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

Chapter 450 Three Villains Cause Trouble in Japan (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Merchant ships enter the port.

The port belongs to the Hidden Sword Sect, and ships entering the port are subject to heavy taxes.

After paying the taxes, the crew returned cursing and swearing.

When Ren Shaoyang disembarked, he casually inquired and learned that the situation in Japan was chaotic. There was the Mushin Jue Palace in front and the Hidden Sword School behind. The emperor had long been sidelined and his power had been waning in recent years.

According to well-informed sources, when the reputation of "Mushin Jue-gaku" was rising, the Emperor once declared that he was willing to share the reins of Japan with him. However, the arrogant and domineering Mushin Jue-gaku dismissed the offer.

This forced the old emperor to shrink his power.

Now that Wushen has died at the hands of the Sword God, the news has spread, and Wushen Jue Palace is immediately besieged by numerous sects, unable to defend itself. By this time, the small island nation has been fragmented and divided into numerous warlords.

After years of biding their time, the Hidden Sword School has seized the opportunity to take over the port and has begun to collect taxes and amass wealth.

At this point, the crew unloaded the cargo and disembarked, then loaded the trucks and headed east.

A white donkey pulled a cart out of the cabin, and a fat tiger and dog sneaked into the woods. The three villains got on the cart and headed west.

On the cargo ship, Indra watched the donkey cart depart with indifference, remaining unmoved.

Someone seized the opportunity and said, "Sect Leader, the three villains will surely fight the local experts to a standstill when they arrive in Japan. Why don't we take advantage of this opportunity?"

"Do I need you to teach me how to do things?" Indra's face paled slightly as he coldly replied, "Go back!"

The man dared not refute, "Yes!"

Di Shitian turned and walked towards the room. As he walked, his face grew even paler. He thought to himself, "Damn it, just a Blood Bodhi has given me stomach pains for days. Is the Qilin blood really so toxic to me?" Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with a fierce light. "None of the people on this ship can be spared."

"Gu~!"

Indra's eyes widened: "Not good!" He stepped forward and, as if floating on air, disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, the donkey cart headed west, passing numerous temples and monasteries along the way, their Buddhist chants echoing in the distance. Due to the hardships of the chaotic times, the people of Japan were drawn to Buddhism in search of inner peace.

As for the buildings here, they are all made of wood, with shacks and low eaves, where people and livestock live together. Compared to the temple, they are extremely simple and crude.

Holding the map, Hongxiu pointed in the direction of Wushen Jue Palace and exclaimed, "So this place is called 'The True School of Fist'!"

"Oh yeah, you're only just finding out?"

Ren Shaoyang replied casually as he drove, "Back then, Wu Shen became a disciple of 'The True Lineage of Fist Sect.' After imprisoning the Fist God in alliance with his master, he began to murder his master, seize power, massacre his sect, and completely take over the sect's vast territory, which led to the creation of Wu Shen's Palace."

"And a map of the palace," Hongxiu asked. "Is the old emperor more powerful than Jue Wushen?"

"Impressive!" Ren Shaoyang replied. "He was the mastermind behind the invasion of the Central Plains by Jue Wushen, and can be considered the number one 'silver coin' in Japan. Moreover, his 'Heaven-Shattering Hand' is extremely ferocious, enough to injure even a Fire Qilin!"

"Wow!" Hongxiu's eyes widened, and she turned to ask, "Duan Shou, you've had contact with the Fire Qilin. Is that beast very powerful?"

Ding An sat cross-legged solemnly, his eyes closed as if contemplating something. Upon hearing her words, he opened his eyes and laughed, "The Fire Qilin got a beating from Brother Donkey and the other two, don't you think?"

Hongxiu suddenly realized and laughed, "Oh, so sending out Donkey Brother, Fatty Tiger, and Rolling Panda can solve the problem?"

Gun Gun quickly straightened the bird's nest-like straw hat on its head, looked up and cried out, "Eeeeee!"

"What the hell?" Hongxiu shouted. "You want to steal the palace's treasures?" She put her hands on her hips and glared at Gungun. "You stupid bear, all you think about is treasure! We're here to punish evil and promote good, don't you understand?"

The pup whimpered and gestured with its paws as if it wanted to put something into its mouth.

"You mean... the palace hides the most delicious bamboo shoots in the world?" Hongxiu's eyes lit up, but then she straightened her face. "That won't do! We are a righteous army, how can we... unless they give them to us as a thank you gift."

The little beggar stroked his chin, his eyes darting around: "After we dig up the bamboo shoots, let's go 'collect' some treasure!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Didn't you want to punish evil and promote good?"

"We're going to punish evil and promote good by digging for bamboo shoots," Hongxiu said, her neck stiff. "That's perfectly reasonable!"

