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

Chapter 12 Great Revenge Achieved, Fragment of Divine Skill (Seeking monthly votes, recommendations, and continued reading)
"Ta, Ta, Ta"

When Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu arrived at Lianfeng, blood had pooled together, blurring their reflections.

The banner of "Lianfeng" was half-stained scarlet, facing the midday sun, when it was blown off by the wind and lay on the yellow earth.

The gate was wide open, and the bodies of young, strong men lay strewn across the ground, all of them beheaded with a single blow, their deaths gruesome.

Ren Shaoyang, holding Hongxiu's hand, strode through the vermilion gate, his face darkening: "Flying Dragon's swordsmanship is actually this powerful?"

Hongxiu was startled and grabbed his sleeve with her other hand: "Isn't Ding'an very dangerous?"

“That’s right! Feilong, while moving at great speed, can sever a person’s head without cutting the bone, but instead seeks an opening to strike.” Ren Shaoyang squatted down and reached out to examine the wound on the corpse. “The control and precision of this kind of swordsmanship are clearly not those of a novice.”

The young man's tone became serious: "He has a lineage of martial arts masters!"

Ignoring everything else, Hongxiu simply asked, "Can Ding'an be defeated?"

Ren Shaoyang stood up, shook the blood off his hands, and said in a deep voice, "There is no other way but to fight to the death."

Hongxiu grabbed his hand and ran forward, saying, "What are we waiting for? Let's go help him!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and didn't say anything more.

The little beggar didn't understand that Ding An, who usually seemed honest and dull, was actually a stubborn mule. Fei Long was his greatest enemy, and could even be called his inner demon. He would not allow anyone else to interfere except for him to kill Fei Long himself.

anyone!
Thinking of this, the two walked through the hall and rooms to the back door, where they saw that the back door was already wide open.

Dust billowed, and seven or eight bandit corpses lay on the ground.

At that very moment, two people stood facing each other, their eyes locked, and it seemed as if cold lightning bolts were flying by, hissing and crackling.

Not far away, three people covered in blood stood there, staring in utter shock at the man with the severed arm whose back was to them.

This person is Ding'an!
His face was ashen, and he stared intently at his enemy. His intact left arm was bound with iron chains, and he held a broken knife in his hand.

"So you're the one who can fly, Feilong?" Ding'an asked solemnly, but Feilong laughed at his next question, "You're the one who killed my father?"

The bald man covered in tattoos grinned widely, laughing heartily.

"I've slaughtered countless pigs, how would I know which one is your father?"

Ding An asked coldly, "My father's surname is Li. What's his name?"

Feilong laughed mockingly, saying, "So the one who was hollowed out and left with only a skin was your father?" He glanced at Xiang Qiezheng beside him as he laughed, "As expected, a pig is a pig. You didn't even dare to tell him this?"

Ding An brandished his sword and shouted, "Tell me, what's his name!"

Feilong narrowed his eyes: "Alright, I'll tell you, his name is Li Buhui, also known as the Hundred-Jin Knife of Jiangnan."

"No regrets!" Ding An raised his thick eyebrows and said sharply, "Today I will avenge my father, Bu Hui!" As he spoke, he rushed forward, and with a flick of his wrist, the light of his blade poured down like a storm.

Two loud "clanging" sounds!
But then, two curved blades flew into Feilong's hands. The blades were crimson, and their curves were graceful, like a woman's eyebrows, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Wow!" Hongxiu immediately took a liking to Feilong's twin swords, grabbed Ren Shaoyang's hand and whispered, "What beautiful swords!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "What's wrong? You've taken a fancy to it?"

Hongxiu nodded vigorously: "It's beautiful, and it can sell for money." She nodded emphatically again, "It's worth a lot of money!"

As the two were speaking, Ding An and Fei Long clashed together like a raging storm, their swords flashing.

"Ding ding ding ding~!"

A series of chilling clanging sounds rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

"Come on, Flying Dragon, is that all you've got?"

Ding An's steps were unpredictable, and his movements were incredibly fast. When he spun around, he resembled a black whirlwind, with blades flashing and disappearing within it.

Feilong is the junior brother of the Blood Saber Ancestor. He has mastered the essence of the Blood Saber Sect's sword techniques, which are powerful and unrestrained, yet also ruthless and cunning.

The two fought with lightning speed, sparks flying and blood splattering, curses echoing through the street along with the clanging of knives.

"Damn it, you cripple, I'll skin you alive!"

Feilong felt that his opponent's swordsmanship was incredibly fast, and his feet moved erratically as if he were a ghost, which made him furious and he cursed loudly.

