“It really is him…”

Xi Yingqing glanced at Qiao Moke on the ground, vaguely sensing his intentions, but she didn't care about the stirrings of a mere youth.

What arose in her mind was the blind Daoist priest in the broken temple.

To be able to train a beggar with ordinary aptitude into a Benming cultivator in half a year, that blind Daoist priest must be no ordinary person.

Although the six realms of the Mortal Tier don't count as cultivators, they still require step-by-step cultivation, and the aura on this young man's body doesn't seem to be forced or rushed.

This is very rare.

At least, neither she herself nor her martial uncles had such methods.

Qiao Moke lowered his head, his heart filled with apprehension and joy.

Half a year ago, at the broken temple, he was still somewhat captivated by her, but now that the beauty was before him, he felt awkward and even dared not look directly at her.

"Not here…"

Xi Yingqing lowered her sword light and scanned the entire city with her divine sense, her brows furrowing.

She came to chase Ning Ke of the Tiangang Sect. She had been attracted by the spiritual fluctuation earlier, but she didn't expect it to be this person.

Seeing Xi Yingqing preparing to leave, Qiao Moke couldn't help but step forward and asked, "Fairy, where are you going?"

Without a response, the sword light flashed, and Xi Yingqing had already disappeared into the sky.

"Fairy…"

Qiao Moke dejectedly lowered his arms, only regretting his timidity, not even having the courage to speak.

But in an instant, he remembered something more important.

That 'Giant Spirit Divine General' that had taken over his Benming.

Casually blowing away the dust, he sat cross-legged, his mind sinking, summoning his Benming.

Buzz~

In the long humming sound, information like a tide surged into his mind, and then, in a form he had never seen before, it was displayed before his eyes:

Qiao Moke]

Realm: Mortal Tier Benming Realm, Technique: Great Dragon Elephant Heart Sutra]

Dao Power: 17 points]

Loadable Template: Second-Order Deity Giant Spirit God]

Divine Court Heavenly Net: Not activated]

…

As the information flowed, Qiao Moke's surprise did not diminish, but rather increased.

That divine light that fell from the sky was a 'fruit position' called Giant Spirit God. He could acquire all the divine powers, Dao techniques, and even 'divine weapons' contained within the Giant Spirit God's 'fruit position'.

He could even 'load' the Giant Spirit God template, changing his aptitude, bloodline, bone structure, and even the ethereal luck.

As long as he had enough Dao Power.

Compared to the Giant Spirit God template, what shocked him the most was the yet-to-be-activated Divine Court Heavenly Net.

According to the information, this Divine Court Heavenly Net was an immensely terrifying net that encompassed all immortals and deities.

Relying on this net, one could communicate with people across billions of miles, travel, buy and sell goods, and even use Dao Power to invite experts to take action from afar!

"Dao Power, Divine Court Heavenly Net…"

Qiao Moke murmured in his heart, feeling that an unprecedented world was unfolding before him.

He simply couldn't imagine that there could be such a terrifying existence in the world.

While Qiao Moke's mind was wavering, a slightly aged voice came from a distance:

"The person is long gone, and you're still in a daze? As expected of a junior who has just stepped into the cultivation world…"

"Hmm?"

Qiao Moke's heart 'thumped', and he looked back, only to see a very tall old man walking out of the shadows in the corner of the courtyard.

The old man seemed to be seriously injured, his tall body slightly hunched, and specks of scarlet could be seen on his white hair.

As he walked out, a strong smell of blood immediately assaulted his face.

But even though he was seriously injured, Qiao Moke's heart couldn't help but beat violently as he stepped forward. He wasn't stupid, of course he could guess.

That female sword immortal had come to hunt him down.

"Although the juniors of the Constellation Sect are extremely beautiful, they are too dangerous. Getting too close will harm yourself."

Ning Ke took a deep look at Qiao Moke, but he couldn't support himself any longer. He swayed twice and sat down to circulate his mana and heal his injuries.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Qiao Moke stood up tall, his expression solemn, as if facing a great enemy.

Although this old man was seriously injured, the intensity of his aura almost suffocated him. Such an existence was definitely not something that a junior who had just stepped into the cultivation world could match.

"This old man is Ning Ke of the Tiangang Sect!"

Ning Ke slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, his body reeking of blood, coupled with his blood-stained hair, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

"Tiangang Sect?"

