Chapter 1 An Uneasy Feeling

“Hmm?”

On the third floor of Yangxiao Hall, Yun Dongliu, jolted from his sleep, sat up, long saber in hand.

He never removed his clothes while sleeping, and he always held his long saber in his palm, his vigilance extremely high.

In the martial world, countless experts had been killed by enemies who broke in during their sleep, or because their weapons were not at hand.

Knowing that there were members of the Demonic Sect in this city, he naturally dared not be careless in the slightest.

Whoosh~

Yun Dongliu moved, opened the window, and glanced around, his brow furrowing:

"Is it the sound of the wind...or?"

After thinking for a moment, he moved, long saber in hand, and leaped out of the window, stepping into the night.

Under the crimson moon, the night was as cool as water. Aside from the howling night wind, there seemed to be nothing unusual. The earlier feeling seemed like an illusion.

"Did I mishear? No, I must be careful. If I implicate Old Daoist Chang's family, it would be a sin..."

Yun Dongliu was somewhat puzzled, but he didn't dare to be careless.

He turned back and headed towards the backyard of Yangxiao Hall. In any case, he would only be relieved after taking a look.

.........

Under the scarlet moonlight, Bian You drifted in with the wind, like a falling leaf, landing silently.

He glanced around. This was a spacious courtyard with a well, a water tank, a stove, an old tree, and a set of tea utensils on a stone table and chairs beneath the old tree, still steaming.

It seemed that its owner had just left.

"Hmm?! Hot tea?"

Just as he retracted his gaze, Bian You's body shook, and he looked again. On the stone chair under the old tree, there was actually another person!

He didn't doubt his eyesight. A moment ago, that figure hadn't existed at all. Only in the blink of an eye had another person appeared?

This shock was no small matter. Bian You felt his hair stand on end.

Bang!

In a flash of lightning, before Bian You could even see who the person was, his body had already leaped backwards, trying to retreat.

Whoosh!

But as he leaped onto the high eaves of Yangxiao Hall and looked down, he found the area under the tree empty. Where was anyone?

Where did he go?

Could I have been mistaken?

Thoughts raced through Bian You's mind, but he had no intention of staying.

With a surge of true qi, he was about to fly away.

But little did he expect that this leap wouldn't lift him off the ground.

Because a hand had landed on his shoulder at some point.

"You........"

Bian You felt as if struck by lightning, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

He could feel the terrifying power contained in the hand pressing on his shoulder, enough to make his heart palpitate.

He dared not move, dare not run, and didn't even dare to breathe.

Someone with such speed and agility that he couldn't even perceive them was far beyond his ability to contend with.

"Are you looking for me?"

The deep voice in his ear sent chills down Bian You's spine.

Because he had heard this voice just yesterday. It was actually the voice of that old Daoist!

An old Daoist in a remote county town on the edge of Dafeng was actually hiding so deeply. Who could he be?

Associating it with the purpose of his visit, Bian You's body went limp.

*Duo Ling Mo Gong* (Soul-奪ing Demonic Skill)!

This old Daoist must be the possessor of the *Duo Ling Mo Gong*!

"So I'm already this strong..."

Bian You only heard a self-muttering sentence behind him. The next moment, the world spun, and he was kneeling in front of the stone table in the courtyard.

In his lowered gaze, he could see a pair of black cloth shoes.

"S-Senior, junior, junior was just passing by, just passing by, and has absolutely no malicious intentions..."

Bian You didn't dare to look up, his heart filled with bitter words.

He had fallen!

He hadn't fallen into Yun Dongliu's hands, but he had fallen into this Yangxiao Hall.

And yet, he had delivered himself to their doorstep...

"Is that so?"

An Qisheng held the warm tea, noncommittal.

With his current perception, not to mention a mere night-walker, even if someone was hiding in a thick coffin, he could still tell who the person in front of him was.

He could naturally guess Bian You's intentions.

However, he was curious whether this person had really come on impulse or whether Bai Xian'er had deliberately deceived him in order to use him as a pawn...

In his opinion, the latter was more likely.

His Soul-奪ing Great Art hadn't twisted Bai Xian'er's own thoughts, so how she acted wouldn't be any different from before.

Using others as pawns and killing off her own kind was nothing more than a normal operation for Bai Xian'er, who had grown up in the Demonic Sect.

Unless he completely washed away her intelligence with the Soul-奪ing Great Art, her nature was unlikely to change much.

"Senior is wise, Senior is wise. Junior has absolutely no malice."

Bian You's heart pounded.

In his mind, an incomparably terrifying aura sealed off any direction he might escape in. If he moved rashly, the next moment would be his death.

The heavy night seemed to have turned into a man-eating beast, and the terrifying aura was like a tangible hand clutching his heart.

He had only experienced this feeling on his senior brother, Duan Yunlong.

This old Daoist was probably infinitely close to achieving the *Qi Mai Da Cheng* (Great Success of Qi Channels) realm.

"Whether you have ulterior motives or have strayed in unintentionally, now that you're here, it's naturally impossible for you to leave easily."

An Qisheng looked at Bian You indifferently.

This Bian You was, after all, a disciple of the Red Sun Dharma King. Although he couldn't compare to Huiguo and Mingtang, and was even a step behind Bai Xian'er, he had still condensed a seed of true qi, making him a master in the martial world.

