Chapter 1 A Donkey's Fury

The Divine Calculation ability is an extremely special existence among all the divine abilities in the world.

A cultivator who has mastered the Divine Calculation ability can perceive the world through secret methods and obtain the information they want from the unseen.

But calculation is not omniscient. Even the mysterious Grand Priest of the Da Zhou Dynasty, Tan Daozun, the Dao Palace representative to Da Zhou, cannot possibly know everything at any time.

At most, they can imprint a region, a city, or even a country in their minds, and perceive huge fluctuations, but they cannot possibly know every detail.

This is not just a matter of being able to do it or not, but also unnecessary.

Just like An Qisheng at this time, with his realm, he can see through thousands of miles with his eyes closed, and perceive some major and minor movements within ten thousand miles.

From murder and arson to bedroom fun, nothing cannot be discerned.

If he spends his energy, he can even maintain it at any time.

But that would not only burden his primordial spirit but also inevitably lead to him receiving a large amount of useless information, which would involve the consumption of mental energy.

Even cultivators who have a special hobby for exploring the mysteries would not be willing to perceive the mating and breeding scenes of thousands of people, beasts, and birds at all times.

That is definitely not a good experience.

An Qisheng is like this, and naturally, Lu Daoren would be no exception.

Although he has mastered profound Divine Calculation abilities, he does not know everything. Therefore, at this time, he made a calculation with his fingers, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

"Good, good, good!"

Lu Daoren stood up, his beard and hair moved without wind, his long donkey face was covered with frost, and his eyes were full of anger.

Before the words fell, his figure and aura had disappeared into the void.

Just as he came without a trace, he left without a shadow.

Gongyang Yan was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to react: "He, he just left like that?"

He really did not expect this result.

Clearly, just a moment ago, they were at daggers drawn, and that donkey-faced Daoist was almost about to explode. With a single sentence from his sect leader, he ran away in a hurry.

"If he didn't leave, his secrets would have been exposed."

An Qisheng was not surprised, and glanced at Gongyang Yan lightly: "You are also old, you should change your impulsive behavior when encountering things."

Gongyang Yan's old face turned red, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, unable to refute.

"Then, that person is gone?"

At this time, Tu Ba poked his head out from the window and glanced at An Qisheng cautiously.

"Gone!"

Gongyang Yan glared at him. This old rabbit's nature is hard to change. At the slightest sign of trouble, he runs faster than anyone else.

"Cough cough."

Tu Ba turned over and came in, not caring about Gongyang Yan's attitude at all. He coughed lightly and straightened his chest: "I'm not afraid of him, I just believe that this person is no match for the sect leader..."

"Eighth Brother, Eighth Brother."

Cai Xiaobai couldn't stand it anymore and tugged at his pants: "Your tail..."

"What?"

Tu Ba shook his legs impatiently and inconspicuously put away his tail, which was bristling with fur.

"Cowardly as a mouse!"

Gongyang Yan became even more displeased: "If I didn't know you were a rabbit spirit, I'd probably think you were a mouse spirit!"

Tu Ba was furious and retorted: "You three-inch runt, you probably look more like a mouse than I do!"

"You!"

Gongyang Yan jumped up.

"Alright."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, An Qisheng gently knocked on the table, stopping the two from making noise.

The two were deeply in awe of him, and immediately stopped talking nonsense.

"Sect Leader."

Gongyang Yan stepped forward and poured wine for An Qisheng: "Who exactly is that donkey-faced Daoist? Judging from your words, the Lianfa Hall actually exists because of him?"

He couldn't hide his curiosity.

Not only because the Lianfa Hall is a well-known evil force in the Northwest Dao, but also because he guessed that the one who destroyed the Huni Sect was this Lianfa Hall.

"Just a donkey who has lived a long time, he naturally has some tricks, but they may not be as tough as his temper."

An Qisheng drank the wine in his cup, not taking it seriously.

Although that Lu Daoren is a Dharma Body cultivator, his true body is not present, only an incarnation has come, and he may not be stronger than that wisp of obsessed remnant soul of Fan Wuyi.

Even if he doesn't retreat, he can't do anything to him at this time.

"Donkey?"

Gongyang Yan was shocked: "That Daoist is actually a donkey demon?"

But in an instant, he noticed something was wrong: "Sect Leader, if the Lianfa Hall really exists because of this 'demon', how dare the Lianfa Hall Master plot against him?"

"Although there are many methods of defying fate that have been passed down throughout the ages, there are not many that have been truly proven effective. Among the few Divine Abilities to change fate that have been recorded, the most famous is the 'Seven Stars Reverse Fate Technique' rumored to come from the Heavenly Star Gods..."

An Qisheng held the cup, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, various information emerged.

Zhang Longfu, the Lianfa Hall Master, is not a simple character. The Lianfa Hall's reliance is no longer those old demons.

After tens of thousands of years of slumber, only this old donkey himself would think that everything is under his control.

But he forgot that the reason why he was able to survive that earth-shattering 'Phoenix Emperor's Heavenly War' was not just because his calculation skills were profound.

More importantly, he was just a pawn at the time.

"Seven Stars Reverse Fate Technique?"

Gongyang Yan chewed on the name, and couldn't help but slander in his heart. He said it was the most famous, but he had never heard of this divine ability at all.

"This 'Heavenly Blade Seven Kill Reverse Fate Technique' is not complicated, it can even be said to be simple. The simplest thing is that you need to find seven living beings whose qi and fate are above your own to use it..."

