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

Chapter 486 This is aimed at me (Seeking monthly votes!)
Youthful days fly by, and time flies like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, twelve years have passed.

The long period of rain has finally come to an end.

The water is warm and the flowers are fragrant; early spring is almost over.

Outside Fengxi Village, Hongxiu rode a chubby panda, leisurely hanging buns with a fishing rod, looking very content.

The panda stared at the steamed bun in front of it, its mouth watering, its short, stubby limbs twitching incessantly.

A group of snotty-nosed toddlers followed behind a man and a bear, chattering, clapping, and laughing.

Hongxiu smiled and scattered some candy. The children bent down like chicks pecking at rice, sticking their bottoms out to pick up the candy.

"Ha, you guys eat, I'm going home now!" Hongxiu waved her hand.

"Goodbye, Boss Hongxiu!"

The snotty-nosed kids all clasped their hands in greeting, like little adults.

Hongxiu laughed heartily and rode her scooter home. Along the way, crowds of people greeted her with shouts of "Sister Hongxiu" and bowed respectfully.

The little beggar was used to it, nodding to those on either side with an air of composure.

Fengxi Village was originally just a poor and remote village. As the three villains settled here, it gradually became known to the world. As a result, merchants were willing to stockpile goods here, and the government stationed troops nearby. This place was thus conventionally regarded as a "Shangri-La".

After twelve years of development, merchants, common people, craftsmen, and martial artists came and went in turn, and Fengxi Village gradually became a very prosperous hub.

Yes, just like the Dripping Cliff back then.

At the west end of the village is the mansion of the three villains. After years of expansion, it has become spacious and magnificent, and has already acquired the air of a wealthy landlord.

Adjacent to it are Qin Shuang's mansion, the home of the Pig King and his grandson, Nie Feng and Di Er Meng's small house, and the nameless thatched cottage.

The small village of Fengxi is home to the strongest martial arts masters in the entire land. No wonder there is a poem in the martial arts world that says: "Fengxi is a land of outstanding people, and the number one peak in the martial arts world. Dragons and tigers gather here, who in the world dares to compete with it?"

These four simple lines perfectly capture the essence of Fengxi's martial prowess.

Hongxiu walked to the western end of the village and looked back. The long street stretched out, but no one was around. In the distance, the river was deep and still, shimmering with faint light.

Pushing open the gate, you'll see a garden.

The area is lush with flowers and trees, teeming with bees and butterflies, with babbling brooks and dewy lotus leaves.

A burly man dressed in black, his chest bare, was weeding in the garden, holding a pickaxe in his right hand.

Hongxiu casually tossed the steamed bun to Gungun and asked nonchalantly, "Where did the cripple go, Broken Hand?"

Ding An turned around, his long hair cascading down his shoulders, faintly shimmering with a red light. He chuckled and said, "Going fishing by the river, huh?"

Hongxiu sighed: "That cripple is so stubborn. Does he think he can get the goods shipped just because he has the 'Harmonious Law'?"

Ding An grunted and stood up, saying, "Whether he'll actually ship the goods or not, I don't know. But over the years, he's certainly given the nameless senior a lot of trouble!"

Red sleeves squeak and laugh.

Although twelve years have passed, her skin is still fair and smooth, her eyebrows and eyes are delicate, her small mouth is as pretty as a red water chestnut, and when she laughs heartily, she reveals her pearly teeth and still looks like a young girl.

"I know, I know! Even the Pig King can't stand his bad luck, so now he only fishes with Rolling Roll!"

As she spoke, she looked out the door and saw a fat, chubby boy carrying a fishing rod, stealthily standing up and walking towards the river.

Hongxiu shook her head, walked to the pavilion, leaned against the vermilion railing, and threw food into the pond. Fish swam back and forth in the water, vying for the food, causing the green lotus leaves to ripple.

"Oh dear, I just finished feeding him!" Ding'an kept nagging from the side.

