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

Chapter 447 My Surname is Xu

Ding'an felt as if he were slowly walking through the morning mist.

Looking at the increasingly familiar forest, though it was now indistinct and blurry, he knew in his heart that this was their home, the cabin at Dripping Cliff!
The lame man is probably hunting right now. If he's lucky, he might catch a small animal like a roe deer or a muntjac, and then he'll have no worries about lunch.

The little beggar was tidying up at home, waiting to be fed; she was a meat lover. Just imagining her drooling over the juicy, roasting meat made Ding'an chuckle to himself.

He scratched his head, barefoot, and stepped onto the dewy, glistening grass, feeling the soft, moist sensation beneath his feet—a truly pleasant experience.

Home is still the best!
but
Ding An felt a pang of regret: If Yan Ying were here too, how wonderful that would be.

Despite deceiving herself, hurting herself, and ultimately even trying to harm herself.

But wasn't that all for survival?
Thinking of this, Ding An felt a tightness in his chest, knowing that he might never see her again.

No matter what, he still couldn't forget Yan Ying, missing the feeling of her leaning against his back, missing the way she softly called him "brother," and even more.
It seems like that's all.

Ding An felt somewhat disappointed; it seemed that he and she didn't have many memories together.

Yes, but it's just his own constant overthinking.

"This shouldn't be!" Ding An felt a little panicked. "My love for Yan Ying should be unwavering until death."

The more panicked I became, the more I wanted to get home.

He immediately bent over, quickened his pace, and pushed through the layers of dandelions to move forward.

The dandelions were in full bloom, and with a casual flick of his wrist, they scattered like fine snowflakes, dancing and swirling in the gentle mist.

Like scattered paper money.

Gradually, a thin figure in front of them became clearer and clearer.

Yan Ying leaned lazily against a tree, her delicate phoenix eyes half-open as she looked at Ding An with a faint smile.

Ding'an was overjoyed: "Sister!"

Snapped!
An unprecedented, excruciating pain slapped my face.

"Ah~!"

Ding'an cried out in surprise, sat up abruptly, looked around, and gradually his vision became clear.

Shao Yang in his white robe, the little beggar holding a flowerpot, the white donkey with its long, drooping face, the fat tiger with its big, blinking eyes, and even the glutton wearing a straw hat all stared at him.

"What's wrong with me?" Ding'an asked, puzzled.

Hongxiu snorted: "You've been sleeping for three days!"

"What the heck?" Ding An felt a little panicked. Why was his memory of the time before he fell into a coma completely blank?
He looked at Shao Yang, his face contorted in a grimace, and wailed, "Crippled man, do I have a terminal illness?"

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward, took his pulse, pondered for a moment, and nodded: "No illness! You've just been overthinking things. Now that you've rested enough, you're as strong as an ox."

"Really?" Hongxiu asked. "When we were going down Tianshan, he suddenly lay down on the board, so stiff and straight, it really scared me to death!"

"Yes, yes!" Ding'an said with disbelief. "I'm sick, look again!"

"Oh, I said I'm fine, and I mean I'm fine," Shao Yang said, shaking his head. "Why do you have to make yourself sick? Are you out of your mind?"

Upon hearing this, Ding'an scratched his head in confusion and said, "Keke, I always feel unwell, and my cheeks are burning."

Upon hearing this, the two humans and three beasts simultaneously looked away, their eyes darting around, and some even started whistling.

Ding An was stunned: "What a rigid way of beating around the bush!"

Ren Shaoyang exclaimed happily, "Oh my, you can even use idioms now! That means you're not sick, all better!"

The little beggar, holding up the flowerpot, cheered, "Yay! Yay!"

"Bang!"

"嘤嘤!"

Donkey Brother and Rolling Roll cheered and jumped for joy.

Only Fat Tiger shrugged and secretly hid his big paws.

"No!" Ding'an, his face bearing a red, swollen plum blossom mark, glared and said, "Did someone just give me a big slit?"

"No, no!" Hongxiu immediately looked towards the roof.

"Hmph, you're a habitual liar, I don't believe you." Ding An snorted and looked at Shao Yang, "Crippled man, if you're not lying, tell me, did someone slap me just now?"

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang said seriously, "A severed hand? No one slapped you, no one!"

"Really?"

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu nodded vigorously, chuckling to themselves.

Ding'an, still feeling suspicious, put on his clothes and got out of bed, intending to wash up.

