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

Chapter 267 Money's Coming!
The reason Ren Shaoyang said that the Huajian School was no longer elegant was that after Nian Liandan's death, no grandmasters appeared in the school.

Nian Liandan was far away in the foreign lands, and it was not easy for him to establish his own power base. He wanted to come to the Central Plains to eliminate his lifelong enemy, but he ended up losing his life.

With his death, the "ethereal beauty among flowers" will likely be lost forever.

The fight broke out in the back garden. It seemed like a long time had passed, but in reality, it was only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. When Li Ruohai and the others arrived at the back garden, they immediately felt a sinister atmosphere, with a chilling murderous aura emanating from it.

Ren Shaoyang stood alone in the middle of the field, sword in hand, while blood flowed in a stream on the ground.

He single-handedly killed all the invading enemies with his sword!
Seeing the horrific scene, Gu Ningqing and her daughter turned pale. Li Ruohai noticed the white-robed man's unusual expression and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Shaoyang, how are you?"

Ren Shaoyang sheathed his sword and slowly walked to the crowd. His body went limp and he almost fell. Although his fight with Nian Liandan and the others was like cutting melons and vegetables, it was only a short time. Facing these top masters in the world, Ren Shaoyang was like dancing on the edge of a knife, using the "Heart-Sacrificing Style," "Emperor's Qi Observation Technique," and "Heavenly Melody" to their fullest extent.

All of these things are far more mentally and physically demanding than dealing with an attack by hundreds or thousands of people.

Although Ren Shaoyang cultivated the "Mountain Classic", he had not had enough time to comprehend it. Although he could recover from the broken arm within a day, he was still not strong enough to deal with the injuries caused by Pang Ban's severe damage to his foundation and the deficiency of his true energy.

Therefore, when facing Nian Liandan and the others, he was indeed unable to use his full strength; at least, he could not use the ultimate techniques of "Sword Silk Crossing the Void" and "Sword Light".

Therefore, they could only rely on swordsmanship and aura observation to kill these formidable enemies, like snatching chestnuts from a fire.

Even if he were to kill them all now, he would still suffer enormous losses. His injuries, which had just stabilized, would all relapse, and now his meridians would be completely empty, with no internal energy left.

Not collapsing in front of everyone is already a great achievement.

Seeing that his face was ashen, Lie Zhenbei stepped forward to support him and turned back to order, "Quick, little elf, give me a Rejuvenation Pill!"

"Ah, oh!" Gu Qianlian was taken aback, then responded repeatedly, reaching for the medicine bottle from her bosom.

However, she was not as fast as Gu Zixian. The Dual Cultivation Princess took the lead and handed Lie Zhenbei a pill, saying indifferently, "Mr. Zhenbei, here you go."

Lie Zhenbei quickly took the food, fed it to Ren Shaoyang, then gently channeled his inner energy into Ren's back before massaging him.

After a while, Ren Shaoyang's face turned from golden to red, then from red to white, repeating this several times. He coughed twice before opening his eyes.

"Excellent medicine, excellent medical skills!" Ren Shaoyang gave a thumbs up and smiled, "Thank you very much, Mr. Zhenbei."

Lie Zhenbei was sweating profusely at this moment. After letting go of his hand, he observed his expression and then asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I'm in great shape!"

Li Ruohai shook his head and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Nian Liandan's 'Flower Fairy Aura' is extremely vicious. You don't want to suffer any aftereffects."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "What are these few rotten tomatoes and stinky bird eggs? If I were in my prime, I wouldn't need a second sword to kill them!"

Lie Zhenbei smiled helplessly and said, "Brother Ren, I know your 'sword aura' is powerful, but you are seriously injured right now."

Ren Shaoyang scratched his head and laughed, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just exhausted."

Li Ruohai stepped forward to help him up, then looked at Gu Ningqing and asked, "Ningqing, prepare a private room for Ren Jianshen to rest and heal his injuries."

"Okay!" Gu Ningqing suddenly snapped out of her daze and hurriedly agreed loudly. However, her eyes were filled with fear when she looked at Ren Shaoyang.

Having lived in the Dual Cultivation Palace for so long, the woman had never witnessed such a terrifying scene. Therefore, when she gave orders to her servants, her voice trembled involuntarily.