"Skin you?" Ding An's eyes widened, and he hurled the broken knife at the ground. "Skin your mother!"

Feilong never expected that the other side had such a strange "trump card". Without warning, he was immediately entangled in the broken blade.

"Drink!" Ding An roared, pulling on the iron chain as he leaped up and attacked again with his sword, unleashing a set of "Flying Sand and Stones" sword techniques.

But he pressed forward relentlessly, overwhelming his opponent with the force of a thousand armies. The sound of their twin blades clashing was like pearls falling onto a jade plate, creating a continuous tinkling sound.

Feilong felt a flash of light before his eyes, reflecting the sunlight and making his vision blurry.

"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!" Ding'an laughed loudly, shouting repeatedly, "Feilong, you're too slow! Faster, faster, faster!"

Fuck your mother!

Enraged, Feilong roared ferociously, and a short blade suddenly sprang out from the hilt of his sword, aiming to stab Ding'an in the eyes!

Ding An was startled. He circled around the flying dragon, dodging the short blade while untying the tangled iron chains, and then flew away backward.

"Come on, come on!" Ding An brandished the iron chain, his broken sword swung in a round of light, the sound like thunder and lightning, accompanied by dust, sweeping towards the flying dragon.

The three people, Xiang Qiezheng and Xiang Qiezheng, were stunned. They had never seen such a fierce and bizarre battle before.

Tie Tou's body stiffened, his mouth tasted sour and bitter, and a deafening roar echoed through the entire long street. Before his eyes, Ding An and Fei Long were locked in a life-or-death battle, a scene that seemed to unfold before him, with light and shadow shifting rapidly.

Both men were wounded, and as blood splattered, the force of the impact sent the stench of blood wafting over.

Suddenly, the blades vanished, and the two stood facing each other.

"Ah!" Xiang Ling, Xiang Qiezheng's daughter, suddenly exclaimed. A gentle breeze swept by and a long knife wound appeared on Ding An's back, running from his left shoulder to his right waist. Blood gushed out and slowly stained his trousers red.

"You worthless piece of trash, let's start with a bloody cut." Feilong said with a smile, but Xiang Qiezheng and the other two felt a chill in their hearts. If this cut had gone a few more centimeters deeper, it would have cut Ding'an in half at the waist.

"Too bad you can't be this lucky every time!"

Just then, a cry of pain came from behind: "Ouch, my knife!"

Feilong glanced back coldly, only to see the little beggar behind him wailing and lamenting, his face full of sorrow.

Confused, he turned his head and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

But then he saw that the curved sword in his right hand had been cut in half!
"Ugh!" Feilong suddenly felt a piercing pain and couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan.

He looked down and saw a wound on his chest and abdomen, dripping with blood, the flesh torn open, resembling a large mouth twitching slightly.

This change made Xiang Ling gasp repeatedly.

"Your knife is too slow." Ding An laughed heartily, completely unlike his usual simple and honest self, instead displaying a proud and sharp edge. "How can you eat with a knife this slow?"

"Ah~!" Feilong's face turned extremely fierce as he charged forward with his knife.

Ren Shaoyang watched his steps and shook his head: "His mind is in turmoil."

Ding An raised his thick eyebrows, and a dark, hazy blade of light in his hand, like a black storm in the desert, swallowed up the crimson blade light of Fei Long.

Ding ding ding ding~!

Feilong roared and howled, but he couldn't stop retreating step by step. Blood kept flowing from his chest, and as he drew his sword, droplets of blood splattered outwards, landing on Ding'an's face, adding to his murderous aura.

With this ebb and flow, Ding An turned and passed by, and in the blink of an eye, Fei Long had two more knife wounds on his chest and back.

Feilong screamed in agony and swung his blade out in a fierce sweep.

"Got it!" Ding An seized the opportunity and suddenly kicked him in the chest.

With a bang, the flying dragon was kicked and spun backward.

Just as Xiang Qiezheng and the other two were cheering and thinking that the situation was settled,

Suddenly, the flying dragon in the air had a ferocious expression and was pouncing towards the little beggar!
This man was ruthless and cruel; he didn't seek to take people hostage, but only to drag two people down with him before he died.

Ding'an never expected things to change so drastically, and cried out in horror, "Shaoyang, save him!"

At this critical moment, a large, fair hand slowly reached out and grabbed Feilong's wrist.

Ren Shaoyang sighed and said, "I don't want to get involved. Why the hell did you provoke me?" He then shoved the object away.

Feilong felt an unprecedented force strike him, and he was thrown back as if he were flying through the clouds. With a scream, he was sent flying.