Just as I reached the door, I suddenly remembered the dream I had earlier, and I felt a strange sense of disbelief, as if I were in another world.

Seeing him standing blankly at the door, how could the two not know that this fool had fallen ill with lovesickness again?

Hongxiu called out cheekily, "Oh! Little brother!"

Ren Shaoyang replied cheekily, "Sister, I... I miss you so much I want to sleep."

"You're annoying~!"

"Sister, I want you."

"You're being rude."

"Sister, I want you!"

Ding'an's face instantly turned red and then purple, and the plum blossom mark on his cheek became even more obvious. He covered his face with his hands and shouted, "Get out!" He rushed forward and rushed into the yard. With a splash, he jumped into the pond and buried his head in the water.

Hmm, ostrich-like.

The goldfish in the pond were so frightened that they scattered and fled.

"Aren't we going a bit too far?" Ren Shaoyang licked his lips. "Ding'an even jumped into the river."

"It wasn't us who hit it," Hongxiu calmly tossed a piece of chestnut cake into her mouth. "What's so wrong with that?"

"Ouch too."

Ren Shaoyang took a piece from her hand and chewed it.

"By the way, when you killed Jue Wushen, he said the treasure was all in the Purple Bamboo Grove of the Jue Wushen Palace in Dongying."

"What a load of bull." Ren Shaoyang slurped up a mouthful of tea, then spat out the tea leaves. "There's a 'Fist God' in the bamboo forest."

"Who the hell is this?" Hongxiu imitated his cursing.

"The senior brother of Jue Wushen is much more powerful than him."

Hongxiu said "Oh," and then asked, "How powerful is it?"

"He's said to be a genius, hailed as 'unparalleled in Japan, on par with Wuming'," Ren Shaoyang casually remarked. "It's said that he and Jue Wushen became disciples together, and within a year, he had mastered the authentic essence of the Fist School. His talent and ability truly left Jue Wushen far behind." "However, such excellence also brought him trouble. The extremely jealous Jue Wushen eventually conspired with his master to subdue the Fist God with poison and imprisoned him in the Fist Tomb in the Purple Bamboo Forest for twenty years."

Hongxiu clicked her tongue and shook her head: "It's truly astonishing that a master would collude with his disciple to harm his most promising eldest disciple."

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "In such a small place, people know small manners but lack great righteousness, and are bound by trivialities but lack great virtue."

"Ha, since you speak of this 'God of Fist' as so formidable, I'll have to go and meet him." Hongxiu stood up, patted her waist, and laughed. "Let's see if his blood is worth staining my blade."

"Besides him, there's also the old Emperor of Japan."

"Chopped!"

"And the fat prince."

Hongxiu tilted her head back disdainfully and said, "Kill him!"

"There are also experts who are almost at the level of gods and demons, such as Hayato Ten'in, Dainichi Sōka, the Great Demon God, and the Chief."

Ga?
Hongxiu shrank back and looked at Shaoyang: "My God, are these people powerful?"

"That's amazing!"

"Give me a reference."

Ren Shaoyang thought for a moment and said, "The Blue Moon Sect Master wouldn't last ten rounds against them."

Hongxiu's expression changed drastically. She quickly sat back down and said with an awkward smile, "Damn it, I really can't be arrogant now."

Ren Shaoyang said, "It's alright, it's alright! I have the Sword Realm, where I can cultivate and improve, and I can also find my elder brother! Moreover, once we get the Dragon Essence, your research will break through, and we won't be afraid of them anymore."

"Hey~!" Hongxiu's eyes lit up, and she quickly called out to Gun Gun, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have really forgotten."

Gungun came running over with a "thump thump thump" and pulled open the satchel.

Hongxiu rummaged around for a while, then pulled out a brocade box and handed it to Shaoyang: "Here!"

"what is this?"

Ren Shaoyang accepted it, completely bewildered.

The box was opened, revealing a gold-lacquered edge and a red velvet base with three holes, each inlaid with a fiery red pill.

Ren Shaoyang took a sniff, and immediately a strong and pungent medicinal fragrance wafted over, making him dizzy and disoriented. In a daze, he seemed to hear the roar of a ferocious beast echoing in his ears.

"This is... the Hundred Days Ten Dragons Pill?" He was somewhat incredulous.

