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

Chapter 79 Know a woman by smell

Hearing Wan Chunliu's words.

Ren Shaoyang nodded, then walked to the large vat and smiled at Hongxiu, who was soaking in the medicinal soup, saying, "Little beggar, I'm going to start cooking you again!"

After giving him a pitiful look, Hongxiu declared with righteous indignation, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this is the last time!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Yes, this is the last time."

Hongxiu blinked her big eyes: "After this, can we go treasure hunting?"

Ren Shao said, "Of course!" With that, he flicked his sleeve, activated the Great Vajra Divine Power, and the firewood under the large urn immediately ignited.

The woman in white frowned, partly surprised by the young man's martial arts skills, and partly wondering which treasure they were looking for: "Could it be the 'Southern Heaven Treasure'? But that's just a rumor spread by Jiang Qin. Have they been deceived too?"

"Uh~!"

Steam began to rise from the medicinal soup, and the little beggar groaned, his eyes tightly closed, his teeth clenched, and sweat poured out.

"Miss Hongxiu, the medicinal soup is causing excruciating pain, you must endure it!" Wan Chunliu shouted upon seeing this. "Young Master Ren, please use your inner strength to protect Miss Hongxiu's heart meridian."

Ren Shaoyang said in a deep voice, "I understand."

Seeing that the medicinal soup had boiled, Wan Chunliu added safflower and Panax notoginseng. When it boiled again, he added half a jin of rice wine.

Hongxiu had gotten used to the pain, and even though she was pale, she couldn't help but complain when she smelled the aroma of wine.

"Grandpa Wan, are you making braised pig's trotters?"

Wan Chunliu laughed heartily: "Miss Hongxiu, this is called the Three Boilings of Martial Fire. Adding yellow wine is also to force out the medicinal properties and promote blood circulation!"

Hongxiu smiled, but another wave of excruciating pain struck, leaving her too weak to speak.

But the little beggar was still gritting his teeth and enduring it, trying not to make a sound.

It’s time for a cup of tea.

Wan Chunliu shouted, "Young Master, it's time! Switch from Fiery Fire to Gentle Fire!"

Ren Shaoyang rested his right hand on the large urn, with the Great Vajra Divine Power protecting Hongxiu, while his left hand rested on the firewood.

With a whoosh, "Sword Cold" was activated, and the flames instantly subsided.

Wan Chunliu quickly added astragalus and atractylodes macrocephala, and then added a bowl of spring water for each incense stick burned.

This was repeated nine times in total, all in order to cultivate a sustained and powerful energy replenishment.

At this moment, the color of the medicinal soup changed from golden yellow to light gold.

“Young Master, it’s ready.” Wan Chunliu wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Before the fire is extinguished, add borneol and Uncaria rhynchophylla, and let the residual heat help the medicinal properties penetrate into the marrow. Finally, sprinkle some gold leaf on top.”

At this moment, the temperature in the room rose sharply, white mist billowed, and Wan Chunliu's clothes were soaked through.

Ren Shaoyang, standing right by the firewood, had no sweat on his brow, and his white robe remained crisp and clean. He stepped away from the large urn, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "I'm counting on Doctor Wan!"

"Young master, please don't shorten my lifespan." Wan Chunliu waved his hand and said, "Now we are just one step away from success, let's not let all our previous efforts go to waste."

Ren Shaoyang nodded, and then he saw the fire grow weaker and weaker, and the color of the medicinal soup turned reddish-brown.

"Alright, add the medicine." Wan Chunliu said as he added borneol and uncaria. "Young Master Li, gold powder!"

Ding'an quickly sprinkled the gold powder from the bowl into the bowl.

The soup turned from red to gold, and the same excruciating pain struck.

The little beggar's facial muscles twitched, and the Heavenly Wrath True Qi within his body automatically activated. The large urn roared loudly, and the medicinal soup was about to be propelled into the sky.

"Young master, calm down Miss Hongxiu!" Wan Chunliu shouted, startled by the little beggar's outburst.

Ren Shaoyang's expression was solemn. He assumed a horse stance and placed his hands on the large urn.

