“Don't worry, just watch."

The soldier named Liu Zi nodded, turned, and trotted towards the yamen.

Liu Zi jogged into the county yamen, announced himself, and paced in the courtyard.

Although Nanliang City was small, it was fully equipped. The county yamen was also built with solemnity and dignity.

The uniform white stone slabs, the lifelike rockery, and the carved corridors all made Liu Zi afraid to look too much, yet he felt quite envious.

'The county magistrate is probably still in bed, embracing his beautiful concubine...'

Liu Zi's mind wandered.

A low footstep came from behind him.

"What did you find?"

A constable glanced at Liu Zi and asked indifferently.

"Reporting, Sir, it's like this..."

Liu Zi didn't dare to neglect and quickly repeated what Wang Tou had said earlier.

"Oh? A twelve-foot spear? A burly figure in a black robe, wearing a cloak?"

The constable frowned.

There was always the saying that in weaponry, "an inch longer, an inch stronger," but that referred to the battlefield. The martial world was different. A twelve-foot spear, not to mention the convenience of carrying it, would inevitably be at a disadvantage in a confined space.

Therefore, very few martial artists dared to use long spears, but those who did were often experts.

"Have you seen this person enter the city?"

The constable asked again.

"This..."

Liu Zi was stunned for a moment, not daring to answer easily. He racked his brains before saying:

"That person carried a twelve-foot spear and had an extraordinary aura. If he had entered the city, this subordinate wouldn't have forgotten... This subordinate has not seen this person enter the city!"

"You really haven't seen this person enter the city? You only saw him leave the city?"

Amidst calm and dignified words, Ming Tang stepped out of the courtyard, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Sir."

Liu Zi shivered and knelt on the ground, also somewhat hesitant:

"Reporting, Sir, this subordinate, this subordinate might have misremembered... You, why don't you go ask Wang Tou?"

"No need, you may step back."

Ming Tang waved his hand.

Nanliang City was still too small. For true experts, it was easy to come and go as they pleased. It might not be possible to rely on a few ordinary soldiers to keep an eye on them.

"Yes."

Liu Zi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly retreated.

The aura on this Sir was too strong.

"Sir?"

A constable asked hesitantly, "Should this subordinate go and keep an eye on that person?"

Ming Tang shook his head, his eyes flashing:

"Martial artists have always been unruly. If you go alone, there will inevitably be trouble."

"Then what do you mean?"

The constable was puzzled.

"I'll go myself."

Ming Tang glanced deeply at the constable:

"Before I return, anyone who makes a suspicious move is to be killed without mercy!"

......

In the wilderness, the accumulated snow had not yet melted, and some places had exposed the ground.

Under the high-hanging red sun, as far as the eye could see, there was a shimmering light.

An Qisheng carried his spear, walking unhurriedly in the wilderness, his expression calm, but in reality, he was constantly communicating with the spear and listening for its strength.

With each step, the spear in his palm vibrated with a 'wuwu' sound.

"Those constables from the Six Doors might also follow, but I don't know if Ming Tang will be alarmed..."

As he moved, An Qisheng's mind was racing.

Nanliang City was so big, the arrival of dozens of constables naturally couldn't be hidden from everyone. He naturally knew about it.

Not only did he know, but he also learned their purpose through dreaming.

"The people from the Six Doors are eyeing the Tianyi Duo Ling Jing (Heavenly One Spirit-奪經); even if I hand over the technique and show that I won't seize other people's internal energy, I'm afraid they won't believe it..."

An Qisheng was clear in his heart.

The Six Doors was not a place that would reason with people.

If he didn't want to confront the Six Doors like Kong San and be chased by the world afterward, he only had one way: to shift the focus of attention...

As thoughts ran through his mind, his feet did not stop, and he walked faster and faster.

Once the Dan (elixir) realm was formed, he was circulating his blood and qi, and mobilizing his internal energy whether he was walking, sitting, or lying down. As he ran, his whole body was filled with heat, and his internal energy was surging constantly.

When he saw Snake King Mountain in the distance, the blood and qi in his body had completely come to life.

He looked up.

His vision suddenly widened, and large mountains and rivers were like giant dragons coiling in front of him. The mountain range stretched endlessly from north to south, with many mountains and dense peaks.

"It's a pity that such a good mountain and river is used to hide dirt and filth."

An Qisheng's eyes shifted. The person speaking was twenty or thirty zhang away, but the voice sounded as if it was in his ear, revealing the person's profound internal strength.

In the distance, in the snowy wilderness, two tall horses walked up a gentle slope.

One red and one black, the two steeds immediately attracted An Qisheng's attention. The two horses were eight chi tall at the shoulder, their manes fluttering without a single blemish. Anyone who looked at them would know they were precious horses.

"Jiaoma (Flood Dragon Horses)..."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

The spiritual energy in the Jiu Fu (Long Floating) Realm was abundant, not only nourishing strange beasts, but also many types of horses.

Jiaoma was one of them.

Legend has it that Jiaoma possessed dragon blood, and their physique was strong and healthy. They could run two thousand li in a day and night.

You should know that ordinary horses could only run a few hundred li at most. If they didn't rest, they might even die suddenly.

How many times better were Jiaoma than ordinary horses?

Naturally, their price was incomparable to that of ordinary horses.

The value of any one of these horses was no less than the spear in his hand!

