Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 3: The Talent of a Sword Immortal
"call!"

The gunshot spread out, raising the dust in the yard and pushing it to both sides.

But the iron body of the gun was firmly held by the pair of fleshy hands and could not move forward at all.

Zhao Qi'an grabbed the gun with one hand and looked at the sturdy young man in front of him. A light blue light screen gradually appeared in his eyes.

【Name: Zhao Chengwu】

【Bone age: 16】

[Life: Martial Madness (gold), Unparalleled Courage (purple), Charisma (purple), Gun Expertise (blue), Treat People with Honesty (white), Foolish Loyalty (gray), Simple Mind (gray)...]

【Loyalty: 91】

[Qualification: A-level (can be expanded to view attributes such as root bone, comprehension, and fortune)]

[Cultivation: Sixth-grade evil-eliminating initial stage]

[Do you want to lend him your life? After lending him your life, you will have the opportunity to randomly draw one of his life entries]

It was not until this time that Zhao Qi'an called out, "Awu."

The fierce look in the boy's eyes gradually faded, and the blood in his body was absorbed into his body. Only then did he recognize who had captured the gun, and he exclaimed, "Godfather!"

He looked around at the injured guards and realized belatedly what he had just done. He wanted to say something, but he was not good at speaking. His face turned red and he couldn't utter a word.

Zhao Qi'an loosened his hand, letting the young man retract his spear and halberd, and said, "When you first enter the stage of exorcism, you can just draw the evil spirit into your body, and that's when you are most likely to be affected by the evil spirit. You can't even control the little bit of blood evil spirit in yourself, why are you fighting with others?"

"Godfather, how did you know that I had a breakthrough?"

Zhao Chengwu looked at Zhao Qian'an in astonishment.

It had only been two hours since he had achieved a breakthrough, and he was itching to find someone to practice with him. But right after he achieved a breakthrough, his godfather heard the news and rushed over?

However, if his adoptive father had not arrived in time, he would have made a big mistake today.

The young man lowered his head in shame: "Godfather, I was wrong."

Zhao Qi'an patted his shoulder and said nothing more.

Although my nickname is a little irritable, I am really talented.

A sixteen-year-old sixth-rank warrior is a top talent in the entire Daqian.

In the way of warriors, the ninth rank is the lowest and the first rank is the highest.

Most of the martial artists in the world are just strong rough men who are not of the highest rank. To be able to enter the ninth rank is already considered to be somewhat famous.

Zhao Chengwu was only sixteen years old when he began to practice cultivation after following him. It has only been five years, but he has already reached the sixth level of the Evil Transformation Realm, which shows how extraordinary his talent is.

Zhao Qi'an said, "When you can control your blood evil with ease, come to my house to find me."

Zhao Chengwu's eyes immediately lit up and his expression showed excitement.

What my adoptive father meant was... I can finally leave Yangshengtang and work for him!

He suppressed his excitement and bowed and clasped his fists: "Yes, godfather."

Zhao Qi'an nodded and looked towards the huge health hall.

Among his adopted sons and daughters, Zhao Chengwu's talent was not the best.

He adopted eight adopted children in his lifetime, each of whom had at least one golden fate entry and their qualifications were all above Grade A.

In addition, there are more than a thousand children in the Health Hall, all of whom were personally selected by him, and each of them has at least one purple fate entry.

This is the accumulation of more than 20 years of Zhao Qi'an's experience in traveling through time. It is the cornerstone for him to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, it is the core team he has trained, and it is also his lifeblood!

……

The ugly slave stood in the corridor bridge, his mouth wide open, and when he saw Zhao Qi'an coming over, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. "Master, where is the useless martial arts man you promised me?"

She had not followed Zhao Qi'an for a long time. It had only been more than a year since she was redeemed by Zhao Qi'an. During this period, she had never seen Zhao Qi'an take action.

She didn't even know her master very well, and she heard many things from the gossips of the maids in the princess's mansion.

For example, Zhao Qi'an came to Kyoto as a hostage.

For example, the third princess and her husband had a bad relationship and had not consummated their marriage for five years.

For example, the prince consort is not very good in that aspect. He is nearly thirty years old and still a rookie.

For example, the Prince Consort is weak and can't even tie a chicken...

The shit is weak!
The dog shit is powerless!
Zhao Qi'an glanced at her and said, "I've said it all. I've realized the truth."

The ugly slave was stunned at first, then he suddenly realized, and then he became confused.

Can sharpening a sword really lead to enlightenment?
Should I buy a sword tomorrow and sharpen it by the pond?
But when she noticed the slight smile on Zhao Qian'an's lips, she suddenly became embarrassed and angry again.

She knew that her master was making fun of her!

……

As the night deepened, most of the people in the health center were children, so they went to bed early.

Although Zhao Qi'an is the owner of the Yangshengtang, he only comes to visit on the first and fifteenth day of each month to distribute monthly allowances to each child in the Yangshengtang for their practice, and occasionally he will personally provide guidance.

He personally accepted all the children in Yangshengtang one by one, so they naturally have a natural closeness to him, so the first and fifteenth of every month are big days in Yangshengtang.

But today was different. Today was just the seventh day of the first lunar month, and Zhao Qian'an came to the Yangsheng Hall on a whim, so he did not ask the servants of the Yangsheng Hall to notify the children in the hall to come over. He asked Chou Nu to move the things he brought to the warehouse of the Yangsheng Hall, and he strolled around quietly by himself.

He came here today for two reasons: first, to see his adopted son Zhao Chengwu who had just achieved a breakthrough in his cultivation, and second, to see a child who had just been sent to the Health Hall.

A child who truly possesses the "talent of a sword immortal".

Zhao Qi'an crossed the corridor bridge, walked a few steps forward, and arrived at the lobby door.

The outer hall was dark, but when I went around to the back, I found that candles were lit in the inner hall. I could vaguely see the silhouettes of several people in the room cast on the window paper.

"My secret method is the best for nourishing qi. Swallowing wind and absorbing dew can prolong your life. Are you willing to learn it?"

"..."

"I specialize in physical training. Once you have mastered the basics, you can split mountains and rocks. When you have mastered it, you can even move mountains and overturn seas. Are you willing to learn?"

"..."

"The way of controlling spirits is something that few people in the world can practice. You have this talent, so you are destined to be my disciple."

"..."

Inside the inner hall, seven or eight "martial arts masters" from the health center were surrounding a child, taking turns to try, like a round-robin battle.

He was a little Taoist boy who was about six or seven years old. He tied his hair into a "Hunyuan bun" like a Taoist priest. The green Taoist robe he was wearing did not fit him well and seemed a bit too big.

Her face is a little chubby, but it's cute with its pink tint.

However, there was no expression on the little Taoist boy's face, and his dark eyes were always dull. It seemed as if he was immersed in his own world and was completely unaware of any sound from the outside world.

Several martial arts masters looked at each other, with some helplessness in their eyes.

I don't know where the benefactor found this child. He is completely autistic. He has been in the hall for two days, but I have never heard him speak.

At this moment, the old man who had been silent before took a step forward with his crutches and said kindly to the little Taoist boy:
"I have practiced martial arts for sixty years and swordsmanship for forty years. There are only a handful of swordsmen in Kyoto who can rival me. Are you willing to learn swordsmanship from me?"

(End of this chapter)