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

Chapter 471 Departure! (Seeking monthly votes at the end of the month!)

Even after the Lunar New Year, the weather remains cold.

The heavy snow continued to fall, and the firecrackers of the Spring Festival gradually fell silent in this excessively cold winter.

But winter is half over, and spring will soon return.

Ten days before the auspicious day, the heavenly officials had already arrived at Fengxi Village, respectfully inviting the three villains to set off.

Ren Shaoyang and his two companions didn't put on airs and drove the donkey cart together to Penglai Prefecture, preparing to take a boat out of the port again.

It was already late at night when we arrived in Hong Kong.

At this time, it was dark and foggy, and the sea breeze was howling. It felt like thousands of steel needles were piercing the body, which was different from the cold inland.

"Yu Yu Yu~!"

Ren Shaoyang pulled on the reins, and the donkey cart slowly came to a stop.

Upon reaching the harbor, not a single sail could be seen. The Heavenly Gate Official took out a box from his sleeve, inside which lay fireworks. The Official lit the fireworks, and flames shot skyward.

Before long, a large ship appeared in the misty fog. The ship was dark, with white sails like clouds, and a phoenix was embroidered on the sails.

A woman stood at the bow of the boat, dressed in a purple palace dress. Her figure was as graceful as a newly sprouted branch. Beneath her high-bun hairstyle, her eyes sparkled with tears.

It was none other than the Heavenly Gate Goddess – Luo Xian.

"Shaoyang!" As the large ship drew near, Luo Xian waved and smiled brightly, then greeted the others with a smile and a cupped-hand salute, "Sister Hongxiu, Brother Ding'an, hello."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Long time no see."

Luo Xian gracefully landed on the large ship and walked over with light steps: "Has Shao Yang thought about Luo Xian?"

Just then, a red figure flashed by, and laughter preceded the person: "Sister, I've missed you terribly."

Ren Shaoyang was stunned: "Did you say it in the wrong order?"

"Oh dear!" Hongxiu covered her mouth and laughed in an affected manner, "I misspoke!"

Luo Xian laughed and said, "My little sister loves to joke."

Sometimes, the truth is revealed through jokes.

"Hmm, that makes sense."

The two women exchanged witty remarks and laughed and chatted.

Ding'an, who was carrying Gun Gun off the vehicle, was somewhat dumbfounded. The two hesitated, unsure whether to move.

Just then, the girl giggled, her voice like a silver bell: "Sister, is this how you welcome guests at Tianmen? Leaving us to freeze here in this freezing weather?"

Luo Xian chuckled, gently patted her forehead, and apologized, "Oh dear! I'm so sorry, I was so reckless. The sea breeze is biting, the wind is strong and the waves are high. What if I fell into the sea?"

Hongxiu laughed and said, "It would be even better if it fell into the sea. I've been wanting to go winter swimming for a while now."

Ren Shaoyang sighed and said, "You're pretty wild too."

Hongxiu sneered, "I think you and Ding'an both need to go to sea to calm down!" With that, she snatched Gun Gun into her arms and strode towards the ship.

Ren Shaoyang shrugged and looked at Luo Xian.

Luo Xian smiled at him and said, "Shaoyang, did I make Sister Hongxiu angry?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "She has those few days every month, well, she's rather willful."

Just then, the girl's voice rang out: "I can do whatever I want!"

"Look!" Ren Shaoyang shrugged.

Luo Xian chuckled, a ticklish sensation that went straight to her bones, then coughed and suddenly said, "Shaoyang, shall we get on the boat?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and, led by Luo Xian, boarded the boat, with Ding An following closely behind, leading the white donkey.

Once aboard, many people were already waiting, and they all bowed respectfully to the three of them.

"Greetings, Sword God, One-Sword Immortal, Sword Emperor!"

The three men clasped hands in greeting and exchanged pleasantries with acquaintances, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

"By the way, isn't Boss Xu here?" Ren Shaoyang asked Luo Xian with a smile. "We had a lot of fun fishing together last time."

