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

Chapter 146 You really have it!
"Master, what is 'capturing the dragon'?" Sun Xiuqing asked in a trembling voice, somewhat taken aback.

Dugu Yihe coldly said, "The number one divine weapon of all time."

He remained expressionless as he spoke, but his eyes shone even brighter.

"Oh," Sun Xiuqing responded, and then fell silent.

Dugu Yihe frowned and looked at her: "Is this all you're going to do?"

Sun Xiuqing smoothed her hair and said softly, "Qing'er doesn't know anything about this 'Number One Divine Weapon.' How should I react?"

Dugu Yihe sighed: "With your unambitious and non-competitive nature, you're going to have a hard time getting married in the future."

Sun Xiuqing smiled and took her master's arm, saying, "I won't get married. I'll stay with you, Master, and take care of you until the end!"

"Nonsense!" Dugu Yihe's voice remained cold and hard, but his gaze softened considerably. He explained, "This is a magical blade, its length and shape can be adjusted at will, and it can extend and retract freely. Once this sword is drawn, all other blades will submit!"

Sun Xiuqing was startled and blurted out in a trembling voice, "What, what's the difference between this and myths and legends?"

Dugu Yihe glanced at her and said unhurriedly, "There's no difference! That's why 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon' has always been number one on the weapon ranking list. For a hundred years now, countless martial artists have been fanatical about it and have been pursuing it with great enthusiasm!"

Sun Xiuqing then realized what was happening and asked, "Master, you just said 'The Dragon Captures the World,' do you mean that the divine sword has reappeared in the martial world?"

Dugu Yihe said, "Yes, and the master of the divine sword has done something great!"

Sun Xiuqing asked, "What important matter?"

"Master Kuqing, the head of the Bodhidharma Institute of Shaolin Temple, died under the 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon'!"

Sun Xiuqing swallowed hard several times to calm her fear, but she couldn't utter a word.

Dugu Yihe glanced at her, then put his hands behind his back and said, "The letter just now was sent by Jin Jiuling, the 'Number One Constable in the World.' The letter said that the Bitter Love Master was cut in half from head to crotch in his seclusion, leaving a crack on the ground that was several inches deep and several feet long, which is the sword mark."

Dugu Yihe said with a solemn expression, "Jin Jiuling said that the entire secluded place was not broken into, but a sword several feet long was used at the skylight to kill Master Kuqing and leave this mark on the bluestone bricks."

Sun Xiuqing murmured, "The bluestone slabs of Shaolin have been polished to an extremely hard state over the years, yet this sword blade cuts through the rock as easily as slicing through mud."

"So, what weapon in the world is so long and so sharp?"

Sun Xiuqing's body trembled, and four words escaped her lips: "Divine Sword Captures the Dragon!"

Dugu Yihe nodded, looking at the darkening sky outside the door, and said in a cold voice, "Moreover, Jin Jiuling gave me some information." He turned to his female disciple and shouted, "Xiuqing!"

Sun Xiuqing's expression turned serious, and she asked, "Is your disciple here?"

Dugu Yihe said coldly with a stern face, "Pass down the order: monitor the entire Emei area with full force. If you find a young man in white robes, a girl in a floral jacket, or a young man with a missing arm driving a donkey cart up the mountain, report it immediately without fail!"

"Yes, Master!"
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As the sun sets, the afterglow is like mist, and the world is desolate.

Ren Shaoyang watched as three strong horses galloped toward him, each carrying a Taoist priest with a thin sword on his back.

Clearly, they are from the Emei Sect.

The Taoist priests frowned when they saw the young man in white robes driving a carriage from afar, and rode over at full speed.

Just then, the carriage curtain was opened.

A girl in red and a young man in black robes peeked out.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stared intently and saw that the girl's round face was quite cute, and the young man in black robes had both arms intact and seemed very honest.

The young man in white robes also looked lazy, which contrasted with the other two.

He appeared to be very kind and approachable.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's expression softened, and he cupped his hands in greeting, asking, "Young men and women, what brings you up the mountain?"

The young man in the white robe remained silent.

Hongxiu chuckled, "Uncle Taoist priest, let's go up and watch the sunrise."