Qiao Moke's pupils shrank. Although he had just embarked on the path of cultivation, he also knew that the Tiangang Sect was the master of Youzhou!

Including Anning Prefecture, all the hundred and twenty prefectural cities were under its jurisdiction!

Someone dared to hunt down someone from such a behemoth?

"The Constellation Sect has rebelled. This old man failed to suppress them and was severely injured instead… If you help this old man cover up today, you will definitely get your benefits!"

Ning Ke looked exhausted, swallowing pills one after another, but his aura couldn't stabilize, his voice sometimes high and sometimes low, lacking in energy:

"Don't think about selling out this old man to win the beauty's heart, otherwise, this old man may not die, but you will definitely not survive."

"I…"

Looking at the old man who closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing without speaking, Qiao Moke's eyelids trembled, his head feeling as big as a斗 (dou, a Chinese unit of dry measure).

…

"Hee-haw~ Hee-haw~~~"

The donkey's braying, louder and louder, was left far behind by the carriage. Da Hua, the donkey, was full of energy, as if it had received great benefits, excited and hardworking.

The previous laziness was gone, making the coachmen Tu Ba and Gongyang Yan quite unaccustomed.

"Huff!"

"Suck!"

Inside the carriage, An Qisheng sat quietly, breathing in and out. In the subtle places invisible to the naked eye, various spiritual energies constantly exchanged with his breathing.

His body was like a black hole, no matter what kind of spiritual energy approached, it would disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, above the six heavens interwoven with divine light, a majestic divine court stood, a round of bright mirror hanging high, illuminating the void like the sun, shining on the six heavens.

Lan Lingtong squatted on a treasure seat, curiously looking at the flashing images in the high-hanging bronze mirror.

In the picture, it was Qiao Moke, who had a沉如水 (chen ru shui, a face as heavy as water) and whose head was as big as a 斗 (dou), and Ning Ke, whose aura was gray and decayed, as if he were about to die at any moment.

The sound of the two people's conversation, and even the subtle noise in the city, could be heard.

"Divine Court Heavenly Net…"

Sanxin Lan Lingtong looked a little strange. This Heavenly Net looked a bit like the magic net of the Gods' World. Of course, more of it was like Xuanxing.

Are you doing internet here?

The divergence of information life thinking is beyond imagination. In this instant, Lan Lingtong's heart flooded with countless thoughts.

He even imagined all the applications of this 'Divine Court Heavenly Net'.

It couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded.

Just imagine, how ridiculous would it be for a great power who owns the 'Divine Court Heavenly Net' to check the 'Divine Court Heavenly Net' the first moment after coming out of seclusion, and a 'Your friend xxx invites you to cut a knife' pops up?

But after thinking about it, if this function is brought to the extreme, wouldn't anyone be able to exert the joint strike of all the powerhouses under the jurisdiction of the 'Divine Court Heavenly Net' when they make a move?

Various thoughts rolled and disappeared, and Lan Lingtong couldn't help but look up at An Qisheng.

In the deep and dark void, in the divine court above the six layers of heaven outlined by divine light, there seemed to be countless divine shadows constantly changing shapes.

Some sitting, some lying down, some practicing magical powers, some deducing laws…

Vaguely, it could see countless magical runes flowing within, holding, changing, and seeming to be constantly deducing towards higher levels.

And surrounded by countless figures, An Qisheng's figure loomed, as if holding an ancient scroll, slowly flipping through it.

Even though it was not the first time seeing this scene, Lan Lingtong was still a little speechless in his heart.

It could be regarded as knowledgeable, but it had never seen a 'monster' like An Qisheng, who put almost all his time and energy into cultivation.

"Mr. Monster?"

After a moment of愣 (lèng, being in a daze), Lan Lingtong opened his mouth and asked: "You put the 'Giant Spirit God' on that beggar, are you trying to protect him?"

It really didn't understand.

The first deity condensed by An Qisheng, in a sense, this Giant Spirit God, is the beginning of this 'True Spirit Position Chart'.

It vaguely guessed that the reason why An Qisheng condensed such a deity based on 'strength' was to distinguish it from the magical powers of this world, which are mainly based on 'Qi'.

But precisely because of this, it couldn't understand it even more.

