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

Chapter 458 If I can't catch fish, can't it catch fish too?
The far northern sea.

The winter night was vast and dark, with howling winds and surging waves.

From a distance, it appears as if the water and sky meet, with pale moonlight shining coldly through the gaps in the clouds onto the entire sea.

Snowflakes fluttered down, and a towering cliff rose into the clouds, standing on the turbulent coastline, where surging waves crashed against the rocks.

"Wow—"

The water surges into the sky.

On the cliff, a huge door suddenly burst open.

Luo Xian, dressed in a green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), slowly walked out. Her skirt was wet with snow, but she was oblivious to it. She walked to the edge of the cliff and respectfully said, "Congratulations on your completion of seclusion, Master!"

A man stood with his hands behind his back, turned around and said indifferently, "Hmm, Luo Xian has arrived."

He was dressed in a yellow robe, with his long, black hair flowing freely. The hair was of a peculiar quality, shining brightly even in the wind and snow, as if it were not hair but a piece of black gauze.

He had a very broad forehead, exuding a powerful and imposing presence, and his complexion was yellowish-red, as if it had a crystalline glow.

His eyes, in particular, were half-closed and half-open, yet they shone brightly with every blink, as if the wind and snow revolved around him.

This person is none other than the Lord of the Heavenly Gate, Emperor Shitian.

Luo Xian smiled and asked, "What is Master looking at?"

Di Shitian smiled and said, "I've been in seclusion for too long, so I came out to get some fresh air." Suddenly seeing Luo Xian's serene demeanor, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Your Sacred Heart Technique has indeed made some progress."

Luo Xian bowed respectfully: "It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching."

“It has nothing to do with me.” Di Shitian shook his head and frowned. “On the contrary, the fact that you were able to gain benefits from fighting Ren Shaoyang is quite impressive.”

Luo shook his head and said, "Sword God Ren just didn't intend to kill me."

Indra said, "Hmm, this person is too ruthless and ruthless, he didn't even make a move against you." Suddenly, he stared at you, "He has feelings for you?"

Luo Xian smiled slightly and said, "There is a little bit of affection."

Indra said indifferently, "You should continue to stay by his side."

Luo Xian shook her head and said with a wry smile, "Master, I'm scared."

"Afraid?" Di Shitian looked puzzled. "With your martial arts and wisdom, who could possibly frighten you?"

Luo Xian said, enunciating each word clearly: "Ren Hongxiu".

"Oh, her!"

Di Shitian was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Then it's understandable." He shook his head and smiled slightly, "In my opinion, Ren Hongxiu is indeed more troublesome than Ren Shaoyang."

Luo Xian was puzzled, but Di Shitian stopped talking, turned around with his hands behind his back, and gazed at the distant sky in a daze.

After a long pause, Emperor Shitian spoke again: "What great things did the three villains do in Japan?"

Luo Xian said, "Reporting to Master, the three villains first destroyed the Wushen Jue Palace in Japan, then killed the old Emperor, and slaughtered thousands of Japanese samurai, causing a great upheaval."

"Just this few people?" Di Shitian raised his dark eyebrows. "That's not like them."

Luo Xian was taken aback.

Emperor Shitian suddenly laughed loudly: "So be it, let these three do as they please. Once I have accomplished my great task, I can do whatever I want with them!"

Luo Xian said, "Master is a living deity; success is assured!"

Emperor Shitian laughed heartily: "Immortal Luo, the information you have gathered is very useful. Once this matter is settled, I will reward you."

Luo Xian quickly thanked him and then said, "Master, the Divine Official has discovered a master in the far north ice plains and has brought him back to Tianmen."

"Oh, a master?" Indra asked with interest, "How skilled?"

“Apart from Master, no one in the Heavenly Gate can rival him.”

"Such a master exists?" Indra laughed. "What's his name?"

Luo Xian said, "This man calls himself 'Divine General'."
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The wind whistled, and the cawing of crows echoed through the twilight.

Two fishing rods are propped up on the bank of the small river in Fengxi Village.

Despite the freezing weather, the Pig King was sweating profusely, looking utterly incredulous.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him expressionlessly: "Admit defeat."

"No, I'd rather die than admit defeat!"

"You can't win! Haven't you heard of surrendering and losing half your money?"

