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

Chapter 20 Huashan Sect, Blood Saber Sect (Please continue reading, please vote with monthly tickets!)

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The young man carrying the sword attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered.

He wore a tattered blue robe and a straw hat, and his face looked dusty and travel-worn. As soon as he entered the hall and saw Ren Shaoyang's appearance, he was suddenly taken aback.

He then walked to a table on the west side, ordered a jar of wine, and, ignoring the poor quality of the wine, drank it down.

Ren Shaoyang glanced to the side and saw the young man raise the large jar high above his head, his mouth still a foot away from the rim, and the wine shot straight into his mouth like a bolt of lightning.

The young man opened his mouth wide, his throat remained still, and swallowed the large amount of liquor in one gulp.

Ren Shaoyang was startled: "What superb internal strength!" But as he watched the wine dripping from the jar being licked clean bit by bit, he thought to himself, "What a greedy fellow!"

Upon further examination, it was discovered that he had delicate eyebrows, large eyes, a straight nose, and a wide mouth. His appearance was upright and dignified, and the ancient sword behind him exuded a chilling aura and was covered in verdigris, indicating its exceptional quality.

Suddenly, the young man tilted his head, glanced at Ren Shaoyang, and then sneered.

Ren Shaoyang frowned, knowing that he was not very polite either, so he did not want to argue with him.

Just then, a loud "whoosh!" thunderclap rang out, and a gust of wind blew open the door, with a "whoosh" as wind and rain rushed in.

"Ouch!" Jin Xiangyu's sharp voice rang out, followed by a curse, "Damn it, what kind of weather is this!"

As he spoke, he looked at the waiter beside him and kicked him in the butt: "Aren't you going to close the door?"

The waiter was kicked and stumbled, sighing and rubbing his backside as he limped to close the door.

Just then, a loud but stuttering voice came from behind.

"You, you are Ren Shaoyang, the man who has killed countless people?"

Upon hearing the name "Ren Shaoyang," everyone shuddered and turned to look.

But then he saw that the hothead had somehow sat down opposite Ren Shaoyang, looking at him with a serious expression.

Ren Shaoyang paused in his drinking, glanced at him, and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man cupped his hands in greeting and said very seriously, "I am Mu Mu Renqing from the Huashan Sect!"

Ren Shaoyang put down his wine bowl and looked at him very seriously: "Huashan Sect?"

"Correct!"

"Mu Renqing?"

It's me!

Ren Shaoyang sighed, somewhat numb and puzzled, and asked, "What, does Mount Hua have a grudge against me?"

Mu Renqing looked him straight in the eye: "No, there's no grudge. I just have something else to ask you!"

"That's strange." Ren Shaoyang sneered, "I haven't provoked you, so why are you looking for me?"

Mu Renqing stared straight at him, but the three words he uttered next made him change color.

"The Heart-Sacrificing Style!"

Ren Shaoyang frowned. He had overheard the conversation of the dead eunuch Jia Ting and knew that this was a unique skill of a senior master of the Huashan Sect.

just.

A hundred years ago, it should have been the era of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," when the Huashan Sect was dominated by the Qi School. So, this little stutterer...
Ren Shaoyang stepped forward and tentatively asked, "Are you from the Sword Sect?"

“Yes,” Mu Renqing replied bluntly.

"Oh~!" Ren Shaoyang said knowingly, "You, a member of the Sword Sect, asking me for the Qi Sect's divine skill, isn't that politically incorrect?"

"Of course we have to get them back!"

Mu Renqing's face flushed red, but his speech became surprisingly fluent: "Back then, Ancestor Bufan summoned the Sword Sect back to fight against foreign enemies together. Therefore, my Sword Sect has long since reconciled with the Qi Sect and we are now of one mind!"

"Furthermore, whether it is 'qi' or 'sword,' the leader is revered. What problem is there in me pursuing the secret of the 'Heart-Sacrificing Style'?"

Ren Shaoyang muttered quietly, "So everyone reveres the leader? That means they've been beaten into submission?"

Mu Renqing was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed, and his eyes widened in anger: "You, you don't know anything!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "How funny! How am I 'ignorant'?"

Mu Renqing was furious and shouted, "You don't respect me!"

Ren Shaoyang's smile remained unchanged as he chuckled and said, "Even if the champion were in front of me, I wouldn't show him any respect!"

"You~!"

Mu Renqing revered the peerless expert of the Huashan Sect as a god. Upon hearing this, he was furious and shouted, "Arrogant!"

A faint, frosty aura emanated from his body, and the longsword on his back trembled slightly in its sheath, as if it might be drawn at any moment.

Ren Shaoyang's expression changed. He felt the white mist touch his body, as if he were lying naked in the snow, and the cold made his hair stand on end.

This young man's internal strength is truly astounding!

But then Mu Renqing waved his right hand, and his bamboo hat flew out of his hand and shot over.

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and unleashed the "Great Brahma Banner." A gust of wind swept through, and the bamboo hat suddenly leaped up, as if stuck in the air, before flying back into Mu Renqing's hand.

