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

Chapter 286 Meeting love at the corner

The night was cool and still, with countless stars in the sky.

Wow!

A human head popped out of the mouth of a dry well with a "plop," its head covered with withered branches and leaves. Its round, fair face had bright, gleaming eyes, like a cunning fox or cat.

She looked around for a moment, then suddenly jumped out of the well, followed closely by a young man in a black robe carrying a knife.

It was Hongxiu and Ding'an.

Ding'an shaded his eyes with his hand, looked around, and clicked his tongue in amazement: "Who would have thought that the treasure was hidden in the east of the city, but the exit was actually in the west?"

Hongxiu looked up, blinked twice quickly, and laughed, "Hurry up and move the treasure away." After saying that, she whistled.

Ding An nodded, then asked, "Is everything alright with the cripple?"

"He has the ability to cross the void with sword threads. As long as he doesn't encounter Pang Ban in the underground palace, no one can do anything to him."

Ding An agreed, "That's good." He used his prosthetic hand to reach down into the well, and with a few swift movements, he retrieved several boxes. His movements were so natural and fluid that they were impeccable.

As Ding'an retrieved the box, Hongxiu stood to the side, hands on her hips, gazing at the moon.

Half an hour later, Ding'an exhaled and shouted, "Hey~!" He grabbed the half-hearted Taoist priest and pulled him up.

The little Taoist wiped the sweat from his brow, then looked at the treasure chests, jade Buddhas, and golden horses that almost filled the courtyard, and said with feigned composure, "My God, we're going to get rich!"

Ding An chuckled and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back to Lulong Temple. We haven't secured the money yet."

"Indeed, indeed!" The half-baked Taoist rubbed his hands together and laughed heartily.

Just then, a rumbling sound came, and a white donkey pulling a donkey cart came running over.

This time, the donkey cart was dismantled and turned into three sets of flatbed carts connected together, looking like a small train.

The three immediately began moving the boxes. Money is indeed the greatest motivation. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they had moved all the treasures onto the cart. The little Taoist even took out two rolls of black cloth from the package and covered the jade Buddha and the golden horse.

Watching the half-baked Taoist's professional movements, the little beggar couldn't help but give a thumbs up and exclaim, "Fat Taoist, you're a professional!"

The young Taoist priest laughed heartily and cupped his hands in greeting.

Without resting, the three immediately pulled the donkey cart toward the city gate.

These treasures weighed a ton, and normally it would take four or five donkeys to pull the cart together, under strict coordination and on a flat road, to move them.

But the white donkey truly lived up to its reputation as a legendary donkey, leading the way and pulling three carts of treasure smoothly.

Even the three beggars sitting in the car remained calm and composed.

He has the invincible look of Lu Bu among donkeys.

On the streets of Jinling City at midnight, all was quiet and deserted. Only the lanterns hanging under the grand gates of the mansions occasionally swayed, causing the shadows of the entire gate towers to move.

The night breeze, which stirred the lamplight, also caressed the three people's faces, cool and refreshing, carrying a hint of the dampness of the Qinhuai River.

In the distance, the Qinhuai River was still brightly lit, forming a stark contrast to the dim and quiet atmosphere of this place.

Behind the clouds in the sky, the crescent moon rises and falls, its clear light slowly scattering across the night.

Everything was so quiet until they reached a crossroads, where the donkey cart turned and came face to face with a group of people.

The leader was a gentle young woman with daisies in her hair and her black hair tied up, followed by a young man with a dark complexion and a Japanese sword at his waist.

Behind them, three men looked up and stared at the donkey cart.

Of the three men, one was dressed in fine clothes and was tall, wielding a three-foot steel mace, his eyes gleaming with ferocity.

One of them, dressed in a flowing robe, possessed an extraordinary air about him. Although he appeared elegant and refined, he always carried an air of wickedness that emanated from his very bones, and his gaze toward Hongxiu was particularly lewd.

The last person carried the same short halberd as Fang Yeyu. He was dressed very elegantly, but his face was as pale as a dead man, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

The three men, standing with the gentle woman at the head, looked at first glance like human traffickers and a respectable woman, but upon closer inspection, they seemed strangely harmonious.