The Pig King was so angry that his ears bulged, and he gritted his teeth. Then, as if thinking of something, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Ren Shaoyang crossed his arms and said calmly, "By discerning the water flow and anticipating the fish's movements, this is an excellent fishing spot. Where the hook lands, there will surely be a bountiful harvest of fish. You rely on your fishing skills and just sit there waiting to reel in your catch. How can you possibly win?"

The Pig King gritted his teeth and suddenly said coldly, "You're getting arrogant now?"

Ren Shaoyang tilted his head back and snorted, "Is that not allowed?" He casually pointed to two buckets on the ground. One bucket had about ten fish swimming around, while the other only had five or six fish to be taken.

High, low, stand, see!
The Pig King finally couldn't hold back any longer. Regarding Ren Shaoyang's despicable behavior, he was like Cao Pi's father-in-law, remaining silent—Zhen Ji's father was speechless!

"Ren the Scoundrel, that's enough!" Pig King roared, pointing his halberd. "It's not like you're the one fishing, what are you so smug about?"

Following the direction of his finger, they saw a round panda sitting with its legs crossed in front of Ren Shaoyang, catching fish one after another with a fishing rod.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "So what? I raised Gun Gun from a kitten to adulthood. If it catches a fish, it's the same as me catching a fish!"

The Pig King snorted, "Do you dare to be shameless again?"

Ren Shaoyang pinched Gun Gun's ears, shook his head and said, "I think you're just like someone who's been washing their butt with boiling water—your eyes are red as hell."

"Ahhh!!!" Pig King threw down his fishing rod and jumped up. "Old Pig, I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to explode!"

Ren Shaoyang put his hands on his hips and laughed, "You can't beat me."

"It's one thing to lose a fight, but it's even worse to be so angry you could die!"

Ren Shaoyang tilted his head slightly: "Heh, if you can touch the hem of my clothes within ten moves, I will give Xiaotong a gift."

Pig King was overjoyed: "You said it yourself, don't go back on your word." Ren Shaoyang laughed: "I, Ren, never lie."

Pig King chuckled and said, "Since we're on the topic, I'll thank you on behalf of Xiao Tong!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Hmph, I won't lie, and you shouldn't boast!"

The Pig King chuckled twice, then suddenly leaped up like a ball of flesh, drew his sword from its sheath, and transformed into a series of afterimages, sweeping over indistinctly.

"Sword God Ren, behold my Old Pig's 'Creation Blade'!"

"A 'Creative Blade' that's half-drawn and half-created, huh!" Ren Shaoyang chuckled lightly. "Alright, let me see it." With a flicker of his body, he suddenly appeared atop the rolling fishing rod.

Gun Gun paused for a moment, then softly uttered two "Ying Ying" sounds.

"Yes, yes, we have enough fish," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile. "Let's go home and ask Ding'an for bamboo shoots."

Gun Gun was overjoyed and suddenly raised his iron fishing rod.

Ren Jianshen's figure floated up, like an immortal riding the wind, and after flying three zhang high, he lightly descended and laughed, "First move."

Pig King was drenched in cold sweat. Although his "Creation Knife" only had three moves, it emphasized "the intention precedes the knife, and no move is better than a move".

A single move contains countless follow-up moves, all depending on the opponent's adaptability. It can be said that one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things. It is a profound sword technique that highly values ​​comprehension and intuition.

However, it has always been the masters who achieve martial arts prowess, not the other way around.

Pig King loved beautiful women and delicious food, which made him somewhat lax in his arduous training. Although he was firmly among the top masters thanks to his exceptional talent, he was no match for "monsters" like Ren Shaoyang, who had already glimpsed the pinnacle of martial arts.

He knew he couldn't win in a prolonged battle, so he steeled himself and immediately launched his second attack!

"Sword technique is death, sword intent is life, watch my second move!" Pig King roared.

With a swift turn, the longsword seemed to split light and create shadows, generating three illusory yet indistinguishable sword energies that enveloped Ren Shaoyang from different directions.

This move subtly embodies the concept of "illusion and reality." If you treat it as a phantom, the phantom will instantly transform into a solid blade of energy; if you treat it as the real body, the real body will transform into a gentle breeze.

The truth is often elusive, making it impossible to discern the real from the unreal.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Ren Shaoyang's eyes, and he laughed, "That's getting interesting!" Before he finished speaking, he moved nimbly to the side and kicked straight at the blade.

