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

Chapter 160 From South to North (Seeking monthly votes!)

The moon peeked out from the distant mountain peaks.

This place is far from the waterfall, so the deafening roar becomes a distant background sound, hidden behind the chirping of insects.

"Ouch! What's going on?"

A mournful cry came from under the tree.

The monk slowly sat up and covered the back of his head.

He was still a little dizzy, so he kept shaking his head, as if trying to break free from the spinning sensation.

After a moment, the monk groaned and turned around to crawl out.

Suddenly, his hand touched something furry.

The monk looked up in a daze and met Big Cat's tiger-like eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

The monk jolted awake, realizing he had touched a tiger's claw. He cried out in alarm and sprang to his feet, trying to escape.

Suddenly, a hand gently landed on his shoulder, and an unparalleled, monstrous strength pressed down instantly.

The monk fell to his knees with a thud, unable to move.

He was alarmed and quickly looked up.

Under the moonlight, there stood a man and a woman.

The man wore a wide robe and long sleeves, looking dashing and debonair, while the woman wore a blood-red short jacket, looking lovely and lively.

The man with his hand on her shoulder had medium-length hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a large nose, giving him an honest and simple air.

The monk immediately became obedient. He felt himself locked in by three streams of energy, and in an instant, his back was covered in sweat. He didn't even dare to run away.

His bald head drooped, and he looked aggrieved, like a wronged little wife.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the monk sideways and asked, "Not thinking about running away anymore?"

"I won't run away! I won't run away!" the monk shook his head repeatedly, answering firmly.

Ren Shaoyang looked him up and down again and asked, "Honest monk?"

"It is I." The honest monk adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable kneeling. "Greetings, Sword God Ren, Blood-Clad Man, and Blade Emperor!"

Ren Shaoyang's clear voice rang out: "Speak, what does this old man want with me?"

The honest monk was somewhat bewildered, paused for a moment, and stammered, unable to speak: "I...I...monk."

The beggar's voice came through: "Take your time, we're not man-eating tigers."

Before the words were finished, a sudden "Awoo!" roared, and a foul stench wafted by; it was Big Meow howling at the moon.

The honest monk shuddered, nearly scared to death, and lamented in his heart, "You are more terrifying than tigers!"

His face flushed red, and he quickly said, "The old man sent me here to congratulate you."

"Interesting."

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu exchanged a glance, then whispered, "Congratulations on what?"

The honest monk cautiously looked up and said, "Congratulations on three things: first, the three martial arts legends have reappeared in the world; second, the three divine weapons have shone brightly once again; and third, we are getting closer to the truth behind the destruction of the Murong family."

Ren Shaoyang's face darkened, and he stared at him intently.

This intense staring made the monk uneasy, his heart pounding in his chest.

After a few breaths of suffocating silence, Ren Shaoyang suddenly chuckled and continued, "I understand. When will he come to see me?"

The honest monk was taken aback again, waved his hands frantically, and said cautiously, "This old man wants you to go to the island."

Before I could finish speaking, I felt the mechanical arm on my shoulder tighten.

The monk was in so much pain that his fat face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

Hongxiu said coldly, "What a big face he has, wanting us to see him?"

Ding'an interjected, "Even the emperor won't do!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Honest monk."

"Ah, ah?" The honest monk stared blankly.

"Tell the old man to come see me after he finishes what he's doing."

The honest monk was so shocked by these words that he didn't even realize when Ding'an had let go of him.

After a long pause, he raised his hand to his chest, his lips trembling violently: "What...what did I hear? You rejected the old man, not only refusing to go to the island, but also demanding that he come to see you in person?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, about to speak.

Ding'an said in a muffled voice, "Hey, after all this talk, who exactly is this little old man?"

The three of them fell silent.

Hongxiu slapped her forehead: "Oh right, I don't know who he is either!"

Ren Shaoyang looked at the honest monk.

When the honest monk met his gaze, he was suddenly startled. He raised his hand and slapped himself across the face, blurting out, "Monk, monk deserves to be hit! He didn't even tell you who this old man is! He deserves to be hit!" As he spoke, he slapped himself several more times.

Hongxiu and Ding'an looked at each other, puzzled as to what the big monk was doing.

"Alright." Ren Shao waved his sleeve, and a tremendous force shot through the air. The honest monk suddenly stood up. "Tell me."

