Chapter 1 The Unchanged Days

The days in Nanliang City remained peaceful.

Not bothered by the coming of winter, nor delighted by the arrival of spring, the days passed the same, year after year, with no one paying attention to the passage of time.

Only when one looked back and saw new buds sprouting on the old trees, and the earth draped in green, would one sigh, "Spring has come."

This was a world without the concept of 'New Year.'

More than two months had passed since the battle in the mountains and forests.

In the past month, due to Ming Tang's serious injuries, the Six Fan School was in a state of high alert. Hundreds of constables, led by several third-rank captains, searched almost every household in Nanliang City and the nearby villages.

The mountain bandits in the Hua Yan Mountains suffered, with several of their strongholds being wiped out by the Six Fan School.

Many secretly clicked their tongues, realizing just how terrifying the Six Fan School could be when it was in operation.

But An Qisheng knew that they were looking for him.

Not only Nanliang City, but the situation in the surrounding counties was similar, because a truly important figure had come to Ronghua Prefecture.

Xue Chaoyang, one of the Six Famous Arresters of the Six Fan School, a master of the Qi Meridian Realm, was now stationed in Ronghua Prefecture.

This important figure, who had come because of the Soul-Seizing Demon Art, was furious after seeing the seriously injured Ming Tang. Overnight, dozens of counties in the entire Ronghua Prefecture trembled under his shadow.

Countless notorious bandits and highwaymen who had run rampant in the prefecture were hanged on the city walls of Ronghua Prefecture, displaying their strength in a bloody manner to show everyone how unforgivable it was to provoke the Six Fan School.

However, this had little to do with An Qisheng. The person who escaped was a white-haired young swordsman, while he was a senile old Taoist. Naturally, he would not have the ability to seriously injure a third-rank Chief Constable.

Of course, this was thanks to the powerful memory of the True Qi Realm. Ming Tang's portrait was lifelike: burly, strong, white hair, black robe, long spear.

The only thing he had in common was the white hair.

Inside the third floor of Yangxiao Hall, many guests were exchanging toasts and talking loudly at the tables.

"Nanliang City is getting more and more lively," An Qisheng sighed inwardly, looking out the window.

The streets were teeming with people and carriages, and not only were the plants and trees recovering with spring, but Nanliang City was also regaining its vitality, appearing very lively.

Occasionally, one could see martial artists carrying swords hurrying by, and naturally, there were also many constables patrolling the streets.

Yangxiao Hall was a business he had acquired after returning to Nanliang City.

Because of a series of dishes he had invented, it had gained a small reputation not only in Nanliang County but also in the surrounding counties.

And because the prices of the fine wines and delicacies in Yangxiao Hall were relatively high, the customers who came and went were either wealthy merchants or martial artists.

The money to open the tavern was naturally obtained from Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo after that battle.

The money accumulated by the two hundred bandits of Snake King Mountain over the years, although not comparable to the Zhao family, was not a small amount. It was more than enough to acquire a restaurant.

Tap, tap, tap...

In a series of deep, powerful footsteps, several men with swords and sabers came up to the third floor one after another.

After a brief glance, they found a place by the window and sat down.

"The Six Fan School is not monolithic after all; news has leaked..." An Qisheng shook his head inwardly.

The sudden increase in martial artists in Nanliang City over the past month was not because of the tavern he had opened, but because the news of the Heavenly One Soul-Seizing Scripture had somehow leaked out.

Martial artists valued nothing more than divine skills, divine weapons, and beautiful women in their lives. The Heavenly One Soul-Seizing Scripture, a supreme divine skill that had once clashed with the Eight Great Weapon Lords, was naturally of great interest to many.

Even those who had not heard of the Heavenly One Soul-Seizing Scripture only needed to look at the Six Fan School's great actions in Ronghua Prefecture over the past two months to know how terrifying this divine skill was.

Martial artists had excellent appetites. The martial artists ordered a large table of fine wine and dishes, which amounted to a full day's turnover for Yangxiao Hall on ordinary days.

"I heard that the evil monk Huiguo has also appeared in Ronghua Prefecture. Somehow, he actually broke into the state government in broad daylight and was injured by Xue Chaoyang with a palm strike from afar. His whereabouts are unknown; I don't know if he's dead or alive..."

"The Dragon Elephant Temple's external strengthening skill can be compared to the Imperial Temple's Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill and the Six Prisons Demonic Sect's Six Prisons Sacred Body! Although Xue Chaoyang is powerful, he may not be able to kill Huiguo with a single palm strike, right?"

"Don't talk about whether he can; you have to ask if he dares! Although the Dragon Elephant Temple only has one master and one disciple, that Dragon Elephant Zen Master is a great grandmaster listed on the God Ranking! Does Xue Chaoyang dare to kill Huiguo?"

"What you're talking about is old news! A few days ago, someone saw Huiguo clash with the Beggar Gang in Qinghe County. It is said that he robbed them of a donkey and killed several Beggar Gang disciples. It is said that the Beggar Gang has already sent experts to find him..."

After three rounds of wine, emboldened by the alcohol, they began to discuss.

Bang!

A bald-headed man slammed the table: "Compared to the evil monk, those beggars are not good people at all. They are a true den of filth! I wish the evil monk would kill them all!"

"Brother Liu, what do you mean by that?" Someone chimed in.

