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

Chapter 125 The World's Winds Gather at Kunlun

Dark clouds filled the sky, and flashes of lightning seemed to foreshadow an impending thunderbolt.

"when!"

"when!"

In the Heavenly Blade Sect's forging room, a thunderous roar erupted, sparks flew, smoke billowed, and the ground was covered in black, rotten debris.

"Sect Leader Chu, the sword is ready!"

Ding An put down the hammer, picked up a crimson Tang-style broadsword, and walked to Chu Fenggu's side.

Chu Feng felt a wave of heat wash over him and couldn't help but retreat, shouting, "Hero Li, please put your knife away. My skills are insufficient; I can't withstand this heat!"

"Ah, oh!"

Ding An saw that the Tian Dao Sect members' foreheads were covered in sweat, and their vermilion clothes were soaked with sweat and turned brown. He knew that their skills were insufficient and they could not withstand the heat.

So he gripped the Tang sword, activated his divine power, and saw the crimson color on the blade slowly recede, and in the blink of an eye, the heat had completely dissipated.

"Here, it's not hot anymore." Ding'an handed over the knife.

Chu Fenggu took the knife with a shocked expression, looked at it, and then looked at Ding An.

He casually used the "Mysterious Heaven Blade Technique" along the way, and saw that the blade was incredibly fast, yet completely silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Ordinary weapons usually make a great gust of wind when swung, but this knife could cut through the air silently. It was impossible to achieve this level of skill unless it was extremely flexible and sharp.

For a moment, everyone in the Heavenly Blade Sect was greatly astonished.

After Chu Feng finished demonstrating his swordsmanship, he couldn't help but stroke his sword and exclaim, "A treasured sword, truly a treasured sword!"

Ding An chuckled and said, "Sect Leader Chu, may I ask what the name of your precious sword is?"

Chu Feng thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Let's call it 'Nameless,' the treasured sword 'Nameless'!"

"Great name!" Ding An patted his belly and laughed heartily. "Sect Leader Chu, I've helped you forge the sword for four months, and now it's a complete success. I'm going back now."

"Master Li, please wait a moment." Chu Fenggu quickly clasped his hands in greeting. "I have prepared a thousand taels of silver; please accept it."

Ding An laughed and said, "No need, no need. I reforged the short sword with your Heavenly Blade Sect's 'Cloud Pattern Crystal Ore,' and its sharpness has greatly increased. I've already benefited greatly. I don't need the silver!"

"This"

Chu Feng still felt he had gotten a great deal and wanted to try to persuade him again.

Ding An waved his hand: "No need, no need to persuade me. I'm going back to Taibai Residence."

"Hero Li is so righteous!" Chu Fenggu, also a chivalrous person, didn't try to persuade him any further and continued to ask, "Hero Li, how is Sword God Ren's preparation going?"

“Shaoyang,” Ding’an said with a smile, “is just like that every day: eat well, rest well, exercise well, and play with Hongxiu.”

"Does the Sword God Ren not practice swordsmanship or go into seclusion?"

Ding An casually said, "Isn't training about controlling one's own body instead of letting it run wild?" After saying that, Xu Kong clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around and left.

Chu Feng remained silent for a long time before sighing: "Everyone talks about the four supreme masters, but there is actually another supreme master that is unknown to most people."

Someone asked, "Sect Leader, Master Li has been instructing us on the light and heavy sword techniques these past few days, from which everyone has benefited greatly. He is so skilled, why doesn't he become famous throughout the world?"

Chu Feng laughed and said, "Didn't you hear what he said? He's a wise man who knows how to control himself. He's a man of great fortune, why would he follow the crowd and fight for empty fame?!"
-
The small house in the backyard of Taibai Residence.

A stove glows red in the corner, brewing half a pot of tea.

Ren Shaoyang sat upright, watching the little beggar who was struggling to play the flute with his cheeks puffed out.

Hearing the harsh and unpleasant sound of the flute, Ren Shaoyang secretly sighed.

"Hey, cripple, how was it?" The little beggar blinked his eyes, seeking praise, after finishing a song.

Ren Shaoyang sighed, rubbing his forehead, "Why don't you try the suona?"

"What?"

