Chapter 1 How to Make Him Submit

“Hahaha!”

Yang She raised his palm, a ghastly long saber in his hand, his zhenqi surging and shaking the void.

In an instant, a gust of wind seemed to rise atop the mountain peak.

A powerful aura instantly filled the void, turbulently disrupting the endless currents of air, causing the vast mountain peak to be swept by wind and clouds.

Amidst the soaring flames, Yang She pointed towards An Qisheng at the edge of his vision:

“I’d like to see how you’ll make me accept my death!”

But as soon as he spoke, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

He felt the Daoist, who was sitting upright, expand infinitely, as if he was about to fill the heavens and the earth, comparable to the sun and the moon.

The strange black and white intertwined pattern behind him seemed to be constantly flowing, like the rising and setting of the sun and moon, the continuous alternation of day and night.

In an instant, everything in his sight was squeezed out, as if the Daoist and the strange pattern had become the only things in his world.

He was at his feet, as small as an ant, a speck of dust.

Even far inferior to that!

“This old Daoist’s spirit is so powerful?”

Yang She was shocked.

He naturally knew that this wasn’t real, but that the old Daoist was proficient in strange martial arts similar to the Zhuan Lun Fa (Reincarnation Method) and the White Lotus Sutra.

But the old Daoist’s spirit was too powerful, unexpectedly causing him to fall into the trap without realizing it?

I was so careful, how could I be tricked?

How could it be!

“Yang She!”

An Qisheng sat motionless, overlooking him indifferently like a Buddha sitting on a lotus platform in a temple, and spoke lightly:

“Take a look, where are you?”

The sound waves were vast, like rolling thunder, and surging like clouds hanging from the sky.

Yang She only felt the ground shaking and the world in front of him turning black, as the world in his eyes peeled away.

Looking again, he only felt the heavens and the earth spinning. He was no longer on the Wangquan Mountain Peak, but clearly on a boundless snowfield.

And the shaking of the earth was actually the cavalry roaring like a tide in the distance.

He looked around, but where was there even a trace of the Daoist’s figure?

“That’s… Ji Chonghua’s Crimson Flood Dragon Army?”

Yang She first held his long saber horizontally, and then became furious:

“It’s just an illusion, what can it do to me?”

Boom!

Rumble!

Ten thousand horses galloped on the snowfield, and the accumulated snow rolled and beat in all directions like waves, with strong air currents and cold winds.

Fake.

It’s all fake!

A lightning-like light flashed in the depths of Yang She’s pupils, and the long saber in his palm emitted a substantial divine intent wave.

His will was firm, and his divine intent was powerful.

Even if everything in front of him was incomparably real, from the roaring cavalry to the snowflakes, everything seemed real, but his heart was clear.

But the strangeness of mental martial arts lies in the fact that even if you know you are awake, it is difficult to escape all this.

Even, once your will is immersed, all the injuries you suffer will be reflected on your body!

People can really die!

The rushing Crimson Flood Dragon Army was getting closer and closer, so close that he could see the rolling snow on the ground, the splashing snow water, and the overwhelming arrows that pulled out millions of wailing sounds.

“Even that bitch from the White Lotus Sect couldn’t affect my will, can you?”

Yang She let out a long roar and suddenly opened his arms.

He had dealt with the monks of the Zhuan Lun Temple, and the White Lotus Demon Sect was also proficient in this demonic art. Although he had never practiced this type of martial arts, he also knew that once trapped in an illusion, one must never act rashly.

Because if you can’t help but act, it means that you believe in your heart that it is real!

Once you believe, you are bound to die!

He didn’t believe it was real, and he absolutely didn’t believe that these illusions could harm him!

Chi chi chi~~~

In the next moment, ten thousand arrows submerged everything like rain.

Then, the light of swords was like a forest, and amidst the cold light, Yang She let out a scream of surprise and uncertainty:

“How could this be?!”

The mournful sound of the saber was as thrilling as the roar of ghosts and gods. Amidst the accumulated snow, air waves, and rain-like arrows, Yang She wrapped his body in a cold saber light and crashed out of the rain of arrows.

At this time, his body was densely covered with broken arrows, looking like a hedgehog at a glance.

Accepting this sky full of qi-breaking arrows without any defense, even a divine meridian would never be able to remain unscathed.

“Fake, it’s fake!”

Yang She spat out his zhenqi, shaking off the arrows mixed with blood, and his body was covered with dense bloody holes.

Even though the pain surged like a tide in his heart, his ferocious face was full of disbelief.

“I don’t believe it!”

Yang She roared, shouting that he didn’t believe it, but he suddenly rose from the ground, crossed a hundred zhang into the sky, and was about to escape.

But in the next instant, he only heard a thunderous crash.

Above the sky, amidst the rolling gang winds like thunder, a person swooped down, head down and feet up, and under the overlapping palms, a palm print the size of an acre descended from the sky.

“Cao Tiangang’s Di Sha Tian Gang Palm?!”

Yang She’s heart jumped.

He only felt a cold light flash below him. Among the cavalry, a dazzling saber light rushed straight up, murderous and fierce, with a killing intent that would destroy everything.

At the same time, a person in the army rode a dragon horse into the sky, wielding a magnificent saber light like a crimson dragon, cutting through the wind and thunder, and enveloping himself!

“Yang Lin’s Seven Kill Saber, Ji Chonghua’s Crimson Dragon Saber?!”

Yang She’s heart beat wildly, and he couldn’t help but raise his ghastly long saber.

In an instant, he cut through the surging gang winds and met Cao Tiangang’s palm that descended from the sky.

He didn’t believe it, he absolutely didn’t believe that he would inexplicably appear on such a snowfield, but it was too real, it was too real!

