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

Chapter 551 The Storm Rises Again at Swallow's Nest (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Outside Chang'an city, the banks of the Wei River were quiet; the cold wind had gone far away, but its echoes could still be heard.

Heavy snow continued to fall, gradually covering up the traces of the great battle.

All the martial artists present looked up and saw a huge ice hole opening in the river, the cracks spreading continuously. The river water surged, carrying up silt, and countless fish floated to the surface, their white bellies exposed.

Looking around at this apocalyptic scene, everyone's throats bobbed. They thought to themselves that the Child Granny and the Empress Dowager were beyond the reach of ordinary people, but the Sword God's methods were even more extraordinary!

Among the crowd, some spectators looked grave and hurriedly returned to Chang'an City.

Most of them were agents sent by the righteous sects of the Central Plains and the imperial court. Besides their purpose of gathering information, they also hoped that the Sword God would suffer a crushing defeat.

After all, the emergence of a peerless swordsman will inevitably lead to a redistribution of resources, which is inconsistent with their interests.

Therefore, the current outcome is truly difficult for them to accept.

Is it a good thing or a bad thing that the world has gained a ruthless sword god?
Of course, what they didn't know was that there were two others as fierce as Ren Shaoyang, and even three more beasts that had disappeared without a trace.

Amidst everyone's attention, the Sword God, clad in a white robe, blended into the vast white world.

He first attacked Jintai, then fought against two top masters from the Xiaoyao Sect; the danger was self-evident.

Standing on the banks of the Wei River, he calmed his breathing and blood, and in a moment the sword blade was swiftly withdrawn into his sleeve. Gazing at the northern scenery, his expression was serene.

To everyone else, the snowflakes fell like goose feathers, and a man in white robes stood alone with his sword, facing the world.

Such a scene is unforgettable.

Suddenly a cheer was heard, and Ah Zi came running over, jumping and laughing, waving her hands wildly, shouting from afar, "Young Master won! He won!"

Ren Shaoyang raised his hand and said with a smile, "Alright, let's go."

Azi's vision blurred as her forehead was pressed against something, causing her to freeze in place.

She chuckled, "Happy for you, young master!" Her eyes darted around, then she suddenly looked at Zhuo Bufan, squinting, and said, "Old widower, come and hit me!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention to the "Sword God of the South".

Zhuo Bufan's face turned ashen. He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Mountains may change, but rivers will turn. We'll meet again!" With that, he turned to leave.

Azi was furious and yelled, "You think you can just walk away after messing with me?" She rolled up her sleeves and was about to attack.

Ren Shaoyang twisted his wrist, and A Zi cried out "Ouch!" as she landed behind him.

He looked up, his gaze indifferent: "Zhuo Bufan, he just left like that?"

Everyone gasped and looked at the departing green figure.

Zhuo Bufan paused, a bitter look appearing on his brow, but he didn't turn around. Instead, he moved his feet even faster and ran away!
"Hmph!" Ren Shaoyang snorted coldly, "You rat."

The sound wasn't extremely loud, but it traveled very far, echoing around the surrounding mountains.

Zhuo Bufan was suddenly startled. He turned his head and saw that the scenery around him had changed quietly. The heavy snow stopped abruptly, and an invisible force, like a raging storm, rushed towards him, heading straight for his head.

"Oh!"

Zhuo Bufan covered his head and screamed, flying backwards for more than ten feet before landing hard on his back.

He felt the sound pierce his eardrums and go straight to his head, causing him unbearable pain. He dared not linger, got up, and stumbled away.

"Ah, is it a lion's roar? Or is it exhaling a sword? A lion's roar, exhaling a sword!"

He screamed repeatedly and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Even if he's cured, he'll still be crippled. It's a waste of medicine." He turned and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Azi quickly followed, smiling happily: "Young master did well! This person has a foul mouth and deserves to be punished!"

The master and servant slowly disappeared into the snow-covered landscape.

Such a scene is destined to be unforgettable for everyone.

"Without a doubt," someone sighed, "there is only one Sword God in the martial world, and that is Sword God Ren."

A powerful figure from Guanzhong exclaimed excitedly, "I never imagined that such a talented person would emerge from Guanzhong!"

A swordsman sighed, "Following the Yue Maiden and the White Ape, and Pei Min of the early Tang Dynasty, the Sword God can be said to be unparalleled throughout the ages."

"A new pinnacle has emerged," a seasoned veteran of the martial arts world sighed, stroking his beard. "And I remain stagnant."
-
Just as everyone outside Chang'an was talking and cheering.

Ten miles away in a mountain valley, two figures suddenly appeared, each step covering several feet, their movements like ghosts.

Thump, thump!
The two revealed themselves and fell to the ground.

But their hair was gray, their white clothes were stained with blood, and they had hideous sword wounds on their chests. Their once fair and delicate skin was now wrinkled, making them look decades older.

"Senior sister, you're still alive?" Li Qiushui wiped the sweat from her forehead, looking back repeatedly with lingering fear.

Wu Xingyun sneered and sat up cross-legged: "You're as scared as a quail, yet you still dare to provoke me."

"Pah!" Li Qiushui spat and said coldly, "If it weren't for my miraculous power of using 'Rose Cloud Sway' to transfer the sword, you and I would have been shattered long ago."

"What a joke!" Wu Xingyun sneered. "If I hadn't used my 'Supreme Skill' to block that fatal sword strike, you bastard would be dead long ago!"

