Chapter 1 Wang Quan Dao

Even though An Qisheng hadn't engaged in any large-scale publicity, on the day the Daoist temple was completed, countless pigeons and falcons flew from Nanliang County, Ronghua Prefecture, and even the entire Feng Province, spreading across the various provinces of Da Feng.

Wang Quan Dao! (Dao of Royal Authority)

It seemed that overnight, this name resounded throughout the martial world and became known to everyone.

Wang Quan (Royal Authority).

These two words were taboo in the world, representing the authority of the ruler.

Establishing the Dao of Royal Authority made countless people gasp in admiration and respect.

After all, this was a supreme master who truly confronted the imperial court and trampled its dignity underfoot!

The aftermath of the battle before Fengdu City had not yet dissipated, and now there was news of An Qisheng establishing a sect, immediately stirring the hearts of countless people.

Some yearned for it, wanting to become disciples and learn skills; some were eager to join the excitement; some simply wanted to inquire about information...

For a time, Wang Quan Dao had not yet officially established itself.

But it had already attracted the attention of countless people.

An Qisheng might know or might not know, but he didn't care.

After the completion of the Daoist temple, he drove down the mountain those martial artists who were reluctant to leave and wished they could be his servants for life.

After that, he entered the Huayan Mountains and found a batch of birds with extremely fast flying speeds and excellent endurance to deliver messages.

As his 'body' grew stronger day by day, the Great Sky Wheel Technique (摩天转轮法 - Mo Tian Zhuan Lun Fa) became even more refined, making it naturally easy to subdue birds.

He even influenced these birds with his spirit, so they could deliver messages without training, of course, only to places An Qisheng himself had been.

Establishing a sect naturally required some witnesses.

Although An Qisheng didn't want to make a big show, he still had to invite some people, such as Huangjue Temple and Wang Jianglong.

Apart from that, he had no acquaintances and no intention of making connections, so he naturally couldn't be bothered.

........

In the empty hall, it seemed to be filled with cold currents, and with the tremor of an invisible pressure, the entire hall emitted an unbearable groan.

A tall figure of a man knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

"Wang Quan Dao, Wang Quan Dao..."

Feng Wang stood in the shadows, a chilling aura between his brows:

"What a Wang Quan Dao!"

"Your, Your Majesty! That An Qisheng calls himself Wang Quan Daoren, although he has not officially established a sect, it is already a real fact. Should we send people to encircle and suppress him?"

The tall figure opened his mouth tentatively with a hoarse voice.

"Why encircle and suppress him?"

Feng Wang waved his sleeves, and the coldness on his face disappeared instantly, turning into a sneer:

"That old Daoist's skills are superb. If he is determined to escape, how can the army stop him? Just for the sake of his two or three little disciples?"

The tall figure trembled and dared not reply.

"This matter is a good thing."

Feng Wang lowered his eyes:

"The lone beast is the most frightening. With burdens, it is safer!"

Why did he fear this old Daoist, instead of Yixiu of Huangjue Temple, or Mu Qingfeng of Wanjian Villa?

Naturally, it was because this old Daoist was alone!

Whether it was Yixiu or Mu Qingfeng, they had thousands of disciples and countless descendants. Even if they had the power to attack the royal city, they would never dare to act rashly.

They even had to befriend him.

Because they were not afraid of the imperial court's encirclement and suppression, but those disciples, followers, and descendants had no such possibility!

Throughout history, there have been lone Qi Meridian masters, but few lone Divine Meridian grandmasters.

Therefore, the imperial court and the martial world maintained a balance, mutually wary of each other.

Therefore, the appearance of An Qisheng truly broke this balance.

This old Daoist not only did not need a sect to support him to become a Qi Meridian master, but also possessed supreme martial arts in his Qi Meridian state, directly defeating the imperial court's encirclement and suppression.

But he dared to be so bold, no more than because he was alone.

But if he had thousands of disciples, then it would be different.

"Your Majesty is wise."

The tall figure responded respectfully.

Feng Wang waved his hand:

"Fetch a golden-feathered eagle and present it to me!"

"Yes!"

The tall figure bowed slightly and retreated from the hall.

Not long after, he walked into the hall holding a golden-feathered eagle.

"Go."

Feng Wang dismissed the man with a wave of his hand. The golden-feathered eagle, which was preening its feathers, couldn't help but fall into his palm.

Feng Wang wrote a letter and stuffed it under the golden-feathered eagle's abdomen.

Then, with a flick of his hand, the golden-feathered eagle let out a long cry and broke through the sky like lightning and thunder.

"Wang Quan Dao, Wang Quan Dao..."

Feng Wang muttered again.

Then disappeared into the shadows.

Behind the hall, there were layers of secret doors, and before each secret door, there were experts on duty in shifts, without any relaxation.

Even Feng Wang had to match all the passwords and even verify his identity with a blood drop before he could enter.

The dark tunnel had no trace of light.

"Great Ancestor, ah, Great Ancestor..."

Feng Wang sighed softly.

This was the most secret place in Da Feng. Even he only learned of the location of this place several years after inheriting the throne.

On weekdays, he was absolutely unwilling to come to this place.

Feng Wang strode forward, walking for an unknown number of miles before a ray of scarlet-gold light appeared in front of the dark tunnel.

Faintly, one could hear the sound of dragon roars shaking.

At the end of the tunnel, a burly figure sat cross-legged.

