Pei Tu Gou

Chapter 221 Wang Quan? Wang Quan!

Chapter 1 A Thousand Piles of Snow Swept Up by the Gale

A biting gale whipped up a thousand piles of snow.

Amidst the wind and snow, An Qisheng gazed towards Zhong Province.

As his eyes opened and closed, he seemed to sense an indescribably intense aura.

Zhong Province, Fengdu, was the most prosperous and vital land of Da Feng.

If Huangjue Temple was the place where the fortune of Liang Province converged, then Zhong Province was where the fortunes of the seventy-two provinces, countless prefectures, and counties of Da Feng gathered.

And that Fengdu was the center of this gathering, the heart of the strongest nation in the world.

Its aura was as heavy as a star, as passionate as a coiled dragon.

Even from six thousand miles away, he could feel the weighty national fortune, borne by tens of millions of people across a vast territory.

"God, god, god..."

Looking up at the dome of the sky, An Qisheng murmured to himself.

His physical body had reached the Great Accomplishment of Seeing the Divine. His qi had completed a Grand Circulation, flawless and perfect. By this point, all the gains he had made traveling between the two worlds had been completely absorbed by him.

Nourishment from internal force, true qi, and heaven and earth spiritual energy; the change of blood; the embrace of the elixir; the control of Seeing the Divine and Imperishable – by this point, he had completely brought his physical body to the pinnacle known in both worlds.

Whether it was the grandmasters of Xuanxing throughout history, or the grandmasters of Jiufu Realm throughout history, none would surpass him in terms of pure physical body.

This, he knew very well.

What stood before him now was only 'God.'

With a thought, his body followed, slowly moving forward, like a mountain shifting.

Whoosh!

The Frost Serpent dove down, its enormous dragon claws reaching down to grasp the three large iron boxes, then soaring into the air.

This Frost Serpent was more than ten zhang long and weighed over two hundred thousand jin. Naturally, grabbing iron ingots weighing just over a thousand jin was nothing to it.

"Daozhang, Daozhang! Take me, take me with you!"

The little monk, Liu Ming, who was clinging to the dragon's horn on the Frost Serpent's head, kept shouting.

Whoosh!

The wind and snow blew, scattering his voice in the long sky.

Looking down, he saw that the Daoist had already stepped into the wind and snow, walking further and further away.

He held a long spear upside down, pacing slowly.

Beneath his fluttering Daoist robe, his figure seemed loose and relaxed, yet as he carried the thousand-jin long spear, he did not leave even a single footprint behind.

Just like that, one man and one spear, heading straight for Zhong Province.

The little monk watched. He was clearly stepping slowly, every move elegant and immortal, but in his heart, he only felt that with every step he took, he was as heavy as if he were carrying a mountain on his back.

Lightness and heaviness coexisting, yet indescribably smooth and natural.

Is this what it means to be important?

The little monk had such a thought in his heart, filled with longing.

A true man should be like this!

........

Amidst the wind and snow, An Qisheng strode forward.

His mind was tranquil, everything seemed to be sedimented beneath his sea of consciousness, the events of the past flowing beneath his sea of consciousness without causing a ripple.

Walking on foot was, perhaps, the best way to cleanse one's heart.

Between the vastness of heaven and earth, one walks alone, as if heaven and earth coexist with oneself, and there is nothing else besides.

Since coming to the Jiufu Realm a little over a year ago, his progress in martial arts from both worlds had been faster than anyone could imagine. Now, he might as well slow down his pace.

Fast and slow, tight and loose, are all part of the scenery.

Neither can be missing.

His mind was loose, but his spirit was tight.

As he paced, his mind seemed to split into countless pieces, those entering dreams entering dreams, those deducing martial arts deducing martial arts, those contemplating contemplating, those tempering their body and spirit tempering their body and spirit, even resting and sleeping.

Well-organized, advancing side by side.

