Chapter 1 Qing Prefecture's Ke Mengfan

Qing Prefecture’s Ke Mengfan, Beggar Clan Elder Shi Wanlong, Long River Sword King Xiao Changfa… In just thirteen days, five great experts listed on the Weaponry Index had already fallen!

Countless martial artists were shaken by this.

None of the experts listed on the Earthly Rankings were solitary figures. Even a lone wolf like Ke Mengfan had several friends. The repercussions of these five deaths were far more earth-shattering than the deaths of Xue Chaoyang and the others.

Especially since the perpetrator was the Holy Son of the Six Hells Demonic Sect, the storm he stirred up was even more significant than what An Qisheng could have caused.

Feng Qingxuan, the Holy Son of the Six Hells Demonic Sect, had arrived in Da Feng, intending to do what his master had done in the past!

This news was like a thunderclap, shattering the peace of the entire martial world.

It reminded countless martial artists of the terrifying existence from decades ago who measured the world barefoot and weighed the entire martial world with his fists.

Pang Wanyang!

Decades ago, Pang Wanyang rose from an unknown junior to become the recognized number one in the world. Even though many involved parties kept their mouths shut, the bloody storms he stirred up had ultimately been passed down.

For a time, the martial world was in turmoil.

Countless people visited the Huangjue Temple, the Ultimate God Sect, the Moon Worship Villa, the True Yang Dao, the Great Dragon Gate, and other major sects, seeking their assistance in subduing the demon.

Just as many of the major sects were being persuaded to take action, a letter of invitation arrived from the bitterly cold northwest, from the highest Six Hells Holy Mountain, and was delivered to the major sects.

The letter was concise but made countless people shudder:

"When the disciple dies, the master arrives!"

That day on Ultimate God Mountain, sword qi soared into the sky, cleaving the clouds…

Within Moon Worship Villa, a crimson moon rose during the day, illuminating the sky…

In Huangjue Temple, the sound of chanting buddhas reverberated for dozens of miles, and countless believers prostrated themselves in worship…

…

The Righteous and Benevolent Gate was located before the Ten Thousand Rivers Mountain Range in Central Province, backed by mountains and facing the Great Dragon River, with excellent feng shui.

However, the Righteous and Benevolent Gate was not as imposing as one might imagine.

Not to mention compared to many major sects, it was even inferior to the residences of some small gangs.

Aside from occupying a considerable amount of land, there was really nothing worth praising.

Before an ancient and dilapidated courtyard complex on the riverbank, Yun Dongliu arrived, pulling two small children, covered in dust from their journey.

With his martial arts, returning to the Righteous and Benevolent Gate would not have taken so long, but with these two little ones in tow, his speed inevitably slowed down.

It took him more than a month to barely reach the Righteous and Benevolent Gate.

"Ninth Brother, was the trip smooth?"

Two gatekeepers at the entrance of the Righteous and Benevolent Gate greeted Yun Dongliu with a smile:

"Why did you bring two little ones? Are you going to take disciples?"

"I haven't made a name for myself yet, where would I get the qualifications to take disciples?"

Yun Dongliu handed the horse to the gatekeeper, scolding him with a smile:

"Are you sincerely trying to make fun of your brother?"

"I can't speak for the other brothers, but Ninth Brother should be fine."

The gatekeeper seemed to have a very good relationship with Yun Dongliu, smiling as he took the reins.

"These two little ones were entrusted to me by a friend. My friend's martial arts are ten times better than mine, I am not qualified to teach them."

Yun Dongliu squatted down, affectionately stroking the heads of the two little ones:

"Tingting, Hao Hao, stay here at the Righteous and Benevolent Gate first. After the Daoist is done with his business, Uncle will take you to find him, okay?"

The two little ones came from a similar background as him, and were very sensible and obedient. He had grown quite fond of them during their journey together.

"Okay, we'll listen to Uncle."

Jiang Tingting nodded obediently.

"Uncle, where did my master go?"

Zhang Hao Hao twisted his body uncomfortably.

"That, Uncle doesn't know either."

Yun Dongliu shook his head slightly.

An Qisheng's current reputation was so great, second on the Earthly Rankings, almost on par with his master. He knew that old Daoist was a master far beyond him.

However, he would never go back on his promises.

Especially since he was one of the few who knew the inside story of that battle, knowing that the old Daoist had saved many martial artists, and the name of the Blood Demon was just a false accusation.

"Will Master come looking for us?"

Hearing her older brother mention their master, Jiang Tingting immediately wanted to cry: "We left, what if Master doesn't know where we are?"

"No, Uncle made an agreement with your master."

Yun Dongliu wiped away the tears of the two little ones, and asked one of the gatekeepers to take them to rest.

These two little ones had very limited martial arts, and could not do much to help on the road.

They were now extremely tired.

"Ninth Brother, in the past half month, a major event has happened in the martial world…"

The gatekeeper returned after settling the horses and couldn't help but talk about the events that had occurred in recent days.

"I've heard something, but I don't know the specifics."

Yun Dongliu's expression was somewhat solemn.

News of Feng Qingxuan had spread extremely quickly, almost throughout the entire martial world in half a month. Although he was busy traveling, he was not isolated from the world, and had naturally heard some news.

But he was with two little ones, and far away, so he couldn't really inquire.

"That Demonic Sect Holy Son has extremely high martial arts, even the Beggar Clan's Shi Wanlong fell. It is said that he was chopped into pieces with a single blade, and not even complete flesh could be found…"

The gatekeeper was somewhat apprehensive when he spoke of this.