It was this person sitting cross-legged here that blocked the omnipresent scarlet-gold light behind him, with only a few strands scattering out.

Seeing Feng Wang, the man did not open his eyes. Instead, Feng Wang bowed first:

"Grandmother, how is the progress?"

Whoosh~

It seemed that lightning flashed!

The several miles of dark tunnel suddenly brightened!

Then, the light dimmed slightly.

But one could also see that the true face of the man was actually a burly old man in red, with red lips and white teeth.

"Your Majesty should not come to this place often."

A voice that was a mixture of roughness and charm, like majestic and soft whispers, echoed in Feng Wang's ears:

"In another twenty years, it will be a great success!"

"Twenty years is too long..."

Feng Wang frowned:

"Grandmother, is there a way to speed up this process?"

Twenty years, I am afraid that the world will already be full of war, and I don't know how many dragons and snakes will rise to land.

"Two hundred years have passed, how can you not wait twenty years?"

The Red-Clothed Grandmother's voice, neither male nor female, sounded.

His voice was strangely inexplicable, but it was not unpleasant. Instead, it carried a strange charm that made people feel refreshed.

"Twenty years later, I am afraid that I don't know how many people will be called kings in the world. I am afraid that my Da Feng family business will be ruined in my hands."

Feng Wang's face was a little gloomy.

"The Great Ancestor still used his fists to conquer a territory of ten thousand miles. With divine weapons in hand, don't you have the confidence to sweep the world again?"

The Red-Clothed Grandmother replied lightly:

"You must remember that the two-hundred-year plan of the Great Ancestor, the Grand Ancestor, the Xuan Ancestor, and the other emperors is only for you alone!"

Feng Wang was silent for a moment before saying:

"Han Changgong is well-versed in feng shui and fortune, can he be allowed to join in?"

"Impossible!"

It seemed that lightning flashed. The Red-Clothed Grandmother shouted sharply:

"After two hundred years of tempering, the divine weapon deeply hates us. If someone else comes, the divine weapon will definitely choose him as its master! Except for you and me, anyone who knows this news!

Only,

Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

A strong wind howled in the tunnel, and thunder rumbled in the miles-long corridor.

In the whirlwind of dust and dust, Feng Wang wiped the dust from his face and nodded indifferently:

"I understand."

.......

Thirty thousand miles to the extreme north of Da Feng is an extremely cold place.

This place is close to the Arctic of heaven and earth, and the environment is extremely harsh. Nearly half of it is icy ocean, and there is very little land. There are almost no people, and even the animals that can survive are very few.

Among the several icy oceans, there is a place where ice peaks stand.

Among them, there is a mountain range that stands upright, like the spine of heaven and earth, penetrating into the clouds.

This mountain was originally nameless, but now, it is called the Six Hells Sacred Mountain.

On it sits the Six Hells Demonic Sect.

On the ice peak, in the Six Hells Demonic Sect, which is like a mortal village, there is silence. Only the wind and snow are howling, and it seems that no one has been seen for a long time.

Screech~

But just as a golden light flashed.

A figure suddenly rose from the wind and snow. With the tumbling of air waves, he jumped a hundred feet and grabbed the golden-feathered eagle that flew past like an arrow.

Boom!

The man landed, stirring up a storm.

In the razor-like cold wind, his majestic dragon-like body and a smooth head with even facial features that could not be seen were revealed.

Without a face, it can be ever-changing.

This person is the master of the Hell Demonic Sect, the Ever-Changing Demon Lord, Yang She.

"Yang She! Shut up!"

A cold snort came from the village.

A skinny old man appeared like a ghost, his voice cold:

"This is the golden-feathered eagle of the Da Feng court. It should be looking for the Sect Master. How dare you kill it."

"Sect Master..."

The tall and burly man almost crushed the golden-feathered eagle to death, but when he heard the words, he let go as if struck by lightning.

Letting the golden-feathered eagle escape with a scream.

Screech~

Screech~

The golden-feathered eagle screamed in horror, flew into the air, and then suddenly accelerated, as if it wanted to crash into the ice mountain.

"Damn, this animal has such a temper!"

The ghost-faced old man's face changed, and he was about to take action to capture it.

Buzz~

Suddenly, the air in the long sky rippled.

A slender and crystal-clear palm, like the most perfect creation in the world, protruded and pinched the golden-feathered eagle that broke through the sound barrier and escaped.

The two raised their eyes to look.

They saw a looming face floating in the sky, which was full of howling winds.

The face was indifferent and sacred, like a god and a demon, making people dare not look directly at it.

As soon as it appeared, the cold wind above this ten-thousand-foot-high sky seemed to stop.

"Sect Master!"

The old man and the strong man were shocked and knelt in the snow.

The owner of this face is Pang Wanyang, the master of the Six Hells Demonic Sect, who has been known as the closest person to heaven for decades.

The supreme existence of the Six Hells Demonic Sect.

"Wang Quan Daoren..."

A clear sound like gold and jade colliding flowed down:

"Yang She, take a trip to Da Feng and send a letter for this deity..."

"Yes!"

Yang She slowly got up and took the letter that fell from the sky, which seemed to be condensed from ice and snow, but also seemed to be made of white jade.

There are no words on it.

Before the words were finished, Yang She's figure had disappeared into the wind and snow.

He directly crossed the hundreds of feet of the mountain peak and jumped into the ten-thousand-foot-high sky.

Like a shooting star, it fell towards the vast earth and the boundless icy ocean.