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

Chapter 44 Forbidden Love
"Shuanghua, Shuanghua~!"

The roar echoed throughout the entire city of Jingzhou.

Ren Shaoyang and the other two looked up and saw several monks in yellow robes, carrying a woman, disappearing from the rooftops after a few leaps under the bright moon.

Further away, a disheveled man in prison clothes came running, roaring and howling as he ran and shouted!

Ding An looked surprised: "Who is that person? Such strong internal energy."

Ren Shaoyang sighed: "His name is Ding Dian, Ding Dian who will always be chasing after his wife."

At that moment, a strong wind suddenly came.

The dark clouds were blown about, blocking the bright moonlight.

The wind blew, causing the silhouettes of the tall trees not far away to sway from side to side, like waves of wheat, rising and falling in waves.

Ren Shaoyang and his two companions walked through the dark alley. The wind blew through the trees on the horizon and finally reached them. Sand and stones flew everywhere, stinging their faces.

The little beggar was a bit unsteady on his feet, tugging at Ding An's sleeve, his ears filled with the howling of the wind.

Hongxiu hugged Ding'an's sleeve and exclaimed, "My God, why is the wind suddenly so strong!"

Just as they were pulling at each other, the wind suddenly stopped.

Hongxiu cried out and nearly bumped into Ding'an. Suddenly, a hand, like a pillar supporting the sky, caught her.

Just as the beggar caught his breath, Ren Shaoyang's voice rang out: "Do you still have ginseng?"

Hongxiu was stunned: "It's all gone."

Ding'an chimed in, "I have some, I have some." He then pulled out a few slices of ginseng from his pocket and handed them to the little beggar, saying, "I'm keeping them just in case."

The little beggar laughed and said, "Good Ding'an, reliable!"

Ren Shaoyang patted his shoulder approvingly and said to Hongxiu, "Put one slice in your mouth." Hongxiu nodded and immediately put a slice of ginseng in her mouth.

Just then, the wind howled, and the smell of blood suddenly intensified.

The three felt a chill run down their spines, thinking to themselves, "They're here!"

Then someone above laughed and said, "Everyone, your ancestor is back again."

Hongxiu looked up, but couldn't see anything in the pitch-black sky.

Hooray!
Lightning flashed across the sky, and on the eaves directly in front, several figures carrying knives could be seen, some standing, some crouching, and some sitting.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle was a monk in red robes, none other than the Blood Saber Ancestor.

Hongxiu said with a grin, "Big monk, you're not dead yet?"

The old monk chuckled, "It's still early." His eyes then fell on the curved knife at her waist. "Little girl, you can't just take other people's things."

Hongxiu patted the curved sword at her waist: "Hooray!"

Blood Blade Ancestor smiled faintly, surprisingly patient: "If you don't use it properly, people will die."

Ren Shaoyang suddenly interrupted, "Blood Blade Ancestor, why aren't you continuing your sneak attacks?"

"Too common."

Blood Blade Ancestor looked at him, raising his white eyebrows: "Young Ren, when I fight, I always treat my enemies like a bone-deep infection, never letting any opportunity slip by. But using the same move three times is just vulgar."

"Oh?" Ren Shaoyang pulled out the iron rod and leaned on the ground with both hands. "If you're not going to ambush me this time, how are you going to play?"

"Don't rush, let me talk to the little girl. You'll know how to play in a bit."

Blood Blade Ancestor smiled and looked at Red Sleeve again.

“Little girl, do you know that Feilong’s two swords are called ‘Kill’ and ‘Robbery’? The one at your waist, beautiful as an empress’s eyebrow, is the Robbery sword.”

Hongxiu asked, "Robbery?"

The Blood Blade Ancestor smiled and said, "The Killing Blade is soul-capturing, the Robbery Blade is bloodthirsty."

Hongxiu's expression changed, and she gripped the hilt of the knife with one hand.

Ding An stepped forward, blocking the little beggar, and said coldly, "I was the one who cut down Feilong's sword, and I was the one who killed him. What do you want?"

The Blood Blade Ancestor looked at him and suddenly sighed: "I, the ancestor, have no sons."

Caught off guard by his sudden remark, Ren Shaoyang scoffed, "Even if you do, you won't have an anus."

Hongxiu couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Blood Blade Ancestor glanced at them and surprisingly nodded in agreement, saying, "I have committed so many evil deeds over the years, and Heaven despises me! Even if I have a son, he will probably be born without an anus."

Ren Shaoyang's smile vanished as he listened to him continue his eloquent speech.

"So, when I killed all nine of my junior brothers except for Feilong, I couldn't bear it when I looked into his clear eyes and spared his life."

Blood Saber Ancestor's expression was complex, seemingly a mixture of memories, happiness, and gritted teeth.

“I raised him, taught him martial arts, and treated him like my own son. Although he later secretly ran away and disappeared, I still like this junior brother the most.”

"I never expected this." Blood Blade Ancestor shook his head and sighed. "Twenty years have passed, and our reunion has become our final farewell." As he spoke, he wiped away the tears that had fallen from the corners of his eyes, clearly moved by the situation.

Ren Shaoyang felt a sudden wave of nausea, for no apparent reason.

The young beggar stared intently at the old monk, watching his subtle facial expressions as he spoke.

When he said "spare his life," the corners of his mouth turned down in a smile; when he said "teach him martial arts," his eyes bulged noticeably; and when he said "sneak away," he even nervously bit his lip.
Hongxiu suddenly felt a chill run through her body and her face turned pale. She secretly tugged at Ren Shaoyang's clothes.

Somewhat uncertain, somewhat hesitant, and quite self-doubting, she whispered in his ear in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"The cripple, the way he looks to me, he seems to resemble..."

