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

Chapter 250 Quiet and Thoughtful
Ren Shaoyang jumped out of the window and left an hour later.

The donkey cart rumbled along the country road leading to Peach Blossom Village.

Before long, the sky gradually turned a pale white.

Ren Shaoyang, driving the car, said to Feng Xinglie, "Xinglie, the situation in your body is a bit complicated."

Feng Xinglie's face turned pale, and he said in a low voice, "Uncle Ren, please enlighten me."

"Why are you being so pedantic with me?" Ren Shaoyang chuckled. "If you want to master the 'Striking the Ten Directions of the World with a Stick,' you need to have the arrogant spirit to roar at the heavens and earth and curse Buddha and ancestors."

"Ah, Xinglie understands." Feng Xinglie said somewhat reluctantly, "I'll try my best to change."

Change it? This is your inherent personality; you can't change it!

Ren Shaoyang stopped dwelling on the topic and said, "You have three extraordinary forces within you. Besides the true energy of Lao Li and Pang Ban, there is also a spiritual force in your sea of ​​consciousness."

"Psychic powers?" Gu Qianlian leaned out of the car and asked, "Uncle Ren, this isn't something an ordinary expert could leave behind!"

“Yes.” Ren Shaoyang turned to look at Feng Xinglie with a strange look in his eyes. “This strange power is between illusion and reality. It not only helped you avoid the calamity of ‘the destruction of the cauldron and the birth of the species,’ but also preserved your vital energy and spiritual consciousness, causing Old Ghost Pang to fail at the last minute.”

Ren Shaoyang asked, "Your luck is almost comparable to Xiao Bai's."

When Han Bai was mentioned, Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, but he didn't know what would happen after Han Bai returned to the Han residence.

But then he thought again that Han Bai's body had been given extraordinary abilities by Chi Zunxin, he possessed the "Divine Illumination Scripture", wielded the great sword specially made for him by Ding'an, and had also cultivated the "Sword Leopard" of the Thirteen Swords of Kunlun.

Armed to the teeth like this, if he still crashes, then this kid is truly a useless piece of trash, and he might as well spend the rest of his life in Peach Blossom Village!
“Uncle Ren,” Feng Xinglie hesitated for a moment before saying, “I had contact with the Living Buddha Yingyuan back then, and at that time he conveyed a strange aura through his eyes.”

“That’s right.” Ren Shaoyang said slowly, “This person is the Tibetan Sangha King, the son of Grandmaster Chuanying. His realm is incredibly profound. He saw that you had become Pang Ban’s furnace, so he first infused a stream of spiritual energy into you and used your body to exchange blows with Pang Ban.”

"It can also be seen as a continuation of the contest between Chuanying and Meng Chixing from a hundred years ago."

Feng Xinglie was taken aback for a moment, then muttered, "So convoluted?"

"Of course," Ren Shaoyang laughed. "These experts are all quite pretentious! They pursue thunder in silence, and that's part of the reason why Pang Ban is so angry with you!"

"By the way, how did you run into Yingyuan?"

Feng Xinglie dared not conceal anything and recounted everything that happened back then.

It turns out that Li Ruohai captured Ying Yuan years ago and made a bet with him. Ying Yuan said that it was impossible for Li Ruohai to kill him "without being moved". But Li Ruohai didn't believe it. He was a stubborn person and determined to prove that he could be "unmoved".

In fact, at this stage, Li Ruohai had already lost. In terms of spiritual cultivation, he was no match for the miraculous Lama Monk King who had forgotten all his martial arts skills overnight.

Later, in order to save Yingyuan Living Buddha, Feng Xinglie defeated the Thirteen Night Riders and betrayed the Evil Sect. This also resolved Li Ruohai's dilemma in dealing with the Yingyuan Living Buddha issue.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "So, you've actually turned misfortune into a blessing in disguise."

Feng Xinglie gave a bitter smile, thinking of the near-death experiences he had gone through along the way, and sighed, "Uncle Ren, I would rather not have this kind of 'blessing'."

Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and laughed.

At this moment, Gu Qianlian held Feng Xinglie's hand and asked softly, "Uncle Ren, do you have a way to solve Xinglie's problem?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xinglie suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Ren Shaoyang.

Indeed, apart from Ying Yuan and Pang Ban, only Ren Shaoyang and Lang Fanyun in the world have the ability to resolve their own troubles.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "A person's innate life is nothing more than a bit of true yin, true yang, and a trace of primordial spirit. The primordial spirit integrates yin and yang, interacts and stirs, and thus exchanges qi with the outside world through breathing. The heart beats and the lungs expand, circulating qi and blood, thereby generating vitality."

"The Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique is profound in its conception, involving the ethereal consciousness, that is, the essence of the soul. To resolve it, one must start from the origin of the mind and spirit, unite the innate true yang and true yin, and integrate the three true energies for one's own use."

"At that time, not only will all the troubles disappear, but Xing Lie will also become a great master!"

After hearing what Ren Shaoyang said, Feng Xinglie and Gu Qianlian were greatly encouraged.

Gu Qianlian quickly asked, "Uncle Ren, what should we do?"

"The way to save you," Ren Shaoyang looked at them and smiled, "is in your own hands."

"Us?" Feng Xinglie and Gu Qianlian said in unison.

“That’s right.” Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, “You can use the ‘Dual Cultivation Technique’ of the Dual Cultivation Mansion to cultivate together. Through the state of unity of spirit and body, you can perceive your innate primordial spirit and naturally gather the three streams of true energy, thus achieving a complete cure.”

"Ah~! This!"

Feng Xinglie blushed deeply, while Gu Qianlian, standing beside him, opened her mouth slightly, her face turning completely red from embarrassment at Ren Shaoyang, even the roots of her ears turning red.

