Chapter 103 Turning Tides

Sometimes, clear and earnest advice is far less effective than a veiled warning.

The human heart has always been this way.

Sure enough, not long after An Qisheng rode away, the caravan, after intense discussion, decided to change course.

They followed An Qisheng towards Qingzhou.

These caravans had seen much of the world, and they knew that there were many soothsayers in the martial world. Although they might not be as good as the Astronomical Bureau, their words were often very accurate.

In their eyes, perhaps An Qisheng was one such person.

They couldn't afford not to believe it.

Especially the martial artists with inner strength, they were more willing to venture into Qingzhou than face an unknown terror.

Under the crimson moonlight, An Qisheng, galloping on his horse, glanced back and saw the death omen disappear as the caravan changed direction.

Life in this world is filled with a thousand ways to die prematurely and countless unexpected disasters.

Avoiding misfortune is not difficult; a single change of mind can determine life and death.

Just like the Grandmasters of the Seeing God realm in Xuanxing, they sense danger and avoid it, gravitating towards good fortune and avoiding misfortune. By foreseeing danger and not approaching it, they can naturally avoid many calamities.

However, this ability is not omnipotent. Once it is shielded by someone or there is a reason to go, they will be targeted and killed.

"The kindness of a meal has been repaid with a life-saving act."

An Qisheng retracted his gaze, spurred his horse into a gallop, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Dafeng's territory is extremely vast. The distance between its eastern and western borders is almost the same as the circumference of Xuanxing's equator.

The divisions of the various states are also very large. Most ordinary people never leave their own state in their entire lives, just as many people on Xuanxing never leave their own country.

Although An Qisheng's red horse was not a Flood Dragon horse, it was a top-quality steed among ordinary horses. Driven by his true qi, it could travel more than two thousand *li* in a day and a night.

Even so, it still took him seven full days to reach Qingzhou.

And between Zhongzhou and Qingzhou lay Liangzhou.

On this day, the sky was faintly bright, and the three great suns in the sky were about to rise, their red light illuminating the clouds on the horizon with a golden glow.

An Qisheng, who had been closing his eyes and dreaming atop his red horse, circulating his blood and inner strength, and refining his *qi* channels, slowly opened his eyes.

From more than ten *li* away, he could already see a huge city wall stretching tens of *li* from north to south, its end out of sight.

This city covered a vast area, with wide and tall walls, and was the largest city he had seen since coming to the Jiufu Realm.

It was located on a plain, like a giant dragon coiled around it.

This was the Qingzhou Prefectural City, also known as the epicenter of the so-called 'plague'.

"Hui lululu~"

Running all the way to the moat, the red horse finally let out a long neigh and slowly stopped.

Bean-sized beads of sweat flowed from its fiery mane, like blood, and were then vaporized into steam by the heat.

After many days of running, even with An Qisheng nourishing its physical strength with his energy and relieving its fatigue, this red horse had reached its limit.

Hu~

An Qisheng dismounted, stroking the horse's head to its back, his energy and true *qi* vibrating, calming its boiling blood, and then he took out pills to feed the horse.

During his month-long visit to Fengzhou, he had obtained quite a few pills.

And with his current physique and inner strength, ordinary pills had limited help for him, so he didn't care about this little loss.

The red horse snorted comfortably, and the temperature on its body slowly decreased.

Although its physical strength had been greatly consumed on this journey, it had also gained not a small benefit under the nourishment of energy and true *qi* and the feeding of pills.

There were almost no pedestrians outside the Qingzhou Prefectural City.

And at the city gate, hundreds of soldiers were lined up, waiting in formation.

An Qisheng also smelled a strong smell of gunpowder, obviously after repeated high-temperature disinfection.

Qingzhou Prefecture was heavily guarded, and the entry and exit of ordinary people was strictly controlled, but the entry and exit of people in the martial world was not so strict.

Firstly, the soldiers guarding the city were unwilling to offend people in the martial world, and secondly, those with inner strength had a very low chance of being infected by the plague.

Therefore, An Qisheng easily walked into Qingzhou City.

On the vast street, there were few people. Most of the restaurants and taverns on both sides were also deserted, with only a few martial artists with martial arts drinking and gathering in them.

Occasionally, pedestrians passed by, all in a hurry, with solemn faces.

An Qisheng seemingly casually found a tavern with many people, settled the horse, and walked into the tavern.

"Bring some of your tavern's signature dishes, enough food, good taste, two *jin* of wine, and boil a few basins of bathwater."

After asking for a room, An Qisheng instructed the smiling waiter with a few words.

After that, he walked into the room unhurriedly.

The strength of the physique is accompanied by higher consumption. Although there are pills to eat, daily meals are also essential.

Fortunately, the spiritual *qi* of this world exists in all things, and there are also traces of spiritual *qi* in ordinary food.

Otherwise, with his current physique, if he were on Xuanxing, daily food and drink would be a huge problem.

The wine tasted average, and the food was barely satisfactory.

But for An Qisheng, who could even eat nauseating medicinal cuisine, this was naturally not a problem.

He leisurely finished a full table of food, washed away the non-existent dust.

The door was knocked.

Before An Qisheng could respond, the person had already pushed the door open.

White dress and gauze, blue silk and long hair, exquisite face, who else but Bai Xian'er.

As early as when he entered Qingzhou, he had discovered the signal left by Bai Xian'er. This time, coming to Qingzhou Prefectural City was mostly because of the marks left by Bai Xian'er.

"Grandpa..."

Bai Xian'er, who pushed the door open, had just uttered a word, and looked at An Qisheng, who was sitting by the window, wearing a white robe, spotless, and was stunned.

"Who are you?!"

