Volume 1: The Days of Mixing with Bandits Chapter 1: Master Hongyuan

  "Hmph!!"

  A mouthful of golden blood turned into a bloody mist scattered on the bluish-gray ground...... In the depths of the chaotic purple palace, the ancestor of Taoism, Hong Jun, looked at the constantly flowing chaotic air outside with a bitter face and sighed endlessly.

  This was his nine hundred and ninety-ninth attempt to break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Way, but every time he was about to succeed, the Heavenly Way's Dharma Wheel would use that tiny bit of true spirit it had merged with him to lock him back in place. It was said that he had merged with the Heavenly Way to become the first saint of heaven and earth, but only he himself knew the bitterness within.

  Merging with the Heavenly Dao was not his intention, he originally wanted to rely on the rules within the Heavenly Dao to perfect his own Dao, but unexpectedly everything fell into the trap of the Heavenly Dao. Even if he had boundless magical powers at this moment, the Heavenly Dao's Dharma Wheel, as a Chaotic Spirit Treasure, firmly locked away Hong Jun's true spirit, and without sufficient external force, it was impossible for his true spirit to return to his physical body.

  In this universe, once a cultivator starts cultivating, he will be locked in by the Heavenly Dao and allowed to cultivate using the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy that has been transformed by him. Therefore, those who cultivate relying on the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy have already combined with the Heavenly Dao, and there is no way to unlock the constraints of Hong Jun.

  After the 999th struggle with Tiandao, the information passed on to Hongjun by the Tiandao Falun was that if he resisted once more, his true spirit would be completely destroyed, and without his true spirit, his mortal body and soul would also perish. As a cultivator bound by Tiandao, Hongjun still felt extremely terrified despite having a magical power comparable to Tiandao's.

  Hong Jun sat foolishly in the Purple Mansion for tens of millions of years, but didn't dare to have a change of heart and contend with the Heavenly Way again. He lowered his head to gaze at the endless starry sky wrapped in chaos and other worlds outside of chaos. After thinking for tens of thousands of years, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved his hand to retrieve the Fenbao Rock that was floating outside the Purple Mansion.

  He secretly despised the three thousand powerful beings who had come to the Zixuan Palace to listen to the Tao, and at that time he was forced by the Heavenly Dao to divide the treasures among the powerful beings. They didn't even let go of a single inferior acquired treasure, but this piece of rock, comparable to the Chaos Spirit Treasure, was not looked upon by anyone.

  He had long since entered the Heavenly Dao and cast his true spirit into the Heavenly Dao Law Wheel, after which the countless Dharmas were of no use to him. Therefore, this piece of Primordial Chaos Stone was not even thought of as a Dharma treasure by him, and he casually threw it outside the Zi Xuan Palace, letting it absorb the boundless Primordial Chaos Qi at will.

  After countless calamities, this piece of primordial chaos stone gathered infinite chaotic energy yet still failed to form a Chaos Spirit Treasure. However, the impurities within it were refined by the pure chaotic energy, leaving not even half a shred remaining.

  "Hah!"

  In the depths of chaos, only a wave of Hong Jun's large hand was seen, and a purple flame of hundreds of millions of feet rose in the midst of chaos.

  Before this, he used his already powerful Fa to isolate the surrounding hundreds of millions of kilometers from the universe's consciousness, so what he was doing here the universe had no way of knowing, unless at that moment the universe's Fa wheel dared to forcibly break into this space. But once the universe's Fa wheel is not within the universe's range, the outside world without the control of the Fa wheel will immediately collapse and return to chaos.

  But if the real world that is responsible for managing the world were to disappear, the Hong Jun Dao Zu who was controlled by it would naturally be freed from the disappearance of the Tao, so as a most selfish thing, the Tao would not do such a foolish thing.

  Hongjun threw hundreds of millions of zhang-sized fragmented precious rocks into the continuously absorbing chaotic air and burning Zixiao fire, and it wasn't until after 9,000 years that the fragmented precious rocks slowly dissolved under the Zixiao fire.

  As billions of seals and techniques were poured into the already melted **, the originally enormous Split Treasure Rock gradually shrunk until it reached a size of only 9,999 years. Hong Jun then gathered up his techniques and a crystal clear bead the size of a marble fell into his palm. Looking at the bead, Hong Jun softly said: "To break through the Heavenly Way, you have emerged, not falling to immortals or gods, exterminating all living things to create the Great Way, exchanging systems until now! You are an innocent and harmless Chaos Spirit Treasure! From now on, let's call you the Enemy Killing Merit Exchange System! My final hope is placed in your effect!"

  Division line

  "The big knife chops down on the devils' heads, fellow countrymen who love our nation, the day of resistance war has arrived, the day of resistance war has arrived......"

  A loud and clear song echoed in front of the Heroes Monument at Tiananmen Square in Beijing early in the morning, causing passersby and people exercising to stop in their tracks. They stared at the young man standing in front of the monument, singing a red song with a calm expression and bright eyes.