This move was incredibly clever; the gesture was elegant and graceful, without any sign of haste. The straw hat flew out and then quickly flew back, as if time had reversed.

Seeing this, Jin Xiangyu was both shocked and frightened, and whispered, "Good heavens, this 'butcher's' skills are completely unpredictable."

Mu Renqing's expression changed slightly, but he still exclaimed, "What exquisite sleeve technique!" As he spoke, he flicked his fingers and stabbed towards Mu Renqing's right shoulder.

Ren Shaoyang used his "I-Form" technique, leaning back to dodge.

Unexpectedly, Mu Renqing's finger strike, seemingly aimed to the left, suddenly shifted to the right, creating a gust of wind that struck his left shoulder.

But before he could rejoice, he heard a sharp "thud," like a broken leather.

Mu Renqing cried out "Ouch!" and abruptly pulled his finger back, feeling both pain and anger. He suddenly looked up and shouted, "Golden Bell Cover Iron Shirt?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Watch this punch!" His arm swelled up, and he threw out a punch, which was the "Divine Fist" from the Six Great Techniques of Demon Suppression.

Seeing that the punch was simple and unsophisticated, yet the force of the punch was incredibly powerful, like a stone wall pressing down, Mu Renqing immediately unleashed the "Jade-Breaking Fist." One of his arms dazzled, and a dozen arms appeared, their afterimages flashing and dazzling to behold.

"Clap clap clap clap~!"

The two men, though different in their approaches, ultimately converged on the same goal. One's style was simple and steady, while the other's was unpredictable and ever-changing.

Ren Shaoyang felt a strange, ethereal chill penetrate his protective energy, rampaging through his body. It took several cycles of the Great Vajra Divine Power to dispel the chill, but it still made him shiver.

Mu Renqing was in even more pain, feeling an unparalleled force attacking him. His "Hun Yuan Gong" shattered upon contact, forcing him to use his trump card technique to resist it. However, white steam rose from his body, and he also felt faintly exhausted.

The two withdrew their hands, exchanged a surprised and uncertain glance, exclaimed "Huh!" and cursed inwardly, "Damn it, that's amazing!"

Ren Shaoyang sat still, his right hand already gripping the iron rod.

Mu Renqing also had a solemn expression, and the ancient sword behind him was trembling incessantly.

Just at this critical moment, Jin Xiangyu came up quickly, carrying two cups of tea.

"Oh, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth!" Jin Xiangyu placed the tea on the table and said with a smile, "We're all in the same boat, we'll run into each other all the time, having more friends means having more options. Why resort to violence right away?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, tilted his head, and quietly glanced at Jin Xiangyu.

Reach out.

"Clang!"
Mu Renqing reacted quickly, and half of the ancient sword behind him flew up, its cold, bluish-green light dazzlingly bright.

Ren Shaoyang then took out a silver ingot from his pocket and tossed it to Jin Xiangyu, saying, "Give me a superior room." He then pointed at Mu Renqing, adding, "This gentleman's wine bill is on me too."

Jin Xiangyu, who always valued money over life, hurriedly grabbed the silver, threw it into his clothes, and turned to the waiter, cursing, "Why aren't you serving wine and dishes? Are you trying to starve our distinguished guest?" The tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.

Seeing Ren Shaoyang's composure, Mu Renqing blushed. With a clang, the ancient sword was sheathed, and the azure light of the sword faded.

"What a fine sword!" Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and exclaimed, "What's the name of this sword?"

Mu Renqing, being honest by nature, replied, "The Azure Sun Sword."

“Not bad.” Ren Shaoyang glanced at it again. “The shape of the Wu-Yue ancient sword is quite rare.” After saying that, he tilted his head back and finished the last bowl of wine before turning to go upstairs.

"Ren Shaoyang," Mu Renqing called out to him, "The fragment of the Heart-Slaying Manual was stolen from the mountain by a traitor of our sect. Please return it!"

Ren Shaoyang walked forward without turning his head and said, "The original text was lost in the previous battles."

Upon hearing this, Mu Renqing opened his eyes wide, and white mist began to emanate from his body.

Then, Ren Shaoyang continued, "But I remember the whole thing. I'll write it down for you tomorrow."

Mu Renqing breathed a sigh of relief, the white vapor dissipated, and sweat poured down his forehead.

Just then, Ren Shaoyang, who had reached the second floor, stopped and turned to look at him sideways: "Hey, buddy."

"Huh?" Mu Renqing was not expected to be called by him suddenly again, and hurriedly looked up.

Ren Shaoyang said earnestly, "Say thank you."

"Ah, thank you so much!"

Mu Renqing was a little confused, but still thanked him.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and walked into his room with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the bizarre scene before him, and then at the bewildered young swordsman, Jin Xiangyu couldn't help but sigh: "Damn it, a highly skilled idiot has arrived?"

Just then, Mu Renqing's voice rang out: "Boss lady, where's the food and drinks? I'm starving!"

Jin Xiangyu sighed helplessly, "You remember eating meat and drinking wine very well." Then she immediately put on a smiling face.

"Come on, come on!"
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The next afternoon.

