The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 458

We gather here not only to compete with each other, but also to exchange experiences and improve together. I hope you will not forget your original intention and keep practicing diligently. The road of kendo is long and difficult, but as long as there is light in your heart, the road ahead will no longer be dark. "

Under the guidance of the Grandmaster, everyone sat around again, no longer talking about the outcome of the competition, but instead discussing their understanding and confusion about the way of the sword. The fragrance of tea filled the air, the moonlight was like water, and such a night seemed to freeze time, allowing everyone's soul to be baptized.

Under the guidance of the Grandmaster, the young female swordsman exchanged ideas with her predecessors. Her swordsmanship seemed to have made a new breakthrough overnight. Her persistence and love for the swordsmanship burned even more fiercely in her eyes. The swordsman in green shirt was also among the crowd, making friends with his flute. His flute sound blended with his sword intentions, becoming the most beautiful scenery under the moonlight.

In the dead of night, the back hills of Wulinbo Academy gradually returned to their former tranquility, with only the moonlight still gently shining on the sword platform, as if silently telling one story after another about sword and Tao. This event not only witnessed the rise of new stars, but also made all participants' hearts leap forward. They embarked on their own sword journeys with deeper understanding and stronger beliefs.

The world of martial arts is still vast and boundless, and the exploration of swordsmanship will never stop. The moonlit night sword fight is not only an annual event, it is a witness to the inheritance of martial arts and a shining spirit of warriors. In this ancient land, the story of swords and knights will continue to be passed down. His swordsmanship is as fast as lightning and unmatched. Every sword is aimed at the vital point without any mercy. This sudden battle made the originally noisy mansion instantly silent, leaving only the whistling sound of the sword cutting through the air and the heavy sound of falling to the ground.

The mysterious boy was none other than Ren Xiaoyao, who had been missing for many years. When he returned, he was more stern and aloof, less immature and frivolous than before. His eyes were deep, as if hiding countless unknown secrets and stories.

"I am no longer the Amon of the past. If the Ren family still clings to the past, I will give them the answer myself." After Ren Xiaoyao said this coldly, he left without looking back, leaving the Ren family members shocked and puzzled.

From then on, Ren Xiaoyao's name once again resounded throughout the Tianfeng Kingdom, but this time, he was no longer the pride of the Ren family, but became a mystery, a fearful and curious existence.

In the past ten years, he has traveled all over the world, practiced constantly, experienced countless life and death tests, and made rapid progress in strength. He has only one goal - to rescue the imprisoned her, the person who will always occupy the most important position in his heart.

"Master Baimei, you owe me, I want you to pay me back tenfold!" Ren Xiaoyao swore to himself, with a flash of determination in his eyes. He knew that if he wanted to fight against a master like Master Baimei, his current strength was far from enough, and he needed a stronger force.

So, he embarked on a journey to find the legendary "Nine Transformations to Return to the Origin", a secret book that can transform a person and achieve supreme magical power. It is said that this book is hidden in the most dangerous place in Tianfeng Country - Nether Valley, where dangers are lurking everywhere and there is no way back.

......In the Nether Valley, the fog was lingering, and the surroundings were filled with gloom and silence. Ren Xiaoyao, wearing a nightgown and practicing light skills, shuttled through the forest like a ghost, alert to every slight movement.

"Is this the Netherworld Valley? It is so gloomy and eerie, it is definitely not a place that mortals can set foot in." Ren Xiaoyao whispered, his eyes showing both nervousness and a desire for the unknown.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence, and several dark shadows flashed from the darkness, holding sharp blades and looking fierce. "Who dares to break into the Nether Valley?" The leader shouted, with unquestionable majesty in his voice.

"I'm here to find the 'Nine Transformations to Return to the Origin' Art'. It has nothing to do with you." Ren Xiaoyao responded calmly, his hand quietly tightening the long sword at his waist.

"Hmph, you're looking for death!" Upon hearing this, the black shadows rushed forward without saying a word.

A fierce battle began. Ren Xiaoyao was agile and his sword shone like a dragon. Every move was just right, and he repelled the besieged enemies one by one. During the battle, he seemed to have found the long-lost fighting feeling, and his belief in his heart became stronger.

