Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 133 Mission Completed, New Goal

Ren Shaoyang watched silently as Yaoyue jumped off the cliff.

My body, which had been tense, finally relaxed a little.

While the "Sword Silk Crossing the Void" and "Sword Light" techniques were powerful, they also consumed a great deal of internal energy. In just a few breaths, he felt exhausted.

Ren Shaoyang gazed into the distance, the outline of the Kunlun Mountains coming into full view.

A cold wind suddenly rises, and the first rays of dawn break; it is already early morning.

Turning back, Ren Shaoyang's gaze swept over the group of heroes whose faces were filled with fervor.

Everyone snapped out of their daze; the battle had been breathtaking and far beyond anyone's wildest imagination!
The various sect leaders exchanged glances, knowing that the "Sword God" was not only renowned for his unparalleled swordsmanship.

His extraordinary treasure, the "Divine Sword Capturing Dragon," and his divine skills, "Sword Aura" and "Sword Silk Crossing the Void," are also rare throughout history.

Not to mention that no one in the world can stop him, perhaps only if Bodhidharma or Zhang Sanfeng were resurrected could they subdue him.

Five unparalleled masters engaged in a fierce battle, unleashing a barrage of ultimate techniques.

Sword energy crisscrossed, and blade light blazed fiercely!

His body was like a ghost, his sword like lightning, his blade like fire, a demonic blade and a bloody shadow!
Yan Nantian, Yaoyue, the Blood-Clad Man of Kunlun, and Ding'an are four top masters. Any one of them would be an invincible genius in the martial arts world.

To put it bluntly, all the people present combined wouldn't be enough to defeat any one of them.

but.

Even these four formidable masters were no match for the sword god clad in white robes!

At the Kunlun Sword Tournament, the Sword God defeated four peerless masters single-handedly, forced the Palace Master of Yaoyue to her death, and stood alone atop the mountain.

From now on.

He is a legend in the martial arts world!

"Princess Yaoyue really committed suicide? This female demon is finally dead?"

"What exactly is the Sword God's technique of turning his sword into silk, causing it to flash all over the field?"

"Sword light! Blade light! The path ahead is clear for us martial artists; we will die without regret!"

"After this battle, all swordsmen in the world took pride in wearing white."

Ximen Changhai sighed, "With the Sword God before us, who dares to claim invincibility, who dares to say they are undefeated?" At this point, he suddenly glanced at Ye Yunuan, "Fennel Leaf, didn't you receive the Sword God's inheritance?"

Before Ye Yunuan could speak, she suddenly felt countless burning gazes shooting out from all directions.
Enraged, he cried out: Changhai, I...!

The crowd parted like waves, revealing a passage, where Yan Nantian strode up to Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang looked at him with a smile.

Hongxiu and Ding'an appeared on his left and right sides at some point.

And there was that tiger that had somehow slipped in from somewhere, its furtive movements making it a menacing sight to Yan Nantian.

It's truly a case of the tiger relying on its master's power.

Yan Nantian stopped in front of Ren Shaoyang, glanced at the tiger, and then clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Shaoyang, I admire you. From now on, you are the number one in the world!"

As soon as these words were spoken, cheerful music could be heard from afar, and cheers from the crowd continued.

Ding'an and Hongxiu were also in high spirits.

Suddenly, Hongxiu took out a suona from her bosom and started playing it towards the edge of the cliff. The sound was high-pitched and the music was familiar, indicating that she had practiced for a long time!
Ding'an was dumbfounded.

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, "Brother Yan, you flatter me."

Yan Nantian laughed heartily: "With everything settled, I feel relieved. Shall we go back and have a drink?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "I'll follow Brother Yan's arrangements."

Ding An suddenly appeared out of nowhere and asked abruptly, "Uncle Yan, do you want to drink?"

Yan Nantian said loudly, "Let's drink! Let's drink good wine!"

Ding An asked with a grin, "Want to drink Grandpa Wan's 'aphrodisiac' wine?"

Shao Yang was taken aback. He glanced at Yan Nantian, then at Zhang San Niang in the distance, and suddenly realized.

Yan Nantian glared at him angrily, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "You traitor, I think you want to take my sword!"

