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

Chapter 239 The Severed Hand and the Transvestite: A Clash of Ice and Fire
As the moonlight shone brightly, the winding stream flowed gently, flanked by lush willows and shimmering blue waters. Suddenly, a fish, seemingly asleep at the moon's edge, stirred up ripples, much like the smiling face of a beautiful woman.

But at this moment, the man in yellow felt as if he had swallowed a fly.

What do you mean by "I have your stuff inside me"?

What are you going to do?
Explain yourself clearly!
The man in yellow said coldly, "Li Ding'an, what do you mean?"

Ding An said, "My internal fire energy is inside you, and even though we're so far apart, it's keeping me awake at night!"

The man in yellow narrowed his eyes: "Because of this?"

Ding An nodded: "That's right!"

The man in yellow sneered, "You can't sleep, so you blame me?"

"If you weren't standing here so conspicuously in my way, I could..."

Ding An looked at him, frowned, and said, "Eh? You are, that transvestite?"

The man in yellow slightly opened his phoenix eyes, exuding a commanding presence, while his thin lips gave him an air of coldness and indifference.

“A certain family is adorned with red and rouge.”

Ding An nodded, then suddenly asked, "Are you healed?"

These words caused the wound on Li Chimei's back to ache again. The erosion caused by the fire energy and yin energy over the past two years had been like hell, tormenting him greatly.

Li Chimei said, "Thanks to Brother Li, I am completely healed."

Ding An laughed and said, "You're all better now that your injury is healed, why are you disturbing my sleep?"

Li Chimei sneered: "I can't wait to share the suffering I've endured these past two years with Brother Li."

Ding An shook his head and said, "If you want revenge, just say so. Why talk about 'sharing'? How hypocritical!"

Wow!
A flaming iron chain suddenly flew out, drawing a perfect circle of fire in the air, and slashed straight towards Li Chimei.

Ding'an's loud shout followed: "You disturb my peaceful sleep, you deserve to die!"

As one of the top ten masters in the world, Li Chimei is known for her ghostly figure and her invisible and intangible attacks.

In the battle to escort Emperor Yuan Shundi north to the grasslands, although the "Ghost King" was seemingly invincible, Li Chimei also shone brightly.

He not only killed many masters from the Central Plains, but also severely injured Shangguan Fei, the old leader of the Angry Dragon Gang, leaving Shangguan Fei with lingering fear for decades to come.

Shangguan Fei once told Lang Fanyun and Ling Zhantian: "Li Chimei is like a ghost, no, he's like your shadow! No matter how profound your internal strength or how exquisite your moves are, as soon as you move, he appears beside you, and with a casual finger or a palm strike, he will make you suffer unspeakably. By the time you realize it, you'll find that all your old friends and brothers are dead with their eyes wide open, and then you'll know how terrifying he is!"

Ling Zhantian asked, "Then how did you, the gang leader, survive?"

"Me?" Shangguan Fei gave a bitter smile. "If the Ghost King hadn't intervened in time, I would be nothing but a skeleton in a tomb."

Faced with the oncoming flaming iron chains, Li Chimei's body and mind sank into a silent void, her figure blurring as she passed through the flames.

"Crack!"

The tables and chairs were smashed to pieces, and the fragments, carrying fire, scattered like meteors.

“Brother Li, although I hate you to the bone,” Li Chimei said calmly in his extremely pleasant, almost syrupy male voice, “now is not the time to kill you.”

Before he could finish speaking, Ding An gave a soft shout, and his short sword spun rapidly, sending a burst of steam flying in all directions.

Just then, a fingertip appeared behind him.

Ding!
The blade collided with the fingertips, and a sharp whistling sound spread out, shaking the distant stream.

Dangdangdang~!

Suddenly, flames and steam erupted, and two figures, one black and one yellow, clashed. Then, a flash of light appeared.

Ding An stood with his sword hanging down, while Li Chimei stood on the stream.

The moon grew ever rounder, casting a shimmering glow on the stream.

Their faces were also dappled by the reflection.

