The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 244 Hong Yi falls into the trap, the great way of dual cultivation

The main hall of the Marquis of Guanjun’s Mansion.

The group sat down in order of importance, and the maids brought the exquisite dishes and placed them gently on the table in front of everyone.

The aroma of food and wine filled the air, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

Yang An raised his glass and said with a smile: "This is for the Grand Master. The Grand Master has made an indelible contribution to the prosperity of Daqian."

Hong Xuanji stared at Yang Anhao for a while with deep eyes, then stood up and raised his glass, saying calmly: "My son is naughty and has offended Your Highness by speaking without restraint. I apologize on his behalf." After that, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

“You are too kind, Grand Master…” Yang An stood up to return the greeting and drank the wine in his glass. He extended his hand to signal the other party to sit down with him, and said meaningfully, “This matter can be big or small, it depends on how the Grand Master chooses.”

Hong Xuanji raised his eyebrows, looked at the champion Yang An, then looked at the Eagle King, and was silent for a while, then said in a low voice: "Your Highness, please speak clearly..."

Yang An looked at Hong Yi who was bowing his head and saying nothing, and smiled faintly, "The position of Shangshu Ling in Guanjun Marquis' Mansion is vacant. I think my brother Hong Yi is both virtuous and talented, and I want him to work in my mansion. What do you think, Grand Tutor?"

Hong Yi looked up suddenly, a look of surprise on his face.

Shangshu Ling is an official position of the previous dynasty, and many princes' palaces still use it today. He is the head of the civil officials in the prince's palace, responsible for handling the internal administrative affairs of the palace, formulating administrative policies, supervising the performance of duties by the palace's guests, and managing finances and taxes.

It is an important position in the marquis's mansion, second only to the emperor himself and above everyone else.

He didn't expect that the Marquis of Guanjun would ask for such an important position. This was really surprising, and he couldn't help but feel that a scholar would die for his friend.

Hong Xuanji frowned slightly, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense. Invisible pressure filled the air, making people breathless:
"Your Highness... I have said too much. My son is of low status, has little knowledge, and is arrogant and aggressive. It is inappropriate for him to hold such a high position."

Hong Yi's face darkened slightly, his eyes drooped slightly, and he quietly stroked the wine glass in his hand, feeling disappointed.

Yang An smiled and waved his hand: "The Grand Master thinks it's inappropriate, but I think it's appropriate, that's enough! The Grand Master allows my brother to leave Wu Wenhou Mansion and work in my Guanjun Marquis Mansion. How about this matter be over?"

Hong Xuanji narrowed his eyes and shook his head, saying: "My son's temper needs to be polished, that's not good!" Then he looked at Yang An deeply, as if he met this person for the first time, his eyes full of inquiry.

“This is not a reason to reject me! My dear brother, coming to work in my Marquis Guanjun’s mansion is also a chance for you to hone your skills and grow!” Yang An raised his glass and smiled faintly, his words leaving no room for doubt.

Hong Xuanji raised his eyes calmly: "No!"

“Grand Master, are you really not going to give me face?” Yang An’s face turned cold, and a terrifying fist intent that seemed to be there and not there emanated from his body, overwhelming the entire empty hall, as if he was ready to start a fight if they disagreed with him.

Behind Hong Xuanji, the Wheel of Life and Death of the Heavens loomed, and the shadows of thousands of immortals and gods emerged. As the immortals and gods shouted in unison, the wheel was pushed, and the artistic conception of life and death alternated, exuding an extremely powerful momentum, as if it could control the life and death of all things in the heavens, and there was a great terror that crushed all living beings.

The collision of the two invincible fist intentions instantly dropped the atmosphere in the hall to freezing point. The tense atmosphere was so intense that one could hear their own heartbeats.

Hong Yi's face flushed red as he struggled to resist the heavy pressure coming from the void. His eyes were wide open as he looked at the scene in shock.

For the first time, he clearly experienced the terror of a peak Martial Saint. It was a kind of terror that was like an ant looking up at the sky, with life and death not under his own control.