"Stealing the treasure?"

"I thought nobody wanted them, so I went to pick them up, so what?" Hongxiu rolled her eyes. "Is that a problem?"

"Okay!" Ren Shaoyang shook his head and laughed, "In the Ganges!"

The little beggar chuckled, then suddenly noticed Ding An's serene face and ethereal aura, and whispered, "Crippled man, look."

Ren Shaoyang turned his head and raised an eyebrow: "Wow! You've entered a meditative state again?"

Just then, Ding'an slowly opened his eyes.

The little beggar immediately knelt down in front of him, looking up at him: "Your hand is broken, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I feel great!"

“But why do I feel like,” Hongxiu looked left and right, “that you’re about to become a nun?”

Ding An smiled slightly and said calmly, "No way."

"Look!" Hongxiu jumped up, pinched his face, and yelled, "This kind of wise smile will never appear on Ding'an's face!"

Ding An's face was stretched taut like a pancake. Finally, he could no longer maintain his superior demeanor. He waved his hands wildly and hurriedly said, "Let go, let go!"

The little beggar let go of Ding'an's hand, looked at Ding'an who was rubbing his face and muttering, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. I just... I just figured out three sword techniques."

"Clam?"

Shao Yang and Hong Xiu looked at him together: "You can even comprehend swordsmanship after a breakup?"

"That's great, you figured it out very easily."

Ren Shaoyang turned his head to look at him and said, "Weren't you trying to kill yourself on the ship the other day?"

"That's right, I was very sad back then."

Hongxiu asked suspiciously, "You forgot it after only two days, and then you suddenly understood the sword?"

"Mmm." Ding An nodded repeatedly, his eyes clear as the sky after rain: "It's not that I forgot, it's that I let go." As he spoke, he pointed his fingers like a knife and gently waved them towards a wild chrysanthemum by the roadside.

There was no strong wind, nor the flash of a blade.

The wild chrysanthemum trembled slightly, and the morning dew on its petals quietly burst open like foam, reflecting a rainbow of colors in the sunlight, while the flower remained intact.

"This move is called 'Loneliness of Love'."

Ding An withdrew his hand and smiled憨厚ly, "Just like dew returning to the earth, coming and going freely."

"What are the names of your three moves?"

“Emotion stirs, emotion burns, emotion fades.” Ding An said loudly, “The sword technique is called ‘Three Forms of Forgetting Emotion’.”

Hongxiu exclaimed in admiration, "Wow, you've improved at naming things!"

Ding An chuckled. Ren Shaoyang gazed at the wild chrysanthemum and smiled: "What a wonderful 'loneliness of emotion'! The dew has gone, but the flower remains; the clouds have dispersed, and the moon shines even brighter. Broken Hand, this is not just swordsmanship, it is truly in harmony with the way of heaven."

Ding An smiled sheepishly and scratched his head: "I don't know! I just feel relieved."

"Oh~!"

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu exchanged a glance, shook their heads, and sighed, "What incredible luck!"

The three laughed and joked for a while, and after traveling for half a day, the scenery gradually changed from a market to a wasteland.

A muddy, foul smell wafted from the valley, causing the three of them to cover their noses.

Hongxiu glanced at the map and called out, "Ahead lies the 'Dark Death Swamp,' and on the opposite mountain is the Godless Palace." As soon as she finished speaking, a vast, desolate swamp appeared ahead, with patches of unmelted snow dotting the dark, murky mud.

Across the swamp, a majestic mountain peak soars into the clouds, and amidst the misty mountains, pavilions with upturned eaves appear, resembling palaces in the heavens.

Just then, a sudden gust of wind arose, clouds thickened, thunder roared, and a torrential downpour began.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "There's a murderous aura about it."

“There’s someone hiding in the swamp, of course there’s murderous intent,” Hongxiu said with a grin. “The severed hand is yours to take.”

Ding An nodded, then suddenly leaped into the air and shouted, "Ring Toss!" His prosthetic hand suddenly took on a strange shape and slammed down on the ground.

With a hum, dozens of circles suddenly appeared on the entire swamp, ranging from small to large, shallow in the center and deep in the center, ripples spreading outwards.

The mud surface stirred and suddenly rose up.

Dozens of dark figures shouted and were jolted into the air, stirring up mud and water.

Stupid!
With the eagle-blade drawn, Ding An swung it horizontally, shouting, "Blazing Passion!" The blade's momentum was violent, and blazing waves surged into the sky.

With a series of soft popping sounds, the demons in the mud were decapitated, and crimson blades flashed like flowing lava.

Where the blade struck, the headless corpse was charred and cracked, and the air was filled with the stench of burning.