The two sides looked at each other and were both taken aback.

For a moment, Hongxiu narrowed her eyes but did not speak.

Ding An tilted his head and looked at these people without saying a word.

The little Taoist priest broke out in a cold sweat, forcing himself to remain calm and silent, but secretly untied the bundle on his body, his fat hands clenched into fists.

At this moment, all was silent. The two sides stared at each other intently, examining not only the person, but also the knife, and the mountain of boxes and valuables covered by black cloth on the donkey cart.
In the end, however, everyone's attention was focused on the two women at the head of the group.

At this moment, the lights hanging on the gate towers on both sides of the street flickered and swayed, making the surroundings seem even more eerie.

The gentle woman smiled and said, "Is my sister moving house so late at night?"

Hongxiu, holding the reins, said casually, "Yes." She raised an eyebrow slightly, "Sister, you're so beautiful, are you all going to the Qinhuai River for some fun?"

The woman's smile remained unchanged as she softly said, "That's right, tonight's going to be quite a spectacle."

Hongxiu said with a smile, "Oh? Then I wish you good luck, sister."

The woman nodded and said, "Thank you, sister." She turned to the side and waved her hand, "The road is narrow, sister, please go first?"

Hongxiu chuckled and said, "Oh dear, sister is getting old, you go first."

Upon hearing the word "old," a sharp glint flashed in the woman's eyes, then she smiled and said, "Then we'll be going now."

The three women, Hongxiu and her companions, smiled, clasped their hands in a fist and bow, and said in unison, "Until we meet again, please!"

On the woman's side, apart from the man with the Japanese sword at his waist, everyone raised their hands and clasped their fists, saying, "Please!"

Both sides wore smiles, but stared at each other warily as they slowly passed by.

At this moment, the night in Jinling was quiet, and the night wind was blowing, making it difficult to discern directions.

Just as they passed each other, the man with a Japanese sword at his waist and a livid face suddenly spoke up: "You Ming people are so hypocritical! You clearly recognize each other, so why pretend?"

The man's voice was hoarse, and he spoke with a bastard-like accent, clearly a Japanese devil. As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous aura suddenly filled the air.

The Japanese were startled, a chill running down their spines, and they couldn't help but shiver several times. With a clang, they drew their swords in preparation.

The two seemed frozen in place, staring at each other coldly.

Hongxiu remained calm and composed, sitting on the donkey cart.

"Sigh, they really are foreign Japanese, they can't be treated like this." The woman sighed, "They insisted on exposing us and tearing each other apart."

"Exactly, exactly," Hongxiu couldn't help but complain. "Couldn't we wait until we've put the treasure away properly before revealing it? If we start fighting here, attracting attention is one thing, but if the treasure gets damaged, wouldn't we be heartbroken?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present nodded in unison in agreement, then stared at the Japanese man with hostile expressions.

Dan Yuru nodded and smiled, "What you say is exactly what I was thinking." She sighed, "I originally wanted to see you, Fang Yeyu, and Zhen Sushan suffer heavy losses so I could reap the benefits, but who knew we'd run into each other like this?"

"Even divine power cannot overcome destiny."

Hongxiu chuckled and said, "Sister, now that you recognize us, you still dare to provoke us, the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier'?"

Dan Yuru glanced at the people behind her and said calmly, "Your Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier are renowned, but our Heavenly Mandate Sect is no less so!"

Shan Yuru is right. She herself is a female demon who has dominated the martial arts world for decades, and the three men behind her are all powerful figures at the level of sect leaders of the demonic sects.

The Heavenly Mandate Sect, to which they belong, has now surpassed the Yin Kui Sect, and Shan Yuru and the other three great masters of the Heavenly Mandate Sect are collectively known as "Jade Owl Soul Stealer".

"Yu" refers to "Cuixiu Huan" (翠袖环), a name associated with Shan Yuru.

"枭" refers to "night owl" and "羊棱" refers to the burly man wielding a steel mace.

“夺” refers to that dashing man, and “夺魄” is the talisman for dispelling evil spirits.

