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

Chapter 390 Why are you like this?

Tianshan.

The mountains are towering, and the snow never melts.

At the foot of the mountain lies a city called "Tianyin City". This city was originally just a small border town, serving as a distribution center for merchants and travelers, and was often harassed by bandits.

Yes, it's similar to Drip Cliff.

Later, Xiong Ba came here and swept across the land in a single day, killing countless bandits and laying the foundation for his dominance over the world with blood.

With the bloody expansion of the World Society, Tianyin City has transformed into one of the most prosperous cities in the Western Regions.

As the sun set, a large fireball sank westward, disappearing into the mountains and forests. The warmth faded, and a chilly breeze swept over the area.

The streets of Tianyin City were bustling with activity, carriages and horses thronging the streets, and people carrying swords and knives moved about in a constant stream. The Yuelai Inn, the oldest and most renowned in the city, was brightly lit and packed with guests.

The murmurs were like a buzzing swarm of wasps, and it was difficult to hear anything else.

A skinny guy asked, "Hey, do you guys think Chief Xiong can beat the old Sword Saint?"

A young man with a blue birthmark on his forehead scoffed, "Hmph! Even Wushuang City has been destroyed. The Sword Saint is nothing but a stray dog. What is there to fear?"

“You can’t say that, young man,” a seasoned veteran of the martial world shook his head and said, “The Sword Saint’s sword is extraordinary; even Xiong Ba might not be able to withstand it.”

"Have you seen it before?" the young man asked.

"I've seen it before, and I remember it vividly."

"Then why did he bury his sword and go into seclusion?"

The seasoned veteran paused, then slowly said, "Because he lost to someone."

Who is it? Who is it?

"A martial arts legend, Nameless!"

Wow!
Everyone was taken aback and quickly asked, "Why didn't Wuming come?"

"He's dead." The seasoned veteran sneered. "Good riddance."

Everyone swallowed hard, unsure of what to say, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.

After a while, they slowly recovered and started talking about what had happened recently.

Ma Gan said, "Hey, have you heard? The righteous and evil paths have unleashed an astonishing sword aura!"

A bearded man replied, "That place is really eerie. Could it be that a peerless master has been born there?"

"Who knows?"

The bearded man said, "I've also heard strange noises coming from Lingyun Cave!"

"Lingyun Cave?" said the skinny man.

"That's right, it's the place where 'Southern Sword Master' Duan Shuai and 'Northern Mad Saber' Nie Renwang both perished!"

"Wow! This place is even stranger than the righteous path or the evil path."

"Yeah, yeah, what happened?"

"A few days ago, the Buddha statue was flooded. It should have been a roar from the fire qilin that shook the heavens, but instead, the fire qilin didn't make a sound. Instead, it was a donkey braying!"

"donkey?"

"donkey!"

Everyone present was stunned. What kind of donkey dared to bray in Lingyun Cave?

Are you planning to make donkey meat sandwiches?
"Hey, fellow villager."

Suddenly a clear voice rang out.

The bearded man looked up and saw a young man in white robes smiling at him.

It was none other than Ren Jianshen.

Ren Shaoyang cupped his hands in a fist and said, "Fellow villager, I have something to ask you."

The bearded man shivered. He felt that although the other man smiled in a sunny and kind manner, he was like a Buddha in a temple, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

“Young master, please ask!” he quickly replied, bowing.

"Alright." Ren Shaoyang nodded. "You heard the donkey braying at Lingyun Cave with your own ears?"

"I didn't hear it, but my nephew did!"

"What do you call it?"

The bearded man paused, thought for a moment, and then said, "It seems so, really. My nephew said that sound is so powerful that even a donkey would be the king of donkeys!"

"Well"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, cupped his hands in a fist and palm salute, and said, "Thank you."

The bearded man quickly clasped his hands in return, saying, "Of course, of course!"

Ren Shaoyang turned back to his seat and remained silent, lost in thought.

"What? Is there something wrong with the donkey's braying?" The Sword Saint, dressed in a red robe, asked calmly, his face ashen.

Ren Shaoyang said softly, "That's my own donkey that pulls the cart."

"Huh?" The Sword Saint was taken aback. "Whose donkey cart wandered into Lingyun Cave?"

"It's mine, is that not allowed?" Ren Shaoyang said irritably.

"Hey Ren, speak properly!"

Upon hearing this, a dashing young man opposite the two men glared at them, his anger rising, and he slammed his fist on the table, shouting fiercely.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and saw that the man was dressed simply, with long hair draped over his shoulders, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but with a deep-seated fierceness.

What was most irritating was the sinister aura hidden deep within his eyes.

"What are you looking at?!" the young man shouted.

"I've read your fortune," Ren Shaoyang chuckled.

The Sword Saint laughed and said, "You can read faces?"

"I know a little," Ren Shaoyang said casually. "I've done this job before."

The young man frowned and said, "What did you see?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly and said, "Your name is Duan Lang?"

"Yes!" "You'll always be just a little short in this lifetime."

What does "almost" mean?

Ren Shaoyang's eyes gleamed with a strange light as he looked at the ancient sword he had placed on the table. The hilt was emerald green, and the scabbard shone with an eerie red light. He raised the corner of his mouth and said leisurely.

"A young lady's body with a maid's fate, her innate intelligence was hard to suppress. The fiery unicorn gnawed at her heart, ultimately leading to disaster, and the wind and clouds joined forces to send her to the underworld."

"Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!" Duan Lang shouted repeatedly.

The person he hated most in his life was Bu Jingyun, but the person he hated out of guilt was Nie Feng.

Therefore, upon hearing the words "wind and clouds," he instantly flew into a rage and immediately unleashed a full-force palm strike.