"There are three things that Liu Sandao hates most in my life!" The bald-headed man's cheeks were flushed, and he hiccuped, holding up three fingers:

"First, the government dogs of the Six Fan School, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and the Eastern and Western Depots! Second, the demonic spawns of the Six Prisons Demonic Sect! Third, this Beggar Gang! What bullshit number one gang in the world, I spit on it!"

"It's one thing for those stinky beggars to have hands and feet and go begging, and there's no shortage of such people in this world, but unfortunately, these scumbags often abduct children, break their hands and feet, cut off their ears and noses, and gouge out their eyeballs, then throw these children onto the streets to beg!"

Liu Sandao, drunk, looked like he wished he could act on behalf of Heaven.

"The Beggar Gang actually acts like this? It's simply a demonic act!"

"Brother Liu, didn't you go to rescue these children?" The others were also somewhat indignant.

"Rescue? How to rescue?" Liu Sandao touched his bald head, gnashing his teeth:

"Do you think I was born hairless? Eleven years ago, right here in Ronghua Prefecture, Jingyang County, the Beggar Gang's Xin Wu cooked and cut off my scalp because of this matter!"

"Hahaha!"

Just as the others were filled with righteous indignation, a burst of loud laughter suddenly came from nearby.

A thin man laughed loudly, as if he had heard something extremely amusing.

"What are you laughing at?" Liu Sandao slammed the table and cursed: "If you don't explain, I'll kill you!"

"Liu Sandao, ah, Liu Sandao!" The man shook his head and chuckled: "I laugh at you, fifty paces mocking a hundred paces, laugh at you for being shameless!"

Whoosh!

Liu Sandao and the others all stood up at once, glaring at the man.

With swords and sabers in hand, they were about to attack.

Suddenly, one of them shuddered, and the long saber in his hand almost fell to the ground: "You, you are from the Righteousness Sect, Yun Dongliu?"

"What?"

"He is Yun Dongliu?"

"The disciple of the Righteousness King Yun Haitian, Yun Dongliu, the great hero Yun?"

The other guests who had been watching the excitement were in an uproar, and many immediately stood up and respectfully toasted him, draining their cups before waiting for a response!

"Little brother Ye Peng, from Lantian Prefecture, Cangyun Province! Seventeen years ago, my entire family was killed, and the Righteousness King traveled eight thousand miles to avenge me."

One person in the restaurant was emotional and knelt on the ground with a 'thump,' speaking respectfully: "Great hero Yun, it has been nine years since I last saw the Righteousness Sect. I wonder if the Righteousness King is still in good health?"

"Brother Ye, why be so polite?" Yun Dongliu stood up. Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes, unable to see his movements at all. He had already helped Ye Peng up: "My master is in good health, thank you for your concern, Brother Ye."

"The Righteousness Sect, the Righteousness King Yun Haitian..." An Qisheng stroked his beard, his eyes flickering.

This Yun Haitian had a great reputation. It was said that he was just a stableman in a wealthy family when he was young, and later the wealthy family he worked for was exterminated.

This small stableman spent twelve years investigating and avenged his master.

In the following decades, whenever he heard of bloody cases, major cases, or unjust cases, he would rush to them no matter how far away.

After investigating, he would definitely avenge them.

Once, he even charged into the mountain gate of the Six Prisons Demonic Sect and killed an elder of the Purgatory Demonic Sect. Afterwards, he was severely injured by the Purgatory Demonic Sect's Crimson Serpent Dharma King, severing his foundation and cutting off his path to divine veins.

But even so, he did not change his ways for many years, and not only Dafeng, but other countries also had people who had benefited from him.

He could be considered the most righteous great hero that An Qisheng had heard of since coming to this world.

"Brother Ye, we'll talk later." Yun Dongliu turned around and looked at Liu Sandao, whose face was pale and hands were trembling, and said calmly: "I have been chasing you all the way from Shaoyang Prefecture, three thousand four hundred and eighty miles, just to ask you three questions!"

"What, what do you want to ask?" Liu Sandao's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He had sobered up from the shock.

The Righteousness Sect was certainly not a top-tier sect, but for him, it was already an extraordinary existence.

With the alcohol gone, how could he dare to confront such a great figure?

"Did the Wang Yunbao family ever commit many evils?" Yun Dongliu raised his eyes.

"No, never..." Liu Sandao's body trembled, as if he had received a great shock.

"But you killed the Wang Yunbao family and sold Wang Xiaoniang into a brothel?" Yun Dongliu lowered his palm.

A trace of ferocity flashed across Liu Sandao's face, and then he collapsed and knelt on the ground: "That night, I went home drunk, and somehow, I, I defiled Wang Xiaoniang. I, I was unintentional, unintentional... It was them, it was them who insisted on reporting to the authorities!"

"How does it feel to kill someone?" Yun Dongliu asked the third question?

"What, what?" Just as Liu Sandao raised his head, his face full of astonishment, he saw a flash of saber light.

Brilliant, beautiful.

Chi!

Only when the long saber was sheathed did a slight sound of air being cut come.

"A person, from birth to adulthood, is the son or daughter of parents, the parents of sons and daughters, the elder brother of a younger brother, the younger brother of an elder brother, with relatives, friends, joys, and sorrows..."

Yun Dongliu released his palm, with a sense of loss, apology, and a deep sense of peace: "I am very sorry to have killed you..."