyone saw that the old Daoist was actually holding a weak child.

A red horse, an old Daoist, and a child.

This scene made many martial artists in front of the Xia Yi Gate feel a sense of comical absurdity.

Only Yun Haitian, Wushuang, and Feng Qingxuan kept their eyes on An Qisheng. In the vaguest sense, the three of them seemed to feel a powerful force hidden beneath that aged skin that made them take notice.

It was as if a peerless ferocious demon was wearing human skin.

"D-Daoist Master?"

Yun Dongliu slowly raised his head. There was no agility in his dull eyes, only red tears flowing down.

His entire spirit had undergone earth-shattering changes.

The spiritedness of the past was completely gone, replaced by an emotion of despair and hopelessness.

"Soul-Seizing Great Art?"

An Qisheng's eyes swept across, and his spirit stirred slightly.

From the many aggrieved parties who came to the Xia Yi Gate to question them, to Yun Dongliu's attack on Yun Haitian, to Yun Haitian's retreat of the woman in red, to Feng Qingxuan's visit, everything flowed smoothly through his mind.

Naturally, he couldn't miss when Yun Dongliu was secretly attacked.

But this Soul-Seizing Great Art was actually a secret martial art of the White Lotus Demon Sect…

"It's not a big deal."

An Qisheng put down Sun En, whom he was holding, and handed him to Yun Dongliu:

"Take care of this child for me."

His voice was calm, but it carried an incomparably gentle spiritual aura, easily soothing Yun Dongliu's wounded heart.

Yun Dongliu only felt a warm current rising in his heart, as if sunlight was breaking through the darkness. His body shook, and he regained some strength.

He looked up with a complicated expression at the old face in front of him, and a sudden impulse rose in his heart:

"As long as I live, the child lives."

"Good!"

An Qisheng patted his shoulder, stood up straight, and said faintly:

"Leave the rest to me!"

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, with no intention of deceiving or boasting, but everyone who heard these words subconsciously believed them.

Then they realized it and were horrified.

This person's persuasiveness was extremely strong, and they had unknowingly fallen for it.

Who was this old Daoist?

As soon as he opened his mouth, no one would think he was just an ordinary old man.

But in the world, there had never been a master without a background. How could such a powerful persuasiveness be unknown?

Buzz~

As An Qisheng stood up straight again, countless gazes changed.

It was just a negligible action, bending down to put down the child and then standing up straight.

But in their eyes, an indescribable vigorous essence burst out from that decaying body, surging upwards like substantial wolf smoke.

The world seemed to become extremely hot all of a sudden, and many people couldn't help but sweat, as if being roasted by a large furnace.

In an instant, his temperament changed drastically.

He still looked old, but his temperament had undergone earth-shattering changes.

Like a divine dragon soaring from the abyss, a golden-winged roc spreading its wings.

The sudden change in aura stunned everyone.

Any master of martial arts had their own unique will, the strong will that defined their heart, that could not be changed by the sun, moon, heaven, earth, or stars!

It was just that the expression might be different.

An Qisheng usually nurtured his body and clarified his mind, but that didn't mean he was a kind person.

Not in the past life, not in this life, not on Xuanxing, and certainly not in this Everlasting Floating Realm!

Just like the peerless giant demon in a storybook who had put on human skin, once the human skin was shed, it was time to reveal its infinite brutality!

"This person…"

Not far away, Wushuang's pupils shrank.

In the White Lotus Heart Sutra she practiced, the 'spirit' was the most important, so she was most sensitive to everything external.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the world had become brighter, and the already hot air had become even hotter.

The strength of the newcomer's 'spirit' made her feel unbelievable.

Yun Haitian's 'spirit' was already incredibly strong, but the newcomer's 'spirit' was actually so powerful.

Were these old guys all so strong?

She knew that the strength of the 'spirit' was closely related to martial arts and physique. It wasn't that the longer one lived, the stronger one's 'spirit' would be. On the contrary, the 'spirit' would wear down as the body decayed.

How could these old guys each have such strong 'spirits'?

To affect so many people with one's 'spirit,' even causing them to feel changes in the heavens, this level had almost exceeded the realm of qi channels.

In her perception, the old Daoist was like a blazing sun, emitting unimaginable light and heat.

The aura around him was surging and stirring, with five colors flowing and ten colors intertwined, unbelievably brilliant.

She had never felt this way on anyone before.

"Soul-Seizing Great Art…"

An Qisheng's eyes swept over the crowd and fixed on Wushuang, who was standing outside the group in a red dress that fluttered like a fairy.

He walked closer at a leisurely pace, feeling calm.

Da~ Da~

The low, crisp sound of footsteps, like drumbeats, rose in the hearts of many people.

They only felt that an invisible aura had enveloped this world. Each time the footsteps sounded, their heartbeats would vibrate with them, as if each step was stepping on their hearts.

This sense of dislocation made them feel so uncomfortable that they wanted to vomit blood.

During the past month of rushing, he had not been lazy at all, and had even been more diligent than before.

On the passenger ship on the Da Long River, he condensed the Heart and Lung Meridians, exhaling like a sword, and his qi and blood rose again by a great deal, taking another step beyond the limit of his physique.

During the days of chasing in the mountains of Liang Province, he swallowed all the medicinal pills. After many days of tempering, he not only connected the five internal organs, but also connected the meridians of the limbs, torso, eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and so on.

Now, only the last meridian remained to enter the brain, and his qi channels would be complete.

His control over his physique, true qi, and even the subtle aspects of his spirit had reached an unprecedented peak.

As he moved his feet, the ripples caused by the invisible force spreading out had already allowed him to know the location, strength, hostility, and even every move of everyone present.

