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

Chapter 483 Alchemy (Seeking monthly votes!)
At this moment, Indra was no longer as composed as before.

All the arrogance and haughtiness of the past vanished.

The bright moon hangs alone, and the stars are silent.

A gentle breeze ripples across the water, and the fragrant grasses along the lakeside release a sweet aroma.

The water in the lake continued to flow, but Indra's heart grew heavier and heavier.

A gust of wind swept up, stirring up dust and making the figures of the three people opposite become even clearer.

Ding An, shirtless and bald, had a scar on his back that had solidified into a menacing dragon. He seemed to be itching so badly that he would scratch it with his backhand.

A white-robed figure carrying a sword, with flowing red hair that made his face appear as white as snow, even translucent, quietly gazed at himself amidst the clamor of the world.

The girl in red, whom he resented the most, sat barefoot on the dragon's head, holding the dragon horns in her hands, baring her teeth and laughing loudly.

"Damn it!" Di Shitian cursed inwardly, his heart filled with resentment. "I was tricked by these three bumpkins!"

Since obtaining the phoenix blood, Xu Fu has been a powerful and influential figure, looking down upon the world!
Apart from his defeat at the hands of Wu Wudi, no other masters in the world were of any interest to him.

Power, wealth, beautiful women, martial arts!
What countless people dream of, he discards like worn-out shoes.

Having cultivated the "Sacred Heart Technique" for a long time, he had long since lost the ties of mortal life. Only when he manipulated the common people and coldly observed their joys, sorrows, life, and death did he feel truly alive.

And now, looking at the "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier" before him.

Pooh!
What a load of rubbish, third-rate bandit's nickname!

Aside from a disdainful smile, Indra was actually filled with great fear.

Fear is a strange emotion, like a king in new clothes. It's always there, and if you ignore it, your mind remains calm. But what if you suddenly discover that the king is naked?

Then, the fear in your heart will grow wildly.

It engulfs the entire body and mind, turning them into an empty shell.

Now, long-lost pain ravaged Di Shitian's body, and immense fear devoured his heart. He staggered and hissed, "You want to turn me into a human pill?"

Red Sleeves floated down, exclaiming in surprise, "How could we be so evil?"

Ren Shaoyang was also surprised: "Your heart makes everything look dirty."

Ding'an stroked his bald head: "No, isn't that right?"

"of course not!"

Hongxiu glared at him angrily: "Old Popsicle means we're going to eat him!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head vigorously: "Cannibalism has crossed the line; we absolutely cannot do it."

"Then how should we deal with him?" Ding'an asked.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly and flicked his sleeve: "Use Qi and blood as a furnace to refine the elixir!"

Ding An was speechless for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that still a human elixir?"

"When the four elements unite, chaos will give way to order, and we will return to the right path. What we need is the original essence of the four elements in the world. As for that old codger Indra, let him return to his original form and live and die on his own."

Shao Yang finished speaking in one breath, but seeing that Ding An was still confused, he said, "In short, just treat him as a vessel for alchemy."

This sentence is as sharp as lightning, piercing through stubborn ignorance.

Ding An suddenly realized: "Oh! It's a pill furnace!" He chuckled and said, "That's right, we can't eat the pill furnace."

Ren Shaoyang nodded, turned around, and quietly looked at Di Shitian: "This is your destiny."

Indra slowly raised his head, his expression ferocious: "I don't believe in fate!" As he spoke, he sneered, "At worst, I'll self-destruct, and you'll get nothing!"

"You wouldn't dare." A hint of mockery appeared on Ren Shaoyang's face.

Indra hesitated for a moment, but quickly his gaze hardened and became resolute: "Try it!"

"Good~"

Ren Shaoyang responded softly, his wrist twitching, and the dragon-capturing beast suddenly jolted.

In an instant, the sword blade lying in front of him shone brightly inch by inch, illuminating his eyebrows and eyes. His whole body seemed to transform into the wind and the moon, disappearing from the spot.

All that remained was that sword-shaped light and its unparalleled elegance.

Indra was startled, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

puff!
The longsword, already stained with a spray of blood, was pulled from his chest!

Di Shitian's body went limp and he collapsed to his knees, crying out in despair, "Wind and Moon Sword Qi! It's Wind and Moon Sword Qi! You...you've already used it twice! Why can you still use it!"

Ren Shaoyang stood tall under the moon, a gentle breeze blowing, causing his moon-white robes to flutter and rustle.

"Oh, I can actually use it three times a day."

"Three times?" Indra stared at his opponent, utterly bewildered. "What do you mean by this?" Suddenly, his eyes widened. "You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually lied to me?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I've never lied to you; you've just never asked me."

Indra was struck dumb, speechless for a long while before slowly standing up, staring at him as if he wanted to remember him even in his next life.

"Fine! I'll see how you refine me!"

Emperor Shitian danced wildly, taking advantage of the wind and snow to unleash the "Evil Blood Calamity" from the Four Sacred Heart Techniques.

The palm strikes and leg kicks, like ropes and threads, pulled at Ren Shaoyang's internal energy and blood, attempting to make it flow backward and boil, thus controlling his body.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and sighed at this "disharmonious rhythm," saying, "Rotten wood cannot be carved." He then made a sword-finger gesture and gently pointed it at him.

"Luxu."

With a sudden hum, Indra felt as if he had been dragged into a bottomless torrent, suddenly encountering bitter cold, the water freezing and ice congealing, and a vast expanse of desolation where nothing could grow. In Ren Shaoyang's mind, the changes in Indra's qi and blood were crystal clear, where it sank, where it floated, where it stagnated, and where it was obstructed, without any concealment whatsoever.