Luo Xian glanced at him and said with a smile, "Old Master Xu has gone home."

Ren Shaoyang's lips curled slightly: "Oh?"

The night was deep and silent. The sea stretched to the horizon, its waves like a song. The starlight, like a constant melody, sparsely illuminated the white-robed man, like jade dust or silver shavings unevenly applied, making his face look mottled.

The sea breeze blows in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes strong.

Luo Xianzi's heart clenched suddenly, and she suddenly remembered that the person in front of her had a well-known characteristic.

—The Sword God never lies.

He disdains lying and naturally dislikes others lying to him.

Thinking of this, Luo Xian glanced at Ren Shaoyang again. She saw him standing alone against the wind, his sleeves fluttering, and a sense of loneliness welled up within him.

I don't know why, or rather, it was just a strange coincidence.

Luo Xian leaned close to Ren Shaoyang's ear and whispered, "He is the sect leader."

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang narrowed his eyes and glanced at her lightly.

Similarly, Hongxiu, who was fuming in the distance, suddenly sharpened her gaze.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang's face flushed red, and he roared angrily, "Hmph, outrageous! Can't take a loss!" With that, he turned and left.

This sudden turn of events left not only Luo Xian bewildered, but also Hongxiu, Ding'an, and even the Tianmen members who were frequently observing from afar.

Luo Xian's chest heaved violently, her pretty face ashen, and she snorted before turning and leaving.

The three villains entered a cabin, and Hongxiu suddenly turned around, grinning at Ren Shaoyang: "Why did she do this?"

Ren Shaoyang was stunned: "I don't quite understand either."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Although we both understand each other implicitly, Luo Xian's willingness to reveal Boss Xu's true identity to you speaks volumes." Ren Shaoyang smiled and said in a low voice, "Therefore, I cannot harm her."

"Oh dear!" Ding An realized, "So you were all acting just now?"

"if not?"

Shao Yang and Hong Xiu both rolled their eyes at him.

Hongxiu leaned closer to examine his hands and laughed, "Crippled man, your newly acquired skill is quite strange. If we weren't so in sync, I'm afraid what I heard would have been different!"

Ding An asked, "Didn't Luo Xian tell the cripple about Boss Xu's identity? What has happened now?"

Hongxiu chuckled: "The cripple altered the rhythm of his voice, so what Luo Xian said sounded like..."

You won't catch any fish!

In another cabin, Di Shitian laughed heartily, bending over backwards. "Luo Xian, Luo Xian, I didn't expect you to be so bold! You dare to ridicule Ren Shaoyang, don't you know he's petty?"

Luo Xianli stood to the side with a wry smile: "Master, please stop teasing me. Didn't you see that Ren Shaoyang's face has turned black?"

"Good that he's dark!" Indra waved his hand. "Otherwise, I would have thought he had 'united with the Dao' and become heartless!"

Luo Xian lowered her head, her expression unreadable: "I've discovered another weakness in Ren Shaoyang. Congratulations, Master."

Di Shitian glanced at her, then suddenly smiled: "Luo Xian, how are your cultivations with the Greedy Wolf Sword and the Heavenly Blade?"

Luo Xian raised her head and smiled, "Far surpassing Po Jun."

“Alright.” Di Shitian grunted. “This time, I will lead the dragon-slaying. Ren Shaoyang will use the ‘Divine Sword’ to capture the dragon and employ the Heaven, Earth, and Man Three Elements Sword Technique to break through the dragon’s three vital points. The remaining four points will be conquered by me, Ren Hongxiu, Li Ding’an, and you respectively.”

"Immortal Luo, after you have slain the dragon and vanquished the three evil spirits, I will reward you handsomely!"

"Thank you, Master!" Luo Xian knelt down and kowtowed.

"Rise," Indra said with a smile. "There's no need for such formalities."

