The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 240 A Brief Talk at Night
The sun and the moon rotate, and seven days pass in a flash.

The night sky is quiet and misty. The waning moon is looming, casting a hazy moonlight, and countless stars are looming in the sky.

Under the guidance of Master Tu, Princess Yuan and Hong Yi slowly came to the front of the cave and stood still.

A distressed look appeared on Tu Lao's fox face, and his tone was full of worry: "This man has been in the valley for seven days. Seeing that he was in a strange state, I did not dare to wake him up, so as not to make enemies with him for no reason. But this man has not eaten or drunk for seven days. If something goes wrong, I am afraid it will cause trouble for Yougu."

The man in front of the desk was dressed elegantly and had an extraordinary temperament. He was obviously a scion of a wealthy family in Yujing City.

If something happened to such a noble son, his family would definitely come looking for him. With the tyranny of the aristocratic families, Yougu was afraid that a disaster would be unavoidable.

Hong Yi poked his head out to look at the young man sitting in front of the desk with his eyes closed, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

The young man had a handsome face, and although he was sitting still, he exuded an indescribable air of nobility.

The luxurious clothes seemed to be just an external embellishment. The real nobility came from his innate temperament, which made people know at a glance that he came from an extraordinary background.

His face appears exceptionally peaceful and tranquil in the hazy moonlight, and there seems to be a faint glow of Buddha nature between his brows, giving people a sense of kindness and gentleness.

Hong Yi thought to himself, who on earth is this person? This kind of temperament is definitely not ordinary, and his identity must be extraordinary.

Princess Yuan's eyes narrowed, and after confirming that she was not dazzled, her expression turned ugly. Her eyebrows were filled with fear, and she spoke word by word: "Guan! Jun! Hou! Yang An!"

Being in the palace, she naturally knew this illegitimate son who was favored by Emperor Qian. Especially during the several times they met, the other party's fiery eyes that wanted to eat her up made her extremely disgusted.

Champion Marquis Yang An, at a young age, possesses the strength of a peak martial saint, holds great power, is born with amazing luck, and possesses many treasures and resources.

He is an arrogant and conceited person, acts flamboyantly, lives a chaotic and disorderly life, is extremely ambitious, and seems to be supported by a powerful force behind him.

This person suddenly appeared in the valley, and she couldn't help but think about it.

Hong Yi was surprised. "The champion marquis who invented movable type printing? Isn't it said that he is arrogant, stubborn and domineering? The person in front of me looks very noble and has a compassionate Buddha nature. Miss Yuanfei, did you recognize the wrong person?"

He was in Yujing and was the son of a marquis. Even if he was not well-received, he was still from the upper class, so naturally what he saw and heard was incomparable to ordinary people.

I have heard a lot about the deeds of Champion Marquis Yang An from other officials' children. Although most of them are rumors, there is still a lot of information worth pondering. As the saying goes, there is no smoke without fire.

Princess Yuan shook her head slightly and said in a serious tone, "I won't make a mistake... I have met him several times and I have a very deep impression of him."

Hong Yi's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he roughly guessed the identity of the woman in red. She knew the Champion Marquis and had met him several times. She could easily take out such a valuable item as red gold, so her identity was obvious.

Yang An's eyelids trembled, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Deep in the pupils, a ray of Buddha's light flashed by, and the eyes were crystal clear like stars, shining brightly with a little starlight shining.

The seven-day sudden enlightenment not only helped him to fully comprehend the main points of the Amitabha Sutra, but also made his spirit and soul condense into substance, allowing him to enter the realm of driving away objects with the help of the Yin spirit.

Martial arts cultivate life, focusing mainly on the physical body.

"Train the flesh" as a martial artist, "train the tendons" as a martial artist apprentice, "train the skin and membrane" as a warrior, "train the bones" as a martial artist, "train the internal organs" as a congenital martial artist, "train the bone marrow" as a grandmaster, "train the blood" as a martial saint, "train the orifices" as a human immortal, and shatter the vacuum.

The cultivation of the spirit and soul focuses on the thoughts of the spirit and soul.

