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Chapter 22 The Black Storm is Coming (Please read on, vote with monthly tickets and recommendations!)

Baosheng is the second disciple of the Blood Saber Ancestor.

He was also one of his most relied-upon disciples.

He joined the sect at the age of five and began killing people at the age of eight; the person he killed was his fourth junior brother.

This was to protect Baoming, his younger brother.

The Blood Blade Sect has a long tradition of killing each other and raising Gu poison to kill one another. In order to survive and for his younger brother, Bao Sheng's actions were understandable.

But in the years that followed, he seemed to understand a principle.

Even Heaven and Earth are indifferent; why should I harbor good intentions and pity for all living beings?
When good and evil reach their peak, aren't they ultimately the same?
Therefore, he raped and murdered the daughter of a wealthy merchant in Qinghai at the age of thirteen, and wiped out an entire family at the age of fifteen. After that, he became even more unruly and committed numerous evils.

As he grew older, his behavior became increasingly erratic, yet his eyes grew ever more profound, like a bottomless abyss containing twisted and terrifying demonic fire, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

The more he acted this way, the more the Blood Saber Ancestor appreciated him and offered him advice.

"Most people in this world are short-sighted; they don't want to be good people, and they can't be bad people. They just wander around with their bullshit kindness and linger in the realm of foolish and idiotic thoughts, which leads to all sorts of clumsy and laughable actions, ultimately making them slaughtered like pigs for us!"

"Now, if you do evil, you must do great evil! You treat all living beings like piglets, no one is worthy of your affection, no one is worthy of your pity, no one is worthy of your respect, and who can confuse your mind?"

These words were like a wake-up call for Bao Sheng, inspiring him to soar to great heights.

From then on, his actions became increasingly ruthless. His younger brother, Baoming, followed suit under his influence. It can be said that the Blood Blade Sect's infamy in the entire northern frontier was largely due to the actions of these two.

Therefore, the name "Blood Blade Demon Buddha, Qinghai Iron Owl" became increasingly famous, gradually gaining the power to stop children from crying and to rouse people's souls.

Just seven days ago, the Blood Saber Ancestor led his disciples to the Central Plains, but halfway there, they suddenly stopped.

The old ancestor sat alone on a huge rock by the river, gazing at the great river, as if he had transformed into the wind by the river, and did not close his eyes all night.

Bao Sheng learned from Bao Ming that Fei Long, the junior brother of Blood Blade Ancestor, had died.

He got it.

The person the ancestor favored most was neither himself nor Baoxiang.

It was the dragon that he personally taught and raised.

To be honest, Baosheng was extremely shocked when he learned about this.

In his heart, the ancestor was not human!
Unfettered by emotions, unhindered by morality, and unaffected by anyone's influence on the speed at which he draws his sword.

Unexpectedly, there was still someone in his heart with whom he could give his emotions.

Flying dragon?

They treat him like a son!

Subsequently, Bao Sheng received orders from the Blood Saber Ancestor to go to the desert, hunt down Ren Shaoyang and others, and skin them alive to vent his hatred.

Bao Sheng accepted the order and, along with his younger brother Bao Ming, his nephew Shan Yi, Sheng Mo, and eight others, pursued the enemy all the way to the Dragon Gate Inn.

However, during the journey, a sudden ambition arose in his heart: "Ancestor, it turns out your heart is not ruthless enough, and your blade is not fast enough!"

"Hmph, the Blood Transformation Divine Blade, if your Blood Blade Ancestor can wield it, why can't I, Ghost-Faced Buddha, wield it?"

With this thought in mind, Bao Sheng kicked open the door to Room A of the Heavenly Class at the Dragon Gate Inn!
Immediately afterwards, his expression changed.

"You bald thieves, you deserve to die!!!"

Suddenly, a roar filled with extreme grief and indignation was heard, followed by a "whoosh" sound, and a bright blue light appeared in front of him, with a long, emerald-green sword rushing towards him.

Bao Sheng was greatly alarmed, not expecting such a swordsmanship master to be in the room. He hurriedly dodged to the side, but was still a step too slow.

"laugh"!
Blood seeped from the top of his head, staining his entire demonic face red. Behind him, the monks cried out, "Second Brother!"

"Damn it!" Bao Sheng cursed, retreating rapidly. With a crack, he crashed through the railing and fell to the first floor.

