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

Chapter 80 Lord Lianxing Palace
Lianxing is a truly stunning beauty.

Judging from her voice and tone alone, anyone would think she was a young girl in her prime.

Especially when she appears in front of you, even if she's wearing a mask.

You will still be captivated by that stunning beauty and cannot help but feel a sense of pity.

Of course, this is on the premise that she doesn't make a move on you.

Although Lianxing's right hand was soft and boneless, a delicate hand more beautiful than spring onions, capable of captivating a man's soul.

But when that jade hand came swinging down with a terrifying palm wind that sounded like a ghost's howl.

The fairy-like figure before them seemed to suddenly transform into a vengeful ghost, ready to steal their souls!
The palm strike came suddenly, but Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly: "Well done!" His eyes flashed with divine light, shooting towards Lianxing like an arrow.

Lianxing's pretty face beneath the mask suddenly turned pale. She felt the young man in front of her vanish, and what reappeared before her was a colossal Buddha statue that filled the heavens and the earth, towering thousands of feet high, like towering mountains pressing down upon her.

Just one glance was enough to exhaust Lianxing, leaving her feeling mentally and physically drained. Her palm strike faltered, creating an opening.

"not good!"

Lianxing, being a top-tier expert, sensed something was amiss and tried to stop him.

But in the blink of an eye, a white shadow broke through the air and enveloped her entire body.

Ren Shaoyang, however, spread his sleeves wide and unleashed the "Great Brahma Banner," just as the ancestor of earth immortals used the "Universe in the Sleeve" to capture the monkey, and took it towards Lianxing.

Lian Xingqing shouted and instead of retreating, she advanced, reaching straight into her sleeve with one hand.

Ren Shaoyang raised his right fist slightly from his sleeve and placed it on Lian Xinglai's arm.

"Du!"
The two men's arms collided, the force deep and restrained, yet like the clanging of mercury.

With a loud rumble, the giant rock beneath the pavilion shook violently, causing the surrounding leaves to fall in a flurry.

Lianxing was greatly surprised. Since she had achieved success in Mingyu Gong, apart from her sister Yaoyue, no one in the world could rival her.

To everyone's surprise, this young man in white robes not only easily blocked her full-force palm strike, but also seemed to be suppressing her!
Lianxing, driven by her competitive spirit, let out a cold snort.

She then slightly pulled her arm back and stroked Ren Shaoyang's right arm.

Ren Shaoyang felt a surge of deep, icy internal energy, making half of his body feel as if it were filled with lead. He exclaimed, "What a magnificent Mingyu Divine Skill!"

He immediately curled his fingers into claws, like a golden dragon coiling around a pillar, and wrapped them around Lianxing's jade arm, directly targeting the acupoints on her arm.

This is the "Demon-Breaking Style" from the "Dragon Claw" technique, which excels at striking acupoints and defeating the enemy while the arms are entangled.

Lianxing smiled slightly: "Good claw skills, but they can't compare to my 'Transplanting Flowers and Jade'."

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "We'll wait and see!"

"Hmph, so stubborn!"

Lianxing's voice turned cold, and with a single hand, she pulled back and pressed down, instantly unleashing a strange force.

Ren Shaoyang felt that whether it was the power of the "One God Fist", the claw force of the "Dragon Claw", or the strength of the "Great Brahma Banner", all of them were drawn in a circle inside his body by Lianxing in a peculiar way, and then suddenly counterattacked!
Ren Shaoyang's eyes widened: "What excellent palm technique!" As he spoke, he lightly threw a punch.

This punch, though seemingly ordinary, was full of unexpected twists and turns.

It is a unique technique that uses the power of "sacrifice of mind" to fuse many wonderful methods such as the "Six Absolute Techniques for Suppressing Demons" and the "Thirteen Swords of Kunlun" into one. On the surface, it looks like a simple punch, but in fact, it contains a variety of forces, like mercury flowing into the ground, penetrating everywhere.

Their fists and palms collided again.

But with a loud "bang," the giant rock beneath their feet shattered as if it had exploded. Immediately afterward, the pavilion tilted, bricks and tiles fell in a flurry, and it collapsed completely with a crash.

Dust swirled in the night sky and spread outwards.