After the battle, Ren Xiaoyao stood in the middle of a pile of fallen figures, his breathing was a little rapid, but his eyes were brighter. "Nine Transformations Return to Origin Art, I, Ren Xiaoyao, will take you today, no matter how dangerous the road ahead is."

He continued to go deeper into the Nether Valley. Every step was full of unknowns and challenges, but his heart was more determined than ever.

......A few days later, in the deepest part of the Nether Valley, in front of an ancient altar, Ren Xiaoyao finally found the trace of "Nine Turns Return to Origin". This ancient book lay quietly on the altar, as if waiting for its destined owner.

Just as he stretched out his hand to take it, a powerful aura suddenly emerged, and an old voice sounded in his ears: "Boy, if you want my "Nine Transformations Return to Origin Art", you must get past me first!"

"Come on, for her, I am fearless!" Ren Xiaoyao stood up and faced the challenge. A new trial was about to begin. The air in front of him fluctuated, and an old man with white hair and beard slowly appeared. He was wearing a Bagua Taoist robe, and his eyes were like lightning. He was the valley master who had guarded the "Nine Turns Return to Origin Art" for many years, known as the "Venerable Netherworld". The appearance of the Venerable Netherworld seemed to tremble the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, and a repressive atmosphere made Ren Xiaoyao feel unprecedented pressure.

“You are so fearless! I see that you have an extraordinary bone structure and excellent aptitude. If you had not gone through numerous hardships, how could you have reached your current level? But if you want to take the treasure of my Nether Valley, you still need to prove that you are qualified enough.” The Nether Lord spoke slowly. Although his voice was calm, it contained unquestionable power.

"Venerable, please teach me!" Ren Xiaoyao said in a deep voice, without any sign of retreat in his eyes. He knew that this was not only a test of the body, but also a test of the soul. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and the true energy flowed through his body, preparing to face the coming storm.

The Netherworld Venerable nodded slightly, and then his figure flashed, turning into a shadow, and instantly approached Ren Xiaoyao's side. He slapped out with a palm, and the palm wind was like a mountain pressing down on the top of the head. The air seemed to solidify, making people suffocate.

Ren Xiaoyao was agile, turning and moving in the air like a swimming fish, with the tip of his sword dotted with cold stars, turning into stars, and each sword was extremely accurate, trying to find the opponent's flaws. However, the Netherworld Venerable was like a ghost, always able to resolve the offensive at the critical moment, and the two sides were evenly matched for a while.

The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time, and Ren Xiaoyao gradually felt that his physical strength was beginning to be overdrawn, but the faith in his heart supported him, and every swing of the sword condensed his desire for the future and his unwillingness to accept the past. His swordsmanship continued to sublimate in the battle, and every confrontation brought him closer to the legendary supreme magic.

"Boom!" After a fierce collision, the two retreated, and the surrounding trees were destroyed by the powerful energy, leaving a mess. Ren Xiaoyao was still panting, but his eyes were more determined. There was a faint light flashing on his sword, which was the awakening of the sword intent.

"Good! You have passed my test. This kind of tenacity and perseverance are exactly what you need to practice the "Nine Turns Return to the Origin Art". Remember, the road of martial arts is endless. Don't let hatred blind your eyes." After the Netherworld Venerable said this, he waved his hand lightly, and the "Nine Turns Return to the Origin Art" automatically flew towards Ren Xiaoyao and fell steadily into his hands.

Ren Xiaoyao took the secret book with trembling hands, and was very excited. He knew that this was not only a leap in strength, but also a key step in his journey of redemption.

"Thank you for your guidance, Venerable. Ren Xiaoyao will keep it in mind." He bowed deeply, his words full of gratitude.

"Go, I hope you can achieve your wish soon, but don't forget, true strength lies in protection rather than destruction." The voice of the Nether Lord gradually faded away, and his figure slowly faded out of sight.

Ren Xiaoyao held the "Nine Turns Return to Origin" tightly in his hand, feeling both expectation and anxiety. He knew that the road ahead was still long, but as long as there was love and faith in his heart, there would be no difficulties that could not be overcome.

