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

Chapter 455 We are the righteous ones, the protagonists!

The sudden rain had just stopped, and the sky was beginning to lighten.

Although the sun is still far away, the morning bell in the sea has already rung.

The clouds, which were originally deep black, light gray, and fish-belly white, were now tinged with gold, growing richer and richer, and slowly spilling onto the sea.

A small boat slowly entered the harbor and came to a stop. Ren Shaoyang jumped off the boat gracefully and headed east.

“How terrible~”

Ren Shaoyang muttered to himself as he walked, as if possessed by a spirit, "Who would have thought a 'great demon' would suddenly appear under my feet?"

No wonder he behaved this way.

The Great Demon God Xiao Jingtian and his brother Xiao Aoshi were both sons of Xiao Sanxiao, one of the "Twelve Frightened Ones".

This tiny island of Japan harbors a number of extraordinary masters, especially the Xiao brothers.

If Ren Shaoyang still had the desire to compete with the God of Heaven, then facing the Great Demon God, even a wisp of his aura from afar was enough to shake him to his core, leaving him no choice but to retreat.

"My God!" Ren Shaoyang scratched his head, still shaken. "I can't afford to offend them, I really can't afford to offend them."

At this moment, the rising sun casts a brilliant glow.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the sea, flicked his long sleeves, and drifted away.

The Imperial Palace of Japan.

Although it is called a royal palace, its architectural style is actually just a larger mansion.

In the backyard garden, the water in the pool is murky, and the withered lotus leaves are few and far between.

A corridor connects the entrance hall, the main hall, and the left and right wings.

Although the corridor was not ornately decorated, its ceiling was covered with paintings depicting stories of Buddha's reincarnation, demons devouring people, and gods, demons, and monsters. The colors were vibrant and the figures were lifelike, indicating that it had only been built recently.

A fat tiger is carrying a fat panda as they walk slowly through the corridor.

The panda wore a straw hat, carried a small bag, and held a steel fishing rod with its paws. A piece of horse meat hung from the end of the rod, just three feet in front of its tiger's mouth.

Fat Tiger sniffed the aroma of meat intently, following closely behind.

The panda sat calmly on the tiger's back, looking completely at ease.

—It was clearly a trap to catch a tiger.

Outside the corridor, Ding'an, carrying a mountain-like bundle, stared in disbelief and couldn't help but look at Tan Bian: "Little beggar, isn't Gun Gun a little too clever?"

Hongxiu was playing with a bronze mirror, saying without turning her head, "I raised it from childhood, so naturally it's like me."

"No, no!" Ding'an waved his hands in a blur, pointing at the panda, "Look at it, it's treating Fat Tiger like a donkey!"

"Bang!"

The white donkey turned its head, untied the reins, and rested its long face on Ding'an's shoulder, staring intently at him.

They didn't speak, and they didn't know how to speak.

But the meaning is clear: you broke your promise.

Ding An clicked his tongue and pushed the donkey's head away: "Get out of the way! I wasn't talking about you."

"Hmph~?"

"Hey, so even Fat Tiger isn't allowed anymore? What do you mean? Is he your little brother?" Ding An said, hands on his hips. "You've become the big brother now?"

The white donkey swung its big head, snorted, and white foam flew out.

Ding'an let out a "Yo-ho!" and lightly patted the donkey's head with his prosthetic hand. The force of the energy formed a shield, causing the white foam to swirl back and splash onto the donkey's face.

The white donkey, suddenly becoming stubborn, stood on its hind legs and began to fight with Ding'an.

A man and a donkey began wrestling, while a bear and a tiger patrolled the corridor.

Beside the green pool, Hongxiu examined the bronze mirror in her hand.

The mirror was simple and unadorned, with mottled patina. The pine, bamboo, plum, and crane patterns on the back were already blurred. It looked ordinary, but it was something she had taken a liking to as soon as she entered the palace.

“If I’m not mistaken, this is the ‘Yata Mirror,’ one of the Three Sacred Treasures of Japan.” Hongxiu turned it over and over, her face full of confusion. “But why can’t I discover any secrets about it?”

At this moment, Ding An, with his messy, bird's-nest-like hair, approached and asked, "Little beggar, is this thing really one of the 'Three Divine Artifacts'?"

"That's what I've heard, but I just can't figure it out."

"What's so difficult about that?" Ding'an chuckled. "Try smashing it!"

Hongxiu was completely baffled: "You're incredibly clever."

"Hehe, actually I'm quite clever." Ding An chuckled.

"I'm so clever!" Hongxiu jumped up and slapped him hard on the head twice.

Ding'an cried out in pain and quickly covered his head and ran away. Only after escaping to the corridor did he complain, "Why did you hit me?"

"You're just causing trouble!" Hongxiu shouted, stretching her neck. "You deserve a beating!"

"Ugh, I can't live like this anymore!"

Ding'an, feeling depressed after a series of setbacks, suddenly saw Gun Gun riding Pang Hu leisurely past, even letting out two "yingying" sounds. He was instantly enraged and slammed his prosthetic hand on the corridor pillar: "Hey! Even you guys look down on me?"

With a sudden thud, dust fell in a flurry.

Gun Gun and Pang Hu were so frightened that they trembled and ran away in a flash.