"With your strength, you'd be perfect for playing the suona! You could bury heaven, earth, and all living beings, from birth to death!"

The little beggar was furious and scolded him for being ungrateful and having no musical literacy. How could he compare to her, a descendant of a musical family like Lady Xiao?

Yes, that's right.

That day in the small temple, the little beggar charmed Lady Xiao, who not only gave him a bamboo flute but also taught him the musical score. That's why she's been asking Ren Shaoyang to play the flute for her every day for the past few days.

That's why Ren Shaoyang's complaints made her break down.

Suddenly, the little beggar's eyes widened in confusion, and his sister came online: "Brother Shaoyang, Hongxiu wants me to come out and help scold you."

Ren Shaoyang grinned and said, "You're willing to part with it?"

"Of course not!" the younger sister chuckled secretly and said sweetly, "To be honest, I think it sounds awful too."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You've had a tough time."

The younger sister said, "It's okay, I think the suona is great. I'll wait to play it for Yaoyue and make her furious!"

"I'd better make me angry first!" The little beggar's eyes suddenly cleared, and he stomped his foot in anger. "Damn it, this little traitor!"

Ren Shaoyang fetched a teapot, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to her: "You're right, little sister. You can give it a try."

"No way!" Hongxiu gulped down her hot tea. "I will never play the suona. It's too different from my style as 'One-Knife Immortal' and 'Blood-Clad Man'!"

With that, she turned and ran off, but halfway there, she turned back and stuck out her tongue: "Never!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head, picked up his brush, and began to write and draw as he pondered, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes writing swiftly.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Ren Shaoyang didn't even look up, and shouted "Come in."

Then Wan Chunliu came in. Seeing that he was writing something, he found a chair, sat down, held his breath, and dared not make a sound.

After a while, Ren Shaoyang sighed, put down his brush, and looked up at Wan Chunliu.

Pick up the teapot and pour him some tea.

Wan Chunliu then asked, "What are you writing, young master?"

Ren Shaoyang was still thinking and absentmindedly said, "Some martial arts ideas."

Wan Chunliu's eyes revealed admiration: "Young master, even at the peak, you still have the ambition to climb higher and look further, to reach the very top. I admire you."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said casually, "I am only at the 'Refining God' stage. Most of my skills are in 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon'. It is too early to say that I am at my peak."

"Oh? The 'Refining Spirit' you mentioned, young master, has realms beyond that?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Yes, there is still 'Harmony with the Dao' above. As for me, I'm still climbing." Wan Chunliu gasped and said, "Your level is already almost invincible, what kind of scenery is 'Harmony with the Dao'?"

“That should be standing atop the tides of heaven and earth, overlooking all living beings,” Ren Shaoyang sighed softly, “yet the same excitement and confusion still linger in my heart, and danger and opportunity still accompany me.”

"Even reaching this level of skill is still dangerous; the path of martial arts is truly as difficult as ascending to heaven!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "But isn't she exceptionally charming?"

The two exchanged a smile and drank their tea in silence.

After a few drinks, Wan Chunliu hesitated, as if he wanted to say something. Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and asked, "Doctor Wan, do you have something to say?"

Wan Chunliu hesitated for a moment, then bowed and said, "Young Master, Xiaoyuer left a couple of days ago and went to the valley where Su Ying is."

Ren Shaoyang asked, "Where is Hua Wuque?"

"They traveled together. Although they are not sure if they are brothers now, they are close to each other, even closer than brothers. However, Hua Wuque is still a little conflicted."

"What are you struggling with?"

He wanted to hear Yaoyue tell the truth herself.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said, "How could a mediocre person like Yaoyue tell him?"

Wan Chunliu sighed, "Hua Wuque is a very good person, but he's too stubborn."

Ren Shaoyang remained noncommittal: "What I mean is, if Yaoyue doesn't work, then find Lianxing. Tell Hua Wuque that Lianxing is the one who truly wants him and Xiaoyuer to live."

"I will convey your words, young master," Wan Chunliu said with a smile. "Oh, by the way, they also asked me to pass on a message to you, saying that they could never repay your kindness in several lifetimes."

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, "As long as they're happy."

The two raised their teacups, drank the tea instead of wine, and finished it in one gulp.

