Chapter 1 Sigh

Yun Dongliu sighed in his heart.

He remembered this matter with unparalleled clarity.

Because his master, Yun Haitian, had heard of this incident and traversed two countries, traveling tens of thousands of miles, first to bury the bodies of Lin Wanwan's family.

Then, in one breath, he attacked the Six Hells Demonic Sect, killing the perpetrators, but ultimately was wounded by the Red Silk Dharma King, severing his path to becoming a Celestial.

To this day, there are still people laughing at him for overestimating himself, to the point of ruining his own future...

"What a pity for this Master Lin..."

Some of the other guests had heard of this matter, and some only knew after others explained it, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

An Qisheng shook his head slightly. He had also heard of this matter, but he was not surprised.

Some martial artists love luxury, some love to act chivalrously, some love divine weapons and beautiful women, and some love fine food and wine.

But one thing is for sure: martial artists have an extremely strong desire to win.

Even if they don't care about the ranking, they won't be happy if someone is above them.

How dare a mere businessman rank us?

The funny thing is that after Lin Wanwan died, this Register of Weapons spread instead, and many people deeply believed in it.

At least the evaluation of him changed from 'fool' to 'pity'.

"No one knows why Lin Wanwan, a generation of wealthy merchants, wanted to create this Register of Weapons. Perhaps he genuinely admired the martial world, or perhaps he wanted to leave a name for posterity, or perhaps he received instructions from the Great Yan Dynasty...

All of this is no longer important."

Yun Dongliu took another big gulp of wine, but he became a little sober:

"Today, the most recognized powerhouse in the world is the ninth-ranked on the Register of Weapons, the Six Hells Demon Lord, Pang Wanyang..."

Register of Weapons.

The first eight are empty.

Naturally, no one objects to this.

The Eight Weapon Masters, whenever they appear, will surely stir up the winds and clouds of the world and ascend to the strongest position below the Celestial, there is no doubt about this.

And in today's world where Celestial Divine Weapons have not descended.

The Six Hells Demon Lord Pang Wanyang is the most powerful grandmaster in the world today.

As soon as this name came out, the third floor of Yangxiao Hall became silent, and all the guests couldn't help but hold their breath.

A man's name, the shadow of a tree.

In the martial world, anyone who can leave a name behind is undoubtedly stepping on the bones of countless people.

And Pang Wanyang is undoubtedly the best in the world.

This was recognized by martial artists long before the Register of Weapons appeared.

Legend has it that Pang Wanyang became famous very early. At the age of twenty-one, he had already risen to prominence in the Demonic Sect, far surpassing his peers, and could be compared with the long-established elders of the Demonic Sect.

Afterwards, he walked across the land of the Seven Kingdoms, walking barefoot through the world for more than ten years, and in the identity of a Demonic Sect member, he walked to the mountain gates of all the famous sects in the Seven Kingdoms.

No one knows what happened in those years.

But when he returned to the Six Hells Demonic Sect, the many Demonic Sects that had been divided for countless years were unified again under his command, becoming the Six Hells Demonic Sect!

And that year, he was only forty years old.

In a flash, now he has been famous for fifty years!

Truly invincible in the world.

Some people say that he has already reached the level that the Eight Weapon Masters can reach, infinitely approaching the legendary barrier of the Celestial!

"As a contemporary, this old Taoist is really worlds apart compared to him..."

Scanning the silent third floor, An Qisheng shook his head in his heart.

If calculated by age, the old Taoist Wang Quan is one or two years older than him...

Yun Dongliu glanced at everyone, shook his head in his heart, and his thoughts of continuing to speak faded.

The world is often very strange, the same as a major sect, hearing the name of the Huangjue Temple is indifferent, and mentioning the Demonic Sect is fearful.

Even if Grandmaster Yixiu of Huangjue Temple and Pang Wanyang are listed on the Register of Weapons.

"Hero Yun."

Someone plucked up the courage to ask: "What you are about to say, is it about the deeds of this Six Hells Demon Lord?"

"Naturally not."

Yun Dongliu put down his wine bowl, got up staggeringly, the redness on his cheeks gradually faded, and a trace of coldness appeared on his sallow face:

"Yun is just sighing, these demonic scoundrels in the world...

Why can't they be killed!"

Clang~

As Yun Dongliu staggered, a flash of snow-white sword light suddenly burst out from his waist.

The sword light slashed across like a training, and the ice-like sword light made everyone on the third floor feel terrified.

Bang!

In the corner of the third floor, tables and chairs shattered, and wine mixed with air waves rolled out.

In the blink of an eye, only An Qisheng could see clearly, a figure flashed out from the corner, kicking over the tables and chairs and throwing the two guests on them towards Yun Dongliu's sword light.

Then, with a movement of his body, he was about to break through the window and leave.

"Ah!"

Screams and sword light intertwined for a moment, and many guests all got up to dodge, and the third floor of Yangxiao Hall was in chaos for a while.

"You!"

Forced by a wave of air, Yun Dongliu's alcohol dissipated, and the horizontally slashing sword light bypassed the two guests like a silver snake.

With a sudden turn in the air, he slashed again at the figure who wanted to break through the window and leave:

"Want to leave? It's not that easy?"

A coldness flashed in Yun Dongliu's heart.