Ding'an shouted, "What are you all running around for? Get back here!" Before he finished speaking, something suddenly fell from the roof of the corridor.

when!
It hit him squarely on the head.

The sound of metal immediately drew the attention of Hongxiu and the beasts.

"Huh?" Ding'an was stunned for a moment, then casually took the object off his head and held it up to look at it. "Who threw this? Hey? A bronze sword?" "Oh dear, Ding'an, you're bleeding!" Hongxiu rushed over and exclaimed, pointing at his forehead.

Ding An then realized what was happening and felt hot blood trickling down his forehead. He had been cut by the small sword and was injured.

Both of them were a little stunned. After Ding An mastered the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill", his body was protected by a protective aura, making him almost indestructible. Unexpectedly, he was injured by this sword.

"What kind of divine weapon is this?" Ding'an examined it carefully.

"I reckon it's the Kusanagi Sword." As Hongxiu spoke, she took out a porcelain bottle, intending to apply medicine to his wound.

"Wait!" Ding'an quickly waved his hand, hesitatingly asking, "Won't it hurt a little?"

"It doesn't hurt," the little beggar said without even blinking.

Ding An swallowed hard and nodded.

Hongxiu scooped out a large chunk of bright red ointment and smeared it on his head!

"Ooh~!!!"

Ding An collapsed to the ground, clutching his head with both hands, his whole body convulsing, wearing a mask of pain, and seeing stars.

Like a fish out of water.

The scene was so cruel that the white donkey, the rolling ball, and the fat tiger were all so frightened that they huddled together in fear.

Just then, a voice rang out: "What are you doing?"

Hongxiu turned her head and saw Ren Shaoyang standing in the distance with his hands on his hips, looking puzzled.

The beggar's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it on his face. He just shook the bronze mirror in his hand and laughed, "Crippled man, look what I found?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at it and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, the Yata no Kagami?"

Hongxiu asked, "Will it work?"

Ren Shaoyang took out the jade pendant and smiled, "These three divine artifacts have a deep connection with the Sword Realm and can restore the water level of the Sword River."

"Really?" Hongxiu's eyes lit up, and she threw the mirror at him. "Hey, does that mean we can summon Big Brother faster?"

Ren Shaoyang took it and laughed, "It's still a long way off. Even with this 'Yata Mirror,' it will only restore about 30% at most." As he spoke, he casually slashed with his sword.

The blue light at the tip of the sword solidified, and the void seemed to be torn open like a piece of jelly. The opening was extremely dark, like a drop of thick ink that had not spread, and it was completely still.

Ren Shaoyang threw the jade and bronze mirror into the hole, then sheathed his sword, and the opening in the void quietly closed.

Hongxiu looked on excitedly: "Crippled man, can we go to the Sword Realm to play?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said, "Not yet."

Hongxiu said disappointedly, "Oh, is that so?"

"See, you're in such a hurry again." Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Once I have complete control of the Sword Realm, you can go whenever you want."

Hongxiu immediately perked up and exclaimed happily, "Really?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "When have I ever lied to you?"

Hongxiu chuckled foolishly: "That's true."

Just then, a weak voice came: "I...I have the 'Kusanagi Sword' here."

Shao Yang and Hong Xiu were stunned, then exclaimed in unison, "A severed hand!"

Swipe!

The two jumped to Ding'an's side and were immediately startled.

Seeing that Ding'an's face was flushed, his body was convulsing, and his eyes were rolling back, I didn't think twice and quickly helped him up.

After a long pause, Ding'an finally let out a slow breath and looked at Hongxiu with grief and indignation: "You tricked me again!"

Hongxiu said awkwardly, "Well, I put too much Blood Bodhi." As she spoke, she glanced at Ding'an's head and then became self-righteous again, "Look, all the external injuries are healed. See how effective it is!"

Ding'an angrily exclaimed, "I almost died from the pain!"

The little beggar shrank back when yelled at: "I'm sorry, please keep your voice down."

Ren Shaoyang checked on Ding'an's condition and nodded, saying, "He's alright."

"Of course I'm fine!" the little beggar said proudly again. "My elixir can save lives!"

Ding An shook his head firmly but slowly: "I'd rather die right there than ever touch your medicine again!"

"Severing a hand? That's a bit extreme."

"How about I cut you a few times and you try the medicine yourself?"

"No, I'm not stupid!" Hongxiu shook her head vigorously.

Ren Shaoyang, however, stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Since this medicine is so effective, if it were applied to weapons, wouldn't it both heal wounds and cause the opponent excruciating pain, making them scream in agony?"

"Huh?" The little beggar and Ding'an looked puzzled.

"Not only that," Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and grinned maliciously, "Capturing the enemy and using this drug for interrogation should be extremely effective!"

Ding An, recalling the excruciating pain he had just experienced, trembled and cried out, "Crippled man, have some decency! We're the main characters, the righteous ones!"

"Upright?" Ren Shaoyang chuckled, pointing at Hongxiu. "Does she look upright to you?"

Ding'an looked over and was immediately startled.

The little beggar chuckled sinisterly, looking every bit the villain: "The cripple's words have reminded me that I might be able to outwit Emperor Shitian again."

For some reason, Ding'an felt inexplicably sorry for Di Shitian.

(End of this chapter)