He was thus laid bare for his inspection.

"Hmm, the chest area is like a deep, still river, flowing endlessly; this is the essence of the dragon turtle. Beneath the stillness of the lower dantian lies boundless vitality, which should be the phoenix blood. The middle dantian shines like the sun, bursting forth with intense heat; this is the dragon essence."

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang's lips curled into a smile, "I never expected that the fact that the Qilin Bloodline only loves the palace would make you, old man, lose your mind."

If we're talking about the ability to 'investigate,' then looking across the world, no one can rival Ren Shaoyang.

In the blink of an eye, he twisted his body and waved his hand, the sword light flashing and disappearing in a flash.

It is indeed the "Flowing Wine Sword"!
Indra moved slightly, his eyes widened, and he stood in a starfish shape, frozen in mid-air by an invisible force.

Without further hesitation, Ren Shaoyang struck the middle dantian with his sword once more. The sword energy pierced through the body, vibrating the meridians, drawing in qi and blood, nourishing both the exterior and interior, and benefiting the internal organs.

At this moment, he regarded Indra as an ancient zither, with his vital energy as the strings and his five internal organs as the soundboard, plucking and guiding it. At first, his qi and blood were chaotic and unruly, but gradually they broke free from their constraints and entered into a rhythm, being organized into a new cadence.

As the saying goes, "From chaos to order, from weakness to strength, the rhythm is exquisite, just as if in perfect harmony!"
But then they saw that Indra was trembling like a leaf, his blood and qi gushing out from his limbs to his middle dantian.

"Roar!" Di Shitian suddenly opened his mouth wide and spat out a golden pill full of color.

In an instant, the darkness seemed to transform into neon lights and colorful clouds. Fish, shrimp, and crabs leaped and frolicked in the lake, while tigers roared and wolves howled in the mountains and forests, and whales and sea monsters frolicked in the ocean.

Even the winds and clouds in the sky were stirred up by this golden elixir, intertwining and spinning rapidly in the air.

A thoughtful look appeared in Ren Shaoyang's eyes. Although he had long expected this thing to be extraordinary, he hadn't expected it to be so extraordinary as to be able to gather the wind and clouds.

Everything in the world seemed to be affected, assimilated into a part of the Golden Core.
Just then, a thought suddenly came to Ren Shaoyang's mind.

"If he consumes the Golden Elixir, could Sword God Ren defeat the 'Chief'?"

The thought came to him suddenly, and he couldn't help but smile.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to know the answer.

Wow! We're rich!

Hongxiu cheered, swiftly grabbed the golden pill, and put it into a porcelain bottle.

thump!
Indra crashed to the ground. His hair and beard were all white, his face was wrinkled like chicken skin, and his body was covered with only a layer of skin covering his bones. With the crash, there were several "crack" sounds, and his bones were completely shattered.

In the blink of an eye, Indra transformed from a robust middle-aged man into a skeleton in a tomb.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him indifferently and then paid no more attention to him.

The Harmonious Laws of Heaven were created by listening to the sounds of nature, following the natural order and responding to the needs of all things.

When Emperor Shitian absorbed the blood of the phoenix, his vital energy and spirit defied the laws of nature.

He merely restored the disordered energy and blood in the man's body to its natural state.

The death of Indra was inevitable.

His death was the final judgment of Heaven on those who defied its laws.

It's a pity that Xu Fu's accumulated resources of two thousand years became fuel for alchemy. Truly, "Year after year, he pressed gold thread, only to have it all used to make wedding gowns for others!"
"Crippled man, broken hand!" Hongxiu laughed and pounced on him.

Ren Shaoyang and Ding An each caught her with one hand.

"You're laughing so hard you can see your back teeth," Ren Shaoyang said with a laugh.

"I'm so happy!" Hongxiu laughed heartily, but as she laughed, her nose suddenly stung with tears, and she choked up, saying, "We...we want to live forever!"

“Yes,” Ding’an sighed. “I never thought that three bumpkins from the north would end up like this.”

"So what?" Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly. "As the saying goes, even a pawn can become a chariot after crossing the river. When our time comes, heaven and earth will lend a hand. Even three pigs should be able to fly!"

"That's right!" the little beggar shouted, raising his arms. "We're the strongest pigs at stealing cabbages!"

"Then imitate a pig's squeal?" Ding An suddenly retorted.

"Get out of here, you bald-headed monk!" Hongxiu angrily lashed out with her elbow.

"Ouch~!"

Ding'an was elbowed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Oh my, little beggar, your strength is frightening!" Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow.

Hongxiu shook her head and said, "Hehe, after absorbing the dragon's blood, the 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi' seems to have mutated as well, so it's naturally even more powerful!"

"Really?" Ren Shaoyang said with a smile.

“Of course!” Hongxiu thought for a moment and said, “Since it’s different from before, I think we can’t call it ‘Heavenly Wrath Heart Method’ anymore!”

"What's it called?"

"Dragon God Technique!" Hongxiu blinked her big eyes. "What do you think?"

Ren Shaoyang was stunned. He stared at her for a while before slowly saying, "Well, let's talk about that when you can transform into a dragon."

"Ah, how can a person turn into a dragon?"

"Then let's change the name!"

The two talked to each other as they walked further and further apart.

Ding An rubbed his bald head, looked down and saw the unconscious Luo Xian, muttering, "Oh, how could I forget about Miss Luo Xian?" As he spoke, he reached out and picked her up, running and calling out, "You two wait for me!"

What he didn't see was...

A translucent red mole faintly appeared on Luo Xian's forehead.

Exactly the same as Indra.
(End of this chapter)