Chapter 1 The Rising Sun

The red sun rose, piercing through the dim night.

The winter mist that permeated Tianlian Mountain gradually dissipated, and the snow shone even more brilliantly under the sunlight.

In a guest room of the Taoist temple, An Qisheng, who had been sleeping soundly for a day and a night, slowly woke up.

Unlike before, this time when he woke up, An Qisheng felt a long-lost comfort. The stabbing pain that had lingered around him for a year seemed to have disappeared.

An Qisheng stretched and got up, picking up his phone with little battery left to take a look:

"Did I really sleep for another day?"

*Beep*

A notification popped up on the lit screen: "Shocking! At 7:12 AM, Xuanjing time, the Goddess Statue of the Golden Eagle Country mysteriously disappeared in the night!"

The Goddess Statue mysteriously disappeared?

The Goddess Statue of the Golden Eagle Country is forty-six meters high, nearly one hundred meters high with the base, and weighs more than two hundred tons. How could it disappear overnight?

"The news these days is really losing its integrity."

An Qisheng put on his shoes, not even interested in clicking on it, and turned off the phone screen.

Reflected on the black phone screen was a pale, delicate face.

"What will I see if I look at myself?"

Looking at the phone screen, An Qisheng's heart stirred. A slight heat came to his eyes, and lines of text appeared in his vision:

An Qisheng (19) Height 178cm, Weight 62kg]

Specialties: Xuanwen (arcane script), Mathematics, Eagle language, Chemistry, Physics, Medical skills, Seventh Basic Fist Form, Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Sanhuang Paoquan...]

Status: Gradually weakening (terminal illness)]

An Qisheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

All the data above was no different from what he knew, and it was no different from what he saw when he looked at the young Taoist priest yesterday.

"If, as I expected, this ability is based on my own knowledge, presenting everything I see and know in the form of data before my eyes."

"If I don't know it, it won't be displayed. Is this my subconscious preferring data classification?"

"Moreover, this ability is a divine skill for secretly learning things..."

"Currently, activating this ability consumes a lot of my physical strength and makes me mentally listless, as if I have a hangover."

An Qisheng rubbed his temples as he summarized his exploration of this ability.

"Layman, are you awake?"

Before An Qisheng could think more, the door was pushed open, and the young Taoist priest named Tan Jingshan walked in with a gust of cold wind, placing a medicinal meal on the table:

"You haven't eaten anything for another day. Please eat a little."

"You're really going to too much trouble for me."

An Qisheng smelled the aroma, pulled out a chair, and praised, "Little Taoist priest, your craftsmanship is really good."

"It's all grown by myself. It's good that the layman likes it."

The young Taoist priest scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Having slept for two or three days and only eaten one meal, An Qisheng was really hungry. Without saying much, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Chopsticks rising and falling.

An Qisheng ate quickly, but not ravenously. On the contrary, he chewed each bite thoroughly.

"Is Daozhang (Taoist Master) up?"

An Qisheng asked after putting down his chopsticks.

"He's up. Abbot did his morning lessons and is practicing fist outside now."

The young Taoist priest said casually as he cleaned up the dishes.

"Practicing fist..."

An Qisheng nodded.

The martial spirit of Da Xuan was more prevalent than in his previous life on Earth. From the elderly to the children, many knew a few fist techniques.

This had a lot to do with Da Xuan's system.

In addition to liberal arts and sciences in high school, there was also martial arts. Martial arts added points to the college entrance examination, and enlistment in the army was given priority.

It was these kinds of preferential treatment that cultivated the martial spirit of Da Xuan.

But that was all. It was rumored that the real killing techniques in the army were only in the army. Most of the fist techniques people learned were only for strengthening their bodies.

It was not even as good as the Bajiquan and Xingyiquan he had learned in his previous life.

"I heard Abbot say that Layman is also a martial arts master?"

The young Taoist priest looked at An Qisheng with some curiosity.

"I know a few fist techniques, but I can't be considered a master."

An Qisheng smiled.

He had studied the Neijiaquan (internal martial arts) of his previous life since he was a child, and he had naturally gained something in the past ten years.

It was just that his talent was neither high nor low, and he could not be considered a master even after learning for ten years.

Since he fell ill a year ago, his body had deteriorated day by day, and his boxing skills had naturally not been lost, but he could not be considered a master even more.

"I heard Abbot say..."

The young Taoist priest still wanted to say something, but An Qisheng had already gotten up and walked outside:

"There are no experts among the common people, but masters are in the army. Little Taoist priest, if you are interested in martial arts, then join the army."

The key to boxing was practice. After a hard day's work, ordinary people could not compare with the army in terms of whether they could keep up with nutrition, whether someone could guide them in boxing techniques, or just the time and atmosphere for practice.

You treat it as a hobby, but others regard it as the foundation of their lives.

There might not be no masters among the common people, but they were naturally far inferior to the army.

What's more, the martial spirit was extremely strong in the Da Xuan army, and there was also technological assistance. Boxing techniques were far from what the common people could compare to.

If he hadn't been terminally ill, he would have joined the army after the college entrance examination.

"Join the army..."

The young Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to clean up the dishes.

In Da Xuan, joining the army was not something you could do if you wanted to.

*Whoosh*

As he walked out of the room, a cold wind blew.

At this time, the sky had cleared, but the winter chill was still biting, and An Qisheng could not help but tighten his clothes.

*Whoosh whoosh*

In the courtyard, the old Taoist priest was practicing fist slowly and unhurriedly.

