Chapter 796 – Visiting the Witch God Cult

In the next second, he dismissed the insignificant emotions and the information Wei Yuan had given him flashed through his mind.

The birth mother was called Ji Baiqing, the sibling of the Subterranean Dragon City Lord, dual cultivation in martial arts and Taoism, respectively, eighth grade practicing qi and seventh grade eating qi, twenty-one years ago, after returning to the Subterranean Dragon City from the capital, she had been secluded and had not moved an inch from the place where she was residing.

He took a deep breath, crossed the courtyard, and gently snapped on the closed door of his room.

There was silence in the room for a moment, and a gentle female voice of suppressed excitement, mixed with a few moments of nervousness, came from the room:

“Come in, come in ……..”

No one had ever visited here in all these days, so she guessed who was coming.

Xu Qi’an pushed the door and entered, the first thing he saw was a wall with ink paintings hanging on it, and on either side of the scroll stood tall stands with two pots of evergreen potted plants on them.

To the left is a four-stacked screen with the tub behind it.

To the right hangs down a beaded curtain, behind the curtain there is a round table, there is a bed, the woman in a plain dress is sitting at the round table, sandalwood incense curls up and floats.

She had a round face, with a pleasant goose-egg face, a very delicate brow, but congealed with a faint sadness, plump lips, and her hair pulled up in a high bun.

She is not young and her beauty has not diminished, so it is clear that she was a rare quality beauty in her youth.

If I inherited her looks, I wouldn t need to take off the pill to improve my genes ……….. As Xu Qi An scrutinized her through the beaded curtain, the woman behind the curtain was also looking at him, her eyes brimming with tears that seemed to be flickering, and she softly said:

“Ning Banquet?”

This Ning Banquet, actually called incomparably natural and rounded, as if it had been practiced countless times in private.

………. Xu Qi’an brewed for a while, but the word “mother” still couldn’t be uttered, so she let out an expressionless “hmm”.

Ji Baiqing was a little disappointed, and then said with a secret hope:

“Come to the table and talk.”

“Good!” Xu Qi’an lifted the curtain and sat down at the table.

The woman kept looking at him during this process, her gaze going from her face to her chest, from her breasts to her legs, up and down, as if she were trying to make up for all the missed gazes of the past twenty-one years, all at once.

Unfortunately, even if she looked as hard and as carefully as she could, she could never make up the missing twenty-one years.

It was inevitable that the atmosphere would be a bit stiff as the two people who were supposed to be the closest, but were also the strangers, sat together.

Mother and son sat for a few moments before Ji Baiqing sighed and broke the silence:

“When I gave birth to you, you were still in your swaddling clothes, and in twenty-one years, you are this big.”

There was both joy and regret in her eyes; in an age that valued first-born children, normal parents placed a level of affection on their first child that later children could not match.

Xu Qi’an thought for a moment and said:

“Why did you return to Subterranean City back then if you fled to the capital?”

Ji Baiqing’s eyes dimmed and she whispered:

“Xu Pingfeng stole half of the Da Fung’s national fortune, and the Supervisor only needs to kill you to return the national fortune to the Da Fung. I was afraid that the Supervisor would find out my identity, so I didn’t dare to stay longer.

“Furthermore, I destroyed Xu Pingfeng and the family’s grand plan, they always need an object to vent their anger, if I don’t go back, it’s likely that I’ll force them to take desperate measures, and at that time, not only will you be in danger, but you might also involve the second brother and younger siblings.”

Perhaps the Supervisor has long been watching you from the gossip table. ………. Xu Qi’an nodded and let out a “hmm”.

Ji Baiqing looked at him and mumbled for a long time, her hands silently clenched into fists as she whispered:

“Do you, do you hate me?”

Xu Qi’an thought about it and shook his head:

“I loathe Subterranean City and Xu Pingfeng, but I don’t hate you.”

Just such a sentence made Ji Baiqing burst into tears, she cried but smiled, as if she had ended a wish and untied a knot that had been in her heart for long years.

“For twenty-one years, I’ve missed you every minute of every day, yet I’m afraid to see you, afraid you’ll hate me.”

