Chapter 1 The Murmur

Hoo hoo hoo~~~

In the pitch-black night, the doors and windows of the room were wide open, and large gusts of air gushed out from within, leaving traces in the night sky.

Inside the room, An Qisheng's skin was a crystalline red, and blood flowed torrentially within his veins, which resembled jade.

His body trembled incessantly, as if some terrifying existence wanted to burst out of him.

Glug~

At a certain moment, a sound like a large stone falling into a deep well echoed from within him.

The redness on An Qisheng's body slowly faded.

Opening his eyes, color reappeared, and light returned.

An Qisheng quietly savored the moment. It felt as if he had two hearts beating in unison within him.

His chest pulsed, blood flowing fiercely, and his abdomen pulsed, his zhenqi (true energy) surged even more violently.

What ordinary martial artists needed ten months to condense, the seed of true energy, he had initially condensed. He only needed to nurture it for a few days, and it would be a great success.

"Zhenqi, qi (energy) channels..."

An Qisheng's eyes were bright.

His physique was extraordinary, and his combat power was tyrannical. A mere seed of true energy had limited improvement for him.

Because the attack power of zhenqi was almost negligible compared to his own aura.

However, the condensation of the seed of true energy meant that he had truly embarked on the essence of the martial arts of Jiu Fu Realm.

The condensation of qi channels was the true manifestation of the power of Jiu Fu Realm martial arts.

Only after the qi channels were condensed could the zhenqi burst out of the body, and he could use his own zhenqi to attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and then unleash a destructive force far exceeding zhenqi.

For example, Huiguo's Dragon Elephant Vajra Great Handprint required constructing a zhenqi meridian leading to the hand in the body to be performed. The Dragon Elephant Vajra Body, this horizontal training divine art, required the condensation of numerous qi channels around the body to form a complete and functioning Small Heavenly Cycle to achieve great success.

Others, such as Xue Chaoyang's Heavenly Wolf Seven Demon Blades, Yun Dongliu's Righteous Saber, Yun Tang's Surging Wave Palm, Tong Zhengyang's Heavenly Dragon Roaming Immortal Steps, Covering Heaven Great Handprint, Silent Extinction Palm, Heavenly Wave Crossing Technique, Heavenly Image Finger, Phantom Sound Fist, Annihilation Blade, and other powerful martial arts.

Only by condensing their respective qi channels could they be performed.

Whoosh~

At this moment, as An Qisheng flicked his sleeve, the human skin scroll flew out.

"You, you actually only condensed the seed of true energy now?"

The scribbled handwriting on the human skin scroll showed the shock of the consciousness behind it.

It had been circulating in the world for seven hundred years, and it had been obtained by countless people, but those who could truly see it must have extremely strong spirits.

Not to mention the initial condensation of the spiritual meridian, at least it should be the great accomplishment of the qi meridian.

This person had a strong aura and a powerful spirit, but before, he hadn't even condensed the seed of true energy?

"It seems that I guessed correctly, your perception of the outside world is very limited."

An Qisheng casually picked up the human skin scroll and said lightly.

In the gray room, an old Taoist with white hair was talking to himself while holding a piece of human skin, which was indescribably weird.

"You, you're strange."

Words reappeared on the human skin scroll:

"You guessed right, I can't clearly perceive the outside world, but in this state, even if I can clearly see the outside world, what then?"

The words conveyed its meaning.

From the words on it, An Qisheng seemed to be able to detect the loneliness and unwillingness behind this human skin scroll.

Being locked in the human skin scroll for seven hundred years, like a prison, no matter how strong one's spirit was, it would produce all kinds of negative emotions.

An Qisheng was quite impressed that this human skin scroll had not gone mad.

"Your 'Maha Rotation Wheel Technique' is indeed exquisite."

An Qisheng changed the topic and started talking about the Maha Rotation Wheel Technique.

The martial art on the human skin scroll was indeed extraordinary. The zhenqi it could condense was not just one kind, but six kinds, and any one of them could reach its peak state.

Compared to the same level of Heavenly One Spirit Seizing Scripture, it had five more chances for trial and error.

This was very rare.

"Exquisite? Just exquisite?"

The human skin scroll responded:

"The day my divine art is completed, I will surely be invincible! If you can find my Maha Rotation Wheel, even if the Weapon Master reappears, you may not be able to contend with him."

"May not be able to... It seems that your awe of the Eight Weapon Masters has not diminished in seven hundred years."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Even the harsh words were spoken so unconfidently, to what extent were those Weapon Masters powerful?

"Awe? Hahaha! It's more than just awe? It's simply a fear engraved in my bones!"

The handwriting on the human skin scroll was a little cold:

"You haven't tried being cut into thousands of pieces, even your spirit is slowly sliced apart, how can you know my feelings?"

The consciousness in the human skin scroll did not hide its fear.

Facing fear directly was the best way to eliminate it.

"That's indeed true."

An Qisheng expressed his agreement, and then said:

"Then if I tell you that someone fought to the death with one of the Weapon Masters, what do you think?"

"Impossible! How is that possible!"

The human skin scroll shook, and the words on it appeared '唰唰':

"Who? Who can fight to the death with a Weapon Master? Which Weapon Master? How did they fight to the death? Tell me, who did such a shocking thing?!"

The handwriting on the human skin scroll was very shocked, as if it had broken his cognition.

'It seems that such a thing has not happened for tens of thousands of years. How did Huangfu do it?'

'Heavenly Human Aura Observation Technique?'

An Qisheng stroked his beard, his eyes flickering.