The monks hurriedly went downstairs, only to find Baosheng standing in the middle of the room with a gloomy expression.

He touched the top of his head and felt a gash; blood was gushing out, and his face and hands were all red.

Baoming called out with heartache, "Senior Brother!" and quickly tore off the sleeve of his monk's robe to bandage him.

Bao Sheng's ugly face was expressionless, but when he looked up at the second floor, he let out a sinister laugh, truly resembling a ghostly face.

"Such swift swordsmanship!" Ghost-faced Buddha exclaimed, looking at the longsword in Mu Renqing's hand. "What a fine sword!"

Mu Renqing was initially somewhat reluctant, worried that he might be too harsh on a piece of tofu.

Upon seeing their monks' robes and the Burmese knives in their hands, he suddenly became serious: "The evil monks of the Blood Blade Sect?"

After Baoming finished bandaging his brother, he suddenly turned around and shouted, "You little brat, I'll tear you apart alive!" He leaped up, and a Burmese knife came crashing down on his head. The force of the blow was immense; even before the blade was fully sharp, the aura of the knife was already menacing. Clearly, his internal and external skills had reached an extremely high level.

Just as Mu Renqing was about to make a move, he heard Qiu Moyan shout, "How dare this villain be so arrogant!" She suddenly leaped out and rushed towards Bao Ming, thrusting her sword at his wrist.

Bao Ming let out a soft "Eh!" He hadn't expected that just anyone on the other side would be so powerful. However, he was already using his Burmese knife with all his might, and he couldn't change course midway no matter what.

He reacted quickly, flicking his wrist to expose his shoulder.

Three sharp clangs rang out, and Qiu Moyan's expression changed: "Hard-handed training? You're 'Qinghai Iron Owl' Bao Ming?"

Bao Ming grinned maliciously, "It is indeed Buddha!" ​​He then swiftly slashed twice at Qiu Moyan's head.

Hongxiu cried out, "Sister Qiu, be careful!"

In the blink of an eye, Qiu Moyan kicked off with both feet, his body moving as swiftly as the wind. Using the momentum of running, he leaped into the air, twisting his waist rapidly. In mid-air, he had already turned around, and his longsword slashed diagonally as planned.

"when"!
The sword struck Baoming's brow, sparks flying. Though there was no open wound, he still cried out in pain and fell backward.

Seeing that Baoming was at a disadvantage, Baosheng shouted, "Go!" The monks behind him responded in unison and rushed forward.

Upon seeing this, Mu Renqing and Ding An shouted angrily, "Shameless!" and rushed downstairs.

Seeing Mu Renqing charging at him with his sword again, Bao Sheng snorted coldly, and with a clang, his Burmese knife was drawn and slashed upwards like lightning!

But to everyone's surprise, a burst of white mist erupted from the opponent's body, and suddenly the entire person seemed to accelerate. In an instant, the sword light flashed again, and Mu Renqing's sword moved even faster.

A sharp clang rang out as swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Bao Sheng was startled when a small chip appeared on his Burmese knife. He realized that the other party's sword was no ordinary weapon, so he dodged back and kicked Mu Renqing's wrist with his toe.

Mu Renqing stepped into the Nine Palaces formation, neither dodging nor avoiding, and with a flick of his longsword, sliced ​​his wrist flat.

This sword strike was silent and stealthy, leaving no trace, like a gentle breeze rustling leaves or a light wind caressing the face, only it was incredibly fast.

Mu Renqing used the "Xi Yi Sword Technique," a secret technique passed down through Mount Hua.

This sword technique embodies the idea of ​​profound sound yet subtlety, seemingly present yet absent, seemingly real yet illusory. It emphasizes "the sword preceding the sound, blending with the light and dust," making it a truly difficult skill to learn, practice, and master.

Bao Sheng was startled by the sight of the sword strike and was almost injured by it in an instant. He quickly turned to the side and swung his knife to scrape the sword under Bao Sheng's arm.

Mu Renqing remained calm and composed. Suddenly, his figure shifted, like a monkey leaping across a branch. He abruptly shrank into a ball and dodged the Burmese knife.

Another sword thrust out from an unpredictable, unseen side.

"Oh my!" Hongxiu stood on the second floor, watching with great interest. Seeing Mu Renqing's fantastical movements, she couldn't help but turn to Ren Shaoyang and say, "Crippled man, that Mu Renqing looks like a giant ape!"

