Chapter 1 The Martial Arts Homeland

Cang City was a famous martial arts town in Da Xuan, the origin and development of many boxing styles.

Whether in terms of fame or other aspects, Cang City's martial arts halls were far superior to those of Xing City.

Within the Cangzhou Martial Arts Hall alone, An Qisheng discovered the spiritual imprints left by no less than fourteen Huajin Grand Masters!

"This trip was not in vain..."

Amidst the exhibition stands of the martial arts hall, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

In his perspective, the fourteen newly added spiritual panels shone brightly amidst a field of starlight!

These fourteen panels corresponded to the most memorable things in the lives of fourteen Huajin grandmasters, encompassing Tiger's Roar Golden Bell Shield, Ancient Gate Mind Intent Fist, Military Eagle Claw Hand, Tiger Fist, Bear Fist, Drunken Fist, Dragon-Tiger Capturing Hand, advanced Military Physical Training...

From hard qigong to external styles, from external to internal styles, from practice methods to killing techniques, from footwork to secret techniques, a total of more than seventy different boxing styles' cultivation methods!

Counting the martial arts master panels he had intentionally or unintentionally collected over the past year.

He had already mastered the panels of twenty-four Anjin masters, nineteen Huajin masters, one Baodan master, and three Jian Shen masters, including Mu Longcheng!

It could be said that the most quintessential martial arts of Da Xuan, and even the entire world's martial arts community, were now completely laid out before him.

"Perhaps this is the limit..."

Although his mind did not feel as swollen as before, An Qisheng felt a sense of clarity in his heart.

Everything had its limits, and any grandmaster who had reached the pinnacle of their boxing art possessed a strong personal will in their techniques. Excessive exposure would only affect his own Dao.

The reason he hadn't completely delved into Wang Honglin's boxing intent was for this very reason.

With his current mental strength, he could not bear such a heavy boxing intent.

Seeds needed rain, but excessive watering would prevent them from sprouting.

However, it was enough.

After digesting so many panels and boxing techniques one by one, his accumulation would surpass that of any other boxer in the world!

........

On the border of Yunmian, in a remote mountain forest, nestled beside a lake, was a classically decorated manor.

Red walls, yellow tiles, large stone lions, tall gate towers, and imposing, serious-looking guards.

Everything displayed the status of its owner.

"Wang Anfeng..."

On the top-floor balcony of the manor, Miao Xiu threw away the fragments of his cell phone, muttering to himself.

He was tall and burly, with a ruddy complexion devoid of wrinkles, showing no signs of being an old man over seventy years old.

"The man whose head was blown off by a sniper rifle in that video is very likely to be Senior Brother Miao Quan..."

Not far behind Miao Xiu, several young men stood with their hands down, respectfully listening to the old man speak.

The speaker was a similarly robust young man.

"Miao Quan deserved to die."

Miao Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant mountain scenery, a trace of recollection flashing through his indifferent expression:

"He entered the Tiger Gate at the age of nine, and reached Anjin at twenty-one. How much effort did I put into that? But this useless thing killed thirty-seven people for a mere woman, making it impossible for me to speak up for him..."

"If he dared to come back this time, even if no one else took action, I would have killed him to clean up the sect!"

"Teacher..."

The faces of the young men all twitched, and they couldn't help but slander in their hearts, as if the person who had been erupting with anger just now wasn't you.

"For martial artists like us, dying in battle is normal, but to be killed by firearms..."

Miao Xiu said softly, his aged voice devoid of joy or anger:

"It's not very dignified, would you agree?"

"Yes..."

"What the teacher says is true."

"Not dignified, not dignified enough..."

The old man's tone slowed down, but the young men became more and more nervous, knowing that the teacher's anger was at its peak, and they reluctantly echoed him.

"Then what do you think should be done?"

The old man slowly turned his head, took two steps forward, and walked into the living room.

His steps were light and silent, and as he walked, the faces of the young men turned pale, as if they were seeing a tiger descending the mountain, looking around with majestic power.

"The Wang family of the Demon Capital has had a military background for generations, and Wang Zhixuan is a martial arts genius comparable to Gu Changsheng, backed by the Demon Capital Martial Arts Association. We cannot act rashly..."

