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

Chapter 75 Entering the Valley
The sound of rain was like weeping and lamenting, darkening the night.

The rain brought darkness with it, and the sky grew darker with each passing moment.

Hola-la-la!
The thunder roared like fury, but vanished in a flash.

The light illuminated two lines of text carved on the stone wall: “Entering the valley is like ascending to heaven; those who come, please go this way.”

Meanwhile, on the path leading into the valley, the rain was shrouding everything.

Seven figures were vaguely visible on the rocks, in the trees, and in the middle of the road.

As the lightning flashed again, through the haze, it became clear that all seven people were dressed in Taoist robes, carrying long swords, and wearing straw hats and raincoats.

They were all Taoist priests who had renounced worldly life.

Hua Hua Hua.

The heavy rain pounded on their straw hats, and their raincoats trailed intermittent lines of water.

The next moment, the Taoists' expressions hardened, and they all looked up with fierce expressions.

"Drive~!"

On the muddy and rugged mountain road, a donkey cart slowly came along.

"Stop the car!" Before the shout had even finished, there were more than a dozen "whoosh" sounds.

Various hidden weapons of different lengths and shapes shot towards the donkey cart amidst the wind and rain.

Just then, Ding'an suddenly leaped up like a hawk.

The iron chain swung across the air with a rustling sound, forming a large circle covered in raindrops.

All that could be heard was the continuous clanging sound, and all the hidden weapons were intercepted.

The seven Taoist priests were all astonished when they saw Ding An leap like a bird soaring through the air, as swift as a startled swan.

Some people exclaimed, "What superb kung fu!"

But before the word "husband" could be uttered, Ding An shouted angrily, "The local gangs are so rude!"

The fire then spread, and the silver-white iron chain instantly turned blazing red, before bursting into a raging inferno that lashed out wildly.

Wherever it goes, water and fire clash.

With a hiss, it turned into a plume of steam like a bright moon.

Before anyone could react, they were terrified by this unparalleled sword strike. No one had ever seen a sword light that could strike from three or four zhang away, nor had they ever seen a skill that could unleash such fierce flames!

They immediately let out a series of strange cries, and the seven people jumped away.

With a loud "boom," rocks and trees shattered, flames erupted, and debris flew like arrows, striking the seven people in mid-air, who cried out in pain, their faces bruised and swollen.

"This is a tough one, let's use hidden weapons again!" the leader shouted again.

With a series of whooshing sounds, dozens of hidden weapons flew towards Ding'an.

Just then, a white shadow flashed on the donkey cart.

Then a man in white robes appeared in mid-air, his sleeves billowing, like a crane in the clouds.

He chuckled softly, and his right hand shot out with what seemed like a slow but actually swift motion.

bass!
The azure blade swirled out, slicing through the hidden weapons with two swift strokes, and then with two more whooshing sounds, two more blades shot out.

The Taoist priests had never seen such a mythical weapon before. Instantly, the two men screamed in agony as they were stabbed and fell to the ground.

Ren Shaoyang raised his sword-like eyebrows and pounced on the remaining five people. As his figure flashed, his sword appeared and disappeared like a ghost, and two more people fell to the ground with screams.

The remaining three only saw him move back and forth in a flash, as swift as lightning.

The sword appeared and disappeared intermittently; before anyone could see it clearly, it had already slaughtered all four of his fellow disciples.

His martial arts skills were so high, and his swordsmanship so unpredictable, that it was almost unbelievable.

Seeing the white-robed man standing indifferently before them, the three panicked and their legs went weak. They couldn't help but shout and flee towards the path leading into the valley.

Two of them hadn't run more than a few steps when they felt a chill on their chests. Their bodies suddenly felt as light as feathers as they floated into the air, and then everything went black before their eyes, and they knew nothing more.

The last person was still running desperately when suddenly his vision blurred, the rain stopped, and a white figure sped towards him.

"Rao"

Before the man could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang kicked him to the ground.

With a cry of pain, the Taoist priest fell face-first into the mud, swallowing a bellyful of icy muddy water.

Ren Shaoyang kicked him, flipping him over, then stepped on him, saying in a calm tone, "Why are you blocking our way?"