Calming the mind, hatching, night travel, day travel, driving away objects (yin spirits), revealing form, possession, taking over another’s body (ghosts and immortals), thunder tribulation, yang spirits (divine spirits).

If an ordinary cultivator wants to reach the level of Yin Shen Zhu Wu Shi, it will take decades of practice and cultivation. For those with outstanding talents, it will take at least ten years, which shows how difficult it is.

With the help of the system's performance space, he achieved in just seven days what would take others ten or even dozens of years.

Although nearly two million points of luck were used up in just seven days, it was all worth it.

With these seven days of sudden enlightenment, practicing the Amitabha Sutra in the future will be like reading the lines on the palm of your hand, there will be no mistakes.

As long as he persists in practicing every day, when the thunder explodes in the spring of next year, it will be the time for him to break through the barrier of life and death and become a ghost immortal.

If the accumulation is enough, one may try to survive the tribulation and become a powerful person with pure yang thoughts during the thunder tribulation.

Yang An was in a good mood. He summoned the panel and took a look:
[Daoist Sacrifice System: One-star, nine-star is the highest. ]

[Host: Yang An]

[Cultivation: Peak Martial Saint, Yin Spirit Exorcist]

[Kung Fu: Past Amitabha Sutra, Creation Heavenly Book, War God Demon Sutra...]

[Luck Points: 1.26 million points]

[The Daoist Space: Various Wonderful Methods Can Be Performed]

[Daoji Space: Daoji offers sacrifice to all spirits, returns to the origin, and condenses the origin pill]

"System, upgrade for me." Yang An felt happy and chose to recharge generously.

Yes, in his opinion, upgrading the system means recharging to increase membership level, and he understands this routine.

[Upgrading to two stars requires 100,000 points of luck, and upgrading to three stars requires 1 million points of luck. Should we consume 1.1 million points of luck to repair the system to three stars? ]

Yang An frowned slightly. If his soul had not reached the level of Yin Shen driving things and he could control his emotions very well, he would have burst into curses at this moment.

He calmed himself down and said angrily, "Don't tell me, it takes millions of luck points to upgrade you to four stars. If that's the case, even if I sell the entire Yangshen World, it won't be enough to repair you and upgrade you to nine stars. I'm afraid you were made by Ma Huateng, right?"

[Four stars, five million points of luck. Five stars, ten million points of luck. Six stars, thirty million points of luck. Seven stars, sixty million points of luck. Eight stars, one hundred million points of luck. Nine stars, Daoji Yangshen World, completely complete the system.]

“Okay, okay! That’s how you play it, huh? You really want to pack up the Yangshen World and take it away!” Yang An was furious. This crappy system was definitely created by Ma Huateng, and the cheating routine was exactly the same.

Princess Yuan looked at the changing expression of the Marquis of Guanjun, frowned her beautiful eyebrows, and said softly, "My Lord, you are really in a refined mood. You returned to Yujing and did not go to see His Majesty, but instead came to this desolate countryside... to study."

Upon hearing this, Yang An suppressed his anger, reached out to close the previous martial arts manual, and secretly pinched the gap in the page.

He stood up, with a gentle smile on his face. "You are joking, Princess Yuan. I just happened to pass by and saw the little fox in the valley reading a book at night like a human. I was curious and decided to stay."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Hong Yi, who was wearing simple scholar's clothes, and he asked curiously: "Who is this... the son of a noble family, who can travel with Princess Yuan?"

Princess Yuan stared at Marquis Guanjun and even felt a little scared for a moment.

The person in front of me behaved so naturally, just like a modest gentleman, which made people feel close to him. He was completely different from the former champion marquis...

If he was not a ghost immortal who was confident that he could see through all the illusions in the world, he would never have believed that the person in front of him was the Champion Marquis whom he hated so much.

Hong Yi had a good impression of Marquis Guanjun, so he calmly bowed and replied, "I am Hong Yi, the bastard of Marquis Wu Wen's mansion. Nice to meet Marquis Guanjun."

