Chapter 1 The World of Wan Yang

The World of Wan Yang is the world beyond the Heavenly Gate in the legends of Jiu Fu Realm.

An Qisheng already knew this.

However, it was already extremely difficult to open the Heavenly Gate from bottom to top, let alone from top to bottom.

The World of Wan Yang was vast and full of spiritual energy, far exceeding Jiu Fu Realm. Even with An Qisheng's current cultivation, he couldn't capture the Heavenly Gate's aura he once sensed in Jiu Fu Realm.

Even if the two worlds were close, the distance was still unimaginably long for an individual.

Without the Heavenly Gate, it would be impossible to cross over even in tens of millions of years.

However, even if the Heavenly Gate was nowhere to be found, there had been many 'people with pre-birth memories' who had passed through it in the ancient and modern ages of the World of Wan Yang. Their traces were not impossible to find.

During his thirty years of meditation, he had gradually grasped something.

"You, you, who are you looking for?" An Qisheng had only paused for a moment when the few servants in front of the Sun Mansion spoke tremblingly.

Zhu Dahai was over thirty feet tall, a giant, and the visual impact on ordinary people was full.

Although they had seen cultivators in such a small city, where had they seen such a giant?

"Report to your master that a guest has arrived."

An Qisheng said slowly, easing their tension.

The servants dared not neglect, hurriedly sending one to report, while the rest stood frozen at the door, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

An Qisheng had no intention of embarrassing them, standing far away, not approaching, but looking at the sky above the Sun Mansion.

The concept of Qi Luck (fortune) was mysterious and ethereal, yet it could be truly grasped.

A family that accumulated good deeds would surely have blessings, while a family that accumulated evil deeds would surely have misfortunes. The Sun Mansion had a good reputation in this city, and its wealth did not come from business or officialdom.

It was earned through craftsmanship. For hundreds of years, they had done many good deeds, earning a good reputation in the city, and naturally, they had Qi Luck.

However, this Qi Luck had a hint of black, indicating that there had been evil deeds in the past, so there would be twists and turns before great fortune could flourish.

In ancient and modern legends, there were many examples of families being destroyed, with only one son rising up to turn the tables and slaughtering all sides, and there was a reason for this.

The cruelty of heaven and earth was reflected in all aspects. The concept of Qi Luck gathering on a thousand people was completely different from gathering on one person.

Soon, the main gate of the Sun Mansion opened wide, and a group of people filed out. The old man at the front cupped his hands from afar, his expression extremely respectful:

"I am Sun Zhengyi. I didn't know that Daozhang (Taoist priest) would come, so I failed to welcome you from afar. It is a sin, a sin."

The old man was still calm, but many of the people behind him looked frightened, trembling as they looked at Zhu Dahai's huge body.

They had some cultivation, but because of this, their perception was much deeper than that of the servants.

"This poor Daoist came uninvited. I hope the Sun family head does not take offense."

An Qisheng smiled, his expression peaceful.

The old man repeatedly said that he dared not, and enthusiastically invited An Qisheng into the mansion to talk.

Surrounded by the crowd, he walked into the Sun Mansion.

The city was not big, so the wealthy families in the city were naturally not too extravagant. The Sun Mansion was not large, but it had everything, including waterside pavilions and artificial mountains.

The people of the Sun Mansion were apprehensive and expectant, leading An Qisheng into the main hall and instructing the servants to prepare wine and food.

"May I ask where Daozhang is from? What is your purpose in coming to my Sun Mansion?"

Waving his hand to dismiss the others, Sun Zhengyi began to probe An Qisheng's intentions:

"If there is anything you need us to do, we will do our best to satisfy you."

"There is no need for the family head to be like this."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Sun Zhengyi's caution also represented the attitude of ordinary people in this world towards cultivators: fear, apprehension, caution, and a trace of longing and awe.

Any cultivator could almost get anything they wanted in any secular dynasty or ordinary family.

"It's only right, it's only right..."

Sun Zhengyi smiled, not daring to be careless.

He also had some cultivation, having condensed his True Form (Zhenxing). Although he had not had much contact with the cultivation world, he had seen many cultivators.

But he had never seen a cultivator as unfathomable as the white-haired Daoist in front of him.

Not to mention the white-haired Daoist, just the burly giant squatting at the door had a terrifying aura that he had never seen in his life.

The gap was like mountains and seas, so how could he dare to be careless?

"My name is Yuan Yang. I have been in seclusion for too long and calculated that someone in the descendants of the family head has some affinity with me..."

An Qisheng went straight to the point, stating his purpose directly.

During his thirty years of meditation, although he had not been able to find the location of the Heavenly Gate in Jiu Fu Realm, he had captured the traces of other ascenders.

Of course, this was not only due to his cultivation.

It was because he first knew who the ascender was and had a spiritual imprint, allowing him to track and find them. But even so, it took him thirty years to find Sun En's trail!

"Daozhang wants to accept a disciple?"

Sun Zhengyi was first shocked, then overjoyed.

Cultivators did not interact with mortals, just as dragons did not live with snakes. When ordinary people met cultivators, it was either because of hatred or gratitude, or because of a master-disciple relationship.

Hearing that An Qisheng had come to accept a disciple, the big stone in his heart suddenly fell to the ground.

"You could say that."

An Qisheng nodded, a trace of nostalgia in the depths of his eyes.

In a daze, he remembered the child who survived on the cliffs after his sect was destroyed.

