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

Chapter 196 Never Bow Down

"Hmph, arrogant!"

Hua Jieyu snorted coldly, tore open the sash and held it in her hand, revealing her red undergarment underneath.

Liu Yaozhi: "Young Master, I think he's refusing to listen to reason and will have to suffer the consequences!"

“Yes, the young master is offering guidance from a demonic master, gold and silver treasures, and a peerless beauty. Such sincerity is unparalleled!” Wei Lidie glared at him fiercely, her eyes filled with jealousy and resentment. “But this brat mistook our goodwill for weakness!”

"Yes! This is intolerable!" roared the bald, burly man in a cassock beside him, carrying a shovel. "How dare you! You spout nonsense! I, the evil monk, would love to be the first to smash your father's head in!"

A sharp laugh came from the other side.

A white-haired old woman with a witch-like appearance, carrying a staff, laughed and said, "For the past twenty years, we, the 'Evil Sand Castle,' have been ordered by the sorcerer to go into hiding, which is why we have allowed a nobody like you to rise to power. Do you really think that just because we've given you some face, you're someone important?"

Fang Yeyu did not slam his fist on the table and stand up like the others behind him. Instead, he said softly without turning his head, "Tea master, bring up a pot of boiled water."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, and the tea server, who looked completely bewildered, promptly brought over the kettle.

Then Hua Jieyu chuckled softly, took out a tea box, picked out a small pinch of tea leaves, and gently placed them in the teacup.

The tea leaves were a pale blue-green, shaped like cicadas, and seemed unremarkable at first glance. However, when boiling water was poured over them, a wonderful fragrance immediately filled the building, refreshing and delightful.

Ding'an stared at the tea and asked, "Hey, cripple, this tea smells like sandalwood, it's so strange!"

Ren Shaoyang also shook his head, unaware of the tea's origin.

Fang Yeyu smiled and said, "This tea is called 'Cicada Tea,' and it comes from an old tea tree planted by Master Chongyang next to the Chengdao Palace."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "It looks like a cicada, but its aroma is elegant and fragrant. It is indeed a good tea."

"Of course it's good tea." Fang Yeyu smiled leisurely, his eyes revealing a sharp edge. "Back then, my grandmaster Meng Chixing broke through the gates of Chongyang Palace and forcibly took this tea tree from Tianshan. After three generations of hard work, the old branches have sprouted new buds, allowing the younger generation to drink this famous Taoist tea!"

As they were talking, he pushed the teacup in front of them.

"Brother Ren, Brother Li, please have a taste!"

Ren Shaoyang looked at the tea in the bowl and frowned, saying, "Using the past to satirize the present?"

Fang Yeyu chuckled, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said quietly, "Brother Ren, I just gave you two treasures, but the last treasure is just a sentence."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Speak, I'm all ears."

Fang Yeyu's smile faded, and his eyes flashed with a divine light as he opened and closed them: "Life is like climbing a mountain; it's better to take action than to stand up."

Ren Shaoyang sat down in his chair and said arrogantly, "Are you telling me to bow my head?"

Fang Yeyu smiled and said, "Those who understand the times are the heroes."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, his sharp edge revealed: "What is 'current affairs'?"

Fang Yeyu looked around, spread his arms, and the people behind him slowly stepped forward. He also revealed his sharp edge: "This is 'pragmatism'! If you know what's good for you, you will be a hero of my Demon Master Palace. If you don't, you will be a worthless corpse that no one cares about!"

"I bother!"

Suddenly, Ding An spat out tea leaves and yelled, "What the hell? It smells like urine!" He was furious and slammed his hand on the table, glancing sideways at Fang Yeyu, "You dog of a Tartar, did you piss yourself?"

"Insolence!" Liu Yaozhi shouted, pointing his spear at the two men. "You won't drink a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup! You're asking for trouble!"

"boom!"

Ding An slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face fierce and domineering: "So what if you don't appreciate my kindness?" He sneered and patted his belly, "If you're not happy, go report it to the authorities!"

"you!"

The white-haired, red-faced, and others were furious and were about to step forward.

"Stop!" Fang Yeyu shouted, slowly standing up and looking intently at Ren Shaoyang. "Brother Ren, are you really going to turn a blind eye to the goodwill of the Demon Master Palace?"

Ren Shaoyang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "I just finished talking about the two treasures of life, but Master Zhuo actually has a third treasure that he hasn't mentioned yet."

"Oh?" Fang Yeyu said calmly, "Please speak."

Ren Shaoyang slowly rose, his playful smile vanishing, replaced by a sharp glint like a blade. His voice boomed like a bell: "The third treasure of life is never bowing your head! This 'never bowing your head' is not the bravado of a brute, but rather an iron will and an indomitable spirit!"

"Integrity?" Fang Yeyu's eyes were as cold as ice. "It seems we are destined to be enemies, not friends."

Ren Shaoyang toyed with the rabbit-hair bowl in his hand and laughed, "His lofty spirit surpasses that of heroes, and his elegance is certainly not inferior to others?"

"Damn it! Are you never going to stop spouting nonsense?"