Xu Qi’an said in a deep voice:

“If I hated you, I wouldn’t have left Xu Yuanfang and Xu Yuanhuai alive when they were in Yongzhou.”

“I know, I know ………,” she said with a tear-filled face.

After a few minutes, she collected her emotions, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and said:

“Now that this lineage of Subterranean Dragon City is withering in death and injuries, and the Yunzhou Army is falling apart, it will be difficult for Xu Pingfeng and my elder brother to rise to power again, and they finally won’t be able to threaten your well-being. However, he is ultimately a Second Grade Warlock, and having been pushed to the brink of extinction by you, you must not fail to take precautions.”

To be honest, she was reluctant to mention such things that were against human decency.

But between her husband and her son, she did not hesitate to choose the latter, the former belonged to the marriage, and for so many years, she had long been disappointed in Xu Pingfeng, and even hated him to the bone.

Xu Qi’an, on the other hand, was born in her womb in October, and was her firstborn son, so it was self-evident as to which was more important.

Therefore, deeply afraid of Xu Pingfeng’s secret retaliation, he had to speak out to remind him.

Xu Qi’an faintly said:

“He’s dead, and so is the Subterranean City Lord, I killed him with my own hands.”

Ji Baiqing was filled with stagnation, staring at him in a daze, and after a few seconds, her voice trembled as she said:

“Really?”

Xu Qi’an let out an expressionless “hmm”, then saw her face change from stagnant to complex, it was hard to describe exactly what emotions she was feeling.

After a long time, she asked in a low voice:

“Where are Yuanfeng and Yuanhuai?”

“Locked up in the Divine Constabulary!” Xu Qi’an said.

There was silence again after that, and Ji Baiqing sat frozen.

Xu Qi’an rose smoothly and said:

“I’ll take you back to the house tomorrow, and stay in the capital from now on, Auntie hasn’t seen you in twenty years.”

He felt the need to give the birth mother a little space to be alone, a time to say goodbye to the past and remember it.

Staying in the capital ……… Ji Baiqing s eyes that lacked color finally flashed a flash of bright light.

Xu Qi’an left the small courtyard and went straight to the night watchman’s dungeon, and in the dark and humid interrogation room, he saw Nangong Qianlou, who was full of gloom and couldn’t get enough of it.

By the charcoal fire pit, a bloody human form lay.

The magistracies throughout the capital were filled with generals of the Yunzhou army, and not all who surrendered could be forgiven; in fact, even ordinary soldiers had to be stabbed and matched.

“Keep an eye on my birth mother, don’t let her do anything stupid, and I’ll come and get her tomorrow.”

Xu Qi’an looked at the beauty who had been away for half a year.

To be honest, he had really forgotten about Nangong Qianlou, and the most difficult part of the art of shielding heavenly chances was that it had to do with karma, and had little to do with grade instead.

For example, if Sun Xuanji shielded a wayfarer, then even if Xu Qi’an was a Martial God, he wouldn’t remember the wayfarer.

Because he has nothing to do with the Roadrunner, no cause and effect.

Xu Qi’an and Nangong Qianlou were unusual fellow employees, and the cause and effect was too shallow; instead, it was an old employee like Song Tingfeng who would feel slightly cut off when he saw the torture devices invented by Nangong Qianlou in the dungeon.

“What’s it to me, she loves to die.”

Nangong Qianlou snorted.

Unlike the others, he had experienced Xu Qi’an’s rise to power and a series of glorious deeds, and his mindset shifted in a natural way.

Nangong Qianrou was unable to feel a sense of reverential awe towards this little silver gong for a short period of time.

Xu Qi’an said as he thought about when Nangong Qianlou had often sneered at him and posed on the basis of her fourth rank cultivation:

“If anything happens to her, I’ll send you to the Church Department to receive guests, and Lord Wei won’t be able to save you.”

Nangong Qianlou’s face changed and she snorted coldly.

Xu Qi’an walked out of the dungeon, turned to the Spring Wind Hall to sit for half a quarter of an hour, drank a cup of tea with Li Yuchun, and then looked for Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, with whom he agreed to listen to a song at the Hooker tomorrow.