"What's wrong with feeding it a little more?" Hongxiu glanced at him sideways. "The fish won't die from overeating anyway."

"They won't die from overeating, but these koi can't even swim anymore!"

Ding'an said indignantly, "Fat Tiger and Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolled Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolls ...

Seeing him shaking his head vigorously, Hongxiu lazily waved her hand and said, "I don't care anymore, I'm going to sleep!" With that, she stretched out a big yawn.

Ding An said, "Why have you become increasingly lazy lately?"

"who knows?"

With her hands on her hips, Hongxiu strode into the room and disappeared.

Ding An scratched his head and let out a long sigh. He had told Shao Yang about Hong Xiu's changes, but Shao Yang meant that the little beggar was fine.

The body is undergoing a transformation—it's because I drank too much dragon blood.

Ding'an didn't want to think about it, so he relaxed and continued weeding as if nothing had happened.

The courtyard was deserted, with only the sound of birds chirping.

After finishing weeding, Ding'an plopped down under a tree to rest.

The peach blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom, clusters of flowers, like pink clouds, while wildflowers are also blooming in the grass around us.

He recognized the yellow cephalotaxus, the purple safflower, and the lily of the valley that looked like copper bells, but there were many more that he couldn't even name.

Clumps and clusters of grass are scattered among the grass, displaying a variety of colors.

Butterflies and wild bees would occasionally be drawn by the fragrance and flutter among the flowers, creating a lively scene.

The spring breeze swept through the forest, bringing a shower of petals that drifted across the sky.

For Ding'an, these twelve years were almost a standstill.

He spent most of his time tidying up the yard and repairing the roof tiles. It can be said that this mansion was the culmination of his entire life's work.

In recent years, Ding'an has neither gone out to fight in the martial arts world nor searched for treasure. He has just stayed at home like a wealthy landlord.

He and Shaoyang and Hongxiu often caused a ruckus, visited each other's homes with a group of top-notch neighbors, teased the children, and joked with young women and wives. He enjoyed life in this way, and his whole being became more and more serene.

"If only things could stay like this forever."

Ding An closed his eyes and lay down, feeling indescribably comfortable. Gradually, his eyelids drooped, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Hurrah!
A crimson cloud blanketed the eastern sky, as red as blood, followed by a thunderous roar that swept across the land, shaking the entire nation.

"Holy crap!" Ding An was startled awake and peered out.

"What happened again?"
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At the small river outside Fengxi Village.

A small boat rests quietly on the blue water.

Ren Shaoyang, dressed in a white robe, held a fishing rod and waited quietly for the silly fish to take the bait.

In a small pavilion by the river, an unnamed man with graying hair is drinking tea alone.

The scene was peaceful until a sudden clap of thunder startled the two men, who looked up toward the east.

"What a rebellious and arrogant evil aura!" Wuming frowned. "What is that?"

"If my prediction is correct," Ren Shaoyang's voice drifted over, "it should be 'The Great Evil King'."

"The Great Evil King?!"

Wuming's expression suddenly changed. "Wasn't this peerless evil weapon always suppressed in the Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Back then, even the emperor could be captured by Juexin in the palace. How could a bunch of bald monks possibly keep an eye on the 'Great Evil King'?"

"Shaoyang means someone stole this evil blade?"

“That’s right.” Ren Shaoyang regretfully put away his fishing rod, shrugged, and spread his hands. “My peaceful life is about to be disrupted.”

Wuming smiled slightly and said calmly, "Shaoyang's martial arts are the best in the world, I admire him very much. But I can't imagine who would dare to cause you trouble."

"Here it is!" Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "I'm coming."

Ok?
Wuming frowned and turned to look.

Suddenly, a whistle rang out.

"drive!"

"drive!"

A swarm of men rushed out of the woods like a whirlwind, their cheers and the neighing of horses creating a formidable spectacle.

