Chapter 1 The Moment of Slaughter

The moment the door was kicked open, the hall was filled with whistling air currents.

Boom!

Before his words could land, An Qisheng stomped his foot, and the violently rolling air currents rang out like a string of firecrackers.

In an instant, the rapid air currents in the hall rose, mixed with the night wind pouring in, sweeping across the entire hall.

Bang!

As he stepped forward, he flicked his arm, his fist piercing towards Zhao Hongxuan in front of the coffin like a spear!

"You!"

Zhao Hongxuan was shocked, wanting to say something, but the raging air currents twisted his face, preventing him from uttering a single word.

Too fast!

Too fast!

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and the terrifying killing intent of the raging air currents was already rushing towards him, causing his heart to tremble and his breathing to quicken.

I can't take this punch.

Zhao Hongxuan's mind trembled, and a sense of crisis arose.

At this moment, his cruel side was revealed. The moment the fist wind swept over him, the hand he had placed on the coffin suddenly exerted force, and his inner power spewed out wildly.

Rumble!

Wood chips flew everywhere!

The coffin was instantly shattered by An Qisheng's punch, and the cold, stiff corpse spun and flew several meters away in the swirling air currents, overturning the furnishings in the hall.

"Ah! Zhao Hongxuan, you beast!"

The old woman's eyes were tearing apart, and she lunged towards her son's corpse, uttering a shrill and venomous curse.

But Zhao Hongxuan could no longer hear the old woman's angry curses.

Amidst the wood chips and air currents flying all over the sky.

A fist had already pierced through and heavily smashed onto his arms, which he had raised to block.

Bang!

The sound of cracking bones echoed throughout the hall, and Zhao Hongxuan coughed blood and flew backwards, sent flying into the air.

At this moment, he also saw the appearance of the attacker.

White hair, a black Daoist robe, and a cruel killing intent on his old face.

"Wang..."

Zhao Hongxuan's pupils shrank, and the word, along with blood, spewed out:

"I have a secret..."

But An Qisheng did not hesitate at all, and the impact of his step forward did not stop in the slightest.

Fist leading the elbow, elbow leading the shoulder, body and mind moving together, force erupting in unison.

Whoosh!

The blood mist spewed out by Zhao Hongxuan had not yet dispersed, and the syllable he uttered was still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

An Qisheng had already caught up!

Fist to the chin, elbow to the chest, body turning, Bajiquan (Eight Extremes Fist) Iron Mountain Lean!

Rumble!

With a crash, Zhao Hongxuan's eyes bulged out instantly, and blood spurted out of his seven orifices like arrows.

Crack~~

Amidst the dense sound of bones shattering like rain hitting plantain leaves, Zhao Hongxuan's body slammed into the wall.

Bang!

The wall shook, the blue bricks shattered, and cracks spread like a spider web.

His body was actually embedded in the wall by this impact!

"Heh heh~~~"

Zhao Hongxuan struggled in vain, and all his unwillingness dissipated with his last breath.

"I don't need it..."

An Qisheng retracted his fist and stood upright, responding indifferently.

And only at this time did the old woman embrace Zhao Qiandu's corpse in her arms.

Seeing this scene, she immediately laughed miserably:

"Haha! Haha! Retribution, retribution! Zhao Hongxuan, you harmed so many families and caused them to be destroyed, now it's finally your turn!"

An Qisheng stood indifferently, without taking action again.

Because in the ruins of the hall, the old woman, hugging her son's corpse, had already lit the hall on fire. The rising flames engulfed the flying paper figures and drowned her figure.

"Retribution, it's retribution!"

The shrill screams of an owl echoed in the sea of fire.

"Fire! Fire!"

"The young master's hall is on fire!"

"Quick, put out the fire!"

The fire snake, accompanied by billowing smoke, was finally discovered.

Dozens of guards patrolling outside the inner courtyard turned pale and ran towards the inner courtyard.

"The desire to survive is indeed strong."

At the edge of the sea of fire, An Qisheng stood with his hands down, looked at the sea of fire, and said indifferently.

He had a deep understanding of the human body, and he could tell the state of life and death at a glance. The old woman in the sea of fire was not dead yet.

To be able to come up with such a method in such a short period of time, this old woman was also a ruthless character.

If he hadn't been cautious, he would have been deceived by her.

"Ah! You, you demon, demon!"

The old woman's screams came from the flames.

She finally couldn't resist the licking of the fire snake, and her whole body danced in the sea of fire.

It wasn't until the screams became inaudible and disappeared that the guards who came to put out the fire rushed into the inner courtyard, and he jumped up and disappeared into the night.

He didn't leave. After crossing the inner courtyard, he turned his steps and headed towards the Zhao family's treasure vault.

Having entered Zhao Qiandu's dream, he not only had no sympathy for the Zhao family, but also knew most of their secrets.

For example, the location of gold and silver jewelry.

After turning over the backyard, it was the small courtyard where Zhao Hongxuan lived.

The small courtyard was lined with the residences of Zhao Hongxuan's many concubines.

At this time, seeing the fire, the candles were also lit in this courtyard.

