Chapter 1 An Qi Sheng!!!

Accompanying a roar filled with endless resentment, the Qi Luck Divine Dragon, no, the demonic dragon, was forcibly pulled into the void.

National luck controls hundreds of millions of people, and is naturally influenced by them. The myriad lights that An Qisheng collected were just a fuse. The true source of power for that 'chain' still came from the countless common people, peddlers and hawkers within the Da Qing territory.

What you look down on, what you don't care about, may one day become the chain you can't escape.

Whoosh~

The lingering sound was scattered by the wind, and the vast imperial city once again fell into a deathly silence.

Chang Qian Daoist, who had half-raised his knee, heavily lowered it again, his heart ashen.

He could hear who that voice belonged to.

Even the Sect Leader's trump card had been suppressed. How could he not be in despair?

"This, is it over?"

Sa Wuling was somewhat dazed.

After causing such a great commotion, it was resolved so easily?

"He threw himself into the national fortune dragon qi, into the hearts of the people of the world. It's not easy to kill him, but since he ultimately failed, suppressing him is not difficult…"

An Qisheng flicked his sleeves and lowered his hand.

Information asymmetry is everywhere.

Some things are much more difficult to do if you don't know than if you do.

Heavenly Intent Daoist's plan wasn't particularly ingenious, but its strength lay in its secrecy. No one would have thought that he would refine his own true form into a pill and feed it to the old emperor.

If no one knew, he might not have failed.

Unfortunately, even if he hadn't intervened, Heavenly Intent's chances of success weren't great. According to the original trajectory, he would have likely fallen into the hands of that Tianji old Daoist.

Innate calculation is feared for a reason.

That old Daoist has a rather strange aura about him...

"Suppress? Can't even you, Realized One, kill him?"

Yan Xiake couldn't help but ask.

The person he hated most was undoubtedly Heavenly Intent Daoist, followed by the old emperor, but only because it was impossible to kill Heavenly Intent Daoist did he settle for the next best thing.

"He draws on the power of incense and vows, and at the cost of his true form, integrates into the hearts of the people and the national fortune dragon qi. To kill him, you must rely on the people of the world."

An Qisheng gazed into the depths of the void, as if seeing the ink dragon still struggling:

"More terrifying than death is a fate worse than death…"

Heavenly Intent and the hearts of the people, to obtain one is already not easy. To want both, how easy could it be?

One person's heart is already ever-changing. The hearts of hundreds of millions of people are a heavy force. Once it can't be borne, it will be crushed to pieces and reduced to ashes.

Da Qing's thousand-year national fortune is where the hearts of hundreds of millions of living beings reside. Even if a Yuanshen is within it, it will be mired.

With his plan thwarted, this Heavenly Intent, no, Tian Xiezi's intent, has been corroded and twisted by endless distracting thoughts.

"The people of the world…"

Yan Xiake murmured to himself, vaguely guessing something.

"Let's go."

An Qisheng waved his sleeve, suppressing the howling air currents and dust, and looked toward the direction of Qingdu City:

"Let's see if anyone wants to reap the rewards…"

.......

The earth-shattering collisions seemed to have passed.

Qingdu City was still in shock and chaos, unable to calm down for a long time. Many people looked up, and the traces left by the rampaging aftershocks had not yet dissipated.

A series of soul-stirring auras seemed to still exist.

Almost everyone was still fearful, not daring to stay outside, and retreated to their homes. Although a wall was of no use, being inside gave them a sense of security.

Therefore, even though it was midday,

no one was walking outside in the vast Qingdu City, and the wide streets were empty, like a ghost town.

Walking on the empty long street, Chang Songzi felt as if he were in a dream:

"Heavenly Intent Daoist, has he really fallen?"

Only he knew how long his teacher had planned and laid out to deal with Heavenly Intent Daoist and the Heavenly Intent Sect.

But this time, it seemed to have been of no use at all.

