Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Qiao Feng, a man of unwavering integrity.

He is also known as the man who can slap a dragon and has his own built-in sound system.

Last night, the moment Shen Jue's senses expanded, he noticed Qiao Feng drinking alone in silence.

Shen Jue was able to recognize the person as Qiao Feng immediately because Qiao Feng's appearance was so distinctive.

This Qiao Feng looks exactly like the Qiao Feng in Shen Jue's previous life in the 1997 TVB version of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

At this time, Qiao Feng was experiencing the situation where his Khitan identity was exposed, and he was being attacked by the Beggars' Sect and some martial artists in the Jianghu.

Kang Min, the wife of Ma Dayuan of the Beggars' Sect, harbored resentment out of love and exposed his Khitan identity at the Xingzilin Gathering.

Qiao Feng, who was originally the young leader of the Beggars' Sect, has now lost his position due to the overwhelming public opinion.

With the guarantee of Hong Qigong, the Grand Elder of the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng remained in the Beggars' Sect, but lost his position.

The clash between reality and identity plunged Qiao Feng into a dilemma. He traveled all over the Central Plains, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, trying to numb himself.

In this chaotic era of widespread national and personal vendettas and constant warfare, Qiao Feng's Khitan identity was almost indistinguishable from that of a Japanese during the War of Resistance against Japan.

This led to Shen Jue's encounter with Qiao Feng.

"So, is Qiao a good person or a bad person?" Qiao Feng asked with a self-deprecating laugh, taking another large gulp of wine.

Shen Jue could naturally tell that Qiao Feng, like Cao Shaoqin, was a martial artist who had cultivated both external and internal skills to the Innate level.

However, Qiao Feng's dual cultivation of internal and external skills far surpassed Cao Shaoqin's.

It's like the same Taizu Long Fist; the power in Qiao Feng's hands is on a completely different level compared to the power in the hands of others.

Qiao Feng's Taizu Changquan (Emperor's Long Fist) was so powerful that it made all the heroes of the world helpless and trembling with fear, while the Taizu Changquan of the others was only at the level of street performers under the Tianqiao Bridge.

"Where are the good people and the bad people?"

"In this chaotic world, where killing never ends, anyone who can save the common people can be considered a good person," Shen Jue said with a faint smile, his eyes fixed intently on Qiao Feng.

"I say, Chief Qiao, I just happen to be aiming to unify the martial arts world and conquer the world."

"Come work for me."

"During war, there's no need to bother hiring someone to play the erhu to create the right atmosphere."

"The moment you make a move, the background music starts playing."

"You slapped a dragon into existence."

"I can smash a mountain with one punch."

"By then you won't have to worry about your Khitan identity anymore."

"Because the whole world is under my rule, these problems are easily solved."

Qiao Feng chuckled and said, "Brother, you must be joking."

"Qiao's internal energy does indeed manifest in the form of a dragon, but Qiao has never practiced any internal energy cultivation related to music theory."

"Besides, it's best to avoid saying things like unifying the martial arts world or unifying the world."

"Otherwise, others will misunderstand."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jue flew into a rage and exclaimed, "Someone dares to gossip about me?!"

He turned his head and looked at the four people sitting at the table next to him, Shangguan Haitang and the others, who seemed rather apprehensive.

The four of them shook their heads simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Cao Shaoqing held his two broken fingers and shook his head most violently.

"Haha," Qiao Feng laughed loudly.

How could he not see that although the four people in front of him had different temperaments and identities, they were all masters whose martial arts had reached the Innate Realm?

Now, standing beside this little guy, he's even more docile than a neutered cat.

"Fun! Fun!"

"I, Qiao, never speak falsehoods!"

"If you want Joe to follow you..."

"I have three conditions."

After the joke, Qiao Feng spoke seriously.

The forthright Qiao Feng did not take Shen Jue's words as a joke, and he seriously put forward his conditions.

"First, if you want me to follow you, that person's martial arts skills must far surpass mine."

"Secondly, throughout his life, Qiao has always acted for the sake of the common people and the world."

"That man's aspirations must also align with Mr. Qiao's."

"Thirdly, I, Qiao, never do anything against my conscience."

Qiao Feng's three conditions brought a smile to Shen Jue's face.