The Divine Eagle King flashed and came in front of Hong Yi, blocking the terrifying fist intent that filled the void for him.

Hong Yi thanked him with difficulty: "Thank you..."

"My Lord Marquis thinks so highly of you, I hope you can live up to his expectations!" The Divine Eagle King looked solemn and spoke in a deep voice.

Hong Yi nodded silently, looking at the two people confronting each other in the hall with a heavy expression. At this moment, he hated his own weakness very much. The feeling of entrusting his fate to others was really uncomfortable.

Yang An suddenly crushed the wine glass into powder, squeezing the air to make a loud noise. His domineering fist intent to fight heaven and earth slowly solidified, and he spoke with confidence and domineering voice:

"I will fight with all my strength. I am not afraid of the Grand Master, but the Grand Master must think clearly about the consequences of this battle..."

"Once he is accused of treason, there will be no place for the Grand Master in Daqian. The Hong family, the Zhao family, the Daluo sect and other forces of the Wuwen Marquis Mansion will surely end up being hated by everyone..."

If the other party really fought with him in his own house, no matter how the process was, the powerful people in the capital of Manyu would think that Marquis Wu Wen was plotting treason, and even if Emperor Qian intended to be partial, this matter would not be easily exposed.

If he didn't know that the relationship between Hong Xuanji and Emperor Qian was so deep that it couldn't be any closer, he would not have given up such a godsend opportunity and would have made this guy look bad.

Hong Xuanji's breathing stagnated, and he silently hid the Wheel of Life and Death behind him. After a long silence, he said in a low voice: "Give me a reason!"

Yang An also put away his fist and smiled faintly: "If Grand Master must give a reason... Is my identity as the illegitimate son of the Marquis enough?"

"Enough!" Hong Xuanji spat out a word coldly, straightened his clothes, sat down slowly, tilted his head to look at Hong Yi, and asked calmly: "Are you willing to enter the Guanjun Marquis' Mansion?"

Hong Yi folded his hands, bowed deeply and said, "My child feels depressed in the mansion. I think I can feel more relaxed after changing the environment."

A cold light flashed in the depths of Hong Xuanji's eyes, and he nodded gently, saying, "Since that's the case, I can't stop you too much. Just remember! Once you enter the Guanjun Marquis's Mansion, you must not bully others, help the tyrant, and ruin the reputation of our Wuwen Marquis's Mansion, otherwise I will not let you off easily."

Hong Yi felt relieved and replied loudly: "I have read the books of sages and saints, so I will never do such mean things!"

Yang An smiled heartily, raised his glass and said, "I am very happy to meet such a talented person. This situation should be made public! Everyone, please!"

Hong Xuanji raised his glass in response and reminded, "I hope Your Highness will take good care of my son in the future and not let him become too arrogant, so as to avoid endless troubles that will implicate both our families."

"Grand Master, you can rest assured about this. If my brother is really so unteachable, I would not value him so much." Yang An looked at Hong Yi and chuckled, "Minister, you must make some achievements in the future to reassure the Grand Master."

Hong Yi hurriedly bowed and said solemnly: "I will definitely live up to the expectations of my father and the Marquis, and I will definitely make some achievements in the future."

“Hahaha…” Yang An raised his head and laughed, “Good! Very good! Come on, everyone, have a drink, and this misunderstanding will be cleared up.”

Hong Xuanji raised his glass silently and calmly toasted with Yang An, and the atmosphere gradually became relaxed and harmonious.

During the banquet, King Divine Eagle and Hong Yi accompanied silently, occasionally interjecting a word or two to ease the atmosphere in the hall.

An hour passed in a flash.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Hong Xuanji stood up and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, we will stop here today. The family members in the mansion still need to be comforted, so we can't stay any longer."

Yang An put down his wine cup, stood up and said, "In this case, I won't keep the Grand Master for long. Please!" Then he looked at Hong Yi and said, "Brother, come with me to see the Grand Master off."

Hong Yi quickly stood up and followed the Divine Eagle King and walked out of the mansion.

