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

Chapter 384 The God of the Dilapidated Temple
The world will meet.

It seems to be the "end" of all emotions, sorrows, hatred, and resentment.

Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, Kong Ci, Qin Shuang, and their group of friends, after many twists and turns, searching and perilous journeys, will ultimately meet their end here.

The World Society also resembles a tomb.

The graves of lovelorn lovers, for the World Society was a place where only struggle was permitted and no affection was allowed.

Whether male or female, developing feelings within the World Society is like digging one's own grave.

Now, the "tomb owner" Xiong Ba stands under the burning banyan tree, his face flushed red by the firelight, his expression somber.

In today's martial arts world, the Tianxia Society is at its zenith, possessing the power to dominate the world and reign supreme.

Those who obey prosper, those who resist perish. The leader of the gang, Xiong Ba, reigns supreme, leaving a trail of bloodshed wherever he goes. Countless martial arts families, gangs, and clans either surrender or are wiped out. Even half of the ten major sects have submitted to the "World Society".

The gang leader, Xiong Ba, is a master of fist, palm, and leg techniques. His unique "Three-Part Returning to Origin Qi" has reached an astonishing level, showing signs of becoming the number one martial artist in the world.

Yet this behemoth, the overlord of the martial arts world, was first challenged by the old sword saint, and then sneaked into the back mountain by the nameless swordsman.

"Frost, wind."

The two young men clasped their hands in greeting and replied, "Master!"

Looking at the towering, cloud-shrouded Tianshan Mountains, Xiong Ba said in a deep voice, "Are we, the World Alliance, easy targets?"

Dressed in purple, with her hair slicked back and a gentle, humble expression, Qin Shuang shook her head and said, "With Master here, the World Society will forever be the undisputed ruler of the martial world!"

"Since that's the case," Xiong Ba turned to look at the burning banyan tree, "why does anyone still dare to provoke me?"

Dressed in white with his long hair flowing like a banner, Nie Feng did not answer immediately. Instead, he walked towards the banyan tree and carefully examined the broken texture.

One glance was enough to horrify him.

"Master, look!"

Nie Feng exclaimed in surprise, and Xiong Ba and Qin Shuang surrounded him.

The banyan tree was burned to a crisp, but its cross-section remained smooth as a mirror, reflecting the wide-eyed stares of the onlookers.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Qin Shuang exclaimed in shock. "How can it be so amazing?"

Nie Feng nodded solemnly: "This person is no less capable than me."

Xiong Ba, Qin Shuang: (￢_￢), (￢_￢)
Xiong Ba examined the cross-section carefully, his breathing becoming slightly rapid: "This swordsmanship, there are only three people in the martial world who can use it!"

"Master, which three people are they?"

"First Evil Emperor, Second Blade Emperor, Third Pig Emperor!"

Qin Shuang frowned and said, "Master, we don't seem to have heard of any of these three people."

"Of course you haven't heard of them. They were top knife masters from fifteen years ago."

Xiong Ba stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the burning banyan tree, and said loudly.

"Especially the First Evil Emperor, who is even more deserving of the title of the best in the world."

"If they were so powerful, why have they disappeared without a trace?"

"Hmph, the First Evil Emperor became obsessed with practicing the sword, slaughtering the martial world and even killing his own son. Finally, he retired to the mountains."

Nie Feng asked, "Master, do you mean that Senior Brother Yun encountered the Three Emperors?"

Xiong Badao exclaimed, "No!" He pointed to the footprints on the ground and said eloquently, "Look at these footprints."

Nie Feng and Qin Shuang looked down and saw a footprint of more than 40 sizes clearly imprinted on the ground.

Xiong Ba stroked his beard and said, "Judging from these footprints, the person who came was at least eight feet tall, in his prime, much taller than the Three Sovereigns. It's definitely not them!"

Qin Shuang asked, "Are they their disciples?"

Xiong Ba remained noncommittal and turned to look at the rock.

All that could be seen was a patch of blackened rock, with a handprint clearly imprinted on it.

Nie Feng turned his head and exclaimed in surprise, "What powerful palm strike!"

"This person cultivates an extremely scorching fire energy, with astonishing destructive power." Xiong Ba frowned and said, "Strange, besides 'Southern Lin Sword Master' Duan Shuai, which other expert in the world can cultivate such a fierce fire energy?"

He thought to himself, and then suddenly lashed out with his claw.

Ka!

The palm print on the rock flew off and landed in Xiong Ba's hand.

Xiong Ba touched it, his eyes narrowing: "It's not just the fire energy, but also an internal energy as gentle as a spring breeze. The combination of the two is like adding fuel to the fire, making it even more domineering!"

Upon hearing this, Nie Feng realized, "Master, this person's martial arts are so powerful, Senior Brother Yun!"

"Humph!"