The palm strike was cunning and unpredictable, moving swiftly and decisively. It was a single, swift move, and the entire body was filled with an evil aura, as if possessed by a ghost or god, secretly stirring things up.

"Ha, a mere trick." Ren Shaoyang sneered, his right hand suddenly reaching out to grab Duan Lang's face.

Duan Lang felt a strange force attack him, his eyes turned red and his veins bulged, and his body swayed repeatedly.

He was greatly alarmed and tried to turn back, but it was too late. He could only pull back his palm and kick out his leg towards the man's waist and abdomen.

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly and casually flipped it over.

Duan Lang felt a sharp pain in his feet and quickly used the momentum to pull back. The stool left a deep mark on the ground. Suddenly, he felt his body expand and contract, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and his entire leg was in excruciating pain, as if it wanted to fly away from his body.

Just then, he suddenly saw a red flash before his eyes, and the Sword Saint put a hand on his shoulder and exerted a little force.

Benedict!
Duan Lang stopped, sat down on the stool so low it sank three feet into the ground, his face was deathly pale, large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his eyes suddenly became clear as he looked at Ren Shaoyang.

The Sword Saint raised an eyebrow and shouted, "Ren the Rascal, he's just a child. Why use such a heavy hand?"

Ren Shaoyang was speechless, pointing at the imposing and tall Duan Lang: "Is this a child?!"

“Wushuang City is destroyed, leaving only Duan Lang and a few others.” The Sword Saint shook his head. “I must save him.”

“This kid has a murderous aura, fierce eyes, a rebellious streak, and blood on his hands.” Ren Shaoyang shook his head and laughed. “I’m afraid you’re not saving a junior, but an ingrate.”

"You!" Duan Lang's expression changed, and he was about to draw his sword, but his hand was empty.

brush!
Ren Shaoyang casually picked up the Fire Kirin Sword and looked it over.

"Give me back my Fire Kirin!"

"What's the rush?" Shao Yang said calmly. "Let me take a look."

Duan Lang, like a powerless husband, was suppressed by the Sword Saint's large hand and could not move. He could only watch with bloodshot eyes as the Sword Saint stroked his precious sword.

The Sword God shook his head and said, "He has a sword, a peerless divine sword, and he won't steal your Fire Kirin Sword."

Ren Shaoyang said casually, "It's interesting that a single scale can create a demonic sword."

Damn!
The fiery scales were drawn from their sheaths, radiating a dazzling red light, intensely hot and sinister, the sword chiming softly.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes remained unchanged, but Duan Lang's eyes narrowed slightly.

For a moment, the faint sound of the sword seemed like the coy cries of a wife, and Duan Lang felt his heart bleed as he listened.

"How...how could this be?" He was heartbroken. "Fire Kirin is clearly my family's heirloom sword, how could this be...how could this be?"

"Like a slut?" Ren Shaoyang laughed.

Duan Lang glared angrily: "You're not allowed to say that! It... it's different."

"Hey! Don't tell!"

Ren Shaoyang raised the Fire Kirin Sword. The sword was crystal clear, yet hotter than a branding iron. The hilt was made of jade, exuding a chilling aura.

Embedded in the blade is a fiery red scale, as dazzling as a gemstone. What's even more astonishing is that this scale seems to contain a powerful life force, spreading countless fine vein-like lines across the entire blade, thus dyeing it fiery red.

"Not bad, very beautiful, very elegant." Ren Shaoyang reached out and stroked the scales, acting as if he were a neighbor in a perverted manner.

He sensed that the scale was alive, and not only alive, it had infused the entire sword with a fiery life force, turning it into some kind of strange object containing an evil life force.

The Fire Kirin Sword trembled slightly, its sword chimes sounding like groans.

Ren Shaoyang wore a wicked smile and was handsome and dashing.

Duan Lang looked pained and desperate, and his head was turning green.

Isn't this just NTR in person?

The Sword Saint frowned and said, "Ren the Rascal, have you made enough trouble?"

Clang!
"Boring." Ren Shaoyang sheathed his sword and casually tossed it to Duan Lang, just like the ruthless old Wang.

He smiled faintly and said, "I'm full, I'll go upstairs first." He looked at the Sword Saint and said, "Tomorrow is your big day, get some rest."

The Sword Saint remained silent.

Ren Shaoyang stood up and drifted away like flowing water.

As she walked past Duan Lang, she even raised an eyebrow at him, which was extremely nasty.

Tolerable or unbearable!
"Ah!!!" Duan Lang suddenly felt his shoulder loosen, jumped up, and was about to fight Ren Shaoyang to the death.

The Sword Saint roared, "Come back!"

Duan Lang angrily said, "Uncle-Master, why are you stopping me?"

"Why?" the Sword Saint said coldly, "If I hadn't stopped you, that scoundrel Ren would have killed you long ago!"

"What? He dares to kill me in front of you?"

"Duan Lang, look back."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang turned his head to look, and what he saw immediately left him dumbfounded.

All around them was a thin, hazy layer of smoke, isolating them from the surroundings. Everyone in the inn was eating and drinking, as if they had been forgotten.

Duan Lang asked in a trembling voice, "What... what kind of skill is this?"

"I don't know either," the Sword Saint shook his head and sighed. "It's just that Ren Shaoyang is ruthless and petty."

He glanced at Duan Lang, his face growing even paler. "If you see him, run as far away as you can!" With that, he staggered away.

Duan Lang's face was gloomy, and he remained silent for a long time before finally sitting down, looking lost and dejected.

He slowly picked up the Fire Scale Sword, gently stroked it, and held it tightly in his arms, large tears falling down his face.

Why are you like this? Haven't I been good enough to you?

(End of this chapter)