Li Chimei raised her hand to look at her burned fingertips and sighed, "You've improved a lot since two years ago."

Ding An yawned and said, "I haven't practiced much, but somehow I'm getting stronger and stronger."

Li Chimei was taken aback, muttering to herself, "Damn it, this cripple is showing off!" But she said aloud, "Do you think I believe it or not?"

"Believe it or not!" Ding An sneered. "You damned freak, I have a question for you."

"What?" Li Chimei frowned.

"You're disturbing my sleep late at night, yet you're so distant, hesitant to confront me. What are you trying to do?"

Li Chimei flicked her fingernails and said casually, "Be ready to run at any time."

"Are you afraid of the three of us too?" Ding An chuckled.

"A fox borrowing the tiger's might!" Li Chimei sneered. "I might be confident against any one of you individually. But if all three of you come at me together, who in this world, besides a demonic master, could withstand them?"

"Hey! You're not stupid, you transvestite!" Ding An said, brandishing his sword. "So, you're here tonight to flirt, are you?"

Li Chimei's face turned purple, a surge of anger rising within him, wanting to erupt, but a dangerous signal kept circling in his mind.

He had been tricked by these three bumpkins from the north back then, and he still hated and feared them to this day. In addition, this was a delicate moment when the Demon Master and Li Ruohai were about to have their final battle. If he made a mistake, he would really be unable to withstand the Demon Master's overwhelming wrath.

Li Chimei smiled slightly, looked around, saw deep blue water, graceful willow leaves, and a faint breeze, the tranquility tinged with an eeriness.

He composed himself and carefully examined Ding An's expression: "Are you waiting for Ren Hongxiu, or even Ren Shaoyang, to come over?"

Ding An shook his head and said nonchalantly, "I just can't bear it."

"What can't you bear to do?"

Looking at the beautiful scenery, Ding An said with some heartache, "To be honest, my first thought was to use 'Burning City' on you, but this is the cripple's favorite fishing spot. It's also the place where Widow Liu, Sister Wang, and Liu Yatou like to swim in the wild. I can't bear to destroy it."

Li Chimei pursed her lips, looked at him with complicated eyes for a long time, and blurted out, "You don't want to ruin the place where you were peeping at the village women bathing, do you?"

"Huh?" Ding An was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage and shouted, "How dare you slander my innocence without my knowledge?" He shuddered, took two steps forward, and suddenly struck out with his prosthetic hand.

Seeing his sudden attack, Li Chimei gave a cold laugh: "What a tasteless, stinky man!"

In an instant, the pure Yin energy circulated, the yellow robes swelled, and the body swayed.

In Ding'an's eyes, Li Chimei vanished from the world.

The next moment, Ding An suddenly felt a sense of alarm, and saw a fair hand appear under his ribs.

It carries wind and thunder, and feels like being pricked by needles even before it touches the body.

Ding An shouted loudly, "One Strike to Overthrow the City!" The sword moved with him, and flames suddenly ignited on the blade, slicing through the night sky with a whoosh.

In an instant, a ring of fire suddenly spread out, eventually forming a continuous line in the shape of the character "一" (one), with flames swirling around and a constant hissing sound as it cut through the air.

Ding!
Li Chimei's palm and the blade clashed once again.

The pure Yin energy and the true energy of the wedding dress collided with each other.

In an instant, Li Chimei's fingers met the blade, flicking and plucking like the strumming of a five-stringed zither.

Ding An felt a chill in his palm, and the flames on the blade suddenly went out. He was surprised, not expecting that the human-demon could have made such great progress.

He immediately changed his stance, moving with the blade and letting the blade follow his momentum, slashing lightly with a few quick strokes.

Li Chimei caught the attack with her backhand, but suddenly realized something was wrong!

The blade's force seemed light and airy, but in reality, it was heavier than Mount Tai the moment it made contact. He was greatly taken aback, raised his eyebrows, and dodged the remaining two blades.

She could dodge one strike, but the rhythm of the next strike suddenly slowed down, causing Li Chimei to not only fail to dodge according to her usual dodging rhythm.

It's more like stretching out one's neck to meet a knife!

