Chapter 492: Reversal

Chapter 492: Reversal

The image in front of Xu Qi’an’s eyes changed, from blurry to clear in less than a second.

Then he found himself at the mouth of some valley, secluded, with faded flowers and bare trees, depressed and quiet.

Xu Qi’an closed his eyes and sensed the temperature and humidity of the air, and was slightly relieved that it was not too different from the capital’s climate, which meant that the Primordial Supervisor had not taken him out of the Dafeng, or to the border.

For the vast majority of high-grade cultivators other than martial artists, tens of miles and hundreds of miles belonged to a single step.

The white-robed warlock raised his hand, middle finger against his thumb, and flicked out a bead of blood, “Buzz”, the bead of blood hit an invisible wall of air, and the air shook and rippled.

“This is a secret place that I spent a lot of energy to create back then, only I, or my bloodline can enter, even the Supervisor Zheng can’t enter. Forcing your way in will only cause this place to crumble.”

The white-robed warlock carried Xu Qi’an and crossed the boundary.

Xu Qi’an penetrated the thin, transparent air boundary, and the scenery in front of him completely changed, the valley was still a valley, but there was no more grass and trees, only a huge stone disk engraved with all kinds of incantations.

The stone disk was ten feet in diameter, covering almost every inch of the valley.

As soon as she saw the stone disk, Xu Qi’an once again surged with a familiar, dizzying feeling, like a pregnant woman who couldn’t bear to vomit.

“This formation, I’ve been carving it off and on for more than thirty years, a total of one hundred and eight formations have been synthesized into one, offense and defense are unparalleled, except for a first-rate supervisor, it’s very difficult for anyone to break through here.”

The white-clad warlock narrated in a gentle tone.

Why would his secret place be not far from the capital . Xu Qi’an frowned, flashing over this doubt.

Xu Qi’an didn’t think much about it as his attention was drawn to a sitting dry body in the formation.

The clothes worn by the dryads were rather odd, sewn from fabric and animal skins, with a brightly colored stone hanging from their waists, and layered sweatband hats on their heads.

South of the border?

This is a typical style of southern border clothing.

“He, he’s the former leader of the Heavenly Compass Ministry?!” Xu Qi’an’s heart fluttered as he voiced the speculation in his heart.

“That’s right, he’s the Heavenly Compass Elder who stole the Great Feng’s qi together with me.”

The white-robed warlock answered questions and questions in a cloudy manner, as if he had everything under control.

“How did he die here?”

Xu Qi’an stared at the mosaiced face of the Primary Supervisor, his face full of questions, as if to say: you guys engaged in infighting?

“He already had a short lifespan, and when he plotted with me for the Great Feng’s fortunes, he suffered a backlash, and not long after the Battle of Shanhaiguan was over, he was silenced.”

The Primordial Supervisor lamented, “Stealing the national fortune is subject to repercussions, including extracting your fortune now, and I will likewise be subject to repercussions. This is a price that must be borne.”

Lina had said that Elder Celestial Compassion’s purpose in seeking the Great Feng’s qi was to restore the sculpture of the Confucian Sage and reseal the Sorcerer God . Xu Qi’an mused:

“He would willingly give you the boot?”

It was impossible for a strong person who could plot the Great Feng Qi to be unaware of his own longevity and physical condition, so how could he do something like this to give people a handout.

The white-clothed warlock stood shoulder to shoulder with Xu Qi’an, looking at the dried corpse in the center of the formation, and said:

“There is a price to pay for this gift, and the price is to seal the Compassion God, this is my karma with him, you don’t have to care.”

Xu Qi’an was silent for a moment and whispered, “Do I have to die?”

The white warlock was silent.

Xu Qi’an twisted her head and looked at him with a sincere expression, “I don’t care about this qi, this was originally yours, I can return it to you.”

The white-robed warlock said slowly:

“When you step into the Second Grade and become a Harmonized Martial Artist, you’ll be able to bear the consequences of siphoning off your qi. But I can’t wait that long.

“Wei Yuan is dead, Zhen De is dead, the dragon vein is scattered, these are all rolling momentums, Qi Practitioners need to go with the flow, if you don’t seize this opportunity, by the time you are promoted to the second rank, the time will have passed.

“To achieve great things, you must seize the moment, you should understand.”

After a pause, he sighed, “Moreover, when you become a Harmonious Martial Artist, I may not be able to subdue you again.”

A hint of sadness flashed in Xu Qi’an’s eyes, and he instantly collected his emotions and asked:

“How did you hide the chi from the Supervisor and place it on me?”

This question, plagued him for a long time, to know that the supervisor is a first-grade magician, no one knows more about chi than him, how did the first generation manage to keep quiet and let the chi sleep on him for twenty years.