"Could it be?" Gongyang Yan's heart shook.

"What is more suitable than a few old demons whose true bodies are dormant, whose primordial spirits are muddled, and who have been at your disposal for tens of thousands of years?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, his eyes gloomy: "If that Zhang Longfu's ambition wasn't greater, where would there be this opportunity for Lu Daoren to come to his door?"

He had glimpsed Zhang Longfu's trajectory of fate before, and he gained a lot at that time. The secrets on his body were even more than those two from the Wuchang Palace.

This person was born before the Xia Dynasty was destroyed and the Zhou Dynasty was established, and he is much older than Fan Wuyi. Unfortunately, this person's talent is ordinary, and his achievements are far from being comparable to Fan Wuyi.

After 50,000 years of struggle and calculation, he is only barely at the Primordial Spirit stage, and even that is mostly a gift from Lu Daoren and those old demons.

It is not difficult to guess what such a person would do after obtaining the method of reversing fate.

It's a pity that his ambition was too great. He was not satisfied with old demons like Lu Daoren, and he also set his sights on the most stunning and talented Crown Prince since the founding of the Da Zhou Dynasty.

As a result, he died without a sound.

"That Lianfa Hall Master, actually has such ambition? Can he really defy fate?"

While Gongyang Yan's mind was swaying, Tu Ba couldn't help but speak: "To seize someone else's fate, this, this is too evil..."

Tu Ba clicked his tongue.

Although he has lived for hundreds of years, he usually cultivates in the deep mountains. Even when he goes out, he mostly sneaks into the city to borrow some Confucian classics.

What is fate?

That represents the fundamental existence of a living being in the world!

If it is taken away by someone, it is an even more thorough destruction than death.

He had never imagined that there would be such a divine ability in the world that could seize people's fate and luck, and it was also suspected to have come from the gods...

"Who knows whether it can or cannot? As for whether it is evil or not..."

At this point, An Qisheng put down his cup, stood up, and casually dropped a few pieces of silver: "Let's go."

"Ah?"

Gongyang Yan was still immersed in the great shock and did not react for a while: "Go, go where?"

"Find a place to wait for a few people, but of course, before that..."

An Qisheng gazed at the night, and there was a faint light in his eyes, the meaning of which was difficult to understand:

"First, return to 'Shouyang Mountain'!"

......

Whoosh~

A long-beaked iron eagle swept across the clouds, shuttling through the night. At a certain moment, it suddenly let out a sharp cry, its wings trembled, and it plummeted from the high altitude.

"Screech~"

The iron-beaked long eagle made a sharp cry of alarm, and fell straight down from the clouds like a stone.

In the night, one could vaguely see continuous mountains, without a single ray of light inside, dark and hollow like a demon cave, which made people feel cold when looking at it.

Whoosh~

Still hundreds of feet above the mountains, the iron-beaked long eagle's cry came to an abrupt end, and its body also trembled.

Then, as if forced by an invisible strange force, it turned into dust and was scattered in the night.

No birds allowed!

This place seems to be a forbidden area.

"The meat of the iron-beaked long eagle is delicious, what a pity..."

A light sigh came from somewhere in the mountain. In the dark night, a touch of red light lit up, ghostly and eerie.

Whoosh~

The sound echoed in the mountains without dissipating. Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the void. The next moment, a ghostly figure appeared in the sky.

Along with it was an extremely cold voice:

"Why don't you quickly come out and see me!"

Rumble!

Earth-shattering!

The void that was rapidly torn apart by the visitor healed, and rolling sonic booms exploded into a sea. For a time, the night was like an ocean.

The raging air waves turned into large swaths of thunder in the mountains, shaking the earth and the mountains.

For a time, ten thousand beasts were startled and countless birds were frightened to death.

"Who?! Enemy attack?"

"Who dares to be presumptuous here? Seeking death!"

"Hmph!"

The moment the huge movement sounded, the Lianfa Hall experts hiding in various parts of the mountains were alarmed and stepped out of their hiding places one after another.

They looked up.

They saw the mighty airflow whistling back and forth between the mountains, setting off earth-shattering dust dragons, the mountains swaying, and countless plants bowing their heads.

For a time, they were all horrified.

The mountain they were on was no ordinary mountain. Legend has it that it was a spiritual mountain cast by an ancient mighty figure who plucked star cores. Outside, there was also a large formation laid down by the Lianfa Hall for many years.

Ordinary Golden Cores cannot even cross it, and even human immortal mighty cultivators who have achieved the Primordial Spirit Dharma Aspect are absolutely impossible to stir up trouble here.

Who is the visitor?!

Whoosh whoosh~

The strong wind howled like thousands of knives and guns, stirring the void like a pot of porridge, with a huge momentum.

"Hmph!"

Lu Daoren stood in the violent wind, not concealing his anger at all. Between his lowered eyes, there was a coldness enough to freeze all things:

"Zhang Longfu, how do you want to die?!"

This, this...

The Lianfa Hall experts between the mountains were all dumbfounded, and they all stared blankly at the precipitous peak in the middle of the mountains that was like an upside-down precious sword.

"Die?"

On the dangerous peak, Zhang Longfu slowly raised his head. Under the black cloak, the ghost-like eyes illuminated the cold and strange smile on his face:

"Old donkey, 50,000 years have passed, and you are still so stupid!"