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

Chapter 215 You are destined to be childless
Inside Wuchang city, the temple fair was bustling with people.

A crowd of about a hundred people had gathered in front of Hongxiu's stall, all holding their breath and waiting.

Some people, out of curiosity, simply stood on the steps along the street and craned their necks to look.

The crowd had created a square space about two zhang in size, with a wooden table on it, but nothing else.

Behind the table was a white banner with the five large characters "Divine Image Mud Bodhisattva" written on it.

Under the white banner, a girl with a ball-shaped haircut dressed in red is eating.

She was eating food from the famous Wangyuelou restaurant in the city, with a pot of wine beside her. As she opened her mouth to eat heartily, the aroma of the food and wine wafted for several feet.

"Grumpy"

This made everyone swallow hard, but no one dared to say anything.

Some people were curious and tried to squeeze in, but were met with angry glares and dared not say anything, so they could only stand there obediently and wait.

There's a peculiar sight at the temple fair at this time.

The surrounding area was bustling with people, but here, there was only one person and one table, with people from all directions watching the young girl eat.

Just then, the girl put the last bite of rice into her mouth, stretched, and staggered over, carrying the wine jug.

As soon as she finished eating, everyone cheered in unison, "The clay Buddha is about to begin fortune telling!"

Hongxiu, who had been holding her head high, beamed at the call to action, cupped her hands in greeting, and exclaimed, "Take your time, look around slowly, there's plenty of time!"

As she spoke, she suddenly paused, looked up at the sky, and said, "Oh dear, the weather's not cooperating; it's going to snow heavily!" Holding up three fingers, she grinned and said, "Sorry, everyone! This heavy snow is good for next year's crops, but not for us. It can only cover a maximum of three people; any more than that, and it will delay your journey home!"

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw that it was a clear, cloudless day – a rare and beautiful day.

A skinny, bony monkey shouted, "Mud Buddha, are you really sure it's going to snow heavily? I don't believe it at all!"

Hongxiu rolled her eyes and snorted, "It's not your place to question me. We'll see in a cup of tea!" She then glanced at the skinny monkey and muttered, "Three-white eyes, garlic nose, crooked mouth and tongue, and you're still taking Five-Stone Powder? Kid, you really look like you'll starve to death on the street."

Upon hearing this, Ma Gan's face turned pale instantly. After hesitating for a moment, he shouted and turned to run away.

Amidst the uproar, the little beggar leaned back in his bamboo chair, patting his stomach with one hand and drinking wine with the other, grinning at everyone.

Just then, more than a dozen burly men suddenly pushed through the crowd and rushed forward.

Upon seeing this, the crowd exclaimed, "Don't you even know the difference between first come, first served?"

Then the group of burly men sneered, and they drew their swords with a clang, and the scene fell silent.

Then a soft voice said, "Little girl, you're so young and you dare to call yourself a 'divine fortune teller'? Isn't that a bit too arrogant?" As she finished speaking, a figure flashed and a large lump of something was standing in front of the table.

Hongxiu glanced at him and saw that he was a short, fat man with gorgeous clothes and an arrogant expression.

The group of burly men bowed in unison and said, "Greetings, Sect Leader!"

The short, fat man, whose eyes, nose, and facial features were all squeezed together and whose fat jiggled, opened his mouth and said, "Little girl, could you tell my fortune?"

Hongxiu watched as the short, fat man sat down, and asked thoughtfully, "What do you want to see?"

The short, fat man squinted his small, slit-like eyes and greedily roamed over the little beggar's body, leering, "Let's see how lucky I am with my offspring!"

Hongxiu smiled slightly, crossed her arms, and said, "No need to look."

"No need to look?" the short, fat man asked in surprise. "You don't practice physiognomy?"

Hongxiu sneered, "I have a pair of divine eyes that can see the world, and I am the best in physiognomy. Why would I need to touch you?"

The short, fat man said, "You say you're the best in the world, so you're the best? Can you even tell who I am?"