……….

In the azure sky, an auspicious cloud seemed to float slowly but swiftly, and in a short while, it finally rushed back to Jing Mountain City.

Nalan Tianlu sighed as he gazed at the desolate Jing Mountain in the distance:

“Jing Mountain in the nine states of the cave heavenly blessings ranked eighth, bell spirit, the earth contains the spirit. Back then, before the expedition to the Shanhai Pass, this mountain is lush and green, birds and beasts, a hundred years of jade ginseng have everything.

“I didn’t expect to return to my homeland and become like this.”

The spiritual power of Jing Shan, which had been pumped clean by the great sorcerer Saren Agu in the beginning, had originally been added to Jeanne d’Arc’s body to help him decapitate Wei Yuan.

Who would have thought that Wei Yuan summoned the Confucian Sage and cracked the killing move.

In the distance seabirds soar, gliding against the surface, swooping at times to catch prey in the sea.

Dongfang Wanrong looked at the sparkling sea and was surprised:

“There’s actually life in the sea?”

Her most recent visit to Jing Shan City was when she was ordered to go to the Western Region to welcome back Rainmaker Nalan Tianlu.

Dongfang Wanrong clearly remembers that there was a dead silence near the sea, no fish or shrimp in the sea, and no flying birds in the sky.

Nalan Tianlu sniffed and looked at the sea.

Soon, he descended into the auspicious clouds and landed on the edge of a cliff near the sea with his disciple.

Dressed in a plain linen robe, with a white beard covering half of his face, Saren Agu, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled and said:

“Jing Shan City is considered to have an owner.”

Nalan Tianlu was originally the city lord of Jingshan City.

“Meet the Grand Wizard!”

Nalan Tianlu made a salute before getting straight to the point:

“Has the Witch God calculated the exact time of the great calamity? And the details?”

Saren Agu shook his head slightly, looking towards the high altar in the distance, and on it, the young man with the crown of thorns on his head:

“The day the Sorcerer God breaks through the seal, everything will naturally be known.”

Nalan Tianlu then didn’t ask any more questions and lamented:

“Xu Qi’an has actually been promoted to a first-ranked martial artist… Since Wu Zong, there hasn’t been a first-ranked martial artist in the Central Plains for five hundred years.”

Dongfang Wanrong, who was restrained and respectful at the side, heard the words and couldn’t help but be in a trance.

She had first known Xu Qi’an when her sister, Dongfang Wanqing, had clashed with him on her way to Leizhou.

At that time, Xu Qi’an was burdened with a seal and couldn’t even defeat Wanqing.

In four months’ time, he had actually become a first-class martial artist.

Dongfang Wanrong had a feeling of having witnessed history, and her heart was flooded with vicissitudes and sighs for no reason.

Salem Agudo:

“I see it correctly, the probability is that Xu Qi’an is a man born in response to fate, just like the Confucian Sage. I’ve lived for thousands of years, and I’ve never been able to read the Central Plains. There are a total of three contemporary people who were born in response to fate.”

Nalan Tianlu said:

“Which three?”

“Wei Yuan, Xu Pingfeng and Xu Qi’an.” Saren Agu said, “Of the three, only Xu Qi’an has made it this far. If he had been promoted to first grade martial artist half a year earlier, in the battle of Jingshan City, the Witch God Sect would most likely have been removed from the Nine Regions.”

Nalan Tianlu did not retort.

Dongfang Wanrong was taken aback and said boldly:

“Grand Sorcerer, is the First Grade Martial Artist really that strong?”

She found it unbelievable that the Witch God Sect lost the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year, and was not as fiery and expert as the Buddhist Sect in the Western Region.

But the Witch God Cult wasn’t weak, there were two Third Grade Spiritual Wisdom Masters and a Great Wizard of the same First Grade.

At that moment, she saw the teacher beside her, Nalan Tianlu, and suddenly her face changed as she turned her head to look high into the sky.

Dongfang Wanrong looked along with his gaze and saw a silhouette stepping through the void as if it was walking on stone steps.

