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

Chapter 166 Hyenas, Dragons, and Miser

Seeing Ren Shaoyang standing alone in place, more than a dozen sword blades suddenly flew out from his sleeves, attacking his sect leader and a dozen elders like tentacle monsters.

The Wudang disciples were terrified, their hands and feet turning ice-cold.

But seeing the sect leader and elders struggling to hold their own, drenched in sweat and with bloodshot eyes, it was clear that defeat was imminent.

Among the crowd, a bearded Taoist shouted, "Brothers, don't hold back against this demon! Attack together!"

"That's right, the survival of Wudang depends on today. We swear to eliminate the demon here!"

"kill!"

The Wudang disciples' eyes blazed with fervor, and they drew their swords, charging straight at them.

Just then, there was a "whoosh" sound.

Everyone felt a scorching hot wind rushing towards them, and all they could see was endless flames. They were so frightened that they retreated one after another.

When they looked up, they saw that Ding An was already blocking their way.

"It's Broken Blade!"

"Attack together! Kill him first!"

Then six or seven white-faced, bearded Taoist priests rushed out, their swords flashing, and they all thrust forward.

Ding An shouted, "Well done!" He slashed out with his short sword, which was accompanied by a flash of fire. Several people in front of him cried out, their bodies engulfed in flames, and were sent flying more than ten feet away.

"Come again!"

Ding An took several quick steps and then slashed out with his sword.

In an instant, a fierce wind howled and scorching waves crashed against the shore.

The remaining pale-faced Taoists felt as if the blades were like thunder and the fire was like wildfire. They desperately raised their swords to block, but after a few clangs, they were all cut down to the ground.

The blade's force continued relentlessly, slashing directly at the group behind them. With a deafening "bang," the Wudang disciples were shattered by the immense force, their screams echoing as blood and flames mingled, flesh and sand flying everywhere.

Ding An roared again, "Kill!" He leaped into the air like a tiger among sheep, his blade flashing without hesitation, leaving countless severed limbs and blood spraying amidst the flames.

On Mount Wudang, shouts of battle arose, but within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, only the crackling sound of flames remained.
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"Ren the Sword God!"

Wudang Sect Leader Shi Yan shouted, "Since the founding of our Wudang Sect by Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, we have always taken it upon ourselves to uphold the righteous path. Why don't we sit down and talk, clear up the misunderstandings, and shake hands to make peace?"

Poof——

With an extremely crisp sound.

The sword blade cleanly and swiftly pierced the throat of an old Taoist priest, exiting from behind his neck and impaling him on the tip of the sword.

Shi Yan's words came to an abrupt end.

The remaining seven or eight elders behind him all looked horrified, feeling cold sweat all over their bodies and trembling violently.

Ren Shaoyang pulled the sword blade from the fat corpse and said indifferently, "Really fat."

He simply said that, then glanced at Shi Yan.

"Even if you win, you won't let us go." Old Demon Ren smirked slightly. "Then why should we let you go?"

Shi Yan's hatred flashed for a moment, then she angrily said, "How can you do things so ruthlessly?"

"That's how we do things." Ren Shaoyang tilted his head. "We repay kindness and avenge wrongs."

"You guys are too extreme!"

Ren Shaoyang strode forward, his inner strength flowing in, causing countless swords and blades to emerge and retract around him, making him appear like a demon or monster.

"I simply used your methods to retaliate in kind. Is that considered extreme? Is that something you can't tolerate?"

Shi Yan paused slightly, then said slowly, "Sword God Ren, this misunderstanding was also orchestrated by Zen Master Dabei and Daoist Mu! I was in seclusion at the time and truly knew nothing about it."

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang waved his sleeve and said, "Sect Leader Shi, didn't you call me 'Demon' at first? Why are you calling me 'Sword God Ren' now?"

Shi Yan was speechless, but forced himself to say, "Only when the divine sword is in the hands of the White-Clad Sword God can it possess such wondrous power. I only just recognized it."