His movements were neither fast nor slow, his feet never left the ground by more than a foot, and his fists were never fully extended. Whenever they were about to reach their limit, he would gently deflect them, keeping his strength close to his body.

An Qisheng could see that this was Xuan Gongquan (Profound Skill Fist).

Seemingly unhurried, in reality, every move would affect the muscles and bones of the whole body. The exercise effect was no less than the Neijiaquan he had learned in his previous life.

An Qisheng watched quietly as the old Taoist priest slowly practiced fist.

"Huff!"

The old Taoist priest let out a long breath and slowly stopped, ending his stance.

"Daozhang Qingyuan's (Taoist Priest Qingyuan) attainments in Xuan Gongquan are unmatched by few."

An Qisheng praised.

Anything, if you stick to it for decades, you can reach a point that is difficult for others to reach.

After decades of practice by the old Taoist priest, Xuan Gongquan had already reached a rather high level.

It was much higher than the Xuan Gongquan he had learned from the young Taoist priest yesterday.

"Layman An is too kind."

The old Taoist priest's face was rosy, and sweat was steaming on his forehead: "Speaking of fist techniques, a year ago, Layman's Top Heart Elbow almost sent this old Daoist away."

An Qisheng was not embarrassed at all and said with a smile: "Daozhang's kick is still fresh in my memory."

Although Xuan Gongquan was a fist technique, its footwork was extremely fierce.

If the old Taoist priest were not old and his muscles and bones were not what they used to be, he would not have been able to use the Top Heart Elbow if that kick had landed.

Saying that, the old and the young smiled at each other.

"Layman is leaving?"

After the laughter, the old Taoist priest opened his mouth.

"I've been out for a year, and it's time to go back."

An Qisheng nodded. He had gained nothing on this trip, and now that he had superpowers, he would naturally not go to other places.

Compared to things that could not be seen or touched, things that he did not know existed, the ability he had awakened was clearly extraordinary.

If he wanted to live, perhaps it was on this ability.

Looking at An Qisheng's calm face, the old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and then said:

"Over the past year, this old Daoist has consulted many ancient books and medical books. Although there is no precedent for Layman's illness, this old Daoist has discovered an interesting record."

"Oh?"

An Qisheng looked at the old Taoist priest.

"Do you know Gu Changfeng?"

The old Taoist priest asked.

"Gu Changfeng? Master Gu is a grandmaster, of course I know him."

An Qisheng was stunned at first, then nodded.

Three hundred years ago, when the previous dynasty fell and Da Xuan had not yet been established, it was the darkest year in Da Xuan's ten thousand-year history.

At that time, Da Xuan was plagued by warlords, bandits, and foreign powers coveting artifacts, and the people were living in misery.

Gu Changfeng was born in that era.

It was rumored that Gu Changfeng was born with knowledge and had divine fist skills. At the age of twenty, he was already the number one master at the time.

He resented the warlords' division and the people's misery, so he gathered a group of friends and traveled to various parts of Da Xuan to kill bandits, assassinate warlords, and even assassinate the heads of foreign powers that invaded Xuan.

Unfortunately, even if his fist skills were divine, he was still only mortal.

After being active for more than ten years, he was still besieged and killed by warlords and foreign powers.

But his reputation was extremely high, and even today, he is still active in film and television, and can be called a legendary figure.

Da Xuan's martial spirit was prevalent, and his influence was not insignificant.

"Master Gu is a grandmaster of his generation, and his fist skills have long been divine. It is said that on that day, Master had already foreseen the siege by foreign powers, but because Fusang (Japan) used the lives of a city's soldiers and civilians to coerce him, he had to go alone..."

"Faced with everyone's obstruction, Master laughed and said, 'I, Gu, became famous as a teenager, lived freely in my youth, and died for my country in middle age. Isn't that great?' Then, he died calmly."

The old Taoist priest cherished the memory of his ancestors and had respect on his face.

"Master is worthy of the name of grandmaster."

An Qisheng was silent for a moment and said:

"Now that more than half of Fusang has sunk, it can comfort Master's spirit in heaven."

Seventy years ago, a typhoon originated in the Western Sea, passed through Da Xuan without entering, and went straight to Fusang.

On that day, an earthquake accompanied a volcanic eruption, and the typhoon covered the sky and the sun.

Even with the assistance of various countries, countless soldiers and civilians were saved, but Fusang was no longer a country and fell from a world power to the bottom.

"A few days ago, this old Daoist was checking ancient books and saw a record..."

The old Taoist priest pondered for a moment and spoke, reciting the record:

"Master Gu was born with knowledge, but he was weak in his childhood and could hardly survive. He sought famous doctors everywhere but could not be cured..."

"Weak in his childhood, he could hardly survive..."

An Qisheng chewed the old Taoist priest's words in his mouth, his heart moved:

"Daozhang is saying..."

"Master Gu is an extraordinary person of his generation. Later generations have exaggerated and deified him, and the records are half true and half false. This old Daoist doesn't know the truth. What's more, after three hundred years, even if Master Gu's disease was the same as yours, it would be meaningless?"

The old Taoist priest sighed. This was also the reason for his hesitation.

Saying it would only increase his troubles.

Could he cross three hundred years to ask Gu Changfeng?

The old Taoist priest sighed, but An Qisheng's heart was beating like a drum in his chest, as if he had seen a ray of dawn in the eternal night:

"It seems, it's not impossible..."