It was exactly the same as the real thing, without any falsehood!

Three different divine meridian martial arts, three completely different killing intents, it was as if Yang Lin, Cao Tiangang, and Ji Chonghua had really been resurrected to kill him!

He couldn’t help but fight back.

Resurrection?

These two words flashed through his mind like a thunderbolt.

Yes, they are all dead!

How could I forget this?

It’s that old Daoist…

In an instant, Yang She was struck by lightning. The saber light he slashed out was immediately withdrawn. I can’t believe this is real.

He allowed the three of them to strike him with all their might!

“Ah!!!”

Amidst the rolling gang winds and air waves, Yang She let out a earth-shattering scream.

The Crimson Dragon Saber split him in half, the Seven Kill Saber shattered his lower body, and the Di Sha Palm completely exploded him in mid-air.

Shattered to pieces, truly shattered to pieces!

Pain!

Pain!

Indescribable pain!

Amidst the extremely real pain, Yang She let out earth-shattering screams:

“You old bastard, I’m going to kill you!”

Yang She’s heart trembled with pain, and his killing intent rolled like a tide.

This pain was too real, so real that even his mind couldn’t ignore it.

After a long time, he slowly recovered.

Looking around, he saw flames everywhere, gray smoke rising. As far as his eyes could see, the mountains were all flames, hundreds or thousands of miles away.

And above the sky, the gang wind howled, and a bright existence like a great sun descended from the sky, its fist force was fierce, and it smashed towards him like a falling star.

“Great Sun Divine Gang? Hong, Hongri? Hongri! Old thing, are you fucking crazy?! It’s me, it’s me!”

Yang She was shocked.

He subconsciously wanted to draw his saber, but suddenly woke up, ‘That old fool Hongri died long ago, this isn’t real… Damn it, I’ve already been affected!’

His eyes were red, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to raise his saber.

His scalp was numb as he faced the overwhelming Great Sun Divine Gang, and he let out another scream:

“Old bastard, I, I will definitely kill you!!!”

Boom!

Amidst the rolling of incomparable pain, Yang She woke up suddenly. He raised his eyebrows and looked around, only to see ten thousand arrows raining down from the majestic city wall. On the city tower, Cao Tiangang and Liu Yanchang were bending their bows and drawing arrows.

Those arrows were spirit-breaking arrows!

And in front of him was Ji Chonghua, covered in a sorry state, but turning around ferociously!

“I f@#$...&”

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Snowfield, mountains, Fengdu City… again and again, life and death, with pain more intense each time.

Yang She’s killing intent was squeezed, rolled, getting deeper and heavier.

But no matter how many times the pain was replayed, he still stabilized his mind and fought against this layer of illusion.

Finally, after one illusion shattered, he saw the familiar Wangquan Mountain Peak, and An Qisheng, who was sitting in front of the black and white strange pattern with an indifferent expression.

“Kill!!!”

After countless deaths and countless tortures, the killing intent, like a volcano, spewed out.

The ghastly long saber waved and swept across, instantly destroying the miles of sky, ignoring all distance. In the howling of millions of ghost-like air currents, the hell-like saber light completely submerged the high platform, the black and white diagram, and An Qisheng!

With one slash, Yang She felt extremely happy and couldn’t help but roar to the sky.

But in the next instant, the expression of joy in his eyes suddenly froze, because in the last moment when the saber light submerged everything, he saw the Daoist’s smile that was both a smile and not a smile.

He heard a calm and peaceful voice:

“When the false is taken as the true, the true becomes false, when the true is taken as the false, the false becomes true!”

Yang She’s smile froze, and his heart was incomparably cold: ‘It’s over, I’ve been tricked.’

In the next instant, the illusion shattered again.

A new illusion emerged again.

It was still a snowfield, still a shaking earth, and still the millions of Crimson Flood Dragon cavalry roaring from the horizon.

Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar scene, Yang She raised his saber and slashed straight at the sky:

“Beast, come out! Let me kill you, let me kill you!!!”

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In front of the Taiji Diagram, An Qisheng was still sitting upright, tapping the back of the chair lightly with his fingers.

A layer of invisible fluctuations rippled from his fingertips.

The increasing ‘spirit’ allowed him to grasp the Mo Tian Zhuan Lun Fa (Heavenly Wheel Method) more and more deeply, and the ability to enter dreams had a strange effect on outlining his own ‘spiritual world’.

According to the six realms of the Mo Tian Zhuan Lun Fa, he was still in the fourth realm ‘Seeing Heaven and Earth’, but in fact, his understanding of the ‘spiritual world’ was beyond what Da Mo Tian could guess.

This was hypnosis, psychology, the Mo Tian Zhuan Lun Fa, the way of utmost sincerity, the inheritance of mind study, etc., which were integrated and summarized into his own spiritual path.

His spirit at this time was already able to spread out where his aura shrouded.

In other words, his aura had ‘spirit’!

Where the aura covered.

It was his Dao arena, his blessed land, his cave heaven, or even, his god country!

His path, since embracing the dan and exchanging blood, was already different from any world in Xuanxing and Jiufu Realm.

“Ah!”

After another illusion shattered, Yang She’s body was covered in cold sweat, and he opened his eyes in a daze, seeing the familiar Wangquan Mountain Peak and the indifferent Daoist.

He raised his long saber, then lowered it, his body covered in cold sweat, and the expression on his face changed ferociously.

Was this real, or fake?

In his trance, the long saber fell, only to hear a ‘poof’ sound, and it had disappeared into the ground.

Amidst the surprised, strange, and unbelievable gazes of thousands of people in the entire square.

He knelt down with a ‘plop’ and kowtowed to the ground.

He didn’t say a word.

However,

The audience was silent!