"Wait for me, I will be back." He said to her silently in his heart, turned around and embarked on a new journey. His back stretched out in the sunset, firm and lonely.

As night fell, Ren Xiaoyao found a secluded cave, lit a torch impatiently, and unfolded the "Nine Transformations to Return to the Origin". On the sheepskin scroll illuminated by the firelight, the simple words seemed to contain endless wisdom and power, and every meridian diagram and every breathing method were extremely clear.

Following the instructions in the secret book, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to guide the true qi in his body to flow along the strange path described in the book. At first, the true qi was like a wild horse that was unbridled and difficult to control, and he almost lost control several times, but Ren Xiaoyao gradually found the feeling with his extraordinary willpower, and the true qi flow gradually became stable.

Time passed quietly during his practice, the moon rose and set, and he didn't know how many days and nights had passed. With the help of the Nine Transformations Returning to the Origin, Ren Xiaoyao's cultivation had made rapid progress. His originally immature swordsmanship was now more solid and natural, with the sword intent and true energy blending together. His every move and gesture already had the aura of a master.

One day, when he was immersed in the joy of cultivation, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the cave, interrupting his meditation. Ren Xiaoyao opened his eyes alertly, quickly put away the secret book, and quietly hid in the dark corner of the cave entrance.

The visitor was a ragged teenager with an anxious look on his face, as if he was hiding from something. The teenager looked around and finally found the cave where he was hiding. After hesitating for a moment, he staggered in.

“Senior, please save me!” As soon as the young man saw Ren Xiaoyao, he fell to his knees with a plop, his eyes full of fear and help. “I’m Li Yang from a nearby village. My village was looted by bandits and my family was taken away. I beg you to show mercy and lend me a helping hand.”

Ren Xiaoyao frowned slightly when he saw this, feeling mixed emotions. He thought of his past, and the feeling of loss and helplessness surged into his heart again. He slowly stepped forward and helped the boy up: "Stand up, tell me the details, I will definitely help if I can."

Li Yang burst into tears when he heard this and told the whole story. It turned out that this group of bandits was extremely fierce and no one in the village could defeat them. They not only plundered property, but also took many villagers hostage and threatened to demand more ransom.

"Take me there," Ren Xiaoyao said with a firm look. He knew that the true way of martial arts was not only about personal practice, but also about protection and responsibility. "It's time to swing my sword for justice."

The two quickly left the cave and rushed all the way to the village. Under the night, the bandits' camp was brightly lit and noisy, appearing particularly arrogant. Ren Xiaoyao and Li Yang sneaked in quietly and made a rescue plan.

The action began. Ren Xiaoyao was like a ghost in the night, clearing out the sentries one by one, while Li Yang was responsible for leading the frightened villagers to evacuate quietly. Just when everything seemed to be going well, a loud shout broke the silence, and a tall and mighty bandit leader holding a huge axe blocked their way.

"Where did you come from, this uninvited guest? How dare you ruin my plan!" The bandit leader had a ferocious face and exuded a murderous aura. It was obvious that he was not someone who could be easily dealt with.

"Bandits are rampant and harming the people. Today, I, Ren Xiaoyao, will enforce justice!" Before he finished speaking, Ren Xiaoyao had already drawn his sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the bandit leader, with determination flashing in his eyes.

The battle was about to break out, with sword lights and axe shadows interweaving, and every clash was accompanied by deafening noises and flying dust. This battle was not only a test of Ren Xiaoyao's newfound cultivation, but also a test of his adherence to justice in his heart.

"Bang!" Finally, after a fierce battle, Ren Xiaoyao seized the opponent's weakness and killed the bandit leader with one sword, causing him to fall to the ground. The remaining bandits saw this and immediately fled in panic, thus resolving the crisis.

The villagers were saved, and they gathered around Ren Xiaoyao, crying with gratitude. Li Yang was so excited that he could not speak, but he held Ren Xiaoyao's hand tightly, his eyes full of admiration and respect.

"Remember, real power is used to protect." Ren Xiaoyao patted Li Yang on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You must rebuild your home and protect yourself and your family."