Because it really couldn't see anything special about that beggar that was worth Mr. Monster's trouble.

In the center of the divine court, An Qisheng slowly put down the ancient scroll in his hand, lowered his eyes to look at Lan Lingtong, and asked: "What do you think of my Qi number?"

"Qi number is extremely prosperous."

Lan Lingtong said, and suddenly was stunned, but he was a little恍然 (huǎngrán, suddenly understand): "Are you saying that the young man is not an ordinary person?"

An Qisheng entered the dream worlds, once passed down the law and established a great sect that shepherded the world for three thousand years, and had been called尊 (zūn, venerable) in several lifetimes, and all had deeds that were passed down to later generations.

Invisiblely, he naturally accumulated unimaginable magnificent Qi number.

As the first person he saw after coming to this world, that young man…

"You only said half of it right, the special one is not him, but his son…"

Saying half of it, An Qisheng vigilantly closed his mouth, and with a thought, he restrained the surrounding information to prevent any leakage.

"Son?"

Lan Lingtong became even more suspicious.

An Qisheng didn't say anything more, casually opened the ancient scroll, on the jade-like ancient scroll, various words flashed and disappeared.

'Qiao… Damo…'

…

Whoosh whoosh~

The灿金 (cànjīn, bright golden) clouds rolled like a sea, moving with the wind, transforming into various shapes.

The scorching sunlight shone through the clouds,洒 (sǎ, sprinkle) on the boundless ocean. The rolling waves pounded the shore,隆隆 (lōnglōng, rumble) like thunder.

A dragon boat rose and fell in the waves, gradually approaching.

Whoosh!

Black dragon-patterned boots stepped down, mud and water splashing.

Lin Boxun stopped on the beach, looked at the rolling clouds, and deeply exhaled a mouthful of turbid air: "Finally, ashore…"

After more than ten years of sea mountain turbulence, even though this dragon boat was extremely stable, he was still tired of it.

"Too much!"

Scanning the guards pulling the donkey cart not far away, Fang Shanmin's face was沉如水 (chen ru shui, as heavy as water), and he coldly shouted in an unkind tone: "Did the Zongren Mansion only send you people?"

He couldn't help but be angry.

Although Lin Boxun was not a direct descendant, he was still the grandson of the太子 (taizi, crown prince), and his status was尊崇 (zūnchóng, honorable). Such a character, when traveling, must have dragon horses pulling him, with thousands of people surrounding him.

Three or two people came pulling a donkey cart, this was no longer a show of power, but a naked humiliation!

"大人 (Daren, Lord) spare our lives, 大人 (Daren, Lord) spare our lives."

Fang Shanmin was furious, and the surrounding void trembled. The guards trembled, fell to the ground as if struck by lightning, and begged for mercy.

"Uncle Fang doesn't need to be angry, they are just acting on orders. Whether it's by car or whatever, I don't care."

Lin Boxun opened his mouth in time to劝解 (quànjiě, advise) and took the initiative to get on the donkey cart, seemingly not caring at all.

"公子 (Gongzi, young master) is too kind-hearted. If you continue like this, you will suffer a great loss."

Fang Shanmin shook his head helplessly and could only step forward, take the reins and whip, and let the guards滚蛋 (gǔndàn, scram).

Since encountering the无妄 (wuwang, unexpected) Sea King 'Qing Wuju' in the sea that day, the ship they were on had become extremely strange. Until today, thousands of elite soldiers on board had all died strangely.

Otherwise, he would never have allowed Lin Boxun to get on this donkey cart.

Pa!

Getting on the donkey cart, Fang Shanmin flicked the long whip. The donkey was startled,叫 (jiào, brayed) and pulled the cart into the air.

Whoosh whoosh~

Inside the carriage, Lin Boxun's eyes were half-closed, but he silently念 (niàn, recited) 'Great Freedom System' in his heart.

Buzz~

As his thoughts moved, various words映入眼帘 (yìngrù yǎnlián, came into view):

Lin Boxun (Host)]

Age 28/153]

Physique: 1 Scale]

神通 (Shentong, divine power): None]

Treasure: None]

Pet: None]

Friend: None]

Source Power: 213 points]

Evaluation: The killing刀 (dāo, knife) has been raised, and it will never be put down! You haven't killed enough, not enough, not enough, far from enough!]