Xiong Ba crushed the stone in his hand and said coldly, "Feng'er, Bu Jingyun killed my adopted daughter and also hurt you and Shuang'er. What face does such an unfaithful, unfilial, unrighteous, and unjust person have to be my disciple?"

Nie Feng's face turned pale as he looked at Qin Shuang.

Qin Shuang's face turned green, and she lowered her head, her eyes blank.

"Shuang'er." Xiong Ba reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Master."

"To prepare for the final battle against that old scoundrel Sword Saint, I'm going into seclusion to cultivate the 'Three-Part Return to Origin Qi.' I'm leaving the World Alliance to you!"

"Master, I..." Qin Shuang's eyes were filled with tears.

"Hey~!" Xiong Ba interrupted him, then turned to Nie Feng and said, "Feng'er, you need to assist Shuang'er in managing the World Society."

Nie Feng nodded, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes, Master."

"As for Duan Lang, Bu Jingyun, and this nameless swordsman," Xiong Ba sneered, "once I've dealt with that old scoundrel Sword Saint, I'll drag them out one by one, tear them to pieces, and grind their bones to dust."

Having said that, he casually threw a punch, and the icy aura surged forth like a tide.

laugh!
The flames on the banyan tree went out instantly, and white steam rose up. Not only that, the temperature in the area dropped sharply, and in the blink of an eye, the banyan tree was covered with frost and snow, turning into a rime ice.
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In the mountains and forests, there are secluded paradises.

A solitary little bamboo house sits here, its door half-closed, with wisps of smoke rising from its chimney.

The bright moon shines in the sky, its clear light casting a white glow on the earth.

The candlelight inside the room was dim and flickering.

Ren Shaoyang and the Sword Saint walked side by side with a young man to the door, their expressions different.

The Sword Saint stared at the familiar figure in the window, his face filled with excitement and disbelief.

What about Ren Shaoyang?

He kept staring at the young man, his expression unreadable.

"Young Master Ren, does Jian Chen have flowers on his face?" The young man turned around and asked with a smile.

This man was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with clear and bright features, and a gentle and refined demeanor. What was even more commendable was that his aura exuded a sense of righteousness, and he already possessed the bearing of a master at such a young age.

"No, no!" Ren Shaoyang waved his hand with a sly smile. "You're very good."

"Very good?" Jian Chen was puzzled. "But you were clearly smiling!"

"me"

Ren Shaoyang wanted to say, "My wife is pregnant." But his public persona prevented him from lying, so he nodded in acknowledgment.

Yes, I am laughing.

"Young Master Ren!" Jian Chen cupped his hands, the Hero Sword in his hand clanging. "I haven't yet asked why you're laughing."

"I laugh at you, brother, you shouldn't be learning swordsmanship."

"Um?!"

Upon hearing this, not only did Jian Chen's expression change, but even the Sword Saint, whose expression was filled with excitement, turned his head.

Even the nameless person inside the room glanced at him slightly.

Why, why are you saying this?

"Regarding the way of the sword," Ren Shaoyang said bluntly, "you are both straightforward and unyielding, forging ahead without hesitation." "Isn't that good?"

"Of course it's bad. It's like casting a sword using only high-carbon steel without any reinforcement. The result is that it's extremely rigid and easily broken."

Jian Chen frowned, not understanding why he said that.

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint glanced at Ren Shaoyang and chuckled.

Jian Chen asked, "Young Master Ren, what do you think I'm best suited to practice?"

"gun!"

"gun?"

Sword Saint and Sword Morning exclaimed in unison, clearly taken aback.

"Why do you say that?" Jian Chen pressed.

"As the saying goes, 'When the god of the dilapidated temple wields his gun, he can pluck out a beautiful spring scene.' Brother, think about it carefully, haven't you always been quite capable around the dilapidated temple?"

Jian Chen stared at him blankly, his expression strange. After a while, he nodded and said, "That seems to make some sense. I've never lost in the dilapidated temple."

"That is!"

The old swordsman snorted coldly, "You're not even as good as my Sword Twenty-Two. You are indeed formidable within this ruined temple."

Jian Chen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said in a low voice, "No, no! My master had already told me about the changes in Sword Twenty-Two, which is why I was able to win by a single move."

"Hmph!" the Sword Saint said coldly, "I never expected that my progress would be controlled by Wuming all along."

"My master also said that the Twenty-Second Sword Technique has not yet reached its full potential, and there must be a Twenty-Third Sword Technique! This sword technique is the most terrifying sword technique in the world, capable of causing devastation to all living beings, but the subtle changes in its moves are beyond even the imagination of its stance!"

"Sword Twenty-Three?"

The Sword Saint looked bewildered, his hands behind his back as he gazed at the sky, as if watching a beam of heavenly light descend.

"Can someone as unsuccessful as me truly comprehend the extraordinary Sword Twenty-Three?"

Just then, a creaking sound was heard.