Beside the blood-red sunset, a hazy yellow cloud rose, with purple light flashing constantly amidst the churning yellow clouds, creating a magnificent and strange scene. In the blink of an eye, it covered most of the sky.

Moments later, a strong gust of wind swept in, carrying large swaths of yellow sand, like a ghostly wail as it swept across the land.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!" Jin Xiangyu glanced out the window and a huge cloud of yellow sand rushed in, filling her mouth and nose with sand. "What kind of weather is this!"

"Is a black storm coming?" One of her men brought her water to rinse her mouth.

"Hey~ that's right!" Jin Xiangyu rinsed her mouth, then suddenly remembered something, "Where's Diao Buyu? I haven't seen him for the past few days."

"Him?" the subordinate chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "That kid's completely infatuated with that girl, he follows her around everywhere every day!"

Jin Xiangyu asked in surprise, "That one named Hongxiu?"

"That's right! That girl has a round face and round eyes, and when she smiles, she looks like a little fox. That kid Diao Buyu always comes back grinning like an idiot; I think he's fallen for her."

"Damn it!" Jin Xiangyu's expression changed. "I never thought that the one who looks clever is the dumbest, and the one who looks innocent is the most cunning!"

"Boss lady, what do you mean?"

Jin Xiangyu glanced at him sideways: "They're all made of wood, and you're a piece of trash! This little girl is probably looking for Diao Buyu to ask about our family's secret passage!"

"Ah, they're preparing to leave the pass!"

Jin Xiangyu nodded, about to say something, when suddenly, a series of rapid hoofbeats sounded outside the wooden door, and judging from the sound, there were quite a few people.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"Open the door quickly, Master Buddha needs to stay at the inn!"

"Damn it, you swallowed a mouthful of sand!"

The rough voice kept shouting.

The proprietress's expression changed, and she put her hands on her hips and yelled, "Stop banging! Are you going to a grave? The boss is dead, the employees have run away, and they're planning to burn the house down!"

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, the rickety wooden door burst open, revealing a dim, yellowish sky outside, with howling winds that sounded like thousands of evil spirits unleashing their fury at once.

Seven or eight burly men stood there, with Burmese knives hanging from their waists, straw sandals on their feet, bamboo hats on their heads, and their bright yellow monk robes with their cuffs and trouser legs tightly bound with hemp rope.

Just standing there, an aura of ferocity and lawlessness wafted through the wind.

"Damn it, is the boss dead? Do you want Buddha to be eating sand out there?"

Jin Xiangyu looked at these people and her beautiful eyes narrowed instantly, guessing their origins.

The evil monks of the Blood Sabre Sect!

The proprietress rushed over and said, "Oh dear, the boss is dead, but the proprietress is still here!" As she spoke, she closed the door.

When those monks took off their straw hats, they all looked quite grotesque.

The leader was tall with a thick beard and sharp eyes. He looked fine when he wasn't smiling, but when he did, the flesh on his face bunched up, making him look like he was making a face.

This senior monk is named Baosheng, and he is the second disciple of the Blood Saber Ancestor. Because of his face, he has earned the nickname "Ghost-Faced Buddha".

The ghost-faced Buddha smiled and said, "Boss lady, bring out all the best wine and food." He then gestured for his junior brothers to sit down.

Jin Xiangyu knew these monks had ill intentions, but she valued money over her life and still greeted them warmly.

Just as the food and drinks were served and the proprietress was about to turn around, she heard a voice say, "Wait!"

"Snapped"!
Jin Xiangyu's fair wrist was grabbed by a large hand, and the ghost-faced Buddha grinned wickedly: "Boss lady, I want to ask you something."

"Oh? What's up?"

The Ghost-Faced Buddha asked, "Is 'Butcher' Ren Shaoyang at the Dragon Gate Inn?"

"Oh?" Upon hearing his words, Jin Xiangyu not only remained calm but her beautiful eyes lit up with a strange light.

She smiled.

The monks laughed so hard they were shaking, and their large white chests trembled so much they swallowed hard.

She leaned closer, propped her cheek on her hand, and said with a coquettish smile, "I know where he is, but why should I tell you for nothing?" As she spoke, she gave him a flirtatious wink.

"You stinky woman"

At one side of the table, Bao Ming, who was obese and had an oily face, slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

He was Bao Sheng's junior brother, and his martial arts skills were renowned throughout Qinghai. He and Bao Sheng were known as "Blood Knife Demon Buddha, Iron Owl of Qinghai".

"Hey~!" Ghost-faced Buddha Bao Sheng waved his hand, then pinched Jin Xiangyu's pretty face. "A beauty is like jade, to be played with but not insulted. You should cherish her!" As he spoke, he took out a silver ingot from his pocket and threw it to her.

"Go ahead."

Jin Xiangyu, who had been pinched until her face turned pale, immediately beamed with joy the moment she received the silver. She casually pointed to the second floor and said coquettishly:

“Masters, the ‘butcher’ is in room A on the second floor.”

His eyes sparkled, his expression conveyed affection, but his words ignited the anger of the Blood Blade Sect monks.

"Let's see if you dare to go up there!"

(End of this chapter)