Chapter 11 The Nantian Gate

An Qisheng's voice wasn't thunderous or earth-shattering.

Yet, it was focused like an arrow, piercing through layers of air, exploding like thunder in the ears and mind of Bian You, who had already fled dozens of yards away.

*Boom!*

Bian You was struck as if by lightning, his mind buzzing.

He, who had been running and leaping, stiffened, and fell from mid-air.

"The…Nantian Gate?"

As he fell, Bian You surged with true qi and strained his eyes.

He saw a figure wrapped in wind and thunder, rolling in with explosive force.

As the voice faded.

A palm, as full as the moon, as crystal as jade, with visible blue veins pulsating and blood flowing within, descended from the sky!

The ripples that spread out layered upon layer, and countless air currents rolled like clouds around the palm.

As soon as this palm appeared, it occupied his entire field of vision, as if all the light in the world had converged on this palm.

No, it was not a palm, nor a fist, nor a finger.

But it seemed to encompass everything, to possess everything.

In a daze, Bian You seemed to see, above the boundless sky and amidst the swirling clouds, a towering and majestic gate standing eternally.

That gate was brilliant and awe-inspiring, like the legendary Heavenly Gate, untouchable and unapproachable.

Suddenly, Bian You felt the domineering fist intent contained in this palm.

Before the gate, the mundane; beyond the gate, the immortals.

Whether one is a god or an immortal is for me to decide!

Under the nakedly domineering fist intent, his mind was thrown into chaos.

And his body, in a moment of stiffness, actually stopped falling, and under the huge attraction, went straight towards that gate.

It was as if it wasn't a palm descending, but that the gate was already there, and he was crashing straight into it.

"This palm…"

Yun Dongliu, who had just emerged from the shadows, saw this scene and his pupils contracted.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see the subtlety of this palm.

That man in black was seeking his own death, crashing into this palm. It seemed unbelievable, but in reality, the power contained in this palm was extremely astonishing, and the shaking and vibrating force forcefully pushed away the surrounding air currents.

So that no other debris existed around the palm, followed by the huge suction force generated by the backflow of air!

Facing this palm, there was no possibility of dodging, only a head-on collision!

"If I were under this palm…"

Yun Dongliu had a thought in his mind, and then his heart turned cold.

He felt that if he were under that palm, he would have almost no room to fight back. Even with all kinds of magical skills, he would have to withstand this palm before he had a chance to use them.

"No! No! I'm not willing!

I'm not willing!"

Under the surging sense of crisis in his heart, Bian You suddenly woke up, his eyes instantly bloodshot:

"I don't want to die!"

At this moment, the true qi in his whole body filled and swelled up, his arms rose up against the violent air currents, and under the closure of his arms, he propped himself upwards diagonally.

He wanted to block this palm.

'He said one move, he said one move, if I block this one move, I can live!'

Bian You's eyes were tearing apart, yet he still harbored a fluke.

*Boom!*

But the next moment, under the unparalleled terrifying power, all his unrealistic thoughts were swept away.

In mid-air, the surrounding air seemed to become solid steel, cutting off any possibility of him unloading the force!

Bian You felt despair.

His arms, filled with the true qi pouring into them, broke in response, and blood and flesh were thrown into the sky.

Then, his vision went black.

It was as if he had crashed into a city wall cast in steel, and in just one moment, it shattered all his true qi, all his resistance.

"No…"

The touch was cold and then warm, covering his face, and Bian You smelled a strong smell of blood between his mouth and nose: "This is my brain…"

The last thought flashed through.

*Bang!*

After a dull explosion, Bian You's headless body smashed onto the street like a cannonball, stirring up clouds of smoke mixed with earth and stone that soared into the sky.

Under the cascading force, the bluestone floor spread out like a spider web.

*Whoosh, whoosh~~~*

The air currents that had been pushed away by the force rolled back, forming a violent storm that blew on An Qisheng's temples and white hair.

He stood with his hands behind his back on the eaves of the six-story Yangxiao Hall, on the great Peng bird that wanted to spread its wings and fly high, his clothes fluttering and his white hair flying.

Under the scarlet moonlight, he was like a celestial being descending to earth.

"This Daoist priest…"

On the wall, Yun Dongliu, who witnessed all this, gulped, in extreme shock.

He recognized the man in black who had fought with him at a glance. Having fought with him, he knew how terrifying it was to cross dozens of yards, come from behind, and kill him with one palm.

Further away, Bai Xian'er, hiding in the corner and seeing this scene, was even more shocked and speechless.

She had fought with 'Grandpa' and knew that Grandpa's strength was still above her own.

However, to slap Bian You to death with one palm, this strength was too terrifying.

Even her eldest brother, Duan Yunlong, the Holy Son of the Great Sun Demon Sect, was probably not able to kill the wary Bian You with one palm, right?

"Grandpa wouldn't be angry, would he…"

Bai Xian'er's heart 'thumped' and she was actually a little guilty.

The reason Bian You came to seek death was originally because she pretended to accidentally let it slip…

"As expected, it's just a prototype…"

After killing Bian You with one palm, An Qisheng wasn't happy. His eyes flickered as he recalled the gains and losses of his palm.

The Nantian Gate was the gate that separated humans and immortals in the myths and legends of his previous life, a barrier that cut off the heavens and the earth.

He used this myth as a basis, pouring out his heart of pursuing martial arts, and the beliefs of his life's cultivation.