A white shadow flashed, and Lianxing appeared. Her expression behind the mask was extremely solemn, and her eyes emitted a cold, sharp light as she stared intently at the dust in front of her.

When the dust settles.

Ren Shaoyang was sitting alone on a stone chair, with a wine cup and wine pot on a stone table beside him, both intact.

If it weren't for the broken wood, crumbling walls, rubble, and broken tiles surrounding him, he would truly appear carefree and leisurely, drinking under the moon.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and raised his glass. The wine was the color of amber. There was dust everywhere, but not a drop of wine had touched it.

“Palace Mistress Lianxing, you’re ruining the mood before we’ve even had a drink.” The white-robed youth put down his wine cup and finally stood up. “That’s rather a killjoy.”

When Lianxing saw him get up, her heart sank and she felt an extremely strange sensation.

The white-robed youth opposite him seemed to see right through him.

Whether it's the illusion or reality of the power flow, the changes in techniques, or one's own next move.

Everything was under his control.

Lianxing's expression was solemn. She took two steps around him and said coldly, "What kind of strange skill is this?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "The true lineage of Zen Buddhism, the power of the Great Vajra!"

"The orthodox Zen sect?" Lianxing's eyes darted around as she smiled. "I've only ever heard of 'Martial Arts Zen Sect, Wedding Gown Divine Skill,' but I wonder which is stronger, your 'Vajra Divine Power'?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Palace Master Lianxing, your words lack a bit of grace."

Lianxing looked around and found no flaws on the other side, so she smiled sweetly.

"Oh, what insightful opinion does Young Master Ren have?"

Ren Shaoyang said with his hands behind his back, "The creators of these divine skills and secret techniques each had their own unique style and strengths. However, the abilities of their successors varied, and the divine skills and secret techniques they displayed gradually differed in quality. But in my opinion, these divine skills and techniques are nothing special; who is stronger or weaker depends on the individual."

At that moment, the fog rolled in, obscuring the moon's face. The white-robed youth's eyes gleamed with a light as fierce as flames.

"That's very well said!" Lianxing tilted her head, smiling. "However, I hear from Young Master Ren that you consider yourself stronger than Yan Nantian?"

“Palace Mistress Lianxing is always good at stirring up trouble,” Ren Shaoyang said with a smile. “I’ve always been curious, since both the ‘Mingyu Skill’ and the ‘Wedding Dress Divine Skill’ are the best in this martial arts world, haven’t they ever been tested against each other?”

"After Tie Zhongtang died, the Bridal Gown Divine Skill disappeared from the martial arts world." Lianxing shook her head gently. "Twenty years ago, when Yan Nantian rose to power, this divine skill reappeared. My sister and I have never competed with it, so we don't know who is stronger."

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "It's a bit of a pity."

"What's there to regret?" Lianxing said with a grin. "Yan Nantian is an eighty-year-old mother who has been raising her child, and he's been turned into something unrecognizable by those scum from the Valley of Villains. How can he compare to my sister? He's wasted his time learning the Wedding Dress Divine Skill."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and sighed, "Is this your idea, or Yaoyue's idea?"

Lianxing narrowed her eyes slightly: "Young Master Ren seems to be implying something?"

"Ha, you're overthinking it." Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly. "Palace Mistress Lianxing hasn't had a drink yet. Let's fight first and talk later!"

Ren Shaoyang swayed and suddenly appeared in front of Lianxing. His sleeves flowed like the wind and his body was as bright as the moon. He performed a set of "Sumeru Mad Zen" without any restraint. His fists and palms rose and fell like the sky falling and mountains collapsing.

Lianxing temporarily put aside her doubts and snorted coldly, "It's time to finish the fight first!" She drew a diagonal arc to the right, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and charged towards Ren Shaoyang like a mountain collapsing.

But halfway through his palm strike, he suddenly changed his stance, his sleeves fluttering as he unleashed a flurry of punches and palm strikes, as if plucking flowers and playing with grass, his power unmatched.

The sound of "thump thump thump" never stopped.

Two white figures flashed by, their fists and palms clashing repeatedly like muffled thunder. Then the sound turned into a series of hollow echoes, one figure's sword fingers swirling like waves, the other's jade palms layering upon each other, sweeping across the battlefield.