"What a stubborn old bastard," Ren Shaoyang sneered. "He clearly condoned Mu Daoren's actions. But when things went wrong and he was about to be implicated, he shifted the blame and said it had nothing to do with him?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and sneered, "You're dreaming."

At this moment, the screams of Wudang disciples came from afar, black smoke billowed up, and flames shot into the sky, startling birds into flying away.

"You devil! Stop right now!"

"Sect Leader, you go first, I'll buy you some time!"

"Fellow disciples, even if we die today, we'll drag him down with us!"

The remaining elders, hearing their disciples' screams incessantly, knew that Wu Dang was likely to perish today. They were all enraged and rushed towards Ren Shaoyang.

"Elders, please don't!" Shi Yan cried out urgently.

All one could see was the flashing of swords, but when something struck it, a hissing sound filled the air, and flesh was instantly torn apart, iron was broken, and people were sent flying and swords were severed.

Shi Yan cried out in anguish, but as the sounds of battle gradually subsided, she was terrified and could only kneel on the ground, bowing her head and weeping.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he abruptly looked up, tears streaming from his eyes, and hissed, "Are you satisfied now?"

Suddenly, he was taken aback.

Ren Shaoyang lowered his head, half of his face hidden in shadow, his eyes fixed on him.

Fear flashed in Shi Yan's eyes, and her voice trembled as she said, "You! You are lawless and act as you please. The world will not tolerate you!"

"Are you still going to pin all the blame on Ren?" Ren Shaoyang's voice was as cold as moonlight.

"What?" Shi Yan's tone softened.

"You want what's on us," Ren Shaoyang paused, "so we're fighting back to kill you."

"In the end, it's nothing more than two bandits fighting each other. Why are you making things so complicated? Are you trying to make yourself feel better before you die?"

Shi Yan trembled at the sound of the voice, her eyebrows raised, and she said with a bitter smile, "A bandit gang fight? Well said, so you thought your plan to wipe out the martial world was so simple?" "That's right!" Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "It's that simple, and killing you is just as simple."

Shi Yan staggered to her feet and hissed, "Ren Shaoyang! I may not be able to beat you, but I'm not afraid of you either. If you want to take my life, come on!"

“You haven’t lost face.” Ren Shaoyang stared at him and nodded. “I will send Master Mu to see you.” He waved his sleeve.

Shi Yan suddenly heard a whooshing sound, and then the world around him turned upside down, sometimes clear sky became grass, sometimes grass became clear sky. Finally, he heard the sound of his own head rolling on the ground.

The figure in white robes disappeared into the distant smoke and fire of war.
With her hands behind her back, Hongxiu hummed a song as she walked step by step along the path behind Wudang Mountain.

The path here is rugged and difficult to traverse, but the little beggar's steps are as light as a kitten's, treading on strange rocks and steep slopes as if walking on flat ground. After a few turns, he arrived at the edge of a forest of strange rocks.

Hongxiu's ears twitched, and she chuckled softly, "So there really are hyenas." Her body swayed, and she transformed into a crimson breeze, disappearing into the stone forest.

As dusk deepened, the surrounding black pine forest trembled like ghostly shadows in the howling wind.

In an open space within the stone forest, dozens of torches crackled and popped, emitting the scent of pine resin.

Many people stood densely packed together, yet not a single one made a sound.

These people were dressed in strange and unusual clothes; there were monks and Taoists, men and women. There was a drunkard wearing the official robes of a first-rank official from the Tang Dynasty, a young man in gorgeous ancient attire, a pedantic scholar, and an old pedant casually draped in a long robe.

Hongxiu hid behind a stone pillar about three zhang tall, feeling somewhat surprised. These people's movements revealed their formidable inner strength, which was quite different from the current martial arts world.

Just then, a charming voice chuckled, "Ninth Young Master, the wine is here."

A sweet fragrance wafted over, and a woman walked gracefully towards them, carrying a large wine jar in her arms.

This is a girl with a broad mind, a slender waist, and a very young age, but with big eyes. She is dressed plainly, yet she is unexpectedly charming.