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands tucked in his pockets: "His movements are truly superb!" After looking at him again, he couldn't help but laugh, "He really does look like a monkey."

With a crisp clang, the green sword and the Burmese knife collided. The Burmese knife was chipped open, and the green sword was embedded in the blade, still thrusting forward with undiminished force.

"Drink!" Mu Renqing shouted, and with a "whoosh," the broken blade flew out.

Seeing how sharp the opponent's sword was, Bao Sheng quickly flipped backward.

Mu Renqing was seething with anger. Ever since arriving at this strange inn, he had been made a fool of by Ren Shaoyang and then unexpectedly encountered a beautiful young woman like Hongxiu.

but!

Just as she was happily grinning and hadn't even eaten the tofu she'd been handing to herself, this damned monk had somehow managed to "contaminate" it!
Tolerable or unbearable!
Mu Renqing unleashed the power of "Frost Like Cold," and a dense white mist instantly enveloped him, obliterating both his person and his sword.

Bao Sheng was puzzled and was about to run away when he saw a bluish-green sword light flash out from the white mist.

It was as if a blue thunderbolt had struck in the lobby!

Bao Sheng let out a scream as a jet of blood gushed from his waist, splitting him in two as he collapsed to the ground!
"Hiss~!" Ren Shaoyang grimaced as he looked on. "That monkey has such amazing skills, damn it, how could the Huashan Sect's martial arts be so weak and dilapidated?"

"Second senior brother!"

"Oh no, this is a tough one, run!"

The remaining evil monks, including Shanyi and Shengmo, lost their will to fight when they saw that Baosheng, the most skilled martial artist, had died tragically on the spot. They shouted and tried to escape.

But then Ding An roared, "Do you think you can escape?" The fire surged and shot straight into the broken sword along the iron chain. Everyone's eyes lit up as they saw a blazing fire burning on the broken sword.

Ding An spun around rapidly, swinging his broken iron chain sword, like a fiery whirlwind rushing past.

Hongxiu's eyes lit up: "I've finally mastered the 'Blazing Blade of the Broken Hand, Unrivaled Greatsword'!"

"Cough cough~" Ren Shaoyang coughed repeatedly upon hearing this, correcting her, "It's the Residual Flame Blade Technique." He then flicked her forehead, "You two are terrible at coming up with names!"

"Ouch!" Hongxiu cried out in pain, clutching her head.

On this side, a burst of flames erupted, and Ding'an, like a giant spinning top, charged straight forward, the crackling flames from his broken sword enveloping his entire body, before crashing down on the group of evil monks!
“Ah~!”

"Save me!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Three or four evil monks let out a series of screams. Suddenly, their chests and abdomens were ripped open. Before the blood could even spurt out, it was sealed by flames. Then, their bodies were engulfed in flames as they ran wildly.

Before he could run a few steps, half of his body fell off.

The remaining monks were all stunned by Ding An's fierce and violent swordsmanship.

Just then, another short scream rang out, and the sound of despair suddenly reached a climax.

Qiu Moyan leaped into the air and plunged his longsword into Bao Ming's mouth.

Baoming's arms were outstretched, his eyes rolled back, and he was panting heavily.

Although he was extremely skilled in external martial arts, he had difficulty cultivating his mouth and throat. In addition, upon witnessing his brother's tragic death, he was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide, which gave Qiu Moyan the opportunity to stab him with his sword.

In the blink of an eye, Bao Ming's facial muscles twitched, and blood flowed incessantly down the sword.

"Pfft!"
The longsword was thrust forward, its tip protruding from the back of Baoming's head before being immediately withdrawn.

The senior monk coughed up a mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground, and convulsed uncontrollably.

"Ah~!" Just then, the two monks who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead suddenly got up, danced around, and rushed out of the door, screaming as they ran.

"They're all dead, all of them are dead!"

"what!!!"

At this time, the sky and earth were dark, the sand was flying, and everything was a dim yellow, making it impossible to tell which way was north or south.

Jin Xiangyu suddenly appeared out of nowhere, slammed the door shut, and cursed, "You bald monks, you still want to sleep with me? Bah! I'll show you all, you'll all die a horrible death!"

After finishing her tirade, the proprietress turned around and looked at Ren Shaoyang with a smile, raising her voice: "Young Master Ren, I personally ground tofu for you, you can't repay kindness with enmity and smash up my shop!"

