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

Chapter 441 Bloodstained Ground (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!)
"Shaoyang~"

Seeing that Luo Xian had escaped, Hongxiu sheathed her sword and said in a strange voice.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and smiled, "That works out now."

Hongxiu scoffed, "You went to all this trouble just to let Di Shitian know that you can only unleash 'Wind and Moon Sword Qi' twice a day?"

"three times."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and held up three fingers.

Hongxiu's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise, "You've broken through?"

"It just so happens that you brought the 'Easy Way of No Desire,' which allowed me to successfully integrate the power of my entire body, and I have now broken through the shackles."

As Ren Shaoyang spoke, he reached out and broke off a few willow branches, sat down on the spot, and began to weave them.

But his fingers didn't touch the willow branches; instead, they extended out white moonlight, like ten white threads. His ten fingers trembled incessantly as he wove quickly and skillfully.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting sparse, scattered silver light through the branches above.

Wisps of mist rose from Ren Shaoyang's body, milky white and luminous, his aura cool and soothing, the surroundings silent, calming the restless demonic energy of Hongxiu and bringing her to a quiet state.

Ren Shaoyang tied the last knot and handed it to her: "Try it!"

Hongxiu snorted, "Clumsy." But she still happily took the willow hat, put it on her head, and the willow branches hung down on her face as she smiled like a husky.

"Are you doing this to plant a trap for Indra?"

"Yes."

"for what?"

"Slay the dragon." Ren Shaoyang said honestly, "I am determined to obtain the Dragon Essence."

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow and said, "Is the time set?"

"On this auspicious day, we will slay the dragon." Ren Shaoyang stood up, looked up at the sky, and said, "This person possesses a thousand years of internal energy, making him more troublesome than any enemy we have encountered before. We must be prepared."

"So you planned ahead and used Luo Xian's words to spread false information to Di Shitian," Hongxiu said with a smile. "You're not one to lie, are you?"

"I didn't say that!" Ren Shaoyang said confidently, hands on his hips.

The little beggar was taken aback, then slapped his forehead and said, "It really is! I was the one who said it." At this point, a sudden surge of anger welled up inside him, and he cursed, "You cripple, you and that stinking broken-hand can't give us a moment's peace!"

A slap to the head sent Ren Shaoyang staggering and falling backward.

Hongxiu was taken aback when she realized she had knocked him down. She quickly helped him up and shouted, "Why didn't you dodge?"

Ren Shaoyang gently stroked her head and said calmly, "You've had a hard time these past few days. It's good to let you hit me a couple of times to vent your anger. It's not like I'll die."

Hongxiu stopped talking, but punched him twice out of heartache.

I didn't use any force.

Like a kitten kneading its paws.

A gust of wind blew by, and their hair became tangled together. The leaves rustled and swirled in the wind. The crescent moon was sinking in the west, and the night was dark all around.

Hongxiu was stunned for a long time, then suddenly pouted and said with tears in her eyes, "Crippled man, do you have a little crush on that woman?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Yes, I once thought that was how life would be, and my calm heart refused to have any more waves."

"Ah! You, you and the severed hand have both been seduced by that wicked woman!"

Hongxiu was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears, “She doesn’t like you! You’re such a repressed person, always saying you’re tired of love but secretly hoping for something! If you meet a woman like that, Ding’an will be the same, boohoo, she’s lying, lying!”

He clenched his fist and pounded hard on Ren Shaoyang's shoulder.

Ren Shaoyang let her hit him, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry, I know."

"You know nothing!" Hongxiu raised her head, her tearful eyes fixed on him. "Didn't you see that Ding'an is almost a cripple?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "I know Luo Xian has taken a liking to me and wants to conquer me like she's collecting objects. As the saying goes, it's easy for a woman to pursue a man, and I do enjoy her directness; it's a very captivating feeling."

“But,” Ren Shaoyang glanced at her and smiled, “accepting her benefits doesn’t mean I accept her.”

Hongxiu was stunned for a moment, then said, "Holy crap, you're such a jerk!"

“No matter how beautiful or radiant Luo Xian is,” Ren Shaoyang said, stroking the little beggar’s head and meeting her gaze, “she is not as beautiful as you and Ding An.”