"Yes!"

The honest monk said respectfully, "I don't know what the old man's name is, but I do know that he is an extraordinary person who is well-versed in astronomy and geography and can even predict storms and tides at sea, thus making the power of heaven and earth work for him."

"Wow!" Hongxiu's eyes lit up, and she tugged at Ren Shaoyang's sleeve: "Crippled man, judging from this description, is the old man the brilliant 'Liang Xiao' you dreamed about?"

"Yes, yes!" Ding An was also extremely excited. "If it really is him, is it my prosthetic arm?" As he spoke, he raised the prosthetic arm, which hissed and spewed steam. "Can it be upgraded to the 'Hidden Dragon' version?"

No!

Ren Shaoyang shook his head helplessly and said, "He is not Liang Xiao."

While saying this, Ren Shaoyang was thinking to himself, "Damn it, if he really is 'West Kunlun' in the world, then he has probably already passed through the Six Void Tribulations six times. Faced with such a god, I wouldn't even see him, I'd just take my people and escape to another world!"

Seeing Ren Shaoyang signaling him to continue, the honest monk suppressed his curiosity and continued, "The old man's wisdom is boundless. He has devised one astonishing case after another, but everyone thinks it's an accident and can't trace it back to him."

"Furthermore, his martial arts skills are extremely impressive. He can master the unique skills that his predecessors could not learn even after exhausting their efforts, often in just a few months. He can use them casually and with endless wonders." Hearing this, Ding An smiled and looked at Hong Xiu: "Little beggar, the old man's martial arts talent seems to be no less than yours."

Hongxiu chuckled and said, "He is indeed impressive. I am a little beggar and he is a little old man. We are both juniors, haha."

The two looked at each other and smiled, laughing and joking, seemingly not taking it to heart.

The honest monk said, "This old man possesses many long-lost martial arts skills and can integrate them into one. His martial arts skills have reached an unfathomable level, and he may already be the number one person in the world." He then changed the subject, "However, he once said something."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Continue."

"He once said that if there was anyone in this world who could truly make him feel inferior, it would only be Ren Shaoyang, the 'White-Clad Sword God' from a hundred years ago."

"Whether it was the 'Divine Sword Capturing the Dragon' or the legendary 'Sword Silk Crossing the Void,' they both amazed him and fascinated him to no end."

The honest monk, having said all that, cautiously looked over and asked, "Sword God Ren, I've said everything. Can I leave now?"

Ren Shaoyang pondered for a moment, then said, "The Divine Spider Sword is in his hands?"

The honest monk stood motionless for a while before finally saying, "It's in Gong Jiu's hands." He swallowed hard. "He gave it to Gong Jiu as a reward."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and then said, "Your life is saved. Go back and convey my message to him."

"Yes!"

The honest monk, with a bitter face and a grimacing expression, clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect before turning and running into the forest.

Hongxiu looked at the honest monk's back and shook her head, saying, "This monk is not honest at all."

Ding An nodded and said incisively, "If we're going to fight him, we'll kill him with one blow and never give him any chance."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Ding'an, you're getting smarter and smarter." With that, he turned and leisurely walked out of the woods.

The little beggar patted Ding An on the head and said with a grin, "Of the three fierce men of the North, you are the smartest!" He laughed and skipped along to catch up with Ren Shaoyang.

Ding An scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Could it be that I have mastered the 'Heart-Sacrificing Style' and developed extraordinary wisdom?" As he spoke, he became excited and suddenly stretched his prosthetic arm upwards, rapidly extending it to grab a tree branch several feet away.

Then Ding'an, like a gibbon, quickly darted through the forest, pulling on tree branches and letting out long howls.
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The moonlight was like water, its gentle glow falling.

Qingcheng Mountain, Qingcheng School.

On the mottled mountain steps, at this very moment, a major event was taking place outside the mountain gate.

The origins of Qingcheng martial arts are extremely long, dating back to Zhang Tianshi's cultivation of Taoism in Qingcheng Mountain, Sichuan, where he left behind legends of miraculous skills such as the "Male and Female Dragon and Tiger Swords" and the "Demon Subduing Skill".

Today, the Qingcheng School is known for its ruthless and fierce swordsmanship, aiming to intimidate opponents with unparalleled sword power, and has always been praised as "unmatched in Sichuan".

But now, on Mount Qingcheng.

