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

Chapter 203: A Mission Arrives
"Wow!"

With a clear bird call, a hawk swiftly swept across the sky from east to west.

Along the forest trail, ancient trees towered on both sides, their branches leaning out at an angle, resembling withered arms reaching towards the sky under the gloomy sun.

The donkey cart sped along, kicking up a flurry of golden leaves.

By October, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the crows on the branches were cawing mournfully.

This caused the disheveled girl inside the donkey cart to look up and stare.

The donkey cart was moving very fast, and the crows flew by so quickly that they could not be found again. However, the girl still stretched her head back to look for a while before pulling her head back.

After a moment of silence, Hongxiu poked her head out and asked, "Is roasted crow delicious?"

Ren Shaoyang, who was driving, shook his head: "It's sour."

Hongxiu chuckled and said, "When I'm hungry, I can...I can eat anything." She smacked her lips as if savoring something.

Ren Shaoyang coughed, wiped his mouth haphazardly with his sleeve, and grinned, "Thinking about Dripping Cliff again?"

Hongxiu glanced at the glaring red on his sleeve and fell silent for a moment.

Ren Shaoyang raised his head and said gently, "Don't blame yourself. Nobody expected that we would be targeted by that old devil Pang Ban as soon as we entered Yangshuo Town."

The little beggar shook his head: "I was just shocked that I didn't want to lay a hand on him at all that night. If my sister hadn't intervened in time, I'm afraid things would have ended up like this."

Seeing that she was still annoyed, Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "You still don't quite understand this 'Demon Seed in the Heart of the Dao'."

"This thing is specifically about spiritual power, making the spirit seem tangible and all-pervasive, capable of subduing the enemy without a fight."

“You’re right.” Hongxiu nodded, rubbing her chin with one hand, and said earnestly like an old scholar, “I was restrained at the time, and I couldn’t muster any anger. Even if I forced myself to strike with my sister’s help, I couldn’t use my full strength, and the old devil easily broke through my defenses!”

"Oh, you're overthinking it," Ren Shaoyang laughed. "You should know that the solution lies within yourself."

"The solution lies within oneself?"

The little beggar muttered a few words, then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Crippled man, you mean 'heartbeat'?"

“That’s right!” Ren Shaoyang said, “This martial art has great potential. With your talent, if you develop it further, you can give that naturally evil old ghost Pang Ban a good beating next time you see him!”

He couldn't help but curse: "Damn it, when have we ever been bullied like this except by bandits?"

Does the Eastern Depot count?

Ren Shaoyang glanced sideways and waved his hand: "A hermaphrodite without a basket doesn't count!" He continued, "Besides, that old ghost Pang Ban wants to use you as a furnace. If he succeeds, you'll die from exhaustion and blood loss!"

He thought for a moment, then gestured: "His death was horribly gruesome, like a sausage!"

"oops!"

The little beggar jumped up, rolled up his sleeves, and shouted, "That old bastard! I, 'One-Sword Immortal,' swear here and now I'll gather my sword energy, and one day I'll give him a good slash!"

"Me too!" Ding An woke up in the carriage. Although he couldn't move, he raised his hand and called out.

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, but his eyes were fixed on the void.

The familiar words meandered out again, seemingly faster than before.

Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. Yet, having encountered the strongest being in this world, you not only do not retreat, but bravely draw your sword! Though no match for him, you still demonstrate your determination to fight to the death!

[New objective: Give that old devil Pang Ban a good beating! (Find an opportunity to deliver a blow he'll never forget)]

[Reward: The strongest user of "Heartbeat" will receive three days of hands-on training.]

Ren Shaoyang remained expressionless, thinking to himself, "Teaching you step by step? That's more like getting beaten up for three days!" But then, as he pondered, a smirk appeared on his lips. "It's not impossible!"

Ren Jianshen narrowed his eyes, coughed up another mouthful of blood, wiped it away with his sleeve, and secretly vowed, "You inherently evil old ghost Pang Ban! Just wait, I'll stab you in the back!"

With this thought, the frustration in my heart vanished, my spirits were lifted again, and I shook the reins and continued galloping forward.

Just then, the curtain was lifted, and Hongxiu handed over a new white robe: "Here! Put this on."

Ren Shaoyang casually took it and joked with a smile, "This can be considered as planning ahead."

The little beggar smiled gently, then suddenly noticed fresh blood on Ren Shaoyang's sleeve. For no reason, his nose tingled and his eyes immediately reddened.

With a change in her eyes, the younger sister came online and said hatefully, "Old ghost Pang Ban, I'll fuck your mother!"

"Sister!" Ren Shaoyang and Ding An shouted in unison, "Don't swear!"

The younger sister pouted, her face full of stubbornness, but in the end, with tears in her eyes, she gave up the little beggar.

The little beggar had a blissful expression on his face.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at her sideways and said with a playful tone, "Happy now?"

Hongxiu snorted and muttered, "It's still early!" With that, she jumped out of the car window.

A tiger roars.

Big Meow suddenly appeared out of nowhere and caught the girl.

After walking for another half day, the donkey cart and Fatty Tiger rounded a hilltop, and suddenly the area in front of them brightened up; they had already left the mountain.

A wide river bursts forth from the mountains, flowing majestically southward, with wisps of smoke rising from distant chimneys and crisscrossing paths.

Hongxiu was overjoyed and kept urging her horse forward.

After crossing the river, and traveling another hundred li, you will reach a large city called Huangzhou Prefecture.
Huangzhou Prefecture was not far from Wuchang Prefecture.

The sky in late autumn and early winter is the most lifeless time of year, casting a dull gray hue over the river.