That was one of his few old friends.

"We are honored that Daozhang values us so much. The Sun family is flattered."

Sun Zhengyi rubbed his hands and hurriedly shouted, "Third son, bring out all the children in the family, without any omissions!"

"Family head, don't be anxious."

An Qisheng tapped the table lightly, and the old man immediately quieted down.

"Daozhang, please speak."

Sun Zhengyi looked respectful.

"Calculating the time, there should be another hour, two quarters of an hour, before your grandson is born..."

An Qisheng's eyes were deep.

Faintly, he sensed the changes in the surrounding celestial phenomena. This change was extremely subtle and could only be detected with concentration.

"Ah?"

Sun Zhengyi was stunned, then his heart 'thumped' as he seemed to remember something, and his expression changed slightly.

Although he had many children, he did not have so many that he could not remember them.

It seemed that he only had one daughter-in-law waiting to give birth.

But...

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Chapter 2 The Agreement of the Second Day of the Second Month

The great sun hung high in the sky, shining upon the earth, its light brilliant and endless.

The moon set, and the sun rose.

It should have been a little cool in the morning, but the extreme western desert was extremely hot, and anyone who stayed in it would sweat profusely without profound internal energy.

Rustle~

The wind blew the yellow sand fiercely, and a fine horse galloped forward, followed by a cloud of dust that stretched for dozens or hundreds of zhang.

It could be seen how fast the horse was.

Merchants in the desert sea saw this scene and exclaimed in surprise.

The horse was well-proportioned and slender, its fur as red as fire, and it was extremely majestic. It ran on the sand, but it was faster than ordinary experts using Qinggong (light body technique).

"The Crimson Fire Wind-Chasing Horse! That is the top-quality steed cultivated by the Wang Quan Dao (Wang Quan Sect). It is said that one Crimson Fire Wind-Chasing Horse is worth one hundred thousand taels of gold!"

"One hundred thousand taels of gold? You're thinking too much. This is simply priceless! It is said that this Crimson Fire Wind-Chasing Horse is the descendant of the mount of Wang Quan Daoren (Wang Quan Taoist), and it is several times faster than a dragon horse!

I heard that this horse only eats spiritual rice, is extremely strong, can run eleven thousand miles day and night, and does not need to rest for several days. Who is coming?"

...

Merchants who could travel north and south were naturally knowledgeable. The horse came from a distance and was recognized by many people.

They were all a little shocked.

Today, there were three treasures recognized in the world: the Wang Quan Sword, the Crimson Fire Wind-Chasing Horse, and the Ling Ya Rice.

Any one of them was enough to attract countless people, but only a few could truly obtain them. The Wang Quan Sword had spirituality and chose its master every hundred years.

Only those with unparalleled talent and intelligence could obtain it. The latter two were relatively easier to obtain, but only relative to the Wang Quan Sword.

Most people would never see them in their lifetime.

There was no other reason than that they were too precious.

For example, this Crimson Fire Wind-Chasing Horse was the pure-blooded descendant of Wang Quan Daoren's mount. Heaven knows how difficult it was to get that red horse to produce offspring.

Ling Ya Rice also came from Wang Quan Daoren, and the quantity was relatively large, but it was only relative.

Whoosh~

The wind and sand fluttered, and the red light sped away. In just a moment, it had disappeared from the sight of the merchants.

The speed was too fast, and none of the hundreds of people in the caravan could see who was on the horse. They could only see that he was wearing black and had frost at his temples.

"Ah! I remember!"

Suddenly, someone in the caravan shouted, attracting the attention of others.

"Do you remember the agreement of the Second Day of the Second Month?!"

The man looked excited and was trembling.

"The Second Day of the Second Month in the Dragon Sand of the Vast Sea?!"

The others were also shocked.

The Second Day of the Second Month was not a special day, but it was different in this vast sea.

In this vast sea, the Second Day of the Second Month was a very special day.

Once, the supreme grandmaster Wang Quan Daoren, on the Second Day of the Second Month, at the Hanlong Inn, hunted down heroes and invited the best in the world to fight.

He established his supreme grandmaster status in one fell swoop.

This day was remembered by the entire vast sea, and even the entire Jianghu (martial world). Every year on the Second Day of the Second Month, many martial artists came here in admiration.

They drank wine where Wang Quan Daoren once hosted the Demon Lord, the Killing Arhat, the Wheel Turning King, and other peerless masters.

"That's right, three years ago, the hero Sun En said that on the Second Day of the Second Month three years later, he would host a banquet for the heroes of the world at the Hanlong Inn!"

Now, everyone remembered.

Wasn't the expert riding the 'Crimson Fire Wind-Chasing Horse' a peerless expert coming to attend the banquet hosted by the hero Sun En?!

Everyone's hearts were inexplicably excited.

A muffled thunder sounded in the sky, followed by a rhythm of strong wind.

Crack~

Electric snakes danced across the sky, and the celestial phenomena changed.

Outside the Hanlong Inn, people surged.

Countless martial artists carried knives and swords, waiting quietly in the yellow sand. Although there were hundreds or thousands of people, not a single sound was made.

On the third floor of the Hanlong Inn, Sun En sat by the window, his expression calm.

"Grandpa An..."

He raised his glass to the wind, and beneath his slightly white eyebrows, his eyes were as deep as the sea, as if endless waves were hidden within:

"Two hundred years have passed, and I have finally tasted your old man's loneliness..."