Ren Shaoyang, with his hands tucked in his pockets, chuckled and said, "We haven't eaten the tofu yet. Would you like to come up and try some?"

"No thanks!" Jin Xiangyu waved her hands wildly in fright. "You guys are too weird, I'd better stay away from you!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, took out a silver ingot from his pocket, and threw it down.

Jin Xiangyu's eyes lit up, and he leaped forward to catch it, stuffing it into his clothes.

"Consider this compensation for the damaged tables and chairs." Ren Shaoyang turned and went inside. "Oh, and bring me a pot of good wine. If it's watered down like last night, I'll smash up your shady business!"

Mu Renqing had already happily gone upstairs when he heard this, and he was stunned: "The wine I drank last night was watered down?"

"Yes, most of it is water."

"I'm so angry!" the monkey yelled. "No wonder I had a stomachache in the middle of the night." He looked at Ren Shaoyang in a frenzy. "You knew all along, why didn't you say so sooner?"

"If I had said it too early, you wouldn't have drunk it!" Ren the rascal said matter-of-factly.

"You, you beast!"

Just as everyone else was suppressing their laughter and Mu Renqing was filled with indignation, Hongxiu said charmingly, "Hey, monkey, still want some tofu?"

Ga~
Mu Renqing's expression turned serious. He straightened his clothes and said with a faint smile, "Eat!"

Hongxiu chuckled and waved, "Come on over!"

Jin Xiangyu watched Mu Renqing scurry upstairs and spat, "Eat, eat, eat! You'll stuff yourself to death, you glutton!" Then, looking at the corpse on the ground, she rubbed her hands together with a grin, "We're rich!"

The proprietress squatted on the ground, searching through the scattered corpses. She was quick and efficient, with amazing eyesight. First, she looted all the valuables, and then she took everything, from the gold teeth in the mouth to the silver rings in the ears, the clothes on the body, and the weapons.

They even targeted pants, and eventually shoes!
"Ugh!" Jin Xiangyu cursed angrily, "Damn it, have these bald monks not washed their feet in half a year? The smell is making me want to throw up!"

After she had endured the stench and finished looting, she called out in a sweet voice, "Come out and wash the floor!"

He kicked the stool away, turned around, and strode upstairs.

Several men quickly stepped forward and carried the blood-bladed, emaciated monks of the Blood Blade Sect back one by one.
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The wind and sand filled the sky, and dark clouds rolled and surged in the sky, resembling a giant eye gazing deeply at the universe.

At this moment, the light of day faded, and the surrounding fields turned a dim yellow. One could not see one's own hand up close, nor could one see the sky and earth in the distance.

The two monks from the Blood Blade Sect were so frightened that they ran several miles away. Unable to withstand the sandstorm, they had no choice but to find shelter under a large rock.

A skinny, bony monk said, "Rest, rest for a while!"

"well!"

After a while, the skinny guy caught his breath and said, "Damn it, we haven't even seen the real deal yet, and they're all dead!"

Another bald-headed man said, "The person who killed Master Baosheng looked like they used the Huashan sword technique?"

"Hey!" the skinny guy exclaimed, "Is that woman Qiu Moyan?"

The bald-headed man slapped his forehead: "So many experts in one inn?"

The skinny guy, still shaken, said, "Yes, yes, and that one with the severed hand, the knife was practically spitting fire!"

"Hey, what kind of sword technique is that?" The bald-headed man still couldn't believe it.

"If I'm not mistaken, that should be the 'Fire Greedy Blade' of the previous traitor."

Suddenly, a faint voice came, clear even amidst the storm, each word distinct and clear to the ear.

"Who, who's there?!"

The skinny guy and the bald-headed man were startled and immediately stood up and shouted.

A pair of soap boots emerged from the sandstorm.

Immediately afterwards, a man with a full head of white hair, wearing a brocade robe and a face mask to protect himself from the wind, stood before them.

Although the sandstorm made it impossible to see people's faces, the extremely long sword hanging at his waist was particularly eye-catching.

"You are not worthy to ask who I am," Cao Shaoqin said calmly.

Behind them, Lu Xiaochuan, Cao Tian, ​​Chang Yanxiao and other leaders appeared one after another, followed by the sound of hooves, and the black cavalry of the Eastern Depot emerged from the sandstorm.

"I just want to know, what kind of expert did you encounter at the Dragon Gate Inn?"

(End of this chapter)