The Taoist's vision was blurred by the rain, and he could only vaguely make out a pair of terrifying eyes that resembled a candle dragon. He couldn't help but speak in a trembling voice.

"When you arrived in Kunlun territory, you first killed more than ten riders of the Li brothers, and then killed six leaders of 'Mingfeng Village'. Your methods were extremely cruel. My fellow disciples and I are guarding here to prevent you from joining 'Valley of Villains'!"

A glint of light flashed in Ren Shaoyang's eyes as he slowly said, "Do you know what I saw?"

"what?"

"I saw it, the expression of a lie."

The Taoist priest was stunned: "What?!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "Your eyes, the corners of your mouth, and the muscles in your face all reveal that you are lying."

"How...how is this possible?" the Taoist priest suddenly exclaimed. "We, the Seven Swords of Kunlun, have upheld the righteous path for decades, our integrity unwavering. Even the great hero Yan Nantian praised us highly back then. I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang interrupted him: "I understand. You both admire and envy Yan Nantian."

He leaned down to look, a smile on his face.

"So, your purpose in blocking the road is also for the 'Southern Heaven Treasure', right? After all, we were the last people to come into contact with Tie Xinlan."

The Taoist priest was taken aback, then exclaimed, "You, you're talking nonsense!"

Ren Shaoyang didn't look at him at this moment. Instead, his gaze was like a torch as he looked into the distant valley. He said casually, "Whether I'm talking nonsense or not doesn't matter. I don't need your approval. I'm just a little sad."

"Heartbroken?" The Taoist priest asked in confusion, then sneered, "You're stepping on my chest, and you're heartbroken?"

Ren Shaoyang sighed and said, "I inherited the swordsmanship of Zhuo Lingzhao, the 'Sword God' of Kunlun Sect. Now, however, I am about to kill the Kunlun disciples in this martial world."

His gaze lowered, "Do you think I should be sad?"

Who is Zhuo Lingzhao?
Dare to call yourself the Sword God?

Besides Yan Nantian, who in the world dares to call themselves the Sword God!
Even as the head of Kunlun Sect, none of the seniors dared to be so arrogant!

The Taoist was extremely puzzled, but when he heard that the Taoist was going to kill him, he turned pale with fright and hurriedly said, "Great hero, since you have the inheritance of the Kunlun predecessors, you must have a connection with our sect. Why not turn hostility into friendship, release this poor Taoist, and form a good relationship?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "I told you, I saw the expression on your face when you were lying. You're still deceiving me."

The Taoist priest blurted out, "I didn't!"

Before Ren Shaoyang could finish speaking, he tapped his toes, and with a series of cracking sounds, the Taoist's sternum shattered, his internal organs were broken, blood stagnated within, and his eyes turned bloodshot. He died instantly.

"Crippled man, crippled man, over here!"

Hongxiu's voice came from inside the car, and Ren Shaoyang strode over.

Then the little beggar pulled a straw hat that looked like a bird's nest from the carriage and put it on his head without saying a word.

On the other side, Ding'an, also wearing this messy straw hat, was watching Ren Shaoyang laughing heartily.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, ruffled Hongxiu's bun, and then turned to look at the mountain wall.

"Entering the valley is like ascending to heaven; those who come, please go this way."

Ding An leaped onto the roof of the car and exclaimed, "Your handwriting is really quite good!"

Hongxiu nodded, "The person who wrote this is a pure villain." After thinking for a moment, she continued, "A villain who is slightly less villainous than the Blood Blade Ancestor."

"That's nothing." Ren Shaoyang got into the cart, cracked the whip, and drove the donkey cart forward. "I can grind the Blood Blade Ancestor to dust, so these villains are really no match for me."

The little beggar blinked his big eyes and asked nervously, "Crippled man, are you going to use any means necessary against them too?"

“Look at them,” Ren Shaoyang said casually. “I’ll say it again: they will repay us tenfold in kind.”

Hongxiu shook her head: "You know, since you mastered the 'Eye-Brightness Style,' why has your personality become even more cold and ruthless?"

