Chapter 1 Wang Quan Dao Opens Its Doors

Wang Quan Dao is opening its doors wide!

This news quickly spread throughout Feng Province, and even to the surrounding provinces, thanks to the many martial artists who lingered.

There are many martial arts practitioners in the world, but that doesn't mean learning martial arts is simple or easy.

Anyone with a smattering of martial arts skills has the saying, "teach men but not women, teach disciples but hold back a secret." How easy is it for ordinary people to learn martial arts?

What is martial arts?

A means of survival!

If you can pass it on to your own son, why pass it on to an outsider?

Da Feng has numerous gangs and sects. Any province has dozens, if not hundreds, of gangs and sects. But neither gangs nor sects accept disciples and teach martial arts for free.

If you want to join, you must have a generous apprenticeship gift and a recommendation. Otherwise, you will not be accepted.

These two requirements mean you must have wealth and a clean background, with no unclear origins.

Only after these two points are met will your aptitude and comprehension be considered.

Without the former two, you can't even get in the door.

After all, Da Feng has over a billion people, and the world has twenty billion. What kind of talent and comprehension is lacking?

Competing to accept disciples and providing you with what you need to practice martial arts, only letting you practice every day?

That is simply impossible.

But there is an exception, and that is when any sect opens its doors wide.

When such sects are founded, they often cast a wide net. As long as you have martial arts aptitude and a clean background, you often have the opportunity to join. Even if you fail to pass the test and become a true disciple,

Even learning a few martial arts moves will make you superior, ensuring a worry-free life.

Therefore, Wang Quan Dao's opening of its doors attracted not only martial artists but also countless ordinary people who heard the news.

Whoosh!

On the official road, a horse galloped.

Fan Zimin, riding on his Jiao horse, looked into the distance and could already see the continuous mountains. Wang Quan Mountain was on the edge of the mountains.

"At my age, it is impossible to join Wang Quan Daochang's sect, but with my Qi Meridian status, becoming a guest elder should not be a problem!"

Fan Zimin's eyes shone as his thoughts raced.

He had been busy for the past six months. After the battle in the snowfield, he had been chasing An Qisheng's footsteps, but how could he catch up? By the time he arrived in Fengdu City, An Qisheng had long disappeared.

He was extremely regretful but did not leave. Instead, he sought out the soldiers and martial artists who had experienced the battle, inquired about it, reconstructed the battle, and then compiled it into a book, which was circulated throughout the world.

In this world, some people love martial arts, some love beauty, some pursue power, some are greedy for wine and food, some love divine weapons and steeds, and some enjoy fighting.

As for Fan Zimin, he loved fame.

He was very clear that with his talent and martial arts skills, whether studying literature or martial arts, he would never be able to pass down his name to future generations.

But in that snowfield battle, he saw his Dao, saw his path.

Whether it was rising to prominence at nearly a hundred years old, or Qi Meridian defying Divine Meridian, one man fighting a country, this Wang Quan Daoist was the only legend he had ever seen!

His ancestors were storytellers, so he knew very well that the most important thing for events that could be passed down to future generations was the word: legend!

The more unbelievable it was, the more unexpected it was, the more widely it would spread.

Therefore, he came up with the idea of compiling Wang Quan Daoist's deeds and establishing a biography for himself to leave his name to the world!

"Hundreds of years later, even if the name of the Military Master is forgotten, even if Pang Wanyang's name is forgotten, I can leave my name to the world!"

Fan Zimin's heart burned as he sped up.

Several hours later, he finally saw Wang Quan Mountain, and not far below Wang Quan Mountain, a mansion built against the mountain, its style similar to that of an academy. Judging from its appearance, it seemed to have been newly built.

What surprised him was that there were only a few hundred people below Wang Quan Mountain.

Such a grandmaster opening his doors wide, yet only a few hundred people came to seek apprenticeship?

"Something is strange..."

Fan Zimin frowned.

He knew that when Yan Kuangtu created the Da Long Men and opened its doors wide, there were no less than ten thousand people in front of the Da Long Men every day for three consecutive years.

Wasn't Wang Quan Daoist's fame more than ten times greater than Yan Kuangtu's when he founded the Da Long Men?

Only a few hundred people was a bit outrageous.

Neigh!

The Jiao horse neighed, and Fan Zimin dismounted, grabbing a martial artist at random:

"May I ask this brother, I heard that Wang Quan Dao is opening its doors wide, why are you leaving?"

The martial artist was impatient at first, but when he turned around and saw the Jiao horse, white clothes, and crimson blood sword, he was shocked: "You are the storyteller Fan Zimin, Hero Fan."

"Indeed, but I dare not call myself a hero."

Fan Zimin smiled lightly and asked again:

"Brother has not yet answered my question."

The man recognized Fan Zimin as a master on the Earthly Rankings, so his attitude was naturally very good. He bowed and said, "Hero Fan, you don't know, although sects have many requirements when recruiting disciples, none are as strange and deadly as Wang Quan Dao's..."

"What do you mean by that?"

Fan Zimin's heart stirred. He had been wondering why he smelled blood.

Before the man could speak, a loud voice rang out from below Wang Quan Mountain.