After a moment of silence, the robust young man who had spoken first couldn't help but speak up.

"Miao Xiong is right."

Miao Xiu nodded slightly, glanced at the robust young man:

"Miao Quan deserved to die. In principle, I shouldn't offend such a powerful enemy for such a wretch..."

Miao Xiong's body trembled as if electrified, and he lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"But, I always feel a little uncomfortable in my heart."

Miao Xiu sighed softly, a trace of dimness flashing in his eagle-like, sharp eyes:

"That disciple who used to surround me like you, calling me master, the disciple I taught by hand for more than ten years, whom I originally hoped would support me when I got old. Just like that, his brains splattered, and he was beaten to death on the road."

"Teacher!"

"Teacher, don't be sad, this disciple will go to the Demon Capital and take that Wang's head!"

"Teacher, I will go and kill that Wang Anfeng!"

Hearing Miao Xiu's words, the young men could no longer hold back and all stepped forward.

"Forget it, I can't bear to send you to your deaths for a wretch."

Seeing the disciples surging with enthusiasm, Miao Xiu felt a bit disheartened.

He waved his hand, telling the disciples to leave.

"Teacher..."

The young men looked at each other, not daring to disobey their teacher's orders, and could only retreat.

"Is a tiger that has had its teeth pulled, claws removed, and limbs bound still a tiger?"

In the empty room, he sighed softly, and long-sealed thoughts resurfaced in his mind.

After standing for a long time, he reached out and picked up the landline on the table, dialing a number:

"Brother Mu, it's me..."

........

Outside the Cang City Hotel, a red supercar was parked on the side of the road.

"Wow! This car is really beautiful!"

The security guard on duty looked at it with envy.

He didn't know much about cars, but any sports car was something unattainable for him in his entire life.

"Hey, this car seems to belong to Boss Liu..."

Another security guard with sharp eyes saw at a glance who the young man in a suit holding a purple wooden box who got out of the car was.

"Who is this person?"

The other security guard was a little surprised.

"Liu Jiangxin, the boss of Cang City Logistics Company, is less than thirty years old and already has a net worth of over one hundred million."

The two security guards whispered to each other.

Liu Jiangxin didn't care. He looked at his watch, calculated the time, and quickly walked towards the hotel.

He was there to deliver a package, and it was a package with strict delivery time, with huge compensation for late delivery.

Inside the hotel, he went into the elevator without paying attention to others and stopped on the sixth floor.

*Whoosh!*

*Whoosh!*

A low-pitched whistling sound came from afar.

"What's that sound?"

As soon as Liu Jiangxin entered the corridor on the sixth floor, he frowned.

The soundproofing of the Cang City Hotel was first-class. Even if there was a party in the room, it couldn't be heard from the outside. Where was this sound coming from?

He flashed a question in his mind, but didn't think much about it and walked towards the address.

But as he got closer to the address, the sound became louder and louder, until he stopped and was shocked to find that.

This sound was coming from the room he was going to.

"The door isn't locked, come in."

He was about to ring the doorbell when he heard a voice from inside the door.

*Click~*

He turned it gently, and the door was indeed unlocked.

And as the door opened, the sound suddenly increased tenfold, like a low thunder mixed with a hurricane howling, and he could even feel the oncoming wind.

He couldn't help but look up.

In the center of the room, in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, a young man in a white tracksuit was sitting cross-legged with his back to him.

That seemingly thunderous sound seemed to be coming from his body.

And the howling that was blowing the floor-to-ceiling windows, shaking and trembling, was actually his breathing!

"Put the thing down."

The 'thunder' and 'howling' gradually stopped, and a calm voice came.

"Mr. An, right? Your thing, you need to sign before I can leave."

Liu Jiangxin was secretly surprised, but he didn't forget what he had to do.

While putting down the Zitan wooden box, he took out the express delivery form and asked An Qisheng to sign for it.

"Mm."

An Qisheng replied softly and stood up.

Liu Jiangxin only felt a blur in front of him. He had been staring intently, but he didn't see how that 'Mr. An' stood up.

"Okay."

After handing the signed express delivery form to the express delivery brother, who seemed to be very well-dressed, An Qisheng picked up the Zitan wooden box, a hint of a smile on his lips:

"It's finally here."