The Pig King was taken aback, not expecting that he would choose one of the three options. He took a slight step back and swung his sword diagonally.

Ren Shaoyang tucked his toes in and then suddenly sprang forward, kicking at the handguard.

Knowing that he possessed unparalleled strength, the Pig King feared that if he were to be kicked, his precious sword would shatter into pieces. So he immediately tilted his body and jumped backward to avoid the incoming kick.

"The second move."

Ren Shaoyang stood still, as deep and unfathomable as the sea, as if he had never moved.

Pig King missed twice in a row, his breath was already slightly turbid, and he was even more horrified. He knew that if he failed to succeed with the third move, he would really lose face!
"Sword God Ren, take my final strike!"

With a roar, the Pig King channeled all his power into the blade, unleashing a powerful and unpretentious strike that seemed simple yet ingenious, as it cleaved straight down.

This strike, returning to simplicity, fully embodies the essence of "creating a sword."

"it is good!"

Ren Shaoyang became a little more serious, pushed off with both feet, and kicked out with a "whoosh" while still in mid-air.

This powerful kick, descending from the sky, produced a resounding clang like a sword.

If Nie Feng can use his feet as knives, then Xiao Ren can naturally use his feet as swords as well.

Ren Jianshen, the Sword God of Foot Swords!

Just as they were about to touch, Ren Shaoyang caught a glimpse of the mischievous figure with his hands on his hips in the distance out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, Hongxiu shouted in a sweet voice, "Crippled man! Take this!"

brush!
An invisible yet sharp finger strike, precisely at the delicate moment when his old strength had just been unleashed and his new strength had not yet been generated, directly attacked the side of his ankle.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "This troublemaker!" In a flash, he smiled and abruptly stopped his momentum. He slightly shifted his body, as if tripped by the "energy," and his movements faltered for a moment.

When masters clash, it's all about a split second!
It was this slight hesitation that allowed the Pig King's simple yet powerful strike to finally reach its target!

brush!
The two stood side by side, Ren Shaoyang's smile unchanged, while Pig King stood frozen in place.

A strip of white cloth was hanging from the tip of the long sword in his hand, which was cut from the sleeve of Ren Jianshen's robe!

Pig King glanced at the knife, then at Ren Shaoyang's ambiguous smile, and at Hongxiu, who was standing not far away with her hands on her hips and giggling, and suddenly realized what was going on.

"Hahaha! I, Old Pig, won!"

Pig King danced with excitement, as thrilled as a 300-pound child, "Sword God Ren, you lost! The gift! You can't go back on your promise to Xiao Tong!"

Ren Shaoyang looked at Hongxiu and said helplessly, "You're just causing trouble."

Hongxiu chuckled and moved closer to him, saying smugly, "What's wrong? You're allowed to tease him, but I'm not allowed to help you 'lose' more gracefully? What's wrong with giving Xiaotong a gift?"

At this moment, Pig King had already come over, rubbing his hands together, his face full of anticipation: "Sword God Ren, Brother Ren, look at this gift!"

Ren Shaoyang rolled his eyes at the little beggar, then laughed and said, "Alright, alright, I admit defeat." As he spoke, he took off the azure ring on his left hand and handed it over.

"This is the Divine Spider Sword. When used in conjunction with my 'Sword Flight' technique, it possesses unparalleled mysteries. I will teach it to Xiao Tong when we get back."

Pig King hurriedly accepted it like a precious treasure, and bowed with a chuckle: "Oh, this old pig thanks Sword God Ren in advance!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Alright, let's go back. Senior Pig King, we just made a bet that whoever loses at fishing has to be the fish."

"Ha, it's just cooking fish, right?" Pig King, having gotten such a great deal, readily agreed. "I'll do my best to make sure you all eat until you're stuffed!"

"That's wonderful!"

Hongxiu hooked her arm around Shaoyang's and laughed heartily.

The three walked and talked, while Gun Gun, carrying a fish basket and a fishing rod, struggled to keep up with them on his short legs.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows of the three people and the bear, gilding them with a warm golden edge.

Smoke rises like ribbons from the chimneys of Fengxi Village, few pedestrians stroll along the riverbank, and the crisscrossing ridges and paths of the fields are a golden expanse, swaying in the wind and creating gentle ripples that slowly drift into the distance.

(End of this chapter)