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

Chapter 589, Part Two: Helping Me Cultivate (Part Two)
"Cough cough!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang coughed and said, "The Fahai you're talking about isn't the white-bearded old man, but the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon?"

"Yes," Ding An nodded repeatedly.

Ren Shaoyang rubbed his temples, dipped his finger in wine, drew a portrait on the table, and pointed at it, saying, "Isn't that what the woman looks like?"

Several people craned their necks to look.

Hongxiu exclaimed, "Oh my, these two girls are so beautiful!"

Ding An said, "That's right, the one on the left is Xiaoqing, and the one on the right is Bai Suzhen."

Xiao Feng glanced at it twice and couldn't help but shake his head, saying, "She is beautiful, but she looks effeminate and doesn't seem like a decent person."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You're right, these two aren't human."

"Not human?" Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened suddenly. "Could it really be a demon?"

"So, Brother Xiao, you've finally figured it out after all this time?" Ren Shaoyang nodded immediately. "It's a demon!"

Xiao Feng abruptly stood up, paced back and forth a couple of times, and shook his head violently, saying, "Such legendary things are simply not true."

He wanted to say "impossible," but when he caught a glimpse of the smiling Hongxiu and the golden bowl in Ding'an's hand, he swallowed the words back.

Yes, if Hongxiu can travel back sixty years, why can't Ding'an encounter a demon?
Ding An scratched his head, puzzled, and asked, "Crippled man, how do you know what these two snakes look like?"

Ren Shaoyang sighed: "Fahai has appeared. Is it really that hard to connect him with the famous White Snake and Xiaoqing?"

"Ah?" Hongxiu leaned closer and exclaimed, "If you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have recognized you as Lady White Snake!" She looked up at Ding'an and said, "How did Xiaoqing end up having an affair with Fahai?" As she spoke, she looked him up and down, "And, old Fahai looks exactly like you, just like Junior Sister Feng!"

"That's right!" Ren Shaoyang sighed. "Fahai actually had an affair with Xiaoqing, and you, who look exactly like him, caught them in the act. Really..."

Ren Shaoyang and the little beggar exchanged a glance, grinned mischievously, and exclaimed in unison, "This is so exciting!"

"Oh dear, what are you saying?" Xiao Feng was both amused and exasperated.

Ding An was also taken aback, scratched his head and laughed, "I also find it amazing." He paused and said, "But Fahai can definitely not be called righteous and awe-inspiring."

Hongxiu asked, "Why?"

Ding An said, "He's not clean."

Ren Shaoyang said in a deep voice, "This monk Fahai was taken advantage of by his desires and inner demons." He shrugged and said, "He looks serious on the surface, but in reality, he has long been corrupted by the six senses."

"Oh~ I see!" The little beggar suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "Isn't this big monk the opposite of Ding'an?"

Xiao Feng asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Hongxiu counted on her fingers, “Look! Ding’an is carefree and unrestrained, while Fahai is conservative and bound by tradition; Ding’an hates evil and loves good, while Fahai cannot distinguish between good and evil; Ding’an does whatever he wants, while Fahai avoids him like the plague.” After saying this, she took a sip of tea to moisten her throat and continued, “But in the final analysis, it is the difference between the persistence and wavering of one’s beliefs.”

"I understand."

Xiao Feng sighed, "It's truly fate that Fahai, trapped in a demonic realm, met Ding'an."

"Haha." Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and laughed. "Two identical people, one rejected by Heaven, the other favored by Heaven and Earth. Doesn't this prove the saying—supernatural powers cannot overcome fate?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng and the little beggar nodded in agreement, turning to look at Ding An, anticipating what would happen next.

Ren Shaoyang, meanwhile, played with the "Eight Sounds Aperture," smiled faintly, and thought to himself, "The Sword Realm!"

brush!
The white-robed man's vision blurred, and a tremendous power suddenly erupted, abruptly changing the world.

Light emanated from all directions, layering and overlapping, as if a huge eight-petaled flower bloomed in his eyes, radiating a brilliant light, and instantly engulfed the figure in white robes.

