The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 242: Kill the ten clans of this marquis? Are you sure?
"It's time to leave..."

Yang An put down the "Sutra of Future Non-Birth" with satisfaction.

Looking at the nearly nine million points of luck displayed on the panel, he felt extremely happy.

After studying hard day and night and memorizing a lot, he finally managed to store all the books in the Small Thousand Worlds into the Void Panel.

After nearly half a month of mental exhaustion, my head feels so swollen that even my thinking seems a little rigid, but it's all worth it.

With these accumulations, and nearly nine million points of origin, he is confident to embark on the path of practicing both immortal and martial arts, and within five years, he will surpass the number one person in the universe, Meng Shenji, and become the true number one person in the universe!
Only by unifying the universe can we collect the wisdom of all living beings.

Only by gathering the vast luck of the Yangshen world in one body, will one have the opportunity to transcend to the other side with the help of the system and possess the strength to fight against Hong Yi.

Yang An raised his hand and rubbed his temple, walking with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, walking proudly and unrestrainedly towards the outside of Xiaoqianjie.

When passing by the bookshelf in the west corner, a deep light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured in his heart: "Gong Yang Yu..."

Gong Yangyu, a powerful human immortal, was formerly the Yunmeng Sword Saint and the leader of the Qiankun Dragon Guard. He created his own martial arts, the Thunder Prison Sword Sutra and the Zhenwu Saint Body. He holds the Pudu Divine Sword and wears the Xuanhuang Armor. His combat power is comparable to that of a ghost immortal who has experienced five thunder tribulations.

He was at the peak of Martial Saint a hundred years ago. It was rumored that he failed to break through to the Human Immortal and died of old age. In fact, he joined Daqian and, with the help of the Daqian royal family, delayed his lifespan and broke through to the Human Immortal. He then hid in the Huangtian Seal to practice and launch sneak attacks.

Twenty years ago, he worked together with Emperor Qian Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji to kill Meng Shenji's human-immortal body, which was a powerful trump card in Emperor Qian's hand.

His appearance in the Sutra Pavilion today was most likely at the instruction of Emperor Qian.

My good father is always so cautious... and has a strong desire to control, and will not let go of any doubt.

No matter how he reveals his true nature, he will eventually reveal a hint of his unique temperament of reincarnation. This is inevitable.

The Lord of the Future?
Emperor Qian practiced the "Future Immortality Sutra" and had an extremely subtle control over the future. His superficial performance ultimately could not escape the Lord of the Future's ability to see into the future.

Yang An's mind was full of thoughts, but his expression did not change at all. He walked with a step that showed he didn't care about his relatives, and disappeared in the palace complex where the Sutra Pavilion was located amid the voices of farewell.

……

Qianqing Palace.

Yang Pan looked up and saw Gong Yangyu suddenly appearing in front of the imperial desk. He asked calmly, "Did you see anything?"

Gong Yangyu was tall, with a stern face, wearing a golden armor, and exuding a strong aura with every move. Upon hearing this, he clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "The Marquis is more calm than before, and more eager to become stronger!"

Yang Pan said calmly: "An'er has changed a lot since he came back this time. I feel a little strange about him."

Gong Yangyu raised his head abruptly, his expression slightly changed as he said, "A ghost fairy taking over a body? With the blood and energy of the Marquis at the peak of martial arts, even if Meng Shenji took action, he would not be able to take over a body."

“It’s not a ghost that has taken over the body…” Yang Pan looked up at the magnificent ceiling of the palace. His eyes were strange, as if he could see through the layers of space and see the world beyond the universe.

Yang An's soul came from the outside world, and he knew it, but he had no idea who was behind the plot.

The person who made the move hid very deeply and had not revealed any trace in all these years. This was also what he was always wary of.

The change in Yang An this time was most likely caused by the person who made the move.

A lot of information flashed through my mind, and soon a piece of information flashed through my heart.

Yang An flirted with the Taoist companions in Xuantian Pavilion, and the Heavenly Snake King Xingmou was chased to the Tianzhu Divine Mountain.