An Qisheng flashed his body and had already arrived at Zhao Hongxuan's bedroom. He reached out and pushed, breaking the bolt and entering the room.

"Who is it? Master? What happened outside? It's so noisy?"

As soon as he entered the room, a soft and delicate voice came from the bed behind the screen.

Pfft~

An Qisheng took a step forward and flicked a pebble he had picked up on the road, stunning the woman.

He opened the secret room in the bedroom with ease.

He pushed the door open and entered, and his eyes were immediately brightened by the golden light.

"It's truly a case of red wine and meat rotting behind vermillion gates, while frozen corpses lie on the road."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, bent down and swept away all the gold and silver, ancient secret books, and even some collected sharp weapons.

He turned and left.

.......

Squeak~

As the sky was about to dawn, Chen Asi pushed open the door, rubbed his sore back, and prepared to start his day.

He really wanted to rest, but he couldn't.

Young children, a seriously ill wife, and elderly parents were all pressing on his shoulders, and he couldn't relax.

He gritted his teeth and walked into the cold wind.

Suddenly, he seemed to step on a stone, staggered, and almost fell into the snow.

"What's this?"

Chen Asi scratched his head, turned his head and looked, and was stunned: "Silver, silver taels?"

Under the threshold of his house, there was actually a silver ingot!

He saw it very clearly, even the patterns on the silver, and the frost condensed on it.

This was silver.

He had seen it countless times while working as a waiter in the inn.

He pounced on it almost like a thief, clutching the silver in his hand.

The biting coldness pierced his palm, but his heart seemed to be burning with fire.

Bang!

He closed the door.

"Cough cough! Brother Si, are you, are you in a lot of pain? Then, then take a break today, cough cough."

On the bed, a yellowish-faced woman struggled to sit up.

"Juan, you, look."

Chen Asi carefully spread out his palm.

"Asi, you, where did you get the silver?"

The woman was stunned.

"No matter where it came from, you, your illness can be cured."

Chen Asi's vision blurred:

"I, Chen Asi, have never done anything bad in my life. This time, I did. No matter who the silver belongs to, I won't return it..."

The same thing.

Happened to the poor families throughout Nanliang County.

Some were overjoyed, some knelt and worshiped the gods, some shed tears, some were worried, and some were frightened...

And all of this,

An Qisheng, as the initiator, didn't care.

He believed in the wisdom of these ordinary people who struggled in the market, and they would hide this little bit of silver well.

And even if it was discovered, it was not a large amount of silver, and it would not arouse the greed of others.

It wouldn't be a case of doing a good deed that backfired.

"Unfortunately, this is just a temporary solution."

In a small courtyard, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the fading stars in the sky through the open window, and sighed softly in his heart.

Jiufu Realm has been in constant war for many years, and perhaps it doesn't affect the many inland counties, but the exorbitant taxes will not be reduced by half.

The vast majority of people, including upright martial artists like Wang Quan, lived in poverty.

Hard work, even not having enough to eat, and selling children were not uncommon.

Zhang Haohao and Jiang Tingting were sold by their biological parents, and as a result, their adoptive parents couldn't afford to raise them either. They were miserably sold into a den of thieves for the second time. Wang Quan happened to see them, and they avoided the fate of having their hands and feet chopped off and being thrown on the street to beg.

The silver he scattered was a lot, but compared to the poor in the world, it was very little.

Even the poor in the entire Nanliang County couldn't be helped at all.

He knew that this was the fault of the system, and even the world, and one person couldn't turn it around.

"Just a mere local tyrant could accumulate so much money..."

After sighing softly, An Qisheng began to calculate his spoils.

The wealth of the Zhao family surprised An Qisheng.

Seven thousand taels of silver notes, one hundred taels of gold, and more scattered silver than that, almost filling a large box.

Of course, the most were some IOUs and indentures, which he burned clean with a fire.

But what he got was only one-tenth, or even one-hundredth, of the Zhao family's total assets.

The real bulk was still the shops and fields. Zhao family occupying half the city was not just talk.

But this was not something he could interfere with.

Unless he formed a force, these things would only circulate among the many gentry, one family falling and another rising, again and again, endlessly.

For tens of thousands of years, such things had happened countless times.

After putting away the silver notes and gold, An Qisheng took out a few ancient books and lined them up in a row.

*Twelve Linked Saber,* *Black Tiger Saber,* and *Heqi Gong (Harmonious Qi Skill)*. The latter two were the martial arts that Zhao Hongxuan learned, which were similar to Wang Quan's nameless boy skill.

These three secret books were all yellowed, obviously having been passed down for a long time.

Opening them, there were many annotations with obviously different handwriting, indicating that they had been passed down through several generations.

Buzz~

While reading the classics, rays of light flashed through his perspective.

There was indeed Dao power left on these yellowed, handed-down ancient books.

Glancing at the jumping Dao power, after looking through these three secret books one by one, his Dao power had accumulated to forty-four points.

Most of which was provided by the *Twelve Linked Saber*.

"This Dao power is not the spiritual power I thought it was, but the most essential wisdom of a person..."

An Qisheng was thoughtful, and then connected to the Dao Yi Diagram:

"Search for information about Kong San..."