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

Chapter 269 Heroes on Isolated Overseas Islands

Inside a grand residence in Xinzhou Prefecture, at the northern end of Dongting Lake and beside the Yangtze River.

Fang Yeyu, Li Chimei, and a beautiful woman in palace attire were sitting around a table in the main hall, quietly enjoying a meal of bird's nest delicacies.

The Red Sun Dharma King, with a bandage around his neck, sat in meditation not far away.

The scene was somewhat quiet, even a little depressing.

The three of them silently finished eating the bird's nest. Fang Yeyu first gave the beautiful woman a gentle smile, and the beautiful woman returned the smile with a slight smile.

This woman had obvious features of foreign ancestry, with a high nose and deep-set eyes, making her extremely beautiful. Unfortunately, her complexion was slightly pale, which diluted her beauty and made her appear more elegant.

Fang Yeyu looked at the Red Sun Dharma King: "Dharma King, how are your injuries?"

With a peaceful expression, the Red Sun Dharma King casually wrote a few words on a piece of iron and held it up: "I'm fine, except I can't speak."

The old monk sighed, reached out and brushed the iron plate, then wrote a few more words: "Consider this as practicing silent meditation."

Li Chimei sighed, "It's so good that you're alright."

Everyone looked pleased and breathed a sigh of relief.

Nian Liandan, Qiang Wangsheng, and others all died at the Shuangxiu Mansion, while Li Chimei and the Red Sun Dharma King were both seriously injured.

Especially the Red Sun Dharma King, whose neck was slashed with a shocking gash. An ordinary person would probably have died long ago from such an injury.

But the Red Sun Dharma King, with his extraordinary abilities, actually escaped from Hongxiu's clutches and is now speechless, which is truly remarkable.

Fang Yeyu looked at Li Chimei: "Teacher Li, you..."

Li Chimei said, "Li Ding'an and I are yin and yang, respectively, and are natural rivals. The more his fire energy hurts me, the faster I will improve next time."

Hearing this, Fang Yeyu was greatly pleased and smiled, "Teacher Li displayed great power at the Dual Cultivation Academy, single-handedly injuring all the experts there. I truly admire you!"

The beautiful woman listened with a smile and bowed, saying, "I also hold you in the highest esteem."

Li Chimei shook her head and said, "What's the use? We still can't beat the three villains."

"The third villain, Ren Shaoyang!"

Fang Yeyu gritted his teeth and said, "These three are like our natural enemies. We'll just have to wait for our teacher to come out of seclusion so we can kill them one by one!"

The beautiful woman asked, "So Ren Shaoyang killed Sect Leader Nian with just his swordsmanship?"

“Yes!” A deep pain flashed across Li Chimei’s eyes as she sighed, “This person’s swordsmanship is so strong that even if Sect Master Nian and Shi Zhongtian joined forces, they would not be a match for him. I didn’t expect that he couldn’t even escape.”

At this moment, Hongri tapped the table and raised the iron sign: "If it weren't for Teacher Li and my excellent lightness skills, we probably wouldn't have been able to escape!"

The beautiful woman sighed and said, "I heard that Ren Hongxiu and Li Ding'an are 'pulling out nails' near Poyang Lake. Little Demon Master, let's call our people back to avoid unnecessary losses."

Fang Yeyu nodded and said, "Yes, Madam Zhen." He paused and then said, "Will Madam Zhen be unhappy because Yeyu cannot forget Qin Mengyao?"

Everyone knew of his feelings for Qin Mengyao, and remained silent.

But this guy said that in front of his fiancée.
Bottom man!
Madam Zhen gave him a deep look and said, "A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. We are not only future husband and wife, but also blood sworn brothers!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yeyu knew that this woman was outwardly magnanimous but secretly cursing him, so he could only swallow his anger and say, "Madam Zhen is truly a 'woman of great character'."

Li Chimei smiled and said, "Now the martial world is divided into two battlefields. One is Dongting Lake, which is under Ye Yu's control, and the other is Zhu Yuanzhang's base camp in the capital."

"The news that Li Ding'an has the Eagle Knife has spread throughout the martial arts world, causing the righteous and the evil to fall apart. Even the Eight Factions Alliance is unable to unite due to mutual suspicion, which is of great benefit to us."