He realized that he had fallen into a misunderstanding.

From Huangfu's performance at this time, he inevitably looked down on him. It was incorrect to use his current performance to define the future Huangfu.

Han Xin, who could even endure the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs, if there were no subsequent events, would he not just be a timid and cowardly waste when crawling between someone's legs?

But the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs was him, and the one who trapped the overlord with the ambush from all sides in the future was also him.

"You, tell me! Who is it? Which Weapon Master?"

The human skin scroll wriggled in his palm, interrupting An Qisheng's thoughts.

"If you want to know, exchange it for the complete secret manual of the Maha Rotation Wheel Technique."

An Qisheng responded lightly.

The human skin scroll immediately fell silent.

An Qisheng didn't care and put away the human skin scroll casually.

Although he was interested in this Maha Rotation Wheel Technique, he didn't necessarily need the human skin scroll to take the initiative to say it.

Although he had never entered the dream of the parchment, with him as a medium, he might be able to get a glimpse of Da Motian's memory from seven hundred years ago.

Whoosh~

He got up and got out of bed and walked out the door. At this time, the darkness was fading, and the red sun was about to rise.

Wisps of smoke had already risen in An Yang Prefecture.

But his sight was not on An Yang Prefecture.

Looking as far as he could, at the end of the sky that was about to brighten, there was a faint black evil aura surging, as if a storm was about to come.

"A storm is coming, but I don't know which god is coming this time..."

An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, and the white hair on his temples fluttered slightly in the night wind.

After the zhenqi was condensed, there would be no immediate effect.

But with zhenqi, urging the Myriad Luck Aura Observation Technique became more and more free.

.......

Qingzhou.

It was one of the most prosperous prefectures among the many large prefectures in Da Feng. It bordered the Hua Yan Mountains to the east, which had many mineral veins, and the central plains had tens of thousands of acres, which could both grow crops and raise horses.

The Great Dragon River and the Chang Jin River came along the prefectures, surrounded Qingzhou, and entered the sea in the south of Qingzhou.

There were abundant aquatic products, and foreign merchant ships came and went in the docks.

The unique geographical environment created the wealth of Qingzhou.

On the official road leading to Donglin Prefecture, there was a bustling stream of merchants, as well as dart bureau escorts carrying goods in silence with knives and swords.

Tatta-tatta-tatta~

A burst of crisp hoofbeats attracted everyone's attention.

The dart bureau's escort turned his head to look and saw a row of red tall horses coming.

Those horses were nine feet tall at the shoulder, and their whole bodies were crimson red. Their manes fluttered without a trace of mixed colors. They moved as if flames were burning. A slow pace was as good as a trot for ordinary horses.

"Jiao horses (dragon horses)! Six Jiao horses pulling a carriage!"

The passing merchants were all shocked.

Although Jiao horses were not as rare as some exotic beasts, their value was extremely high. Ordinary people could not afford to buy them, let alone raise them.

Unlike ordinary horses, Jiao horses not only ate grass but also ate meat.

The rations for one Jiao horse were enough to bankrupt a middle-class family.

How could such luxury not attract everyone's attention?

"These, these are top-quality Jiao horses!"

The pupils of an old escort in the dart bureau shrank.

Jiao horses also had different grades. The difference in value between top-quality Jiao horses and low-quality Jiao horses was even greater than the difference between ordinary horses and thousand-mile horses.

One top-quality Jiao horse was enough to compare with twenty ordinary Jiao horses!

Even if all hundreds of escorts in their entire dart bureau ran around for a lifetime, they would not be able to afford any one of these six Jiao horses!

Six Jiao horses walked side by side, pulling a purple-black carriage. As they came slowly, the passing merchants retreated, fearing that they would disturb these big shots.

The old escort of the dart bureau tightened his face even more and pulled the carriage to the side.

"How far is Qingzhou Prefecture?"

From the carriage, a faint male voice came.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man driving the carriage looked respectful: "Returning to the Holy Son, it's not far!"

Holy Son?!

The old escort in the dart bureau who had been watching here was stunned when he heard this title, and then his heart beat wildly.

Holy Son?

In the whole world, only one place had such a title.

That was the Six Hells Demon Sect!

The person in this carriage was actually the Holy Son of the Six Hells Demon Sect?

In the instant his thoughts turned, cold sweat flowed down the old escort's body, and his eyes showed horror.

He wanted to turn around and run away, but he didn't dare to. For a time, he pulled his horse to the side of the road and didn't dare to move.

"Did Duan Yunlong leave any signals?"

The person in the carriage asked lightly.

"Returning to the Holy Son, I haven't found any signals left by Senior Brother Duan."

The coachman's face tightened.

"Heh heh."

The person in the carriage smiled lightly:

"It seems that after condensing the qi channels, this Senior Brother Duan has had some thoughts that he shouldn't have."

The coachman kept silent.

"Let's go, don't make everyone wait anxiously."

As the curtain of the carriage was lifted, a pair of deep eyes swept over the crowd of pedestrians on the roadside whose expressions changed, and the tone was flat:

"I forgot that there were people on the roadside. Be cleaner with your actions."

"Not good!"

The old escort in the dart bureau's heart jumped wildly, and he finally couldn't help it:

"Holy Son, Holy Son, Your Excellency, spare my life!"

"What Holy Son?"

The other escorts were stunned for a moment, looked at the old escort's pale face, and remembered something.

"It is!"

But before they could make any movements.

In a uniform response, a torrential rain of knives rolled in, drowning out all the screams.