Chapter 1 First Sense of Qi?

Am I a peerless genius...?

An Qisheng's heart was as calm as water. The movement of internal force wasn't just about controlling breathing and standardizing movements, but also about having a strong mind.

For An Qisheng, this was no problem at all.

The feeling of qi arose naturally.

It would be strange if he couldn't cultivate it.

Strands of heat spread from his abdomen, eventually reaching his entire body.

During this process, An Qisheng didn't discover any blockages in his meridians as described in martial arts novels.

But he wasn't surprised. Not only someone who had studied medicine like him, but any ordinary person would know that all the meridians in the body are connected.

Blockages definitely indicate illness.

"The meridians themselves are channels for the circulation of qi and blood. Using internal force to stimulate the blood and reach the whole body is how one achieves strengthening and health..."

With heat filling his body, An Qisheng felt a little lightheaded.

This was a martial arts system different from internal martial arts. The 'qi' that countless outstanding figures in Xuanxing had wanted to access for thousands of years was so easily accessed by him.

He couldn't evaluate the superiority of the martial arts of the two worlds, but based on internal force alone, he judged that this world's martial arts were uniquely blessed for nourishing the body.

"Internal force, internal force..."

While using his mind to circulate the methods of the Boy Art (Tong Zi Gong), An Qisheng focused more on exploring the origin of this internal force.

As he circulated it again and again, he gradually discovered a clue.

Everything in this world contains spiritual qi of heaven and earth, and humans are no exception.

The root of internal force is still spiritual qi.

Internal force can only be generated if spiritual qi exists in the human body, and internal force can only be nourished if spiritual qi exists in food.

"No wonder Tong Zhengyang thinks Potter's path is cut off... The source of all cultivation in this world is actually the spiritual qi of heaven and earth!"

An Qisheng's mind cleared.

The cultivation system of this world is rooted in the spiritual qi of heaven and earth. One part is in humans, and nine parts are in heaven. Without the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, no matter how high the talent, it is impossible to walk out of the future on this path.

However, many ancient books in Xuanxing have mentioned the word 'qi'. Are the two the same, or completely different?

If they are the same, then did spiritual qi of heaven and earth originally exist in Xuanxing, or did Xuanxing's history have traversers like Tong Zhengyang?

If it's the latter...

Huff!

Sip!

The candlelight in the room flickered.

An Qisheng performed the Boy Art movements over and over again, using his breathing to coordinate with the movements, guiding the internal force to circulate throughout his body.

As the internal force circulated, he gradually felt the emptiness being filled bit by bit.

Every part of his body was greedily absorbing the heat.

"Gurgle~"

It wasn't until dawn was approaching and his stomach was rumbling that An Qisheng slowly stopped.

He raised his hands to the level of his eyebrows, then slowly pressed them down to his abdomen. The strands of heat seemed to return to his abdomen with this pressure.

"Huff!"

He exhaled turbid air.

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, feeling that every bone and muscle in his body was comfortable and indescribably smooth.

It was a world of difference compared to yesterday.

"Using internal force to temper the body, the efficiency is probably much faster than me taking the medicinal cuisine from the training camp. It's truly uniquely blessed..."

An Qisheng quietly felt the changes in his body:

"It's a pity that this old Taoist's seventy years of internal force was taken away, and his foundation was also destroyed. It's like a bone with the marrow drawn out, a deflated ball. His body is completely empty, otherwise I could have picked up a bargain..."

Simply exhausting his internal force wouldn't naturally lead to him running out of fuel, but Kong San, that abandoned disciple of the Extreme God Sect (Ji Shen Zong), used extremely vicious methods, instantly draining all of his internal force and cutting off his foundation.

In a mix of shock and anger, he would collapse on the bed.

"Seventy years of Boy Art internal force..."

An Qisheng felt a little regret.

The old Taoist had cultivated for seventy years, and his external refinement had already reached the third level. He could be considered a master in the vicinity of Nanliang County.

But the thought only flashed through his mind, and he got up and got out of bed.

With the generation of internal force, his body also had strength. It was like having fillings in hollow bones, making them solid.

He didn't disturb the two little ones who were still sleeping, pushed open the door, and walked out.

On the first floor of the inn, although it was just dawn, there were already guests eating breakfast.

An Qisheng ordered a portion.

The food wasn't delicious. After all, spices were more expensive than gold in this world, and not just anyone could afford them.

However, An Qisheng wasn't picky and ate slowly and deliberately.

He ate very slowly, not to fully chew the food, but because he only had a few teeth left.

Thinking of this, he felt a little more disgusted with that Kong San from the Extreme God Sect.

Before his power was scattered, the old Taoist's teeth were still complete.

With the completion of external refinement, his physical strength wouldn't decline even at ninety years old. That's how unreasonable internal force is.

As the sky brightened, more and more guests came downstairs, and many people came in from outside to eat.

"Huh..."

An Qisheng's heart stirred, and he looked up.

It was a blue-shirted youth carrying a long sword. His appearance was ordinary, and he was a bit short, the kind who would disappear into a crowd.

This youth had martial arts skills.

The martial spirit of Jiu Fu (久浮) world was extremely strong, but not everyone could learn martial arts, just like there were many people studying in Xuanxing, but not everyone could go to Xuan University.

At least among the dozens of people in the inn lobby at this time, he was the only one.