The little beggar pouted and tilted his head back: "Hmph, you're all talk!"

"Little beggar, Luo Xian has been a disciple of Emperor Shitian since childhood and possesses his ultimate skill, the 'Sacred Heart Technique.' We will eventually have to fight Emperor Shitian. What if Luo Xian is controlled by him and delivers a fatal blow to us?"

The little beggar asked, "What can you do?"

"I'll make her die without feeling a thing!"

Ren Shaoyang's eyes shone with determination as he said, "Compared to a laughable and pathetic little bit of liking, what I cherish most in my heart has always been you all."

Hongxiu was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, not knowing whether she was happy or sad, heartbroken or joyful. After a long while, she threw herself into Ren Shaoyang's arms, tears streaming down her face.

The little beggar didn't know how long she cried, but she felt that all the fear, grievances and hardships she had endured recently had flowed out with her tears.

His body felt like it had turned into a feather, light and airy. He felt inexplicably tired, as if he had become an empty shell, without any strength, unable to even speak, and fell into a deep sleep.

Ren Shaoyang saw that her face was still wet with tears, yet she was snoring, and smiled. He carried the little beggar on his back, just like he had done in the jungle of Dripping Cliff years ago, and walked home step by step.

After arriving home and settling her in,

Suddenly, someone called out. Turning around, they saw Ding'an, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, clutching the large tortoise shell and struggling to say, "Crippled man, crippled man!"

Still drunk, the good-for-nothing had just gotten up when he tripped and fell again, muttering, "Crippled man, tell me, what is love?"

I love you, Mom, for selling fried dough twists!

Ren Shaoyang remained expressionless, thinking to himself, "He's become like this because of a woman?"

Ding'an tilted his head back while holding an empty wine jar, but didn't pour out a single drop. He then casually tossed it aside, rubbed against the tortoise shell, and chuckled:
"Crippled man, Sister Yan Ying was just as hot that day, but her body wasn't as stiff. It hurt so much when she rubbed against me."

Do not desecrate the remains of the auspicious beast!
Ren Shaoyang was both annoyed and amused, and he kept complaining to himself.

Just then, Ding An pounced on Ren Shaoyang, grabbing his leg and crying out, "Crippled man, I... I'll never love again!"

Ren Shaoyang angrily said, "Let go! Let go! You're such a repressed pervert! Who knows who you'll fall for next? You might fall in love with every girl you see!"

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" Ding An raised his hand and swore, "I swear! If I fall in love with every girl I see, may I be slashed with a knife!"

Ren Shaoyang said impatiently, "Fine, fine, let go now." "I won't let go, you'll run away again as soon as I do."

Ren Shaoyang retorted angrily, "You're in heat and won't sleep, but you won't let me sleep either?"

"Aren't you my brother? When a brother is in trouble, I'll go through thick and thin for him!"

I'll stab you twice first!

Ren Shaoyang was shocked and furious, kicking his legs repeatedly, trying to shake him off. But Ding An wouldn't let go, clinging to his legs like a leech.

"This kid Ding'an is so much stronger than before? Could it be that he really benefited from desecrating the tortoise shell?"

Helpless, Shao Yang raised his fingers to his chest and then his body blurred.

Ding An felt a chill run through his body, and then his arm went empty. He saw Ren Shaoyang turn into a wisp of white mist and disappear from his arms with a whoosh, disappearing into the ground.

"Oh?"

Ding'an was horrified and immediately knelt on the ground, digging at the dirt with both hands while crying out, "Oh my, cripple, how did you become a ghost!"

"Damn it, stop wailing!"

Just then, a sharp shout was heard, and Ren Shaoyang was seen standing some distance away, his hands on his hips, his face full of anger.

Ding An was taken aback and asked, "You're still alive?"

"You fucking go to sleep!"

Without wasting words, Ren Shaoyang appeared in front of Ding An in a flash.

Ding'an was startled and quickly waved his prosthetic hand in his face, shouting, "Pat Pat Le!"

Ren Shaoyang's body went limp, turning into a moon shadow. Disturbed by the supernatural power of the "Hidden Dragon" prosthetic arm, he was like a flower in a mirror or the moon in water, with ripples spreading across his face.

brush!
A flash of white light, and Ren Shaoyang appeared behind Ding An, suddenly reaching out and grabbing his vest.