The white-clothed warlock looked at the dried corpse and said indifferently, “This is not my ability, it is the means of Elder Sky Compass. It was the same method that concealed the Supervisor Zheng and managed to steal the Qi Luck in the first place.”

What method . Xu Qi’an waited for a moment, but didn’t wait for an explanation from the white-clothed warlock.

“To unring the bell, extracting your qi requires his help, as well as this great formation.”

The white-robed warlock carried Xu Qi’an, seemingly gently but secretly placing him somewhere that happened to be directly in front of the dried corpse.

He extracted the qi and needed the help of this formation, and started planning thirty years ago ah . Xu Qi An inwardly sighed, Old Silver Coin does things, ambrosial veins for thousands of miles .

He didn’t resist, nor was he able to, and after standing obediently, he asked:

“I’m kinda wondering if shielding the sky will erase my name.”

The white-clad warlock paused for a moment and said, “Why do you ask?”

Xu Qi’an smiled without much expression:

“Just personal curiosity. How far can you go to shield someone? Erase him completely from the world? How would the world react to shielding someone who is known to the world? Like the Emperor, like me.

“Has the world completely forgotten, or has it misremembered? What would happen if someone who was shielded from the heavens reappeared in the limelight?

“What would be the difference between the next of kin of a shielded person and the next of kin?”

The white warlock looked at him for a long time without speaking.

Xu Qi’an’s gaze calmly met his, “If, writing things down on paper ahead of time, if, someone close to the family sees something that doesn’t match their memories, what should happen?”

On the outskirts of the capital, on the official road.

Xu Pingzhi steered his horse, rushing in the direction of Yunlu Academy, while the great scholar Zhang Shen took a step of three feet, leisurely paralleling his horse.

A figure appeared in front of him with clear qi, wearing a Confucian crown and an aged Confucian shirt, unrestrained.

“Dean?”

Zhang Shen froze for a moment, in a rather surprised tone, and said, “Why are you here.”

Dean Zhao Shou ignored him and took out three slips of paper from his arms, he unfolded one of them and it read:

“If you forget to save (blank) tomorrow, please give the second note to Hsu Ping Chi.”

There’s a blank space in the middle. Save who? The paper doesn’t say, or, once it did, but it was erased.

“What does that mean?”

Zhang Shen looked at the contents of the note and saw that Zhao Shou’s face was unprecedentedly serious, which made him realize that the dean seemed to be in some kind of trouble.

Xu Pingzhi sitting on the back of the horse frowned, he also saw the note displayed by Zhao Shou, although Xu Ershu had never read a book, but with a public position and having eaten royal rice for so many years, he would always be in contact with books and words on weekdays, and it was impossible for him to not be able to read or write at all.

Most of the words on the note he recognized, and only two or three he couldn’t read.

“I had just been in a great battle, but couldn’t recall who I had fought, much less the cause of the fight. Until I found these three notes on my body.”

Zhao Shou said, unfolding the second note, on which was written in vermillion: “Second Uncle save me!!!”

The crimson, eye-catching four words were reflected in Xu Pingzhi’s pupils, causing his pupils to contract abruptly as if they had encountered a bright light.

It made the muscles in his cheeks twitch slightly and made beads of sweat break out on his forehead.

Xu Pingzhi clutched his head and hissed in pain, his forehead veins bulging out one by one as he fell off the horse, holding his head with both hands, rolling on the ground in pain and roaring in pain.

Zhao Shou said in a deep voice, “Everything will pass!”

Words out of the law follow.

Uncle Xu’s headache had indeed gotten much better, he was panting heavily, his face no longer grim from the pain, and his entire body was sweating like he had just been fished out of the water.

Xu Pingzhi slowly got up, his mouth trembling, and his rough face had been covered in tears at some point.

“It seems as if you remembered something.”

Zhao Shou’s voice was gentle, then he unfolded the third note, which read, “Go to Jianzhou’s Inuyong Mountain, look for the old ancestor of the Martial Arts Alliance, and you’ll know when you get there.”

Injun Mountain, inside the stone gate.

One writhing lump of flesh, swimming around a slip of paper with a line written on it:

“It’s important to wait for Zhao Shou, the dean of the Cloud Deer Academy, to come and go with him to rescue the people.

“It’s important to wait for Zhao Shou, the dean of the Cloud Deer Academy, to come and go with him to rescue the people.

“It’s important to wait for Zhao Shou, the dean of the Cloud Deer Academy, to come and go with him to rescue the people!

“Say the important thing three times.”

A pale voice echoed from the dimly lit grotto:

“Why is there a note here, I seem to have forgotten something. I have been closed to death for many years, so I can’t come out easily. It will consume what little life I have left.

“Wait.”

One of the chunks of flesh squirmed and rolled out a letter in the corner that read:

“Senior, in the near future, my junior will encounter a great calamity, and I hope that you will come to my aid. The reward is that I promise to send you a nine-colored lotus root within half a year to help you step into the Second Grade Harmonious Dao.”

