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

Chapter 138 Heading to the Next Martial World (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The sun rises high, the sky clears after the snow, and low-hanging clouds, like heavy curtains, shroud the winding mountains.

In the small pavilion in the backyard of Taibai Residence.

Ren Shaoyang finally brought down the last stroke of his slender paintbrush, outlining a design with minimalist lines.

The design drawing depicts an extremely rugged wooden prosthetic hand, resembling a skinned skeleton with its five thin, bony fingers giving it a menacing appearance.

After he finished labeling each component, as well as the required materials and dimensions.

After a long time, Ren Shaoyang finally completed this masterpiece. Satisfied, he put down his brush and, after admiring it, exclaimed that it was art.

He looked up and saw Ding An, Hong Xiu, Wan Chunliu, Da Miao, and the white donkey all staring at him with blank expressions.

Ren Shaoyang slapped his forehead: "That's how it is."

"So, young master, you had a dream." Wan Chunliu's lips twitched slightly. "And upon waking up, you were able to design such a precise and complex prosthetic hand, yet made of simple materials and capable of being disassembled and replaced at any time?"

Ren Shaoyang tilted his head back and forced himself to say, "Yeah, that's exactly the point."

Wan Chunliu nearly ripped his beard off, sighing, "Young master, you can fool yourself, but don't try to fool me into thinking I'm a Japanese pirate."

For the first time, Ren Shaoyang felt a little guilty: "I found a brilliant person in my dream to help me design it, why don't you believe me?"

Wan Chunliu said expressionlessly, "Young master, you should just treat me as a Japanese pirate."

"and many more!"

Ding An realized what was happening, carefully picked up the design drawings, and exclaimed with shining eyes, "This, this is really feasible?!"

"Oh, don't worry!" Hongxiu patted his shoulder. "In the story that the cripple told us when he woke up last time, there was a very clever man who was particularly good at divination and mechanics."

Ding An's eyes lit up: "Right, right! The cripple went to see him again, didn't he?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, ruffled the tiger's head, and said with a smile under Da Miao's mournful gaze, "This is just a beginner's version." He then pointed to the markings on the blueprint, "Look, see?"

The little beggar, clutching the tiger's head, craned his neck to look: "Additional components proposed: magnetite, grappling hook, and thunderbolt."

Ding An exclaimed in surprise, "Can it hold so much stuff?"

"Of course!" Ren Shaoyang laughed. "Once we find better materials and the prosthetic arm is stronger, we can put all sorts of things inside, like spatulas, fishing nets, and fishing rods."

The little beggar's big eyes suddenly lit up, and he raised his hand high, shouting, "Can you fill this with chestnut cake?"

Ren Shaoyang and Ding An asked in confusion, "Why would we need to install that thing?"

The little beggar grinned and said, "As soon as I shout 'Fire!', chestnut cakes will shoot out of Ding'an's hand with a 'bang'."

She made an explosion gesture, then jumped up from her seat, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Wouldn't it be wonderful if I just ate them one by one?"

As he spoke, his expression changed, and his younger sister also appeared and gave a thumbs up.

After careful consideration, Ding An said seriously, "Little beggar, it's not good to throw it out like that for you to catch in your mouth. It makes you look like Big Meow."

Big Meow looked completely bewildered.
Ding An looked at Shao Yang: "Could we change it to me snapping my fingers, and then the chestnut cake pops out, and I hold it in my hand and feed it to her?"

Hongxiu was overjoyed: "This is good, this is good!"

No, you really want to do it this way?
Liang Xiao is about to upgrade your weapon to the "Hidden Dragon" version!

It's terrifying!

Ren Shaoyang slapped his forehead: "It's over. From now on, Ding'an's prosthetic arm will no longer be used for fighting, but purely as Doraemon's dimensional bag."

Seeing Hongxiu and Ding'an discussing so enthusiastically, even her younger sister would occasionally chime in with a few words.

Wan Chunliu smiled wryly at Ren Shaoyang and said, "Young Master, I still find it hard to believe." He paused, then continued, "Am I getting old?"

"Haha, it's not that you're old, it's that your values ​​have been shaken."

Wan Chunliu didn't know what "values" were, so he remained silent for a while before saying, "By the way, the Murong family sent a letter yesterday."

"Oh?" Ren Shaoyang's expression shifted. "What did you write?"

Wan Chunliu smiled and said, "Murong Jiu and Black Spider are preparing for their wedding and have specially sent over wedding invitations."

Wow~!

That kid is really something!
Ren Shaoyang sighed, "I never thought I'd be so wrong about someone." He suddenly smiled, "I'm also glad I was wrong."

Wan Chunliu said, "Black Spider truly cares for Murong Jiu, and the entire Murong family has witnessed this. It's not right to let the two of them stay together without any official status. Now that Murong Jiu's condition is starting to improve, Murong Qiniang has decided to let them get married. Perhaps their happy marriage will help Murong Jiu recover even faster."

Hongxiu walked over.

Taking the wedding invitation from Wan Chunliu, he smiled and said, "We love banquets the most!"

Ding'an nodded repeatedly: "It's lively and bustling, which is great."

Wan Chunliu laughed and said, "Although the Murong family is a martial arts family, the presence of the three of you has really brought them a lot of honor."

Ren Shaoyang put away the sketch, stood up, and cupped his hands to Wan Chunliu, saying, "Elder Wan, you have helped us a lot since we came to this world. We, the three siblings, are very grateful!"

Ding'an and Hongxiu both bowed to him, saying, "Thank you, Grandpa Wan!"

"Oh dear!" Wan Chunliu quickly helped them up. "Young master, Miss Hongxiu, Ding'an, you've made me so uncomfortable! Please get up, please get up!"