"The son of the Marquis's mansion... Hong Yi..." Yang An pretended to recall, and the next moment, he said in surprise: "You are the son of the Supreme Saint and the Grand Master? Why are you dressed so... plainly? Does the Grand Master know that you are like this?"

Hong Yi raised his head suddenly and asked anxiously, "Does the Marquis know my mother?"

When I was seven years old, my father was competing in poetry with a guest. My mother only responded with one sentence, and was scolded by Mrs. Zhao in public: "You have frivolous behavior, you don't observe the code of conduct for women, and you still have the habits of a prostitute."

That night, his mother was so angry that her blood vessels were blocked and she vomited blood, which hurt her body. Two months later, she died of illness in the courtyard. His father never came to see her during that time. Since his mother passed away, he was often suppressed by Madam Zhao's family. Even the servants in the mansion did not take him seriously. His growth till now can be said to be difficult and dangerous.

I have endured and persevered until now just to clear my mother's name.

As long as he passed the imperial examination, the court would issue an edict to confer the title of "Madam" on his mother, and only then could his mother's spirit tablet be placed in the ancestral hall of the marquis's mansion to enjoy worship.

He was really looking forward to what expression Mrs. Zhao would have when his mother's spirit tablet was receiving offerings from the ancestral temple.
Upon hearing this, Princess Yuan turned her head and looked at Hong Yi with a look of surprise. She had never expected that the scholar she had casually captured in the mountains would have such a great background.

“I…” Yang An hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head and said, “This is the Grand Master’s family affair, and it’s not easy for me, an outsider, to comment on it.”

As he spoke, he looked at Princess Yuan and reminded her, "The Grand Master cannot tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes. If you can avoid interfering in this matter, then do not interfere, so as not to bring yourself trouble."

Hong Yi opened his mouth, then fell silent with an ugly expression.

Just a few simple words revealed so much information.

Taishang Dao, the first of the six holy places in the world, is one of the three major Taoist sects canonized by Daqian, the leader of the Taoist sects, and an ancient force with a long heritage.

My mother is the Holy Maiden of the Supreme Dao, and must be a powerful person who is proficient in cultivation. How could she be so angry because of Madam Zhao's verbal attack that her blood congested, she vomited blood and injured her body, and eventually died of depression?

And why did the father watch his mother die?

I never thought much about it before, as I was only thinking about clearing my mother's name. But now I think there is something weird about it all.

Concubine Yuan frowned and glanced at Hong Yi. After a short silence, she slowly said, "Your mother's name is Meng Bingyun, the sister of Meng Shenji, the strongest man in the world. I can only tell you this much."

Hong Yi's body was shocked, and he bowed silently.

Yang An's eyes flickered slightly. Knowing that talking too much will lead to mistakes, he no longer paid attention to Hong Yi. Instead, he looked at Yuan Fei and smiled faintly, "Let's chat?"

Princess Yuan narrowed her eyes slightly, turned sideways and extended her hand, saying, "Please!"

Yang An smiled back and walked out of the cave.

Hong Yi stared at the two people's receding backs, standing there in a daze, his mind unable to calm down for a long time.

Tu Lao retracted his gaze and began to nag like an old scholar: "When a tiger roars in the forest, all the beasts flee in fear. Why? In the forest, the weak are preyed upon by the strong. The tiger is strong and all the beasts fear it. Those with sharp claws are the ones who make the rules of the forest. The weak beasts can only fear and obey..."

Hong Yi listened quietly, a smile gradually appeared on his face, he bowed sincerely and thanked him: "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Tu, I am not a reckless person."

Mr. Tu nodded, turned around and walked away without saying anything else.

Hong Yi stood in front of the cave, his thoughts surging like the tide.

He had never thought that his mother would have such an amazing identity. The Saintess of the Supreme Dao, the younger sister of Meng Shenji, the strongest man in the world, her status and position were probably inferior to that of the Emperor's daughter.

He began to re-examine his experiences over the years.

All the suffering and injustice that I had experienced in the past, my father’s indifference, and the... indifference of Meng Shenji, the number one man in the world.