His skill had reached this point, yet he was far beyond the state of entering deep sleep during exercise. Sleep had been completely stripped away from him.

He was awake at all times, and asleep at all times.

"Amitabha."

Before he had walked for long, a gentle Buddhist proclamation suppressed the whistling of the wind and snow, echoing in An Qisheng's ears and heart.

An Qisheng did not stop, still pacing, raising his eyebrows to look.

In the distance, beside the road where the wind and snow had stopped, an old monk sat cross-legged.

That old monk was very, very old, so old that at first glance, he seemed like a city wall that had experienced the ravages of time, or an old tree full of wormholes, with all its branches and leaves fallen.

But in An Qisheng's eyes, the old monk sat cross-legged, like a great Buddha sitting cross-legged in a temple, surrounded by incense smoke.

Not a Buddha of the Nine Heavens, but a Buddha of the human world, not a Buddha who has transcended the world, but a Buddha of the mortal world.

His aura was as majestic as a mountain, and as he sat cross-legged, the wind and snow between heaven and earth seemed to disappear.

The Great Dao was empty, yet it gave people the illusion that there was no way to go.

At this time and place, there was no need to say who could give him such a feeling.

"Master has finally shown himself to meet me."

An Qisheng was not surprised.

In fact, as soon as he stepped into Huangjue Temple, the two of them had already known of each other's existence.

However, if he did not show himself, An Qisheng would naturally not take the initiative to look for him.

Just as if he didn't want anyone to see him, no one could find his trace.

The old monk's old eyes were very cloudy, looking at An Qisheng who was pacing towards him, he couldn't help but sigh softly:

"Even now, this old monk finds it hard to believe that a person's physique can be so tyrannical."

Heaven, earth, and man.

Between heaven and earth, one walks alone.

In his perception, the aura and blood energy of the Daoist in front of him had become so tyrannical that it was unbelievable.

In other words, at this glance.

Only heaven and earth could compete with him for presence, and everything else in the world seemed less remarkable than him alone.

"Master's divine intent is also earth-shattering."

An Qisheng finally stopped, looking at the old monk nine hundred and ninety-nine zhang away, and couldn't help but admire him.

Just as mountains and rivers have always been there, some see trees, some see flowers, some see birds, beasts, insects, and fish, but only a few can see the true colors of the mountains and rivers.

Just like this old monk, some see him as old and dying, some see his skin loose, his face full of wrinkles, and his skin covered with age spots.

But in his perception.

It was a vast, empty, and heavy divine intent as vast as the sky.

Had his divine intent reached this point, how much stronger was he than the Red Sun Dharma King?

Even if his Horizontal Training was just beginning to take shape, and with a divine weapon in hand, his combat power was far stronger than when he was in the Killing God Meridian, he was not confident that he could defeat this old monk.

A peerless expert who had cultivated for nearly three hundred years, the leader of the righteous path ranked third on the Weaponry List, the Killing Arhat of Huangjue Temple, Yixiu.

The old monk sighed softly:

"It's just living a few more years, nothing remarkable."

After a few greetings, An Qisheng said indifferently:

"Master, what is the purpose of your visit?"

"Nothing else, just want to see you..."

Ripples appeared in the old monk's eyes, as he said, word by word:

"Wang Quan Daoist!"

Wang Quan?

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, hearing something unusual in the old monk's words.

Inadvertently, he thought of how since he went to Huangjue Temple, whether it was San Yin or San Kong, they all called him 'Wang Quan Daoist' rather than 'Wang Quan Daoist'.

At that time, he didn't think much about it. After all, the accents of the various provinces were different, so perhaps they had mispronounced it.

But only now did he understand.

They had not mispronounced it.

"Living long always has some benefits."

The old monk seemed not to have noticed An Qisheng's change, saying to himself:

"Being able to experience many things that others cannot experience, and also being able to see many things that others cannot see..."

In the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, a wisp of water-like white light rose from the Dao One Diagram.