"Witch Dwarf!"

"Slut Li!"

Two elderly women, nearly a hundred years old, sat on the snow and began hurling insults at each other. After a while, they suddenly stopped and remained silent for a long time.

Li Qiushui sneered: "Senior sister, you've really ruined your reputation in this battle. That guy surnamed Ren will probably use your name to rise to the top."

“You’re no less impressive.” Wu Xingyun’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. “You were defeated in a single move, which left me dumbfounded.”

"You!" Li Qiushui's phoenix eyes widened. "If I had the Northern Darkness Rebirth Technique and the Jade Linglong, how could I have lost?"

Wu Xingyun coughed twice, more blood gushing from his chest: "We've searched for the Jade Linglong in the vast sea, but there's no trace of it, and Master hasn't seen us either."

"You tell me, after we've been beaten like this, when we go to see our master," Li Qiushui's eyes darted around, "would he come out of seclusion?"

Wu Xingyun laughed and said, "Master is a cultivator of immortality; he has no humanity."

Li Qiushui didn't reply, she just watched her quietly.

The valley remained quiet for a long time.

Wu Xingyun was silent for a while, then said, "Ren Shaoyang's swordsmanship is too high, and he can resist the repulsion of heaven and earth. Apart from Master and Jintai, no one is his match."

Li Qiushui nodded and sighed deeply: "This person is extremely cruel. I still feel like I have thorns in my back. How about you?"

“Same,” Wu Xingyun said calmly.

Li Qiushui said, "So, no matter where we run, he will definitely chase after us."

Wu Xingyun asked, "What do you want to say?"

Li Qiushui said earnestly, "We have been fighting for seventy years. Now that we are facing a formidable enemy, how about we set aside our hatred and join forces?"

"can."

Wu Xingyun said these words calmly, but Li Qiushui's expression changed. She struggled to get up and smiled, "Senior Sister, you truly have a great spirit."

"Killing you is my belief. If I can't get past the Sword God, everything is meaningless." Wu Xingyun stood up and said calmly.

"Well said!" Li Qiushui laughed heartily, giving a thumbs up. "Likewise!"

Wu Xingyun remained noncommittal, looking down at the bleeding sword wound, his face pale, and asked, "Where do we go to heal?"

“Let’s go to Swallow’s Nest.” Li Qiushui pulled off her water sleeves and bandaged her chest and abdomen as she walked. “There are the sacred healing medicines of our Free and Unfettered Sect there. Let’s recover first.”

"Ha, you really are vicious," Wu Xingyun mocked, "shifting the blame to the Murong family."

Li Qiushui curled her lips into a smile: "Don't underestimate the Murong family."

"What do you mean?" Wu Xingyun frowned. "After Murong Bo, there are still experts?"

“A few years ago, the Murong family had a sword aura that soared into the sky and traversed the heavens,” Li Qiushui said with a smile. “After making many inquiries, I learned that it was actually caused by a woman who had comprehended a sword technique on her own!”

Wu Xingyun's eyes widened: "There's another expert?" He asked, "What's their name?"

"Her name is Murong Yan."
-
Three days after the Battle of Chang'an, the name of the Sword God had spread like wildfire throughout the land.

Countless swordsmen, their hearts filled with excitement, rushed to the banks of the Wei River to observe the site of this battle, hoping to gain some insight into the spirit of the Sword God.

In just a few days, swordsmen from all over the world have been arriving in droves, and this trend is likely to continue.

Besides seeking enlightenment by the Wei River, these people also wanted to go to Zhongnan Mountain to meet the Sword God.

Upon arriving at the ancestral temple of Quanzhen, they were told that the Sword God had gone far away and his whereabouts were unknown.

These people harbored great ambitions, hoping to rise to the top in one step, but they were too late. The great swordsman had already gone far away. They were all stunned on the spot, and their frustration was beyond words. Some even beat their chests and stomped their feet, crying bitterly.

Just as the north was being stirred up by the Sword God.

The scenery in Jiangnan remains enchanting, with a gentle breeze that is truly captivating.

Inside the Swallow's Nest Pavilion.

Hongxiu lay leisurely in a rocking chair, holding a book, with a cup of tea beside her.

The tea soup is clear, with dark green tea leaves floating on it, like tiny beads covered with fine down. A gentle breeze carries its fragrance throughout the room.

This tea comes from Taihu Lake and is called "Xia Sha Ren Xiang" by the locals, which is the "Biluochun" of later generations.

While Ren Shaoyang was fighting to the death in Chang'an, Ding'an was still struggling to get enough to eat at Shaolin Temple.

The woman was surrounded by incense, books, and tea, looking quite relaxed.

Outside the window, pure white clouds floated, and wisps of smoke swirled. Amidst the misty rain, a transcendent atmosphere wafted over.

"My goodness!" Hongxiu took a sip of fragrant tea and sighed contentedly, "Everyone says that people from Jiangnan know how to enjoy life, and this scene is truly wonderful."

The little beggar suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, "So refreshing!"

"You, you, just 'enjoyed yourself'?"

A man in a green robe strolled in from the doorway, a slight bitter smile on his face.

Hongxiu glanced sideways at him, and Zhu Bajie gulped down his tea like he was eating a ginseng fruit, then sneered:

"What's it to you if I want to?"

(End of this chapter)