The reason An Qisheng noticed him was because Wang Quan, the old Taoist's memory seemed to have a shadow of this person.

Seemed to be an acquaintance?

The blue-clothed youth slammed his long sword on the table with a 'pa' sound:

"Bring the food."

His attitude was indifferent, but the innkeeper's face changed, and he quickly brought him the breakfast that he was originally going to give to someone else.

A trace of gloom flashed across the face of the person who was cut in line, but he didn't say anything.

An Qisheng narrowed his eyes, these people seemed to be used to it...

The blue-clothed youth glanced at the innkeeper and said lightly:

"A pound of cooked meat, two pots of old wine, and another set of bowls and chopsticks."

"Yes, yes, I'll get them for you right away."

The innkeeper's face was full of smiles, and he quickly brought everything up.

At this time, a middle-aged man in short clothes walked in from outside the inn.

The middle-aged man carried a long knife, glanced at the lobby, and sat down opposite the blue-clothed youth:

"Brother Wang came early."

"Naturally, I have to be early to treat Brother Wei to dinner."

The youth smiled slightly.

The two picked up food and poured wine, ignoring the others.

An Qisheng concentrated slightly, and heard the two talking:

"Senior Zhao is dead... I don't know if it's true or false."

"It's a troubled time. Several masters in Nanliang County have suddenly run out of fuel. I don't know who did it."

"I heard that Daoist Wang Quan also..."

This was the middle-aged man sighing.

"Alas, I haven't seen the Taoist priest for a long time. I heard that the Taoist priest was bedridden half a month ago. I rushed over here as fast as I could, but I don't know who burned the Taoist temple down."

A trace of anger flashed across the youth's face:

"Those dogs of Dafeng don't care about killing and arson, and they still want to collect all the weapons in the world. It's simply absurd!"

"Brother Wang, keep your voice down!"

The middle-aged man's face changed, and he lowered his voice:

"Although Nanliang County is small, there may be secret agents from the Embroidered Uniform Guard (Jin Yi Wei). Be careful."

"They can do it, but I can't say it?"

The youth's face flushed slightly, and his voice suddenly rose:

"You're afraid of those dogs, but I'm not afraid!"

The faces of the guests in the lobby changed when they heard this, and many people quietly paid and left.

"Brother Wang!"

The middle-aged man secretly regretted it, he didn't expect this kid to still be a greenhorn.

Naturally, someone will step up to stop Dafeng from collecting weapons, whether it succeeds or not, what does it have to do with small figures like them?

"Brother Wei, don't blame me, I was just momentarily indignant."

The youth also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and got up and poured a glass of wine.

His eyes swept across and saw An Qisheng. He was stunned for a moment, and then asked tentatively:

"Taoist priest?"

With the guests quietly slipping away, An Qisheng, who remained, naturally stood out.

"You are..."

A strange color flashed in An Qisheng's eyes.

He only got part of Wang Quan's memories. Although he had some impression of this youth, he didn't remember him.

And his daoli (道力, Taoist power) was scarce, and he didn't want to waste it for nothing.

"You, aren't you Daoist Wang Quan?"

The youth got up suddenly, and walked to An Qisheng's front with some gaffe:

"I am Wang Bai. I met you once four years ago, and we had a pleasant conversation."

"So it's little friend Wang..."

An Qisheng pretended to be enlightened.

"Taoist priest, you, how could you be so old?"

Looking at An Qisheng's old appearance, Wang Bai looked worried. He clearly looked like he had suffered a great loss of vitality.

"Let's not talk about this."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, and glanced at the middle-aged man who was stunned in place.

"I am Wei Yu, I have met the Taoist priest."

Wei Yu stepped forward and cupped his hands.

He had never met Daoist Wang Quan, but he had heard of his name.

"Sit down and talk."

An Qisheng waved his hand, motioning for the two to come down.

Then he asked:

"You said that the other masters in Nanliang County have also encountered misfortune?"

An Qisheng couldn't help but be vigilant.

If another master in Nanliang County was killed in the past few days, it meant that Kong San was likely still not gone.

"Not only Nanliang County, but also Huayin County and Donglin County nearby, masters have also died one after another. They all ran out of fuel. If it was just one, it might be that they went crazy, but one after another are like this..."

Wang Bai looked solemn:

"I don't know which expert from the Demonic Sect came to cause such a massacre."

"In any case, this matter has alarmed the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Six Doors (Liu Shan Men), I'm afraid that the court's experts have already come to Ronghua Prefecture."

Wei Yu said in a low voice:

"Taoist priest, who exactly attacked you..."

"I don't know..."

An Qisheng shook his head.

In fact, the old Taoist didn't know who attacked him until he was sucked dry of his internal force. The reason he knew was because of the Dao Yi Diagram (Dao Yi Tu).

"You didn't see that person attack, or can't say?"

Wang Bai lowered his voice.

An Qisheng's heart suddenly moved, and then he said without changing his expression:

"Didn't see..."

"You really don't know?"

At this time, a low voice came from outside the inn.

At the same time that the voice fell, a figure was already standing at the door of the inn.

An Qisheng looked up.

The visitor's skin was as black as iron, his face was rugged, and his body was burly like a Tyrannosaurus Rex under his wide clothes.

Just standing there, it was as if he had blocked all the light coming in, and his aura was as heavy as a mountain.
Hu Die Lan