Both men were lightning fast and possessed immense strength. The fierce power of the Great Vajra Divine Force clashed with the chilling power of the Bright Jade Skill.

It seemed as if the danger could not be greater, yet the two men moved with an air of elegance and grace, their beauty extraordinary. Lianxing rose and fell, exchanging more than thirty blows with Ren Shaoyang in a short time. Gradually, she felt the power descending from the heavens, and her blood and qi were surging as she was beaten, unable to withstand the attack.

So, while fighting and retreating, he retreated into a pine and cypress forest, hoping to use the trees to limit his unrestrained boxing techniques.

But to everyone's surprise, Ren Shaoyang burst into laughter, and his boxing technique suddenly became delicate and graceful, like a silk thread passing through the eye of a needle. His strength became even sharper, and wherever his fist struck, pine and cypress trees were broken.

The fallen leaves swirled like waves, forming a green carpet on the ground.

Just as the two were fighting, a hairless, round head suddenly emerged from the woods, its eyes wide open in utter horror.

"My God, Master Ren is completely dominating Lianxing from the Yihua Palace!"

The person who came was Haha'er, but he had a round head and was acting suspiciously. His reflection in the moonlight was too bright, and he was immediately spotted by Lianxing.

Lianxing's eyes darted around. After taking a punch from Ren Shaoyang, she flew backward and reached out her slender hand to grab Haha'er's bald head.

Haha had no time to react before his short, chubby, and round body was grabbed like a ball.

Lianxing giggled, "Young Master Ren, catch!" With that, she stretched out her foot and hooked Haha'er, who screamed and flew three zhang away.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang also became playful and launched himself into the air with a backflip, kicking Haha'er back.

Seeing the "human ball" looking menacing, Lianxing let out a delicate shout and raised her foot to strike horizontally.

Haha was helpless, flying around repeatedly with a "thump thump thump".

For the first time in his life, he was treated like a football, and he was so angry that he yelled and screamed. However, both sides were people he couldn't afford to offend or beat. After yelling a couple of times, he stopped, looking dejected, and sighed in his heart: "It's over. Today, I, Old Ha, am going to die here!"

Just as he was lamenting, he suddenly heard Ren Shaoyang shout, "Get lost, you braised egg!"

Haha felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, and then, as if riding a rocket, he "whooshed" away towards the edge of the forest.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Palace Master Lianxing, come again!" He threw three punches and two kicks, using all kinds of force, and pressed down with ever-changing and overlapping attacks.

Lianxing was extremely annoyed by Ren Shaoyang's arrogance.

But as the fight progressed, all his shame and anger turned into astonishment: "This person, this person is definitely no less than my sister! How could someone so young have mastered such astonishing martial arts?"

Ren Shaoyang had achieved mastery of spiritual cultivation, and his "penetration of the myriad phenomena" allowed him to observe the changes in his opponent's energy as if reading the lines on his palm. He sensed that Lianxing's mind and body were both at their limits, and at this moment, she was being beaten so badly that she was lost in thought.

She couldn't help but laugh and said, "Palace Mistress Lianxing, I knew you were prone to overthinking!"

He drew a circle with his fist, the force shifting from solid to insubstantial, and pushed out horizontally, making direct contact with her palm.

A loud "Abyss" was heard!
Lianxing let out a muffled groan, her body flying backward several feet before she staggered to a stop, looking at the young man opposite her with a complicated expression.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, after exchanging more than forty punches and palm strikes, Lianxing was already breathing rapidly, her full chest heaving, and her whole body was covered in sweat.

In contrast, Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of detachment, as if the confrontation just now was nothing more than a cold wind bringing a slight chill.

The difference between the two is obvious.

Lianxing's gaze was fixed on Ren Shaoyang's right hand. After a long while, she took a deep breath, her sharp eyes gradually dimming, and finally sighed, "Young Master Ren did not even draw his weapon, yet he suppressed me with just his fists and feet. This level of skill is beyond my reach."

After saying that, Lianxing raised her hand and removed the sandalwood mask, revealing a sweet and beautiful face that was even more beautiful than spring flowers.