Strangely enough, the large urn was shaking violently and looked like it was about to break apart, and the medicinal soup was churning and about to surge into waves.

But when Ren Shaoyang placed his hands on the edge of the urn, all the strange phenomena completely stopped.

The large urn did shake a few more times during this period, but in his hands, it was like a dragonfly trying to shake a pillar, and it could no longer cause any waves.

Ding An looked delighted and clapped his hands, laughing loudly, "Crippled man, your Great Vajra Divine Strength is truly remarkable!"

Ren Shaoyang grinned, but before the smile could even spread across his face, he suddenly felt a chill in his palm.

The color of the medicinal soup visibly changed from gold to black.

The large urn also began to grow increasingly cold.

The little beggar's skin was almost transparently white, with a faint bluish tinge underneath, and his eyebrows were like wisps of smoke, clearly beginning to be affected by the cold.

"Young master, the medicinal soup has turned from golden to black. Miss Hongxiu must leave the cauldron immediately, otherwise the cold air will penetrate her marrow and she will be paralyzed for life!"

Amid Wan Chunliu's shouts, Ren Shaoyang managed to lift Hongxiu out of the large urn before anyone else could.

Ding An took a big step, grabbed the little beggar's hand with one hand, and unleashed his fire energy. With a "hiss," white steam rose from the red sleeves' wet clothes, and the little beggar's pale face began to regain its color.

It is said that Ding'an's internal strength was unparalleled, and the fire energy lasted for only a few breaths before the little beggar's clothes became dry.

"Impressive internal strength!"

Wan Chunliu instructed Ding'an to carry Hongxiu to the bed. He then took out several silver needles and pierced three acupoints with swift and accurate movements.

Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration.

After the silver needle entered his body, Wan Chunliu pinched and rotated it. In just a moment, three strands of black blood slowly climbed up the needle tip and spurted out.

It turned out that the silver needle was hollow. Wan Chunliu used his internal force to force the blood to rise.

Seeing the black blood turn red, Wan Chunliu finally smiled broadly and withdrew the needles, saying, "The poison in the blood has been released, and the cold energy has also come out. Just rest for a month to replenish your depleted vital energy."

Ren Shaoyang looked at the sleeping beggar and saw that her originally pale face had returned to normal, and he was overjoyed.

Pulling Ding'an along, he bowed deeply to Wan Chunliu: "Doctor Wan, it was difficult for this little beggar to be cured. Without you, it would have been impossible to succeed. Please accept my bow!"

Ding'an quickly replied, "Please accept Ding'an's bow!"

"Young Master Ren, Young Master Li, you two are too kind!" Wan Chunliu was startled and quickly stepped forward to help the two up. "Treating Miss Hongxiu's illness is what this old man should do. There's no need to thank me."

Ren Shaoyang stood up and laughed, "We've already taken the first step with great success, so now it's time to move on to the second." Ding An asked curiously, "Crippled man, where are you taking the little beggar to learn the 'Acupoint Shifting Technique'?"

Ren Shaoyang brought a rolled-up quilt and covered Hongxiu with it. Before leaving, he tucked the quilt in for her and glanced at Ding'an as he got up.

"Let me think about it, then we'll go treasure hunting."
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By the time the medicinal bath for the little beggar was finished, it was already dark, and the Valley of Villains was quiet.

Apart from the pale moonlight cast by the lonely moon in the sky, everything around was pitch black.

On a small hillside directly east of the valley, there is an octagonal pavilion.

This small pavilion is built on a huge rock, with its corners soaring over the cliff like a swallow spreading its wings.

There is a stone table and stone chairs in the pavilion.

Ren Shaoyang sat down on a stone bench in the pavilion and took out a pot of wine.

Two cups.

He smiled, then held a wine glass in his hand and sipped it alone.

He drank seven or eight glasses of wine in this way.

Ren Shaoyang gazed at the darkness ahead, raising an eyebrow: "Aren't you coming out yet? We've almost finished drinking."

"Oh, you noticed it a long time ago?"

A sweet, charming female voice rang out.

The voice was nimble and lively, as if carrying a kind of innocent childishness.

