Planting the fields.

This was the foundation An Qisheng had laid for Wang Quandao.

Once the new rice became widespread and the mainstay of the world, Wang Quandao, which controlled the new seeds, would naturally have the right to speak.

It had taken him three years to become the best in the world, but the new millet seeds had taken a full five years to take initial shape. Their effect was naturally more than just preparing those who practiced martial arts, but even greater for ordinary people.

The yield of the new millet was greater than that of the original millet, because it consumed less soil fertility. What it needed was the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Moreover, the new millet was more filling.

But popularizing it was not so easy and was destined to be a very long process.

In the early stages, it would naturally require the efforts of many large sects and the imperial court.

Knowing the potential of the new seeds, what followed was much easier. He sold this batch of seeds to Liu Yanchang, Yan Kuangtu, Wang Jianglong and others at a relatively low price.

The several men cared a lot about these seeds. After receiving them, they had no intention of staying longer and bid farewell one by one.

The few people from Five Spirits City, who thought that An Qisheng would have something more to say to them, were slightly stunned, but happy nonetheless, and naturally did not feel any reluctance.

Compared to the martial arts experts in the martial world who might be eyeing them covetously, An Qisheng was ten or a hundred times more threatening to them.

Even though his attitude was calm and he harbored no malice.

But his strength was too high and powerful, still making them feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.

"Grandpa Daoist."

Sun En bowed slightly and bid farewell, "This disciple shall now take his leave."

"Be careful on the road."

An Qisheng did not try to keep him. Looking at Sun En, who was only thirteen years old but already mature, he sighed slightly.

On Xuanxing, thirteen years old was still just a child, still enjoying the love of his parents.

"This disciple bids farewell."

Hearing the sigh, Sun En also felt a little sad.

But he still gritted his teeth, turned around, and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment."

An Qisheng stopped Sun En. The latter was slightly stunned before he slowly opened his mouth: "The Heavenly Human Divine Weapon is indeed the ultimate opportunity in the world, but it is also a confinement. Throughout the ages, some weapon masters have opened the Gate of Heaven with it, but none have been able to surpass their predecessors, and it is because of this..."

Was the Heavenly Human Divine Weapon an opportunity?

Indeed, it was.

The Heavenly Human Divine Weapon contained the inheritance and evolution of martial arts from ancient times to the present. Every realm was sorted out in great detail. One only needed to follow the textbook, and if the compatibility was right, one could advance to the Divine Meridian.

Since ancient times in Jiu Fu Realm, there had been no opportunity that could compare with it.

However, precisely because of this, no weapon master had been able to surpass their predecessors, not even one had become a true Heavenly Human.

"I…"

Sun En was slightly stunned. Even at this moment, he had no ambition to surpass his predecessors.

He understood the meaning in An Qisheng's words, but he could not empathize with it.

"We have a deep connection. No matter what the future holds, at least at this moment, you are a filial child."

An Qisheng waved his hand, and a square piece of paper fluttered into his hand:

"This is a suggestion from Grandpa…"

Sun En took the paper, looked down, and couldn't help but read out:

"Get the blade and forget the blade…"

There were only five words on the paper, but these five words contained an extremely strong divine intent.

Sun En was lost in thought for a moment.

By the time he raised his head again, An Qisheng's figure was already gone.

He treasured the paper, bowed a few times, and then went down the mountain with a complex mood.

…

"Wang Quan Daoist…"

Looking at the mountains faintly visible a hundred miles away, the expression of the Five Spirits City fluctuated, his heart uneasy.

What he had seen and heard on Wang Quan Mountain had had a huge impact on him.

The battle between Mu Qingfeng and Wang Quan Daoist had erased his pride as a weapon master.

Mu Qingfeng's final sword had already exceeded his imagination. Yet such a powerful sword had not even hurt the old Daoist in the slightest. Such strength, even past weapon masters, was probably only so-so.

In other words, the current Wang Quan Daoist already possessed the strength to open the Gate of Heaven!

It was not only him who was uneasy. Yuan Xingyi, Cang Liu, and others were also experiencing fluctuating emotions.

They gazed at Wang Quan Mountain in the far distance, speechless for a long time.

"What a Number One in the World, what a Wang Quan Daoist!"

After a long time, Cang Liu sighed.

Although he was sighing, the expression on his face became more and more excited: "Why should you fellow Daoists be discouraged? To have such a figure in the world is a great fortune for us! If we can defeat such a figure in our lifetime, then our life will not be in vain!"

"Brother Cang is right. Such a figure is rare throughout the ages. It is great luck that we can meet him."

Shao Hua Cen's green skirt fluttered, and in her palm, a short blade spun:

"It's just that now, our trouble has come…"

The others looked indifferently, only to see faint auras rising around them, and in the far distance, there were already figures flashing, among which there were those with tyrannical auras and agile skills.

"Mere rabble, dare to plot against us?"

Yuan Xingyi let out a cold snort, flipped over and jumped onto his white horse, and with a sweep of his red-tasseled spear, he galloped away:

"Farewell, fellow Daoists! I hope that the next time we meet, we will have the strength to challenge Wang Quan Daoist!"

"Farewell, everyone!"

"We will meet again!"

The others also bowed, casually found a direction, and strode away.

Soon after, shouts of killing rang out on the vast plain, accompanied by a soaring stench of blood.

…

A gentle breeze blew his white robe. An Qisheng stood on the top of Wang Quan Mountain, looking into the distance, as if he had seen something.

Yun Dongliu sat cross-legged on a large rock and said:

"Daoist, I thought you would keep them…"

Several years had passed, and Yun Dongliu's martial arts had progressed quite quickly. Under An Qisheng's guidance, he had already condensed the Great Circulation of Qi Meridians.