Wan Chunliu poured him tea, then suddenly said, "Li Dazui, Haha'er and the others are all dead."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Did Brother Yan do this?"

"Yes!" Wan Chunliu sighed. "They captured Zhang Jing, and just then, Yan Daxia and Zhang Sanniang arrived and ran into them. Yan Daxia settled both old and new scores, and all of them died under the 'Tai'a Sword'."

"Tai'a?" Ren Shaoyang was taken aback. "The legendary sword 'Tai'a Sword'?"

Wan Chunliu said, "Yes, this sword was passed down from Master Yan's ancestors, and it is matched with the short sword 'Sunrise'."

After a moment of silence, Ren Shaoyang suddenly laughed and said, "This is interesting."

After they finished speaking, the two fell silent again.

Wan Chunliu said, "Young master, please be careful in this sword competition."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "It seems that Doctor Wan has more confidence in Brother Yan."

Wan Chunliu laughed and said, "I lived through the era of Master Yan, so I know just how powerful he was."

Ren Shaoyang said casually, "Who in the whole world can kill me?"

"Do Hongxiu and Ding'an count?"

Ren Shaoyang coughed and said, "You really hit the nail on the head!"

"Hahahaha!" Wan Chunliu laughed uncontrollably.

Ren Shaoyang raised his eyebrows, his eyes gleaming. "To be honest, I'm not afraid that Brother Yan and Yaoyue are stronger. What I want is a duel where we can unleash our full potential." He sighed. "In the entire martial world, only the two of them can give me this feeling."
-
In the depths of winter, everything is desolate.

As dawn broke, a ray of sunlight pierced through the thin mist. The stars were sparse, and the sky above the Kunlun Mountains was faintly bluish, blending with the snow-white peaks.

"Drive~!"

"Drive~!"

Teahouses along the Yulonghashi River were even more packed than usual.

Groups of weary travelers, each with their own distinct accent, rested here.

"Oh my god! We're finally here, this awful road!"

"Oh dear! I almost missed the grand event."

"That's right, it took three or four horses to break down, but we finally made it before the first day of the Lunar New Year!"

They heard the two men, one speaking with a northern accent and the other with a Sichuan accent, exchanging pleasantries and names. They then learned that one was Ding Yin, the head of the Ding Family Village in the northern border region, and the other was Tang Yisan, a disciple of the Tang Clan.

Ding Yin asked, "Hey? Look at those Taoist priests, aren't they from the Kunlun Sect?"

Tang Yisan said, "It looks like it."

"Pah!" Ding Yin spat. "A bunch of worthless bastards who steal everything!"

Tang Yisan also looked disdainful: "Yes, these Taoists just added the Kunlun Hermit to their family genealogy because the Sword God Ren said that his swordsmanship was passed down from a Kunlun hermit. They're really not human!"

"Hey, calling them bad luck!" Ding Yin said. "Look, isn't that Master Shenxi?"

"Hey~? It really is!" Tang Yisan laughed. "Hahaha, who would want to miss this grand event!"

"This, this, is Sun Bohu, the owner of the Flying Tiger Manor!"

"Master Xuantan of Shaolin!"

"Master Ling of Wudang".

"Emma, ​​everyone from Murong Manor has arrived?"

"Hey? Who are those people in black robes?"

In the blink of an eye, the banks of the Yulong Hashi River were already crowded with martial arts practitioners.

A quick glance revealed that gang leaders were everywhere; you could easily kill three gang leaders by throwing a brick at them!
Of course, there were also two people with long-standing grudges, who were immediately surrounded by the crowd and made to see who was the best.

Therefore, in the past few days, you can see circles of all sizes appearing anytime and anywhere. They open and close suddenly, and a group of old men and women appear out of nowhere, playing music and singing, making quite a scene.

When the ring is opened, it makes a jingling sound.

As the doors closed, a person covered in blood was seen being carried onto a stretcher made of tree branches and run away into the distance.

The group of elderly men and women played suonas and gongs in unison, creating a lively atmosphere.

The crowd burst into laughter.

This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, a gathering place for experts from all corners of the world; not just anyone is qualified to infiltrate it.

Everyone is eagerly awaiting the arrival of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

(End of this chapter)