Chapter 1 The Giant Beast

In the seabed silt and sediment, Tong Zhengyang squeezed out the last of his strength, struggling to stir the water and swim toward the unknown behemoth a hundred meters away.

No one could understand Tong Zhengyang's joy at this moment.

Even sixty years ago, when he used tricks to get his long-admired sister-in-law into bed, he was never as delighted as he was today!

The terror of the spiritual void far exceeded his imagination. After his profound zhenqi (true energy) dissipated, he could no longer gather even a trace of it!

Without zhenqi, his powerful physical body became an immense burden!

Since escaping the Golden Eagle Empire's encirclement, he had lost all his strength and fallen into the sea. He had no choice but to feign death with a secret technique to slow down the massive consumption required to maintain his body.

Several months had passed, and he was nearing his limit, on the verge of starving to death in this deep sea.

This behemoth that had fallen from the sky, although devoid of spiritual energy, had a corpse weighing tens of thousands of pounds, enough for him to recover a third of his strength.

Truly, heaven never seals off all paths!

.......

Xing City Railway Station, a silver-white car stopped at the station entrance.

An Qisheng took his luggage from the trunk. His childhood friend, Chen Guangke, also got out of the car to help him with some of the luggage:

"You've been on leave from school for almost two years. Why the sudden urge to go back to school?"

Chen Guangke was An Jianzhong's old partner, and the son of Chen Zhengqiao, the captain of the Xing City Enforcement Team, and could be considered An Qisheng's childhood friend.

"I'm not going to school, but to learn some knowledge and spend a few days in the library."

An Qisheng smiled.

Even with the hope of a cure for his illness, he had no intention of going to school. Going to the capital was just the first stop in his plan, a way to appease his parents.

It was true that he wanted to learn about the mind and spirit, but not by simply spending time in the library.

Instead, he wanted to use the platform of Xuanjing University to contact professors specializing in the mind and spirit.

"I knew it."

Chen Guangke carried the luggage behind An Qisheng, rambling on, "It's a pity I'm not good at studying. Although I'm too lazy to go to that third-rate university, my dad insists that I go. Otherwise, I could have gone with you this time."

"Going to university isn't just about learning knowledge, it's about broadening your horizons. If you had retaken the exam for a year as I suggested, you'd be much better off than you are now."

An Qisheng shook his head.

Whether in his previous life or this life, going to university might not be the only way to change one's fate, but it was also the easiest path for most people to access.

Unfortunately, just as not everyone loves martial arts, some people are not interested in studying.

Chen Guangke was the latter.

"You know me. I wouldn't be able to get into Xuanjing University even if I studied more."

Chen Guangke didn't care. In this day and age, he could always find a way to make a living.

"You."

An Qisheng took the luggage from his hand and headed towards the entrance:

"Old Chen, if you trust me, take the money your dad has prepared for you to marry a wife and buy a few houses while no one else is buying them."

"Wait, you're advising me to buy houses again?"

Outside the entrance, Chen Guangke looked speechless: "Who hoards houses these days? Everyone has them, who would I sell them to? You have to explain it clearly!"

He wanted to disbelieve, but when he thought about how his childhood friend had always been a legend among his peers,

He couldn't help but believe it a little.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

An Qisheng waved his hand and walked into the station.

The greatest advantage the memories of his previous life gave him was not to be a plagiarist of his previous works, but to have a very broad understanding of this world, which had a high degree of overlap with his previous life.

The Great Xuan Dynasty had been established for three hundred years, with initial chaos, mid-term hardship, and rapid development in the last hundred years.

Whether by coincidence or not, the trajectory of the past few decades had gradually become highly consistent with his previous life.

Some things would slowly be put on the agenda.

Like houses.

Of course, no one was buying houses now, but by the time everyone was buying them, it would be too late to buy them.

On the train from Xing City to Xuanjing, An Qisheng closed his eyes to rest, slowly sorting out his plans.

He had always been a very steady person. Even when he did things that seemed reckless to outsiders, he had a plan in his heart.

This could be seen from the fact that he chose to remain silent for several months after awakening his ability, instead of immediately searching the world for ancient books.

The journey was uneventful, with no opportunities to right injustices or young ladies taking a liking to him and striking up a conversation.

In the evening, An Qisheng arrived in Xuanjing City smoothly.

Xuanjing, the capital of the Great Xuan Empire, with a population of nearly thirty million, was a world-class metropolis.

The daily passenger flow of Xuanjing Railway Station was far greater than that of Xing City.

"Brother An! I'm here!"

As soon as An Qisheng walked out of the train station, a black SUV stopped in front of him. It was Liu Xian, who had given An Qisheng massages for two months.

"Thank you for picking me up, Brother Liu. I appreciate it."

An Qisheng put his luggage in the trunk and got into the car.

"There's no need to say that."

The roads in Xuanjing City were well-connected, but traffic jams were common. Liu Xian was obviously used to it and chatted with An Qisheng without rushing:

"Brother An, now that you've come to the capital, you must let me, your brother, treat you well."

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Liu, but I'm recovering from a long illness and don't dare to indulge too much."

An Qisheng shook his head and refused.

Liu Xian was generous and wealthy, and knew how to have a good time.

He wasn't in the mood for that.

"As the saying goes, 'Seize the day of joy.' It's no fun if you don't go anywhere. To put it nicely, you're steady, but to put it bluntly, you're old-fashioned."

Liu Xian also shook his head:

"I've prepared a welcome banquet for you, with just a few close brothers. You can't refuse!"

Since he had already said that, An Qisheng didn't decline:

"Then I'll listen to you, Brother Liu."

In a magnificent private room at the Xuanjing International Hotel, An Qisheng met the "few friends" Liu Xian had mentioned.

In the large private room, the eyes of more than twenty people fell on him.

"Da Liu, is this the Brother An you mentioned? He's young and promising."

"Brother An, right? Come, come, come, sit down."

"Let's have a few drinks. We won't go home until we're drunk tonight."

......

A group of people greeted An Qisheng with various expressions.

"My name is An Qisheng, the 'qi' in 'pingping wu qi' (ordinary and unremarkable)."

An Qisheng wasn't intimidated and toasted each person present.

Although he didn't like these kinds of occasions, he wasn't inexperienced. Naturally, he went with the flow.

After a few rounds of drinks, An Qisheng helped the drunk Liu Xian into a hotel room and shook his head, about to leave.

*Pa!*

Liu Xian, who had been unconscious from drunkenness, immediately woke up when he touched the bed and grabbed An Qisheng's arm.

Brushing aside Liu Xian's arm, An Qisheng's drunkenness also disappeared. He looked at Liu Xian with a smile that wasn't quite a smile:

"Brother Liu, you're not drunk."

"Brother An, you're not being honest. You have such a good alcohol tolerance, yet you let me help you block the drinks."

Liu Xian sat up and sighed.

"Brother Liu, if you want something, feel free to say it."

An Qisheng pulled up a chair and sat down.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

Liu Xian sighed, his brow furrowed:

"Brother An, have you ever heard of the Beggar Taoist Society (Qidaohui)?"