Outside the Champion Marquis's Mansion, the dignitaries gathered did not show any impatience, and still stood solemnly on both sides of the street. With the appearance of Yang An and his group, the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

"Goodbye, Grand Master! In the future, our two families should visit each other more often and take care of each other, so that we can have a good story in the future." Yang An bowed and said farewell with a gentle smile on his face.

Hong Xuanji returned the greeting with a fake smile: "I apologize for bothering you today, Your Highness..."

"No, I am making a fuss out of nothing. Please forgive me, Grand Tutor." Yang An bowed repeatedly.

Hong Xuanji's mouth twitched slightly, and he forced a smile and said, "Your Highness, please stop. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, I will not stay any longer. We will meet again when we have the chance in the future."

Hong Gui, Rong Pan, butler Wu and others looked at the harmonious scene in front of them with a confused look on their faces.

The onlookers were stunned. This scene of talking and laughing also made them scratch their heads and they were unable to react for a while.

Yang An's eyes flickered slightly, and he faced the crowd, cupped his hands and said in a loud voice: "Please bear witness to the fact that today's facts are a misunderstanding. This marquis and the Grand Tutor did not know each other until they fought. From today on, the Grand Tutor's son, Hong Yi, will serve as the Shangshu Ling in my mansion. From now on, the Guanjun Marquis's mansion and the Wuwen Marquis's mansion will be as close as two families, advancing and retreating together."

"Wow—"

The crowd was in an uproar, and then they began to discuss in low voices. There was a commotion for a while, and many people looked at the two of them with strange eyes.

Hong Xuanji's face darkened, and he was indeed disgusted. He bowed again and said, "Your Highness, I have something important to do in my mansion, so I will take my leave first."

After saying this, he turned around and asked the butler Wu and others to take Hong Gui and Rong Pan with them, and left with steady steps.

Wenyuan Building, terrace of the No. 1 private room.

The eighth prince's eyes were deep, and he chuckled, "Our Brother And is not a simple person..." They were all people with cultivation, and although they were hundreds of meters apart, the words he just said were still clear to their ears.

Yang Qian smiled and said, "Hong Yi is a bastard, but he can serve as the Shangshu Ling of Andi's mansion. The deep meaning behind this is very intriguing..."

Yang Jiong looked at Crown Prince Yang Yuan and said quietly, "Marquis Wu Wen is the Grand Tutor, I don't think he would do such a double-betting thing..."

Yang Yuan's face was gloomy, his eyes flickered, and after a moment, his face returned to normal, and he smiled faintly, "An Di's identity is not tenable in terms of etiquette and law. With the wisdom of the Grand Master, he would not do such a stupid thing. I think this is An Di's move to take advantage of the situation, so there is no need to worry."

The Eighth Prince, Prince Yu, and Yang Jiong looked at each other, then smiled without saying a word, quietly watching Yang An and Hong Yi in front of the main gate of the Marquis' Mansion.

Yang Yuan narrowed his eyes, turned away expressionlessly, and acted as if he was indifferent to the matter.

In front of the main gate of the Marquis's Mansion.

Yang An tilted his head to look at Hong Yi, who had a complicated expression on his face, and said with a faint smile: "After today, you will be famous all over the world, and fame and fortune will follow."

"I hope you can keep your mind steady and prepare for this exam with all your strength. If you can make a splash in the exam, then in the eyes of the nobles, you, Hong Yi, can be considered a figure and can officially stand on the stage."

Hong Yi's face became serious, and he bowed solemnly and said, "Thank you for your appreciation, my Lord. I will live up to your expectations!"

“Hahaha…” Yang An laughed heartily, turned around and took Hong Yi’s arm: “Let’s go, some things can only be said in private…”

Hong Yi's eyes moved slightly. He understood the deeper meaning of the words and felt a little excited. He took a deep breath and quickly followed.

As the main gate of the Champion Marquis's Mansion closed, the onlookers left in twos and threes. Today's incident, driven by those with ulterior motives, spread at an extremely fast speed.

The study in the Marquis's mansion.