He stepped forward, grabbed Qiao Feng's hand, and exclaimed happily, "Oh!"

"Then I fit all of those criteria!"

"Steve Jobs! Now is the perfect time for you to join me!"

"Let's form a team of male protagonists from martial arts novels."

"We'll take off immediately!"

Qiao Feng was taken aback.

Shen Jue then explained, "My martial arts skills are very high!"

"If you don't like it, you can ask those four over there, or I can go and capture a few grandmasters for you to take a look?"

"In my perception, there is no sign of a Grandmaster in this vicinity."

"As for my ambitions, well, since I'm going to rule the world anyway..."

"It is definitely to ensure that all the people in the world can live a peaceful, happy and prosperous life."

Anyone who stands in my way will be slaughtered.

"This..." Faced with the extremely outgoing Shen Jue, Qiao Feng felt an awkward embarrassment. He blurted out, almost as if possessed, "Then how about we give it a try?"

"Shall we capture a few grandmasters of the demonic sect?"

Shen Jue nodded with satisfaction.

"No problem."

"Isn't that a coincidence?"

"There happens to be a shrew in this tavern; let me ask him."

"It's amazing that such a small town has gathered so many brilliant minds."

As soon as Shen Jue finished speaking, his gaze fell on the old man and the young man in the corner of the tavern.

The old man had gray hair and beard, a bronze face, and wore a dark blue robe. A dark green jade flute hung at his waist. He was none other than Qu Yang, an elder of the Sun Moon Divine Sect.

His cultivation had reached the Innate Realm, and he held a high position within the sect.

The girl sitting opposite him was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with eyes as black as lacquer and dimples on her cheeks. She was his granddaughter, Qu Feiyan.

Qu Yang was drinking with his head down, listening to Shen Jue and the others talking, when he suddenly felt an immense aura lock onto him, as if he were being looked down upon by a god from the heavens.

He was terrified. His innate true energy surged wildly, and he sprang up, intending to grab Qu Feiyan and escape through the window.

However, it was too late.

Shen Jue casually extended his right hand, and five streams of white internal energy shot out from his fingertips, condensing in mid-air into a crystal hand several feet long.

The large hand moved with ghostly speed, grabbing Qu Yang in its palm.

The inner energy of that large hand was extremely pure, almost tangible.

Qu Yang's internal energy was instantly disrupted by this external internal force, and his entire body felt as if it were locked in iron hoops, unable to exert any strength.

He was utterly horrified. The innate true energy he had painstakingly cultivated for most of his life was like a stream encountering a vast ocean in front of this young man, leaving him utterly powerless.

"Bang!"

A large white hand lifted Qu Yang to Shen Jue's table and gently pressed him onto the bench.

Although Shen Jue grabbed Qu Yang, he did not refine him instantly.

This elder of the Sun Moon Sect is naturally a supporting character in the "Golden Basin Washing Hands" event in "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".

Shen Jue withdrew his inner energy, but Qu Yang remained sitting still, his entire body sealed by an extremely resilient and powerful inner force, leaving only his mouth and tongue still able to speak.

"Grandpa!" Qu Feiyan was so frightened that her face turned pale. She rushed over and hugged Qu Yang's arm, tears welling up in her eyes.

She was only at the age of novice martial arts, how could she have ever seen such a technique?

He immediately knelt before Shen Jue, tears streaming down his face, and cried, "Big brother, my grandfather hasn't offended you, please, please let him go!"

"Feiyan...Feiyan kowtows to you!"

As she spoke, she slammed her head down hard, her forehead hitting the wooden board with a thud, and it turned red in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Feng looked at the scene before him with a pained expression, but said nothing.

He simply waited for Shen Jue's next move, ready to intervene at any moment.

Shen Jue glanced down at her, his expression unchanged, and said in a calm tone, "Get up first. I will only ask him a few questions, and then I will release him without harming his life."

He turned to look at Qu Yang, whose face was ashen, and smiled slightly, "Elder Qu, is the Sun Moon Sect's headquarters still at Blackwood Cliff? Is the sect leader Ren Woxing or Dongfang Bubai?"

Qu Yang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he managed to utter a few words with great effort: "It's...it's the Eastern Cult Leader."

The elder of the Sun Moon Cult was in turmoil.