Hongxiu leaned back and slowly said, "Leaving aside physique, just considering the lewd and filthy aura emanating from his body, who else but Mo Yixian, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, could be so lewd and filthy?"

"Hahaha!"

The short, fat man was furious, but he burst out laughing.

Mo Yixian suddenly narrowed his eyes, shooting out two beams of light like lightning as he looked at Hongxiu, and said in a sinister voice, "Good eyesight, good tongue! But do you know the consequences of speaking like this?"

Before he could finish speaking, he formed a claw and reached for Hongxiu's snow-white neck.

The beggar remained calm and slowly said, "You have no children."

"What?" Mo Yixian's hand paused, his eyes widened in anger, and his claws turned into fists that clenched so tightly they made a "crackling" sound.

But then Hongxiu asked again, "Do you still want to know about your fate with your children and grandchildren?"

Mo Yixian's expression was cold as he said sternly, "If you dare to deceive me, I will definitely capture you and take you back to the Xiaoyao Sect, where I will rape and murder you!"

These words caused an uproar among the crowd, who began pointing and whispering about him.

Mo Yixian, however, was not ashamed but rather proud. He casually glanced around with his narrow, slit-like eyes and saw that all the tourists were staring at him with wide eyes. He then smiled.

He casually grabbed the corner of the table and snapped off a piece with a "crack." With a flick of his wrist, the piece of wood flew like lightning and pierced a tourist's chest. The man screamed in agony, flew backward, knocked down several people, and collapsed to the ground in excruciating pain.

Although Hongxiu knew this person was a master of the "Black List," she never expected him to use such a ruthless method in public.

Mo Yixian chuckled sinisterly, "Get lost if you want to live!" The people on the road were terrified upon hearing this and scattered in all directions.

Mo Yixian turned to look at her and laughed, "Little girl, if you don't keep a close eye on him, that'll be your fate!"

Hongxiu looked up and saw that the injured person was convulsing on the ground, clearly unable to hold on any longer.

The little beggar nodded and smiled, "I see, no wonder!"

Mo Yixian said impatiently, "What are you laughing at? Speak up!" Hongxiu smiled slightly, looked at his face coldly, then looked at his fingers, and nodded with a "hmm", "The joint length is an odd number, the middle finger is two inches and one-tenth of an inch long, which is the Seven Killings Fate number."

Mo Yixian's expression changed. He hadn't expected that Hongxiu could tell his fate and the length of his fingers with just a glance.

Then Hongxiu continued, "Your metal and wood elements clash, which is a major taboo in your destiny. You have little fortune in this life and will never have any offspring. Such a lowly fate that brings misfortune to others is truly rare."

Mo Yixian's eyes flashed with anger, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his gaze became like needles, piercing Hongxiu.

Hongxiu gazed at her with a smile, her eyes unblinking.

After staring at each other for a long time, Mo Yi suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Little girl, I hope you'll have the same courage to speak when you fall into my hands later."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "You fatso, you've committed too many sins, and now you're getting your retribution. You just can't have children! And your forehead is turning black, so you're destined to die today. What do you say?"

Mo Yixian was so angry that his eyes were spitting fire. He roared, "You're asking for death!" He swung three palms in quick succession, determined to kill Hongxiu on the spot.

Hongxiu didn't even look, she held the wine pot in one hand and drank, then pointed with her other hand.

Hooray!
A fierce wind howled, and the incoming palm strike crumbled.

Mo Yixian felt a force as powerful as thunder and fire, which turned into a sharp blade and stabbed towards him. Upon contact, he felt dizzy and his body swayed.

I was utterly terrified!
The leader of the Xiaoyao Sect suddenly retreated, his plump body flying backward like a withered leaf.

Just then, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, turning the world into a pristine white.

The little beggar looked up and sighed, "It's snowing. The cripple said it's the perfect time to eat beggar's chicken and drink Shaoxing wine." With a flick of his sleeve, he lightly delivered a follow-up punch.

