Chapter 1 Royal Authority Sword

Royal Authority Sword!

Tong Zhengyang let out a long howl, the blood vessels on his arm bursting open, spraying out blood, instantly dyeing his entire arm red.

And within that flowing blood, a glimmer of light ignited, dancing in his palm.

Within a few breaths, it expanded into a long sword more than three feet in length.

The long sword was colorless and translucent, stained with Tong Zhengyang's blood, shimmering with an eerie light under the sunlight.

"Explode, you..."

Tong Zhengyang gritted his teeth so hard they clicked, his heart aching so much he couldn't breathe.

The Royal Authority Sword, also known as the Mother-Child Royal Authority Sword, consisted of eight swords, mother and child, and was the sacred weapon of Wangquan Dao, a sacred place in his world.

The sword was like iron yet not iron, like air yet not air, formless and without substance, capable of manifesting as a hundred weapons, containing the countless years of Wangquan Dao's heritage. It was a top-tier divine weapon in his world.

The reason he was being hunted down was because of this Royal Authority Child Sword.

But with his cultivation, and in this ghostly place with no spiritual energy, the price he had to pay to activate it was simply indescribable.

"Target is moving, target is moving!"

"What is that? A cold weapon? A cold weapon similar to the long sword of the Da Xuan Kingdom?"

"Hahaha! This alien is shouting incomprehensible gibberish for this cold weapon?"

"Oh, look at that cute little bitch!"

Hundreds of meters in the air, pilots in fighter jets communicated with each other, thinking the dust had settled.

No one in this world could escape alive under the encirclement of the great air force of the Golden Eagle Empire.

Not even this humanoid creature who might be an alien.

"Attack! Attack!"

Hundreds of miles away on the command platform, Williams felt a sense of foreboding and shouted out orders.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

As his orders were issued, the sky above the coastal plains of Florida was instantly filled with smoke.

Countless missiles cleared the rolling airflow, dragging long, fiery tails, crisscrossing and entangling like a net, bombarding Tong Zhengyang.

"Bearing the heavens, resonating through the Nine Heavens, Royal Authority suppresses the mountains, universally receiving the light!"

Amidst the rolling waves of smoke, Tong Zhengyang's eyes were bloodshot, sacrificing blood to the sword, and he uttered a soft shout:

"斩! (Zhǎn! - Sever!)"

Zheng~~~

The sound of the sword resonated through the sky, and a chilling light pierced through the waves of smoke.

"What is this?"

"Oh no!"

"Ah!"

From the command platform, Williams saw a ray of sword light cut through the sky, its speed so fast that it left afterimages, weaving like a dragon and snake between the fighter jets, and instantly disappeared over the coastline.

Only the screams coming from the radio, and the balls of fire exploding one after another on the screen, told him.

You're finished!

"No!!!"

Williams let out a desperate howl, then roared and screamed, going mad with rage:

"Chase, chase him, kill him!!!"

.......

Da Xuan, Xing City, Garden District, the An family's three-story house.

"Since leaving the hospital, Qisheng hasn't left the house for thirteen days. He just stays in his room after meals. What are we going to do?"

Looking at the closed bedroom door, Mother An looked worried.

An Jianzhong took a sip of wine and didn't say anything. He didn't know what his son had been doing these days.

"All you do is drink. You don't even care about your son!"

Mother An glared at Father An, her face full of worry.

Ever since her son got this disease, she felt like the sky had fallen. Her every thought was about her son.

"Sigh."

An Jianzhong sighed, got up, came to the bedroom door, and knocked gently:

"Qisheng, Qisheng, come out for a moment. It's time to change your medicine."

In the bedroom, An Qisheng, who appeared to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, a smile blooming on his face:

"Finally, it's a success!"

After thirteen days of constant experimentation, he had finally put together a medicinal diet that suited him. It might not be as precise as artificial intelligence,

but it was the limit of what he could currently achieve.

Between life and death, An Qisheng couldn't be truly detached. He had just been suppressing his feelings.

Now that there was hope for a cure, the heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart fell to the ground, and his whole mood changed. Even the energy within his body became lively.

Hearing the knocking on the door, he let out a long breath and got up to open it.

"Qisheng?"

Looking at his son's smiling face, An Jianzhong was stunned. How long had it been since he had seen his son smile so happily?

"Dad."

An Qisheng stepped forward and gave his father a hug, sat on the sofa, and took his mother's hand:

"Mom, I'm fine. Don't worry."

"You haven't left the house for so many days. Guangke came to find you, but you wouldn't come out."

Mother An looked at her son's haggard face, feeling sorry for him.

Seeing his mother's sad expression, An Qisheng also felt a little heartache.

Although even he wasn't sure if there was any possibility of curing his illness, he couldn't help but reveal some information:

"Mom, I may have found a way to treat my illness..."

"Mom knows you're sick, but you can't give up on yourself... What did you say?"

Mother An subconsciously comforted her son, but then she understood the meaning of An Qisheng's words and exclaimed, "You, you said you found a way to treat your illness?!"

"What way?"

An Jianzhong was also jolted.

"I can't explain it in detail right now, but believe me, I won't lie to you."

An Qisheng found it difficult to explain his ability to his parents, and he didn't want to lie to them, so he could only avoid talking about it.

He took out his notes, made some slight changes, and handed them to An Jianzhong:

"Dad, can you help me buy the things written on this? The more, the better."

"This is... the medicinal diet recipe you wanted from the training camp?"

An Jianzhong glanced at the things written on the paper.

"Yes."

An Qisheng nodded.

"What does this medicinal diet have to do with your illness?"

An Jianzhong looked at the medicine and food listed and was a little confused.

"Your son asked you to buy it, so just buy it. Why are you asking so many questions!"

When Mother An saw An Jianzhong asking questions, she immediately became angry.

She didn't care if it was related or not. As long as her son said it was useful, she would unconditionally believe him.

"Okay, okay, I'll go now."

An Jianzhong hurriedly put away the paper and quickly walked out the door.

"Mom, why are you crying?"

An Qisheng turned his head and saw his mother crying, and he quickly reached out to wipe her tears.

Mother An held his hand, crying and laughing:

"Qiqi, there's hope for your illness. Mom is happy, happy."

Mother An wiped her tears, stood up:

"You stay at home. Mom will cook for you. You've been sleeping for so long, you must be hungry."

An Qisheng was about to say that he would only eat medicinal diets from now on, but he thought about it and didn't say it.

If Mom is happy, then let her cook. Anyway, he could eat it.

After comforting his parents, An Qisheng returned to his bedroom and turned on the computer.

The martial arts spirit was strong in Da Xuan, and there were many herbal medicine shops, but some of the items on the recipe were still difficult to buy.

It wasn't that they were so rare that they didn't exist, but that ordinary people didn't need them, so there wouldn't be many in the entire Xing City.

He needed to buy them online.

He skillfully opened a shopping website, found what he needed, and placed his order.

An Qisheng was about to close the computer when a news pop-up caught his attention:

"This is?"