Yang An and Hong Yi sat opposite each other drinking tea, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

Hong Yi looked at the Eagle King who left the study, and the doors and windows that closed instantly. His expression gradually became heavy, and he said in a hoarse voice: "My Lord, my mother's death... has a very deep hidden story... right?"

Yang An took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Have you ever heard of the story of the ancient Panhuang who conquered his daughter Yiyuan, became a Yang God, and ascended to heaven?"

Hong Yi straightened his back instantly, and shook his head slowly, saying, "Although I have heard of it, I know very little about it. What is recorded in the books is all praise for Pan Huang's achievements."

“In the ancient times, Pan Huang traveled the world for tens of thousands of years. He had a close relationship with countless beautiful women in the world. He used the superior method of dual cultivation to collect thousands of love threads, forged a sword of wisdom, and achieved the way of Yang Shen.” When Yang An said this, an ambiguous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Pan Huang remained a virgin until his death. It's a pity that he had so many beautiful wives... 129,600 beautiful women of heaven and earth... Pan Huang's good fortune is really enviable. It's really inhumane."

Hong Yi's face shuddered and he was speechless for a moment.

He was increasingly unable to understand the person in front of him. It was hard to tell which side of this guy's true face was.

Yang An glanced at Hong Yi calmly, and then said: "Dual cultivation is the great way. Since ancient times, it has been divided into two schools, the path of affection and the path of ruthlessness. To achieve the Tao with the thread of affection is called the path of affection, which is the secret of the Great Emperor Changsheng. The Supreme Forgets Emotions and Loves All Life, which is the secret of the Supreme Tao. Well, there is another school called the Free and Easy Way, which was created by Zhengqizi. It is between the path of affection and the path of ruthlessness. The key point is 'It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to support each other in times of need'."

"The gist is that two fish spit out bubbles to nourish each other in a dried-up pond, which is a true love between them. Once they return to the vast world, the true love between them is immediately forgotten, and they are both free and easy, leaving only faint memories."

"This is also the meaning of a confidante among scholars. A gentleman is lustful but not promiscuous, and affectionate but not promiscuous... Tsk, only scholars believe this. I don't believe it anyway."

Hong Yi's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help asking, "What does the Marquis say have to do with my mother's death?"

Yang An curled his lips and said: "You are still not determined enough..."

As he spoke, his expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Dual cultivation is divided into physical intercourse, spiritual intercourse, and color and emptiness intercourse. The lower way is physical intercourse, the middle way is spiritual intercourse, and the upper way is color and emptiness dual cultivation. The method of free and easy dual cultivation is between the middle and upper ways."

"The method your mother practices is the Supreme Forgetfulness Method of the Supreme Dao. This method is the most superior dual cultivation method. It emphasizes the importance of devoting one's feelings to the heaven and earth, forgetting one's feelings and nature, and cultivating a pure heart for seeking the Dao, following the will of heaven and the Dao, and acting in accordance with the laws of heaven and earth."

"This method is very powerful. It is a method that leads directly to the Yang God Avenue, but its flaws are also obvious. Once you get emotional, your cultivation will be completely lost, and you will become a useless person waiting to be slaughtered!"

Hong Yi's face turned grim, and he immediately grasped the key point: "Is this the key to my mother's death?!"

Yang An said leisurely: "If not for this, with your mother's status and strength as the Supreme Saint, even if Hong Xuanji took action personally, he might not be able to kill her."

Hong Yi's expression suddenly turned ugly. He stood up, bowed solemnly, and said in a low voice: "Please tell me the cause of my mother's death, my Lord. I will repay your kindness with my life!"

In my memory, my mother always looked sickly and had a frown on her face, and it was obvious that she had never been truly happy.

Moreover, she didn't even want to tell him her name, obviously she was afraid of something. If it weren't for others mentioning it, and the calligraphy and paintings in his father's study, he would never know his mother's name.

To be able to force a dignified Taoist saint into such a state, it is obvious how much injustice the mother has suffered and what a dangerous situation she is facing.
(End of this chapter)