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

Chapter 67 Overbearing Internal Force (Sixth Update!)
"Grand Ceremony!"

Zhang Zhen shouted and flicked his wrist, creating countless sword shadows.

At the same time, six small swords were drawn from their sheaths, their blades humming as they flew toward Ren Shaoyang's back.

Ren Shaoyang, seeing the approaching momentum, changed his move to "Sword Leopard". He first extended six fingers in succession, like surging waves and flying flowers, knocking away the small swords on the sword wheel one by one.

Chang Chen was furious and wished he could kill Ren Shaoyang with a single blow.

With a flick of his short sword, six small swords suddenly spun around.

With a clang, the sword wheel reassembled, and now, with full force, the sword wheel spun rapidly, while the short swords flew in a flurry, attacking together.

Ren Shaoyang's expression turned serious. As he approached, he suddenly shouted and, with a fierce expression, threw a punch.

As Zhang Zhen met the attack, he immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly changed his sword technique to deflect the incoming force.

To everyone's surprise, Ren Shaoyang's punch was fierce and domineering. The sword wheel whizzed past like bamboo shoots, peeling away layer by layer, flying wildly in all directions.

Zhang Zhen was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, but Ren Shaoyang's punches continued unabated, and in the blink of an eye, he was already five feet away from Zhang Zhen's forehead!

"No!" Zhao Zheng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shouted, "Brother Ren, please have mercy!"

"Click" sound!
"Ahhh~!" Zhang Zhen screamed in agony as his crown shattered and his messy hair stood on end in the gale.

In fact, the punch did not land.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at Zhang Zhen, who was already beaten to a pulp, chuckled, and lowered his fist.

She stopped looking at him and turned to walk towards Zhao Zheng.

Chang Chen continued to shout.

Yesterday, Zhang Zhen was in high spirits after obtaining the "Seven Absolute Whirlwind Sword," but unexpectedly, he was knocked down by Ren Shaoyang's punch the very next day.

Indeed, things in this world are unpredictable.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Zhao was more horrified.

It is easy to let go but difficult to take back what you have just let go of. Moreover, just now, Ren Shaoyang faced the three of them, and his finger, fist, and sword techniques were ever-changing, like mercury flowing onto the ground, penetrating everywhere. His strength could also be changed at will, reaching everywhere.

He felt that he had never seen such a powerful person in his life. It was like looking up at a towering mountain, unaware of the height of the sky. The pressure piled up, making it hard to breathe.

Ren Shaoyang reached out and helped Zhao Zheng up, smiling slightly. "Commander Zhao, it seems I have won by a small margin."

A flush rose to Zhao Zheng's face, and he looked as if he were drunk. Upon hearing this, he gave a bitter laugh: "Brother Ren's martial arts are superb, unparalleled throughout history. I, Zhao Zheng, have lost!"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and smiled: "I have only benefited from the kindness of my predecessors. Brother Zhao has created his own sword technique, and his future is very promising."

"I appreciate your kind words, Brother Ren!" In a short time, Zhao Zheng composed himself and laughed heartily. "Since we have suffered a great defeat, I, Zhao Zheng, will certainly keep my promise. However, Brother Ren, Wei Jinzhong's power is growing stronger and stronger. I don't know how long I can help you stop him."

"It's alright!" Ren Shaoyang narrowed his eyes and smiled casually. "The emperor is far away, and he may not be able to find me!"

Zhao Zheng laughed and said, "You really have confidence."

Ren Shaoyang said, "I have always been very confident."

Zhao Zheng shook his head, glanced back at the soaking wet Zhu Dadian and the still-shaken Zhang Zhen, and then said, "Since that's the case, I won't say any more. The mountains are high and the roads are long, so I'll take my leave now!"

Ren Shaoyang clasped his hands in a fist and said, "When we meet again in the martial world, I'll treat you to a drink."

Zhao Zheng laughed heartily, bowed again, and led the two away.

Ren Shaoyang stretched and yawned, glanced at the withered lotus leaves in the pond, and shook his head: "Such a beautiful view, it would be so nice to just drink and brag."

With a sigh, Ren the Rascal walked out of the garden with his hands on his hips and went to the main hall to find Tie Tou, asking him to find a doctor to help him take a look at Hongxiu.