This group of about thirty people appeared with great imposing presence, exuding a fierce and menacing aura.

Wuming was secretly amazed, but he didn't know their origins.

"Yu Yu Yu~!"

The group reined in their horses and stopped on the shore.

A man sat on the first horse, imposing and majestic, with a glint of lightning flashing in his eyes as he looked around.

Wuming's heart skipped a beat: "What fierce sword energy!"

Upon seeing Wuming in the pavilion, the man raised an eyebrow, cupped his hands, and said, "Ao Jue of Baijian Manor greets Senior Wuming!"

"Ao Jue?" Wuming stood up, clasped his hands in return, and said with some emotion, "I never expected that more than ten years later, the Sword Worship Manor would produce such a master as you."

Ao Jue smiled faintly: "Senior flatters me. In the path of swordsmanship, I am but a speck of dust, while you two are like two vast skies."

Wuming frowned and shook his head, saying, "The path has no high or low, only perseverance. If you see a mountain and pay homage to it, does that mean you shouldn't climb it?"

Ao Jue raised an eyebrow, looked at the small boat in the middle of the river, and said softly, "I have been longing to visit this mountain day and night." With that, he jumped off his horse, strode towards the shore.

The people from Aojian Manor who had come with him secretly worried for him as he walked toward the shore.

Ao Jue walked steadily forward, his steps extremely heavy. With each step, the land and river trembled slightly, yet his feet remained silent.

Seeing his imposing aura, and how a fierce sword aura filled the heavens and earth with just a few steps, Wuming was even more astonished, thinking to himself, "This person is only twenty years old, yet his swordsmanship is almost on par with mine. This talent is truly terrifying!"

Ao Jue slowed his pace, stood proudly on the shore, his gaze like two beams of cold lightning, shooting towards the small boat.

a long time.

Ao Jue suddenly clasped his hands in greeting and said loudly, "Ao Jue greets Sword God Ren!"

"Hmm, long time no see." Ren Shaoyang sat on the boat and chuckled. "The boy from Baijian Manor back then has grown into a fine young man."

Ao Jue laughed and said, "I am very happy that the Sword God is still as dashing as ever!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "It's only been fourteen years. I'm not old yet."

Upon hearing this, Wuming touched his graying temples, shook his head, and sighed.

You don't age, but I age so quickly.

Does being carefree really slow down aging?
Ao Jue laughed and said, "Sword God Ren, I have come here to invite you to come out of seclusion."

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him: "Because of the 'Great Evil King'?"

"Ren Jianshen is wise and discerning!"

Ao Jue's eyes widened in shock as he sighed, "As expected, nothing can be hidden from you!"

He continued, "The person who stole the 'Great Evil King' sent a message throughout the martial world: 'To obtain the Great Evil King, one must invite the Sword God. One month from now, at Leifeng Pagoda in West Lake, the victor lives, the loser dies!'"

Ren Shaoyang said indifferently, "They're here for me?"

Ao Jue smiled bitterly, "That thief's martial arts are extremely high. Without even using the Great Evil King technique, he is already invincible with just his fists, palms, legs, fingers, swords, spears, and halberds. Our fellow martial artists have suffered heavy casualties, and everyone is in danger. We had no other choice but to entrust me as their representative to come here and ask the Sword God to come out of the mountains and uphold justice!"

Ren Shaoyang's previously relaxed gaze sharpened slightly: "You said that person is 'proficient in all forms of martial arts, from fists and palms to kicks and fingers, and skilled in all forms of weapons'?"

Ao Jue was taken aback, then nodded and said, "That's right! Unfathomable, truly awe-inspiring." He asked, "Sword God Ren, do you know this person's identity?"

Ren Shaoyang's brows relaxed, and his tone returned to its usual calm: "I know."

Ao Jue quickly pressed, "Who is he?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and said casually, "Kid, this person is not someone you can touch right now. It's better if you don't know."

(End of this chapter)