Hongxiu quickly stepped forward to stop him, and said with a smile, "Uncle Yan, it's not that serious. Ding'an speaks frankly. If you don't want to drink, then don't drink."

"Drink, why wouldn't I drink!" Yan Nantian glanced at him sideways and sneered, "Hmph, last time I drank it and felt hot all over, my pupils bloodshot. This time, it certainly won't be like that!"

He patted the little beggar's head and turned to walk towards Zhang San Niang.

He had only gone halfway when he turned back and gave Da Miao a sharp rap on the head: "Serves you right for baring your teeth at me!"

Big Meow let out a "howl," squinted its eyes, clutched its head, and rolled around on the ground in pain.

Ding'an hesitated for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Is Uncle Yan scolding me?"

"Huh?" Ren Shaoyang's eyes widened. "You can understand me?"

Ding An chuckled, but then asked, "Why did he say he was fine after drinking the 'aphrodisiac' wine this time?"

Shao Yang hesitated for a moment, and before he could answer, he suddenly heard Hongxiu say softly, "He used to be a bachelor, but now he has an aunt."

Ren Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, then slapped Hongxiu on the head: "Well, you know a lot, huh!"

Hongxiu chuckled and tilted her head back, feigning a blank expression: "Brother Shaoyang, it was your sister who was speaking just now."

Ren Shaoyang sneered, "Little beggar, don't play dumb. I'm not blind!"

Hongxiu stuck out her tongue: "Were we found out again?"

At that moment, the sun rose, the sky gradually brightened, the red clouds filled the sky, the mountains were silent, and the howling of the cold wind was particularly loud.

Ren Shaoyang shouted, "Let's go, let's go for a drink!"

The three of them then sat together on Big Meow.

Ren Shaoyang addressed the assembled martial arts practitioners in a loud voice, "Farewell, everyone!"

The little beggar and Ding'an behind them waved and laughed, "Goodbye!"

The heroes laughed heartily and clasped their hands in greeting: "Farewell, Sword God! Farewell, Blood-Clad Man! Farewell, Blade Emperor!"

With a roar, the giant cat stood upright and, under the watchful eyes of thousands of people on the mountaintop, leaped up and bounded along the mountain path.

The sound of the three people talking along the way could be heard on the wind.

"Crippled man, I've earned the title of 'Knife Emperor'!"

"Ha, with your looks and that bandit title of 'Knife Emperor,' you'd probably be hunted down by Junior Sister Feng and her father-in-law." "You always say I look like Junior Sister Feng, just how much do you resemble her?"

"Haha, you'll see when we meet again!"

"Ah, is he in another world? How did you know?"

"You're stupid! The cripple either went there or saw it."

"Yeah, that's true."

The sound dissipated with the wind, and the three people and the tiger disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Ximen Changhai looked at Ye Yunuan and said with a smile, "Fennel Leaf, shall we go have a drink?"

Ye Yu Nuan said, "Is it like a competition after drinking?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Ximen Changhai sighed. "I have many insights to share, and I will return to Wanmei Manor to cultivate in seclusion afterward."

Ye Yunuan sighed, "Wanmei Manor is in Hebei, while I am in the South China Sea. We are now separated by vast distances, and I fear we will never see each other again."

Ximen Changhai smiled slightly: "So what? In the future, I will become the Sword God, and you will become the Sword Immortal. We will shine together from afar, and that will be enough for both of us."

Ye Yunuan said quietly, "No, even if the Sword God were alive, you could not become the Sword God."

Ximen Changhai paused for a moment: "That's true."

Ye Yunuan said seriously, "However, you can become something else."

Ximen Changhai said, "What kind of crap is this?"

Ye Yunuan pulled out "The Water Margin Side Story," waved it around, and said with a wicked grin, "Sword Lust, huh~!"

"groove!"
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That night.

The moon is very round.

Inside the back room of Taibai Residence, a large pot was set up, and some charcoal was added to the small clay stove below, making the fire burn brighter.

The meat and vegetables in the pot were bubbling and steaming, filling the room with a delicious aroma.

Yan Nantian's family, Wan Chunliu, Ren Shaoyang and Ding An sat around the table, staring at the hot pot, speechless.

"Little beggar!"

"Have!"