The person's hidden aura was very good, if it wasn't for the fact that his aura became unstable when he mentioned Pang Wanyang, even he would hardly have noticed.

But once discovered, anyone from the Demonic Sect, he must kill!

"Yun Dongliu, if you have the guts, then chase me!"

The man avoided the sword light and jumped out, still free to speak in mid-air.

At this time, someone could see his appearance clearly.

He was a middle-aged man wearing black short clothes, with a short stature. He had a short beard, and a cold smile on his thin face.

"Courting death!"

Yun Dongliu snorted coldly, with a stern expression.

With a tap of his feet, his body followed the sword light and broke through the window, whistling with the entrained airflow, and chased after him.

"Six Hells Demonic Sect..."

The third floor of Yangxiao Hall was in chaos, only An Qisheng sat by the window, his face unchanged.

It wasn't until the sword light broke through the window of the third floor.

Yun Dongliu and that person jumped out one after another, chasing each other on the nearby roofs, that he slowly got up.

Without paying attention to the chaotic crowd behind him, he walked downstairs.

"Master, what happened?"

In the empty lobby on the first floor, Zhang Hao Hao, who was moonlighting as a waiter, ran over in a panic:

"Just now a few people carried a corpse downstairs, and the guests have all run away..."

"The money hasn't been paid yet."

Zhang Hao Hao looked sad.

"It's okay, someone will pay,"

An Qisheng smiled slightly, not caring:

"Since there are no guests anymore, when the remaining guests leave, just close the door."

"Ah? Who will pay?"

Zhang Hao Hao was a little confused.

Just as he was about to say something, An Qisheng had already slowly walked into the backyard.

Hoo!

Hoo!

Under the old tree in the backyard, Jiang Tingting, with a serious face, was practicing her boxing.

More than two months have passed, and the little guy who hasn't cultivated internal force is a little anxious.

An Qisheng watched quietly, without telling her to stop.

Some things always have to be understood by oneself. If he tells her to stop at this time, she will be unwilling, and it is better to wait for her to understand this principle herself.

The ups and downs of emotions are a taboo for cultivating internal force, but they are actually helpful for cultivating boxing.

As for the competitive spirit, it is naturally nothing for a martial artist.

After a while, Jiang Tingting slowly finished her practice.

She first raised her hands to her eyebrows, then slowly pressed down, as if to suppress the boiling aura in her body to her dantian, and a mouthful of turbid air was exhaled from her mouth:

"Hoo!"

"Master?"

Jiang Tingting then saw An Qisheng behind her.

The little girl, who was already a little steady, suppressed her cheerful mood and showed off:

"Master, Senior Brother can't beat me anymore!"

"Is that so? Don't slack off, otherwise you won't be able to beat Hao Hao next time."

An Qisheng scratched his disciple's nose and smiled slightly.

Two children who have only been practicing martial arts for a few months, even if they have cultivated internal force, their muscles and bones are still soft, and when they fight, the techniques and routines are naturally more powerful.

"Disciple remembers."

The little girl was in a good mood and ran to the front, jumping and skipping.

"The vitality of young people..."

An Qisheng watched, feeling something in his heart.

He has lived two lives, and his state of mind is very different. As his skills deepened, his state of mind became more and more stable. Such vitality has been a long time ago for him.

With a slight sigh, An Qisheng walked into the house.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, he closed his eyes slightly. In his deep perspective, many rays of light flickered, like countless stars dotted in the night sky.

These are the mental imprints he collected.

After the Dao-One Diagram recognized its owner, his mental power has greatly improved, and the number of mental imprints he can accommodate is more than doubled compared to before.

Since the opening of Yangxiao Hall, the number of mental imprints that can catch his eye is actually only a few, far from reaching his current upper limit.

"I want Yun Dongliu's information..."

As soon as An Qisheng's mind moved, the Dao-One Diagram in the depths of his soul vibrated:

Do you want to consume eight points of Daoli to search for Yun Dongliu's information?】

These days, whenever he meets someone, he will ask the Dao-One Diagram to determine whether the person is important based on the amount of Daoli required to search for them.

In the past two months, he has asked no less than a thousand times, and most of them only need one point of Daoli.

Even Ming Tang, the chief constable of the Six Doors, only needs three points of Daoli.

Yun Dongliu is still the person he has encountered after Kong San who needs the most Daoli.

Through the research over this period of time, he has already known that the amount of Daoli needed not only represents the person's future achievements, but also represents the impact that the person can have on the world.

In other words, the amount of Daoli needed represents the person's 'luck'.

The reason why he completely ignored the Demonic Sect person who appeared in Yangxiao Hall, in addition to the fact that he was in the final stage of nurturing the Holy Embryo, was also for this reason.

The thought flashed through his mind, and An Qisheng nodded to confirm:

"Yes."

In the past two months, he has obtained several secret books through some other channels, and his Daoli has broken through the 50 mark.

Those who need a lot of Daoli, that is, those who possess great luck, are often extraordinary.

For example, he obtained the opportunity to travel from Tong Zhengyang, and obtained the Heavenly One Soul-Snatching Scripture and the Heavenly One Pearl from Kong San.

The Daoli required to search for Yun Dongliu's information is second only to Kong San, so it is conceivable that he must not be an ordinary person either.

Buzz~~~

As An Qisheng confirmed, many texts poured down from the Dao-One Diagram like flowing water.