Although they all blushed, surprisingly they did not utter a word of rebuttal.

The wind was gentle and soft as Ren Shaoyang leisurely drove the donkey cart, the only sound in the world seeming to be the rumbling of the wheels. After a while, Feng Xinglie composed himself and said to Ren Shaoyang, "Uncle Ren, before I left, my master had something for me to tell you."

"That old man," Ren Shaoyang chuckled, glancing at Feng Xinglie, "why doesn't he say it to your face, but insists on having you pass on the message."

Feng Xinglie, hearing him tease Li Ruohai, didn't dare to reply. He could only cough and say, "Master said he thought of a close friend whose medical skills are unparalleled. He can not only heal injuries but also become your confidant."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said gently, "What a coincidence, is it 'Poison Doctor' Lie Zhenbei?"

Gu Qianlian's eyes lit up, and she said loudly, "Uncle Ren, if Mr. Zhenbei knew you were here, he would be overjoyed! With his help, your injuries will surely heal sooner!"

“Hmm, the Dual Cultivation Abode.” Ren Shaoyang stroked the ring and pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, “I’m quite interested in it. I was just thinking of going out for a stroll.”
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On a giant ship on the banks of the Yangtze River.

A few people with long swords at their waists stood scattered around.

The leader was a young man with an arrogant expression and a face as pale as paper.

The young man, his expression cold, asked without turning his head, "Any news of Father?"

The person behind him replied, "Reporting to Young Master, since the battle of Yingfeng Gorge, the Sect Leader has not yet returned. However, news has come that he and Master Shi have gone ahead to 'Mysterious Valley' to assist 'Flower Fairy' Nian Liandan in attacking the Dual Cultivation Mansion."

The young man slapped the gunwale and said coldly, "Grandmaster Nian wants to destroy the Dual Cultivation Mansion. How can my Phantom Sword Sect not lend a hand?" He turned to his subordinates and said, "Turn the ship around and head straight for the Misty Valley!"

"Yes!" The subordinate took the order and left.

This young man was named Diao Piqing, nicknamed "The Enchanting Sword Prince," and was the son of Diao Xiang, the leader of the Southern Guangdong Phantom Sword Sect. His master was also his uncle, the "Sword Demon" Shi Zhongtian.

In the martial arts world, there are so-called "two holy lands and three evil dens". The two holy lands are the Jingnian Zen Sect and the Cihang Jingzhai Sect. The Phantom Sword Sect, located on a small island in the south, is one of the three evil dens.

The Phantom Sword Sect and the Dual Cultivation Mansion are notorious rivals. This time, Nian Liandan, one of the three great masters of the borderlands, led a group of demons to attack the Dual Cultivation Mansion, and not only Diao Xiang and Shi Zhongtian went to fight.

Diao Piqing naturally stepped up without hesitation, determined to do his part in destroying the Dual Cultivation Mansion!

Just as the bow of the ship turned around, a clear whistle suddenly rang out from the giant ship.

Before the whistling sound had even subsided, a bloody shadow flew down from the bow of the ship.

In the blink of an eye, a bright young girl gently landed on the bow of the ship. Before anyone could react, she vanished like a ghost in the wind, gracefully ascending the mast to the horizontal bar.

But she stood atop the pole, looking down at the crowd below. Her blood-red robes fluttered as if about to take flight, like flames burning fiercely in the night sky.

The girl's arrival was so sudden that everyone in the Phantom Sword Sect was startled.

Diao Piqing shouted even louder, "Who are you?"

"I don't like wasting time talking to dead people," Hongxiu said casually. "Just think of me as someone who's here for revenge."

"Good!" Diao Piqing shouted, "How dare you cause trouble for my Phantom Sword Sect? You're courting death!" As he spoke, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, his killing intent surged, and the long sword in his hand gleamed brightly as he leaped forward to stab.

But Diao Piqing's sword flickered like a venomous snake. As the blade trembled, one sword transformed into two, and the two swords created four sword shadows, each piercing a vital spot on Hongxiu's body.

Seeing this, Hongxiu raised her delicate eyebrows and sneered, "All show and no substance."

Extend your little hand, clench your fist, and smash it out of thin air!
Hooray!
As if a thunderclap had struck from the void, everyone on the ship felt as if their souls and spirits had been shattered by the thunder, blood flowing from their seven orifices, screaming as they collapsed to the ground.

While the people in the distance looked so disheveled, Diao Piqing, with her red sleeves in front of her, was in an even more miserable state.

A deafening clap of thunder rang in his ears, rupturing Diao Piqing's eardrums and causing blood to flow from his seven orifices.

In a daze, he seemed to see a bolt of lightning, winding and twisting, like a fiery serpent, leaping across the sky from the hand of the blood-clad girl atop the mast.

The lightning flashed, illuminating her indifferent little face and the inky black sky behind her.

Diao Piqing's eyes went blank, his body stiffened, and a crackling sound came from inside his body. Blood spurted from his seven orifices.

With a thud, Diao Piqing fell onto the deck and died instantly.

Hongxiu expressionlessly took out the secret letter from her bosom, traced it with her finger, and slowly said, "The lackeys around Wuchang Prefecture have been wiped out. Next, it's other places."

Suddenly, she slapped her forehead, looking annoyed: "Oh dear! I was so busy killing people that I forgot to pick up the cripple!"

Before the words were finished, the red figure soared into the sky, made a turn, landed on the dock, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

suddenly!

With a "crack," the large ship seemed to be broken in two by a giant hand, splitting open from the middle, with splinters of wood falling like rain as it slowly sank to the bottom of the river.

(End of this chapter)