The middle-aged Taoist priest was touched by the girl's smile and couldn't help but relax his brows. He said gently, "Then you must be careful. Things are not peaceful here on Mount Emei recently. A great enemy is coming. You'd better come back to visit after a while."

The little beggar raised an eyebrow, a puzzled look on his face, and asked, "Uncle, what kind of formidable enemy could make the renowned Emei Sect so vigilant?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head, his voice extremely low: "I'm not quite sure either. We'll just obey the sect leader's orders." After saying that, he gave a few more instructions, then rode away with the two men behind him.

As she watched their disappearing figures, Hongxiu's smile slowly faded.

Ren Shaoyang stared blankly at the blood-red sunset in the sky.

Seeing their somber faces, Ding An looked somewhat bewildered and asked Ren Shaoyang, "Crippled man, what do you know?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "That Taoist priest just glanced at your right arm more than ten times."

Ding An was taken aback, raised his prosthetic hand, and a hint of unease appeared on his face.

"Are they trying to steal my treasure?"

"Go aside!"

Hongxiu elbowed him, causing Ding'an to tumble back into the carriage with a cry of "Ouch!"

The beggar looked at Ren Shaoyang and said in a deep voice, "They're here for us."

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "Ding'an's features are too obvious."

"But we didn't do anything wrong!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, then shook his head, and said, "We are honest with everyone else. But with one person, we are very, very bad people."

Hongxiu thought for a moment, then suddenly realized and said, "Qingyi Tower, Huo Xiu!"

“That’s right.” Ren Shaoyang’s eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he said decisively, “We’ve only been gone a few days, and they’ve already sent the news to Mount Emei. It’s obvious they want Dugu Yihe to deal with us.”

Hongxiu shook her head: "For the righteous path to deal with us, they must regard us as demons."

What will they do?

The two men looked at each other and smiled, then said in unison, "Let's throw mud at each other."

Ren Shaoyang continued, "Or rather, spreading rumors that we possess some divine weapons, unparalleled martial arts skills, or gold and silver treasures."

Hongxiu pursed her lips, blinked her big eyes, and said, "Crippled man, this doesn't seem to be a rumor."

The two were silent for a moment, then cursed in unison, "Damn Qingyi Tower!"

At this moment, the night deepens and the wind grows cooler.

Although there is no rain tonight, the spring chill is still lingering.

The woods ahead were pitch black. The woods were unusually deep, the foliage incredibly dense; after walking a while, even the starlight and moonlight disappeared. Endless darkness stretched ahead, so deep you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Moreover, the forest was unusually damp, the soil was soft, and the tire tracks got stuck in it, sounding like they had run over some animal carcass, which always sent chills down one's spine.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew, rustling the leaves. The surrounding sounds of insects and birds, which were usually quite varied, now gave one the feeling of entering a deathly place.

Suddenly, figures flashed, and more than a dozen figures in black flew out of the tree. At the same time, several beams of light followed.

Ren Shaoyang looked up, flicked his sleeve, and instantly swept away all the hidden weapons flying.

He suddenly extended his right palm and pressed it lightly against the head of one of the people.

These dozen or so martial arts masters, each with their own unique skills, suddenly witnessed a terrifying scene.

Just listen to a "pop" sound.

The man was still several feet away from Ren Shaoyang, but the palm wind was like a raging wave, as if he had been struck on the head by a giant pestle. Instantly, red and white sprayed out, and the corpse flew back.

Immediately afterwards, a white shadow flashed and appeared in mid-air, striking with a palm strike that killed both of them instantly upon landing.

Ren Shaoyang moved like a ghost, spinning around and unleashing seven palm strikes in quick succession. All of them missed their targets in the chest and were sent flying backward!

In the blink of an eye.

The dozen or so men in black pounced out, then immediately flew back.

It's like playing a video in reverse.

They came as renowned masters, but returned as nothing more than mutilated corpses.

Ren Shaoyang flashed back into the car and said calmly, "Still from Qingyi Tower."

Ding'an poked his head out, frowning, and said, "Are they still haunting us?"

Hongxiu also withdrew her smile and said coldly, "It's like a toad crawling on your foot, it doesn't bite but it disgusts you."