But the Qingcheng disciples looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, swords in hand, their eyes fixed intently on the newcomer.

A petite figure in blood-stained clothes, with her hands behind her back, slowly climbed the mountain.

She kept looking around, as if she were sightseeing.

"The Immortal of One-Swords!"

Qingcheng Sect Leader Xuan Yuanzi gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "You actually came!"

Hongxiu walked to the square in front of Qingcheng Mountain, ignoring the murderous glares of the Qingcheng disciples, and slowly looked at the bronze incense burner in the middle of the square.

Stepping forward and touching the dark red mark on the incense burner, the little beggar laughed and said, "What am I doing here? Do you not know, or are you pretending not to know?"

"You, how dare you!" Xuan Yuanzi roared. "Go! Kill this witch!" As he spoke, a group of disciples rushed forward with a roar.

Hongxiu shook her head and said to the bronze incense burner, "Old friend, we'll be fighting side by side again."

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, they saw Hongxiu casually grab a pillar and lift it up with a whoosh!

The little beggar, carrying a bronze incense burner as tall as a person, swung it back like the legendary Li Yuanba, sending the first few people charging at the front flying and breaking their bones. The impact bounced back into the crowd with a "clang".

Dozens of people felt an extremely strange force strike them, and immediately lost their balance, throwing their swords and falling to the ground.

The little beggar held up the bronze incense burner, looked at Xuan Yuanzi, and smiled, "Old bastard, this time when you come to Qingcheng again, your Sister Hongxiu won't just be targeting the ringleaders."

Xuan Yuanzi didn't speak, but stared intently at the dark red bloodstain on the bronze incense burner.

A bad premonition grew stronger in his heart; it seemed that a blood-red figure had once come to his door carrying this incense burner.
This moment is just like that moment back then.
Under the same moonlight.

The Tang Clan was now facing a life-or-death situation.

Countless Tang Clan disciples followed the eldest son, Tang Tianyi, and rushed towards the two figures that resembled both gods and demons.

But when they rushed to within two zhang of the oncoming object, they heard the sound of a blade whistling!
Suddenly, a raging fire appeared before their eyes. Everyone was caught off guard and burned by the flames, thrown backward, their clothes instantly charred and their skin burning with pain.

Ding An leaped up, his prosthetic hand billowing white steam, and with a few punches, sent several people behind him flying into the air. Before they even landed, they suddenly exploded, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The members of the Tang Clan had never seen such a scene before, and they were so shocked that they could hardly speak. They felt as if they had seen a fiery demon from hell.

Suddenly, Tang Tianyi shouted, "Everyone! If you don't kill the butcher and Broken Knife, you won't escape death today! For the sake of the Tang family, wipe out the demon!"

During this time, rumors in the martial arts world intensified, and everyone knew that the "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier" were extremely ruthless and would never surrender.

Everyone immediately responded in unison, "For the Tang family, wipe out the demon!" They frantically surrounded Ding An and Ren Shaoyang.

All the Tang Clan disciples shared the same thought: only by killing the two of them could they have any chance of survival.

As dawn broke, their shouts caused a commotion in the valley.

Ren Shaoyang placed a "Hall Swallow" on the ground, when suddenly he felt a strong wind coming from beside him. With a flick of his sleeve, he split the person in two.

Without looking up, he said, "Sever the hand, and finish this quickly."

"it is good!"

Ding An's fiery energy surged throughout his body. With a roar, the iron chain carrying the short knife flew up and down, instantly killing more than a dozen Tang Clan members. His prosthetic hand, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes slapping, sometimes clawing, sometimes pointing, sometimes hammering, killed another seven or eight people.

Ren Shaoyang flashed into the air and leaped up, followed by the flying divine sword. The row of Tang Clan disciples who had sneaked over instantly split into two sides, and the scene became chaotic.

The shouts of battle carried far.

At this moment, even the moonlight seemed to have turned blood red.
In the territory of Sichuan and Shu.

Inside the most luxurious Fanbin Building.

"Tell me, what was Ren Shaoyang's reaction?" Gong Jiu said lazily, half-reclining on the soft couch.

The honest monk stood there blankly for a long time before saying, "Ninth Young Master, Sword God Ren wants this old man to go see him in person."

Gong Jiu sat up straight and stared intently at the honest monk: "Say it again!"

(End of this chapter)