Seeing Ren Shaoyang being helped to a side room by a servant, Li Ruohai turned around, looked around, and sighed.

Lie Zhenbei asked, "Pretty face, are you unwilling to accept this?"

"Of course I'm not reconciled," Li Ruohai said in a deep voice. "If I hadn't been injured, Shao Yang wouldn't have dragged his heavily wounded body to fight against Nian Liandan and the others!" He looked at him and continued, "You wouldn't have been injured like this by Li Chimei either."

Lie Zhenbei didn't speak, but just looked at the mess in the garden. Blood flowed like a river, limbs were scattered everywhere, peach trees collapsed in patches, and the rockery bricks were overturned and broken.

What was once a paradise-like haven has now become a hellish place.

This shows just how fierce the battle was, and it also makes us understand just how terrifying Ren Jianshen's swordsmanship is.

Li Ruohai continued, "You old medicine addict, can you still hold on?"

Lie Zhenbei's expression was very strange, a mixture of lingering fear and excitement. He slowly said, "I... I don't know how to express it."

"When I was dealing with Li Chimei, I was prepared to die. But just now, after examining my body, I found that the cold and yin energy in my heart meridian had not erupted, but instead, it had been revived. This makes me feel much better."

Li Ruohai smiled slightly and said, "It seems that Shao Yang's Heavenly Melody is indeed beneficial to you!"

Lie Zhenbei nodded, looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky, and said, "I wonder how Miss Hongxiu and Ding'an are doing?"

Li Ruohai helped Lie Zhenbei out of the garden and said calmly, "Don't worry, those two are no ordinary people. Even if the Red Sun Dharma King and Li Chimei don't die, they'll be badly injured!"

"Huh? You mean, even with Hongri's throat slit, he could still run?"

“Of course!” Li Ruohai said seriously, “They always flee thousands of miles away if they miss their first strike. Even Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun were not entirely confident of killing them.”

What happened to Lian Dan that year?

"He was purely killed by Shao Yang's scheme!"
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The sky was bright.

Ren Shaoyang sat upright on the bed in the side room, practicing his internal energy to heal his injuries.

Last night, despite being seriously injured himself, Lie Zhenbei came again to treat him with acupuncture, and his complexion has improved a lot now.

As he meditated, he heard the excited whispers of the maids and servants outside the Shuangxiu Mansion.

Most of them felt despair last night, because these people were descendants of the Peerless Kingdom and had experienced attacks from the Phantom Sword Sect, Nian Liandan, and others many times over the years.

In the past, the matches were usually evenly matched, with the intensity remaining within a certain range. However, an attack like last night's, which was aimed entirely at annihilation, was something we had never encountered before.

When everyone saw Ren Shaoyang turn the tide and single-handedly eliminate the old devil and the clown, they all revered him like a god.

The servants and maids knew that Ren Shaoyang was recovering from his injuries, but as they passed by, they couldn't help but look towards the door and whisper their admiration.

Although Ren Shaoyang was physically weak, his spirits were surprisingly good.

It's even too good.

He didn't need to consciously listen or sense; with a mere sweep of his mind, the expressions, micro-expressions, tones of voice, and subtle hand gestures of everyone within a radius of several dozen feet were instantly and clearly reflected in his mind. Such spiritual advancement was something unheard of in other worlds.

Ren Shaoyang sighed slightly, thinking to himself, "Well, I've also got the buff that allows protagonists in Huang Yi's martial arts world to improve rapidly through fighting!" He chuckled to himself, quite pleased with himself.

Ren Shaoyang closed his eyes slightly, and before he knew it, sleepiness washed over him. He leaned against the bed and drifted off to sleep.

I was not yet sound asleep when I suddenly heard a slight noise.

Ren Shaoyang opened his eyes and saw several faces approaching from the front.

The little beggar, Ding'an, was being stared at by the white donkey without blinking.

Upon seeing him awake, everyone cheered!
Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, looking relaxed: "I'm back." His voice was light, clearly indicating that he was in a good mood.

"I'm back!" the little beggar shouted, chest puffed out and head held high. But then he deflated like a punctured balloon and said listlessly, "Unfortunately, that old bald monk still managed to escape."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "The Red Sun Dharma King's 'immortality technique' is a Tibetan martial art. It is extremely fast and is best used for escaping."