When Ren Shaoyang looked up again, he found himself sitting by the Jian River.

Whoosh!

The river surged and roared incessantly.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the Jian River, which was as wide as the sea, paused for a moment, squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and threw it into the river from a distance.

With a single wave, the soil vanishes without a trace.

"Hey boss, now that you're here, stop playing hide-and-seek," Ren Shaoyang laughed. "Are you trying to hide like an elephant behind a toothpick, burying your head in the sand?"

Seeing that the surroundings were still quiet, Ren Shaoyang snorted coldly and raised the "Eight Sounds Aperture" as if to throw it.

"Hey, hey! Don't throw it!"

Suddenly, a burly figure emerged from behind the tortoise shell, chuckling sheepishly, "Just kidding, why are you so angry?"

Ren Shaoyang curled his lip and said, "A grandmaster of unparalleled stature, playing hide-and-seek with me?"

Yan Ben laughed heartily: "What's wrong? I'm willing."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Fine, fine, you're willing, right?" He pretended to throw it again, "I'll smash this thing!"

"Don't bother me!"

Yan Ben shook his cloak, stepped forward, and shouted, "Are you a donkey?!" Before he finished speaking, he was already standing in front of Ren Shaoyang.

hum!
A strange aura spread out, and Ren Shaoyang felt wronged, as if he had no idea what to do or any thoughts. He lowered his head in dejection.

A long time passed, yet it also seemed like a moment.

Ren Shaoyang was startled and suddenly looked up, staring blankly at the big man, forgetting what to say.

Yan Ben was playing with the "Eight Sounds Aperture" when he laughed and said, "White Robe, I like this thing. It's rare, very rare!"

Ren Shaoyang realized what was happening and gave a wry smile: "The leader is all-powerful. Even the Great Sun Tathagata was captured by you. What's so difficult about a mere 'Eight Sounds Aperture'?"

"That one from the world of Fengyun is nothing but a Buddha!" ​​Yan Ben scoffed. "Just like King Kinnara, he's nothing more than a mere Dharma form." With that, he flipped his hand and put the Eight-Tone Aperture into his robes, looked up at him, and smiled, "You're not angry that I took it, are you?"

"Angry?" Ren Shaoyang shrugged. "How dare I get angry?"

Yan Ben laughed and said, "The way you put it, I sound like a bandit or a tyrant!"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways but didn't say anything.

Yan Ben coughed and said, "Alright, alright! I called you here not only because I coveted your Eight Sounds Technique, but also because I have two things to say."

Ren Shaoyang frowned, his expression shifting between light and shadow. After a long silence, he sighed softly, "What is it?"

Yan Ben stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "The first thing is that the three of you destroyed the Dharma form of King Kinnara. Your methods were too ruthless and too insulting! The Buddhist sect is unhappy and is coming to cause you trouble."

"Ha, let them come!" Ren Shaoyang sneered. "We three thugs will meet them head-on, and we'll deal with any challenge they bring!"

Yan Ben snorted and said, "This time, the true forms of the Eight Heavenly Dragons have come together."

Ren Shaoyang: (((Д;)))
Yan Ben chuckled and said, "What's wrong? Keep spouting tough talk."

Ren Shaoyang said with a bitter face, "Chief, the Buddhist sect is bullying people like this, you can't just stand by and do nothing." He scratched his head and imitated Ding An's silly smile, "After all, the little beggar is really related to you."

“You weren’t like this just now.” Yan Ben crossed his arms over his chest, his cloak fluttering in the wind. “Not arrogant anymore?” Ren Shaoyang sighed. “I’m not stupid.”

"Hahaha!"

Yan Ben laughed heartily and waved his cloak: "Don't worry, I've already taken care of them."

Ren Shaoyang was speechless upon hearing this.

Yan Ben glanced at him and said, "I gave them each a palm strike. The Eight Heavenly Dragons won't be coming anytime soon." He chuckled, "I've put in so much effort, why don't you take one of the Eight Sound Apertures? Isn't that a lot?"

