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

Chapter 118 Crimson and Moon White
Yihua Palace.

A famous forbidden area in the world.

He is famous for "Mingyu Divine Skill" and "Transplanting Flowers and Jade".

In the hands of the Palace Master of Yihua Palace, these two divine skills were no longer martial arts, but incredible and incomprehensible sorcery!

The power of "Mingyu Divine Skill" is boundless, shining as brightly as the sun and moon alongside "Wedding Dress Divine Skill".

"Transferring flowers and jade" is actually just a clever technique of using someone else's strength against them.

In the hands of the Palace Master of Yihua Palace, this is an invincible divine skill. Mediocre people are so ignorant that they regard it as something of the gods and demons.

As for the Embroidered Jade Valley and the Flower Palace, it is regarded by people in the martial arts world as a heavenly palace or immortal abode.

The little beggar rode on a big cat, looking around curiously.

At this moment, the sky was bright, and the vast blue sky was like a curtain with a red sun painted on it. The mountains were green, and the deep valleys were surrounded by clouds and mist.

In the distance, one can see the palace with its carved railings and jade steps hidden in the thick fog, with only the eaves partially exposed.

Like a beautiful woman half-concealed, her beauty is breathtaking.

The little beggar wasn't interested in this earthly paradise; instead, he was drooling over the wild fruits by the roadside and the peaches on the trees.

Suddenly, it stretched out its head, its body elongating like a boneless python, opened its mouth and let out a "whoosh," snatching a green fruit into its mouth.

"Crunch" he took a bite.

Little beggar: (_..)
His face turned green with embarrassment, and he quickly stuffed the remaining fruit into the big cat's mouth.

Big Meow shook her head, feeling sour, but dared not spit it out because of the terrifying little figure behind her. She could only swallow it down with a sullen face.

There is a long, winding corridor inside the valley.

The young beggar rode a tiger, moving unhurriedly towards the interior, completely disregarding this forbidden area that everyone in the martial arts world feared.

Just then, two girls dressed in moon-white robes appeared in the garden.

Suddenly hearing snoring was quite eerie, and when I looked up, I was so frightened that I couldn't speak.

A large tiger slowly walked towards them from the opposite corridor, with a blood-stained girl sitting on its back.

The girl had her hair in a bun with an old copper hairpin in it. She had a round face and round eyes. Her face was originally very cute, but her lifeless eyes made her look strange.

She looks like a porcelain doll, or perhaps a deity who has stepped out of a painting.

But it doesn't feel like a person.

This place is sparsely populated and rarely inhabited, let alone a pair of tigers and a young girl.

It's so weird.

Upon closer inspection of the blood-stained girl, both girls in white couldn't help but think of the Grand Palace Master.

One in blood-stained clothes, the other in white; one adorable, the other stunningly beautiful; one oblivious to others, the other indifferent to worldly affairs.

They are clearly going in opposite directions, yet they are inexplicably similar.

At this moment, a young girl finally came to her senses and asked, "Who are you? Why have you trespassed into the Flower Palace?"

Hongxiu looked up at her and said, "I'm looking for Yaoyue." Her voice was deep, like thunder rumbling in the dark clouds.

The big cat, sitting down, felt an itch in its bones and couldn't help but growl softly in response.

The two girls felt inexplicably tense, as if the low air pressure on their chests made it difficult to breathe.

Another girl asked, "What do you want with the Palace Master?"

Hongxiu looked into the distance and softly uttered two words: "Kill her."

"Be bold!"

The two girls in white were furious. They swayed slightly and each struck out with a palm. Their movements were graceful and their speed was quite remarkable.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Hongxiu rode her tiger between the two of them, casually grabbing and tossing them. Their bodies trembled slightly, and with a thud, they collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep, infant-like sleep.

This seemingly simple grab and throw actually employs two signature moves: the "Playing the Qin" style of the Shaolin "Dragon Claw Hand" and the "Flower Arranging and Jade Playing" style of the Xuanmen "Little Heavenly Star Capturing Hand".

The technique simplifies complexity and is clean and efficient. Any master from either of these schools would be amazed and have their worldview turned upside down upon seeing it.