South is the Li position, the five elements belong to fire, the five viscera are the heart as fire, and the heart is the gate of 'spirit'.

This style of Nantian Gate is based on Yangming's philosophy of the mind as a guide, and encompasses all the fist techniques and martial arts he has learned in his life as fuel, constructed.

With a thought in his mind, the force emanates from the heart, reaches the bones, runs through the fingers and palms, and with a force, all kinds of changes are made.

Unfortunately, he had not yet entered the realm of seeing the gods after all, and he could not awaken the 'body spirit' belonging to the heart. This move, in the end, was just a prototype.

Otherwise, Bian You should have seen his brain at the same time as he saw the gate.

There would have been no chance to raise his arms to resist.

"This Daoist priest's style of Nantian Gate is indeed extremely subtle, even above the Myriad Waves Surging Palm passed down by my Righteousness Sect."

At this time, Yun Dongliu cupped his hands from afar, sincerely praising.

He couldn't help but marvel.

Yun Dongliu had previously witnessed this palm, and after thinking about it from another's perspective, he felt that even if he had witnessed this palm, he would have almost no chance of winning.

An Qisheng's eyes fell and he looked at Yun Dongliu, who had a long knife in his hand, on the wall:

"Thieves come in the middle of the night, disturbing the dreams of the great hero Yun."

He could naturally see what Yun Dongliu wanted to do.

Although he didn't need it, he still had to accept his kindness.

After all, there were fewer good people in this world than the iron-eating beasts of Xuanxing.

This was in stark contrast to Bai Xian'er, who had been hit by his Soul Seizing Great Art and was still thinking about borrowing his hand to kill people.

You should know that in Bai Xian'er's heart, he was her own grandfather.

In other words, she really didn't mind using her grandfather to kill people.

"In Yun's opinion, these thieves came at the right time, at the perfect time!"

Yun Dongliu smiled:

"Sleep can be had every day, but to be able to see such a wonderful palm, even if Yun doesn't sleep for ten or a hundred days, it's still worth it!"

"It's late at night, great hero Yun should sleep early."

Looking at the lights that were faintly lit around him, An Qisheng waved his hand slightly and disappeared from the top of Yangxiao Hall.

Before leaving, he glanced inadvertently, taking a deep look at Bai Xian'er, who was uneasy in the shadows.

"Good body technique."

Yun Dongliu's eyes lit up.

His eyes had been fixed on him, but he didn't see how this old Daoist priest left.

Not to mention other things, just this lightness skill alone, he was far from being able to match.

He glanced at the houses around him that were making some noise, turned his body, and disappeared into the night.

........

Under the flickering light of the bean-sized lamp.

In the dim light.

Bai Xian'er knelt on the ground, sobbing and pitiful.

An Qisheng sat upright, sipping tea, looking at her with a calm expression.

If it weren't for the fact that it took a lot of effort to use the Soul Seizing Great Art to control her, he should have slapped her to death for daring to trick Bian You into coming!

"Grandpa, Xian'er, Xian'er was wrong…"

Sensing the fleeting chill, Bai Xian'er shuddered again.

The scene of being almost beaten to death by three punches yesterday reappeared in front of her, making her feel scared.

*Pa~*

An Qisheng put down his teacup, the warm tea bloomed with bitterness on his tongue, noncommittal:

"Tell me about it."

Bai Xian'er raised her neck slightly, her ink-like black hair hanging over her beautiful jade face, adding a bit of pitifulness:

"Xian'er shouldn't have let Grandpa kill Bian You for me… Xian'er promises, there won't be a next time."

Bai Xian'er was extremely afraid, the fear that the Soul Seizing Great Art had planted in her heart was too deep.

In fact, if she hadn't known that it was as easy as flipping her hand for An Qisheng to kill Bian You with his methods, she wouldn't have dared to even have this thought.

Even so, she still followed behind, fearing any accidents.

"Anything else?"

An Qisheng turned his eyes, indifferent and calm, without joy or anger.

"Xian'er, Xian'er…"

Bai Xian'er bit her lower lip lightly and said in a low voice:

"There's one more thing, about Grandpa…"

Bai Xian'er could become the person in charge of this operation, naturally she wasn't a fool. She had already guessed what Bian You could guess.

"Speak."

An Qisheng was concise.

"According to the news Xian'er knows, the people from the Qintian Observatory have already arrived in Ronghua Prefecture, and they should be here to track Grandpa…"

An Qisheng's eyes were deep, the thing he was worried about had finally come.

The reason why he didn't care too much about the exposure of his identity was because he had learned about the existence of the Qintian Observatory when he entered Mingtang in his dream.

The Great Feng Qintian Observatory was an extremely special existence among the countries.

It was rumored that the master of the Qintian Observatory, Han Changgong, knew all the secrets of the world, and his Qi Observation Technique was unparalleled in the world. He could look at people's Qi to determine their life and death, fortune and misfortune, he could observe the military situation to determine victory or defeat, and he could observe the national destiny to determine prosperity and decline.

It was said that he played an extremely important role in the rise of Great Feng.

Although his ranking on the Weaponry Manual was below Pang Wanyang, the Devil Venerable of the Six Prisons, he was even more unfathomable.

Fortunately, he had diverted the attention of the Six Doors before, and at this time, his Blood Exchange and Embryo Holding were both completed, and his true qi was condensed and refined in the near future, so he was not too afraid.

"Qintian Observatory…"