“Not much, absolutely not much!” Ren Shaoyang nodded repeatedly. “If you still want more, I’ll lend you Ding’an. The two of you together, and I guarantee you can collect a huge pile!”

Yan Ben chuckled and said, "I have to admit Ding'an has some good luck." He nodded, "That's a good idea!"

Ren Shaoyang also looked delighted and laughed heartily.

You should know that their biggest backer is the big man in front of them. If Ding'an could learn even a move or two from him, wouldn't he be set for life?

Yan Ben patted him on the shoulder and said, "White Robe, your 'Harmonious Heaven Law' is very strong, extremely strong, but you are temporarily lacking in cultivation."

Ren Shaoyang humbly replied, "It's not as good as the champion's divine skill."

Yan Ben chuckled, looked up and gently patted the top of his head, and said, "After all, we are real relatives. If the Eight Heavenly Dragons come looking for trouble with you in the future, I, Yan, can't let you suffer, can I?"

As the burly man spoke, a strange shape suddenly appeared in his palm, and a strange force surged forth like an overwhelming force.

Ren Shaoyang then focused his mind, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

He suddenly revealed a very strange expression, seemingly both frightened and joyful, and stood there dumbfounded.

The next moment, Ren Shaoyang felt a heat in his chest, his head spun, and then his vision went black as he suddenly lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Ren Shaoyang slowly woke up, feeling as if his body was about to fall apart.

Unable to resist opening his eyes, he saw that the sky over the Sword Realm was about to darken, the setting sun was like gold, and the Sword Mountain and Sword River were gilded with a layer of gold and red. Yan Ben sat on the tortoise shell, gazing at the distant mountains.

"Boy, have you figured it out?" Yan Ben suddenly spoke, his brows furrowed with a refined and elegant air.

Ren Shaoyang opened his mouth, then said in a hoarse voice, "I, I..."

"What?" Yan Ben glanced at him and grinned mischievously. "You're not a boy anymore?"

"Hey, brother, what are you teasing me about?" Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, then bowed respectfully, "Thank you for passing on the 'Zhou Tian Liu Huo Gong' to me, Master!"

Yan Ben laughed and said, "We're all real relatives, there's no need to thank me." Then his expression turned serious and he said coldly, "Once you've digested this skill, go and deal with those Eight Heavenly Dragons properly."

Ren Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, flicked his sleeves, and said loudly, "I will certainly not disappoint the leader!" He paused, then asked, "Besides the Eight Heavenly Dragons, is there anything else?"

Yan Ben chuckled: "Did you organize a scheme, inviting swordsmen from all realms to duel in the Sword Realm?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "That's right, it's true."

"Forget about the Sword Realm." Yan Ben raised his thick eyebrows. "How about you come to my place for me, to give me face?"

"To your gladiatorial arena?"

Ren Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, then said, "Chief, you've already kidnapped all the gods and demons of the Wind and Cloud World, what's a few of us you're missing?"

"Ugh, just thinking about it makes me angry!" Yan Ben spat. "These good-for-nothings can only throw projectiles and destroy the arena; they have absolutely no aesthetic appeal in a duel. They almost ruined my reputation!"

Ren Shaoyang's eyes widened: "So, you've set your sights on me?"

"Yeah!" Yan Ben nodded with a smile, just like the little beggar, "After all, we're relatives!"

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "Since that's the case," and with a smirk, added, "Let's talk."

Yan Ben was taken aback, then chuckled and said, "You rascal."
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Fahai formed a hand seal, and a powerful force surged forth, fiercely slashing down towards Ding'an and Xiaoqing.

This caused them to become momentarily disoriented!
This monk's mudra is a secret art of Tantric Buddhism, drawing upon the most wondrous and solemn power in the universe. Once unleashed, how could human power possibly resist it?
However, Ding An was quite different. He possessed a variety of unique skills and had extraordinary cultivation. As soon as Ding An gathered his momentum, he concealed his body, hid his knife under his arm, and suddenly swung it out, which was the "Burning Passion" of the "Three Forms of Forgetfulness".

