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

Chapter 192 Boating on the River
"You're just bragging!"

Their discussion was overheard by martial arts practitioners nearby, and some of them raised questions.

“Chi Zunxin is a master on the ‘Black List,’ a grandmaster who is most knowledgeable in all martial arts throughout history. How could he possibly disappear?”

"That's right, he has 'Seven Fiends' under his command, notorious for their ruthlessness. Aren't you afraid of getting come knocking on your door for spouting such nonsense?"

The burly man who had mentioned 'Chi Zunxin's disappearance' looked dejected and muttered to himself, "How did I brag? In the past few months, have you seen 'Werewolf' Bu Di intervened in every major and minor matter?"

"What's the matter?"

"You have no idea how deep the water is here."

"What's the secret? Tell me quickly, stop keeping me in suspense!"

The burly man continued, "It doesn't matter who appears, what matters is who you can't see! It doesn't matter who doesn't show up, what matters is who doesn't show up at all." He chuckled, "That'll be interesting."

"Huh?" someone exclaimed in surprise. "Who is it, Chi Zunxin?"

The burly man made a "one" gesture: "What does it mean if someone hasn't shown up for over a month? It means they're either sick or missing! So, look at his junior brother 'Werewolf' Bu Di, isn't he the most prominent?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, realizing that what the old man said was probably true.

"Bu Di is ruthless and cunning, even Chi Zunxin is astonished by him, I'm afraid..."

"Hey~! Let's drink! Let's drink!"

The group promptly ended the conversation and resumed drinking.

At this moment, the waiter finally brought out the food and drinks.

The three thugs, who had been listening intently, finally relaxed and focused on the food.

The Sanhua wine from Guilin Prefecture is extremely famous. During the Song Dynasty, it was called "Ruilu". Due to its exquisite craftsmanship, it has a smooth taste and an endless aftertaste.

Of course, good wine should be paired with good food. The little beggar sucked on snails, ate steamed meat, and slurped up rice noodles.

Ding'an, on the other hand, dipped Lipu taro in white sugar, held it in his arms, and ate it with great relish.

Ren Shaoyang held a wine cup in his hand, sipping his wine leisurely. He turned his head slightly and noticed a scholar-looking man frequently glancing at the food and wine on his table. The man was thin and looked quite destitute.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and invited him to join the table, then called the waiter to bring more wine and dishes.

The scholar thanked him and sat down. After chatting for a while, he learned that the scholar was also from a martial arts family, but his family had fallen on hard times.

"Are you young heroes and heroines still heading west?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "The scenery of Guilin is something we must see."

The scholar sighed and said earnestly, "Young hero, this place is not peaceful lately. You can enjoy the scenery anytime, but you only have one life. It would be best not to linger here and leave as soon as possible."

Ren Shaoyang asked, "Is there something amiss in Guilin Prefecture?"

"Don't be fooled by the current calm. A few days ago, I saw the 'Black and White Servants' of the Demon Master's Palace here. These two are servants of the 'Demon Master' Pang Ban, and they are here now."

The scholar took a sip of wine, looking worried: "I'm afraid Guilin Prefecture is about to be thrown into chaos."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Thank you, I understand."

Seeing his indifferent expression, the scholar realized he hadn't listened. He also noticed the two foodies across from him arguing over a piece of taro. He sighed inwardly, thinking to himself that it was indeed difficult to persuade such a damned person.

So he drank and chatted with Ren Shaoyang and the others, and then said no more.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the group said their goodbyes.

Ren Shaoyang and his two companions drove their donkey cart along the street and found an inn.

When I checked into the hotel, I asked the staff, and sure enough, there were many unfamiliar faces in Guilin Prefecture recently. Most of them spoke with a Manchu accent and acted arrogantly.

The situation was indeed as the scholar had described, and it might even be more serious than he had said—the people of the Demon Master's Palace had already taken control of the Zunxin Sect through the "Werewolf" divination, and thus controlled the entire underworld forces in the western border region.

“The heavens are unleashing a deadly attack, shifting stars and changing constellations!” Hongxiu grabbed Ren Shaoyang’s hand and pointed to the stars outside the window, saying, “I’m afraid we’re about to be drawn into a series of major events again.”

“Yeah!” Ding’an chimed in from the side, “Just like the story the cripple told. Wherever we go, something big happens, eh? What was the protagonist’s name again?” He scratched his head as he spoke.

"Death God Elementary School Student!"

"Yes!" Ding'an patted his belly and exclaimed, "Don't we look just like him?"