A burly man wielding a stick roared, his long iron rod plunging and thrusting with fierce force towards Ren Shaoyang!
This move clearly shows that the other side had planned it all along, determined to dampen Ren Shaoyang's spirits.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly glanced at him sideways and laughed, "Stop fooling around."

As he spoke, he poured a teacup, flicked it lightly with his finger, and hurled it at the big man with a "whoosh".

The bowl spun out, and the big man was about to sweep it down with his stick.

Suddenly, Fang Yeyu shouted, "Don't touch it!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the teacup suddenly sped up, as if an invisible hand had given it a push.

Seeing this, the burly man quickly raised his stick to parry, but suddenly felt a jolt in his chest. With a cracking sound, he was sent flying backward, crashing against the wall with a thud. The entire pavilion trembled slightly, and dust fell from the beams. With a clang, the iron rod fell to the ground.

Everyone turned to look and saw that the big man had a teacup embedded in his chest, stuck to the wall like a painting, his eyes wide open, but there was no trace of life in him.

Ren Shaoyang looked at the astonished crowd and said calmly, "This is my 'unyielding spirit'!"

"kill!"

The white-haired, red-faced, and others shouted fiercely and charged forward.

Just then, a loud bang was heard, and a magnificent flame appeared before our eyes!
The fire was intense, and the tea in the teacup was aroused, rising a foot high, like waves and snow, crystal clear and bright white.

The tea suddenly emitted wisps of white mist, which rushed towards everyone!

Suddenly, the wicked old woman shouted, "Be careful, there's something strange about this tea!"

Before the words were finished, a hissing sound was heard, followed by screams.

More than ten people were splashed with tea, howling in pain as flames suddenly burst from their bodies as they fled in all directions!
Amidst the firelight and white mist, Ding An's robust figure moved slowly forward, making a clicking sound.

Ding An slowly exhaled a breath of white air and said in a deep voice, "Soft Blade, Water and Fire in Harmony!"

With white hair and willow branches swaying, and red flowers whispering secrets, Wei Lidie and the others, their faces solemn, dispersed and slowly made their way towards Ding'anwei.

the other side.

Ren Shaoyang and Fang Yeyu stood facing each other. Although they did not speak, their eyes met and a hissing sound seemed to be generated by electricity.
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As Hongxiu stepped out of the teahouse, a cool breeze greeted her, sending a shiver through her body and instantly clearing her mind.

The wind and rain stopped, and the landscape was as beautiful as a painting.

"The scenery is really nice; I could stay here for a while."

Hongxiu exhaled a breath of air, and her heart immediately filled with joy. She walked down the street with her hands in her sleeves.

A light drizzle was still falling from the sky, dampening her hair slightly, which soon made the girl look even more radiant.

With her hands behind her back, Hongxiu hummed a song and walked aimlessly toward the street corner.

As she strolled along, she somehow ended up in a straight and narrow alley.

The alley is flanked by high firewalls on both sides of the houses. The walls were originally white, but with the passage of time and rain, the black base underneath has been exposed, giving them a mottled and weathered appearance.

The moon has risen, but its light is dim.

The alley has high and narrow walls; although it is not long, it gives people a very deep and secluded feeling.

Hongxiu looked around for a while, then suddenly covered her mouth with her hands and called out, "Hey, is anyone there?"

The sound drifted and echoed, but no one responded.

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow, put her hands behind her back, and strode in, continuing straight ahead.

They soon reached the end of the alley, where there was a corner on the left, which the little beggar turned naturally.

Suddenly, the view opened up before them, revealing a pavilion surrounded by green trees.

Hongxiu frowned and walked towards the pavilion where the lights were lit.

Upon entering the pavilion, one sees a fine red candle burning inside each of the stone lanterns around the room, illuminating the entire pavilion in a magnificent manner.

There was food and wine on the table, but the host was nowhere to be seen.

The little beggar touched it with his little hand, and lo and behold, it was still warm!

Her eyes darted around, she grinned, and then sat down in the center with an air of nonchalance, picked up the prepared chopsticks, and prepared to feast.

After drinking a few sips of hot soup and a few sips of rice wine, Hongxiu felt better and ate a few bites of beef and fatty chicken.

She took another sip of wine, smacked her lips, and exclaimed loudly, "Such a grand display, even my great-grandfather couldn't have done it this way!"

"Is that right?"

A deep, masculine voice drifted through the rustling wind outside the pavilion.

Floating and indistinct, vague and indistinct.

Hongxiu seemed to have sensed something was amiss. She toyed with her wine glass in one hand and placed the other on the "Candle Flower Red" sword at her waist, saying with a grin, "Since you're here, why don't you show yourself and join us?"

"What a moving and enlightening voice!" the voice sighed.

Then a tall, imposing figure stood at the end of the alley.

A strong wind blew, causing his sleeves to flutter wildly, but his tall figure remained motionless, standing proudly upright.

His eyes, which seemed to be those of a god or demon, slowly swept over, as if they could see right through the little beggar. He smiled slightly and continued speaking.

"Witch!"

(End of this chapter)