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

Chapter 541 He's My Brother
The night was cool and still, the moon shone with silver light, reflecting the thin mist, making it exceptionally enchanting.

Although the sky was dark and the tracks on the ground were becoming increasingly blurred, the mountain path was barely visible.

Hongxiu, carrying a roast duck in one hand, skipped along the narrow mountain path, thinking that if Brother Donkey and Fatty Tiger were here, she could just sit and go to the villa.

Thinking of the separation from Shaoyang and Ding'an, she couldn't help but sigh: "We're separated again, and we have to start looking for them all over again."

The little beggar suddenly clapped his hands: "Since that's the case, why don't I become famous and let the whole world know that I am Ren Hongxiu? Then Shaoyang and Ding'an will naturally come looking for me!"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, my stomach rumbled loudly, and my eyebrows drooped.

"No, we need to find some seasonings first to prepare the roast duck!"

A flash of blood, like a gentle breeze, swept across the peach grove, flew over a narrow stone plank road, and at the end of the plank road, a bright light appeared before their eyes. Suddenly, the mountain path turned and the valley opened up, revealing a large manor with green tiles and white walls, covering several miles in circumference, standing in the woods.

A small face peeked out from behind a red sleeve. Seeing the beautiful flowers and trees all around the manor and the magnificent buildings, she chuckled and said, "She certainly knows how to enjoy life!" As she spoke, she had already drifted into the manor.

Inside the main hall of the manor, Fang La sat in the main seat, with several high-ranking members of the sect seated below him.

The leader, dressed in silver robes and a jade crown, was none other than Fang Jie, one of the Four Envoys and Fang La's nephew.

Fang Jie stood up and exclaimed, "Master, has Master Bao really met with misfortune in Zhongnan Mountain?"

"How could this be?" Monk Deng Yuanjue of Baoguang also didn't believe it and shouted, "With the Celestial Master's abilities, who could kill him? Could it be that Ding Chunqiu has betrayed us?" He slammed his hand on the table, which shattered into pieces with a crack, and said sternly, "I've long disliked this kid, a traitor!"

Fang La remained silent, his expression still grim.

At this moment, a scout entered and bowed, reporting, "Master, news has arrived from Zhongnan Mountain."

Fang La raised his eyebrows sharply, his eyes gleaming: "Speak!"

"The Celestial Master died at the hands of Ren Shaoyang in white robes, and even Ding Chunqiu was killed by him."

"What?" Fang Jie exclaimed in surprise, "There's such a master in Zhongnan Mountain?" He looked at Deng Yuanjue, "Master, have you heard of this person's name?"

Deng Yuanjue shook his head and said, "I have no recollection of it."

Fang Jie glanced around, and everyone else shook their heads.

"White robe, Ren Shaoyang." Fang La sat upright in the seat of honor, reading in a low voice, then looked up at the scout, "Anything else?"

"Ren Shaoyang's origins are unknown. As soon as he appeared on the outskirts of Zhongnan Mountain, he killed the elite of the Xingxiu Sect, dismembered Qingcheng Wunian Daoist, killed Master Bao, and finally destroyed the Xingxiu Sect at the Quanzhen Mountain Gate."

“So cruel?!”

Upon hearing this, everyone's pupils dilated and they gasped in shock.

Fang La's expression also turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "His murderous aura is earth-shattering. When did such a murderous bastard appear in the martial world?"

Fang Jie asked, "What does he look like? What weapon does he use? Where is he from?"

The scout said, "Ren Shaoyang likes to wear white robes and uses a red sword as his weapon. Judging from his accent, he should be from Yan and Zhao."

After hearing this, Fang Jie pondered for a few moments, then looked at Fang La with a solemn expression and said, "Master, this man is so capable, we cannot underestimate him."

"He's ruthless and leaves no room for compromise; he's an enemy, not a friend. Perhaps I should take some men over to scout him out first?"