Ding'an used his "romantic" skills, taking advantage of the wind to cross the mudflats, and stood on the other side shouting: "Alright, it's all cleaned up!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Okay, you take it!" After saying that, he walked to the donkey cart, supported the bottom of the cart with one hand and the belly of the donkey with the other, and with a little effort, he lifted the "blood donkey cart".

"Wait, I haven't gotten on the cart yet!" The little beggar hurriedly jumped onto the donkey cart.

Ren Shaoyang shouted, "Catch it!" and threw it fiercely towards the opposite bank!
Amidst the cries of the white donkey, the red-sleeved figure, and the rolling sounds, a white shadow flashed, and Ren Shaoyang gracefully landed back in the carriage, flying towards the opposite bank along with the blood-red donkey cart.

"Drink!"

Ding An's hand suddenly shone brightly, slapped the air, and with a hum, the air twisted and distorted.

The donkey cart bounced a few times as if it had been hit by an invisible soft ball, before being caught in mid-air by Ding'an and slowly lowered down.

"It's so much fun! It's so much fun!"

Hongxiu held a flowerpot, with Gungun perched on her shoulder. The eyes of both the woman and the beast gleamed, and they shouted repeatedly.

Ren Shaoyang nodded and smiled, "Ding'an's prosthetic hand is indeed very powerful."

Hongxiu said, "Of course! Even the people from Ironheart Island are trying to take it!"

Ding'an, looking fierce and menacing, exclaimed, "They dare?!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I heard that Qin Shuang is being held on Iron Heart Island?"

"Speaking of Ironheart Island," Hongxiu suddenly remembered something, "When the news of your two sword strikes that killed Jue Wushen reached the Central Plains, they released Qin Shuang that very day."

Ren Shaoyang scoffed: "It's still best to let the sword do the talking."

"Of course, let's finish the fight first and then talk, that's the truth."

"Oh dear." Ding An suddenly clapped his hands. "I still need to make a prosthetic arm for Brother Qin Shuang."

“We can’t forget this,” Ren Shaoyang said. “Qin Shuang lost his wife, lost his hand, and was imprisoned for more than half a year. He’s had a terrible time.”

"Yeah, what a pitiful guy."

The three villains continued driving up the mountain, and when they reached the mountainside, they suddenly heard the roar of water.

Hongxiu glanced at the map, then looked again, and laughed, "This is called 'Anshen Bridge,' the only way into the palace." She shook her head and said, "If I were from the Wushen Jue Palace, I would definitely have ambushed people on both sides."

"Hey, don't try to be like Prime Minister Cao!" Ren Shaoyang stopped her. "Go and deal with them!"

Hongxiu stood up, looked around, and her eyes shone brightly.

But then one sees the mountaintop water rushing down, converging into a waterfall, like a white dragon plunging into a high mountain lake, its sound like thunder.

Between the waterfalls, a rainbow bridge spans the lake, with the distant forest stretching as far as the eye can see.

Hongxiu craned her neck, looked left and right, and suddenly chuckled: "I've spotted you."

"Zheng!"

A flash of cold light appeared, and hundreds of shimmering water jets burst forth from the waterfall, shooting out like lightning!
The blade's light, gleaming with the red sleeves' thoughts, swept across the area like a torrent, dazzling and painful to the eyes.

"Puff puff puff puff~!"

In the forest, under the bridge, in the water, and behind the rocks, countless ghostly figures suddenly froze, and a bright red dot between their brows exploded.

If someone were to look down from above at this moment, it would not be difficult to see the water jets swimming like live fish, creating sprays of blood.

Lighter than the wind, faster than electricity, and quicker than light.

Just for a moment.

The water jet dissipated.

All the demons seemed to have been slashed a thousand times. In the instant they stiffened, their still-warm bodies burst forth with a cloud of blood mist, and with a whoosh, only a pile of tiny, indistinguishable fragments remained.

Hongxiu gently wiped away her sweat, not even glancing at the unbelievable scene, and pointed to the mountaintop.

"Let's go!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled, gave the reins a tug, and the white donkey brayed loudly and charged straight up the mountain.

Although there was only one donkey cart, its momentum was like that of a thousand troops. In an instant, it disrupted the deployment of the people in Wushenjue Palace. People and horses fell all the way, and the corpses of Japanese soldiers were thrown into the air one after another. Blood was splattered on the streets, and screams of agony filled the air.

After driving all the way to the back of the mountain, the donkey cart came to a sudden stop. It was a low-lying area between two mountains, and as far as the eye could see, it was a purple bamboo forest.

In the valley stands a massive stone fist, as large as a small mountain, raised angrily towards the sky. Bathed in sunlight, it glows golden, as if coated with gold leaf. Dozens of iron chains bind the stone fist, trembling slightly, as if a ferocious beast were imprisoned within.

Ren Shaoyang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "This is it."

(End of this chapter)