Since the beginning of the two worlds, the little beggar has witnessed many divine skills that drive people crazy, such as the "Blood Blade Scripture", the "Divine Illumination Scripture" and even the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill".

But she didn't practice cultivation because she knew her body couldn't handle it.

It wasn't until the underground palace of Emei that I encountered the "Five Ultimate Divine Skills".

While this divine skill is not as good as the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" in terms of internal cultivation, its techniques have reached the pinnacle.

Thus, the unparalleled beggar encountered the pinnacle of skill, the "Five Ultimate Divine Skills".

His mere trial of the sword sent shivers down the spines of the entire martial arts world.

Hongxiu continued forward, winding her way through countless twists and turns, until she finally attracted the attention of a large group of Yihua Palace disciples, who all rushed forward.

Hongxiu didn't answer. With a sway, she suddenly transformed into a swirling breeze. Where the blood streaked across, it was as if a gentle breeze was caressing her face.

With a few crisp "bang bang bang" sounds, the little beggar pounded his head with his fist.

The disciples of Yihua Palace suddenly felt a sharp pain in their foreheads, and their vision went black. They all collapsed and lost consciousness.

When they arrived at the central palace, Hongxiu jumped off the tiger's back, patted Da Miao's ear, and said, "Run."

Almost at the same time, a cold snort exploded like thunder.

"court death!"

The curtains of the main hall were torn open, and a white figure suddenly appeared.

A slender hand then gripped the little beggar's right shoulder.

"Huh?" The newcomer paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "You are, Hongxiu?"

The newcomer was an extremely beautiful woman. She was just as aloof and beautiful as the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue, except that her bright, clear eyes held a touch of gentleness.

Hongxiu turned her head and looked at the woman indifferently, saying, "The eldest sister of the Valley of Villains?"

The newcomer was none other than Lianxing, who chuckled and said, "Little sister, do you remember me?"

Hongxiu nodded and said, "Shaoyang thinks you are very good."

Lianxing asked with a strange expression, "And then?"

"I won't hurt you."

Lianxing glanced at her clenched shoulders, pursed her lips, and asked, "Little girl, why did you come alone?"

Before Hongxiu could answer, a voice as cold as ice pierced the night sky rang out. "She's no little girl!"

Yaoyue had appeared before the two of them like a ghost at some point, coldly staring at Hongxiu.

Her snow-white clothes fluttered in the wind, but her body remained motionless like a wooden doll.

Yaoyue sneered: "Lianxing, this little girl is none other than the 'Kunlun Blood-Clad Man' who has recently become famous throughout the world!"

Lianxing was taken aback and asked, "The blood-clad man from Kunlun?"

She has been in seclusion cultivating these past few days and has only just emerged from seclusion. How could she possibly know how powerful this little girl is?

Yaoyue said, "She came down from Kunlun Mountain, and her decisive and ruthless actions silenced the martial arts world. No one could stop her or control her, all for one thing."

Lianxing asked, "What is it?"

Yaoyue sneered: "Kill me!"

Lianxing looked at the little beggar with a surprised expression: "Miss Hongxiu, are you really here to kill my sister?"

Hongxiu nodded obediently: "Yes!"

"why?"

Hongxiu said matter-of-factly, "Because Shaoyang doesn't like her."

Lianxing's beautiful eyes widened: "What kind of reason is this?"

Hongxiu, her eyes lifeless, tilted her head to look at her: "That's enough."

"you!"

Lianxing was furious. She circulated her "Mingyu Divine Skill" and saw the little beggar's shoulder shrink. In an instant, his right arm deflated like a punctured balloon.

Logically speaking, the pain of having one's power absorbed like this should be unbearable for anyone, and one would have already been screaming in agony.

But the little beggar still looked at her expressionlessly.

Lianxing was taken aback when she met her lifeless eyes. At the same time, she suddenly felt a surge of strange power, like a raging torrent, bursting out from her withered arm.

Lianxing was suddenly attacked and hurriedly floated away several feet, staring at the little beggar with a surprised expression.

But then she saw the red-sleeved arm slowly fill out, and in an instant it returned to its original state.