Ren Shaoyang said, "After we get to the underground palace, we'll go all out to hunt down Huo Xiu, until he's dead."

Hongxiu shook her head: "Crippled man, go find Huo Xiu first! The underground palace is there, you can go anytime."

Ding An leaned out of the carriage and said earnestly, "Little beggar, we won't give up something that will make you happy for a bastard. We'll store that bastard's head for a few days and retrieve it later; it won't make a difference."

“Ding’an is right,” Ren Shaoyang laughed. “Why should we change our plans for someone who is destined to die? Delaying his death by a few days won’t affect anything.”

Hongxiu laughed and said, "I was being too attached to appearances."

The mountain road ahead was rugged, so they got off the donkey cart and let the white donkey go down the mountain to wait for them.

Ren Shaoyang led Ding An to the original wellhead halfway up the mountain, and they went down into the well together.

They swam down the river and entered the underground palace again.

After walking for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, looking at the eight walls that were both familiar and unfamiliar, the three of them smiled at each other.

Turning the winch, the door to the secret chamber opened with a click, and the dazzling jewels once again dazzled the eye.

This time, however, both Ding'an and Hongxiu appeared much calmer.

The first time I came here, I regarded this place as an unexpected windfall.

However, this time he came with the intention of checking his own secret stash of money.

Different thoughts lead to different mindsets.
Ren Shaoyang sat on the floor of the secret room, watching Ding An and Hongxiu pick and choose, and then take away some more things.

Once they had taken what they needed, they dusted themselves off, stood up, and looked around.

"Let's go, let's get on with the work."

After leaving the underground palace, the three of them strode down the mountain along the original path. At this moment, the wind picked up, making the leaves of the surrounding trees rustle loudly.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, they found the donkey cart parked next to a large rock.

On the rock sat a man dressed in black.

The man was pale-faced, with a straight back, five strands of black beard fluttering in the wind, and a long sword lying across his knees.

The sword was wide and long, with a bright brass hilt. The scabbard, however, was quite old and had a small Bagua symbol embedded in it, which was the mark of the sword of the Emei sect leader.

Upon seeing the three, Dugu Yihe's face darkened, and he coldly asked, "What are you doing up the mountain?" His voice was harsh and deep, like muffled thunder.

Ren Shaoyang and the other two ignored him and walked toward the donkey cart with sullen faces.

Seeing their rudeness, Dugu Yihe's face darkened further. Without raising a hand or moving a foot, he had already placed the stone down, blocking the way for the crowd, and coldly said:
"Are you mute? Answer me!"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways and said indifferently, "So what if we're back in the same old place?"

"Old territory?" Dugu Yihe glanced at him and sneered, "You few demons consider my Emei Sect to be your old territory?"

Ren Shaoyang asked, "What did we do to be called demons?"

Dugu Yihe sneered, "Dare to do it but not dare to admit it? Hmph, you despicable person!"

Ren Shaoyang turned around and glanced at Hongxiu and Ding'an, who were also looking at Dugu Yihe with stern faces.

Ren Shaoyang turned around and said very seriously, "I'm in a really bad mood today, and I really want to hit someone."

Dugu Yihe snorted coldly, and the stones beneath his feet immediately shattered. The veins on his palms bulged, and his Taoist robe fluttered without wind.

"You want to beat people, but I want to kill even more?" He sneered and said sharply, "I ask you, did you kill Master Kuqing of Shaolin?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Why are you so sure it's us?"

"What?" Dugu Yihe chuckled, "Just because you're the master of the 'Dragon-Capturing Divine Sword,' is that enough?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and said, "Since you know that, why do you still dare to provoke me?"

Dugu Yihe's sneer froze instantly.

He took a deep breath, carefully scanned Ren Shaoyang's entire body, and asked hesitantly, "You, do you really have the 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon'?"

Ren Shaoyang, shrugging, said, "See? You ask right away. I admit it, but you're still not happy?"

When others believe you have weapons of mass destruction, you'd better actually have them.

Dugu Yihe asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?"

Ren Shaoyang suddenly threw a punch: "Your father!"

(End of this chapter)