Fang La coldly said, "Master Bao's martial arts are on par with yours. Even he is no match for Ren Shaoyang. If you go there, how is it any different from a lamb entering a tiger's den?"

"But."

Seeing that Fang Jie still wanted to try, Fang La waved his hand to stop him and said with a sigh, "I will personally lead a group to go there."

"No!"

"Master, why risk your life?"

Deng Yuanjue said urgently, "Master, the Northern Expedition against Lingjiu Palace is imminent. If you personally lead the expedition to Zhongnan Mountain, who will take charge of the overall situation? The court's 'King of Boxing' Jin Tai and his disciple Zhou Tong are both keeping an eye on us!"

There's no need to worry about this.

Fang La stood up and said in a deep voice, "Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun have a deep-seated grudge. As long as we spread the news that 'Yu Linglong' is in Ren Shaoyang's hands, they will go to Zhongnan Mountain to make a scene."

"When the three of them are engaged in a fierce battle in Zhongnan Mountain, how can Jin Tai and his disciples sit idly by?"

He suddenly looked at Fang Jie: "When the time comes, we will seize this god-given opportunity and take Kunlun Bright Peak directly. Let it become the future rising place of our Zoroastrianism!"

Fang Jie said, "Master, then you should go to Zhongnan Mountain."

Fang La laughed and said, "Are you worried that something bad will happen to me?"

Fang Jie lowered his head: "Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun's martial arts are unfathomable, and even Ren Shaoyang is ruthless and vicious. If these three were to fight, even Jin Tai might not be able to withstand it, let alone the sect leader."

"rest assured!"

Fang La laughed heartily and said confidently, "My 'Great Shift of Heaven and Earth' has broken through to the seventh level. My understanding of the Yin and Yang principles is unprecedented, and I have created a unique skill."

Upon hearing this, everyone cheered. Deng Yuanjue exclaimed, "Master, what kind of divine skill is this?"

As the leader of the sect, Fang La had repeatedly defeated powerful enemies over the years, making him the most outstanding figure in the world. Everyone in the sect was convinced of his abilities. Upon hearing this, they all held their breath and looked at Fang La with anticipation in their eyes.

"Hahaha!"

Fang La laughed proudly, enunciating each word clearly: "Ultimately strong and fierce, gathering yang energy into one! This is called the 'Strange Scripture of the Yang World'!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed and shouted, "With our leader here, our great cause is in sight! We swear to follow him to the death!"

"Indeed, Master, your martial arts are unparalleled and your strategies are extraordinary. With you as our leader, the Song Dynasty soldiers are nothing but paper, utterly vulnerable!"

The crowd grew increasingly enthusiastic, everyone eager to join Fang La in his campaigns across the land, ready to fight and battle. Suddenly, Fang La's expression changed drastically. He looked up at the door and shouted, "Who goes there?!"

The Zoroastrian headquarters manor was deathly silent at night, with only the footsteps of the night patrol guards echoing through the corridors.

The sound of footsteps on the roof was very soft, but it still did not escape Fang La's ears.

Swish swish swish swish~!

The four nodded to each other, darted out the door, and, with the agility of dragons, leaped straight onto the roof.

bass!
The sky and earth turned red, and a resounding clang erupted.

The sound was extremely loud!
Almost all the experts in the manor opened their eyes at the same time.

The silence was broken in the next moment.

A figure flashed down, and Fang La led the group into the courtyard. Then the gate suddenly opened, and increasingly chaotic footsteps came from all directions. The sounds of stomping, running, and jumping were incessant, and heads surged in.

Everyone looked up and gasped in shock!
What had been a dark and silent place suddenly lit up with a spark of blood-red light, flickering like a firefly. Then, as if a plague were spreading, the blood-red light intensified in the sky and on the ground, converging into a stream that meandered toward the crowd.

"What kind of evil technique is this?" Fang Jie gasped.

Many experts were also surprised, wondering what kind of martial art this was and why they had never seen it before.

"This is swordsmanship!"

