The Demon Sect was a faction that had been passed down since ancient times in Middle-earth.
Due to the differences in their religions and ideologies, the Demon Sect's martial arts were gloomy and mysterious, and they had countless enemies. They had even managed to unify the pugilistic world in the past. Therefore, after they were overthrown, they were naturally discredited by countless people in the world.
Although they called themselves the Sacred Sect, they had always been called the Demon Sect by the outside world.
The Demon Sect's most flourishing era was 300 years ago. Demon Emperor had dominated the world, and demonic flames had seethed. The Demon Sect had become the world's number one sect and had almost unified the world.
However, after Demon Emperor died, the Demon Sect had split up and had internal strife. Back then, the ten great orthodox sects had surrounded and attacked the Demon Sect. After ten years of fierce battles, they had finally chased the Demon Sect out of Middle-earth's 12 regions. They could only survive in the outer islands, the plains in the north, and the deserts in the west.
This time around, Cao Yuan's rebellion had been investigated by the Blue Dragon Secret Palace. There were traces of the Demon Sect in it.
It could even be that ten to twenty years ago, the Demon Sect had planted Cao Yuan as a chess piece. Many people in the Forbidden Army were also suspected to be involved with the Demon Sect.
This time around, the world was in chaos. The imperial court was weak, and the Emperor was young. Therefore, the Demon Sect saw an opportunity and wanted to take over the Demon Sect's position, reinvigorate the Demon Sect, and return to Middle-earth.
"There's probably no lack of chess pieces from the Demon Sect among the officials in the imperial court." After saying this, Wang buried his head deep into the ground.
After interacting with Fang Xingjian for the past few days, Wang could sense that Fang Xingjian's prestige had become increasingly heavy. Fang Xingjian's imposing manner made it increasingly hard for him to have any thoughts of resistance.
This was only natural. Regardless of whether it was in Miracle World or in the many parallel universes in the past, Fang Xingjian was a character who had dominated a world and dominated the world. Moreover, he even had the experience of presiding over several countries.
Faced with a small palace and a Divine Capital, Fang Xingjian was naturally very familiar with leading them. Each and every one of his actions revealed a prestige that had been nurtured in several worlds. It was no small matter.
Within a short few days, he had already figured out the operations of the entire Great Jin Dynasty's government. He had also roughly familiarized himself with the officials in the imperial court. Coupled with the full cooperation of Grand Preceptor He and Eunuch Wang, the operations of the entire imperial court were accelerated very quickly.
Hearing Wang's report, Fang Xingjian smiled indifferently. "As long as they don't do anything out of line and are good officials, we don't have to bother with them. If he dares to stand up for the Demon Sect in the future, just kill him. "
With that, he once again turned his attention to the secret manual before him. At the end of the day, he was just a passerby in this world. Unifying and grasping the powers in the Divine Capital was just to make it easier for him to do things in this world.
While looking at the secret manual in front of him, Fang Xingjian said, "Wang Yong, give me a palm strike."
Wang immediately knelt down in fear and said, "This old servant doesn't dare."
"I told you to fight, so just fight. What's with all this nonsense?" Fang Xingjian said coldly, and a cold killing intent pressed against Wang's body, making him feel as if there were countless sabers and swords piercing his body.
As Fang Xingjian's cultivation got increasingly deeper, his Heart Sword Path also became increasingly terrifying. Each and every word he said and action had a magical power that could control people's hearts and the world.
Hearing Fang Xingjian's instructions, Wang's countenance was even more grim than if he were to cry. "This old servant will have to show my incompetence."
As he spoke, the Heavenly Yin Nine Revolutions' inner force in his body surged out from his Dantian, passing through nine acupuncture points consecutively. It turned into an increasingly harsh cold Qi and slapped out toward Fang Xingjian through his palm.
Wherever his palm passed by, the air seemed to freeze up. Even all the physical matter within a range of 100 meters had the illusion that they were moving at a slower speed.
"Alright."
However, as Fang Xingjian let out a soft cry, the cold Qi dissipated, and all of Wang's essential Qi flowed back into his body, back into his Dantian. There was not a single bit more or less.
"Your Majesty's prowess is unrivaled. This old servant is impressed," Wang immediately bowed and said, not forgetting to flatter Fang Xingjian.
However, Fang Xingjian ignored Wang's flattery. He was still thinking about the essential Qi cultivation that Wang Yong had displayed earlier.
'My senses were right. Wang Yong's essential Qi, He Wanzhou's essential Qi, Cao Yuan's essential Qi, and even that expert from the Demon Sect and the several thousand experts from the Forbidden Army … Although their attributes are different, their essence is the same. 'Is this the reason why they are able to connect their essential Qi and form a Qi field?'
Fang Xingjian looked at the secret manual before him, and his brain, which had completely surpassed that of a supercomputer, started to make rapid deductions once again. Streams of essential Qi vortexes rose up before him. There were a total of three of them. One was dark and deep, one was righteous, and one was cold and deep. They were the essential Qi cultivated by Cao Yuan, He Wanzhou, and Wang Yong.
At the sight of this, Wang Yong once again lowered his head, his eyes filled with astonishment.
'To think that he can casually imitate our essential Qi... Is this His Majesty's true cultivation? It's really... It's really... '
Putting aside Eunuch Wang's emotions, Fang Xingjian had already gained an understanding of the Xiantian Realm's essential Qi cultivation through his deduction of the Conception and Governing Meridians and Eight Extraordinary Meridians from the essential Qi manuals. However, this also made him even more puzzled.
'There's no mistaking it. It's the same.
'If it's said that in Miracle World, everyone's martial will has their own strong personal imprint, making it hard to integrate them …
'The essential Qi in this world is basically the same source of energy. Humans are like cars. The essential Qi that everyone uses is essentially the same type of gasoline. The so-called difference in attributes is at most the difference between 92 gasoline and 95 gasoline.
'It's only natural that such energies can be easily combined.'
Thinking of the abnormalities in the land and space here, Fang Xingjian had a vague idea of what was going on. 'If it's really like what I think, then the waters in this world might be even deeper than those in Miracle World. The enemies hidden here are probably not to be underestimated.'
After making a judgment about this world's martial arts cultivation, Fang Xingjian decided that he had to continue researching this world's martial arts. This was because he had deduced that great enemies might appear, and it was also because the martial arts here had given him a lot of inspiration and could help him improve his sword arts.
Therefore, he wanted to continue cultivating his high-dimensional sword arts. He would not give up on this world's martial arts either.
Throwing a glance at Wang Yong, Fang Xingjian waved his hand and said, "Alright, you can take your leave. If there's nothing important, don't let anyone disturb my cultivation."
As Fang Xingjian waved his hand, Wang Yong felt as if he was riding on clouds and mist. His surroundings were filled with dazzling colors, and by the time he reacted, he had already appeared in his own courtyard.
Gulping, Fang Xingjian knelt down and kowtowed toward Fang Xingjian, a hint of fervor flashing on his face.
'With His Majesty's cultivation, there might really be hope for the Great Jin Dynasty to be revived.'
After sending off Wang Yong, with a single thought, Fang Xingjian slowly spat out a pitch-black cloud from his mouth. The cloud spun in midair and eventually condensed into a lump, gradually taking the form of a human. It was in his appearance.
The moment the clone appeared, it nodded toward Fang Xingjian, sat down in the secret manual, and started to deduce the Disha Realm after ordinary cultivators and Xiantian Realm.
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