If not for the news of the *Duo Ling Mo Gong* attracting him, it wouldn't be easy to find such a master on a normal day.

Naturally, he couldn't waste him.

"If Senior has any instructions, Junior will naturally comply."

Hearing this, Bian You was both surprised and delighted.

He was pleased that the old Daoist didn't seem to be planning to kill him, but if he wanted to leave, he would probably have to pay a price...

But what did he have that was worth scheming for by such a powerful master?

Could it be that he wanted to use the *Duo Ling Mo Gong* to plunder his true qi and inner power?

His mind raced with wild thoughts, and Bian You was both shocked and terrified.

"Recently, I have been observing various martial arts and have had some insights. I have created a single move, but there is no one to test it on yet. Since you have come uninvited, then try this move of mine."

An Qisheng's gaze was calm.

In both his past and present lives, he was proficient in many internal martial arts, and after mastering the ability to enter dreams, he had almost encompassed all the martial arts of Xuanxing over the past three hundred years.

After coming to this world, although he had only learned dozens of ordinary martial arts, any divine skill or ultimate technique was born on the foundation of ordinary martial arts.

Therefore, with the combination of the two, he had the idea of creating his own martial arts.

The improvement of the *Tong Zi Gong* (童子功, Virgin Boy Skill) was one of his attempts, but afterwards he always felt that something was lacking, so he temporarily put it aside.

Until he saw the Niwan Palace, a spark of inspiration arose in his heart, and he finally created his first unique move.

The so-called unique move was unarmed combat without any attached conditions.

It could be a fist, a palm, a finger, or it could encompass all unarmed combat.

"Se-Senior."

Bian You gritted his teeth, emboldened, and said:

"With Senior's martial arts, Junior is no match at all. If you want to kill me, just do it. Why use these words to prevaricate me?"

Bian You knew very well in his heart.

The True Qi Realm was the longest stage before the *Qi Mai* (Qi Channel) realm, and the gap between True Qi Realm cultivators was extremely large.

From condensing the seed of true qi until achieving the Great Success of Qi Channels, all could be counted as True Qi Realm!

But how could someone who had only condensed the seed of true qi be comparable to a True Qi Realm cultivator who had condensed the hand meridians, foot meridians, heart meridians, and so on, and was almost at the Great Success of Qi Channels?

One must know that only after condensing the *Qi Mai* (Qi Channels) could one learn truly meaningful divine skills!

The aura of this old Daoist was terrifying, no less than that of his senior brother, Duan Yunlong. He simply couldn't resist.

Saying it was a test of his move was probably still to kill him.

"I will only make one move. If you don't die, then I will let you go."

An Qisheng flicked his finger lightly, his expression calm:

"If you can't withstand even one move, then death is death."

Buzz~

A terrifying aura instantly permeated the entire courtyard, and the invisible murderous aura flowed down like a tangible substance.

The already dark night seemed to become even darker, and almost even the crimson moonlight turned scarlet, like blood.

Alarm bells rang in Bian You's heart like a rising tide, growing higher and higher.

If he didn't accept the move, he would die now!

Whoosh~

At a certain moment, the aura permeating the courtyard seemed to disappear, and the heaviness dissipated.

"Good!!!"

The moment the aura disappeared, Bian You's chest rose and fell. His hand, kneeling on the ground, tightened, and with the force erupting, he straightened his back.

Bang!

An Qisheng's words still lingered in the night wind, but Bian You had already leaped up, his true qi erupting beneath his feet, leaping backwards.

His true qi, cultivated for many years, surged up, unleashing its full power.

But he didn't attack, instead, he wanted to retreat!

Retreat!

He didn't believe that the old Daoist could kill him with one move, but he was even more unwilling to believe the old Daoist's so-called agreement of one move.

If he couldn't kill him with one move, he would let him go?

What a joke!

Putting himself in the old Daoist's shoes, he would never let go of someone who broke into his house at night.

These words might fool those young juniors who had just entered the martial world, but he wouldn't believe them for anything.

Whoosh whoosh~~~

His speed was extremely fast. With one leap, he covered ten *zhang* (approximately 33 meters), and the rushing air resounded sharply in his ears. Under his feet was already the high wall of Yangxiao Hall.

Bang!

Using the wall as a foothold, he leaped back another ten *zhang*, far away from Yangxiao Hall.

At this moment, he truly saw the old Daoist sitting upright under the old tree.

Under the scarlet moonlight, the old Daoist's figure was thin, his white hair hanging over his shoulders. His face was hidden by the flowing shadows, and only the light in his eyes, as bright as a lamp in the night, made his heart tremble upon seeing it.

"The meaning of punches, palms, fingers, legs, grappling, and other moves and routines is to help people defeat their enemies. I take the essence and discard the dross, forming a rudimentary unique move, but I still don't know how effective it is..."

An Qisheng sat upright, lifted his arm placed on the stone table, and pressed down as if sitting in a grandmaster's chair.

His movements were light and peaceful, not caring in the slightest about Bian You, who had already fled from Yangxiao Hall, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.

Rumble!

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap in the inky night!

Then, a not-so-loud voice suppressed the sound of the exploding air:

"I call this unique move...

South Heaven Gate!"