Chapter 25 Another time traveler?
"The twelve witch ancestors received 30% of the merits of the creation of the world, and the last 30% of the merits were spread into the primitive land to protect countless lives."

"Finally, the belly button of the great god Pangu fell into the ground and turned into a strange place formed by endless blood. It contained all the blood in the prehistoric land - the Netherworld Blood Sea!"

"In this way, the great god Pangu sacrificed himself to create a vast world full of colorful life - Honghuang. Endless creatures were bred in the vast and boundless Honghuang land. In the future, endless waves will be set off in the Honghuang land, and legends will be written one after another."

At this point, Tianxuan picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of the tea. Immediately, the gavel was slammed hard, making a crisp sound.

"To know what happens next, please wait for tomorrow's announcement!"

"It's over again?"

"Honghuang? It seems that the real story all takes place in this world called Honghuang."

"If Bashulou wasn't so powerful, I would have wanted to lock up this kid who likes to keep people in suspense and have him tell me stories every day!"

……

The familiar words were heard again, and everyone was complaining about them. Some people who came from military families and had hot tempers wanted to catch Tianxuan and force him to tell them the next story.

call!
Up to now, Tianxuan has been telling stories in Bashu Tower for seven days. He has told the manuscript of 40,000 to 50,000 words in beautiful words, and concluded the prelude to the first volume of Honghuang: The First Tribulation of the Dragon and Han Dynasty. After finishing the storytelling today, Tianxuan exhaled heavily and slowly left the high platform. The moment he stepped off the high platform, Tianxuan glanced at the second floor.

[Honghuang is a complete mythology system that compiles many myths and legends of Kyushu. Dongjun Yanfei is the first one to be introduced, and I believe she will not be the last. When I talk about the second volume - the witch and demon calamity, someone should come forward to recruit me! ]

His sight was immediately retracted on the second floor. Tianxuan quickly left Bashu Building and walked towards his home, with this thought in his mind.

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Snapped!
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Tianxuan reached out, pushed open the wooden door, and stepped into the yard.

Suddenly, a strong wind came, and a bronze forged, three feet and seven inches long single sword was thrown directly at Tianxuan. Tianxuan stretched out his hand and grabbed the single sword, which weighed ten pounds and was extremely heavy for an ordinary child. Although the length of this bronze sword was similar to Tianxuan's height at the moment, he held it in his hand and it looked very real.

"Tianxuan, practice the Ten Blood Battle Styles ten times."

The old man sat on a small stool, and he had thrown the single-edged sword to Tianxuan. Seeing Tianxuan catch the single-edged sword effortlessly, his cold eyes softened slightly and he gave an order.

"Yes, Grandpa."

Tianxuan responded respectfully and waved the sword in his hand.

The two armies faced each other, showing their sharp edges. The light cavalry rushed out, took the items in the bag, and won the battle in one battle. They attacked the strong and destroyed the weak. The army has no constant situation. Life and death, life and death, avoid the strong, and rule the world!

The sword was wielded endlessly, and Tianxuan's small body was hidden in the layers of sword light, which gradually condensed into the power of Gangqi, and added to the blade in his hand. The clusters of sword light gathered into flowers that bloomed one after another. The whole courtyard, because of Tianxuan's sword practice, the heavy and suppressed aura gradually took shape.

The old man under the eaves saw this scene and nodded repeatedly.

Tianxuan has almost mastered the ten moves of the bloody battle. What he lacks is actual combat experience and the murderous spirit that can be tempered in the fights among thousands of troops. Ding!
When the sun completely disappeared into the western horizon, Tianxuan finished his practice. He retracted the blade, and the bronze sword rang in Tianxuan's hand without wind, as if this sword made by the blacksmith was endowed with spirituality and couldn't wait to drink blood.

"Okay, go to bed!"

In the future, even homebodies can take a bath every day if they want. However, Tianxuan's current family situation does not allow him to take a bath every day. Moreover, bathing is too easy to be attacked by wind and cold, and it also requires charcoal baking, which is another expense. Combined with multiple factors, when Tianxuan finished practicing, the old man let him go to bed directly.

"Yes, Grandpa."

Tianxuan also understood this logic, so he responded and walked obediently towards his room.

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Buzz!
Night falls in Tianxuan's room.

Tianxuan's small body sat cross-legged on the grey bedding, silently circulating his innate qi.

Although he has cultivated true Qi, Tianxuan wants to transform it into the more powerful Gang Qi. Strands of pure true Qi flow through his meridians, following the trajectory of the innate Gang Qi. Every time he completes a small circulation, a strand of true Qi is transformed into Gang Qi.

In martial arts, letting one's own true qi flow through the required meridians is called a small circulation; if one penetrates the twelve normal meridians and eight extraordinary meridians of the human body, one can let the true qi flow through all twenty meridians, which is called a large circulation. With Tianxuan's current cultivation, he cannot achieve a large circulation.

But, the small circulation can still be done.

In his past and present lives, countless bloody examples have told Tianxuan that at the most critical moment, only when one is strong can one be truly strong. Therefore, although his life has initially settled down, Tianxuan has never relaxed his efforts to strengthen himself. If he needs to tell stories during the day, he will practice internal skills instead of sleeping at night.

[This world is full of dangers. Not to mention, Brother Zheng is likely another time traveler! ]

While transforming his shallow true qi into strong qi, such thoughts arose in Tianxuan's heart.

It has been two years since he came to Qin. Tianxuan is neither deaf nor blind. He has witnessed with his own eyes the yellowish white paper, and the movable type made of clay, which quickly printed the manuscript on the white paper. Tianxuan has inquired about it, and the movable type printing and paper were developed by the craftsmen of the General Works Supervisor with the idea provided by Zhengge.

There was even a person in the Qin court who should have died several years ago.

Prince Han Fei! He was the chief censor of Qin State and one of Zheng Ge's most trusted ministers.

All of this really makes Tianxuan wonder if Zheng Ge is a time traveler?
boom!
Although Tianxuan's mind was in a mess, his heart remained calm, like the surface of an almost abandoned ancient well. After an unknown amount of time, a low muffled sound burst out from Tianxuan's body. With the sudden change, Tianxuan, who had his eyes tightly closed, suddenly felt enlightened.

It was as if everything in front of him had changed, and the true energy flowing through his meridians had completely transformed into condensed and domineering internal energy.

boom!
As his true Qi was completely transformed into Gang Qi, Tian Xuan felt a sense of relief that he had to let out. Before his eyes were fully opened, his short body quickly left the bed, opened the door, and came to the yard that was shrouded in moonlight and looked like a puddle.

He raised his drooping hands, and was ready to try out the palm technique taught by the Straw Raincoat Man: Misty and Illusionary Palm. The mist that had accumulated during the night was attracted and swirled around Tianxuan.

(End of this chapter)