"It's like a fart!" Ren Shaoyang said irritably. "You think it's a nice word?"

He leisurely picked up the tea, took a sip, and then quickly spat it out with a "pui pui pui" sound.

The tea is too hot.

"Crippled man, little beggar," Ding'an looked at the night sky, dotted with stars, "What do you think will happen next?"

Hongxiu glanced at the sky, her misty eyes shifting slightly as she smiled and said, "The weather will be nice tomorrow, how about a boat trip on the Li River?"

“Alright,” Ren Shaoyang laughed, then looked at Ding An, “A severed hand is like rain falling from the sky or a mother remarrying; it’s something that’s destined to happen in this world. We can’t stop it, so let it be. Why think so much about it?”

"Besides, with your brain, is thinking so much even useful?"

Ding An was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "That's true."

"Go to sleep early, you've had a long day. We'll go to the Li River tomorrow."

"Okay!"
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Qin had 120 strategic passes and fortified towns, while Han had 36 detached palaces.

The towering cassia palace faces the jade tower, and the graceful pepper-scented chamber connects to the golden house.

Three main streets and nine lanes line the city's beauties, and ten thousand households and a thousand gates open at dawn.

The covered walkway leads diagonally to Zhique Temple, while the crossroads point directly to Phoenix Terrace.

As soon as the word "stage" was uttered, the red-skirted dancers who were gracefully fluttering in the air suddenly stopped, and surrounded the white-clad woman who was leading the dance in the center, posing in a way that resembled a hundred flowers in full bloom.

A thunderous roar of cheers erupted from all around.

After clapping and smiling, Ke Fangyu couldn't help but cover his mouth and yawn slightly.

It's really boring.

At this moment, he sat in the main seat of the Zunxin Sect, surrounded by a feast of delicacies, but he only tasted a little of everything, some even untouched. Even so, he felt somewhat nauseous.

Accompanying them on both sides were not only the "Werewolf" Bu Di and other masters of the Zunxin Sect, but also "White Hair" Liu Yaozhi and "Red Beauty" Hua Jieyu, Wei Lidie, the master of "Wan E Sha Bao" (Ten Thousand Evil Sand Fortress), one of the three evil dens in the Jianghu, and his subordinate masters, the evil monk and the evil old woman, Xie Kaicheng, the "Entangling Soul Stick" and others.

The tables around the room were packed with people, some of whom were simply standing, but no one dared to look in their direction for more than a second.

"Hahaha!" Bu Di laughed loudly, toasting Fang Yeyu, "Little Demon Master, your wisdom and methods are extraordinary. In just one week, you have taken control of Zunxin Sect and driven out 'Thief King' Chi Zunxin. I truly admire you!"

Fang Yeyu smiled faintly. He was handsome and dashing, yet his physique was imposing and robust—a discordant yet harmonious combination. (Isn't this just like the style of Hong Kong comics?)
He toasted Bu Di, drank it all in one gulp, and casually said, "Sect Leader Bu is only willing to guard the western martial arts world and wait for the right time."

Bu Di nodded repeatedly and said loudly, "Little Demon Master, please rest assured, my Zunxin Sect will definitely do its best to help you!" He then changed the subject, "Now that you have subdued 'Qianluo Mountain City,' the two Black List experts, 'Ten Evil Manor Lord' Tan Yingshou and Xiaoyao Sect Master Mo Yixian, have also fallen into our trap and are working together to deal with the Angry Dragon Gang."

Immediately afterward, Bu Di's whole body seemed to tense up. He reached out and gestured to his neck, asking cautiously, "But when will the time be right?"

"Heh, Sect Master Bu, the time is not yet ripe. Why be in such a hurry?"

Fang Yeyu glanced at him, laughed heartily, and then stretched.

"Ugh, I'm so tired today."

Bu Di understood immediately and quickly said, "Little Demon Master, I have prepared a room for you. You have been working hard for many days, so please take a good rest."

Fang Yeyu smiled and said, "You're sensible."

Bu Di quickly echoed with a smile.

Just then, Fang Yeyu suddenly said, "Do you know about the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier' who appeared on Nujiao Island a year ago?"

Bu Di frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and asked, "Forgive my ignorance, but I have never heard of these three people."

“It’s not that you’re inexperienced,” Fang Yeyu said leisurely, sipping his tea. “These three people made a move on Angry Dragon Island that night, and then disappeared without a trace.”

"They intervened back then too?"

Fang Yeyu smiled slightly and said, "They've succeeded, and their results are astonishing."