Li Chimei flew into a rage, her hands sweeping across the ground like wheels. With a few "cracks," she twisted and swayed, and was already ten feet away.

"Oh dear! It's so cold!"

Ding'an did not pursue, but instead stood still and started shivering, exhaling a large breath that was three feet long.

Li Chimei stared angrily at the man opposite her, her eyes wide with fury as she looked at the severed fingernails.

Ding An was a little embarrassed and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Li Chimei sneered: "What do you call your swordsmanship, which is both fast and slow, heavy and light?"

“They’re called ‘Fast and Slow Swords’ and ‘Light and Heavy Swords,’ right?” Ding’an swung his sword through the air a few times, shouting and yelling. “These were taught to me by the little beggar and my master.”

"What a dirty trick!" Li Chimei frowned and couldn't help but curse sharply, "You look honest, but you're even worse than Ren Shaoyang!"

"So what?" Ding'an retorted confidently. "You harmed us, so it's only natural that we bully you."

Li Chimei said coldly, "If the timing weren't so bad, I would really like to kill you right now!"

Ding An retorted, "Come on! If you can't kill me, you're nothing!"

Li Chimei flicked her nails: "Don't rush, we're bound to have a fight to the death."

Ding An snorted coldly: "You neither-male-nor-female, I'll chop you up like a piglet!"

Just as Li Chimei was about to continue speaking, she suddenly frowned and glanced at his prosthetic hand one last time: "Your prosthetic is quite exquisitely made."

"Right!" Ding An raised his hand, beaming. "You have a foul mouth, but your eye for talent is sharp. This is a treasure I've spent two years creating!"

"baby?"

Li Chimei sneered, "Once I kill you, I will collect your treasures and look at them every day to commemorate you, my great enemy!" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly blurred and disappeared into the moonlight.

"Hey! You!" Ding'an was furious.

It's like being insulted and then having the person turn around and run away when you finally get your revenge.

At that moment, Ren Shaoyang's voice came: "Are you still angry?"

Ding An turned around and saw Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu walking slowly over with their hands behind their backs.

"Hmph! That damn transvestite took advantage of me and ran away, and I couldn't even catch him. Disgusting!"

Hongxiu said, "Broken Hand, you're not good at lightness skills! If your lightness skills were as good as mine and the Cripple's, Li Chimei wouldn't be able to beat you!"

Ding An sighed, "The cripple has sword threads, and you have 'Blood in the Wind,' but I'm just not good at light footwork." After saying that, he scratched his head, looking very unhappy.

“Things don’t always go as planned.” Ren Shaoyang patted him on the shoulder. “Your ‘Burning City’ technique is powerful enough to destroy mountains and cities. Isn’t that astonishing?”

Hearing this, Ding'an felt a little better.

“The cripple.” Hongxiu stared at Ren Shaoyang. “Li Chimei deliberately exposed his whereabouts.”

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Yes."

“Li Chimei’s appearance here is to use the lives of everyone in Peach Blossom Village to keep us occupied,” Hongxiu said, rubbing her chin.

Ren Shaoyang, with his hands behind his back, gazed at the moon and said softly, "I had a feeling that old ghost Pang Ban wouldn't dare let the three of us 'fierce' unite."

"That's true." The little beggar chuckled. "With the three villains and Li Ruohai together, no one in this world dares to confront them head-on!"

"So he weakened Li Ruohai, forcing him to disband the Evil Sect." Ren Shaoyang said as he walked home with Xiao Jiaohua and Ding An in his arms, "Then he used Li Chimei to restrain us, preventing us from going all out to ambush him."

"It's alright, we believe you!" The little beggar pursed his lips and frowned, then suddenly said, "Ding'an and I will stay home and watch over Chi Mei, you go to Yingfeng Gorge."

Ren Shaoyang said, "This is what I want too." He paused, "And what Pang Ban also wants."

The scene fell silent for a moment, with only the stars and moon twinkling in the sky.

"The inherently evil old devil, Pang Ban!"

The three thugs suddenly cursed.

(End of this chapter)