All Heavens: From Joy of Life to The Great Feng Night Watchman

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The Monk path is similar to the Vajra Physique in the Snow World; once mastered, its defense becomes incredibly powerful.

Yang Yan is considered very strong among the fourth-rank officials, yet he couldn't break through her defenses, which is truly unbelievable.

“We only have one magical artifact to conceal our presence, and we borrowed another one from Qinglong Temple. Nangong and I will conceal our presence and hide in the shadows. With the combined strength of the three of us, we should have a chance to capture that thieving monk.”

Yang Yan spoke very cautiously. Three fourth-rank combatants could only capture, not kill, the enemy. It seems he was deeply impressed by Fa Hun's heaven-defying defense.

"It's a pity that the third disciple of the Director of the Imperial Observatory is currently in seclusion..." Nangong Qianrou interjected.

Yang Yan said with some regret, "Eighth-rank sorcerers can conceal their aura, but only fourth-rank sorcerers have a certain combat ability. This disciple is already a fourth-rank array master. If he can act with us, we will definitely be able to capture Fa Hun with ease."

The class of Warlocks—ninth-rank physician, eighth-rank astrology master, seventh-rank feng shui master, sixth-rank alchemist, fifth-rank prophet, and fourth-rank array master—doesn't seem like they're very combat-oriented; they're probably primarily support-oriented.

"Who is the third disciple of the Supervisor?"

Li Chang'an didn't immediately recognize the name, so he asked casually.

However, as soon as these words were uttered, a serene and otherworldly voice came from the courtyard.

"You don't even know me in the capital? Man, you've successfully caught my attention."

When these words reached the main hall, Li Chang'an immediately got goosebumps. If he hadn't read the original novel, he would have thought it was Ye Liangchen who had arrived.

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou shifted their positions uncomfortably, but their faces quickly turned into forced smiles. The man who spoke was the strong ally they had been looking for.

But the expressions on their faces made Li Chang'an feel like he was begging for help while holding his nose.

After all, the person who spoke was none other than Yang Qianhuan, the number one show-off in Da Feng!

"Li Chang'an! I've asked Senior Brother Yang to help you!"

After a series of footsteps, Chu Caiwei, with her crescent-shaped eyebrows and fair skin rosy, walked into the lobby with a smile.

"When Senior Brother Yang heard that you were a practitioner of the three disciplines, he absolutely refused to believe it, so I sent him here to see for himself!"

Chu Caiwei's cheerful words eased the discomfort of the two Jinluo members somewhat.

"Ha! A mere martial artist, a fallen Confucian scholar, a Taoist priest, or a practitioner of unorthodox Taoist arts, even if he can cultivate all three at the same time, how can he compare to a sorcerer who specializes in all three?"

Yang Qianhuan's confident and calm voice floated out from the courtyard, and then a figure in flowing white robes descended from the sky, with his back to everyone, his hands behind his back, like an immortal who was detached from the world.

Yang Qianhuan, a fourth-rank sorcerer, glanced at Li Chang'an and knew that what Chu Caiwei said was true; Li Chang'an did indeed possess the aura of three different systems.

In the Great Feng world, the cultivation system has a hierarchy of contempt. Martial artists who focus on physical training are considered the lowest of the low, belonging to a system that no one looks up to. Confucianism once flourished, but now it has declined somewhat.

Chu Caiwei grinned, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed by Yang Qianhuan's arrogance.

Nangong Qianrou frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Caiwei, why does your senior brother always keep things from us?"

Yang Yan stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Please turn around and let's talk, Brother Yang."

Upon hearing Yang Yan's words, Chu Caiwei didn't reply. Instead, she took out some snacks and sat down next to Li Chang'an, looking like she was watching a show.

"for you!"

Li Chang'an took the dried meat from Chu Caiwei, who smiled sweetly with satisfaction, her big eyes sparkling with delight.

Yang Qianhuan seemed to be talking to herself, "Please allow me to refuse. I do things as I please and don't care about anyone's opinion."

He said he didn't care, then said to himself with a touch of melancholy, "The pillars of the Great Feng Dynasty, the Supervisor and Wei Yuan, always like to turn their backs on the masses."

"One of them was gazing into the distance from the watchtower, and the other was sitting high on the Bagua Platform. Both of them were protecting the thousands of people of Dafeng behind them from the wind and rain. Such a noble demeanor is something that Qianhuan truly admires."

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou couldn't help but rub their foreheads, somewhat embarrassed as they shifted their gaze away from Yang Qianhuan's back.

Chu Caiwei leaned closer and whispered to Li Chang'an, "Li Chang'an... let me tell you, Senior Brother Yang is always like this. Even if he's willing to help you, he'll still talk to you with his back turned."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yan stopped pressuring the matter. Of course, it would be best if Yang Qianhuan could help, but if he wanted to pretend, then so be it.

"Fa Hun's physical body is too powerful; we still need to rely on Brother Qian Huan's formation..."

Just as Yang Yan opened his mouth, he saw Li Chang'an wave his hand and move his lips slightly, as if he were whispering to Chu Caiwei.

"The sorcerer Yang Qianhuan turned and went into the room."

Yang Yan paused unconsciously, then noticed that Yang Qianhuan's aura suddenly surged, and she instantly moved into the hall, facing Li Chang'an and Yang Yan.

Follow your words!

Yang Qianhuan's eyes were wide open, and her jaw was clenched tightly. It was clear that she had just tried her best to resist Li Chang'an's words, but she had failed.

He forced out a few words through gritted teeth, "It was my carelessness, I didn't flash..."

"Hehe!" Chu Caiwei let out a silvery laugh, revealing a gloating smile.