"My Wang Quan Dao opens its doors wide, and should accept all comers, but rules are rules!"

Amidst the echoing sound waves, Tie Shan leaped up and onto the pavilion, cupping his fist in all directions, and said:

"I want everyone to know that my Wang Quan Dao doesn't care about gender, age, or whether you have martial arts skills. Even if you are missing arms or legs, you can join... There is only one condition, and that is that we do not accept those who deserve to die!"

After An Qisheng's prompting, Tie Shan had completed his Blood Exchange. Although he was condensing a seed of true Qi, his voice was already loud, and his internal strength was considered profound. With this shout, everyone present could hear him.

"Those who deserve to die are not accepted? What does 'deserve to die' mean?"

Fan Zimin's heart stirred.

Among the crowd, someone who had just arrived asked, "May I ask this brother, what does 'deserve to die' mean?"

"Well asked!"

Tie Shan pointed to the newly built academy in the distance and said:

"That academy is called the Hall of Asking the Heart. Anyone who can set foot in it can join my Wang Quan Dao. But in that Hall of Asking the Heart, there is a wisp of divine will left by the Dao Lord, called the Demon Revealing Mirror. Anyone with evil intentions and a bad record will be killed on the spot!"

At this point, Tie Shan's expression was serious:

"In the past month, more than a hundred people have died in front of the Hall of Asking the Heart. Please do not misunderstand yourselves!"

As Tie Shan's voice fell.

Wang Quan Mountain was silent. Not many people believed that the Hall of Asking the Heart was so magical and could see through people's hearts.

But many people had died here in the past month, and not many dared to try.

However, even so, not many dared to cause trouble below Wang Quan Mountain.

Because before the Wang Quan Daoist became famous, he had the name of Blood Demon. Thousands of people had died at his hands, and even the imperial tutor and the East Factory supervisor had been killed. Where did they get the courage to cause trouble?

Therefore, many people sighed in disappointment and prepared to leave.

Before long, the remaining few hundred people had all left.

Besides Fan Zimin, there were only a few children who looked more like beggars than refugees.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Fan Zimin was overjoyed, laughing as he took out paper and pen and began to write on the ground:

In the summer of the 198th year of Da Feng, the weather was extremely hot, with molten gold and melting stones.

Min rode a Jiao horse and traveled eight thousand miles straight to Wang Quan Mountain. On this day, in front of the Hall of Asking the Heart at Wang Quan Mountain, the Wang Quan Daoist established the Hall of Asking the Heart, using a Demon Revealing Mirror to see through the good and evil of people's hearts. Many villains fell dead before it.

Before the Hall of Asking the Heart, people's hearts are judged.

Under the Demon Revealing Mirror, sins are revealed.

Wang Quan Mountain is not high,

But few can step forward. Recorder: Storyteller Fan.

.......

An Qisheng naturally knew everything that happened at the foot of the mountain, but he didn't care much.

He certainly wanted to accept many disciples, but he didn't want to become a place for hiding dirt and filth. There were not many useful people under Wang Quan Dao, so naturally, it was impossible to send people to investigate one by one like the Huangjue Temple and the Extremely Divine Sect.

Therefore, he erected a stone tablet in front of the Hall of Asking the Heart.

The so-called 'Demon Revealing Mirror' was just a variation of his San Shou Qi Shou Shi (Dispersion Art Initial Posture) 'Nantianmen' (South Heaven Gate).

Just like his 'Zhanxiantai' (Beheading Immortal Platform) and 'Zanyaotai' (Beheading Demon Platform), 'Zhanshentai' (Beheading God Platform) and other variations.

Whoosh!

Under the old tree, Jiang Tingting and Zhang Hao Hao were practicing boxing.

In the blink of an eye, two years had passed, and the two little guys' boxing skills had improved. Between their body movements, they could already make their muscles and bones sound in unison.

Especially Jiang Tingting, she had become proficient in many boxing routines between her body movements. Although she had not yet entered the Dark Realm, she was not far off.

Unfortunately, she had only cultivated internal strength for a short time. Even if her boxing skills were better, she was not a match for Zhang Hao Hao, who had been cultivating internal strength for two years.

It was said that they had been practicing boxing for two years, but in reality, he hadn't spent much time actually guiding the two little guys in practicing boxing. They had been able to practice to this level mostly due to their own efforts and the San Shou that he had passed on through his mind.

Unfortunately, the two of them didn't have very high talent or comprehension. Compared to Sun En, who had been able to perform the 'Nantianmen' stance in a decent manner after only a few months, they were far behind.

Even Yan Kaiyu, who was standing on the side, was somewhat better.

At the beginning of martial arts, the root bone was too important.

Some people were born clumsy, and even if they put in ten times the effort, they would not be able to learn what others could learn with a glance.

But this was not because they lacked comprehension. In fact, when they took a look, their brain felt like they could do it, but their hands felt like they couldn't. This was not an illusion, but because they had too little control over their bodies.

In the language of ordinary people on Xuan Xing, they lacked athletic ability. In the language of Jiu Fu Realm, their root bones were extremely poor.

