“Sigh.”

Watching the departing great monk, Li Yan sighed deeply.

People are not made of wood or stone, how can they be without feelings? The pain of life and death is always a great sorrow in life. He empathized with Shi Xinlong's experience. Seven years ago, his eldest brother died during a mission.

"Young Master Li, what should we do next?"

The young man in camouflage from before walked over and asked in a low voice.

Li Yan was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Wang Hu, are you afraid of death?"

Wang Hu was startled, then stood at attention and replied:

"To die for the country is to die in the right place. This subordinate is not afraid of death!"

"To die for the country..."

Li Yan looked lost in thought, nodded and said:

"Call the Thai police and request them to retrieve all nearby surveillance footage, investigate all suspicious individuals in the vicinity, and pay special attention to a young man wearing a white tracksuit!"

Since An Qisheng's body was not found here, then he was most likely not dead!

Whether he was kidnapped or fled elsewhere, only by finding him could they figure out what had happened.

"Yes!"

Wang Hu saluted and responded.

Wang Hu retreated, and in the night, Li Yan looked at the endless, deep ocean, and silently said in his heart:

"Don't die, An-xuedi (junior fellow student)..."

........

Dozens of kilometers away from the Gulf of Thailand, in the forest, An Qisheng was casually roasting a wild rabbit by a rising bonfire.

He had a Bigu Dan (grain-avoidance pill) with him, so naturally he didn't need to eat anything.

However, since the mysterious man suggested resting, he didn't mind.

Not far away, Tong Zhengyang sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

The barren environment of this world meant that his injuries could not heal quickly. Even with those military ration pills, even after swallowing a large amount, they only barely restored a bit of his mobility.

It was almost impossible to heal his injuries.

In fact, beneath his black clothes, the huge wound between his chest and abdomen was still there, and if he took off his clothes, his internal organs could be seen clearly.

"Wangquan Jian (King's Authority Sword), Wangquan Jian (King's Authority Sword)..."

Tong Zhengyang's eyes were tightly closed, constantly communicating with the Wangquan Jian (King's Authority Sword) within his body.

The Zi Mu Wangquan Jian (Mother-Son King's Authority Sword) was the Wangquan Dao (King's Authority Path) sect's divine weapon, consisting of eight swords, combined with the eight trigrams, corresponding to all phenomena. The one he possessed was one of them, the Wangquan Xun Jian (King's Authority Xun Sword).

The Wangquan Jian (King's Authority Sword) was like iron yet not iron, like qi yet not qi, formless and without substance, capable of manifesting into a hundred weapons, capable of transforming into nothingness.

Before it had recognized its master, he had merely locked it within his body with his flesh and blood.

And even though he had trapped it with his flesh and blood, his mind was also enduring enormous pressure at the same time.

Wanting to activate it, the consumption was unimaginably terrifying.

That day in the Golden Eagle Empire, he activated the Wangquan Jian (King's Authority Sword) once, and afterwards, he directly fell into the sea and feigned death for several months. If it weren't for that whale fall, he would have starved to death on the seabed.

He did not want to encounter another chase similar to the one in the Golden Eagle Empire.

"Too slow..."

An Qisheng rotated the branch in his hand, and in his half-closed perspective, the spiritual imprint was still being collected.

Thailand was not large, and even without taking any means of transportation, with their speed, it wouldn't take long to cross several national borders to reach Da Xuan (Great Xuan).

Although he guessed that this mysterious man, after experiencing the pursuit in the Golden Eagle Empire, did not want to face the encirclement and suppression of Da Xuan (Great Xuan) again.

But as long as he entered Da Xuan (Great Xuan), he probably wouldn't mind killing him casually.

To this end, he was racing against time, almost giving up entering dreams, and concentrating on collecting spiritual imprints.

But whether it was because this person was too powerful, or because he left too few traces in the world, the speed simply couldn't increase.

More importantly, he had some hidden worries in his heart.

"If I enter this person's dream, will something like what happened to Yangming-xiansheng (Mr. Yangming) happen..."

An Qisheng inadvertently glanced at Tong Zhengyang, and his heart was not calm.

Even though that person had restrained his aura, in his perception, it was as if a fierce beast was lying beside him, and there was an indistinct sharpness about him.