But Hongxiu couldn't see any of that; her gaze had already flown to the winding bends in the river.

In the far distance, a hundred or so sparsely scattered houses form a simple little town. Where there is a town, there is a clinic, and there are doctors.

So whether it's the clumsy man lying down with a severed hand, or the silly cripple coughing up blood incessantly.

They can all be treated.

At the same time, Hongxiu was also thinking that maybe she could look up some medical books so that she could treat herself if she had any injuries or illnesses.

Just then, Ren Shaoyang changed into a new white robe. He held the old robe, which had turned into a blood-stained rag, thought for a moment, and tore off a piece of cloth.

"The robe I'm wearing was sewn by the little beggar, so I can't get it stained with blood. I'll use this scrap of cloth as a handkerchief. Hmm, plan works!"

Ren Shaoyang was pleased with his cleverness and then handed the rag to the little beggar.

The little beggar channeled her inner energy, unleashing the Heavenly Wrath True Qi. With a soft crackling sound, the tattered cloth burst into flames, slowly burning into a fireball in her hands before finally turning to ashes.

Hongxiu looked up and smiled, "Alright, there's no trace left." She waved her hand and scattered the ashes into the wind.

Suddenly, her smiling eyes narrowed, and she abruptly turned to look at the riverbank.

Ren Shaoyang frowned and looked over as well.

With a "ha!", two people emerged from behind the mountain ridge, one dressed in black and the other in white, both tall and thin with cold and stern expressions.

Just like the Black and White Impermanence of the underworld, it sends chills down people's spines.

Once Ren Shaoyang saw the two men clearly, he realized who they were: the two servants, one in black and one in white, who were by Pang Ban's side!

Although these two referred to themselves as "servants," no one in the martial arts world dared to underestimate them. The Demon Master's Palace had been a powerful force in the martial arts world for over sixty years, and its number of masters was arguably the greatest in the land, with these two being the most famous among them.

The black-clad servant sneered, "Keep running? Why aren't you running anymore?"

Bai Pu said indifferently, "No matter how far you run, you can't change your inevitable fate of death."

Ren Shaoyang coughed, got out of the car, his white robe was brand new, he was holding a handkerchief, and he looked tired.

Bai Pu chuckled coldly, "You've got guts, kid. This is the first time in all these years that I've seen anyone dare to challenge my master."

The black servant grinned menacingly, "You actually dared to hurt your master? I really underestimated you."

The servant said, "A subject dies for his master's disgrace, so you are doomed to die!"

The black servant said, "That's right!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, his tone weary: "You want to take my head?"

The two servants, one black and one white, replied in unison, "Yes!" Before their words had even finished, they seemed to be of one mind and drifted to the left and right, each letting out two completely opposite long howls, one high-pitched and one low-pitched, as they attacked with all their might.

Their movements were incredibly strange.

The black servant's right hand struck out, just in time to meet the white servant's left palm as he pushed out horizontally.

"Buzz!"

A swirling force, centered on the two intertwined hands, rose and expanded rapidly in an instant.

Ren Shaoyang picked up the Dragon-Capturing Sword, flicked his finger, producing a deep, resonant sound, and said calmly, "Interesting."

With a light tap of his toes, Ren Jianshen soared into the sky, his body twisting in mid-air. With a flick of his longsword, several streaks of blue light shot out, sometimes straight, sometimes curved, as he pierced through the air.

The two servants, one in black and one in white, saw that although his sword strokes were graceful and elegant, they were not fast, indicating that his injuries were having a significant impact on his health.

He immediately grinned maliciously: "Injured like this, how much strength do you still have?" He slapped his left and right hands apart.

The two figures suddenly accelerated, flanking the white-robed man from the left and right. They formed knives with their hands and plunged them into his left and right sides.

This combined attack technique is incredibly powerful. First, it uses a strange internal force to create a vortex that sweeps towards the enemy. Then, it delivers a thunderous and powerful blow from the left and right sides, making it truly incomparably powerful.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "Killing you won't take long." As he spoke, he drew his divine sword and swung it left and right.

But the sword light moved like drifting clouds and flying lightning, suddenly expanding and exploding into two streaks of light rain, elegant and beautiful.

The two servants, one black and one white, felt as if their palms were sinking into quicksand, empty and without any leverage, and were immediately shocked.

Just then, blue light filled the eyes and sword shadows were everywhere. The two servants had nowhere to hide, so they had to create a whirlwind of air to block the endless sword shadows.

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, the two staggered to either side.

puff!
The two servants, one in black and one in white, staggered back several steps, simultaneously spitting out a mouthful of blood, and looked at each other in horror.

At this moment, both of them had seven sword wounds on their bodies, and blood was flowing freely from them. They looked extremely disheveled.

But they all just chuckled coldly.

This contrasted sharply with Ren Shaoyang's weary appearance.

The black-clad servant sneered, "What terrifying swordsmanship!"

Bai Pu nodded and said, "If you weren't injured, you could have killed us with a single sword strike!"

Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "Consider the extra six swords a gift to you." He smiled slightly, "I hope you like them."

The black servant chuckled: "Too bad, your meridians are damaged and your true energy is insufficient. Although you stabbed us seven times, you still couldn't kill me!"

Bai Pu said coldly, "Listen, someone's coming."

Just then, Ren Shaoyang suddenly felt the ground shake, followed by the sound of hooves. Looking up, he saw dozens of riders galloping towards him.

Ren Shaoyang knew that the two servants in black and white were just an appetizer.

The real feast is about to begin with a whole host of top experts!
(End of this chapter)