He slowly exhaled, asking as if nothing had happened:

"What did you see?"

"Saw a lot, a lot..."

The old monk put his hands together, chanting a Buddhist proclamation:

"But, can't say, can't say."

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mystifying, but also very boring."

"This old monk has lived for so long, how could he be mystifying? It's just that I can't say it, and no one can hear it..."

The old monk smiled wryly, but had already slowly stood up.

He carefully looked at An Qisheng, sighing lightly:

"Unfortunately, I am too old, I can't see that day..."

His words carried a trace of ancient desolation, some regret, some hope, and some envy.

He seemed to have many things to say.

But in the end, he just sighed and walked into the wind and snow:

"All actions are impermanent, the living must have an end, not being born is not dying, this extinction is the greatest joy..."

Before the words had faded, the old monk had already disappeared into the wind and snow.

Just as he did not know how he came, he did not know how he would leave.

An Qisheng stood in the wind and snow, seemingly not intending to chase after him to ask.

After a moment, he suddenly smiled:

"If you don't say it, I won't know?"

As the laughter echoed, he also stepped into the wind and snow.

........

Liang Province, Liutai Prefecture City.

Liutai Prefecture City was the closest prefecture city to Huangjue Prefecture.

On this morning, as the city gates had just opened, a man came galloping.

The wind and snow were whistling, and the man ran like a dragon, the snow behind him rising high, like a wind dragon roaring.

His speed was unbelievably fast.

Causing the soldiers guarding the city to be horrified, and the passing pedestrians and merchants to dodge one after another, one who was not quick enough to dodge was overturned, and goods fell to the ground.

"Stop, stop!"

A soldier guarding the city issued a warning, tremblingly holding his weapons forward.

On the city wall, the guarding soldiers also drew their bows, and the ballista also issued a warning at the same time.

"The Grand Tutor's Office is handling affairs, idlers are not allowed to stop!"

Ji Ba let out a long roar, but his speed did not decrease by half.

His voice was still echoing, and he had already knocked over an unknown number of trucks, shaken off the guarding soldiers' spears and swords, and rushed into the city.

"Grand Tutor's Office?"

Many soldiers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Ji Ba rushed into the city, and in an instant, he turned over several streets and rushed into an inconspicuous tofu shop.

"Who is it?"

In the tofu shop, swords were drawn, and weapons clanged.

More than a dozen figures rushed out, shouting coldly.

"Ji Ba of the Grand Tutor's Office, here to borrow the Brocade-Clothed Guard's Golden Feather Eagle!"

Ji Ba's voice was like thunder, and with a burst of true qi, he shook all the dozen or so people to the ground.

Then, he took out the token of the Grand Tutor's Office.

"Grand Tutor's Office?"

The faces of the Brocade-Clothed Guard spies who had been knocked to the ground all changed, and after taking the token and checking it, they immediately knelt on the ground:

"Brocade-Clothed Guard spies Sima Wo, He Chenshuang... Greetings, sir!"

"Hurry up and bring out the Golden Feather Eagle, it's a matter of utmost urgency!"

Ji Ba's chest heaved, and his aura was boiling almost to the point of exploding. How could he be in the mood to exchange pleasantries with them?

The Golden Feather Eagle was extremely precious, and often only one or two were in a large province. He had been running for a day and a night, crossing three prefecture cities, before rushing to this place.

Even with his Qi Meridian body, he could barely bear it.

But he knew that this matter was too important, and if he was slow, he was afraid that he would be beaten to death by the Grand Tutor.

"Yes, yes."

The faces of several Brocade-Clothed Guard spies also changed. What could make a Qi Meridian expert change color like this?

Immediately, two people had already taken pen and ink, and one went to bring out the Golden Feather Eagle.

Before long, a Golden Feather Eagle soared into the sky.

Letting out a soft cry, it broke through the air like an arrow leaving the string, heading straight for Fengdu.

Its letter was as red as fire, its meaning, a matter of utmost urgency!