Madam Zhen frowned slightly and said, "I have a question: Since Li Ding'an obtained the Eagle Knife, why didn't Zhu Yuanzhang seize it by force?"

Li Chimei smiled and said, "Madam Zhen has just arrived in the Central Plains, no wonder she is unaware of the situation here." She paused and continued, "Why does no one dare to snatch Ren Shaoyang's 'Divine Sword' that captures the dragon?"

Fang Yeyu scoffed, "Who would dare to steal his things?"

Li Chimei said, "When the three evil spirits combine, they become another demonic master in the world. To seize the three evil spirits? Zhu Yuanzhang may be wicked, but he's not stupid."

"The Divine Sword Captures the Dragon?!"

Upon hearing Ren Shaoyang's name, Madam Zhen's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

"But is it the peerless divine weapon in the hands of the Sword God Ren, whose length can be changed at will and which can break nothing throughout the ages?"

Li Chimei Fengri stared intently at her and said, "Madam seems to be very interested in that Ren Shaoyang."

Madam Zhen smiled and said, "What woman wouldn't be attracted to such a man? I'll definitely meet him when I have the chance."

Fang Yeyu rolled his eyes, vaguely sensing that this was Madam Zhen's revenge against him for falling in love with Qin Mengyao, and felt a deep resentment in his heart.

At this moment, Hongri tapped the table, pointed to the hat on Fang Yeyu's head, and then pointed to the green plants next to him.

Hehe smiled.

Fang Yeyu smiled helplessly, "Your Majesty, sometimes I also want to dye my hat green!"

Everyone laughed, but after the laughter subsided, Li Chimei frowned and said, "Gentlemen, the treasure map of Emperor Yuan's legacy has been taken by Li Ding'an."

"Emperor Yuan's legacy?"

Fang Yeyu and the others were all moved, as they had long heard of the great treasure left behind by Emperor Yuan Shun.

Li Chimei said, "I have known the location of the treasure for a long time, but the top half is missing, so I have not been able to find the treasure."

Fang Yeyu asked, "Teacher Li, where is the treasure?"

“Jinling!” Li Chimei said in a deep voice, “The late emperor hid the treasure in Jinling.”

"Huh? How did you get there?"

"I was once ordered to execute four hundred craftsmen in Jinling," Li Chimei said without changing her expression. "Based on the incomplete treasure map, I was able to deduce the location of the treasure."

"So, the three villains might also be looking for treasure in Jinling?" Li Chimei nodded and said, "Then we'll need spies in Jinling to find the three villains."

"Perfect timing," Fang Yeyu said with a smile. "My senior brother has many spies working on this very thing."
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As dawn breaks in the east, the sea shimmers with gold.

An island, shaped like a cloud, stands under the sun, like a bright red fireball, as if it jumped out from the blue sea and the lonely cloud.

Ren Shaoyang walked along a path on the island, flanked by towering coconut trees. After walking for a while, the sea disappeared from sight, and the coconut trees on both sides of the road were replaced by a large bamboo forest, lush and verdant, with a touch of antiquity.

As he rounded a rocky outcrop, he was taken aback: "What a beautiful view!"

Before me lay a vast lake, its surface shimmering and smooth as a mirror.

As the setting sun lingered in the west, the tranquil lake surface was bathed in a hazy red glow.

On the opposite bank is a small hill, its reflection shimmering on the crystal-clear lake, a breathtaking sight. High atop the hill stands a colossal bronze statue, hands on hips, gazing into the distance; its presence is so striking that one's hat seems to fall off.

Ren Shaoyang looked at the bronze statue's face with a complicated expression, and murmured, "You, are you the leader?" As he spoke, he shot out a sword thread that flew up the mountain.

As the saying goes, "looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," and even at Ren Shaoyang's speed, it took him almost half an hour to finally reach the top of the mountain.

Looking down, the entire island comes into view, covered with dense bamboo forests and houses with blue bricks and white tiles, some solemn and majestic, others quiet and unique. They are like black and white chess pieces, inlaid on the lakeside.

At this moment, white gulls flew around it, chirping and calling out.

Upon closer inspection, one could see countless people dressed in navy blue, plain white, and light blue robes, each heading into different buildings. From a distance, they resembled rivers of different colors, clearly distinct.