The green robe embroidered with cloud patterns fluttered in the wind, the jade crown bound his hair, his feet stepped on the cloud boots, and his appearance was handsome, both like a noble gentleman and an exiled immortal.

Xu Qi an ……… Dongfang Wanrong s pupils shrunk.

I was just talking about this man, and he even showed up.

Saren Agu narrowed his eyes and trailed off:

“What are you doing here.”

His tone was calm and his voice wasn’t high, but Xu Qi’an, who stood in the distant sky, seemed to be able to hear it clearly and responded with a smile:

“I heard that a First Grade Martial Artist can push the major powers across, so I came over to practice.”

He, he wants to destroy Jing Shan City? Dongfang Wanrong’s face turned pale as she subconsciously leaned towards Nalan Tianlu, only to find that her teacher’s face was incomparably grave, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Xu Qi’an took a step forward.

Buzz!

He slammed headlong into the wall of qi, and all the hundred miles around Jing Shan City resisted him, refusing to allow him to enter.

Saren Agu pressed one hand to his waist and jerked it out.

Snap!

The black shadow swept across the sky and viciously lashed at Xu Qi’an’s body, cracking his green robe and revealing his flawless white flesh.

“Tch, that hurt a little.”

Xu Qi’an laughed, “You might as well go on and see if this God Striking Whip can whip out my Yuan Shen.”

The first-grade martial artist’s essence, qi, and spirit had long since lost his shortcomings, and the sorcerers and Taoist sects that specialized in the realm of the Yuan Shen would never be able to strike out his Yuan Shen.

He braced one hand on the invisible barrier, and his arm muscles swelled violently, bursting through his sleeve.

Boom! The qi gushed out, destroying the “potential” condensed by heaven and earth, and the space was like a mirror, shattered by Wu Fu’s violence.

The gale set off by the qi machine blew across Jing Mountain, blowing Dongfang Wanrong straight away, and the entire mountain trembled violently, cracking and rolling with debris.

Snap!

Suddenly, the robe on Saren Agu’s chest cracked and whip marks appeared, and his pupils froze slightly, as if he had lost consciousness for a moment.

The genesis shook.

Xu Qi’an swooped down, like a meteorite crashing into Jing Shan City.

In the process, the chest was violently dented with an exaggerated injury, but recovered in an instant.

It was Saren Agu who had unleashed a spell killing spell on him.

As a senior First Grade Grand Sorcerer, there was no problem with injuring a martial artist of the same realm, except that with the martial artist’s terrifying range, this injury was again equal to no injury at all.

Saren Agu poked out his right arm and blocked in front of his body, this instant, it was as if he had fused into one as the Jing Mountain under his feet, becoming invulnerable and impregnable.

This is one of the two main abilities of the Grand Sorcerer:

One, by the power of heaven and earth.

It draws power from heaven and earth and turns it to its own use, and it can unlock different states according to the heaven and earth visions.

Borrowing volcanic eruptions to run like fire, borrowing thunderstorms as fast as the wind and thunder, borrowing the mountains do not understand like the mountains.

Boom!

Xu Qi’an didn’t stagnate, slamming into Jing Mountain so hard that it collapsed half of this main peak, the mountain sliding and falling with earth and rock.

In the city of Jing Mountain, a silhouette rose up in the air, and a sorcerer frantically fled out of the city, avoiding it from afar.

They looked at the collapsed Jing Mountain in horror.

Saren Agu remained where he stood, not moving a bit, only the mountain under his original feet collapsed and he became floating in the air.

With the help of the mountain defense, the moment he failed to defend Xu Qi’an, he used the second ability of the Great Sorcerer, assimilating with the “heaven and earth”, leaving a projection in the same place.

This is the world’s first-class means of preserving life.

The disadvantage is the use of a limited number of times, it is not possible to cast endlessly, each time the interval between casting is three breaths, and at most fifteen breaths of the world, the real body will return to the projection, at this time, it is easy to be the martial arts to keep a watchful eye on the rabbit.

The great sorcerer can t even get half a point in front of him …… Dongfang Wanrong Royal Wind hid in the distance, saw this scene, and his heart was austere.