"Yes, yes!" Hongxiu said angrily, "I chased after him and slashed him six or seven times, and suddenly that old bald monk was covered in blood mist and disappeared in a flash!"

Ren Shaoyang gently stroked her head and laughed, "It's quite impressive that you could beat him up so badly."

"No way!" The little beggar's eyes dimmed. His sister, now online, huffed and puffed, "Brother Shaoyang, I want to create a martial art for hunting down and capturing enemies. Please help me!"

The younger sister tugged at Ren Shaoyang's sleeve and acted coquettishly.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Little sister, have you forgotten your iron throwing knife?"

"It's still here!" The younger sister pulled out a black throwing knife and showed it to him. "Look, here!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "I'll pass on the 'Mountain Classic' to you these next few days. You can also make a little sister version of 'Heartbreak Little Flying Knife'."

"It doesn't sound good, it doesn't sound good!"

The younger sister covered her head with both hands and shook her head repeatedly: "I'll choose a nice name after I've mastered it."

"it is good."

Ren Shaoyang nodded, then looked at Ding An.

His face was covered in soot, and his clothes were like beggar's clothes. When he noticed Shao Yang looking at him, he grinned and showed off his big white teeth.

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu were both amused, because Ding An was only white in his eyes and teeth, and now he had lost one of his front teeth.
"It seems Li Chimei's skills have improved greatly." Ren Shaoyang looked her over seriously. "I've knocked out all your teeth!"

"Mmm! His needle was too fast, I got so frustrated I bit it with my teeth, and then my tooth fell out."

As Ding'an spoke, he raised his prosthetic hand, which was riddled with holes.

"Look, this freak has ruined my prosthetic arm!"

"Ha! What a coincidence!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, took two pieces of heavy black iron swords from the bed, and handed them to Ding An: "Look, I've found some good material!"

"Damn it!" Ding An grinned, rubbing his hands together, and hurriedly took the broken Xuan Tie sword, his face full of surprise. "My God! Cripple, you really thought of me when you got something good!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "You can use this as a good opportunity to install a prosthetic arm and upgrade yourself."

"Mmm!" Ding An looked at the broken sword with great affection, then became lost in his own world, murmuring, "In the last world, we encountered Japanese pirates in Fujian. The muskets they had were quite powerful. I could try to attach them to my prosthetic arm."

"Huh?" Ren Shaoyang looked puzzled.

"Ouch!" The little beggar slapped Ding'an on the head. "What's the point of adding a musket?"

"Ouch!"

Black ash fell in a flurry from Ding An's head. He clutched his head and cried out in pain, "Little beggar, are you going to kill me?"

Hongxiu chuckled, ignoring Ding'an's dirty head, and reached out to pat it, saying, "You're such a blockhead, you're just a blockhead."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Why did you attach a musket to your prosthetic arm? You should attach a cannon!" The little beggar exaggeratedly, making big circles with his hands. "A big cannon, combined with your 'Burning the City' technique, just imagine how powerful that would be!"

"Hey~!" Ding'an's eyes lit up, just like his African cousin's. "Great idea!"

"Right! I'm a genius!" Hongxiu said proudly, one hand on her hip and the other wiping her nose.

Ren Shaoyang listened from the side, his face full of question marks.

No, you guys are going to use hand cannons in the martial arts world?

This is so damn cyberpunk!
The style of painting is wrong!
Just then, Ding An suddenly said, "Crippled man, although I didn't catch up with Li Chimei, I saw this thing that came off him. Take a look."

As he spoke, Ding'an pulled out half a tanned sheepskin from his bosom.
Ren Shaoyang looked at the sheepskin, then at Ding An, swallowed hard, and said, "Severed hand."

"Hmm?" The dark-faced "Junior Sister Feng" raised her head.

"Little beggar!"

"Have!"

Red-sleeved kitten salutes.

Ren Shaoyang also pulled out a sheepskin and said with a smile, "The Northern Treasure Hunting Team is regrouping!"

With a swish, it unfolded and combined with the one from Ding'an.

"We're going to make a fortune!"

(End of this chapter)