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

Chapter 567 You are here too
"Dragon Balls are Dragon Balls, there are no stars involved."

Xiaoyaozi glanced at him sideways and said, "I've figured it out. You just like to say strange things."

Ren Shaoyang stared at the painting for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is one of my few hobbies."

Xiaoyaozi looked surprised: "I always thought you were a cold person."

"Don't judge a book by its cover; there are plenty of people who are cold on the outside but warm on the inside."

“That makes sense.” Xiaoyaozi nodded and smiled. “I have been traveling the world for many years. When I encounter people with cold expressions, most of the men are secretly lustful and the women are secretly charming.”

"You old geezer, you can't stop talking about lewd things," Ren Shaoyang chuckled.

"Heh, the old Taoist is a hundred years old," Xiaoyaozi said calmly. "Do as you please."

Ren Shaoyang suddenly frowned and asked, "Are you nervous?"

"Why does Sword God Ren ask that?"

"You're acting too deliberately."

"Is it that obvious?" Xiaoyaozi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, "Looks like I'm really getting old."

"That's no excuse for your series of blunders," Ren Shaoyang snorted. "You think they'll be grateful for saving Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui?"

Xiaoyaozi was silent for a moment, then sighed deeply: "Xingyun and Qiushui, after all, are people I've watched grow up."

"Then do you think they'll take advantage of your misfortune?"

Xiaoyaozi's gaze swept over him, and he sighed softly, saying, "Unfortunately, I am not as ruthless as you."

Ren Shaoyang snorted coldly: "Unfortunately, I'm not as sentimental as you."

Xiaoyaozi felt a slight pang in his heart, and said casually, "As long as Canghai can live, what does it matter if I die?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head, got up and walked to the window, looking outside.

This place is a small valley, surrounded by mountains of dark green on three sides, with gentle, undulating slopes. A clear stream flows gently from the valley, its bottom crystal clear, revealing colorful stones and small fish.

"It would be such a pity if such a beautiful place were destroyed."

Xiaoyaozi said, "Heaven and earth are nothing but a training ground. One's body is in the mortal world, but one's heart is beyond heaven. In the end, it's all about cultivation."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and smiled: "Nonsense, I'm afraid even you don't believe it."

Xiaoyaozi chuckled and said, "I just said it offhand."

Ren Shaoyang looked at the sunny day and suddenly said, "The sun is shining so brightly. It's a pity we don't have a zither. On a day like this, we could play a tune called 'Flowing Water Melody' by the stream."

With a casual wave of his hand, Xiaoyaozi sent a scorched-tail zither flying out of the cabinet and handing it to the white-robed man.

"please!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, indicating that the Jiao Wei Qin should be put aside, and then, following the fifth finger, he began to play the guzheng.

Xiaoyaozi was a man of many talents, a leading master of the qin (a seven-stringed zither) in his time, with profound knowledge of music. But when he heard Ren Shaoyang play, he was immediately stunned.

Ren Shaoyang played extremely slowly, yet his movements were clear and precise, each press, flick, swipe, and sweep executed with calmness and accuracy, as if measured with a ruler. What was even more admirable was his restrained demeanor, yet his expression remained detached, his eyes as calm as still water, as if the act of playing had nothing to do with him.

The notes flowed smoothly from his fingers, perfectly still.

The room was eerily quiet, and even Xiaoyaozi was momentarily stunned. He felt as if the Way of Joy was a smooth and easy path in this person's hands. He was shocked, but also felt lost, with an emptiness in his heart and nothing to rely on.

With a clang, the zither stopped, its strings swaying gently, and Xiaoyaozi suddenly realized what was happening.

Looking closely, he saw Ren Shaoyang looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

Xiaoyaozi sighed, "The sound of heaven is nothing more than this!"

"Clean the house first." Ren Shaoyang turned to look out the window, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes gleamed. "Then welcome the guests."

"I was wrong," Xiaoyaozi sighed. "I underestimated them."

"No!" Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "Wu Xingyun truly loves Li Canghai, and Li Qiushui wants 'Yu Linglong,' that hasn't changed. You're just stupid." After saying that, he stood up, pushed open the door and walked out, gazing into the distance with his hands in his sleeves.

Soon, several black dots appeared in the mountains, flashing rapidly.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be several familiar faces.

Li Qiushui, Kumārajīva, Murong Bo, and Wu Xingyun.

"Li Qiushui, Wu Xingyun, you still dare to come?!" A figure flashed, and Xiaoyaozi stood in front, shouting coldly.

Li Qiushui still wore a sweet smile, but when she looked at Xiaoyaozi, her eyes showed a hint of melancholy. She said with a coquettish laugh, "Master, why didn't you see me when we were at Yanziwu? I don't believe you were blind."

Xiaoyaozi coldly said, "Our relationship has long been severed. Li Qiushui, you married far away to Xixia and passed on our sect's martial arts to outsiders, which is a grave taboo." He then looked at Kumārajīva, "Has this foreign monk practiced the 'Lesser Formless Skill'?"