Luo Xian stood up and suddenly asked, "Master, when will you meet the Three Fiends?"

"No rush!" Di Shitian smiled. "The time is not yet right."

"Yes!" Luo Xian bowed.

Seeing that Indra had picked up his teacup, he bowed knowingly and left the room.

As the door closed, Di Shitian's gentle smile vanished, and he casually said, "Is this what Luo Xian said to Ren Shaoyang?"

The room was empty, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew, and a majestic figure slowly appeared in the arena.

This person had a full head of white hair, half of his face was covered with ice, and his eyes were fierce and cold, devoid of any warmth, as cold as a stone on the Tianshan Mountains that had been battered by wind and snow for thousands of years, capable of freezing a person to death with just one glance.

He grinned, which meant he was smiling.

“Master, I was right at their feet and heard it all clearly. Luo Xian did say ‘you can’t catch any fish,’ and Ren Shaoyang was furious.”

His voice was hoarse and cold, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. His vocal cords were so stiff that they could only be torn apart little by little, producing a slow, grating sound.

"Ha, can't catch any fish?" Di Shitian tapped the armrest of his chair with his fingertips, making a soft tapping sound. "The Sword God is not truly detached from worldly affairs; he is still troubled by worldly thoughts."

He let out a low laugh, which echoed in the empty cabin, sounding particularly cold.

"Ice Emperor, keep a close watch on them. On the day of the auspicious omen, I will kill them!"
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The large ship sails on the sea, braving the wind and waves.

For several days, Indra did not appear.

The three villains didn't tolerate this pretentious person; they ate and drank as usual, completely at ease.

Privately, Ren Shaoyang complained to Hongxiu and Ding'an: "Do you know who that bastard Xu Fu was most afraid of in his life?"

Hongxiu thought for a moment: "Hmm, Wu Wudi?"

"no!"

Ding'an raised his hand: "Smile three times?"

"Not at all."

"Who is that?" the two asked in unison.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "The First Emperor, Ying Zheng!"

"Huh?" The two exclaimed in unison, then frowned and nodded, saying, "That makes sense!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Xu Fu's pomp, actions, and style are all imitations of the First Emperor. But he has no imperial heart, and his mind is narrow. In the end, he is nothing more than a poor imitation, which only makes him a laughing stock!"

Upon hearing this, Hongxiu and Ding'an burst into laughter, exclaiming that it was spot on!
Time flies like an arrow, and half a month has passed in this way.

On this day, a loud voice suddenly rang out from the bow of the ship!

Then the girl in red took out a suona and puffed out her cheeks to play it. The melody was melodious and sounded like a rope sawing wood or a shovel shoveling an iron pot.

Everyone on the boat covered their ears, feeling that they had never heard such an unpleasant tune in their lives.

Luo Xian frowned deeply as she listened. She knew that with Hongxiu's abilities, as long as she played well, attracting phoenixes and dragons would be a piece of cake. Why did she play such an unpleasant tune?
Just as I was wondering, the mind-piercing demonic voice suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, the surrounding seawater appeared to be boiling, with countless turbid bubbles rising to the surface.

The next moment, more than a dozen strange fish covered in black scales and with bony horns on their heads surfaced. They were covered in black scales and had sharp teeth, and were several meters long, resembling snake monsters.

What amazed her even more was that on the back of each of the strange fish lay a burly man.

Their skin was indigo, and they wore simple leather armor, but at this moment, their faces were all flushed red, their eyes were glazed, and the veins on their foreheads were bulging. They had been knocked unconscious by the terrifying sound waves of the suona, even through the seawater!

Luo Xian's expression was solemn as he slowly said, "They are the Water Tribe." Looking up, he saw a black line gradually growing larger at the horizon where the sea met the sky.

"We've arrived at the island in the middle of the lake!"

Just then, a melody drifted from the depths of the sea, neither quite a flute nor a pipe, its sound both mournful and eerie.

(End of this chapter)