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

Chapter 320 Twelve Gold Medals

The north wind howled, and snow fell heavily.

Inside Yue Fei's army camp.

A large banner bearing the character "Yue" stood beside the barricade, its red silk fabric fluttering in the wind.

In the heavy snow, it resembled a touch of sincere blood, silently gazing at the heavens.

Under the banner, Yue Fei personally led his generals and soldiers, standing solemnly and imposingly, their military bearing impeccable and their aura dignified.

Suddenly, two loud bangs were heard outside the camp, followed by the sound of drums and music, and the beating of gongs and shouts.

The generals were taken aback when they saw an old eunuch carrying a pile of gold medals, followed by about fifty imperial guards, walking in with a square gait.

"I have seen an angel!"

Yue Shuai led his men in chanting, their voices like thunder and lightning, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The crowd behind the eunuch was shocked, their faces turning pale. The old eunuch narrowed his eyes and said with a faint smile, "General Yue, what a magnificent display of power."

Yue Fei frowned, but still smiled and said, "Please forgive me if I have offended Eunuch Liu."

This old eunuch was named Liu Xi. He was the emperor's personal eunuch and was known for his extremely vindictive nature. He had always disliked military men like Yue Fei, and now he felt even more embarrassed that Yue Fei had been publicly humiliated.

So he looked up at the sky, sneered, and said, "Never mind, I am an old acquaintance of Commander Yue."

Yue Fei breathed a sigh of relief, returned the greeting, and said, "Eunuch Liu is very generous!"

Seeing that he had given the barbarian a way out, yet the barbarian remained arrogant, Liu Xi couldn't help but chuckle angrily. He merely glanced at the gold medal in his hand, raised an eyebrow, and loudly proclaimed, "Yue Fei, receive the imperial decree!"

Everyone's expressions turned solemn. Yue Fei, with a serious expression, knelt down and clasped his hands, saying, "Your subject Yue Fei awaits your decree."

Liu Xi smiled faintly and said in a low voice, "His Majesty has ordered the marshal to set off immediately, and that the troops not be moved lightly, but to prepare for a return to the capital!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Shuai's brow furrowed, and his heart instantly turned ashen. He remained silent, never expecting that just when Tokyo seemed within his grasp and the situation was so favorable, the Emperor would order him to withdraw his troops at this crucial moment.
A clamor arose from the soldiers around him, creating a deafening uproar.

But in Yue Shuai's heart, he was thinking about what Ren Shaoyang had said to him that day.

"The traitor resides in the imperial court, among the many high-ranking officials. The greatest traitor to the country is Zhao Gou!"

Seeing that Yue Fei remained silent, his face ashen.

Liu smiled and stepped forward: "Commander Yue, you have to accept this gold medal whether you like it or not. Any further delay would be disobeying the imperial decree!"

"Buzz!"

Niu Gao drew his iron mace and smashed it down like he was splitting rocks and shattering monuments, shouting, "Damn it, I'll beat you to death, you dog eunuch!"

Just then, Yue Shuai shouted, "Brother Niu Gao, be careful!"

"Hmm?" Liu Xi glanced sideways and snorted, "How dare you!"

A whooshing sound, like birdsong, was heard, followed by a flash of bluish-green sword light.

With a snap, Niu Gao's breastplate was shattered, and his burly body flew straight backward.

When it fell to the ground, its armor shattered completely.

It was clear that when Liu Xi drew his sword just now, he first shattered the breastplate, then the sword light severed the rope binding the armor plates, and finally blasted Niu Gao away with great force!

This swordsmanship, which destroys armor without harming the user, combines strength and gentleness, with swords weaving through the air—truly exquisite.

As Niu Gao collapsed to the ground groaning, the old eunuch held his sword and laughed arrogantly.

The soldiers' eyes were bloodshot with rage, and they drew their swords with a clang, waiting for Commander Yue's order to chop the eunuch into mincemeat in an instant.

Liu Xi glanced down at the crowd, holding the gold medal in one hand and a sword across his chest with the other, and said with a faint smile, "What, are you trying to rebel?!"

He maintained his smile as he spoke, but his gaze suddenly shifted to one of looking down at someone from above.

Just then, a burst of blazing wind rushed towards him.

Liu Xi raised an eyebrow, and with a flick of his wrist, his longsword pierced the right rib of the attacker.