Ren Shaoyang took out a book from his sleeve, handed it to him, and said seriously, "This is a collection of forty-nine freehand techniques that I created in my spare time. Please keep it."

"Oh dear, this, this won't do," Wan Chunliu quickly declined.

Who doesn't know that the White-Clad Sword God is the best in the world these days?

He merely instructed Ye Yunuan, the "Fragrance-Painting Swordsman," and a young master was created. There are even rumors that Black Spider also received the inheritance of the Sword God, which is why he was highly regarded and married into the Murong family.

If this book of forty-nine freehand techniques were to become known, it would likely cause another bloodbath.

Ren Shaoyang placed the book in his hands and said with a smile, "If Elder Wan's nephews and nieces have the capacity, they can rely on this book to make a name for themselves and even establish their own school. Consider this my way of expressing my gratitude to you."

Wan Chunliu held the book, his hands trembling. He had so much to say, but in the end, he only bowed deeply: "Thank you, young master!" "Hahaha! Let's go!"

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and, with Hongxiu, Ding'an, a tiger, a donkey, and a cart, walked towards the door.

Three months later, the grass grew tall and the birds sang.

Murong Jiu Mei and Black Spider held a grand wedding, with guests gathering for a lavish banquet.

Gifts were scattered around the room, piled up haphazardly, forming small hills.

Every table in the hall was occupied by guests, and the tables were laden with all kinds of delicacies from land and sea. Servants and maids swarmed about like bees and butterflies, constantly pouring tea and refilling wine, working up a sweat and even losing their voices.

The guests were all prominent figures, yet they kept glancing towards the door.

Suddenly, a servant rushed in and whispered a few words to Murong San Niang.

Everyone in the Murong family jumped to their feet and hurried to the door, eagerly awaiting their arrival.

This action immediately caused a stir in the hall, and the guests were all very surprised, wondering who had such influence.
After a while, the sound of wheels rolling over the stone road was heard, and a donkey cart appeared at the door.

The members of the Murong family rushed forward to greet them.

Suddenly someone laughed and said, "Hurry up, we three siblings didn't arrive too late, did we?"

Everyone looked over and saw a girl in a white robe and a young man with a missing arm getting out of the car.

They were all smiling, looking at each other like young people visiting their families, extremely amiable.

The third daughter of the Murong family stepped forward, bowed, and said with a smile, "It is our honor that the three of you could come to our Murong family. The wedding banquet is about to begin, and you have come at the perfect time!"

To be honest, no one present had ever seen Murong San Niang smile like that before.

When they looked up again, they couldn't help but gasp.

The Sword God, the Blood-Clad Man, and the Blade Emperor all arrived at the Murong family!

Does the Murong family have such great influence?
Do not!
Instantly, everyone's eyes were drawn to the boy with big eyes who was smiling like a fool.

"Could the legend be true? Could the Black Spider really have the legacy of a sword god?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and smiled, "It's good that you're not late." He walked up with a smile, took Black Spider's hand, shook it, and said, "Now you have achieved your goal, but I was wrong."

Black Spider blinked his big eyes, revealing a hint of warmth, and said with a smile, "Big brother, if you hadn't helped Ninth Sister before you left, we wouldn't have gotten married so quickly."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I have sown good seeds. If you do not persevere, how can you expect to reap good results?"

Everyone laughed.

After the Murong family members welcomed the three inside, they saw that the hall was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

The head of the Murong family officiated at the wedding of Ninth Sister, while Ren Shaoyang officiated at the wedding of Black Spider, who had lost both parents.

After the wedding ceremony, the newlyweds are escorted to their bridal chamber.

The group began to eat and toast each other. During this time, seeing that Ren Shaoyang's expression was indifferent, none of them dared to step forward.

On the contrary, although Hongxiu was known as the "Blood-Clad Woman", she had a likable personality and was cheerful. She mingled with everyone and the scene became lively.

After the wedding, Ren Shaoyang and his two companions stayed for a few more days at the enthusiastic invitation of the Murong family and Black Spider. Afterwards, ignoring any attempts to persuade them to stay, they drove their donkey cart to Sichuan.

The purpose of this trip is to find treasure in the underground palace; I plan to collect some more gold coins before leaving.

After all, with three people, a donkey, and a tiger, traveling the world, they need a lot of income to eat and feed themselves. At this time, having a treasure trove that can continuously generate gold coins would be fantastic.

The little beggar asked, "Hey, cripple, what did the black spider give you?"

"Here!" Ren Shaoyang spread his hands, revealing several strands of silk as white as snow, "Black Spider's unique thousand-year-old South Sea Divine Spider silk!"

"This is a real treasure!"

The little beggar quickly grabbed a wooden box and put it in.

"Yes, this silk thread is extremely tough, impervious to water and fire, and has excellent elasticity. It's also not as sharp as the golden silkworm silk, making it perfect for use as a prosthetic arm!"

Ding An popped his head out from the roof of the car and said with a grin, "Crippled guy, where did you go the other day?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I asked someone for some things." He paused, then added, "We'll need them later."

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow: "Lianxing?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed, "I can't hide it from you." As he spoke, his expression became proud, "Little beggar!"

"Have!"

Red-sleeved kitten salutes.

"Ding'an!"

"OK!"

The roof of the car in Ding'an is visible.

"are you ready?"

Ding'an and the little beggar nodded in unison: "Ready!"

With a slap on the donkey's rump, the vehicle sped up, and the shadowy figure of a tiger could be vaguely seen running alongside in the nearby woods.

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Alright, let's go to the next martial arts world!"

"Great!"

(End of this chapter)