Chapter 14 On the City Walls of Fengdu

The city walls of Dafeng towered a hundred feet high. Looking out, the horizon seemed endless, the clouds almost within reach.

Beneath the walls, countless pedestrians, merchants, and martial artists were awestruck and shocked.

Above the walls, many soldiers peered down, their expressions tense, their bodies stiff. Yet, not a few had fire in their eyes, their chests filled with killing intent.

"Ah!"

From the top of a pavilion in the city, Liu Yanchang watched An Qisheng ascend the city walls and roared to the sky, filled with indignation and unwillingness.

Ten days ago, including himself, everyone had thought this old Taoist was overestimating himself, courting death.

But in just ten days, this old Taoist had traveled six thousand miles, broken through their encirclement, and ascended the walls of Fengdu before the eyes of thousands!

What he trampled upon was not just the city walls.

It was clearly the laws of the court, the dignity of the court!

But even if he was angry, even if he was unwilling, he could not stop the fact that what was done was done.

There was no more chance.

With such combat power, no one in Fengdu City was his match.

And even if there was someone who could fight.

How could they dare to fight such an unscrupulous, ferocious person in Fengdu City?

An Qisheng seemed oblivious to the outside world.

Since ascending the walls of Fengdu, his spirit seemed to have undergone some strange transformation.

The improvement of his state of mind and spirit was not like the absorption of spiritual energy or the circulation of internal energy, but something more mysterious.

But at this moment, he felt the transformation of his spirit.

Like a rounded golden core, like a newborn child, lively and full of vitality, it seemed that it could break free from his body at any time with a single thought.

Rumble!

As soon as the thought arose in An Qisheng's mind, he seemed to hear deafening thunder.

This was not real thunder, but a warning from his heart.

But the warning from his heart also proved that he now had the qualifications to undergo the tribulation of thunder with his Yin Shen (astral spirit) leaving his body.

As his thoughts turned, his gaze fell on Cao Tiangang.

Whoosh!

Cao Tiangang did not fall even in death, his disheveled hair dancing in the wind, his tattered clothes bloodstained.

The old eunuch had fled decisively on the snowy plains, but standing on the city walls, he seemed to have no intention of retreating.

An Qisheng felt something and looked past the clouds and sky toward the royal city behind the towering bronze statue in the city:

"Is it because of him..."

Ten thousand people formed an army, and ten million people formed a country. The territory of Dafeng was not much smaller than the entire Xuanxing, with a population of over a hundred million.

How strong was the fate of such a country?

At a glance, he only felt the flow of light and shadow, ten thousand fortunes forming a dragon, the majestic aura displaying the supreme royal power to the world.

Anyone proficient in qi observation would be in awe.

In his perception.

In the royal city, there seemed to be an indifferent gaze, as if someone was watching the city walls.

That person's aura was lazy, like a dragon coiling under the fate of the country, indifferent yet majestic, sacred and cold.

He knew that the owner of that gaze was the current Feng King, the ruler of the seventy-three prefectures of Dafeng, the master of more than a hundred million soldiers and civilians.

The owner of Dafeng's "family business."

"Feng King..."

A ripple appeared in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes. The Feng King was not within his range of perception, so he could not form his imprint or observe his fate.

However, as early as three months ago, when Cao Tiangang and Liu Yanchang besieged the Red Sun Dharma King, he had already gained a very deep understanding of the Feng King through Cao Tiangang and the others.

In the vast royal city, apart from the old eunuch hiding in the depths of the palace, whom he had vaguely guessed to be a Divine Meridian when he entered Xue Chaoyang's dream.

This Feng King had also forged a Divine Meridian!

This Feng King was the son of the previous Feng King in his old age. At that time, the crown prince's power had already matured, and he had no intention of ascending the throne. Instead, he loved martial arts and often traveled in the martial world.

He was intelligent and had many opportunities. He had already forged a Qi Meridian before he ascended the throne. After ascending the throne, he lived in seclusion for decades, and no one knew his depth. But Cao Tiangang and others naturally knew that the Feng King had already forged a Divine Meridian and could live to three hundred years.

He was only sixty years old this year and still had more than two hundred years of life!

Of course, what was more important was that there was a Celestial Divine Weapon hidden in the Dafeng Royal City!

Because of this, he had ambitions, not only wanting to collect all the weapons in the world but also wanting to unify the world!

Unfortunately, because of that Celestial Divine Weapon, neither the current Feng King nor the old eunuch who was said to have followed the Dafeng Ancestor could take action.

He had always held a heart of walking on thin ice and acted with courage and diligence.

Since he dared to come to Fengdu, he would naturally not know nothing.

Screech!

In the sky, an eagle's cry pierced through the clouds.

In the flowing wind and clouds, a golden eagle swooped down hundreds of feet and then sped away.

At the same time, an arrow pierced through layers of clouds and shot straight at the city walls!

Clang!

An Qisheng casually pinched the arrow and raised his eyebrows. He saw a figure in black fluttering on the back of the golden eagle that was speeding away.

"Han Changong..."

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, recognizing the person on the golden eagle's back.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind seemed to rise on the city walls. All the soldiers felt a blur before their eyes, and the old Taoist had disappeared without a trace.

"He... he just left like that?"

The soldiers stood there blankly, and it took a long time before they came back to their senses.

Thump!

