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

Chapter 63 Heaven and Earth in Hand (Second Update)

With the scimitar in hand, the little beggar's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he examined the object closely.

The blade was remarkably beautiful, crystal clear, and shimmering with a crimson glow.

Ren Shaoyang looked at it and felt it looked more and more familiar. Finally, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Damn it, why does it look so much like the character 'Red Sleeve Blade in the Twilight Drizzle' from the comics?"

Ren Shaoyang pondered carefully why there was such a change. He glanced at the anvil on the ground, which had been moved, and a thought struck him. He remembered that when Ding An fell, something seemed to have fallen into the furnace.

He suddenly looked at Ding An, who was completely bewildered: "Broken Hand, what did you throw into the furnace?"

"What did you throw away?" Ding An waved his hands repeatedly, "I didn't, it wasn't me!"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and said, "Oh, think about it again!"

Ding An scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled, and said, "I really didn't throw anything away." Just then, he touched his clothes and suddenly realized that his necklace was gone, and couldn't help but exclaim "Huh?"

Where is the necklace I found?

"necklace?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and said, "Could it be that when you fell, that thing just flew in by itself, and then," he made an explosion gesture, "the knife was forged?"

Ding An was stunned for a moment: "You've already said all my lines, what else can I say?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Nonsense, do you think this is a novel? A story about the return of a king?"

Ding'an Little Bear spread one hand: "But the knife is already finished."

As the two were talking, Hongxiu's gaze grew increasingly strange, and the "Heart-Sacrificing" power within her body circulated faster and faster, unconsciously flowing into the blade.

The little beggar was physically weak and unable to absorb qi, but there was a trade-off: her spiritual power was extremely strong. If it weren't for her physical limitations, she would probably have already cultivated powerful supernatural abilities.

Now, as the extraordinary power of selflessness is infused, the blade hums softly, and a red light slowly illuminates it, followed by a "sizzle" sound, as if a thunderbolt struck the room.

The sound wasn't loud, but to Hongxiu it was deafening, making the hairs on her body stand on end, and she suddenly felt a strange sensation.

An extremely domineering, powerful, and supremely arrogant aura flowed into his body through the blade.

The little beggar felt a powerful external force surge through his body, making him feel like his bones were about to dissipate. His eyes were filled with golden light, and in an instant, he felt as if he were at the center of the world, with the stars in the sky slowly revolving around him like wheels.

Hongxiu's eyes widened, her spirit seemed to extend to the extreme, reaching the vastness of space, as if she were omnipotent, and she gradually flew towards the sky, opening up the heavens.

In an instant, Ren Shaoyang suddenly sensed something was wrong. He quickly stepped forward, placed his hands on Hongxiu's shoulders, and shouted, "Little beggar, wake up!"

Suddenly, the hallucination vanished, and Hongxiu's closed eyes snapped open, letting out a clear, phoenix-like cry: "Ah~!"

As the wind rose and the waves surged, her powerful energy surged around her, colliding with Ren Shaoyang's Vajra Divine Power and producing a hissing sound.

In an instant, a loud "boom" resounded from the spot where the two stood, creating a crater a foot and a half in size. Dust flew everywhere, and a strong wind blew Ding An and Xiang Qie Zheng backward.

Even Mu Renqing, who had just fallen asleep, was blown away and crashed into the wall with a "bang," resulting in a large bump on the back of his head.

Still not awake.

"Uh~!"

After the little beggar unleashed his energy, his eyes rolled back, and he lay straight back.

Without thinking, Ren Shaoyang stepped forward and hugged her. Looking down, he saw that Hongxiu's eyes were closed and her body was limp and powerless.

He still gripped the curved sword tightly in his hand.

"Red Sleeves!"

Ren Shaoyang exclaimed in surprise and reached out with trembling hands to check her breath.

"Crippled man, what's wrong with the little beggar?" Ding'an rushed over, his voice sharp with fright and tinged with sobs.

Especially after seeing Ren Shaoyang check Hongxiu's breath, his face darkened, and he became extremely uneasy.

"What's wrong with her? What happened?"

Ren Shaoyang, his face dark, muttered, "It's nothing."

"What?" Ding An was furious. "What do you mean 'nothing'? She fainted and you say nothing's wrong?"

Ren Shaoyang sighed and remained silent.

Just then, a soft snoring sound came from behind. Ding'an's shouts stopped abruptly. He craned his neck to look, his face full of confusion: "She, she..."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "She's asleep."

"Then everything's alright!" Ding'an was overjoyed.

"Let's observe first and then decide."

Ren Shaoyang picked up Hongxiu with one arm and held the Divine Sword Dragon Capture in the other, saying, "Master Xiang, I am deeply grateful for your kindness in unsealing the Divine Sword for me. I thank you in advance."

Xiang Qiezheng shook his head and said with a smile, "You're too kind. This time, many divine weapons were forged from the same furnace, allowing me to rebuild the glory of the Xiang family. I am grateful to you."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Master Ren, the divine sword is quite heavy and inconvenient to carry. I see there's still some meteorite cold iron in the furnace; I'll forge you a scabbard and deliver it to you tomorrow!" Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Master Xiang, how could I possibly accept that?"