Everyone present smiled when they saw her, and then made way for her.

A young man in white sat in a chair, resting his face on his right hand, and smiled somewhat boredly: "Beef soup, what kind of wine did you bring?"

The girl named Beef Soup approached and chuckled softly, "This is Bamboo Leaf Clear Wine, which I specially prepared to congratulate Ninth Young Master. Please have a taste, it's very fragrant and mellow, but don't get drunk." She then giggled again.

Her voice was alluring, and she smiled sweetly at these experts, showing no respect whatsoever.

But everyone seemed to take it for granted, just smiling and not caring.

The sun sets, and the moon rises.

Under the bright moonlight, Gong Jiu said listlessly, "Oh? Then I'll have to give it a good taste."

With a beaming smile, Beef Soup gently lifted the wine jar and poured a small cup for each of them.

Then, she picked up the cup in front of Gong Jiu and smiled as she brought it to his lips: "Young master, please drink this cup to the brim first."

Gong Jiu raised his eyebrows: "If this wine doesn't taste good, I'll be unhappy."

The beef soup smiled sweetly: "What if we had a good story to accompany our drinks?"

Gong Jiu held a wine cup in his hand and said casually, "Of course there will be a reward."

Beef Soup said, "There were nine of the greatest misers in the world. They worked hard for several lifetimes and saved up a lot of money. But one day, they discovered that there were three people who had gold that they didn't have! So they plotted to capture these three people and steal their gold."

"But who knew that these three seemingly weak people were actually dragons in human skin. The nine misers not only failed to steal the gold, but their house was also attacked and burned down. The misers not only lost the gold, but also their lives. Ninth Prince, is the story I told you good?"

Gong Jiu brought the wine glass to his lips, took a small sip, and smiled, "The wine is so-so. The story is so-so too."

"generally?"

Gong Jiu looked at the beef soup, his eyes burning: "Where is the miser's money?"

Beef Soup laughed and said, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; the money is right here!" He clapped his hands, and then several burly men carried up several large boxes.

She stepped forward and opened the boxes one by one, her laughter alluring: "Look, there's the Tai Chi Coins left by Zhang the Sloppy, the Xuanmen Coins left by Zhang Taidou, the True Martial Seven-Section Coins, the Mysterious Coins, and the Tiger Claw Chrysanthemum Protection Coins."

"Young master, I've managed to steal all the money from that miser of Wudang. Don't you think this story is interesting?"

At this point, everyone present burst into laughter, their laughter filled with smugness.

Gong Jiu nodded and smiled, "It sounds beautiful, very beautiful."

Beef Soup was delighted and was about to speak when Gong Jiu suddenly changed the subject: "It's just not enough."

"not enough?"

Not only the beef soup, but everyone else was also surprised.

The beef soup vendor pressed further, "Did I forget something?"

"No!" Gong Jiu touched the blue ring on his hand and said with a faint smile, "It was you who brought a blood-red dragon."

"dragon?"

The crowd gasped in surprise, and even the beef soup took a deep breath.

Gong Jiu's fingers twitched slightly, and a whooshing sound swept through the air as a blue shadow flickered.

A stone pillar on the left sends out a trail of sparks in the darkness.

Then a loud rumble was heard, and the stone pillar slid down at an angle, crashing to the ground with a "bang," scattering rubble everywhere.

"Since Sister Hongxiu is here, there's no need to hide anymore," Gong Jiu suddenly shouted.

Lanterns and torches arrived together, their flames dancing wildly, illuminating the area as bright as day.

Just then, the firelight seemed to suddenly stop.

Under the pale moonlight, the pine forest swayed wildly, and a petite figure slowly emerged in the moonlight.

The night breeze gently glides through the treetops.

Gong Jiu seemed to smell a sweet, bloody scent in the air.

Hongxiu slowly walked out from the moonlight, and said calmly, "Hyena, how did you end up with Little Spider's 'Divine Spider Sword'?"

(End of this chapter)