He, a dignified master of innate level, was captured as easily as a three-year-old child in front of this young man.

Even the Eastern Cult Leader, who had already reached the Grandmaster level, did not possess such skill.

It would be easy for the Eastern Sect Leader to kill Qu Yang, but to subdue him so easily would be extremely difficult.

"Very good." Shen Jue raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder, releasing his internal energy, his tone as casual as if he were instructing a subordinate.

"Lead the way, I need to go to Blackwood Cliff to borrow a few heads."

"And incidentally, I'll make the Sun Moon Cult submit to me."

"Don't worry, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits."

Qu Yang felt a sense of relief as his internal energy resumed its flow.

He took a deep breath, stood up, bowed his head and clasped his hands, saying, "Your martial arts are divine, I, Qu... dare not disobey."

Seeing that her grandfather was unharmed, Qu Feiyan stopped crying slightly, but she still tightly gripped Qu Yang's sleeve, timidly glancing at Shen Jue with both fear and curiosity in her eyes.

At this moment, Qiao Feng let out a hearty laugh.

"Good, good, good!" Qiao Feng slammed his hand on the table, stood up, raised his bowl and drank it all in one gulp, his eyes gleaming.

"Brother Shen's skill in projecting internal energy and grasping objects is something I, Qiao, am ashamed to admit I cannot match."

"Even with the Dragon-Capturing Skill that I have practiced, it is still extremely difficult to capture a master of innate level like this."

"Three conditions. The first one is that your martial arts skills far surpass mine, so I've met that requirement."

He put down his wine bowl and said in a deep voice, "As for the second point, it is for the sake of all living beings; the third point is to stay true to my conscience."

"I, Qiao, want to see for myself whether your claim of slaughtering those who stand in your way is driven by selfish desires or by a desire to save the world."

"That's easy!" Shen Jue smiled as he stood up and walked out of the tavern, leaving without looking back.

"Elder Qu, lead the way."

"Boss Qiao, keep up."

Qiao Feng laughed heartily, picked up the unfinished jar of wine on the table, and strode out after him.

Outside the tavern, the sun was just rising.

Cao Shaoqin, Shangguan Haitang, and the other three looked at each other in bewilderment, then quickly got up and followed.

Only Qu Feiyan, supporting Qu Yang, hesitated as she stepped over the threshold and followed.

Before long, the group had hired a carriage large enough to accommodate more than ten people and headed in the direction Qu Yang had indicated.

Shen Jue remained shirtless and unclothed.

Shangguan Haitang sat beside him, carefully observing the wisp of internal energy at Shen Jue's fingertips.

That wisp of internal energy kept changing shape.

It can transform into a wild beast at times and a tiny person at others, and it is incredibly lifelike.

The atmosphere in the carriage was somewhat awkward. These people came from different backgrounds and had different reasons for following Shen Jue to the Sun Moon Cult.

"This martial art is a divine skill, an unparalleled art."

"The essence is the different natures and effects of cultivating internal energy."

"The effects of internal energy cultivation, such as energy replenishment, resilience, and body protection, can actually coexist within the internal energy within the body."

"The Breathing Techniques I practice, after my modifications and additions, can now guarantee that martial artists who practice it will reach the Innate Realm, provided that there are sufficient resources."

"It can also enhance physical strength, comparable to top-tier external martial arts in the world."

"I named it 'Breathing Techniques Version 1.0'."

"Come on, all of you, try practicing."

"The Breathing Technique 1.0 can cultivate at least 20 different types of internal energy."

"But whether you can fully cultivate these 20-plus internal energy properties depends on your talent."

In just one day, Shen Jue had completely altered the "Breathing Techniques" beyond recognition.

The modified "Breathing Technique 1.0" was so powerful that even Shen Jue felt it was a bit too outrageous.

Inside the carriage, everyone sat around, their eyes fixed on the ever-changing internal energy emanating from Shen Jue's fingertips.

"More than twenty kinds of internal energy properties?" Qiao Feng put down the wine jar, his thick eyebrows slightly raised.

"Brother Shen, is what you say true?"

"I have been traveling the martial world for many years, and the Dragon-Capturing Skill I have mastered is considered a rare and extraordinary skill. It is nothing more than a combination of the two aspects of fierceness and grappling."