Lianxing looked at her palms, which appeared to be blackish-gray as if they had been burned by lightning and fire, and couldn't help but remind her, "Sister, this girl's internal energy is extremely strange!"

Yaoyue didn't even look at her, but stared coldly at Hongxiu: "I remember you only know how to throw knives, and you don't have such strong internal strength."

Hongxiu stepped forward and looked at her seriously: "I just woke up and I'm not very good at speaking."

Yaoyue frowned: "What does this have to do with me?"

"Yes." Hongxiu shook her head, blinking her big eyes. "So don't ask me."

Yaoyue snorted coldly: "Hmph, so he's just a fool!"

“I am not Ding’an.” Hongxiu shook her head again. “I will beat you to death.”

Yaoyue raised an eyebrow: "What did you say?"

But then Hongxiu swayed and slapped out two palms, aiming straight for his face.

When Yaoyue suddenly saw the palm coming, she was startled.

This little girl's palm strike is incredibly vicious. Even if someone is only a foot away, the palm wind can penetrate their skull and enter their brain. Even if it doesn't kill them, they will definitely be seriously injured.

But Yueyue was one of the strongest people in the world. She snorted coldly, took a deep breath, and exhaled a cloud of icy mist.

This icy mist was the pure internal energy of the "Mingyu Divine Skill," containing true essence. It enveloped the palm wind with a "whoosh," and a "hissing" sound was heard from nowhere, instantly dissolving the two forces.

Lianxing gave a sharp rebuke and was about to step forward.

"Stop right there! Do we really need to join forces to deal with a little girl?"

Yaoyue raised her hands, and two long, flowing sleeves, like flowing water and clouds, flew out into the air, twisting and turning like dragons and flying like shuttles, shooting towards the little beggar.

Hongxiu looked blankly at the water sleeves coming at her, and with a quick twist and a hook, she dodged them in the blink of an eye.

With another sway, he suddenly appeared beside the invitation, raised his palms, and with a "whoosh" sound, two bolts of lightning and fire shot out!

"Sister, be careful!" Lianxing cried out, "Her internal energy is very strange!"

"Noisy!"

Inviting the Moon shouted loudly, raising both palms and unleashing an extremely cold palm wind that met the Little Beggar's palms.

A sharp whistling sound was heard, followed by a loud bang.

The two forces collided, and the two women were sent flying backwards. Suddenly, it seemed as if hundreds of white butterflies were fluttering up and down.

Lianxing looked closely and saw that it was actually the water sleeves of the Palace Mistress Yaoyue transformed into. Looking closer, she saw that she had revealed a pair of arms as white as fresh snow, which shone like fine porcelain under the sunlight.

Yaoyue's face turned ashen. She hadn't taken Lianxing's warning to heart, but today she had lost too much face. In a fit of rage, she shouted, "You're courting death!"

His body moved like a white shadow, light as morning mist, faint as evening smoke, and suddenly his palms struck out.

The little beggar flicked his sleeves and unleashed several more slaps.

Immediately, a continuous rumbling thunder could be heard.

The two exchanged blows, exchanging more than ten strikes in a short time.

Hongxiu's eyes trembled rapidly, and her ears twitched incessantly. She suddenly noticed that Yaoyue's return to breathing revealed a slight opening, and immediately slipped her hand through the gap, reaching for Yaoyue's throat.

Yaoyue hurriedly retreated, but was still struck on the shoulder by a palm strike.

With a sharp "hiss," Bai Jie's shoulder instantly turned black and numb, the pain excruciating, and half of her body was almost unresponsive.

She endured the excruciating pain and shouted, "Die!" With a backhand flick, she struck the little beggar squarely on the chin.

The little beggar was propelled into the air by the force, and with a "plop," his head slammed into the ground like a javelin.

"Sister, are you alright!" Lianxing exclaimed and rushed over.

Sweat beaded on Yaoyue's forehead, but she still sneered, "I'm fine, but this little girl is probably..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was another "poof" sound.

The little beggar braced himself with both hands on the ground and pulled his head out like pulling up a radish.

She seemed a little dazed, sat there for a while, then tilted her head to look at Yaoyue:
(O _ O)

"If you use just a little more force, you'll hurt me."

(End of this chapter)