But hearing such voices suddenly in the darkness was even more startling.

Then a woman suddenly appeared, dressed in white with flowing ribbons, and wearing a wooden mask on her face.

Appearing so suddenly in the darkness, it looked like a ghost rising from the ground.

Ren Shaoyang looked around and raised his glass to her: "Is it just the Second Palace Mistress who came alone?"

The woman said indifferently, "Judging from your words, you seem to recognize me?"

Ren Shaoyang downed his drink in one gulp: "Who in the world doesn't know the Palace Mistress of Yihua Palace, Lianxing Palace?"

"That sounds nice."

A soft laugh was heard, a gentle breeze blew by, and suddenly the figure, who was several feet away, appeared in front of him.

Lianxing sat down gracefully, her demeanor impeccable. Even without seeing her face, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Unexpectedly, the 'butcher' who just appeared in Kunlun has quite a good tongue and knows how to flatter people."

Ren Shaoyang cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "To be honest, I didn't recognize the Second Palace Master by his eyes."

"Oh?" Lianxing, wearing the wooden mask, approached with interest. "If not with your eyes, then what?"

Ren Shaoyang poured himself a glass of wine and slowly drank it all: "You can tell a woman's character by her fragrance."

"Heh~!" Lianxing glanced at him and sneered, "What's so great about a lecher's skills?"

“You’ve misunderstood me.” Ren Shaoyang laughed. “What I meant was that the sandalwood mask on your face has a wonderful fragrance that can be smelled from several feet away.”

Lianxing chuckled and said sweetly, "You want me to take off my mask?"

Ren Shaoyang poured her a glass of wine and offered it to her, saying, "I would like to invite Palace Mistress Lianxing to have a drink."

Lianxing was taken aback, then chuckled and said, "Should I say you're brave, or that you're truly fearless?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Ever since I mastered martial arts and gained a thorough understanding of the world, the word 'fear' seems to have rarely appeared in my mind."

"What a fine Ren Shaoyang!" Lianxing smiled. "I've always been curious about what kind of person that top expert Xiaoyuer encountered was. Seeing him today, he's extremely arrogant. At least his verbal skills are truly top-notch."

Ren Shaoyang rested his chin on one hand, his handsome face slightly closer, his bright eyes staring directly at Lianxing.

"You've been spying on me from the roof all afternoon. Don't you know anything about Ren?"

Lianxing's expression changed drastically: "You already found out? When?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "When you first arrived..."

Lianxing asked, "Now that you've discovered me, why don't you make a move?"

"No need." Ren Shaoyang shook his head. "I see that the Second Palace Master has no intention of killing, so I will ignore it."

"What arrogance!" Lianxing said sarcastically. "Ren Shaoyang, are you feeling smug? Your attitude of thinking no one in the world cares about you is no less than my sister's."

"Inviting the Moon?" Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow. "I've heard of it for a long time."

"Shut up!" Lianxing suddenly straightened up, her smile vanished, and she said coldly, "How dare you call my sister by her name?"

"Isn't a name just something to be called?" Ren Shaoyang said with a sneer. "Should we call her something like 'cat' or 'dog' instead of 'Inviting the Moon'?"

Upon hearing Ren Shaoyang's shocking words, Lianxing fell silent.

After a while, applause rang out.

"What audacity! How arrogant!" Lianxing clapped her hands and smiled, her voice becoming even softer. "Ren Shaoyang, didn't you want to buy me a drink?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, resting his chin on his hand. "I'm treating you to drinks to give you face. I also hope you'll give me face in return."

"Hahahaha!"

Lianxing suddenly burst into laughter, then her smile vanished abruptly, and she said coldly, "If you escape with your life from my hands, I'll take off my mask and have a drink with you!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "You've got it backwards."

"What?" Lianxing frowned, puzzled.

Ren Shaoyang brought his handsome face closer and said in a low voice, "Only you who escaped with your life from my hands deserve to drink this cup of wine."

Lianxing was furious and suddenly struck out with her palm!

"Insanity!"
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P.S.: Goodnight, muah!
(End of this chapter)