The little beggar came running in from outside the door with a jar in his hand, giving a little cat salute!
"Where's the pickled garlic?" Ren Shaoyang asked. "Isn't the point of eating hot pot to enjoy this pickled garlic?"

The little beggar held up the jar in his hand and said with a grin, "Here it is! It was pickled a month ago, and it's just right now!"

"Um, Shaoyang," Yan Nantian said awkwardly, "isn't this a bit too much trouble?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "You'll know once you try it." He took the jar from the little beggar and distributed the pickled garlic to them one by one.

"Is it really as delicious as you say?" Zhang Jing scoffed. "I've traveled the world, what haven't I eaten?"

"Hey! Jing'er, how disrespectful!" Yan Nantian frowned. "This is your Uncle Ren."

Zhang Jing said, "He's not even as old as me!"

"That's your uncle too!"

"I'll just call him Brother Ren at most!"

"No!"

Yan Nantian and Zhang Jing started arguing back and forth.

Shao Yang laughed and stopped the two of them, "Oh, that's fine." Looking at Yan Nantian, he said, "Let's still call each other brothers." Looking at Zhang Jing, he added, "He calls me 'brother,' and you call me 'older brother,' it makes sense!"

Yan Nantian and his daughter were taken aback, their expressions somewhat strange.

Wan Chunliu laughed and said, "Young master, don't take advantage of them. The hot pot is ready, let's have a taste."

When Wan Lao said that, everyone realized what was going on, picked up their chopsticks, grabbed some mutton, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in their mouths. Then they ate a clove of pickled garlic.

"Crunch, crunch"

"Wow!" Zhang Jing's eyes lit up. "The pickled garlic is so delicious!"

Everyone looked at each other and laughed, clinking glasses and drinking heartily.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, Yan Nantian took out a book from his pocket and solemnly handed it to Shaoyang: "Shaoyang, this is what you won!"

Ren Shaoyang accepted it with a smile, and at a glance, he saw four big characters written on the cover.

The Divine Skill of the Wedding Dress!
Upon casually flipping through it, one could see numerous small notes, clearly Yan Nantian's annotations. The handwriting was still fresh, indicating that they had been added recently.

Yan Nantian said, "This manual contains my insights and experiences. Whether you are cultivating or absorbing martial arts knowledge, it should be helpful to you."

Ren Shaoyang closed the book, cupped his hands in thanks, and said with a smile, "Thank you very much, Brother Yan."

"Hey!" Yan Nantian waved his hand, "Why are you being so formal with me? Let's drink, let's drink until we're drunk!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Drink, of course we have to drink, drink to our hearts' content!"

Yan Nantian laughed loudly: "Haha, drink up!"

The little beggar and his friends joined in the fun, shouting, "Drink up!"
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The atmosphere inside was lively. The little beggar and Yan Nantian were playing drinking games; Zhang Sanniang looked at the big man with a smile and tender affection; Ding An had already drunk so much that he slipped under the table; and Zhang Jing ran out of the room to find the shy man.

Wan Chunliu looked at everyone with a smile, as if he were looking at his own children.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang sat alone on the roof, his head resting on his arms, gazing up at the full moon in the sky.

His eyes were glazed over, staring at the words appearing in the void.

【Ding! 】

[World Reputation: Unparalleled (Able to cross boundaries at any time)]

[Mission Completed: Reward: Whale Breath Technique]

"The Whale Breath Technique has arrived at just the right time," Ren Shaoyang thought to himself. "The Sword Threads Crossing the Void and the Sword Light consume too much internal energy and cannot be used as regular methods. The Whale Breath Technique's vast internal energy can make up for it."

"besides."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Liang Xiao is so capable, I can ask him to design the prosthetic arm for Ding'an."

"I've done him a great favor, he shouldn't refuse, right?"
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P.S.: I didn't expect everyone to be so dissatisfied with Ren's white-robed form. Sigh, this is an AI image I found on Doubao. I ran a few more yesterday, but I still feel it's not quite right.

Actually, I prefer the white-robed image style of Hong Kong comics, but I'm writing all day long now and really don't have time to translate it.

If you have any great pictures, please remember to share them in the book club circle. If I think they're good, I'll definitely add them!
Hongxiu and her younger sister, Little Cat, salute!
(End of this chapter)