Li Qiushui shook her head and sighed, "Master, you're getting old." Then she put her hands on her hips and smiled, "Very well, now that we've severed all ties, I have no more reservations about taking action." At this moment, her words were full of confidence. Ren Shaoyang frowned, looking at Li Qiushui with a strange expression in his eyes.

Li Qiushui sensed something, turned her head and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Sword God Ren."

"Hello," Ren Shaoyang replied casually, then asked, "What kind of backer have you found?"

Li Qiushui chuckled softly and sighed, "Ren Jianshen will find out soon enough."

Ren Shaoyang frowned as he looked at her, trying to discern something amiss.

Suddenly, a cold snort rang out: "You old geezer, give me back the Canghai!" A woman in white appeared in the arena.

In less than half a month, Wu Xingyun's powers were fully restored, her black hair cascading down her back, making her stunningly beautiful.

"You dare to challenge me?" Xiaoyaozi said coldly. "If it weren't for you back then, would Canghai have died?"

"I don't care!" Wu Xingyun said coldly, "I don't want to be separated from Canghai again, and I won't allow you to defile her!"

Xiaoyaozi shook his head: "Impossible."

Wu Xingyun slowly walked forward: "No one can stop me from reuniting with Canghai today, not even the heavens!" He stomped his foot, and with a boom, he suddenly leaped up and attacked Xiaoyaozi from mid-air.

Her "Eight Desolations and Six Directions, I Alone Am Supreme" technique was already violent and domineering, capable of destroying everything. Now, as she descended from high above, its momentum became several times stronger.

Xiaoyaozi coldly said, "Good, very good!" Facing the force of the punch, he shook his body, and a surge of righteous energy rushed out.

hum!
Two powerful forces filled the heavens and earth, and in the blink of an eye, they suppressed Wu Xingyun's momentum.

Xiaoyaozi let out a deep shout and took a step forward. Wu Xingyun was forced backward by the force of the energy and landed on a tree.

Suddenly, everyone saw a white shadow flicker before their eyes. Xiaoyaozi was already in front of them, pointing his fingers rapidly.

With a few thuds, Murong Bo and the other two coughed up blood and retreated in horror.

Looking again, one could see Xiaoyaozi and Li Qiushui appearing as if from the first wisps of smoke, multiplying from one to ten, then from ten to a hundred, roaming the entire courtyard, sometimes merging and sometimes separating, growing in number and filling the whole courtyard.

Just then, Li Qiushui suddenly shouted, "Senior sister, aren't you going to make a move? Are you going to kick me when I'm down?"

"Hmph!" Wu Xingyun sneered, "You bitch, I'm here!" He flipped his hand and unleashed a burst of scorching energy.

"You two come at me together, what do I have to fear?"

Xiaoyaozi shouted sharply, then suddenly flashed out, his palm thrusting out with force as solid as a mountain and as strong as a wall.

Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui were completely blocked off from all sides, and had no way to go except to take a direct hit.

The two women were about to join forces to take his palm strike when the wind from his palm came rushing towards them like a sharp blade, severing their hair buns and leaving their hair in disarray.

Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui took the full force of the palm strike, their faces instantly turning deathly pale and their blood rushing to their heads. Knowing that all their skills were taught by Xiaoyaozi and that they were truly no match for him, they immediately dodged to the side.

"Boom!"

In the distance, a sloping peak stretched out, leaving a huge palm print, with rocks flying everywhere, exploding and collapsing.
Murong Bo and his son, along with Kumārajīva, had never seen such divine power before. They were all dumbfounded, frozen in place like wooden or clay sculptures.

Xiaoyaozi let his sleeves fall and laughed, "How unwise you are!" With a flash, he struck again with a palm.

Everyone felt a strange force filling the heavens and earth, like a flood bursting its banks and surging forth.

This palm strike doesn't even need to land properly; just a slight misdirection of force will be enough to kill Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui. They won't even be able to keep their bodies intact.

Seeing this, everyone sighed inwardly and felt a pang of pity.

Ren Shaoyang, who had been watching from the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, suddenly froze, his gaze shooting like lightning towards a certain empty space.

Suddenly, a large, broad hand appeared out of thin air, gently grabbing and holding Xiaoyaozi's palm.

*Pop*, as if someone had farted, a soft sound.

The earth-shattering palm force of Xiaoyaozi actually vanished without a trace in this one grab!
The next moment, a strange phenomenon occurred.

A solid and weighty Tai Chi Bagua diagram slowly unfolds and freezes in the void.

Everyone stood frozen in place, as if the world had suddenly darkened, leaving them bewildered and lost in a nightmare. A deathly silence filled the room; not a single person could utter a sound.

Xiaoyaozi also looked bewildered, his body trembling slightly. He looked on in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that this person could appear here and collude with Wu Xingyun and the others.

Only Ren Shaoyang slowly lowered his hand and said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect you to come too!" He said, enunciating each word clearly, "Marshal Jin!"

That's right, the person who came was none other than the invincible "King of Boxing".

Golden platform!

(End of this chapter)