“Yeah, Shao Yang.” Ding An poked his head out from the roof of the car, his messy straw hat on his head, looking adorably silly. “He’s like Cao Shaoqin, arrogant and cold!”

"The three techniques of 'Discarding the Mind, Clearing the Eyes, and Sharpening the Ears' amplify not only one's martial arts skills but also one's personality. Hence, there is Cao Shaoqin's arrogance and the Blood Saber Ancestor's desire to survive."

Ding An asked, "Crippled man, what aspect of your personality has been amplified?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Compassion."

"Poof!"*2
The little beggar and Ding'an burst out laughing.

"Crippled man, I think you're exaggerating your lies!"

Ren Shaoyang said slowly, "There is a kind of compassion called respecting the way of Heaven. I have good intentions in my heart, so I may appear cold-blooded and ruthless."

The creaking of wheels, mingled with the sounds of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, echoed along the path leading into the valley.

The little beggar sighed: "The Vajra's glare is full of compassion. The Bodhisattva's lowered brows are full of ruthlessness. Cripple, you are truly remarkable."

The donkey cart continued on its way, but the mountain road into the valley became even more rugged, so Ding'an and the little beggar got off the cart.

Ren Shaoyang untied the donkey's harness, let Hongxiu sit on it, and rode the donkey backwards, led by Ding'an.

He then swayed his shoulder, lifting the carriage into the air with a "whoosh," and then, with one arm outstretched, deftly lifted the carriage, which was over ten feet long and about eight feet high.

Then Ren Shaoyang grinned and walked slowly with the others.

Amazingly, despite the torrential rain and rugged mountain roads, Ren Shaoyang held up the carriage to cover his upper body, yet there were no footprints under his feet in the mud. If a villager saw this, he would surely exclaim in astonishment and kneel in worship, filled with piety.

After walking for several miles, the view suddenly opened up before them.

In the midst of the heavy rain, a patch of lights suddenly appeared miraculously, its eerie blue color quite unsettling.

Under the lamplight, a stone tablet stands by the roadside, inscribed with the words: "Enter the valley, enter the valley, never to be slaves again."

The road ahead suddenly became smooth, and under the rain and lamplight, it was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting light so clearly that one could see oneself.

The little beggar glanced at the stone tablet and curled his lip: "The person who wrote on the mountain wall was killed by the person who carved this stone tablet."

"Huh?" Ding An was startled. He examined the inscription on the stone tablet closely and asked, "The inscription on the stone tablet is the same as the one on the mountain wall?"

Hongxiu explained, "The person who carved the stone tablet was an apprentice of the person who carved the mountain wall. The structure of the characters is inherited from the same lineage, which shows that he was raised from a young age."

As she spoke, she jumped off the donkey, walked briskly to the stone tablet, and pointed to the last stroke of the character "奴" (nu).

"look here!"

The two people and the donkey were all attracted and brought their heads closer.

“This stroke, with its sharp edge, is unstoppable.” The little beggar swiped his hand across the stroke as if wielding a knife. “Clearly, the sculptor was thinking of the ecstasy after killing someone, and naturally replicated that stroke.”

"Similarly, because the person he killed was his master, this '丿' is even more in line with the essence of his master's calligraphy."

Ding'an has recently become addicted to practicing calligraphy, so he quickly reached out and touched the stone wall, closed his eyes to recall the strokes on the wall, and then opened his eyes to look at Hongxiu, full of amazement.

“Little beggar, you’re really amazing! The touch of this ‘丿’ is indeed different, it’s definitely two points deeper! And the direction of the stroke is exactly the same as the stroke of the character ‘天’ on the mountain wall.”

"It seems this person really is as you said, a treacherous disciple who murdered his master, thinking about the word 'heaven'—wow, he's trying to ascend to heaven in one step!"

Ren Shaoyang held up the carriage and nodded repeatedly: "Little beggar, your deductive reasoning skills are good enough to make you a female detective in the Six Doors."

"A female detective?" Hongxiu frowned. "It doesn't sound like a good word."

The three of them laughed heartily, and even the donkey, whose coat was getting whiter and whiter, opened its mouth wide and brayed loudly.
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P.S.: There will be another chapter later.

(End of this chapter)