Ding'an felt a chill run through his body, his eyes rolled back, and he immediately began snoring loudly.

Ren Shaoyang left him aside, sighed, "Sigh, these two are such a handful!" and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly felt his internal energy stagnate and a strong feeling of dizziness came over him.

Ren Shaoyang looked at the fast-sleeping Ding An in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the "Hidden Dragon" prosthetic arm, and sighed, "What a tragedy!"

thump.

The cripple collapsed to the ground and fell asleep embracing the severed hand.
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summer.

A hot, stuffy, and tiring summer day.

The weather was like a blazing fire; the air was distorted by the heat, and even breathing felt like torture. There were almost no pedestrians on the main road; everyone was hiding at home or in the shade of trees to cool off.

On such a scorching summer day, a donkey cart pulled by a magnificent white donkey was happily traveling along the official road.

The driver was a burly man in a black robe with a stubble beard, a straw dangling from his mouth, his face showing hesitation and sighs.

Inside the carriage, the panda Gun Gun was using its paws to grab handfuls of gold and silver and stuff them into its bag.

Across from them, a little beggar was carefully tending to a potted plant. Hanging from it were five bright red, glistening fruits, just like strawberries.

"Waaah~!"

Gun Gun pushed the bag to the little beggar and called out twice as if to claim credit.

"Alright, alright!" Hongxiu didn't even look up, casually picked up a "blood bodhi" and sucked on it twice.

The panda immediately stood at attention, raised its bear face, and even showed a fawning expression!
With a gentle flick of her sleeve, the Blood Bodhi seed flew up.

Whoosh!
A chubby figure pounced on it and swallowed it whole with a "whoosh".

This is no different from training a dog.

Is it a dog? Yes, it is!
In the dense forest on both sides of the official road, a fat, spherical tiger was running after them.

Big Meow, who hadn't appeared in a long time, was panting heavily, his tongue lolling out.

At this point, one can't help but ask: Where did Ren Shaoyang go?
The camera pans up.

High in the sky, from within the clouds, a cry of "Wuhu!" suddenly rang out.

A ray of sword light pierced through the clouds.

Ren Jianshen makes a dazzling appearance!
He was seen merging with the sword light, meandering through the clouds like a dragon and a phoenix, freely expressing himself, sometimes drawing an S shape, sometimes a B shape.

After doing all that, he stood there with his hands on his hips, watching the scene with a hearty laugh.

Suddenly, a breeze blew.

Ren Jianshen's figure vanished like flowing clouds, as if it were a dream or a bubble.

brush!
Inside the carriage, Hongxiu looked at the white robe that seemed to appear out of thin air, shook her head and laughed, "Have you had enough fun?"

"Do you want to go up to the sky and take a look?"

"No need, I don't want to become a Kunlun slave."

Ren Shaoyang was stunned when he heard this. At this moment, Gun Gun had already taken out a bronze mirror and held it up.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that my face and neck appeared to be covered in a layer of dust, clearly from prolonged exposure to sunlight. I only needed to sleep for a while, and the next day they would turn into a "dark sour color".

"Haha, it's alright, it's alright, that's what men are like!" Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and laughed, "A little tan makes him more charming."

Hongxiu laughed and said, "That won't do. Wearing white will only make you look darker. You rely on your looks to survive in the martial arts world."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled but didn't reply.

Although he said he wasn't worried, he secretly circulated his "Black-level Pagoda" true energy to beautify his skin. The next day, he not only didn't get darker, but his skin remained as white as jade!

"Crippled man, I saw you received a letter first thing this morning. Who gave it to you?"

Ren Shaoyang took out the letter and waved it: "Wuming, the letter means that he is going to Tianshan to meet up with Bu Jingyun and deal with Jue Wushen together."

Hongxiu frowned and said, "The nameless senior's martial arts were crippled. Even if he were to relearn the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin' technique, his power would only be less than one-tenth of what it used to be. Why would he be so unwise?"

Ren Shaoyang sighed and said quietly, "Playing the erhu at full health, or wandering the ground with low health, that's what being a nameless person is all about!"

(End of this chapter)