The woman riding the red horse wore a snow-white fox fur cloak and silver-white boots. A few strands of hair fell on her beautiful face with the wind.

On the black horse half a horse-length behind her was a handsome man with a tall and straight figure. He carried a long sword on his back, and his white shirt fluttered in the wind, making him indescribably dashing.

He was the one who spoke earlier.

"A cold iron spear of twelve feet, you have good arm strength."

The handsome man's eyes lit up, and he cupped his fist from afar:

"I am Dongmen Ruo from the Jishen (Extreme God) Sect. This is Junior Sister Zhao Yanyan from the Baiyue (Moon Worship) Manor. May I ask how you are called?"

"Jishen Sect, Baiyue Manor..."

An Qisheng's heart stirred.

These two sects were both famous sects in Da Feng. Especially the Jishen Sect, which had been faintly catching up with Huangjue (Imperial Awakening) Temple in recent years.

Thinking, he held the spear and cupped his fist:

"I am An Qisheng, a man of the mountains, with no sect or school."

"An Qisheng..."

The man and woman exchanged a look, neither of them having heard of this name.

"Brother An came here through the snow, holding a spear, with an aura of killing intent. Is it for the bandits in this mountain?"

Dongmen Ruo's eyes rippled as he asked again.

In his eyes, the man dozens of zhang away was burly, as majestic as a mountain, his spear resting on the ground, his aura extremely extraordinary.

"Young heroes, could it be that you are also here for the bandits in this mountain?"

Seeing the two approach on horseback, An Qisheng asked back calmly.

"Yes and no."

Dongmen Ruo shook his head:

"We have other matters here. We passed by this place and heard that there were fierce bandits entrenched in the mountain, so we came. It wouldn't take much effort to get rid of them along the way."

"I see."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, not surprised.

The young heroes of various sects all liked to 'act on behalf of heaven' the most. Slaying these bandits would give them fame and profit, so why not do it?

This Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan had powerful auras. At a glance, it could be known that they were already experts in the blood exchange stage. It would be easy to deal with some mountain bandits.

Listening to the few people's words, Zhao Yanyan frowned slightly and whispered a reminder:

"Senior Brother Dongmen, it's getting late."

"Junior Sister is right."

Dongmen Ruo smiled brightly and cupped his fist at An Qisheng:

"Since we've met, how about Brother An traveling with us?"

"That's exactly what I want."

An Qisheng was interested in these people, or rather, in the two major sects behind them. Hearing this, he naturally had no objections.

Snake King Mountain could be seen from here in the distance.

But "looking at the mountain makes the horse die." It was still more than ten li away from Snake King Mountain.

Declining Dongmen Ruo's invitation to share a horse, the speed of the three people and two horses suddenly increased. In just a moment, they arrived at the foot of Snake King Mountain.

"Hmm?"

Outside the forest, the three stopped. An Qisheng frowned suddenly, smelling a bloody scent.

"Eh?"

Zhao Yanyan, who had dismounted, let out a soft cry and said:

"Senior Brother Dongmen, there's a bloody smell ahead. It seems we're late..."

An Qisheng glanced at Zhao Yanyan.

This woman's senses were quite sharp...

"A bloody smell?"

Dongmen Ruo frowned.

He naturally didn't smell any blood, but he wouldn't doubt Zhao Yanyan's words.

Although Zhao Yanyan had not yet cultivated Baiyue Manor's secret Moon Worship Great Art, her senses were extremely sharp.

"Let's go, let's take a look."

Dongmen Ruo flung open the reins, moved his body, and stepped into the forest.

Jiaoma were as fierce as tigers and leopards. Leaving them here meant that ordinary people couldn't take them away.

"These mountain bandits are quite popular..."

Smelling the wafting bloody scent, An Qisheng shook his head inwardly.

He didn't expect that someone had already taken action before he did.

These young heroes were truly moral models...

Swish~

Walking into the forest and traveling dozens of zhang, the view opened up. Before a mountain path that could barely be called a road, more than a dozen mountain bandits lay dead, their limbs scattered everywhere, the stench pungent.

Dried blood mixed with the surrounding snow, congealing into red ice.

"That person's fist technique is very powerful, his style is unrestrained, and he's extremely ruthless..."

After looking at the extremely miserable corpses on the ground, Zhao Yanyan's face was not very good. Her senses were too good, and this scene caused ten times more impact than Dongmen Ruo.

Killing people was one thing, but why make it so bloody?

"Let's go."

Dongmen Ruo shook his head, his eyes deep:

"Let's see which hero is acting on behalf of heaven, or if it's a nearby turf war among bandits..."

Whoosh~

The three moved extremely fast.

As they stepped, they had crossed the mountain path and headed towards the mountain stronghold on the hillside.

Along the way, corpses lay everywhere. A group of bandits died miserably, either their chests were smashed, or their hands and feet were broken. Some even had their spines torn out.

The ruthlessness of the methods almost made An Qisheng think that he had done it himself...

"Be careful."

Dongmen Ruo's expression was solemn. Along the way, no less than a hundred mountain bandits had died, so it must have been an expert who had taken action.

An Qisheng gently rotated the spear in his palm and looked inside through the broken gate of the mountain stronghold.

He saw rivers of blood, scattered limbs, and piles of corpses in the mountain stronghold.

And in the wreckage like a sea of corpses and blood, a handsome little monk with fair skin and red lips was sitting cross-legged, wearing a moon-white monk's robe.