Heavenly Intent Daoist, who had dominated Da Qing for centuries, was suppressed on the spot by the suddenly appearing An Qisheng.

"How could it be so easy?"

Tianji Daoist smiled wryly:

"If this Heavenly Intent were only so capable, he wouldn't have lived until now. Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows, let alone a Yuanshen?"

Chang Songzi was slightly stunned, looked toward the end of the long street, seemed to sense something, and frowned slightly:

"Where did these people come from?"

In his perception, there were faint magic power fluctuations at the end of the long street.

"There aren't many Daoist cultivators in Da Qing, but after hundreds of years of accumulation, there shouldn't only be a mere hundred or so. It's just that most of them are unwilling to participate in this so-called Myriad Dharma Assembly. In this Qingdu City, there are quite a few who want to take advantage of the situation…"

Tianji Daoist stopped for a moment, then suddenly sighed:

"Let's go."

"Go?"

Chang Songzi was somewhat puzzled: "Aren't you going to the Heavenly Intent Sect's main altar, Teacher?"

"There's no chance…"

Tianji Daoist lowered his eyes, a glimmer of surprise flashing past:

"To resolve Tian Xiezi so quickly, who on earth is this person?"

Tianji Daoist felt a sense of oppression in his heart.

In order to deduce the flaws of that Heavenly Intent Daoist, he had spent a full Jiazi (60 years) to deduce and layout, but that An Qisheng seemed to know the flaws of Heavenly Intent Daoist even better than him.

In just a short time, he had already suppressed the Qi Luck Divine Dragon dominated by Tian Xiezi…

Even he couldn't do that.

Could it be that this person's innate calculation is far above his own?

Legend has it that among the many old monsters who were suppressed by the Youming (Netherworld) Lord in ancient times, many also left behind trump cards. Today, thousands of years after the disappearance of the Youming Lord,

are they really about to be born?

......

Whoosh~

A person came with the breeze, lightly landing on the roof, silently. Under the bright sun, there was no shadow behind him, as if he were a ghost.

The person wore a green robe, was tall and sturdy, with a gentle and refined face. Walking on the air naturally, there was not a trace of worldliness. Even though he was doing the act of climbing over walls and entering houses, he seemed as relaxed as a scholar on an outing.

Swoosh~

An imperceptible ray of light landed on his shoulder, turning into a thumb-sized paper figure.

"The Heavenly Intent Sect's main altar is already empty? The guards in the backyard have also fled, just because there is a layer of formation protecting it, even you dare not approach?"

The green-robed scholar stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming with strange light:

"It seems that that is where the Heavenly Intent old thief's secrets lie… Hmm?! Who!"

After pondering for a moment, the green-robed scholar's eyes flashed like lightning, striking toward the void.

Crackle~

Substantial electric light seemed to streak across the void, stirring up ripples everywhere.

"As expected of a Confucian Daoist, you really can't be瞒 over…"

A charming laugh came from the void.

Then, in the ripples of the void, three figures stepped out side by side, standing in the void, looking at the green-robed scholar, or rather, the Confucian Daoist from afar.

The Confucian Daoist's pupils shrank slightly, recognizing the faces of the three.

The one laughing charmingly was a woman in a yellow shirt. The woman was petite, but carried a red gourd that was much taller than herself. On the right was a black-clad youth who was unsmiling and silent like iron.

He carried a sword box on his back, and there was a faint sound of sword intent.

And in the center was a middle-aged man stepping on a white lotus and wearing a white robe.

That middle-aged man was handsome and imposing, with long hair tied in a crown. A blood-red cinnabar mark shone on his brow, and there were faint double images in his eyes, as if he had double pupils.

"I heard that you obtained a branch of the ancient Confucian lineage, are well-versed in classics and history, and had the ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune before entering Dao. After entering Dao, your divine sense is even more sensitive, and you have the ability to glimpse the future…

I wonder if it's true?"

The middle-aged man in white clothes, stepping on a white lotus, spoke indifferently, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

The Confucian Daoist is a rogue cultivator.

