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

Chapter 240 Before the Windward Gorge
arrive home.

The little beggar lit an oil lamp, but instead of going to sleep, he sat at the table, staring intently at Ren Shaoyang.

"Why are you looking at me?" Ren Shaoyang asked, brushing her hair back.

"Are you dreaming about other martial arts worlds again?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and said, "Yes."

“This time it seems to be the Jianghu of Liang Xiao.” Hongxiu said to herself, “Otherwise, your energy wouldn’t have declined to such a state.”

The wind outside gradually picked up, and the room became quiet.

Ren Shaoyang gazed at the oil lamp and suddenly said, "I am not a person of this world."

Hongxiu pouted: "Neither do I."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "I wasn't like that from the beginning."

The little beggar didn't say anything, his face showing an expression that said, "I already knew that. What's the point of you saying all this nonsense?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at her sour face, laughed, and reached out to pull it off.

"Ouch!" The little beggar slapped his hand down, then said seriously, "Your blood and qi are fine, but your spirit is damaged."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I encountered a formidable enemy in my dream world. I fought a bloody battle and won against him, but he managed to escape."

Upon hearing this, Hongxiu's eyes flashed with a bloodshot glint. After a moment of silence, she asked, "What's that person's name?"

"Yuan Thirteenth Limit."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "I understand."

"So what if you know?" Ren Shaoyang laughed. "You can't help me beat him up anyway."

Hongxiu looked at him quietly, then said calmly, "In the beginning, were you sure you could bring us to a different world?"

Ren Shaoyang was speechless, and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the little beggar.

The little beggar narrowed his eyes: "You'll have a way."

The oil lamp burned quietly.

Ren Shaoyang said, "That's a bit difficult."

His words had two meanings: first, he wasn't sure if he could bring people into the dungeon; second, the dungeon boss was very powerful and too dangerous.

The young beggar, quick-witted and perceptive, laughed and said, "I know, otherwise how could your vital energy have declined to this extent?" He then changed the subject, "The martial arts masters in your dreams, are they more powerful than old ghost Pang Ban?"

Pang Ban?

Ren Shaoyang recalled the Musou dungeon: Gu Shentong + Wan Guizang, Le Zhiyang + Liang Siqin.
Ren Jianshen couldn't help but smile wryly, "It seems I'll have to survive being surrounded by several experts at the Pang Ban level or even higher."

The little beggar immediately shrank his neck and instinctively blurted out, "Then forget it!" As soon as he said that, he looked up and the two of them looked at each other.

"Pfft!"

They all looked at each other and laughed, then burst into laughter.

After laughing until his stomach hurt, Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "Yes, this is the little beggar I know. He should be timid when he needs to be and fierce when he needs to be fierce."

The little beggar shook his head and said to him, "Li Chimei has been monitoring us for a long time and already knows that your energy is waning. At that time, Pang Ban will definitely gain the psychological advantage and relentlessly pursue you without leaving any room for retreat."

Ren Shaoyang breathed a sigh of relief and said with a sense of relief, "That's what I was thinking."

Seeing this, Hongxiu's smile turned wicked: "Yes, he doesn't know that we have the 'Heart-Sacrificing Style,' which has miraculous effects on mental healing!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Who told him he didn't have our little beggar?"

The two chuckled, then suddenly clenched their fists and punched each other in the chest!
"Boom~!"

The two were struck as if by lightning; a shockwave slowly emanated from their chests, merging with each other. Before their eyes, a field of golden stars appeared, and the world spun around them.

The little beggar felt a bit dizzy and muttered, "Crippled man, do you even know your mind is about to break?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, feeling as if his skull was about to crack, unable to even utter a sound.

Hongxiu looked at him, pursed her lips, a flash of killing intent crossed her eyes, and suddenly shouted, "Again!"

Another punch to the chest.

"Boom~!"

The two suddenly felt darkness before their eyes, and the scenery changed. They found themselves standing on top of a waterfall, looking down from the cliff. They saw a deep blue river flowing down in a rapid current. When the river reached the end of the cliff, it plunged into a bottomless abyss, as if God had opened a mouth and swallowed the endless water into hell.

The rapids are turbulent, the landscape is majestic and towering.

Ren Shaoyang and the little beggar looked at each other, nodded, and then, hand in hand, leaped off the waterfall!

Just as the two were about to enter the water, a series of images played in rapid succession.

The little beggar seemed to see everything Ren Shaoyang experienced in Sweet Mountain.

And then there's that tall, yellow-faced man with a scar on his face.
"Pfft!"

Hongxiu suddenly woke up with a start and abruptly opened her eyes.

The sky was shrouded in gloom, the candles on the table were dim, and the long, quiet corridor outside the window was completely silent, not even the chirping of an insect could be heard.

The plants and flowers in the courtyard shyly hid in the night, while large artificial rocks protruded in the darkness, appearing larger and more sparse than during the day.

The little beggar breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to find Ren Shaoyang sitting opposite him, still fast asleep with his eyes closed.

She carefully sensed the other person's aura and felt that although it was still listless, there was a vibrant vitality within it, ready to stir.

Hongxiu smiled slightly: "The Heavenly Wrath True Qi possesses the destructive power of thunder, though it is extremely vicious. But in essence, it is the spring of heavenly thunder, where all things flourish! Where there is destruction, there is naturally new life!"

The little beggar paused, then stretched out her hand and channeled her energy. With a whoosh, a burst of thunderous fire appeared. She smiled and said, "This is both a divine skill that can harm people and a sacred method that can save them!"

As he spoke, the true energy in his palm, which had been carrying the intent of destruction, slowly began to transform. It became less volatile and more gentle, like a spring rain after a clap of thunder.

It is warm and moist, refreshing and pleasant, and full of vitality.

