Chapter 105 A Letter from Ji Zhonghua

An Qi Sheng stood quietly, a hint of pleasure in his clear, star-like eyes.

Striking the bell eighty-one times was more rewarding than a hundred hard-fought battles.

Under the immense pressure, the network of qi channels and muscles in his body had a deeper connection, and his horizontal training method had achieved initial success.

The martial arts arena was silent.

A group of monks looked at An Qi Sheng, who seemed to be glowing with divine light on the bell tower, and fell into a deathly silence.

The old monks like San Kong and San Yin, looked at the Imperial Awakening Bell, which had fallen to the ground and was almost entirely embedded in the bluestone square, their faces twitching.

At this moment, on the nearly indestructible bell wall of the Imperial Awakening Bell, there was a palm print several inches deep.

He actually left a mark on the Imperial Awakening Bell...

Although the palm print was small compared to the giant bell, so small that it was almost invisible if one didn't look carefully, it immediately caught their eyes.

"A palm print..."

San Kong's long white eyebrows twitched, and his body shuddered.

The Imperial Awakening Bell was not a simple bronze bell, but a divine weapon that condensed the martial luck of the Imperial Awakening Temple for thousands of years, and it was almost indestructible. Even Mu Qingfeng's Tai Bai Sword of Ten Thousand Swords Villa might not be able to leave a trace on it.

Yet now, such a deep palm print had been left.

Fortunately, he was incredibly composed. He took a deep breath, stood up, and chanted a Buddha's name loudly:

"The Daoist Priest's physique is unparalleled. This old monk is extremely impressed. We have lost this gamble! If the Daoist Priest wants to forge a divine weapon, my Imperial Awakening Temple will definitely assist with all our might."

When you lose, you have to admit it.

San Kong admitted defeat. The surrounding martial monks and great monks nodded numbly. They had lost and had nothing to say. How could they not admit it?

Fu Xin's lips twitched, wanting to say something, but he sighed.

Although he was somewhat unwilling, the fact was that he had lost completely before he even made a move.

Even if he risked his life, he probably wouldn't be able to strike the bell even eighteen times, let alone eighty-one times?

Even if all the ancestral masters of the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple who had advanced to the Divine Meridian realm in the past seven hundred years were resurrected, they might only be able to surpass this old Daoist Priest in the number of strikes...

"The Imperial Awakening Temple is indeed the leader of the righteous path. The Grandmaster's demeanor is admirable."

An Qi Sheng's blood and qi calmed down. Before anyone could see how he moved, he had already descended from the bell tower.

He looked at the Imperial Awakening Bell, which was almost entirely submerged in the stone ground, and was also somewhat surprised.

This Imperial Awakening Bell could indeed be considered a treasure. He had exerted his full strength, and it took him a full eighty-one strikes to leave this three-inch palm print, which showed how solid the bell was.

"Abbot!"

At this time, a figure fell from the sky in a few ups and downs from a distance, handing a scarlet and gold-plated invitation card to San Kong:

"Abbot, someone from the foot of the mountain has sent an invitation card."

"Oh? This invitation card..."

San Kong's heart stirred. He pinched the invitation card and asked the disciple, "Where are the people who came?"

The disciple's expression was a little strange as he said:

"Those people left after leaving the invitation card..."

The disciple's heart felt a little strange.

He clearly saw a group of people rushing towards the Imperial Awakening Temple, but for some reason, they suddenly turned back and left in a hurry.

"They left..."

San Kong thoughtfully opened the invitation card.

On the red page, there was a line of ink characters: "A penny saved is a penny earned, but giving convenience to others may inconvenience oneself."

Signed: Ji Chonghua.

This line of characters penetrated the paper, containing a deep divine intent within.

San Kong took a look, and his face couldn't help but sink:

"Ji Chonghua..."

Ji Chonghua, the Grand Tutor of Da Feng.

Legend has it that he was poor in his youth and was fortunate enough to meet a strange man who taught him martial arts. He joined the army at the age of twelve, and in the following years, he repeatedly made military exploits. He once drove his horse into the瀚海 (Han Hai, a vast desert) and led an army of eighteen thousand to kill thirty thousand elite cavalry of the Golden Wolf Royal Court.

Due to this merit, he was granted the title of Marquis and General at a young age, and later abandoned martial arts for literature, studying hard for three years and becoming the top scorer in the imperial examination. After that, he rose steadily and became the Grand Tutor of Da Feng, a position second only to one person and above ten thousand others.

He has been holding the Grand Tutor's throne for decades, truly holding great power.

He is a man of both literary and martial talents, and his government is deep. Even his ancestral master, Yixiu, said that this person was a dangerous figure.

Although he rarely takes action, there are rumors that his martial arts are even higher than Han Changong's and that he is the true number one expert in the Da Feng Dynasty.

The meaning of this line of words...

San Kong was thoughtful, and couldn't help but look towards the bell tower.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, a loud noise rang out beneath the bell tower.

Under the shock of the great force, the entire martial arts arena seemed to sway.

As San Kong raised his eyes to look, he saw just that.

The white-robed Daoist Priest stepped down, and under the eruption of great force, he crashed forward with his entire body.

He heavily crashed into the bronze bell.

Only a thunderous roar was heard. The bronze bell, which was deeply embedded in the stone slabs, was actually scraped out of a deep pit by the Daoist Priest!

Several great monks, including Fu Xin, twitched their eyelids.

Moving this bell was much more difficult than ringing it.

How strong was this old Daoist Priest?

"Grandmaster Abbot, I'll have to trouble you to hang this bell back up."

An Qi Sheng patted the non-existent dust on his body.