At that time, thunderclouds were surging in the area thousands of miles around the Tianzhu Divine Mountain, as if a divine creature had been born, and the destiny of the world was in chaos and unpredictable.

“Tianzhu Divine Mountain…” Yang Pan narrowed his eyes, lowered his gaze to look at Gong Yangyu, and ordered: “You must immediately go to Tianzhu Divine Mountain and find out the cause of the strange phenomenon in the heaven and earth three months ago.”

"Yes!" Gong Yangyu clasped his fists and accepted the order, then rushed out of the Qianqing Palace. In a flash, he had left the imperial city and rushed towards the Tianzhu Divine Mountain.

"An'er... I hope you won't make things difficult for me..." Yang Pan whispered, lowering his head with an indifferent look as he reviewed the memorials.

……

Yang An walked slowly on the street where the Imperial College was located.

There was a lot of traffic all around, and most of the people coming and going were young men in luxurious clothes and students dressed in Confucian robes, followed by page boys and servants in groups of three or four, making the place look extremely lively.

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way…”

The sound of hurried horse hooves and loud shouts could be heard. In the distance, two tall horses were charging recklessly on the street. Pedestrians along the way moved to the sides of the street, frowning and whispering.

Yang An looked up and saw two people riding on horseback.

The former wore a round hat, a silk jacket, and a jade pendant around his waist. It was obvious at first glance that he was a nobleman.

The latter was dressed in silk and satin, with an excited and reserved look on his face, and was obviously the former's follower.

The two men are excellent riders. They seem to be rushing forward, but they always manage to avoid passers-by and obstacles along the way.

"Interesting..." Yang An's eyes shifted and soon found Hong Yi, who was standing on the street with a frown.

Hong Gui and Rong Pan looked at each other, smiled at each other, pulled the reins, and in a few breaths, they were behind Hong Yi.

"Get out of the way!" Rong Pan laughed loudly, and came to a place not far in front of Hong Yi. He shouted, raised his whip suddenly, and then swung it down quickly. He wanted to intimidate Hong Yi and make him look bad in public.

Seeing this, Hong Gui not only did not stop it, but instead showed an expression of enjoying the show and was eager to try.

Bullying bastards' sons is a tradition among the sons of nobles. They do it for fun and there is no ill intention. Of course, he thinks so.

Hong Yi's eyes turned cold, he leaned his body, lowered his waist, raised his fists above his head, and then he punched out with the Bull Demon's Horn Move, the fist whistling and hitting the horse's belly heavily.

The horse galloped past, and after rushing ten steps away, it fell to the ground with a bang, somersaulting several times in succession.

Rong Pan fell off the horse, rolled over several times, and was in a terrible state with a bleeding head.

There was chaos on the long street, with people and horses falling to the ground.

People gathered in groups of three or four to discuss the matter. Many of them looked at Hong Yi with suspicion, astonished by the skill he had just displayed.

Those who could enter the Imperial College were all children of wealthy or noble families, and their vision and knowledge were all on par. Many people recognized Hong Yi's identity and the martial arts he displayed at a glance.

The rules of Wu Wenhou Mansion are very strict, and it is a family rule that concubines cannot practice martial arts. Many people have guessed Hong Yi's ending, some feel sorry for him, and some gloat over his misfortune.

Hong Yi just felt a sense of pride in his heart, but it was suppressed in an instant. Looking at Rong Pan, who was a dozen steps away with a bloody head, he felt inexplicably heavy.

The experiences during this period of time made him see Hong Xuanji's character more clearly. He was a person who had principles and laws engraved in his bones, a person who was cold and ruthless and only followed the rules, and a person who regarded principles and laws as more important than anything else.

If Hong Xuanji knew that I practiced martial arts and made Hong Gui look so ugly in public, he might really want to kill me.

He slowly calmed his mind, dusted himself off, and continued walking towards the school as if nothing had happened.

"Stop right there!" Hong Gui shouted sternly. Seeing that Hong Yi ignored him, he dismounted his horse, rushed forward, raised the whip, and swung it down fiercely with a ferocious look on his face.