In the grotto, once again, the pale voice echoed, “Whose letter, whose letter?”

The voice was a little agitated.

“I don’t remember, but the fact that this letter is in my collection is enough to say that I seem to have forgotten something, and by the way, Zhao Shou, wait for Zhao Shou.”

The old voice murmured.

The white warlock laughed:

“Very interesting, it amazes me a bit that you can think about these issues. But it doesn’t matter, it only takes half a quarter of an hour to draw out the qi in your body. Even if, at this moment, the Supervisor is repelling Saren Agu and rushing to this place, he would not be able to disintegrate the formation that I have spent more than thirty years carving in half a quarter of an hour.

“Moreover, there are means left behind here by the Heavenly Compass Elder’s, possessing the characteristic of not being known.”

The characteristic of not being known. This is the reason why the Qi Luck has been hidden in my body for twenty years without being detected? Xu Qi’an drifted off as he sighed and said:

“It’s really dripping.”

The white-robed magician did not speak again, gently stepped on his foot, a flash of clear light from the bottom of his foot, instantly “lit” the entire array, clear light like water waves spread, lighting up the incantation.

At this moment, Xu Qi’an felt a great sense of crisis, and every hair and nerve was sending a “danger” signal.

This was the early warning of a crisis from a God Refining Realm martial artist giving feedback.

But no corresponding image arose in his mind; the crisis was so metaphysical that it seemed impossible to capture an image of it.

In the dark, he felt something inside him moving away, a little upward, to come out of his head.

The formation is draining my qi. Xu Qi’an was blessed with a spiritual realization.

At that moment, the extraction of qi stopped, as if it had encountered a barrier that was difficult to cross.

Right at this moment, in the center of the formation, the dry body slowly opened its eyes.

The eyes, which had only whites and no orbs, seemed to hold a terrible whirlwind.

Click!

It was as if Xu Qi’an had heard the sound of shackles ripping off, some shackle that had locked the qi to him snapped, and there was no longer anything to stop the stripping of the qi.

The white-robed warlock finally smiled at the sight.

Twenty years of planning, and now it has finally come full circle, a great success.

But in the next moment, his face, which had just spread into a smile, froze.

The qi that was so vast as to be boundless and unseen by ordinary people suddenly solidified when it was about to detach from Xu Qi’an, and then slowly sank down and crashed back into his body.

“There are others in you that do not belong to the Great Bong’s chi!”

The white-robed warlock said, his tone couldn’t be heard as happy or angry, but it turned low.

“Looks like I made the right bet.”

Xu Qi’an was cold and sweaty, with a feeling of exhaustion that was both physically and mentally draining, and he was clearly not physically exerting himself, but he was panting heavily, laughing as he did so:

“I am now certain of two things, firstly, the chi fortune that you hid within me was refined by you through the means of a Qi Practitioner. The other portion of qi luck within me, which you did not refine, does not belong to you.

“Secondly, you and the Supervisor are not the same, the Supervisor’s calculations are based on the means of his “Heaven’s Destiny” qualification. You, who are only a second grade Qi Practitioner, are still in the realm of human beings, and you don’t know everything. For example, you don’t know that I once had a strange encounter and received a piece of Qi Luck of unknown origin. It looks like the two pieces of qi luck seem to have fused, so you can’t fetch the piece of qi luck that belongs to you.”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”

His smile grew buoyant, with the relief of having been robbed and the aftermath of having gone through the ghost gate!

The white-robed warlock didn’t retort, as if by default, and smiled:

“It’s just taking more time, it’s not difficult for a Qi Practitioner to refine an extra portion of Qi Luck. On the contrary, I would like to thank you for the gift of a bountiful amount of qi luck.”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”

Xu Qi’an was still there, laughing like a psychopath.

Laughing with tears in my eyes.

The white-robed warlock frowned, his tone rare and somewhat unpleasant, “What are you laughing at?”

Xu Qi’an wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the white-robed warlock with some sadness and some pain as he squeezed out a paragraph through his teeth:

“Should I address you as a Supervising Zheng Grand Disciple, or as the Xu Clan’s Manquist, Lord Xu. Or, call you father?”

PS: The next chapter is Xu Baihua show operation, look at my book have to be a little patient, solve the case after writing habit, writing techniques are a little difficult to change. The first thing to do is to give the result, and then look for clues. So a lot of content inside the book, are first directly written out, and then the ambush buried long ago thrown out.

Because the ambush is buried more obscure, many readers can not remember, so it will feel unreasonable. This situation also occurred when Jeanne d’Arc “rebelled”, some readers also complained. Later, I was deeply impressed by my ambush

The downside of shielding the skype will be written in the next chapter, so don’t rush.