The newcomer was Yue Yun. He was dressed in silver armor, with a heroic face, and held two golden hammers. He dodged the sharp edge and struck with his backhand.

Liu Xi frowned: "The hammer technique is quite interesting." The tip of his sword trembled, and he flicked it towards Liu Xi's right armpit again, the sword strikes elusive and fleeting, like a gentle breeze and drizzle.

When Yue Yun saw this sword strike, which was both dangerous and exquisite, he was astonished and realized that the man's swordsmanship was far beyond his imagination.

But being there, he immediately felt a surge of anger, and his hammer burst into flames as he charged forward.

Dang Dang Dang Dang!
Several sounds followed, and sparks flew in all directions.

Liu Xi felt that the opponent's hammer technique was extremely fierce. When they clashed, the meridians in his arm felt like they were being burned. Such a strange kind of true energy was rarely seen in the world.

However, even with this much effort, they are still far from being a match for him.

With a light touch of his toes, he glided several feet away, and with a flick of his longsword, it clanged loudly.

"Young Master Yue has excellent hammering skills," Liu said with a smile. "May I ask from whom you learned them?"

Yue Yun snorted coldly: "My hammer technique was passed down by Sister Hongxiu, the 'One-Knife Immortal,' one of the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier.'"

"The Three Fiends?" Liu Xi lowered his eyes to look at the scorch marks on his robes, his tone turning serious. "What is the name of this hammer technique?"

"Fire-Greeding Thunder Hammer!"

Liu Xi brandished his longsword, the blade clanging loudly, and sneered, "Quite a grand name, huh?" Before he finished speaking, his eyes flashed with malice, and with a flick of his sword, he thrust it towards him.

Seeing the longsword coiling towards his lower abdomen like a dragon, Yue Yun immediately leaped up, kicking his opponent's head in mid-air, while simultaneously striking the sword's blade with his left hand and striking the opponent's back with his right.

Seeing his exquisite moves and astonishing strength, Liu Xi sneered.

This old eunuch recognized Mi Cangqiong as his godfather and learned the legendary martial art "Wind Blade and Frost Sword" from him, thus becoming a master of his generation.

In this martial arts world, if we talk about the complexity of moves, the "Thirty-Six Extraordinary Moves of Heaven" is already the pinnacle. However, compared to the "Wind Blade and Frost Sword" of the Zhanjing Hall back then, it still seems a bit rough.

This martial art has a total of 1,001 moves!
It is already extremely difficult for the average person to just memorize the key points and energy flow of these 1001 moves, let alone to fully understand and master them and form their own unique style.
Therefore, Zhang Hou of Huaiyin, who was in charge of the "Zhanjing Hall" back then, was the best in his time.

If it weren't for his stupidity, and his insistence on provoking his junior brother, the exceptionally talented Wei Qingqing, who fused "wind and frost" into "a thousand and one".

He wouldn't have lost his wife, disbanded the "Zhanjingtang" (a martial arts hall), and died in despair.

Wei Qingqing was the founder of the Zizai Sect, whose disciples included Ye Aichan, Xu Xiaoyi, Zhuge Zhengwo, and Yuan Xian. The Tianyi Hermit Xu Xiaoyi, Zhuge Xiaohua (Zhengwo), and Yuan Shisanxian (Yuan Xian) that Ren Shaoyang encountered in the last instance were all Wei Qingqing's disciples.

This shows how formidable this person is.

Mi Cangqiong, on the other hand, was a disciple of Zhang Hou of Huaiyin. He entered the palace during the reign of Emperor Zhezong and wielded immense power during the reign of Emperor Huizong.

He combined the "One Thousand and One Styles of Wind Blade and Frost Sword" and created the first staff technique of all time, "Heavenly Staff Technique," making him one of the strongest masters of the previous era.

Liu Xi learned the "Wind Blade and Frost Sword" technique from Mi Cangqiong, so he naturally looked down on Yue Yun's double hammers.

He stepped back, and with a flick of his wrist, a burst of blue light emanated from his wrist.

Yue Yun felt a sudden surge of cold air in the world, the flames on his hammer went out with a whoosh, and the sword light howled like the wind and fell like frost and snow.

With a series of swift movements, the sword light drew countless drops of blood from his body.

But Yue Yun, driven by his wild nature, disregarded everything and swung his double hammers down with a deafening crash.