Hong Yi turned around abruptly, his eyes focused with the power of his soul, and he pointed at Hong Gui and shouted, "Hong Gui, what do you want to do?"

Hong Gui's whipping movement froze and he stepped back.

Hong Yi, who was usually taciturn, had a surprising change. In addition, his mind was captured by the loud shout. But soon, he came to his senses, pointed his whip at Rong Pan who was being helped up by a servant in the distance, and shouted in a low voice: "What's going on? Explain it to me!"

Hong Yi said calmly, "It's inevitable that horses will be frightened when they are running recklessly on the street. But you should ask your cousin to be more careful in the future. If the horse hurts someone and it gets out, it will ruin the family tradition of Wu Wenhou Mansion."

"Bullshit! How dare you, a bitch, talk nonsense in front of me?" Hong Gui was so angry that he shook his hand and swung the horsewhip.

Hong Yi's face turned cold, his eyes filled with anger, and he reached out to grab the whip that was coming towards him.

Before he could react, Hong Gui smiled sinisterly, retracted the whip, and kicked Hong Yi's crotch silently with his right foot, fast and hard, with no intention of holding back at all.

Hong Yi suddenly felt a chill in his lower body. Hong Gui had practiced boxing with the martial arts master in the mansion. The changes of the upper body being empty and the lower body being solid were not something that a martial artist who had just started practicing martial arts could match. He could not dodge the kick.

At this critical moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

The man casually reached out and grabbed Hong Gui's shoulder, lifted him up, and pushed him to his knees.

With a bang, the bluestone floor cracked like a spider web. The sound of bones breaking was so clear that it made the audience around them feel their teeth ache.

"Ah..." Hong Gui let out a shrill scream.

He stared at the newcomer with a distorted face and roared fiercely, "Do you know who my father is? My father is the Grand Master of the dynasty! Marquis Wu Wen! If you treat me like this, you will be wiped out by the entire Manchu clan! I will let my father kill all your clans!"

Yang An was stunned for a moment, and in a flash, he came up with a plan. He pretended to be frightened and asked uncertainly, "You said that Wu Wenhou Mansion wants to kill all ten of my clans? Are you sure?"

"I do..."

Pah - the words from Hong Gui's mouth and the crazy expression on his face were wiped out without a trace by Hong Yi's angry slap.

Hong Gui looked at Hong Yi in confusion, not understanding how a mere bastard from a marquis's mansion could have the guts to slap him.
Hong Yi's cheeks trembled, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he quickly knelt down to apologize, "The naughty boy of Wu Wenhou Mansion is outspoken, please forgive me, my Lord!"

If it were an ordinary time, he would naturally be eager to see Hong Gui make a fool of himself. Even if it was a joke of his father Hong Xuanji, he would be happy to watch with his arms folded.

However, once Hong Gui's words were heard by the sons of nobles all over the street, even if the Wu Wenhou Mansion had no intention of treason, the current emperor would have to punish the entire Wu Wenhou Mansion and give an explanation to the people of the world.

This is a matter of the royal family's reputation and the majesty of the law; there is no room for leniency.

If the Wuwen Marquisate was charged with treason, he, the illegitimate son of the Marquisate, would also be implicated.

Yang An looked at Hong Yi who was kneeling on the ground to apologize, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart. His ability to respond to emergencies was truly better than many others.

"My Lord?!"

"What Lord?"

"Wait! This person seems to be the Champion Marquis? When did he return to Yujing City?"

"What do you mean he is the champion?"

"Hiss... a catastrophic disaster!"

……

There were cries of surprise from the audience all around, and when someone recognized Yang An's identity, their faces changed in shock and they gasped.

There were many shrewd people among them. They turned around and left without hesitation, and their hurried steps seemed as if there was a ferocious beast behind them.

"If you don't want to die, leave quickly! Whoever gets involved in this will die!"

Following the reminder from the kind-hearted person, the people who were slow to react shuddered together, then scattered like birds and beasts, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The whole street suddenly became deserted. The sounds of doors and windows slamming could be heard one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet and depressing.

