The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 465

As the night deepened, the mountain breeze brought a chill, but it could not blow away the passion in the two men's chests. After three rounds of drinking, Zhao Wuji suddenly looked solemn and looked into the distance, as if he had sensed something. "Xiaoyao, I always feel that there are undercurrents in the martial arts world these days, and it seems that something big is about to happen."

Ren Xiaoyao heard this and a trace of worry appeared between his brows. "Indeed, ever since we openly challenged those sects that abused force and exposed their injustice, the waves hidden under the calm surface have become increasingly turbulent. Perhaps it is time for us to take the initiative."

"Take the initiative?" Zhao Wuji raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashing with sharpness, "What are your plans?"

"I think it's time to find the black hand that secretly controls the martial arts world and completely eliminate these dirt." Ren Xiaoyao stood up, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, and an aura that could not be ignored emerged spontaneously, "We will set out tomorrow, starting with collecting intelligence, and follow the clues until we find the mastermind behind the scenes."

"Great! That's exactly what I want." Zhao Wuji jumped up and stood side by side with Ren Xiaoyao. Both of them had sharp eyes, as if they had seen the many difficulties ahead, but more than that, they were looking forward to the upcoming challenges.

The next morning, the two packed their bags and left quietly without saying goodbye. Along the way, they visited various sects, investigated openly and secretly, and collected a lot of clues. After some sorting, a familiar but unexpected name gradually surfaced - "The Netherworld Sect".

The Netherworld Sect, once regarded as a cancer by many righteous people, was eradicated many years ago, but now it seems to be resurrecting. What is even more shocking is that it is said that there is a more secret force behind it.

"The Netherworld Sect... I didn't expect it to have such a deep foundation." Zhao Wuji clenched his fists with a complicated expression.

Ren Xiaoyao pondered for a moment and said, "It seems that this time we have to face more than just the superficial enemy. But no matter what, since we have chosen this path, we have no reason to retreat."

So, the two of them went deep into the tiger's den and attacked the Netherworld Cult's lair. In a series of thrilling battles, they relied on their superb martial arts and firm beliefs to break through the enemy's defenses one by one, and finally, in the depths of a gloomy underground palace, they faced the mysterious mastermind head-on.

The man was wearing a mask, and his voice was cold and unfamiliar, yet it revealed a chilling aura. "Ren Xiaoyao, Zhao Wuji, you really surprised me. But do you think this can change anything?"

"I can't change the entire martial arts world, but at least I can change today!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted, and his body moved. His sword energy was like a dragon, going straight to the opponent's vital points.

Zhao Wuji followed closely behind, his fists as fast as thunder, each blow carrying the force of a tsunami, vowing to wipe out all injustice and evil.

After a fierce battle, when the last trace of evil spirit dissipated, the underground palace returned to peace again. The two of them were still catching their breath and looking at each other, with both the joy of victory and deep thoughts about the future in their hearts.

"This battle is just the beginning." Zhao Wuji let out a breath lightly, but his eyes were full of determination for the future.

"Yes, the real challenge is still ahead." Ren Xiaoyao nodded, and the two smiled at each other. It was a tacit understanding after experiencing life and death, and it was also an unspoken trust in each other.

As night fell, they walked out of the underground palace hand in hand, looked up at the starry sky, and their hearts were filled with unprecedented tranquility and light.

"Brother Zhao, let's walk the future together."

"Of course, Brother Xiaoyao, until the day when the martial arts world sees light again."

Under the starlight, the two figures gradually faded away, leaving behind a series of solid footprints and heroic legends that will be passed down to future generations.

"I hope that our efforts can make this world less hateful and more peaceful." Ren Xiaoyao's tone was full of expectation. He reached out and patted the sword at his waist, as if he was comforting an old friend who had been through thick and thin together.

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly, and that smile was both open-minded and indifferent. "Brother Xiaoyao, do you still remember our dreams when we were young? To become the legendary heroes, to fight for justice and take revenge. Now, although the road is a hundred times more difficult than we imagined, we have never deviated from our original intention."

"It's easy to get the original intention, but it's hard to keep it." Ren Xiaoyao sighed, his eyes became far-reaching, as if he penetrated the boundaries of time and space, "But as long as there is light in your heart, the darkness will eventually be dispelled."

The two continued to move forward in the night, with the occasional chirping of night birds breaking the silence, adding a bit of vitality to the tranquility. The moonlight shone on them, outlining their resolute figures, as if all the sufferings in the world could not stop them.

"Speaking of which, the true identity of the mastermind behind the scenes is really surprising." Zhao Wuji suddenly changed the subject and mentioned the biggest surprise in the decisive battle, "Who would have thought that it was a disciple of a famous and upright sect in the past who betrayed justice and went to extremes."

"The human heart is unpredictable. Perhaps it was those past glories and setbacks that twisted his heart." Ren Xiaoyao sighed. There was not much blame in his words, but more of an understanding of the complexity of human nature. "This also reminds us how important it is to keep our hearts pure and firm."

As they walked and talked, before they knew it, the sky had turned pale, and a new day was about to begin. By the roadside, a wild flower quietly bloomed in the morning light, seeming to herald hope and rebirth.

"Look, no matter how long the night is, dawn will always come." Zhao Wuji pointed at the little flower with a warm smile on his face.

"Yes, as long as we are still on this road, there is hope for the martial arts world." Ren Xiaoyao responded with a determined light in his eyes.

At this moment, no more words were needed. Their hearts were closely connected, and they greeted every blessing together. As they were talking, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the early morning, and a ragged young man staggered over, looking panicked and out of breath, obviously after a long journey.

“My two heroes, please, save our village!” The young man knelt on the ground, clenched his hands, his eyes full of despair and pleading.