The "Three Forms of Forgetfulness" is a sword technique created by Ding Anhua after experiencing the tribulations of love. It aims to combine emotions and thoughts. Before the sword moves are even made, the intense and sorrowful power in the heart is already gathered, possessing great power that can shake the soul and is indestructible.

Because of its immense power, it is easy to unleash but difficult to control. If one's cultivation is insufficient, not only will one be unable to harm the enemy, but one will also be taken advantage of by desires and inner demons.

However, although Fahai was powerful, he was precisely the one who could overcome Ding'an. This was because Fahai was deeply trapped in the demonic realm of desire, while Ding'an passed through it smoothly. The difference in their mental states was thus revealed.

As Fahai watched the fiery blade approach, he felt utterly lost, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

He was utterly shocked!
In the midst of the chaos, the hand seals on his hands suddenly changed, and with a sharp shout, three halos of light—blue, purple, and red—opened, enveloping the three of them.

The bizarre and dazzling light caused the three people's eyebrows and hair to change color, making their faces appear unusually fierce.

Fahai's hands formed a secret mudra, making him appear like a demon god performing magic or an Asura in a fit of rage!
But Ding'an ignored everything and drew his sword, slashing diagonally. Flames roared up, scorching the air red.

A series of crackling sounds rang out, and the three halos of light scattered like fireworks before collapsing.

The surrounding light dimmed slightly, and the air in the entire snowfield seemed to be sucked out. The next moment, a loud bang was heard, and the falling snow danced wildly like a dragon. The mountains and the earth trembled violently and let out a painful cry!
Fahai suddenly felt his feet were weak and unsteady, and he could no longer stand firmly.

He was the abbot of Jinshan Temple, and his cultivation was extraordinary, far beyond what ordinary people could compare to. He quickly kicked out with one foot towards the tip of Ding'an's knife.

Unexpectedly, in an instant, Ding An changed his sword technique, making a gentle, unhurried slash like a soft breeze.

The stroke of this knife is serene and understated, as if it were a work of nature.

Upon seeing this, Xiaoqing suddenly burst into tears, her heart filled with sorrow and regret.

This knife.

It is precisely the "Desolation of Love" in the "Three Styles of Forgetting Love" that is said to "not sever the physical body, but only the ties of marriage," but it makes people feel the feeling of "forever losing their loved one."

Not only was Xiaoqing captivated, but even Fahai, after being struck by this blade, seemed to be stunned. He heard whispers in his ears and involuntarily froze in mid-air, forgetting to retract one leg.

when!
The monk was stabbed in the chest and abdomen, sparks flew everywhere. Before he could even cry out, he was suddenly thrown backward and crashed into the waterfall. With a loud "boom," rocks exploded, the waterfall stopped, and he was embedded in the mountain wall.

At the same time, Xiaoqing stared blankly over there, while Ding An stood several feet away, gazing leisurely into the distance, and couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine:
"This bald man possesses such miraculous skills! Even the old bald monk Fahai was defeated; who can rival him? If he wanted to kill me, it would only take one strike!"

He was extremely worried and only hoped to return to Suzhou and Hangzhou as soon as possible to find his sister and come up with a good solution.

At this moment, the world was silent. Xiaoqing was filled with fear. She looked at Ding An standing to the side and did not dare to talk to him.

After a while, Ding'an suddenly made a move. He sheathed his sword and began to take off his clothes.

"Oh no, Master, you can't!"

Xiaoqing's eyes widened as she covered her smooth, white chest and kept backing away.

Ding'an was dumbfounded: "What can't I do?"

Xiaoqing said, "Although I am a demon, I have only just lost my virginity." She glanced at the waterfall and said coyly, "You knocked down my first man and then wanted to have sex with me on top of him! This is too perverted."

Ding'an: (﹃)
(End of this chapter)