Fang La's expression was unusually solemn as he stared intently at the blood-red light. "It's a strange sword intent that permeates the surrounding light and shadow with killing intent and bloodlust. Such a heavy demonic nature!"

Before the words were finished, a clear phoenix cry burst forth from the blood-red light, initially like the undulating waves of pine trees, gradually gaining the momentum of a mountain collapsing and the sea splitting.

The people in the courtyard were shocked by the sound of the sword, their legs trembled and they lost their footing.

Seeing this, Fang Jie shouted, "Fire arrows! Fire arrows!"

Once everyone realized what was happening, a barrage of arrows pierced the air, but they were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

"Thief, why don't you surrender!"

Deng Yuanjue roared, his anger blazing: "How dare you act so presumptuously in the Fire Worship Sect! Today is your death day!"

In the darkness, no one answered; only a few hissing sounds were heard, and a figure flickered, leaving only a few scattered bloodstains.

Immediately afterwards, a series of creaking sounds of tiles being crushed underfoot rang out.

"Not good!" Fang La's eyes widened, and he shouted sharply.

Clang!
The sound of weapons being sheathed suddenly rang out.

Then came a delicate laugh, and a petite woman dressed in a blood-red ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), carrying two swords on her back, slowly emerged from the night, holding four heads in her arms.

His head and face were filled with a bewildered expression, clearly indicating that he hadn't even had time to react before being beheaded with a single blow.

Fang Jie's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Lü Shinang, Bai Qin, Du Wei, Qian Zhenpeng!"

These four were all rare masters in the Zoroastrian Church, fierce generals who fought on the battlefield. No one expected that they would be beheaded in their own headquarters!
Suddenly, the sound of water was heard, and the stench of blood filled the courtyard.

However, the blood of four headless corpses on the roof flowed out in torrents, spreading like streams and forming ravines between the tiles, gushing down.

The woman in red sleeves glanced around disdainfully and casually tossed her head aside.

A dark figure suddenly appeared, moving with lightning speed, catching the head and landing gracefully.

Fang La looked at the head in his hand, sighed deeply, and said with red eyes, "Four brothers, you died before you could achieve your goals. I, Fang, will definitely avenge you!" After saying that, he looked up at Hongxiu and said coldly, "Who are you, and why did you come to my Fire Worship Sect to commit murder?"

Hongxiu chuckled: "My name is Ren Hongxiu." As she spoke, she picked up a roast duck, "Originally, I was just borrowing some seasonings to prepare the roast duck."

"Treat roast duck?"

Everyone was stunned, looked at each other in bewilderment, and the scene fell silent.

"Bullshit!" Fang La suddenly frowned and said angrily, "Why would you kill my brother just for roast duck?"

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Hongxiu’s soft sigh came.

Fang La's eyes turned cold: "What's wrong with it? I'd like to ask you."

Fang Jie couldn't contain his anger: "Master, why waste words with her?" His eyes turned bloodshot, and he was about to draw his sword and attack.

Fang La raised his hand to press him down and said in a deep voice, "This woman's origins are unknown, and her martial arts are strange. We must not act rashly."

Fang Jie said urgently, "Master, killing someone is just a matter of beheading them..."

Fang La glared and said, "Shut up!"

Fang Jie always trusted his uncle, so he just took a couple of deep breaths, stomped his foot, sighed angrily, and retreated.

Suddenly, Hongxiu chuckled, "Fang La, if you want to overthrow the entire Song Dynasty, I don't care, I might even applaud and cheer. But your biggest mistake was trying to harm Ren Shaoyang."

"Ren Shaoyang?" Fang La was taken aback, looking at the woman in red on the roof. "What's your relationship with him?"

"He's my brother."

Hongxiu spoke calmly, enunciating each word clearly.

Fang La's pupils shrank sharply. Even with his many clever schemes, he never expected that the god of death, Ren Shaoyang, would have such a terrifying younger sister.

(End of this chapter)