You must know that in Jiu Fu Realm, martial arts practice also required using boxing to guide the flow of internal strength. Wang Quan Lao Dao's set of movements in the Nameless Boy Skill, which were comparable to the most exaggerated yoga on Xuan Xing, were not something that ordinary people could easily do.

If you couldn't even do this, and you couldn't guide your inner Qi, how could you cultivate internal strength?

"Tingting, come here."

With those thoughts in mind, An Qisheng called the little guy over.

"Master."

Jiang Tingting stopped her movements and ran over.

In the blink of an eye, more than two years had passed, and the little guy had grown a bit. She was no longer as sallow and thin as before. Her little face was a little chubby. After practicing boxing for two years, her eyes had become firm. She was no longer the little girl who cried at the drop of a hat.

"Do you want to become a martial arts genius?"

An Qisheng looked at his disciple with a smile.

For him, changing someone else's root bone was naturally a simple matter, but Jiang Tingting's temperament was too frivolous, and changing it too early would not be good. Now that more than two years had passed, she had become much more stable. It was time to 'transform' his disciple.

"Ah?"

Jiang Tingting was a little dazed.

She had known for a long time that she was a martial arts failure, especially after watching Sun En learn the boxing techniques that she had barely mastered in a year in just three days. She had completely accepted this fact.

But how could she not be envious?

In an instant, she thought, did Master perhaps dislike that she was a failure?

At the thought, the little guy's eyes suddenly turned red:

"Master, Tingting will work hard, please don't dislike Tingting..."

"Silly child."

An Qisheng shook his head and smiled. His palm gently fell and pinched Jiang Tingting's palm.

He gently shook.

Jiang Tingting's body trembled, and a numb feeling spread from her palm to her whole body, almost causing her to kneel on the ground.

She only felt her bones were dancing, and bursts of heat in her body couldn't help but break through her pores, flowing out sweat with a faint stench.

But she was very sensible. Although she didn't know what Master was doing, she didn't resist and gritted her teeth to endure it.

Only, the heat in her body grew more and more intense.

"Ah!"

At one point, she suddenly cried out, covering her mouth and jumping to the side, her eyes full of tears from the pain.

When she opened her mouth, several teeth actually fell out.

"Master!"

Zhang Hao Hao and Yan Kaiyu were a little surprised, looking at the several clean teeth on the ground without any blood stains, they didn't know what An Qisheng had done.

"Eh, Junior Sister... your teeth, they didn't fall out."

Zhang Hao Hao opened his junior sister's mouth and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Not only were Jiang Tingting's teeth not missing, but also her irregular teeth had become very neat.

"Ah?"

Yan Kaiyu looked at the teeth on the ground in surprise. The teeth didn't fall out, so what did she spit out?

"Master, my body, it's so light."

After a moment of pain, Jiang Tingting also came back to her senses.

She suddenly felt very incredible, only feeling her body was light, as if she had taken off the iron clothes she was wearing, and her fingers had become much more flexible.

"Senior Sister seems to have become more beautiful..."

Looking at Jiang Tingting, who couldn't help but pull open her stance to practice boxing, Yan Kaiyu observed very keenly.

In his opinion, Jiang Tingting's appearance was still very ordinary, not as good as their family's maids, but compared to before, she had become much better looking. Her nose had become taller, her cheeks were not so high, and her chin had also changed a bit.

"Ah?"

Jiang Tingting exclaimed, stopped practicing boxing, ran to the side to fetch a basin of water, looked at herself in the water, and couldn't help but cover her face.

Then she smelled the faint stench on her hands, exclaimed again, and trotted out of the small courtyard.

An Qisheng smiled. After the two little guys looked at him, he said:

"Hao Hao, you come too."

With his current mastery of Jin Li (劲力 Explosive Force), he could even achieve Fa Mao Xi Sui (伐毛洗髓 Cleansing the Marrow and Washing the Bones), let alone the subtle adjustment of root bones.

The quality of the root bones was originally a very subtle difference. With a slight adjustment, the root bones would be ten times better.

With his casual shake, Jiang Tingting's root bones, even if not earth-shattering, were at least comparable to Sun En's.

It was just that a person's achievement was determined by factors such as root bone, temperament, comprehension, and opportunity. Sun En, however, was one of the few people in the world with the most top-notch root bone, temperament, comprehension, and opportunity.

In thousands of years, perhaps few people could be compared with him.

Kacha!

With two soft sounds, An Qisheng also straightened the bones of Zhang Hao Hao and Yan Kaiyu. However, Yan Kaiyu's root bones were already top-notch, so there was not much immediate effect.

"Master, how did you do it!"

At this time, Jiang Tingting, who had washed and changed her clothes, rushed in excitedly and threw herself into An Qisheng's arms.

Her little eyes were red, obviously she had cried again just now.

While comforting his little disciple, a thought suddenly arose in An Qisheng's mind:

"Root bones can be changed, Qi Luck can be gathered, temperament can be tempered...

If I use Feng Shui techniques to change the Qi Luck of Tingting, Hao Hao, and Kaiyu, reshape their temperament with the Wheel Turning Method, and then pass on martial arts to them, can they compete with Sun En or other Military Masters?"