  Everyone who passes by here every day knows that he has been singing red songs in front of the monument for 100 days.

  At first, as soon as he opened his mouth, the crowd of people going to work or exercising in the morning would gather around curiously, making him feel very embarrassed, and his singing voice would always sound a bit off-key due to everyone's attention.

  However, when he sang to the twentieth day, he finally could ignore everything around him and sing a more spirited song than on the radio. Even though someone was worried that he would cause trouble due to mental illness and Tiananmen police station sent police to find him twice, he still appeared in front of the monument undeterred.

  For a patriotic young man who likes to sing red songs in front of monuments, the police just come to take a look and don't dare say a word, let alone the fact that he leaves immediately after singing and doesn't affect others. This can also be considered as his free patriotic education for the country!

  "Master! I'm back!"

  In a small bungalow on the outskirts of Beijing, a young man who had been singing in front of a monument an hour ago pushed open the door and shouted loudly.

  His name is Xu Fei, a abandoned orphan who was left at the hospital door by his biological parents on the day he was born. He was later picked up and raised by a passing master.

  Singing red songs was something his master had insisted on, as for why his master never told him, not even the name Xu Fei was chosen by his master at random, and had nothing to do with the parents who abandoned him.

  "Xiao Fei! You're back!"

  A tall and thin old man wearing a long gown walked out, with a low and hoarse voice that had some penetration power, looking at Xu Fei and saying. If someone looked closely at the old man's attire at this time, they would find that he was actually an old Taoist priest in his sixties or seventies who wore a Taoist robe and tied his hair into a Taoist bun.

  "Master, let's have some tea."

  Xu Fei poured a pot of flower tea for his master and placed it on the tea table before sitting down quietly in front of him.

  All these years with Master, Xu Fei always had a well-behaved appearance, because from an early age, whenever he made a mistake, Master would make him recite a mysterious and inexplicable Huanyuan Scripture.

  At the age of three, he could recite the Huanyuan Scripture with hundreds of thousands of words fluently, and by the age of five, he could recite it backwards, which shows that Xu Fei was not a well-behaved child when he was young.

  But to say that Xu Fei's memory has been stronger than countless people since he was a child, at the age of five, his master sent him to school, and at the age of eight, he graduated from elementary school. When he was in high school, he was not yet twelve years old. If it weren't for his master reminding him, he almost scored full marks on the college entrance exam that year. Even so, he still scored extremely high and became one of the youngest students to study at Peking University's Department of Philosophy, learning a lot of useless knowledge.

  After graduating from college, his master didn't let him find a job. Xu Fei also didn't know where his master got so much money from. In the past few years, he took him to travel around every country in the world and went to places where Chinese people lived to understand their treatment.

  It wasn't until the end that Xu Fei finally realized that the status of Chinese people in the world was actually lower than that of black Africans, and it wasn't until his master explained it to him that he understood why Chinese people had no status in the world.

  But what Xu Fei gained the most from this trip around the world was not just understanding the bitter history of the Chinese people, but also learning dozens of foreign languages through constant communication with foreigners.

  But soon after returning from the trip, his master began to teach him red songs from the war years to the early 1980s. As soon as he learned them, his master actually asked him to sing loudly in front of the Hero's Monument. If it weren't for his extensive travels and experiences over the years, he would have been too embarrassed to sing in front of everyone at Tiananmen Square!

  Today is the last day his master asked him to sing red songs, Xu Fei, who has been obedient for many years under his master's strict control, did not dare to pretend at all, nor did he know what other skills his master had. As long as he made a mistake, when he got home, he would be asked to recite books directly, and even denial was useless. His master could clearly say the time, place, people, and what happened when he made mistakes, so in these days, he learned to sing with correct pronunciation and tone, which is not inferior to ordinary singers.

  Xu Fei looked at his master and said in a low voice, "Master, why do you always make me do these strange things? When I was young, you made me go to Shenzhen, the forefront of reform and opening up, to see the development of people's lives. But instead of letting me enjoy the progress, you made me observe those corrupt officials and capitalists who only cared about their own interests. After I started reading books, you sent me to all the old revolutionary areas. Everywhere I went, I saw cities' economies developing rapidly, but you made me go to the most remote places to see people still living in poverty. When I grew up, you took me on a tour around the world, only to show me how Chinese people were treated poorly everywhere we went. And now that I'm back, you're making me sing red songs! What's the point of all this?"

  Xu Fei's master had always been relatively easy to talk to, of course that was when Xu Fei hadn't made any mistakes. But he had asked these questions dozens of times already, yet his master had never answered him before. Today, however, his master seemed particularly happy. He gently stroked his long beard with hands that were still as delicate as a baby's, looked at Xu Fei with a faint smile, and then slowly said: "Little Fei, do you still remember what your master's name is?"

  Xu Fei habitually replied immediately: "Yeah, Master is called Red Army!"