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou exchanged a surprised glance. Exceeding the six virtues of a gentleman, and using the power of words to make law, this was the fourth-grade gentleman realm. Li Chang'an had advanced!

Yang Qianhuan was clearly unwilling to give up. He picked up a chair and sat down with his back to everyone.

At this moment, Chu Caiwei said with a smile, "As the teacher said, within a short period of time, a fourth-grade gentleman can freely utter words that manifest three times on someone of the same realm. Senior Brother Yang, you..."

"crunch..."

A sound of chair legs scraping against the ground came from behind. Yang Qianhuan blankly turned the chair around to face everyone.

If Li Chang'an were to turn his words around again, then they would lose all face.

Confucianism had declined, so there were fewer than ten fourth-rank gentlemen in the entire capital, and they were all great Confucian scholars and famous figures, but Li Chang'an happened to be one of them.

When Li Chang'an tried using the "Words Become Law" technique on Yang Qianhuan, a backlash suddenly arose within him, much stronger than when he was at the fifth-grade Virtue Realm. Fortunately, Li Chang'an possessed abundant righteous energy, which quickly enveloped the backlash, and it was soon absorbed and eliminated.

"Gentlemen, if there's anything we need to discuss, I, Yang, will take the lead and capture that reckless monk. I reckon that even with his powerful physique, he's no match for me!"

Seeing Yang Qianhuan's confidence, Yang Yan did not correct her. "When the time comes, let Brother Li keep that guy calm first. The three of us will hide in the shadows and then make a move together. We will definitely capture him easily."

The group discussed the details further, but Yang Qianhuan remained silent, like a venerable monk in meditation, at most nodding.

Finally, as it was almost over, Yang Qianhuan said, "Junior Sister, you should go too."

Chu Caiwei was swallowing dried fruit when she almost choked on her words. She pointed to her nose with her little finger and said, "Me?"

Yang Qianhuan nodded solemnly, "If you don't go, who will tell my fellow disciples how I easily killed the monk with heaven-defying defense?"

It seems that Yang Qianhuan is very clear about the difficulty of killing Fa Hun, and that killing him will make him famous.

"I can't possibly... tell you how amazing I am. If you don't go, I won't help Li Chang'an."

Chu Caiwei raised her embroidered eyebrows and said helplessly, "It's so annoying that I can't even sleep on my day off... Fine, I'll go then."

Yang Qianhuan then turned and left. When he was almost at the door, he said with relief, "Everyone, see you two days from now, eight and a half miles outside the city!"

Now that we've reached the door, and won't be dragged back by your words, we can finally speak with our backs turned.

Two days later, at Baliban, on the outskirts of Beijing.

There was a tea stall outside the town, and Li Chang'an sat down there to drink tea after he arrived.

The two Jinluo, along with Yang Qianhuan and Chu Caiwei, concealed their presence and hid in the shadows, keeping a close watch on the tea stall from a distance.

Those who pass through here are mostly people traveling to and from the capital; few people stop here.

Li Chang'an didn't have to wait long before he saw a bald man walk out of the town. He had a thick, white beard, a face full of fat, and was at least nine feet tall. His arms were twice as thick as Chu Caiwei's thighs.

As the burly man approached, Li Chang'an felt the ground tremble. His fierce gaze revealed a chilling killing intent and icy coldness.

"Li Chang'an, how dare you come here."

Fa Hun sat opposite Li Chang'an, his voice deep and resonant, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

Li Chang'an took a sip of tea and said casually, "I'm here, but you shouldn't have come."

"Because if you come, you will die."

Fahun opened his mouth wide and laughed, "You're so close to me, even if someone is helping you from the shadows, you won't survive."

Hiding in the shadows, Yang Qianhuan whispered, "You ignorant trash, I only need to unleash my killing intent once, and I can kill you right in front of you. Even if you are physically strong, you are no match for me."

Yang Yan said, "To be on the safe side, let's follow Brother Li's method from yesterday. When the time is right, we can use the 'words become law' technique to move that guy into our encirclement."

Then, the group waited for Li Chang'an to make his move.

However, Li Chang'an did not use his words to make magic happen, but instead asked with a puzzled look, "Are you very strong?"

"Hehe! That old eunuch Wei Yuan specially sent Jinluo Yang Yan to chase after me."

Li Chang'an said, "You are physically strong, he didn't kill you with one shot."

Upon hearing Li Chang'an's words, Fa Hun was suddenly stunned, then burst into thunderous laughter.

"Nonsense! I stopped and let him stab me ten times, but he couldn't kill me; he could only run away!"

Li Chang'an was also slightly taken aback, then understood. After all, even Lord Jinluo had his pride, no wonder Yang Yan was so wary of Fa Hun.

The news traveled far and wide, and the townspeople, seeing that there were martial arts practitioners fighting, quickly hid in their houses.

Yang Yan, his face grim, gripped his spear and gritted his teeth as he said hatefully, "This scoundrel has ruined my reputation and should be killed!"

Nangong Qianrou pretended not to hear, while Qianhuan turned her back to everyone and sneered repeatedly.

"The problem is you can't kill him! Sigh, the silver wax spearhead isn't very effective, tsk tsk tsk!"

Chu Caiwei blinked her big eyes, looking like a curious child, "Yang Jinluo, is what that guy said true? Will Li Chang'an be in danger?"

Yang Yan did not answer directly, but said with a firm gaze, "I believe in Brother Li's abilities!"

At the tea stall, Li Chang'an shook his head. "Yang Jinluo is known as the most amazing shot in the capital. There's absolutely no way that's possible."

Seeing that Li Chang'an did not believe him, Fa Hun patted his chest and said, "Even if you have two or three people lying in ambush today, you can't do anything to me."