Shen Jue smiled slightly, and the wisp of internal energy at his fingertips suddenly split, spreading out like silkworms spinning silk into dozens of fine strands of energy that slowly circulated within the carriage.

Each burst of energy is quite different.

"Look," Shen Jue said, flicking his finger. Streams of internal energy swirled within the carriage.

He began to explain the content and philosophy of "Breathing Techniques Version 1.0".

Shangguan Haitang and the others standing to the side looked surprised, but they were all completely absorbed, seemingly having entered a state of enlightenment regarding martial arts.

They were born masters with a solid foundation.

Hearing Shen Jue describe this extraordinary internal skill is like someone who has been wandering in the desert for days finding clear, sweet spring water.

The internal energy cultivation of the group was advancing by leaps and bounds. Shen Jue suppressed the strange phenomenon of their internal energy growth with a single palm.

Qu Yang sat silently in the corner of the carriage.

Although he had been subdued by Shen Jue, he also had the opportunity to have Shen Jue explain the cultivation technique.

The elder of the Sun Moon Cult lowered his head and pondered for a moment, his eyes twitching slightly.

How could he not see the value of Shen Jue's internal energy cultivation method?

If he had obtained this method earlier, why would he have toiled for most of his life in the Sun Moon Cult, only to remain an elder?

Qu Feiyan was still young and her martial arts skills were rudimentary, so she didn't understand much.

She blinked, looking at her grandfather with a puzzled expression, only to see Qu Yang's complex face, a mixture of joy and sorrow.

The carriage traveled northwards, day and night.

The ten-odd days passed in the blink of an eye.

Throughout the journey, almost no one in the carriage spoke.

It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's that I don't have time.

Shen Jue's "Breathing Techniques Version 1.0" is really too profound.

There are more than twenty types of internal force properties, each of which requires repeated contemplation and careful understanding.

Even a martial arts prodigy like Qiao Feng took a full seven days to initially master the entire set of mental techniques.

After everyone had finished converting their internal energy,

Everyone's cultivation level underwent a transformative change.

Shangguan Haitang originally had the weakest internal strength among the four, but now her internal strength is so profound that she has firmly established herself as the strongest among them.

Her breathing carried the faint sound of wind and thunder, and her every move exuded an air of authority, making her completely different from ten days ago.

Cao Shaoqing's internal energy has gained two additional properties: defense and healing, greatly enhancing his defensive and recovery abilities.

He held his two severed fingers, which had been reattached and healed, his eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

Fortunately, he was rational enough, otherwise he would have died at the hands of this inhuman, demon-like Shen Jue long ago.

Qu Yang, an elder of the Sun Moon Cult, benefited greatly from this.

Now that he has obtained Shen Jue's internal energy cultivation method, the nature of his internal energy has been differentiated and reorganized, and he has broken through in one fell swoop, only one step away from becoming a grandmaster.

Qiao Feng, this man of unyielding integrity, was now sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed, his aura as deep and unyielding as a mountain.

He had already honed his internal strength to an incomparably fierce level by practicing the Dragon-Capturing Skill and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Now that he has integrated Shen Jue's internal energy cultivation method, he will be able to step into the Grandmaster realm in just a few days. Moreover, his internal energy has gained many additional properties such as "extreme softness" and "extreme resilience".

"Brother Shen." Qiao Feng looked at Shen Jue with a complicated expression.

"I, Qiao, have been wandering the world for many years and have never submitted to anyone. But now I have no choice but to submit."

Shen Jue waved his hand, about to speak, when suddenly the carriage jolted and stopped.

The coachman's voice came from outside: "Gentlemen, Blackwood Cliff is just ahead. If the carriage goes any further, we'll likely be stopped by the patrolling disciples of the Sun Moon Sect."

The coachman was naturally one of the secret agents of the Dragon Guard Manor, a martial artist whose cultivation had reached the first-class level.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked out the window.

In the distance, a steep mountain peak rises abruptly from the ground, piercing the clouds.

Above the mountainside, clouds and mist swirl around, and countless pavilions and towers can be vaguely seen built against the mountain, creating a magnificent sight.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of disciples dressed in black were patrolling, their curved swords gleaming coldly in the morning light.

We've arrived at the headquarters of the Sun Moon Cult.