Ren Xiaoyao exchanged glances with Zhao Wuji, and quickly helped the boy up. Ren Xiaoyao asked softly, "Don't be afraid, kid. Tell me slowly, what happened?"

"Bandits, bandits invaded our village. They stole food, burned houses, and many villagers..." The boy's voice trembled and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Xiaoyao, let's go." Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice, his brows as solemn as a mountain, and a sense of righteousness emerged spontaneously.

"Let's go!" Ren Xiaoyao nodded, and the two of them stretched out their bodies and rushed towards the direction the young man pointed like arrows, leaving behind a trail of afterimages flickering in the morning light.

Soon, the two arrived at the entrance of the village, only to see that the originally quiet and peaceful village was now in ruins, with thick smoke billowing, cries and wails intertwined, like a purgatory on earth.

"Brother Zhao, you go evacuate the villagers, and I will deal with the bandits." Ren Xiaoyao made a quick decision, unsheathed his sword, and with a flash of cold light, he pointed straight ahead.

"Okay! Be careful." Zhao Wuji responded, and then ran deep into the village, shouting: "Folks, follow me, retreat to the mountain!"

Ren Xiaoyao broke into the bandit camp alone and saw dozens of bandits acting recklessly. The leader was wearing animal skins, had a face full of flesh, and held a pair of axes, looking particularly ferocious.

"Hmph, where did you come from, uninvited guest? Do you want to die?" Seeing this, the bandit leader laughed three times and rushed forward waving a huge axe.

Ren Xiaoyao's body was agile and his sword moved with his heart. Every time he swung his sword, he just defuses the opponent's attack and looks for opportunities to counterattack. After only a few dozen rounds, the bandit leader's attack became increasingly chaotic, but Ren Xiaoyao became more and more courageous and his swordsmanship became more and more fluent.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao whistled, the tip of his sword shone brightly, and he used the "Meteor Chasing the Moon" move to directly hit the bandit leader's vital point. With a muffled sound, the bandit leader fell to the ground, and the remaining bandits dropped their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

After getting rid of the bandits, Ren Xiaoyao reunited with Zhao Wuji. Looking at the village gradually calming down, the villagers were grateful and gathered around to express their gratitude.

"Hero, you are the benefactor of our village!" The young man's eyes were filled with tears and he held Ren Xiaoyao's hand tightly.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled and patted the boy's shoulder gently. "Protecting the weak, punishing evil and promoting good are the responsibilities of warriors of our generation. Remember, true courage is not being fearless, but choosing to move forward in the face of fear."

"Yes, I will!" The boy nodded firmly.

As the sun rose higher, the two set out on their journey again, leaving behind a village full of hope and a young man with infinite longing for the future.

"Brother Zhao, you are right. As long as we are still here, there is hope for the martial arts world." Ren Xiaoyao looked into the distance, his tone full of determination.

"Yes, Brother Xiaoyao, as long as there is light in your heart, this world will one day usher in true peace." Zhao Wuji echoed, and the two walked side by side, their backs stretched out in the sun, that is the silhouette of heroes, and also the hope for the future of martial arts. An unknown challenge. In the vast world of martial arts, the story of the two heroes, like the immortal stars, will always illuminate the path of those who come after them.

"However, Brother Zhao, the story behind this incident may not be that simple. The bandits are so arrogant and their equipment is quite extraordinary. If there is no support from the forces behind them, how dare they act so blatantly?" Ren Xiaoyao analyzed as he walked, frowning slightly.

"Indeed, there must be something fishy here. Perhaps we should follow the clues and find out the source of these bandits." Zhao Wuji nodded in agreement, his eyes deep, obviously thinking about the ins and outs of the matter.

The two decided to stay in the village temporarily, on the one hand to help the villagers rebuild their homes, on the other hand to investigate the forces behind the bandits. As night fell, the two sat under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and the moonlight shone on them through the sparse branches and leaves.

"Xiaoyao, I remember you once mentioned that there is an undercurrent in the martial arts world. Could it be..." Zhao Wuji said in a low voice, revealing a bit of worry in his words.

"Yes, I have also received several anonymous letters recently. The letters mentioned that some sects were secretly colluding and plotting evil. The appearance of these bandits may be just the tip of the iceberg of that undercurrent." Ren Xiaoyao frowned and played with a fallen leaf in his hand.

"Then we can't just sit there and do nothing. Tomorrow, we will split up. You continue to stay here and protect the villagers secretly, and I will go to the nearby sects to see if we can find any clues." Zhao Wuji stood up, his tone firm, as if he had made up his mind.

"Okay, but we must be careful. Since that force dares to act like this, it must be no simple force. We must be quick and cautious." Ren Xiaoyao warned, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The next day, the two men acted according to the plan. Zhao Wuji went alone to several nearby sects, while Ren Xiaoyao stayed in the village, ostensibly to help with reconstruction, but in fact to secretly deploy defenses to prevent retaliation from remnants of bandits or other forces.

A few days later, Zhao Wuji returned, covered in dust, his face showing fatigue but unable to hide his excitement.

"Xiaoyao, I found some clues. There is indeed a sect behind these bandits controlling them, and..." Zhao Wuji lowered his voice and told Ren Xiaoyao all the information he had found.

After hearing this, Ren Xiaoyao looked solemn: "It seems that we have to go there in person to uncover the truth of all this."

So, the two heroes joined hands again and embarked on a more dangerous road. They knew that this journey was not only to solve the crisis of a village, but also to maintain justice and peace in the entire martial arts world.

Before leaving, the young man held onto Ren Xiaoyao's clothes tightly, his eyes full of reluctance: "Hero, you must come back. Everyone in the village is waiting for you."

Ren Xiaoyao squatted down and patted the boy's head gently: "Don't worry, we will come back. By then, I hope to see a more prosperous village."