A true all-round, no-dead-angle perception.

"An Qisheng! Blood Demon An Qisheng!"

Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the crowd, and someone guessed An Qisheng's identity.

Second on the Earthly Ranking.

Blood Demon An Qisheng, the owner of the Spirit-Seizing Demon Art!

The hearts of everyone present shook violently. Before Feng Qingxuan started this turmoil, this man had stirred up a great storm in the martial world.

The deaths of five or six masters who had condensed qi channels and had been famous for many years, such as Xue Chaoyang, Tuoba Chongguang, Feng Zhendong, and Yun Tang, had supported his title as second on the Earthly Ranking.

Almost no one present had seen him, but there was no one who hadn't heard of his name!

"Second on the Earthly Ranking? Blood Demon An Qisheng…"

Amidst the changing expressions of the crowd, only Feng Qingxuan's eyes lit up slightly, and under his raised cloak, his slender fingers had already gripped the long saber.

As An Qisheng stepped forward, with his overwhelming aura surging, he finally felt the opportunity.

"To think that a decrepit old man would have such an aura…"

With his black robe fluttering, Feng Qingxuan's eyes seemed to burn with flames.

As the long saber at his waist moved inch by inch, an extreme aura of sharpness rose from his body, as if to soar straight above the clouds.

"What a pity…"

Feng Qingxuan's long hair fluttered, and as the flames seemed to flicker, endless surging saber light burst forth with his voice in an instant:

"You're too old…"

Rumble!

The sound of the saber roared like thunder!

The dazzling saber light, as bright as the sun, tore through the sky in an instant. The airflow, stirred and torn by endless sharpness, let out a wail like the roar of dragons and tigers, then wrapped around the saber light like streams of air.

With one saber strike, everything within a hundred feet was filled with brilliant light. Even the many martial artists who were closely watching this scene felt a blur before their eyes and could no longer see anything.

As soon as the brilliant saber light rose, rolling gusts of wind and air stirred up endless dust.

Countless martial artists felt a chill between their eyebrows, as if an extremely sharp edge was about to pierce their eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel horrified.

Such saber light was almost divine!

With one saber strike, Feng Qingxuan felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

In this strike, all his thoughts, spiritual intent, and courage were released to the greatest extent.

This was almost the strongest strike he had ever made in his life!

He looked up.

He saw that dozens of feet away, the old Daoist in white robes, bathed in the saber light, suddenly stopped amidst the crisscrossing blades.

Then, he stepped down and thrust out a palm!

Boom!

The heavens and earth shook, as if ten thousand dragons were turning over.

Amidst the roaring and surging airflow, accompanied by earth and stone dragons rising into the sky!

Boom!

Feng Qingxuan's pupils shrank, and he only felt that at the moment the old Daoist stamped his foot, his heart seemed to explode at the same time!

In a moment of恍惚, he only felt that heaven and earth had disappeared before his eyes.

Then, a door that stood tall and connected to the heavens, infinitely high, containing vicissitudes, antiquity, remoteness, majesty… as if all the magnificent words in the world would not be out of place, suddenly appeared before him.

Almost at the same time, an unprecedented crisis suddenly erupted in his heart.

I will die!

I will die!

In the overwhelming sense of crisis, Feng Qingxuan's spirit burst forth, and his long saber, with its undiminished momentum, soared like a dragon again.

At this moment, he only felt his heart infinitely elevated, and his physique, internal strength, true qi, the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, and his spirit reached a high degree of harmony at this moment!

Spirit!

Spirit!

At this moment, such a word naturally arose in Feng Qingxuan's heart.

He only felt that the realm he had been pursuing for many years, the one he had dreamed of, was getting closer and closer, almost within reach!

Rumble!

But in the next instant, a huge sound like thunder exploding in his heart completely awakened him.

Feng Qingxuan finally changed color. In that palm print, which was not very powerful, there seemed to be the most incredible power in the world, and it had already broken through the air.

Wherever it passed, the air fled in fear!

"You!"

Feng Qingxuan's hair stood on end, but in the surging airflow, he couldn't even utter half a word.

He could only watch helplessly as his saber light, which exuded infinite sharpness and was enough to kill any Qi Channel master, shattered and flew under the horizontal push of that palm.

Then, with an irresistible and domineering posture, it pushed down horizontally.

At a speed that seemed slow but was actually unimaginably fast, it slammed into his chest with a bang.

Bang!

In that instant, Feng Qingxuan felt power!

An unimaginable force burst out from that palm. In just an instant, it shattered his true qi, his qi channels, and all his defenses.

I haven't used the Demon Blade Slash yet.

I haven't used the War Demon Heart Sutra yet.

I haven't broken through the Divine Meridian yet.

I haven't taken charge of the Six Prison Demon Sect yet.

I haven't reached the top of the world yet.

I…

Too much unwillingness, too many distractions, too many ambitions, aspirations, and courage, all vanished at this moment.

Turning into a scream that resounded through the sky.

Bang!

Feng Qingxuan's large body was lifted off the ground, like a straw in the wind, and in an instant, it had flown out more than ten feet.

In the instant of flying, the sound of exploding tendons and bones rang out like a string of firecrackers.

Before landing, he had already spewed out viscous, mercury-like blood.

Under the gazes of countless shocked and bewildered eyes, Feng Qingxuan crashed to the ground after being thrown more than thirty feet.

Boom!

The earth within a few feet of his landing point collapsed, and the smoke and dust that splashed up seemed to spread inch by inch.

Amidst the still-surging gale and airflow, An Qisheng stood upright with his arms retracted, his voice as calm as smoke:

"Who did you say was old?"