Hongxiu grinned and chuckled, "The path to immortality is contained within it!"

Her small hand gently grasped Ren Shaoyang's large hand.

Ren Shaoyang involuntarily jumped slightly, feeling a surge of heat flowing down from his palm, instantly dispelling the weariness on his face.
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The next day, Han Bai stood at the entrance of the mansion, dressed in a smart outfit with a sword at his waist, truly deserving the title of a young swordsman.

His complexion, in particular, was astonishing; after one night, it was no longer pale but instead became rosy and normal.

Hongxiu and the others saw him off at the door. Xi Yingzhen stroked his beard and smiled, "Xiao Bai's Divine Illumination Scripture is truly miraculous. He recovered completely in just one day. That's wonderful."

Han Bai scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "I have to thank Sister Hongxiu and Brother Ding'an for this!"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "You have great talent. Remember to practice diligently and persistently, and you will surely make progress."

Han Bai nodded repeatedly and said, "I remember!"

Ding An chuckled from the side, "Xiao Bai, Shao Yang isn't here, so I'll pass on a message for you."

Han Bai's expression turned serious, and he said respectfully, "Brother Ding'an, please speak."

"Shaoyang said: 'The world is dangerous, run!'" Ding'an said with a chuckle, "It's good to be alive!"

Han Bai looked surprised, but seeing Hongxiu and Xi Yingzhen nodding in agreement, he swallowed his doubts and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "I'll remember!"

Ding An patted him on the shoulder without saying anything more.

Han Bai turned to look at Hongxiu, his eyes shining brightly: "Sister Hongxiu, I will come back."

Hongxiu smiled, hands on her hips, "Okay, when you come back I'll have Shaoyang fish for you to eat." With that, she gently patted him on the head.

Han Bai exclaimed "Ouch!" and rubbed his head, saying, "Sister Hongxiu's grip is still so strong."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Let's go, you're about to enter this world of martial arts too."

Han Bai let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Alright!" After saying that, he cupped his hands in greeting, turned around, and strode away.

Ding An watched Han Bai's departing figure and said leisurely, "Little beggar, doesn't he look just like us when we went from home to Dripping Cliff?"

Hongxiu turned and walked into the pavilion. With a stomp of her foot, the stone bench flew up about ten feet and landed in the little beggar's outstretched hand.

The little beggar carried the stone bench as if it were a straw, and strode towards the front door.

He passed by Ding An and Xi Yingzhen like the wind, leaving behind the words: "The Jianghu disciples in their blue robes are getting old; we are no longer the young men we once were."

"What is that?" Ding'an asked, puzzled.

“We’re young people!” Hongxiu walked out the door, her voice echoing back, “Clumsy, broken hand.”

Xi Yingzhen watched them laughing and joking, then asked, "Shaoyang is gone?"

Ding An said casually, "I left early this morning."

Xi Yingzhen paused for a moment and then said, "The sword energy soared to the sky, and the killing intent was chilling. Shao Yang is going for the goal of either succeeding or dying for his country."

Ding An was taken aback, then shook his head and whispered, "The cripple will be fine!"

"It's hard to say." Xi Yingzhen walked silently into the pavilion. "He's facing Pang Ban."

Ding An looked left at the little beggar sitting imposingly at the gate, and right at Xi Yingzhen sitting in the pavilion, picking up chess pieces.

I felt a little panicked and uncertain.

"That's right!" Ding An's eyes lit up, and he raised his prosthetic hand, giving a thumbs up.

With a tinkling sound, a copper coin landed in Yi's hand.

It was a Wanli Tongbao coin, and an extremely rare one at that. One side of the coin was inscribed with "Wanli Tongbao," while the other side was smooth.

Ding'an tossed it into the air, muttering, "If it's a 'character,' then it means that Shao Yang is blessed by Heaven!"

Ding bell~!

The copper coin landed in Yi's hand, and Ding'an watched it as a wide smile gradually spread across his face.

Meanwhile, Hongxiu, sitting outside the door, was eating dried fruit and chatting with a pair of village women.

As he spoke, he glanced at the mountains a few miles away and smiled slightly.

On a peach tree in the distance, Li Chimei stood with her hands behind her back on a branch, indifferent and silent.
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As the sun set, dust suddenly billowed up on the official road.

"Drive~!"

A magnificent steed carrying a knight dressed in white and wearing a cloak galloped wildly along the deserted official road.

Li Ruohai had Feng Xinglie kneeling in front of him, his own body ramrod straight, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

Since his younger brother's tragic death, his heart had never been as at peace as it was today. The scarlet cloak behind him fluttered in the wind.

At that moment, his eyes suddenly brightened.

The sunset seemed infinitely beautiful; every tree, every ray of afterglow, and every leaf possessed an extraordinary beauty.

At that moment, Li Ruohai suddenly remembered Ren Shaoyang's three sword techniques.

Collapsed mountains, hidden in the netherworld, flowing wine cups.

These three sword techniques are based on the three fundamental aspects of swordsmanship: momentum, speed, and skill. However, under Ren Shaoyang's mastery of integrating heaven and earth and leveraging momentum, they become infinitely terrifying and divinely understood.

Li Ruohai had once had some understanding, but now he saw through the bottleneck in one night.

A nameless joy welled up from my body and mind.

It was not a joy derived from gain or loss, nor was it a pleasure born from any particular thing or object.

Rather, it is an indescribable, selfless, carefree, and ecstatic joy that arises from "freedom."

Just then, a black carriage appeared in the reflection of his heart.

Pang Ban!

Li Ruohai knew that the number one master in the world who had been invincible for sixty years.

The "Demon Master" Pang Ban was sitting there.

We eagerly await his arrival!
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P.S.: There will be another update at noon.

(End of this chapter)