When Tie Tou learned that Hong Xiu had fallen into a coma, he was very anxious and immediately sought out the most skilled doctor in the area. However, when they hurriedly led the doctor to the side room...

What they saw was Hongxiu holding a huge bowl, overflowing with food, and enjoying it immensely.

On the large bowl, the braised pork trembled, glistening with oil and reddish-brown, making even the doctor hungry.

Ding'an stood to one side, watching Hongxiu eat until her cheeks were covered in rice grains, hesitant to speak. Mu Renqing sat beside her, grimacing and watching her with a simple, honest smile.

The doctor stared blankly at the little beggar with the whirlwind chopsticks and spatula mouth, and asked, "This, this is what you call listlessness and physical weakness?"

Ren Shaoyang looked tired and said, "She...she likes braised pork."

The doctor was furious, thinking that Ren Shaoyang was slandering him for not being able to afford it.

Tie Tou quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, promising to treat everyone to good wine and food.

The doctor scoffed, saying that he only cared about saving lives and healing the wounded, not about satisfying his appetite.
After saying this, he still reached out and took Hongxiu's pulse.

The little beggar blinked his big eyes and obediently let him do as he pleased.

The doctor frowned, noticing that the pulse was large and hollow, like a cicada's wing fluttering, and also weak.

He was taken aback and said slowly, "Um, little girl, could you please open your eyes wider so I can take a look?"

Hongxiu said "Oh," and tried to open her eyes wide, letting the doctor examine her for a long time.

"Huh? You can eat a lot but are weak. Your stomach is strong but your spleen is weak. Your Qi is sinking and not returning to its source. This is the manifestation of a thin and weak pulse."

The doctor thought for a long time, then continued to take the pulse, muttering, "Tianfu, Zhongjiao, Chengguang... How strange. The pulse along the Tianfu and Chize lines is jumping around and unpredictable, three times in a straight line and one time in a reversed line."

"What kind of internal energy is this? How can it be so domineering!"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and asked, "Doctor, what exactly is the problem?"

The doctor shook his head and said, "The young girl originally suffered from symptoms of 'congenital deficiency, acquired disorder, yin and yang in conflict, and spirit strong but body weak'."

Looking at the curved knife beside her, the doctor stroked his beard and said, "With these symptoms, it is likely that she has a weak constitution from birth, resulting in poor blood and qi. Moreover, she has been practicing martial arts forcibly, causing a rebellious qi to reach her cheekbone."

Ding'an couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?"

The doctor paused, then said irritably, "To put it bluntly, she was never suited for martial arts. Now that her vital energy has been damaged, she has this life-threatening illness!"

Ren Shaoyang looked him up and down, not expecting that a country doctor would have such insights, and couldn't help but ask, "Doctor, may I ask your name?"

The doctor smiled smugly and coughed, "Whether I'm the old man or not, I'm here to serve as a doctor in this area!"

"Surname Ping?" Ren Shaoyang's eyes widened as he stared at Ping Buping's small eyes, and he asked in surprise, "Was your ancestor Ping Yizhi of the Sun Moon Sect?"

Ping Buping's face was as ugly as could be, his fat twitching uncontrollably. After a long while, he finally said in a trembling voice, "You, you actually know about my ancestors? I heard that the Embroidered Uniform Guard has come to Xiang Family Village these past few days. What, are you going to wipe us out completely?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You're overthinking it, I've already sent them away!" As he smiled, he clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, "May I ask, Mr. Ping, how should we treat my sister's symptoms?"

Ping Buping rubbed his chest and said repeatedly, "You really scared me to death, you really scared me to death."

After catching his breath, he stroked his beard and said, "It's complicated, very complicated! The little girl not only has a problem with her original essence being damaged, but also with the domineering true energy within her body, which makes things extremely troublesome."

"What do you mean?" Ding An and Mu Renqing asked together.

Ping Buping stroked his beard and said, "Let's start with the good side. The internal energy within her body is truly miraculous. As it circulates on its own, it slowly replenishes the young girl's damaged vital energy!"

"Oh my!" Everyone was overjoyed upon hearing this. "This is wonderful news!"

"Good? Good my ass!" Ping Buping cursed. "Fortune and misfortune are intertwined. The moment she recovers will be the moment her internal energy backfires!"

(End of this chapter)