"Drink!" Ding An suddenly drew his sword, his inner strength spreading out, a powerful force penetrating the blade, and the broken sword immediately emitted a faint red light.

With a single swing, flames flashed, cleaving from the top of the flying dragon's head down to its waist.

"Ah~!" Feilong was split in two, his body blasted apart by Wuchou's blade force!

Xiang Qiezheng and the others cried out in alarm and flew backward.

But there was no blood on the broken knife in Ding'an's hand, only a burning heat slowly emanating from it.

"Great!" Hongxiu jumped out and clapped her hands repeatedly to congratulate Ding'an.

Ding An's face was deathly pale, but he still managed a smile, opened his one arm, and rushed into Hong Xiu's arms.

"What impressive blade power!" Ren Shaoyang stepped forward, his face full of admiration. "Your strike has truly opened my eyes!"

Ding'an, supported by Hongxiu, came over, smiling easily and contentedly.

"As you said, Hongxiu's family sword technique is indeed powerful! It can cultivate a fiery force from the outside in."

"Fire energy?" Ren Shaoyang was taken aback. "What kind of fire energy?"

Ding An thought for a moment and said, "Plundering is like fire, bloodlust is like greed, it feels like nothing can escape this knife."

Ren Shaoyang felt the name was familiar, but before he could think about it, Xiang Qiezheng and the other two came to his side and recognized Ding An. They asked each other excitedly.

Ding An appeared calm and composed at this moment. Although he was seriously injured, his demeanor as he cleaved the flying dragon with his sword was extremely majestic in the eyes of the three.

When asked about Ren Shaoyang, after Ding An finished introducing him, Xiang Qiezheng suddenly realized and said, "So you are the great hero who single-handedly killed all the hunters and bandits a while ago?"

A great hero?

Wow, not bad!
Ren Shaoyang pursed his lips tightly, not letting the upturned corners of his mouth ruin the demeanor of a "hero," and humbly said, "Upholding justice is our inescapable duty."

Xiang Qiezheng sighed softly, "If it weren't for Ding'an and Hero Ren, we would probably be nothing but bones today! I never imagined that Hero Ren's appearance would be so stunning, but his humility is even more admirable!"

Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but laugh and turned his head away. Even though he was thick-skinned, he didn't know how to be "humble" at this moment.

Hongxiu looked at the back of Ren Shaoyang's head, her eyebrows twitching up and down.

Ding An said, "Master, let's go back to the inner hall and treat our injuries first."

Xiang Qiezheng then hurriedly said, "That's right, that's right!"

When the group returned to Lianfeng, they saw the dead disciples in the main hall, and Xiang Qiezheng, Ding An, and the others all wept.

But this was not the time to act like a spoiled girl. Everyone composed themselves, went into the inner room, and took out medicine and gauze to bandage the wounds.

It was October, and in the northwest frontier, the midday sun was scorching hot, like a steaming oven, but by the time the sun set, a cold wind was already blowing.

By the time everyone finished bandaging the body, it was already dark. Ren Shaoyang helped them move the body, then ate something quickly before returning to his room.

Inside the side room, Ding An brought over a piece of paper and handed it to Ren Shaoyang: "Here you go, you cripple."

Ren Shaoyang excitedly accepted it: "A fragment of a divine skill?" He twitched his nose, as if he smelled something, and took a sniff. His face immediately turned ashen.

"Could it be."

Ding An grinned mischievously: "The master hid it in the lining of his straw sandal. I found it, pulled it out, and put it among his belongings."

Ren Shaoyang was furious: "Your mother."

"Hey!" Hongxiu quickly stepped forward and covered the young man's mouth. "Watch your words! Watch your words!"

Ren Shaoyang huffed angrily and started looking at the torn page again.

Seeing that he was engrossed in what he was looking at, Ding'an moved closer and suddenly smelled a strange odor. He had no choice but to cover his mouth and nose and ask in a muffled voice, "Hey, cripple, what did you see?"

"What's the rush?" Ren Shaoyang glanced back and forth, seeing that the fragmented chapters were incoherent and the sentences were disjointed, but he still said unhurriedly, "Haste makes waste."

"Tofu!" Hongxiu, who had been bored, immediately perked up. "Crippled man, do you think pickled vegetables and tofu are really that delicious? You wouldn't trade them for anything, not even the emperor himself?"

Ren Shaoyang looked disgusted: "Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is eating!"

Seeing that he didn't reply, Hongxiu slumped onto the table as if deflated.

After Ren Shaoyang finished reading, he frowned deeply. Seeing this, Ding An asked again, "Crippled man, how is it?"