She was nearly forty years old, which, to be honest, was about the same age as the legendary Mrs. Huang.

However, Lianxing's long hair flowed like clouds, and her eyes were still lively and innocent, making her appear young.

But in contrast, there is her mature and graceful figure. The two contrast, maturity and youthfulness, blend and contrast, forming a complex yet harmonious temperament.

This kind of temperament is stunning, unforgettable, and captivating at first sight.

Ren Shaoyang exclaimed in admiration, "The beauty of the Palace Mistress is beyond compare."

Lianxing tilted her head and smiled: "Then how do you think you compare to my sister?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and did not answer directly: "It's something my younger sister once said."

Lianxing moved gracefully to the table, picked up the wine cup, and asked, "Oh?"

"Hongxiu thought the big meat bun was incredibly delicious when she first tried it. So I told her that pickled vegetables with tofu would be even better," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile. "She dismissed it and just said one thing."

Lianxing paused in her act of raising her cup, looking very curious: "What did Miss Hongxiu say?"

She said, "Anyway, I've never eaten it before, and compared to the big meat bun, it's just bullshit!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, put his hands on his hips, and said to Lianxing, "Similarly, no matter how beautiful Yaoyue is, I've never seen her, so she's nothing but bullshit!"

Lianxing was stunned, then couldn't help but shake her head and say, "You, you really know how to talk to someone who can drive you crazy!"

With that, he downed the wine in one gulp.

Lianxing put down her cup, a hint of admiration in her eyes as she looked at Ren Shaoyang. She said coquettishly, "Aren't you afraid that if I tell anyone, I'll make you my sworn enemy?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled calmly and said frankly, "In this martial world, only Yaoyue and Yan Nantian have given me the interest to fight." He nodded slightly, his eyes shining, "Even if you hadn't reported me, I would have faced her eventually. So, what difference does it make whether I come sooner or later?"

Lianxing hesitated for a moment, then said, "Young Master Ren is currently in Kunlun, and his reputation in the Central Plains is not yet established. If he were to clash with my sister, it would be nothing more than..." Her gaze turned cold, "Little Fish?"

"What do you know?" she asked abruptly, looking up.

Ren Shaoyang nodded first, then shook his head: "I know everything, but I don't have the mind to care right now."

Lianxing's beautiful eyes shot at Ren Shaoyang like needles: "You don't have the mind now, but you'll have to take care of things later?" She suddenly realized, "No wonder you said you wanted to go against my sister."

Ren Shaoyang looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back and smiled: "I came here mainly because of Hongxiu's illness, but if Yaoyue is not satisfied, I don't mind dealing with her as well."

Lianxing was deeply moved upon hearing this, and after a long while, she took a deep breath: "But there is still one thing I don't understand."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Palace Mistress Lianxing, please ask. I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

How did you know about my plans?

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "Is Palace Master Lianxing still testing me?" Seeing her solemn expression, he continued, "The scheme you mentioned is nothing more than separating Jiang Feng's twins so that they can kill each other when they grow up."

Lianxing's face drained of color: "You, you actually knew?"

“I know.” Ren Shaoyang looked at Lianxing with utmost sincerity. “Actually, I admire you very much.”

"Admiration?" Lianxing's face remained calm and composed. "Such a vicious scheme came from my hand, what is there to admire about it?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "Your sister is both a goddess and a demon. How could I not admire the Palace Mistress Lianxing for saving two young lives from her tyranny?"

"You?!" Lianxing exclaimed in surprise, her eyes wide. "You're only twenty years old, how could you know about what happened back then, and understand what I'm thinking?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, put his hands behind his back, turned around and left, his voice carrying far away.

"Palace Mistress Lianxing, we didn't enjoy the wine enough this time. See you next time, with Ding'an and Hongxiu by our side, I guarantee you'll have a great time."

Lianxing watched Ren Shaoyang slowly walk away, around a pile of rocks, until his white robe disappeared from sight.

After a long silence, she slowly sighed, "This person is even more formidable than Yan Nantian back then."

Suddenly, Lianxing seemed to have thought of something.

"I wonder just how powerful the weapon he's hiding in his right hand really is?"

(End of this chapter)