However, he was unwilling to return to the Righteous and Honorable Sect, nor did he continue to roam the martial world. He wandered in the mountains all day long, befriended birds and beasts, and did not meet with people.

"The Heavenly Human Divine Weapon is precious, but it is already useless to me…"

An Qisheng's eyes were deep.

As he cultivated the Five Energies towards the Origin and merged his spirit and flesh, his body and spirit had once again climbed, and had completely suppressed the divine intent of the past weapon masters within the Dragon King Armor.

The Heavenly Human Divine Weapon had lost its effect of tempering him.

He had casually thrown the Dragon King Armor to Li Ling, and the other Heavenly Human Divine Weapons would not surpass the Dragon King Armor, so they were naturally useless to him.

As for the Heavenly Human Dao heritage within them, as the Five Spirits City and Mu Qingliu and others ascended the mountain, he had already reflected them one by one in his perspective. Apart from the Vast Sea Dragon Banner, the rest of the Heavenly Human inheritances had already been obtained by him.

Whether to keep the people of Five Spirits City or not was meaningless to him.

"Useless?"

Yun Dongliu couldn't help but straighten his body, looking at the increasingly unfathomable An Qisheng, his expression moved: "Daoist, are you already about to become a Heavenly Human? Or are you able to sense the aura of the Gate of Heaven?"

"Hard to say, hard to say."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

At this time, looking from afar, he could sense the aura of the Gate of Heaven at any time. As long as he wanted, it seemed that he could open the Gate of Heaven at any time.

However, Heavenly Humans and the Gate of Heaven could not be confused.

Heavenly Humans could open the Gate of Heaven, but those who could open the Gate of Heaven were not necessarily Heavenly Humans.

His path had already deviated from the martial arts of Jiu Fu Realm. The Heavenly Human Dao within the Heavenly Human Divine Weapon could only be used for reference and could not give him inspiration.

Pang Wanyang was already the limit of the Divine Meridian, and at this time, he was much stronger than the previous Pang Wanyang.

Mu Qingfeng's sword was already an imperfect sword of the Heavenly Human, but it could not hurt him.

The Heavenly Human divine intent within the Dragon King Armor could not suppress him.

Logically speaking, he was already a Heavenly Human.

However, he had not sensed the threshold of the Heavenly Human.

But he didn't care, because he was different from any martial artist in Jiu Fu Realm from ancient times to the present.

What he sought was not the Gate of Heaven, nor was it the Heavenly Human.

"Daoist is truly a divine being…"

Yun Dongliu sighed sincerely:

"You have reached the end of the path in this realm…"

He did not know what the realm of the past Heavenly Humans was like, but at this time, An Qisheng was already a Heavenly Human in his eyes.

"Whether divine or Heavenly Human, in the end, it is still a person. It is enough to be a person, why add heaven or god?"

An Qisheng paced forward two steps, sat cross-legged on the cold iron Dao platform, quietly watching the rolling sea of clouds:

"Life between heaven and earth is no different from dust. Even a Heavenly Human is just a larger piece of dust compared to heaven and earth. Where does the end come from?"

With the Five Energies towards the Origin and the merging of spirit and flesh, his body and spirit had reached the peak of this realm.

However, the peak does not mean the end.

…

With the birth of the weapon masters, the martial world was in turmoil.

Human greed was endless. Even after An Qisheng obtained the Dragon King Armor, there were still people who tried to plot against him, let alone the weapon masters who had not yet grown up?

Therefore, all the major weapon masters were subjected to the most terrifying pursuit.

Accompanied by bloody storms, several weapon masters grew up. Until one day, as the Five Spirits City forged the Divine Meridian, all the pursuits against the weapon masters came to an end.

What followed was a bloody cleansing of the former pursuers by the major weapon masters!

In this process, the weapon masters were no longer as weak as before. Some dominated the states, some roamed the world, some rebuilt their sects, and gradually replaced the older generation of experts, becoming the most sought-after figures!

Martial world grievances were settled in the martial world. It was normal for people to be killed for pursuing others. An Qisheng did not care about these killings, nor did he pay any attention to the martial artists who came to him because of these events.

Compared to this, he was more concerned about the spread of the new millet, named 'Spiritual Rice', throughout the world.

Under the operation of several major forces and the imperial court, the scale of 'Spiritual Rice' became larger and larger, from initially only a few forces being able to obtain it, to gradually being pursued by the people of the world.

Wang Quandao jumped to become the largest 'grain merchant', seizing massive wealth.

Along with the spread of 'Spiritual Rice', the scope of Wang Quandao disciples preaching expanded.

From Fengzhou, spreading to Qingliang two continents, then to Zhongzhou, Youzhou, and other major states…

Wang Quandao's changes to the world became more and more obvious, and naturally, they encountered countless resistances. They might not dare to confront the imperial court and Wang Quandao head-on, but there were more and more small actions in the dark.

Until a Wang Quandao disciple was assassinated, Wang Quandao finally abandoned its previous lukewarm approach and bared its fangs to the world.

Many Wang Quandao disciples went down the mountain and launched a series of retaliations, killings, cleansings, and judgments against the forces that dared to strike in the dark.

Once, only the name of Wang Quan Daoist was known to the world. The names of many Wang Quandao disciples finally spread.

With a series of confrontations and the spread of many deeds, Jiang Tingting, Zhang HaoHao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, Tie Shan, Yun Dongliu, Fan Zimin, and Bai Xian'er were also known as the Eight Sons of Wang Quan.

They became the mainstay of Wang Quandao.

They became the new generation of experts in the world, second only to the Eight Great Weapon Masters.

And on this day, An Qisheng, who had been in the number one position in the world for nearly sixty years and had been sitting quietly on the mountain top for fifty years, slowly opened his eyes.