Bai Xian'er was shocked, the smile on her face disappeared immediately, and the true *qi* around her body had already surged.

"It's me."

An Qisheng moved his throat and made an old voice:

"Our unique mark, can there be anyone else?"

"You, are you really Grandpa?"

Bai Xian'er looked at An Qisheng, who had a face like jade and was a graceful gentleman, her delicate body shook, her face full of disbelief.

She naturally knew that martial arts cultivation to Great Accomplishment could maintain youth, and she also knew that some *yi rong* martial arts could change appearance, but, what kind of martial arts can wash away the vicissitudes of time on a person?

This vigorous, like the vitality of the rising sun, can a nearly hundred-year-old old man possess it?

Where can this still be done by martial arts?

"Of course it's me."

An Qisheng gently put down his wine glass.

The moment the wine glass landed on the table, his blue hair had turned white, and his fair and smooth skin had become sallow and loose. In an instant, he had returned to his original old Taoist appearance.

At the same time, the surging vitality and vigorous life force in his body also fell to the bottom, exuding an aura of vicissitudes.

With just one thought, huge changes have taken place from the mental state, physical body, aura, and even the most subtle details.

It's like a different person.

"This, this, Grandpa, what kind of martial arts is this..."

Watching the scene of 'transformation' with her own eyes, Bai Xian'er was shocked.

This is no longer martial arts, it's already immortal magic!

An Qisheng smiled slightly, his voice vicissitudes:

"Want to learn?"

After seeing the Niwan Palace, his control over his physical body has reached an incredible level.

He can already stimulate the body through transporting blood and *qi* to achieve extremely rapid metabolism, so as to produce such a 'transformation' effect.

One thought turns the rising sun into the setting sun, and in an instant, the setting sun evolves into the rising sun.

The entire change is a complete transformation from the subtle details of the body, to the aura, to the mental outlook.

"Want..."

Bai Xian'er's eyes lit up.

For a woman, such martial arts are simply a dream.

"Let's talk about this later."

An Qisheng waved his hand and asked:

"Do you know about this plague in Qingzhou?"

"Plague?"

Bai Xian'er didn't expect An Qisheng to ask this question.

After the Great Accomplishment of Blood Exchange, in addition to some of the world's strange poisons, ordinary poisons and plagues cannot help the martial arts people at all, let alone her grandpa, who she thinks has already achieved the Great Accomplishment of *Qi* Channels.

No hindrance, why care about it?

"Tell me what you know."

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart.

From Bai Xian'er's expression, he knew that like other martial artists, Bai Xian'er also didn't care about this so-called plague.

"Grandpa, this plague... after the government changed the water source and burned the corpses, it seems that very few people have been infected."

Bai Xian'er recalled slightly and said:

"I guess this plague may not be a plague. It is possible that someone poisoned the water source."

Although she doesn't care about this plague, the intelligence system of the Six Prisons Demonic Sect is very strong, and there are some things she has to know even if she doesn't want to.

"Poisoning."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, which was similar to what he guessed.

"The people from the Imperial Guards have already sealed Qingzhou Prefectural City more than twenty days ago, and ordinary people are not allowed to go out. Anyone with symptoms will be taken to the city for blockade and isolation, and the corpses of the dead will be burned together..."

Bai Xian'er told everything she knew one by one.

An Qisheng tapped the table with his fingers. Such handling methods are not bad in this era.

"Xian'er has seen a patient get sick, and the symptoms are very similar to a strange poison of the Golden Wolf Royal Court."

Bai Xian'er seemed to remember something:

"It is said that before every war, the Golden Wolf Kingdom will send people to poison the enemy country to create chaos. This time, it may be the same."

"Golden Wolf Royal Court?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

The Jiufu Realm is full of countries, and there are seven truly powerful countries, of which the Golden Wolf Kingdom has the most vast territory.

The Golden Wolf Kingdom is also the most war-loving country among the countries.

The former Nantianshan Hunting Conference was mostly initiated by the Golden Wolf Kingdom. After being silent for a long time after that battle, is it going to war again?

"Grandpa, are you going to Zhongzhou this time?"

Bai Xian'er quietly changed the subject.

The Six Prisons Demonic Sect is adjacent to the Golden Wolf Kingdom, and its relationship with the Golden Wolf Kingdom is not bad. She doesn't want to get involved in these things at all, otherwise if she is discovered, she will die without a whole body.

"Not bad."

An Qisheng took a deep look at Bai Xian'er and said lightly:

"You left a mark for me, but what did you find?"

"Grandpa, this time the Holy Son is determined to come to Dafeng, and no one can stop him. You still don't want to take risks."

Bai Xian'er persuaded:

"The Righteous Alliance is going to stand out this time, I'm afraid it's not far from being destroyed."

"If I don't look for him, won't he look for me?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, as if he felt something interesting.

He has been practicing the Myriad Fortune Qi Observation Technique more and more deeply, and his spirit has gradually reached a strange state. He can feel that the Six Prisons Demonic Sect Holy Son, whom he has never met, also has deep malice towards him.

Bai Xian'er smiled bitterly: "Yes, this time all the people on the Earth Ranking are the targets of the Holy Son, and someone is already looking for your whereabouts."

"I guessed it."

An Qisheng looked at Bai Xian'er with a smile, and said leisurely:

"What I'm more curious about at this time is whether you were followed here because of a momentary carelessness, or whether you want to borrow Grandpa's knife to kill someone again..."

Boom!

An Qisheng stepped lightly under his feet, and layers of ripples rippled out like water waves.

The huge tavern shook suddenly, and dust 'rustled and fell'.

And between the steps, the door of the room had suddenly opened!

Between the howling of air currents and the scattering of dust, a pale knife light instantly illuminated the entire room!