This bell weighed ten million pounds. With his current physique and the horizontal training method he had initially integrated, he needed to use many ingenious forces to barely move it.

He wanted to see how these monks would hang the bell up.

At least, with his current physique, moving the bell was barely possible, but hanging it up was impossible.

His thoughts flashed through his mind as he looked at the scarlet invitation card in San Kong's hand:

"Is another guest coming?"

Whoosh~

San Kong shook his wrist, closed the invitation card, put his hands together, and said solemnly:

"I wonder when the Daoist Priest plans to forge his weapon so this old monk can prepare in advance."

No matter what Ji Chonghua wanted to do, he couldn't go back on his promise.

Ji Chonghua was not easy to provoke, but this one was not someone to be trifled with either.

He was already like this before reaching the Divine Meridian realm. Once he achieved the Divine Meridian, he would probably jump to the top ten of the weapon spectrum in one fell swoop.

Offending such a solitary expert was probably not better than offending the Grand Tutor of Da Feng.

"The sooner, the better."

An Qi Sheng smiled slightly, his face gentle, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see the handwriting on the invitation card at a glance.

Naturally, he also knew what the Grand Tutor of Da Feng meant.

It was just that this Grand Tutor of Da Feng's skill in hiding his tracks was truly amazing. Even with his current spiritual power urging the Qi Observation Technique, he could not detect his location.

"In that case, please rest in the temple for a few days, and allow this old monk to prepare a little."

San Kong smiled on his face.

"That would naturally be for the best."

An Qi Sheng smiled and looked at Fu Xin.

The handsome monk, who looked like a woman, returned a wry smile.

........

Dozens of miles outside the Imperial Awakening Temple, several energetic and healthy Jiao Dragon horses were pulling a carriage slowly along the official road.

The space inside the carriage was extremely large, and it was filled with exotic incense.

A scholar in a green shirt leaned back on a seat covered with the finest sable fur, reading an ancient book.

Beside him, two delicate and beautiful young women were carefully peeling fruit for him.

"Sir, weren't you going to the Imperial Awakening Temple? Why are you returning so early?"

A woman in green clothes, with delicate and picturesque features, asked softly.

She held a cup of hot tea, and even though the carriage was a little bumpy, the tea didn't even ripple.

She also possessed advanced martial arts skills.

"If he receives my invitation card, San Kong should understand what I mean. There is not much difference whether I go or not."

The scholar in green sighed softly:

"I didn't expect that only two years after I left Da Feng, there would be such a mess. Yang Lin still underestimates the people of the world too much. At this juncture, he will still cause losses and suffer casualties!"

The woman in green seemed a little puzzled, but she pursed her lips and didn't ask.

Having followed this man for a long time, she knew that some things could be asked, and some things could not be asked.

"Qing Yi is becoming more and more cautious, but there is no need to be so careful."

The scholar in green smiled:

"It can't be considered a secret. It's just that an old Daoist Priest has obtained a fortuitous encounter. The incompetents of the Brocade Guard and the Six Doors were caught off guard and allowed him to gain momentum, causing them to lose a lot of manpower and adding an enemy, but they can't do anything about it."

"Huff~"

The woman in green blew on the tea and handed it over:

"Sir, are you talking about An Qi Sheng, the Blood Demon, who is ranked first on the Earth Ranking of the newly reorganized Weapon Spectrum by the Brocade Guard?"

"First on the Earth Ranking?"

The scholar in green took a sip of tea, put down the book, and shook his head slightly:

"How could he be just first on the Earth Ranking? He has already ascended to the heavens. That one is now ranked seventeenth on the Weapon Spectrum!"

"Seventeenth?"

The woman in green's eyes widened, somewhat surprised.

The ranking of the Weapon Spectrum was based on the Brocade Guard's surveillance of the world for decades. Although it concealed some people, it was extremely fair.

The seventeenth on the Weapon Spectrum was already truly at the top of the world!

Ranking seventeenth in a world with billions of people, how powerful was that?

Especially since that one had only risen for a year.

It was simply a myth.

"Ascending to the heavens in one fell swoop is nothing more than that. An old Daoist Priest, how interesting."

The scholar in green said "interesting," but there was no smile on his face:

"Yang Lin truly deserves to die, he should be killed!"

The woman in green silently dismissed these words from her mind, not daring to respond.

As fellow giants of the imperial court, she couldn't interject in gossip about Yang Lin.

"Grand Tutor."

At this time, a respectful voice came from outside the carriage:

"Your order has already been transmitted to the Brocade Guard by the Golden Feathered Eagle. The things you need will be delivered soon."

"Ji Liu."

Ji Chonghua said faintly.

Outside the carriage, a middle-aged man bowed slightly and walked forward with the carriage: "Your subordinate is here."

"You and Ji Ba will wait here together. When that person leaves the Imperial Awakening Temple, you will send the things up."

A ripple appeared in Ji Chonghua's eyes:

"Put away your meaningless arrogance, and be humble and respectful, understand?"

"Your subordinate understands."

Ji Liu's face tightened, and his attitude became more respectful.

"Go."

Ji Chonghua didn't say anything more.

Several maids then handed over tea, water, and fruit.

"Sir, are you trying to buy over that An Qi Sheng?"

The woman in green heard the meaning in their words and asked curiously.

"A fish that leaps over the dragon gate is no longer a fish. Buying over is naturally what it should be."

Ji Chonghua leaned lazily on the chair, gently tapping the back of the chair, and said leisurely:

"If he wants a divine weapon, why should he ask the Imperial Awakening Temple? This seat can give him something even better!"