Rogue cultivator has never been a good term, representing the very edge of the cultivation world.

Without the guidance of predecessors, it is very easy to make mistakes. For example, some Jianghu (martial world) martial artists accidentally obtain Daoist cultivation methods, and often use their own weapons as 'acceptance of the talisman', causing a lot of jokes.

For example, sword cultivators, sword cultivators control swords for flight. In Jianghu novels, they often fly on a sword. In fact, the sword light surrounds them, which can be used for flying, protecting themselves, and killing enemies.

If you step on a sword into the air, facing an orthodox sword cultivator, you can be killed with just one sword.

The disadvantages of rogue cultivators are great.

Because there is no regret in seeking the Dao, even if you know the mistakes in the future, there is no chance to change or correct them.

This Confucian Daoist is different.

This person was originally a fallen scholar, who coincidentally obtained the ancient Confucian cultivation method that had long been cut off. A mouthful of righteous qi has immeasurable power. After entering the Dao and becoming a Realized One, he even vaguely cultivated a righteous long river.

It is even stronger than the Supernatural Power Realized Ones of sword cultivation.

"White Lotus Daoist, Huang Qing'er, Wushe (No Tongue) Daoist, you guys actually came too!"

The Confucian Daoist's expression sank, recognizing the people who came.

That middle-aged man in white is named White Lotus Daoist. Legend has it that he obtained a white lotus by chance when he was young. This white lotus is said to be the remains of an ancient Sky Demon.

White Lotus Daoist naturally made rapid progress after obtaining it. In less than Jiazi years, he has already cultivated Supernatural Power.

In addition, with his White Lotus magic treasure, he can even briefly fight with a Transcending Tribulation Great Realized One without being at a disadvantage.

The two behind him, the one carrying the red gourd is named Huang Qing'er, and the black-clad swordsman is named Wushe Daoist. They are all famous experts of the evil Dao.

The three of them joined forces and had a record of ambushing and killing a Transcending Tribulation Great Realized One.

Although there may be other hidden reasons, it has fueled the ferocity of the three.

"We naturally can't be missing from such a major event as the Myriad Dharma Assembly."

Huang Qing'er smiled sweetly, her eyes bright:

"It's you, Confucian Daoist, who thinks you are upright, but you also came to take advantage of the fire, which makes this concubine very surprised… However, although the Heavenly Intent Sect is a big family, it can't stand many people coming to share it.

The other fire takers have already been cleaned up by us. Confucian Daoist, you are the last one…"

As she spoke, the three slowly approached, vaguely showing signs of surrounding the Confucian Daoist.

Buzz~

The Confucian Daoist's figure didn't move, and the paper figure on his shoulder burned with a 'chi' sound, turning into a faint blue light, constantly trembling.

An inexplicable wave spread out.

Whoosh~

The Confucian Daoist pinched that ball of fire with two fingers, his eyes cold:

"The battle in the Myriad Dharma Platform, I believe you have all seen it. You can't not know the methods of that Daoist. If you dare to fight me, it's hard to say that you won't attract the intervention of that Daoist…

You, you should think carefully!"

The Confucian Daoist's contained a threat. They may not have participated in the Myriad Dharma Assembly, but that doesn't mean they didn't see the battle in the Myriad Dharma Platform.

The methods of that white-robed Daoist were fierce enough to make anyone change color upon seeing them.

"That Daoist…"

Hearing this, the faces of White Lotus Daoist and the other two all changed.

"That Realized One is indeed powerful and invincible, but we also have our own concealment methods. Killing you will not have the slightest impact."

White Lotus Daoist said slowly raising his head.

It seemed that he was about to strike in the next moment.

Huang Qing'er and Wushe Daoist also slowly raised their eyebrows, and there were faint magic power fluctuations on their bodies.

The Confucian Daoist's heart sank, and he was about to crush the flame in his palm, when his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he stammered for a moment:

"Be-behind…"