Rumble!

The altar shook up, and a majestic black gas rushed out from the stone statue wearing a crown of thorns on its head, condensing with the high sky to form a blurry human face, looking down indifferently at Xu Qi’an.

Witches in the distance worshiped in the air, shouting “Please, wizard, kill the enemy.”

Click …….. Xu Qi An twisted his neck and his bones made a sound as he looked up at the Sorcerer God in the sky and grinned:

“Come and try to kill me.”

The Witch God just looked down indifferently.

Saren Agu sighed:

“Say, what’s the point of coming.”

“Come to collect some interest and pry some information along the way.” Xu Qi’an did not strike again and stood amidst the chaos, “What is the great calamity? What does your Witch God Cult know about the Gatekeeper.”

Sarun Agu pointed to the human face in the sky and laughed:

“If it’s those two questions, then ask Him yourself. If you are trying to get some information, then I do have one here to trade.”

Xu Qi’an was noncommittal.

Saren Agu said:

“In ancient times, there was a God-Devil called “Great Desolation” who was of the same level as the Compassionate God and survived the great upheaval, but his spirit was damaged, so he disguised himself as a descendant of a God-Devil and hid overseas.”

“The White Emperor is the Great Wasteland?” Xu Qi’an raised an eyebrow.

It turns out that the “Great Desolate” is not a descendant of a god or devil, but a real god or devil, once at the same level as the Compassionate God? No wonder his body is so terrifying, far better than the first grade ………… No wonder He is so concerned about the Gatekeeper and the so-called Great Calamity, because He was a participant in the Great Upheaval back then. ………. Xu Qi’an figured out a lot of things in an instant.

“This information is not valuable enough.”

Xu Qi’an moved his muscles and said:

“Go on!”

The crown of thorns that was on the head of the statue of the Witch God suddenly flew up and turned into a ray of dark light that landed on top of Saren Agu’s head.

All of a sudden, the great sorcerer who held the God-beating whip and wore the crown of thorns on his head seemed to have become the master of this world.

He chuckled:

“Can!

“It’s been many years since I’ve smoked a first-class martial artist, so I’ll let you have a taste of what it was like when Emperor Gaozu was smoked all over the Northeast by me back in the day.”

Xu Qi’an smilingly touched out a Confucian crown and put it on, a Zhen Guo sword in his left hand, and a Taiping sword in his right hand.

Laughingly:

“Whoever runs is a grandson!”

……….

Day two.

In the early morning mist, Xu Qi’an and Song Tingfeng Zhu Guangxiao, refreshed, left the hook fence, Xu Qi’an mounted the beautiful lines of the mare, together with the two men toward the night watchman Yamen.

Last night was resting in the hookah, listening to music and drinking and watching theater, a rare leisure time.

He doesn’t touch ordinary women anymore for fear of manipulating the beauty.

Zhu Guangxiao paid the bill.

Sung Tingfeng complained:

“The court hasn’t paid salaries for two months, Ning Banquet, if this keeps up, you’ll have to treat us next time.”

Xu Qi’an said expressionlessly:

“Oh, no more hookers then.”

“………” Song Tingfeng cursed:

“A first-rate martial artist, and still this stingy.”

If you go to the hook bar if you spend money, the fun is gone ah ………. Xu Qi’an ignored him, his mind recalling yesterday’s battle with Saren Agu.

“Alas, it’s really hard to distinguish between victory and defeat between first grades, let alone life and death. It’s a good thing he was the grandson yesterday, not me.” He muttered in his heart and wiped his face with his hand, replacing Xu Erlang’s face.

He’s certainly not in a position or position to hook up anymore.

Next time, I plan to go to the Hook with Uncle Junior’s face on.

When he entered the office of the night watchman, he went straight to the small courtyard and saw his birth mother.

Ji Baiqing smiled warmly when she saw him come as promised:

“I haven’t seen Ru for twenty years, I wonder if she still recognizes me as her sister-in-law.”

The faint sadness on her brow had dissipated, as if she had said goodbye to the past and regained her life.

………

PS: This chapter is 5200 and makes up for a shorter one.