Xiang Qiezheng shook his head and said, "We're family, so let's not stand on ceremony. It's settled then!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "Then thank you, Master Xiang."

As the three were talking, Zhao Zheng suddenly said, "Ren Shaoyang, now that you have unsealed the sword, it's time to have a proper talk about our business."

Ren Shaoyang grunted, glanced at him, and said, "It's getting late today, how about tomorrow?"

"Ren Shaoyang, what kind of attitude is this!" Zhu Dadian shouted. "Brother Zhao is humble, but that's no excuse for you to take advantage of me!"

Before Ren Shaoyang could answer, Zhao Zheng suddenly reached out to stop Zhu Dadian and said, "Alright, I'll come find you again tomorrow morning!"

"Brother Zhao!" Zhu Dadian's expression changed slightly, and he blurted out. But seeing that Zhao Zheng and Zhang Zhen had already left, he could only sigh and walk away angrily.

Ren Shaoyang and Xiang Qiezheng said their goodbyes and then left the room with Ding An.

When they returned to the room, it was nearly dusk, so they put the little beggar on the bed.

Ding'an looked at the unconscious Hongxiu with some concern: "Crippled man, what happened to the little beggar?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "He looks exhausted. He'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Ding An nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "What do you think of the aura she suddenly unleashed?"

Ren Shaoyang thought for a moment, then said with a solemn expression, "Unparalleled in its domineering nature, unlike anything I've ever seen before."

"This little beggar doesn't learn the Blood Saber Manual or the Divine Illumination Manual, and only has the shallow internal strength of her family's sword manual. Where did she learn such domineering skills?" Ding An was completely puzzled. "Could it be the three techniques of Heart-Slaying, Eye-Clearing, and Ear-Clearing?"

"No, that's not true." Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said, "These three skills can amplify one's own characteristics infinitely, but they do not have such powerful offensive and defensive abilities."

"That's strange," Ding'an said, stroking his chin, completely baffled. "Could it be like you, where an old man taught her kung fu in her dream?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Who knows? Let's wait until she wakes up."

After talking for a while, the two of them lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.
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Early the next morning.

A subtle feeling permeated the air of early summer; the window was opened a crack, letting in the chirping of cicadas and birds.

Hongxiu finally opened her eyes, and what came into view were the two people sleeping on the table.

She smiled and was about to get up when she suddenly felt a powerful internal force surge from her dantian, circle around her body, and then vanish.

This domineering internal force seemed to possess a spirit, as if it knew that the little beggar's dantian was not absorbing qi, so it rushed straight up to the dantian along the meridians, wanting to occupy it.

But at this moment, three strange forces suddenly surged from his upper dantian. Although they were not powerful and profound, they had a natural and intimate feel to them.

The "red sleeves" are like a clear mirror in the heart; this is precisely the three extraordinary powers cultivated through the three techniques of selflessness, keen hearing, and sharp eyesight.

At this moment, the four strange forces within Hongxiu's body chased and attacked each other, rising and falling, turning her body into a battlefield. Like adding fuel to the fire, the four forces grew stronger with each passing moment, and in just a few blinks of an eye, they all slowly became stronger.

This cycle repeated itself until Hongxiu felt her bones cracking and her vision blurring.

At the same time, the three extraordinary forces of mind control, keen hearing, and sharp vision gradually merged with that domineering internal force, becoming lingering and indistinct, circulating within her body a few times, and eventually settling in her middle dantian.

Gradually, the little beggar felt as if she were immersed in warm water, which was very pleasant. She seemed to be hallucinating, as if a pair of gentle arms were gently embracing her.

The process may sound slow, but it actually takes only a moment.

Just as the little beggar was in a daze, he suddenly heard someone enter the courtyard.

Instinctively, I can picture this person's appearance, gait, arm movements, and even the breeze that enveloped them as they walked.

"After three steps, push the door open with your left hand!"

Hongxiu mentally simulated the actions the person coming to take.

Suddenly, his "Shanzhong" acupoint went numb, and that domineering internal force rushed straight into his upper dantian, instantly causing a fierce anger to rise in his mind.

The little beggar's phoenix eyes widened, and his fingers twitched unconsciously. He then saw the curved knife beside the bed move slightly as well.

A fierce, murderous aura, filled with hatred and resentment, rushed out the door!

Hongxiu had a premonition that although she could not unleash the overwhelming fiery sword energy of Ding'an, she could not conjure up hundreds of sword energies like Ren Shaoyang.

But if she were to strike with her sword, even without the aura of a sword, even through a door, she would still follow the patterns of the wind and cleave the person in two!

All of this is so captivating, it seems as if the world is at your fingertips, and you are omnipotent.

Just then, the domineering internal force, like a kite being reeled in, suddenly returned to the "Shanzhong" dantian.

As the beggar's anger subsided, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he tilted his head and fell asleep again.

In her half-awake state, she grinned and laughed, overjoyed, as if she had received a new toy.

at the same time.

Standing outside the door, Xiang Qiezheng was covered in cold sweat. He stretched out his left hand, frozen in place.
(End of this chapter)