Liu chuckled, then suddenly ducked to avoid the blow, and with a leap, the longsword naturally pierced towards his back.

With a hissing sound, a bloody gash was slashed open on his back.

Yue Yun grunted and kicked back, while Liu Xi's laughter was sinister, like a ghostly wail, as he also raised his leg and kicked.

boom!
Yue Yun felt numbness in half of his body and collapsed to the ground.

Liu Xi floated back to his original spot, stroked his sword and sneered, "What bullshit 'Fire Greed Thunder Hammer,' what a boastful tone!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Yun pounded the ground in fury and shouted, "You eunuch, how dare you insult this hammering technique!"

During the Battle of Zhuxian Town, Hongxiu combined her family's "Fire Greedy One-Sword" technique to create the "Fire Charcoal Thunder Hammer" and passed it on to him. Although Yue Yun still called the little beggar "Sister Hongxiu", deep down he had long regarded her as his master, or even his goddess.

Now that Sister Hongxiu has been humiliated, how could he possibly tolerate it, given his temperament?

Despite his physical pain, Yue Yun immediately tried to get up and fight again.

Just then, a white figure flashed through the wind and snow, a clear voice rang out: "Old eunuch, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Liu Xi felt an extremely strong sense of crisis approaching and couldn't help but take a step back.

Looking up, I saw three people who had appeared in the room at some point.

A girl dressed in blood was helping Yue Yun up.

A young man in black robes reached out and hoisted Niu Gao up on his shoulder.

Directly opposite him stood a man dressed in white robes, as elegant as an immortal in a painting.

Upon seeing the white robe, Liu Xi exclaimed "Eh!" as if he couldn't believe it. He quickly rubbed his eyes and looked at it closely again.

After confirming his appearance.

At this moment, Liu Xi was dumbfounded, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch.

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "What did you just say?"

Liu Xi trembled again, his shock evident in his voice, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Your Excellency, are you surnamed Ren?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and said, "You know me?"

Liu Xi suppressed his shock, stared at Ren Shaoyang, and said in a cold voice, "It really is you!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "It's me. How did you recognize me?"

Liu Xi said, "I have seen your portrait many times at my godfather's house."

Ren Shaoyang suddenly realized and said, "Isn't there a bridge?"

"Exactly!"

Ren Shaoyang asked, "Then why do you use a sword? Why not a saber, a staff, or a club?"

Liu Xi said, "I am ashamed to say that my talent is only average and I can only learn the 'Frost Sword' technique."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Understood."

"Humph."

Liu Xi turned his head to look at the silent Yue Shuai and sneered, "Yue Shuai, do you know who this person is?"

Yue Fei's heart skipped a beat, and the archer asked, "Please enlighten me, Eunuch Liu?"

Liu Xi pointed at Ren Shaoyang and shouted sternly, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly! He is the traitor who assassinated Prime Minister Cai back then, Ren Shaoyang!"

"Ah~!"

A commotion erupted among the crowd, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and reverence.

Thirty years ago, the notorious traitor Cai Jing was assassinated in his residence, causing a sensation throughout the country, and everyone applauded.

The assassin was known as the "White-Clad Sword God," and later he saved Tianyi Jushi in Tianshan and defeated Yuan Shisanxian, who fled in a sorry state.

After this battle, all martial artists in the world held him in the highest esteem.

Even Fang Juxia, who was recognized as the best swordsman at the time, couldn't help but sigh: "Even if the Blood River Divine Sword is invincible, it is not even a fraction as good as the Dragon Capture Sword."

From then on, the "White-Clad Sword God" and the "Divine Sword Capturing the Dragon," though only fleeting glimpses, continued to circulate throughout the world like myths and legends.

Everyone present had heard of this legend. Now, according to Liu Xi, this young man, Ren Shaoyang, was actually the Sword God of thirty years ago.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Ren Shaoyang smiled broadly and said, "What, are you going to draw your sword against me?"

Liu Xi's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Traitors and rebels deserve to be killed by everyone!"

Ren Shaoyang casually replied with two words: "Okay, come on!"

Liu Xi's eyes suddenly opened, and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword curved like a crescent moon, then snapped straight out like a sudden rainbow.

Suddenly, a patch of green light, like tiny, colorful stars, flickered uncertainly in the wind and snow.

It slid towards Ren Shaoyang's chest!
(End of this chapter)