She couldn't continue, stammering. Ren Shaoyang, puzzled, asked, "Say it, what does it sound like?"

Hongxiu looked utterly bewildered, and finally gave up in despair: "He wasn't talking about his junior brother, nor his son, but rather his lover!"

"Huh?" Ren Shaoyang was stunned. "Lover?"

Hongxiu nodded: "Yes, his expression just now was exactly the same as when Sister Qiu told me about Zhou Huai'an!"

Ren Shaoyang looked at Hongxiu. He never doubted the little beggar's extraordinary abilities, especially after she learned the "Bright Eyes Style" and the "Heart-Sacrificing Style".

This greatly amplified her ability to read people's minds and perceive emotions.

If that's the case, and the little beggar wasn't lying, then the most outrageous truth has come to light.

Blood Blade Ancestor and Flying Dragon.
Oh~!

No wonder Feilong has tattoos all over his body! (Thank goodness they're not tally marks.)
Ren Shaoyang turned his head and looked at the Blood Blade Ancestor with a look of horror. He had heard that there were homosexuals in Buddhist temples.

However, this old monk looks to be in his seventies or eighties. Twenty years ago, he was just an old man or a boy in his fifties or sixties.
Hey~!

Ren Shaoyang grimaced, but before he could speak, he was speechless.

Suddenly, the voice of the Blood Saber Ancestor became even gentler: "Little girl, you have such keen eyesight. You can see the big picture from my expression and uncover my deepest secret."

Just then, several monks beside him pushed the bound woman down, and he stepped on her, clapping and laughing amidst her painful groans.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the woman at his feet and said coldly, "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place."

Blood Blade Ancestor sneered, "Just because you have the little girl's divine eyes, what makes you so arrogant?"

He looked at the Blood Blade Sect monks around him, and seeing that they were all listening intently, his cold smile suddenly turned into a kind one. "Do you also want to know the ancestor's secret?"

The monks, their thoughts exposed, repeatedly said, "We dare not, we dare not even think about it."

Blood Blade Ancestor said, "It's alright to tell you. It's just that Flying Dragon is my personal possession. When he was young, he asked me to use his Soul Gate to relieve his lust."

The monks broke out in a cold sweat; was this something they could possibly hear?

They only know one thing: they'd rather the Blood Blade Ancestor curse you than let him smile at you. When his smile chills you to the bone, that's when your death is near.

Suddenly, the monks shouted and began to flee in all directions.

The Blood Blade Ancestor said leisurely, "Crimson in the wind." In the pitch-black night sky, a flash of crimson light appeared, as if a gentle breeze had swept by.

With a soft clang, the weapon fell to the ground. The monks were slightly startled, looked down at the Burmese knife that was now only half intact, and suddenly felt a blur before their eyes, as if it were moving inexplicably.

Suddenly, a hissing sound was heard, and the heads of the six disciples flew into the air, with blood gushing out of their chests like fountains.

The entire night sky was suddenly filled with an inexplicable crimson hue.

This is a unique skill that the Blood Saber Ancestor comprehended by combining the "Hearing Skill" with the Blood Saber Technique.

It is called "Blood in the Wind"!
"Clang!"
With a flick of his wrist, Blood Blade Ancestor sheathed his Burmese knife at his waist, pulled out a wine flask, and grabbed the half-dead corpse of his disciple with one hand.

He raised both hands, the wine mixed with blood entering his stomach, and the bloodlust in his eyes intensified.

"That felt so good!"

The woman at his feet was trembling with fear, but she couldn't scream because a handkerchief was stuffed in her mouth.

"Hey!" Ren Shaoyang suddenly shouted, "You've killed all your disciples, how are you going to fight us?"

"So what if we kill them?" Blood Blade Ancestor took another sip of wine and chuckled softly. "We'll have to kill them sooner or later anyway."

He spilled the wine on the roof, his face full of sincerity.

“Disciples, don’t blame your ancestor. You know my greatest secret, and you’ve already met your demise.”

"Furthermore, even if we don't kill you now, we'll still kill you after we get the treasure."

"In that case, you'd better set off as soon as possible."

Hongxiu and Ding'an felt a chill run down their spines, their throats went dry. They had seen inhumanity before, but never anything this inhuman!

Compared to him, Feilong was practically an "innocent youth."

"You're such a pervert!" Ren Shaoyang said. "Even if Feilong hadn't died at our hands, he would have died at yours."

“That’s right.” The Blood Blade Ancestor was extremely calm, then his face turned ferocious. “When he asked me for a 50/50 split, he was already asking for death. Even if I love him, I will still kill him!”

"But his life belongs to me. If you kill him, you will have a blood feud with me, understand?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Want to avenge your concubine?"

Blood Blade Ancestor nodded and said, "Yes."

Ren Shaoyang asked, "What about the treasure?"

Blood Blade Ancestor looked at the woman at his feet and laughed, "Kill her first, then take her. It's not a conflict."

"Haha!" Ren Shaoyang pointed at the severed heads on the ground. "You killed your own people, how can you fight us?"

Blood Blade Ancestor suddenly burst into laughter, his loud laughter shaking the roof tiles. He raised his fist, full of confidence.

"Who said I'm going to fight you all by myself?"

Suddenly, he raised the wine jug and poured out the wine, splashing it onto the woman's face at his feet. The woman closed her eyes tightly and let out a sob.

Blood Blade Ancestor roared, "Ding Dian, why aren't you coming out here?" He licked his lips, "Otherwise, I'll rape and kill your lover right in front of you!"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang out: "Blood Blade Ancestor, how dare you!"

Blood Saber Ancestor laughed, "Do you think I dare? Come out here!"

(End of this chapter)