Because of the many frictions between the Righteous and Benevolent Gate and the Beggar Clan, the Righteous and Benevolent Gate naturally had a very deep understanding of the Beggar Clan.

Shi Wanlong was not only an elder of the Beggar Clan, but also the disciple of the Beggar Clan leader Wang Jianglong, a great expert who had been famous for two or three decades, and had once made things difficult for the Righteous and Benevolent Gate.

Now that he had died so tragically, they were naturally apprehensive upon hearing this.

Yun Dongliu leaned against the stone tablet and sat down, listening to the gatekeeper recount the major events in the martial world in recent days.

There was no hierarchy in the Righteous and Benevolent Gate, and this gatekeeper was of the same generation as him, in charge of the Righteous and Benevolent Gate's intelligence system.

"Although Shi Wanlong's name is famous, his martial arts may not be better than Ke Mengfan's. It's not unjust for him to die at the hands of Feng Qingxuan."

Yun Dongliu shook his head slightly.

The Beggar Clan was one of the oldest gangs in history, but unfortunately, the Beggar Clan had always been mixed, and even the current Beggar Clan might not be the same as the Beggar Clan hundreds of years ago. Although the name has been passed down, the martial arts may not have been.

The current Beggar Clan leader, Wang Jianglong, did not learn the Beggar Clan's martial arts, but the Golden Body Horizontal Training taught by a strange person in the mountains.

After he became the Beggar Clan leader, he absorbed the strengths of the Beggar Clan's hundreds of martial arts, and created a set of Subduing Dragon Palms after removing the dross.

Using Golden Body Horizontal Training to control the Subduing Dragon Palms, he established the Beggar Clan's reputation as a major gang.

The real mainstay of the Beggar Clan was actually only him alone, and the rest were mostly incompetent.

"That's true, but Feng Qingxuan's martial arts cannot be underestimated. On the newly released Weaponry Index Earthly Rankings, he has already entered the top five."

The gatekeeper clicked his tongue:

"The Six Hells Demon Lord didn't become famous as quickly as him."

"He won't be the second Pang Wanyang…"

Just as Yun Dongliu was about to say something, his heart suddenly moved.

He turned to look and saw a group of people coming from across the Great Dragon River, which was hundreds of feet wide, kicking up dust.

The group of people were wearing monk robes and bamboo hats.

They did not stop before the river, but leisurely stepped on the rolling river water and crossed the river on foot!

"That is…"

The gatekeeper also noticed the people outside the river:

"Are those… monks? Are they monks from Huangjue Temple, or monks from Zhuanlun Temple, or Lanke Temple?"

"May I ask where you masters are from?"

Yun Dongliu's heart moved, and he shouted loudly.

This time, Yun Dongliu stirred up his inner strength, roaring like a lion, shaking the sky and the earth. The sound waves spread hundreds of feet away, and the sound of the turbulent river water could not cover it.

"Esteemed Yun, greetings."

On the river, the group of people did not stop walking, and responded after hearing this:

"This old monk is Sande, from Huangjue Temple."

The old monk's true qi was extremely majestic. His calm words were louder and clearer than Yun Dongliu's roar with inner strength.

"So it's Master Sande!"

Yun Dongliu's heart stirred.

The old monk with the highest seniority in Huangjue Temple was naturally Yixiu. This Sande was only two generations lower than Yixiu, and was already a pillar of Huangjue Temple today.

Although he was nameless on the Weaponry Index, he was indeed a congenital master who had condensed his qi channels.

"Uninvited, esteemed Yun, please don't blame us."

Hundreds of feet of river surface passed by in an instant.

The group of people had already arrived at the shore.

A burly monk at the head took off his bamboo hat and placed his palms together in front of his chest: "This little monk is here to seek an audience with the Righteous and Benevolent Gate's Old Man Yun."

"Seeking an audience with my teacher…"

Yun Dongliu's expression changed slightly. He had already vaguely guessed the intentions of this group of people:

"My teacher has been in seclusion for a long time after fighting with the Beggar Clan leader, and I really don't know if he has left seclusion."

"That doesn't matter."

As he spoke, the group of people gradually approached.

Sande took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Yun Dongliu:

"This is a letter from our abbot Sankong to Old Man Yun. Please be sure to hand it over to your teacher."

"Abbot Sankong's letter?"

Yun Dongliu took the letter with both hands, and couldn't help but ask: "May I ask Master Sande, is this letter related to the Six Hells Demonic Sect Holy Son?"

"The abbot did not say, and this old monk does not know."

Sande shook his head slightly.

"In that case, please rest in the manor for a while."

Yun Dongliu pinched the letter, feeling a little hot.

After hesitating for a moment, he instructed the gatekeeper to entertain them well, and hurried into the Righteous and Benevolent Gate.

The Righteous and Benevolent Gate's residence was excavated bit by bit by Yun Haitian himself. Although the decoration was average, it occupied a considerable amount of land.

Yun Dongliu skillfully turned past several long corridors and several courtyards, stopping before the inner courtyard.

"Teacher…"

Just as Yun Dongliu walked to the front of the inner courtyard, he saw the door of the inner courtyard being pushed open.

A tall and burly old man with a lion-like face and a bearded face stepped out of his retreat.

"Teacher, Huangjue Temple's Master Sande has come to visit."

A trace of worry appeared on Yun Dongliu's face.

As the old man stepped out of the door, he smelled a strong bloody smell, which was emitted from the pores all over his body.

Obviously, his injuries had not yet healed.

The old man casually took the letter, opened it, and frowned.