The cause of his mother's death became more confusing, and his father's indifference made him more confused.

Once doubt arises, many things will not stand up to scrutiny.

……

At this time, Yang An and Princess Yuan were strolling in the valley.

The moonlight fell, covering the two of them with a layer of silver gauze.

Yang An stopped and broke the silence first: "What is the relationship between Concubine Yuan and the white fox in the valley? Why did she appear here today?"

Princess Yuan glanced at him and said calmly, "My Lord, why do you have to ask when you already know the answer? With your power, you must know my identity."

Yang An's eyes were full of strangeness, and he spoke like a treasure: "Yuan Fei, one of the eight great demon fairies in the world, known as the Fragrant Fox King, a second-time thunder tribulation expert, the princess of Yuan Tu Kingdom, the guardian of the Daqian Fragrant Fox Yi tribe, and has an ambiguous relationship with the White Ape King Bai Ziyue..."

Princess Yuan took a deep breath, a fierce light flashed in the depths of her pupils, and she said in a low voice: "Tell me, why did you come here specially?"

Yang An smiled slightly, and said leisurely: "Princess Yuan, why are you so nervous? I just happened to pass by here. I saw that the valley here is quiet and peaceful, and there happened to be a fox Yi tribe reading books at night, so I decided to stay."

Princess Yuan sneered, "How many people in the world can believe what the Champion Marquis said?"

Yang An shook his head slightly, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the night in the valley, and said slowly: "The Princess Yuan has a deep prejudice against me. Although I act unruly, I am not without principles. This time, I came here just on a whim."

Princess Yuan was silent for a moment, then went straight to the point: "What do you want to talk about when you called me out this time?"

Yang An's eyes fell on Princess Yuan, his eyes were deep: "Now the Daqian Dynasty seems to be prosperous, but in fact, there are undercurrents. The forces of all parties are complicated. As Princess Yuantu, and in the Daqian Palace, you must have a deep feeling about this."

Princess Yuan frowned slightly: "What does this have to do with me?"

Yang An chuckled: "Yuan Fei, what you said is wrong. As a second-time thunder tribulation expert, you also have a special identity. In this ever-changing situation, how can you stay out of it?"

Princess Yuan frowned and said nothing, but in her heart she had to admit that what Yang An said made some sense.

Yang An continued: "My father's ambition is huge, so huge that he cannot tolerate any threats. People like you and me must make a choice."

Princess Yuan snorted coldly: "I don't want to get involved in these disputes, and I don't have such great ambitions. I am content to protect my people and practice in peace."

Yang An shook his head: "Empress Yuan should understand what it means to be helpless. There are some things that you can't just say you don't want to fight for."

Princess Yuan narrowed her eyes and said calmly, "What do you want to say?"

Yang An's expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "What I want to say is that maybe we can cooperate."

Princess Yuan's beautiful eyes widened, and she asked in surprise, "Cooperation? What can we cooperate on?"

She didn't recognize the person in front of her anymore.

Now, does this guy look arrogant, conceited, flamboyant, and lustful at all?

Could it be that this guy was pretending all along?
If this is the case, this person is really too terrifying. He actually deceived everyone in the world, including the Emperor Qian who is in charge of the world in the palace.

Yang An smiled slightly: "Princess Yuan is my father's favorite concubine, and she is also a powerful ghost fairy who has experienced two thunder tribulations. And I hold great power, and I am expected to reach the realm of human fairy in the future. The two of us form a secret alliance, help each other, and take what we need from each other. Isn't it the best of both worlds?"

Princess Yuan was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head: "Sorry, I don't want to get involved in the struggle for imperial power."

Yang An seemed to have expected this and was not disappointed. He smiled and said, "It's okay, Princess Yuan, you can take your time to think about it. I believe you will make a wise choice." After that, he turned around and left without any reluctance.

Princess Yuan stood there alone, frowning and lost in thought.

The Marquis of Guanjun must have a big plan when he returns to Beijing this time, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of winning me over.

I'm afraid that Yujing City will be bustling in the future...

(End of this chapter)