The door opened, and a figure stood in the shadows cast by the candlelight and moonlight.

The interplay of dusky yellow and silvery white light made his tattered black clothes appear worn and worn, but his eyes shone brightly.

This person is forever reserved, introverted, weathered, and silent, forever like a sorrowful myth, a myth that has long been submerged in the world of martial arts, yet remains immortal.

"nameless!"

The Sword Saint's eyes widened, and he shouted, "You are still alive!"

Wuming smiled calmly, his voice deep, and he sighed softly, "It's been a long time since we last met. Please come in and have a chat."

The Sword Saint nodded and was about to take a step forward.

Suddenly, he paused and turned to look at Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang stared intently at the nameless figure, his sword energy surging.

The Sword Saint raised a white eyebrow, thinking in surprise, "This kid, could it be..."

Wuming looked at the white-robed man, smiled, and said somewhat wearily, "Young friend, your sword aura is awe-inspiring, unlike anything I have ever seen in my life. But may I ask what your name is?"

The man was tall and strong, with a head of casually loose hair. He wore a long black robe and looked imposing and majestic.

But his weary and lonely expression made him seem like an old widower, forever detached from the crowd.

A faint sigh rang out: "My name is Ren Shaoyang."

The Sword Saint's expression changed drastically!

Jian Chen covered his eyes!

Wuming opened his eyes wide and made a sweeping gesture with his fingers!
What startled them so suddenly?
It's light.

A ray of light burst forth from Ren Shaoyang's hand in the darkness.

Light and subtle, gentle and smooth, as light as a pool of water, as gentle as a ripple in autumn.

Water floats in the night breeze, waves ripple on the gleam of swords.

Clang!
The world seemed to shake suddenly.

The simple sword light and the soft sky light shattered at the same time.

In the night sky, thousands of light feathers drifted down, melting and cascading, a breathtaking sight.

Sword Saint and Sword Morning looked up at the magnificent scene in the night with disbelief in their eyes.

The light suddenly went out, and the darkness was like thick blood.

Jian Chen swallowed hard and murmured, "What... what kind of power is this?"

"This is sword energy."

The Sword Saint also looked at the white-robed man with a complicated expression, cursing inwardly, "Damn it, you're really good at hiding your true abilities!"

"What kind of sword energy could have such power?"

"What are you"

A deep, nameless voice came through, filled with astonishment, "The power of wind and moon?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "This is called 'Wind and Moon Sword Qi'." He glanced at the Sword Saint and said, "I, Ren, do not need to capture the dragon to face 'Heavenly Sword' Nameless."

The Sword Saint looked at the young man standing in the moonlight, his white robes as clean as feathers, gritted his teeth, and remained silent.
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In the desolate mountains and wilderness, a dilapidated temple stands.

The campfire flickered, its red glow illuminating the dilapidated corners, where cobwebs and a thick layer of dust covered the clay statue.

This is a statue of the God of Wealth.

A very rare female Goddess of Wealth.

She had a round bun, a round face, and a mischievous smile on her lips.

It seems like it's about to do something bad, but for some reason, it doesn't annoy people.

The statue was draped in a crimson robe, as red as blood, and was barefoot with a golden bell tied to its foot.

Hooray!
Outside the temple, the rain poured down, the sky darkened, and thunder rumbled. The heavy rain seemed to have turned everything into a muddy swamp.

The two people entered the temple.

A middle-aged man, round-headed and chubby like a ball, was dressed in white and wearing a small hat, looking like a roly-poly toy.

The other one was a little girl with a ponytail, cute and playful, with a lively expression.

The little girl pinched the "tumbler" arm hard and gritted her teeth, saying, "Grandpa, it's all your fault!"

"Ouch! Granddaughter, quick, give me some wine, I'm dying of thirst!" The roly-poly toy cried out in pain, jumping up and down.

The little girl jumped up, twisted her ear, and whispered, "Don't make a sound! Master has gone mad again, don't attract his attention!"

Upon hearing this, the tumbler could only grumble sullenly, "Little Tong, your master may be powerful, but I, the Pig King, am not afraid!" As he spoke, he pounded his chest with a loud thud.

"Really?"

Xiao Tong handed him a flask of wine with a grin. "Grandpa, every time Master goes berserk, who rolls down the mountain like a ball?"

"Hmph!" Pig King grunted, raised the wine jug and chugged it down, then muttered, "I call that a strategic retreat."

"Hehehe!" Xiaotong stuck out her little tongue and laughed, "You're shameless!"

"Hey! You brat, how dare you be so disrespectful!"

"Haha, you can't catch me!"

Pig King and Xiao Tong laughed and joked with each other, having a good time.

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder rumbled.

Suddenly, a tall, thin figure appeared outside the door—
P.S.: For dramatic effect, some TV series settings will be incorporated.

(End of this chapter)