Her attack was swift and elegant, yet Mo Yixian felt an immense force surge towards him, as if a mountain had collapsed and the earth had caved in. He was startled and blocked with his palm, only to feel a sudden heat in his arms, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat. He crashed to the ground, exclaiming, "What vicious internal energy!"

The people behind him all changed color and rushed forward to help him up.

Mo Yixian, covered in dust and dirt, asked in a low voice, "Your martial arts are excellent, but may I ask your name?"

Hongxiu slowly rose, carrying a wine jug in one hand, and swayed as she walked over: "Why ask me, a dying man?"

Mo Yixian's expression changed drastically. He immediately pulled out a folding fan about a foot long from his pocket and opened it with a "whoosh".

For the past seventeen years, he has never used this fan against anyone. It's not that he was particularly popular and had no enemies, but rather that there was no one worth him wielding the fan against.

His skill with the fan was the pinnacle of his lifelong martial arts.

His "one fan, thirteen shakes" propelled him to the "black list," a position feared by the legitimate world and revered by the underworld.

But his opponent was an unknown ball-headed girl.

As she approached, her small hands rhythmically patted the scabbard of the curved sword at her waist, making her red dress appear even more crimson.

Mo Yixian's expression grew increasingly tense. He had already revealed his trump card, the fan, but he felt no sense of freedom.

Just then, someone was seen crying loudly in the distance and rushed over in a panic.

This instantly shattered the tense atmosphere, which was thick with impending storm and murderous intent.

Hongxiu turned her head and saw Han Bai riding a white donkey, his face covered in tears and snot. When he saw the two of them from afar, he called out, "Sister Hongxiu, Sister Hongxiu..." Suddenly, his body went limp and he slid off the donkey, falling to the ground.

The little beggar swayed slightly and caught him.

Han Bai, his face pale with terror, gasped, "Sister Hongxiu, quick, quick, inform Brother Ren! You...you all need to leave! 'Ten Evil Manor Lord' Tan Yingshou, the Evil Sect, and Mo Yixian, the leader of the Carefree Sect, have all come to Wuchang! They're going to harm you!"

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. Look!" She casually pointed at the nervous Mo Yixian, "Isn't this fatso the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

clam?
Han Bai stared wide-eyed at the short, fat man who looked nervous.

Mo Yixian's face was ashen, and he said in a trembling voice, "So, you are one of the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier'."

Before he could finish speaking, a long laugh rang out behind the Xiaoyao Sect members.

"That's right, this woman is none other than Ren Hongxiu, the 'Demon Master's Furnace'!"

Then a burly man in brocade robes led more than twenty men out from the long street.

But then he saw that the man had one hand around the woman's waist and said loudly, "Why bother? It's snowing heavily, and touching each other would spoil the scenery. As long as Miss Ren sacrifices herself and goes back to the Demon Master's Palace with me, we can go home and drink and have fun. Wouldn't that be great!"

Han Bai pointed at him and exclaimed, "Sister Hongxiu, this is Tan Yingshou!"

Hongxiu nodded, looking indifferent: "Yeah, I know."

Mo Yixian turned to Tan Yingshou: "Old Tan, are you also going to deal with the Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier?"

"Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, why not seize it?"

Tan Yingshou looked at the short, fat man, raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Sect Leader Mo, since you have a grudge against her, why not join forces to capture this woman and hand her over to the Demon Master, so that you can have a brighter future?"

Aren't you afraid of Ren Shaoyang?

Tan Yingshou laughed heartily and waved his hand, "Ren Shaoyang's swordsmanship is unparalleled, of course I'm afraid!" He then changed the subject and said with a smirk, "But now, he has to deal with an even more terrifying enemy, and has no time to worry about this place!"

Mo Yixian asked curiously, "Who is this person that is so terrifying?"

Not only Mo Yixian and the others, but even Hongxiu and Han Bai looked on with curiosity.

Tan Yingshou laughed and said, "The most famous gun in the whole world!"

Everyone gasped, but then he continued, "Evil spirit, Li Ruohai!"

(End of this chapter)