Hong Gui's body shook violently, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He stared at the nobleman with a sneer on his face, his eyes dull, and he was speechless for a moment, completely frightened by the identity of the person who came.

If I met the Champion Marquis under normal circumstances, I would be in awe, but I would not be scared to death.

But just now, in front of the sons of nobles all over the street, he threatened to kill the ten clans of the Marquis of Guanjun and the ten clans of the royal family... This joke is not funny at all.

Rong Pan sat on the ground in a daze, rolled his eyes and fainted, with two words echoing in his mind... It's over!
Yang An lowered his eyes and stared at Hong Yi, indifferent for a while, and said lightly: "You are smart enough to wake up."

He glanced at the frightened Hong Gui, knocked him out, and praised him: "Get up, you are much better than these legitimate children... You say... Is the status of illegitimate children really so low? Why can these bastards enjoy power and wealth that ordinary people can't have by virtue of being legitimate children?"

Hong Yi's heart was shocked and he instantly understood the hidden meaning in the words.

The illegitimate son of the royal family, Marquis Guanjun, has ideas about that position...!

My heart was in turmoil, and at the same time I felt the same way.

Because of his status as a bastard's son, he was ostracized everywhere in the mansion. Even the servants in the mansion dared to bully him. You can imagine how low his status was.

Although the other party is a marquis, his identity as an illegitimate child means he is destined to have no chance of that position. This is not something that can be controlled by personal will.

"Following the rules will make you a human being, going against the rules will make you an immortal. The mystery lies in the reversal! Rules are dead, but people are alive. When people encounter injustice, they always fight for themselves, right?"

Yang An looked down at Hong Yi calmly. At this moment, he had an extraordinary bearing. How could he look arrogant or unruly at all?

Hong Yi stared deeply at the noble young man in front of him, and his expression gradually calmed down. He stood up, dusted off his skirt, looked directly at the cunning young man, and said in a deep voice: "My Lord, please speak directly if you want to say anything."

"I want a talented person like the Grand Master to assist me. Your courage, status, and wisdom all impress me."

Seeing Hong Yi about to speak, Yang An waved his hand and said, "Don't rush to give an answer. With your status, using you would mean making an enemy of the Grand Master, and a mortal enemy. Not many people in Daqian dare to use you. Even my father would have to think twice."

"I have the confidence to not fear the Grand Tutor, and I also have the capital to give you enough protection if the Grand Tutor is determined to kill you."

Hong Yi's expression gradually darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Why did he... want to kill me?"

"Because you are the Supreme Saintess, the son of Meng Bingyun, and your uncle is the strongest man in the world, Meng Shenji. Regardless of whether you are Meng Shenji's pawn or not, this relationship is a way to death. It has nothing to do with grudges, it only matters your stance!"

Yang An put his hands behind his back and calmly explained the essential relationship between this father and son.

Hong Yi and Hong Xuanji are both cold and selfish people who live for their ideals.

Such people are scary. They have firm beliefs and strong character. They will achieve great things in the future, but they are also cold-blooded.

It’s just that one is superficial while the other is restrained and deep, which gives people completely different feelings.

Hong Yi's expression gradually turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "I want to know the cause of my mother's death."

He had a vague feeling in his heart that his mother's death was probably related to Hong Xuanji. Otherwise, as the Marquis of Guanjun, he would not have said this to his son.

Yang An smiled, lowered his eyes to look at Hong Gui, and chuckled: "Take this person to see Master Hong, explain what happened, and let him bring you to see me. When you become a member of the Champion Marquis's Mansion, these secrets will not be hidden from you, and there is no need to hide them."

After saying this, he turned around, waved his hand, and walked towards the Marquis Guanjun's Mansion at a leisurely pace, without caring about his relatives.

Hong Yi was stunned for a long time, then bent down to place Hong Gui and Rong Pan on the horse's back, and then hurried to Wu Wenhou's Mansion.

Many people in secret withdrew their prying eyes, and then white pigeons flew into the air in all directions. Soon, the news of this incident spread at a very fast speed.

(End of this chapter)