Many soldiers' legs went weak, and they fell to the ground. Only then did they realize that their clothes inside their armor were sticky and wet, soaked in cold sweat.

.........

Smash!

On the towering Star Plucking Platform, a white jade teacup was crushed.

The many eunuchs standing quietly around trembled and knelt on the ground, their hearts filled with fear.

"Very good, very good..."

The Feng King lowered his eyes, his face as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but his voice was extremely cold.

His heart was boiling with killing intent, and he was also shocked.

He never expected that an old Taoist who, according to intelligence, had not yet forged a Divine Meridian, would be so terrifying.

Not only did he break through the Red Jiaojun's blockade, but he also killed Yang Lin, Cao Tiangang, and Ji Chonghua in succession.

Especially Ji Chonghua.

He was his confidant from his days as a prince, his true confidant, and even his only friend.

If he hadn't always been extremely shrewd, he would have already been unable to restrain himself from taking action.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger."

Beside the Feng King, a thin and handsome eunuch suppressed the grief in his heart and bowed down.

His name was Yu Tian, he was Cao Tiangang's junior brother, and he was in charge of the Western Depot.

However, because the Western Depot was responsible for guarding the royal city, its reputation was not obvious.

As he bowed, he waved his hand behind him.

The eunuchs kneeling all over the ground carefully and quickly retreated.

"Eunuch Yu, why are there so many unfilial people in the world?"

The Feng King gently rubbed his brow, his voice a little bleak:

"I give them a superior status, allow them to 'rob the rich and help the poor' and not bow to officials, yet they still dare to despise the laws of the court and defy my will!"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"

Yu Tian bowed slightly, answering respectfully: "With a sharp blade in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally, let alone possessing such martial power? It has been like this for thousands of years, Your Majesty need not be too angry..."

Yu Tian's expression was respectful, and his voice was soft and gentle but not shrill.

It carried a gentle meaning, making people feel like a spring breeze.

The Feng King's brow relaxed.

He naturally understood this principle.

Compared to ordinary people, martial artists possessed too much power.

Not to mention Divine Meridians and Qi Meridians, even those who had completed the Great Accomplishment of Blood Exchange were all overlords of one side.

Possessing martial power that others could not match, would they still be willing to endure poverty?

When delicacies, gold, silver, jewelry, and beautiful women were all within reach, only needing to kill a few ordinary people that you could crush with your bare hands, how many could be content and abide by the law?

For thousands of years, the martial world and the imperial court had been incompatible and opposed to each other. If the court followed their wishes, it would be fine, but if it did not, there would inevitably be wars.

The Dafeng Ancestor was originally a large gang that dominated the states two hundred years ago?

Wasn't it just that he saw the end of the dynasty and the rise of heroes, coveted the artifacts of the country, and then raised troops?

"What the Ancestor said is true! These martial artists will always be a scourge if they are not eliminated..."

The Feng King slowly opened his eyes, his gaze cold.

For thousands of years, dynasties had changed, and without exception, those martial gangs that dominated a region had risen in the chaos. The Dafeng Ancestor had started in this way, so how could he not be clear about it?

Because ordinary people, even thousands or tens of thousands of them, could never stop a hundred cavalry charges of the Red Jiaojun. The only ones who truly possessed the power to rebel were the many martial gangs, large sects, and great schools.

The ones who could replace Dafeng would never be those ordinary people!

Therefore, he would target the martial world.

Collecting weapons was only the first step, destroying martial arts was his ultimate goal.

A trace of coldness arose in the Feng King's heart.

That day was not far away...

"What Your Majesty says is true..."

Yu Tian responded respectfully, paused, and gently gritted his teeth and asked:

"His brother was killed, should this matter be told to our teacher?"

"Hmm?"

The Feng King raised his eyebrows, and anger finally appeared on his face:

"Do you know what you are saying?"

Thump!

Yu Tian knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold floor:

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, your servant spoke without thinking..."

Whoosh!

The Feng King waved his sleeves, his gaze cold as he looked at Yu Tian:

"Your teacher still has important matters to attend to and cannot be disturbed, you, step back!"

"Yes!"

Yu Tian put away the trace of grief on his face, slowly raised his head, bowed, and stepped back.

"Wait a moment."

The Feng King's face returned to calm. After stopping Yu Tian, he paused and said:

"I will not forget this hatred, but now is not the time."

"This servant understands."

Yu Tian's voice paused:

"This servant thanks Your Majesty for his brother's kindness."

"Go."

The Feng King waved his hand and looked again at the bronze statue standing in the sea of clouds.

His laws and dignity were trampled upon, three of his ministers and even his only friend were killed.

No one wanted to take action more than him, and no one had a stronger killing intent.

But now was not the time...

.........

Boom!

The air currents rolled, blowing up thick snow.

The Golden Eagle King spread its wings and left, seemingly greatly frightened, not daring to stay at all.

And Han Changong, dressed in black, slowly landed on the roadside.

Looking at An Qisheng, who was sitting cross-legged under a tree in the distance, holding a spear across his lap.

An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows and glanced at Gui Xiaoer, who was thrown aside by Han Changong:

"The Supervisor of the Directorate of Astrological Affairs, Han Changong? What is the reason for you to lead me here?"

"I am Han Changong, greetings, Daoist."

Han Changong's expression was calm, he waved his sleeves, and cupped his hands:

"I have come here for no other reason than for the Daoist's life!"