"No rush, no rush, I'm thinking!" Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, closed his eyes, and dug two fingers into his temples.

But in his heart, he was screaming.

"Golden touch, help me!"

Ren Shaoyang has always been self-aware, especially after learning the "Great Vajra Divine Power" technique!

If it weren't for this cheat code that took him to the world of the vast ocean through projection, and if it weren't for the fish monk who taught him the "Thirty-Two Aspects" through initiation, he would have been completely different.

Even if the secret manual were placed in front of him, he probably still wouldn't be able to learn it!
Having never been exposed to internal or external martial arts before, Ren Shaoyang believed that as long as he had a divine martial arts manual, he would surely be able to soar to the top and reach the pinnacle.

But when he actually experienced it, he realized how absurd his previous ideas were.

True supernatural skills are no different for ordinary people than advanced mathematics.

If you can, you will, if you don't, you won't.

Geniuses learn quickly and easily; the gap between ordinary people and them is as big as a dog's, not to mention those unparalleled geniuses who are high above.
Therefore, faced with these cryptic and incomprehensible statements, Ren Shaoyang was not ashamed and directly sought help from the "golden finger" (a powerful tool for escaping delusion).

It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice, that's what makes a good cat!

[Well, after numerous bloody battles, you've wiped out the forces at Dripping Cliff. Your reputation has begun to spread throughout the entire northern frontier; experts within a hundred miles have more or less heard of your name—that young man with the fire poker!]

"A fire poker?"

Ren Shaoyang held the iron rod horizontally in his hand and smiled slightly: "Such a handy treasure, they don't recognize its value, and neither do you?"

[Hidden Clue: Obtained a fragment of the Chief's Divine Skill. Translate it? (Bonus for Underachievers)]

Ren Shaoyang was no longer in a hurry and continued watching.

Let me finish reading first.

[Mission complete. World Reputation: Famous Town in the Northwest.]

The Sanzu Temple instance is now open. This is a challenge instance; successful completion will reward you with martial arts skills. You can only enter three times. After three attempts, the instance will cool down, and you cannot enter again during the cooldown period.

[Can be challenged: Abbot Xingjue of the Third Ancestor Temple, his junior brother Xinghai, Monk Hun, and Gu Shentong]

Ren Shaoyang looked at the dungeon description and fell into deep thought. Of these four people, apart from Xingjue, whose martial arts were slightly weaker, the other three were all top-notch masters.

Both Xinghai and Monk Hun possessed the complete "Great Vajra Divine Power," and their abilities far surpassed his own.

Needless to say, Gu Shentong is a master of the "Emperor's Aura Observation Technique." Apart from Wan Guizang, he can beat anyone else as easily as beating a child, making him undoubtedly the second best in the world.

"Damn it, I can't beat anyone except sex."

Ren Shaoyang gritted his teeth, his eyebrows raised in anger, "Am I supposed to waste a precious challenge opportunity?"

"No rush, we can't rush."

Ren Shaoyang took a deep breath: "Haste makes waste. Let's put the dungeon matter aside for now. I have a fragment of the Chief's Divine Skill. Let's see if this can give me a solution to break the deadlock?"

Thinking this, he stared intently into the void: "Translate!"

Lines of text appeared.

[Breathe in and out to cultivate your Qi, and sharpen your spirit through heightened awareness. When body and mind become one, you become empty yet spiritual, spiritual yet transformative, transformative yet empty, empty yet free from the mind, and your spirit will be able to perceive and connect, gradually reaching a state that is neither empty nor formful, embodying the principles of phenomena and responding to all things.]

The text seemed to pause, flickering like a flashing screen, before reappearing.

The heart, in its essence, is natural, supremely empty and spiritual, supremely vast and strong, perfectly aligned with the principles of Heaven, flowing like a mighty river, endless and continuous. Internal and external phenomena do not need to be ever-changing; simply by relinquishing the mind to achieve a state of non-emptiness, skillfully utilizing spiritual awareness, and nurturing the spirit, then when facing an enemy, clarity will reside in the heart, and the entire body will radiate light.

[My body is here, but my mind is on the other shore. Even if the enemy possesses the power of ghosts and gods, what can they do to me? Therefore, this technique is named: The Method of Abandoning the Mind.]

"The Mind-Sacrifice Style?" Ren Shaoyang's eyes widened, puzzled. "My god, could it be a mental technique?"

With a thought, he saw words continue to appear in the void.

[Note: If the three techniques of 'Giving Heart,' 'Hearing Awakening,' and 'Seeing Brightly' can be combined into one, one can restore the supernatural power of "Admiration from All"—"Heart Movement"!]

(End of this chapter)