"Hoo!"

Tong Zhengyang opened his eyes, his brows furrowed:

"The Wangquan Jian (King's Authority Sword) is clearly very active, why is its rejection of me becoming greater and greater?"

He couldn't help but touch his arm.

The Wangquan Jian (King's Authority Sword)'s oppression on him was extremely great, and the meridians and bones in his arm were being severed almost every moment by the extremely sharp sword qi.

Before he came to this world, he could still suppress it, but after coming to this world, this spirit-less land with no spiritual qi at all left him with no progress at all, and the Wangquan Jian (King's Authority Sword) had almost become a vicious beast devouring his flesh and blood.

He took the bag from his body, and without looking, grabbed a handful and swallowed it.

"That is, military ration pills? And high-grade military ration pills, swallowing so many at once..."

An Qisheng's heart stirred.

He had already seen that the person was swallowing Fusang's (Japan's) military ration pills.

Compared to the nutrient solution of the Golden Eagle Empire and the Bigu Dan (grain-avoidance pill) of Da Xuan (Great Xuan), the military ration pills of Fusang (Japan) were a notch lower, but they were also a bit stronger than the Ganges holy water of the Three-Seal Kingdom (India).

High-level military ration pills were enough for experts above the Baodan (Embrace the Pill) stage to cultivate.

One pill was enough for a Baodan (Embrace the Pill) expert's needs for a day, but how many dozens of pills did that person swallow at once?

Glug~

Like a stone falling into a deep well, Tong Zhengyang's abdomen made a thunderous sound, and his stomach and intestines trembled like a meat grinder, instantly digesting all of these military ration pills as hard as iron and stone.

A stream of heat surged throughout his body, and Tong Zhengyang opened his mouth, spitting out a gray-white stream of air.

Whoosh~

The air hissed, and the stream of air was like an arrow, instantly flying out more than twenty meters, penetrating the rock and shooting deep into the ground.

"Spitting out air as a sword, this physical body..."

An Qisheng shook his wrist, shaking off the grease dripping from the rabbit meat, shifted his gaze, and swallowed the rabbit meat in large mouthfuls.

Spitting out air as a sword was a myth in the eyes of ordinary people, but there were indeed people in the martial arts world who could do it.

In ancient records, when Gu Changfeng's kung fu reached its peak, he once shocked the chaotic martial arts world at that time with methods such as grasping iron and turning it into mud, spitting out air as a sword, and chewing iron stones raw.

This person.......

Huff~

Tong Zhengyang flicked his hand casually, and a dark yellow pill came through the air and landed in front of An Qisheng:

"Do you recognize this thing too?"

An Qisheng glanced at the military ration pill on the grass and nodded slightly: "Fusang (Japan) military ration pill, I've seen it in pictures."

"I heard that Da Xuan (Great Xuan)'s Bigu Dan (grain-avoidance pill) is far superior to military ration pills in medicinal power, and is the most nutritious food in the world. Have you seen it?"

Tong Zhengyang's eyes were calm, and his voice was without waves:

"Where can I get this thing?"

"He wants Bigu Dan (grain-avoidance pill)? That's right, he can spit out air as a sword, his physical body must be strong, without enough nutritional support, he will be as weak as Yangming-xiansheng (Mr. Yangming)...."

Understanding this person's purpose, An Qisheng was certain in his heart.

There was no power in the world that was produced out of thin air. A strong physical body required more abundant nutritional support. He had long understood this principle.

"Bigudan (grain-avoidance pill) is a strategic material belonging to the Da Xuan (Great Xuan) military. Apart from the military, there is no place that can produce Bigu Dan (grain-avoidance pill)."

An Qisheng replied calmly:

"To obtain Bigu Dan (grain-avoidance pill), one can join the military police system, or join the ranks of law enforcement martial artists, other than that..."

Speaking of this, An Qisheng paused, looked at Tong Zhengyang, and said word by word:

"The Da Xuan (Great Xuan) army is the world's top, and its land warfare is number one in the world."

You want to rob it by force, absolutely impossible!

"Number one in the world..."

Tong Zhengyang's lowered eyes suddenly moved, looking into the distance:

"Since you're here, come out."