"Soul" refers to Du Mu, the "Soul-Seeking Grand Duke," who wields two halberds.

It can be said that the four members of "Yu Xiao Soul Snatcher" are the strongest experts in the Demonic Sect besides Pang Ban.

As for the Japanese pirates who became the fuse, it was Izumi Ichiro of the Shinkage-ryu school of Japanese pirates.

Hongxiu chuckled, and Ding'an and Xiaoban Daoren also jumped off the donkey cart.

"You old hag, calling you 'sister' is just a euphemism for being a snake." Hongxiu's expression suddenly turned cold, and she scolded, "This heroine let you go in Wuchang Prefecture, how come you're so arrogant?"

Shan Yuru said coldly, "You little whore, I think you're asking for death!"

"Heh, give it a try!" Hongxiu didn't say much, turned around and waved her hand, striking out with her palm.

Hooray!
The heavens and earth seemed to resound with a thunderous sound, and the "Heavenly Wrath True Qi" surged forth, rushing forward.

Dan Yuru's expression changed. She didn't expect Hongxiu to attack so suddenly. She immediately raised her left palm and jumped up, only to be carried into the air by the palm wind.

The beggar turned around and threw a punch, but the woman landed gracefully and retreated as if riding on clouds.

Three powerful figures behind her reached out and placed their hands on her back. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the leaves around her fell in a rustling sound, causing the wind lantern to sway wildly.

The figures of the crowd in the photo looked like ghosts baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

Just then, a blade of energy suddenly shot into the sky, slashing straight at Hongxiu's forehead. Its murderous aura was so intense that it could freeze a person's blood.

"when!"

A golden sound echoed throughout half of the capital.

Then a thick-backed sword, glowing with fiery red light, clashed with the Japanese sword.

Izumi Ichiro's body trembled slightly, and his sword rose again, allowing him to change his move and attack once more.

But he exclaimed "Huh!" and abruptly stepped back.

As they retreated, the Japanese sword, cold and sharp as snow, gestured incessantly towards Ding An, subtly blocking all his paths of advance.

Ding An, carrying his eagle-bladed sword, coldly said, "You little devils, state your names!"

"and who are you?"

Izumi Ichiro stopped, raised his sword overhead with both hands, the blade gleaming in the moonlight.

Ding An glanced at him sideways, then roared, "I am your ancestor!" He suddenly leaped up and slashed his broadsword at the Japanese soldier opposite him!

Izumi Ichiro's heart tightened. He felt the thick-backed sword slashing wildly with fire, as if a huge boulder was crushing him head-on. His blood and qi surged wildly and he could not stop it at all.

Extremely nervous, the Japanese swordsman roared, his longsword transforming into dazzling lightning as he swung it upwards with a backhand strike!

The battle raged fiercely, with Hongxiu facing off against four opponents alone, using her internal energy to control them.

"Ha, a bunch of hyena-like things." The little beggar was extremely domineering, stroking his scimitar with one hand and pointing at the donkey cart with the other. "The treasure is right there."

Hongxiu glanced around disdainfully and smiled scornfully: "Let's see who dares to steal my money!"
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Just as Madam Zhen was about to light the fuse, she suddenly felt someone pat her shoulder.

The tinderbox went out with a "poof".

Madam Zhen awoke with a start and looked back.

Moonlight streamed down from the cave entrance, and Pang Ban, dressed in a flowing blue robe, stood quietly behind him.

Madam Zhen was overjoyed and jumped up.

"Master Demon! What brings you here?" she exclaimed suddenly, realizing what was happening. "You, you must go and save Ye Yu!"

Pang Dianban nodded and smiled, "The current me is just a shadow in your heart; the real me has already left." As soon as he finished speaking, the figure vanished.

Madam Zhen suddenly woke up as if she had been hit on the head with a blunt object, her mind buzzing.

At that moment, the moonlight shone on her. Madam Zhen stared at the sky and stammered, "Am I...am I dreaming?"

Suddenly, she looked down and saw that the tinderbox in her hand had turned into a puff of ashes. Her eyes widened, her mind a jumble of thoughts, and she didn't know where to begin.
(End of this chapter)