"Please enlighten me, little demon master."

Fang Yeyu said quietly, "These three first joined forces to attack and injure 'Left-Handed Blade' Feng Han, and then they bullied the injured 'Poison Hand' Qian Luo, making him recover for more than half a year."

"Huh?" Bu Di was shocked, and a chill ran through him. "These 'Three Fiends' are so vicious and ruthless, and they have no martial ethics?"

Fang Yeyu chuckled and said, "With such actions and such a name, aren't you a member of the demonic path?"

Bu Di cautiously asked, "Little Demon Master, are you going to mention them now?"

The candlelight shone brightly, but it couldn't illuminate Fang Yeyu; his face was hidden in shadow and couldn't be clearly seen.

"Why did these three devils have to come at the crucial moment when we were setting up our plans?" Fang Yeyu sighed softly, a strange smile playing on his lips. "What am I supposed to think?"

Bu Di's expression darkened: "Are they in Guilin Prefecture?"

Fang Yeyu said leisurely, "Sect Leader Bu, don't think about fighting and killing. First, figure out what their tricks are, and then see whether to recruit them or kill them."

A glint flashed in Bu Di's eyes as he clasped his hands in a fist salute: "You've thought things through much better!"
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The next day.

The three demons drove a donkey cart, laughing heartily, towards the Li River.

We rented a small boat and set sail on the river.

At this moment, at dawn, the riverbank is shrouded in white mist, which covers the layered green mountains. The river water is emerald green, and the wind sweeps by, as if lifting a woman's veil.

The river flows like a green ribbon, and the mountains resemble jade hairpins.

The beauty of this place is so stunning that it can be described as an unparalleled wonder of the world.

The three country bumpkins from the north, who had traveled all over the country for a long time, watched with rapt attention.

Ding'an rowed the oars at the stern, making a light, melodious sound on the water.

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the ship, considering whether to spread his arms like the Titanic, but he was worried about bad luck and ultimately gave up.

Hongxiu took off her shoes and socks, stretched her fair feet into the river, kicked the clear water, and giggled.

At this moment, the fingernails stained red with balsam blossoms and the clear river water complement each other beautifully. The girl's charming laughter echoes across the river, making the gentle beauty and elegance of the Li River landscape even more vivid.

The young women and wives on the nearby pleasure boats stared intently at the white-robed figure standing tall on the covered boat.

Meanwhile, the literati and poets stared at the blood-stained girl washing her feet on the boat, their eyes filled with longing, and couldn't help but sigh: "Indeed, the most beautiful scenery is still people."

At that moment, a wisp of mist drifted in from the river.

At this moment, the distant mountains transform into varying shades of dark blue, appearing and disappearing in the misty fog; the nearby mountains are richly colored, their outlines clear as if carved by a knife; while the distant peaks become pale blue silhouettes, blending into the clouds and mist.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, his long sword pointing diagonally, and danced gracefully in the mist.

He was dignified and disciplined, his lower body as steady as a rock, while the sword light was as fierce as a whirlwind and a torrential rain, swirling around him in perfect harmony of movement and stillness, strength and gentleness.

Later, the sword light surged like a mighty river flowing for thousands of miles, or like a ball of flame rolling and burning on a small boat.

Despite his large, sweeping movements of his upper body, his feet remained perfectly still, and the small boat moved steadily.

Ren Shaoyang practiced with great enthusiasm, his hands gesturing and his eyes following the flow, his demeanor elegant, truly resembling a white-robed immortal in the mist.

The young women and wives on the boats on both sides were mesmerized and thoroughly entertained, biting their cherry lips and clutching their skirts as if they were possessed.

The scholars and literati were also astonished, and exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts, "The ancients said, 'Swords dance across the world, spirit soaring high; the traces of Dongbin, the immortal, are endlessly charming. A flash of cold light moves the stars; sword energy soars to the sky, marking the passage of time.' I thought it was just the ancients' wild imagination, but I never imagined that such a divine person truly existed!"

One of the husbands was extremely jealous. He frowned deeply and spat, "What are you showing off for? Bah!"

The burly man next to him scratched his head: "You threw up on me?"

"Oh, I didn't."

The burly man flew into a rage and punched him, yelling, "You son of a bitch, not only did you spit on me, but you fucking lied to me too?"

Just as chaos erupted on the ship, with cries of pain and screams escalating in unison.

Ten miles away, Bu Di was already leading more than ten riders toward the Li River.

(End of this chapter)