“That’s right!” Hongxiu said with a grin, “But now it should be called ‘Thousand Days Ten Dragons Pill’!”

"The original elixir can increase one's power tenfold, but after a hundred days, it will inevitably cause a severe backlash from the poison, and there will be no cure." She clapped her hands and said triumphantly, "I added fire unicorn horn powder, dragon turtle shell powder, and blood bodhi juice. Now the efficacy remains the same, but the onset of the poison has been delayed by three thousand days!"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "The poison only takes effect after ten years?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed proudly, tilting her head back. "Isn't that amazing?"

"Haha, little beggar, you've actually developed such a miraculous medicine!" Ren Shaoyang exclaimed with delight. "In a critical moment, it's enough to turn the tide!"

“However,” Hongxiu hesitated, “the poison may be slow to develop, but it is more potent. After a fierce battle, the person who takes the drug will become stiff all over, covered in red hair, and turn into a living dead.”

"and many more!"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of shock and anger. "You mean, after I unleash my inner power, I'll become a vegetable, and then die from the poison ten years later?"

Hongxiu blinked: "How did you turn into a big tree?"

"That's not what I'm asking about!" Ren Shaoyang slammed the box on the table. "I thought this would be a lifesaver, but it turns out to be 'Red Hair is an ominous sign'!"

He pushed the brocade box far away, shaking his head vigorously: "I won't use it! Even if I'm beaten to death or smashed to pieces, I will never use it!"

“Alright.” Hongxiu put away the brocade box and shrugged. “I’ll make some improvements after I get the Dragon Essence and Phoenix Blood.”

Ren Shaoyang said, "Improve it more, experiment more." He casually pointed to Fat Tiger, "Look, here are the experimental materials."

"Ow!"

Fat Tiger was so frightened that he jumped three feet high, leaping directly onto the roof beam, covering his head and sticking out his buttocks, trembling with fear.

"It?" Hongxiu said disdainfully, "So cowardly, I wonder where it learned that from."

Suddenly, Ding'an's grief-stricken voice rang out: "Fat Tiger, was it you who slapped me?!"

The two turned around and saw Ding'an running in, completely soaked.

Fat Tiger screamed in terror and lunged toward the window, but because he was too fat, he got stuck in the window!

Ding'an shouted, "It really is you!"

He quickly stepped forward and kicked it in the rear.

"Ouch~!"

Fat Tiger felt the pain, his limbs and tail straightened instantly, and his paws swelled up. He was kicked away and immediately began to paw at the ground as he ran wildly around the yard.

Ding'an pursued relentlessly, his prosthetic hand swinging like a hammer, striking Pang Hu until he howled in pain.

Instantly, the whole courtyard erupted in chaos, and the goldfish scattered in fright.
-
Three days after the tiger was killed in Ding'an.

The rising sun is like fire, and the sea is like flowing gold.

While the legend of "the three villains destroying the Japanese pirates" was still being told throughout the Central Plains, these three country bumpkins had already set off again and arrived at Donglai Port by car.

After walking along the beach for half a day, by evening the fishing lights had dispersed and the harbor was in sight.

In the distance, a huge cargo ship is quietly moored.

Just as the three were enjoying the sea breeze, feeling refreshed and invigorated, they suddenly heard a loud voice shout, "Are the three villains right in front of us?"

Ren Shaoyang looked up and saw several people standing in the distance, all dressed as seafarers.

The leader was tall and thin, dressed in a purple robe and jade belt, with a pair of deerskin boots; his attire was magnificent and exquisite.

He had delicate eyebrows and large eyes, a face as white as jade, and a long beard that fluttered in the wind. He smiled and had an ethereal air about him.

Ren Shaoyang cupped his hands and said, "That's right."

The man glanced at him, then suddenly exclaimed with delight, "Could you be the Sword God?"

"it's me."

"Oh my!" The man in purple was overjoyed and laughed heartily. "To meet the Sword God is my greatest honor, my greatest honor indeed!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and asked, "May I ask your honorable name?"

The man in purple chuckled and said, "No, no! My surname is Xu, I'm from Langya, and I'm the captain of this ship. In the past, I've only gone to Southeast Asia, this is my first time going to Japan."

His surname is Xu, and he is from Langya.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled inwardly as he watched the other person speak fluently and ramblingly, his words seemingly unrelated and incoherent.
"Dude, are you trying to fool me like those two idiots from Fengyun?"

(End of this chapter)