Just as I was watching, I suddenly heard an angry snort from behind me.

Ren Shaoyang frowned, surprised that someone had intruded into his several-foot-wide area without him noticing!

He turned his head and saw an old man with white hair staring at him with an unfriendly expression not far away.

"What amazing lightness skill!" Ren Shaoyang stared intently and secretly applauded.

The old man stood atop a bamboo stalk several meters high, letting the green bamboo sway in the wind, his body rising and falling like a floating cloud.

The old man was dressed in a blue robe, of medium height, with two long eyebrows that slanted upwards into his temples, and five strands of white beard, yet he exuded an air of nobility that made him impossible to look directly at.

His gaze was extremely sharp, fixed on me without blinking, as if I were looking at a dead person.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "This junior, Ren Shaoyang, greets the senior."

The old man in blue chuckled coldly, looked him up and down, and said, "There's no wind or boat today, so how did you get to Lonely Cloud Island?"

Ren Shaoyang's expression was complicated as he said, "Senior, I never lie. I can only say it fell from the sky."

"Fine!" the old man said coldly, "Since you fell from the sky, I'll just send you flying back!"

Ren Shaoyang cursed his bad luck inwardly and said with a wry smile, "Senior, I'm afraid you'll have a hard time beating me."

"Oh? Is that so?" The old man glanced at him and nodded, saying, "With your half-baked 'Mind Control'?"

Ren Shaoyang was taken aback and turned to look.

The old man in blue was also staring at him intently, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

Ren Shaoyang's expression turned serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "May I ask if you also cultivate 'Mind Movement'?"

"Hmph!" the old man snorted coldly, his face full of disgust, and said, "I've never practiced this!"

"Then why do you seem so familiar with it?"

"I've been beaten up by people who practice this skill my whole life!" the old man roared, his hair and beard bristling, and he brandished his hands. "So, I'm angry just looking at you!"

hum!
A purple light enveloped everything, and the old man leaped into the air, arriving above Ren Shaoyang's head. With a whoosh, his right hand, clad in an iron gauntlet, struck powerfully at Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang originally intended to block with his fist, but when he saw the iron gauntlet and the sweet, cloying purple aura filling the sky, he hesitated.

A thought suddenly struck him, and he immediately let out a soft whistle. The sword blade shot out, and in the flashing light, the dazzling light reflected from the tip of the sword was reflected within a seven-foot radius in front of him.

The old man was about to be pierced through the chest and abdomen, but instead of dodging, he laughed maliciously: "Good swordsmanship!"

His right palm slashed out from mid-air, and while still in mid-air, his body generated an immense new force. In an instant, the two forces intersected and moved forward, which was extremely strange.

when!
As their swords and palms clashed, a loud crash resounded, and both men staggered back three steps, their expressions tightening.

Ren Shaoyang frowned and said, "What great strength!"

"Your swordsmanship isn't bad either," the old man said coldly, looking at the tear in the iron gauntlet. "You actually ruined my gauntlet."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Senior, I'm not here to fight."

The old man sneered, "But I insist on fighting you."

Ren Shaoyang sighed and said, "Is a fight absolutely necessary?"

"Of course!" The old man smiled, his hands behind his back. "The moment you appeared, I had a feeling that a natural enemy was at my side. This battle is a must!"

"Good!" Ren Shaoyang waved his sleeve, and the sword blade grew rapidly. A nimble sword blade shot out from his sleeve and instantly transformed into a flexible weapon that was over ten feet long, which swirled behind him like a sword wheel.

The two men stood about ten feet apart, staring intently at each other, each calculating their next move.

Ren Shaoyang thought to himself, "This person is incredibly skilled; his strength is unlike anything I've ever seen! But those iron gauntlets and that purple light... why do they look so familiar?"

Suddenly, the old man's expression changed, and he snorted coldly, "The old scoundrel is here. You're lucky, kid!" As he spoke, he leaped up and disappeared from the spot with a few thuds.

Such a swift and unexpected turn of events left Ren Shaoyang completely bewildered.

Is he tired of things?
Who?
Just then, Ren Shaoyang froze.

A strange and terrifying aura slowly spread out, like a lone wisp of smoke rising from a desolate sea, broken and mournful, yet soaring straight into the sky, vowing not to return until it reaches the heavens.

(End of this chapter)