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

Chapter 213 Qin Mengyao (Seeking monthly votes!)

The sky was high and clear, and the rosy clouds shone in countless rays.

Wispy clouds, like fine feathers, dotted the azure sky, making it a rare and beautiful winter day.

A magnificent carriage, driven by two servants, one in black and one in white, stopped in front of a spacious courtyard.

At this moment, Pang Ban was lying on a bamboo recliner, intently reading a Tang Dynasty legend.

As the winter wind blows, the only sounds besides the rustling of leaves are the babbling of the stream flowing under the small bridge in front of the pavilion.

Fang Yeyu stood respectfully behind Pang Ban.

Pang Ban looked at the book in his hand and said calmly, "You're back."

Fang Yeyu bowed and said, "Master, we have completely defeated the Eight Sect Alliance. Among the eighteen top experts, Shaolin Zhiji, Xining Sect Ye Xianghui, and Changbai Sect Li Yifeng have all been killed. Teacher Li and others pursued for thousands of miles and slaughtered more than 150 experts."

"The Eight Factions Alliance has suffered a major setback this time, losing more than it gained."

Pang Ban gently turned the page and smiled, "Playing chess requires an evenly matched opponent. Ye Yu, ever since you were bullied by the Three Fiends, you have been able to handle the Eight Factions Alliance with ease."

Fang Yeyu sighed, "Indeed, compared to the Three Fiends, the experts of the Eight Sect Alliance are as delicate as newly sprouted leeks. With a light swing of their blades, they fall in droves."

“This is the importance of a good opponent.” Pang Ban closed the Tang Legend and laughed, “Now the world has waves turning upside down, three fierce men, and Li Ruohai. Ah! I am not alone on this path.”

Fang Yeyu said, "Master, Lang Fanyun and Li Ruohai still possess immense magnanimity, and if they were to contend with you, they would be straightforward. However, the three villains..." He shook his head and sighed, "These three are ruthless and black-handed, and they are particularly skilled in sneak attacks and tricks, which can bring us great losses!"

“Every action of anyone has a reason, and therefore leaves a trace,” Pang Ban said slowly. “You lost your hand two months ago, but now that they have recovered, you should not provoke them.”

The Demon Master slowly glanced at him: "In the Demon Master's Palace, apart from Chi Mei, Nian Lian Dan, and Hong Ri, almost no one can escape from their clutches."

Fang Yeyu trembled violently, clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "Disciple, I understand!"

"Don't feel embarrassed. You should know that a temporary setback is nothing. A man can bend and stretch."

Fang Yeyu touched the halberd on his back and replied, "Thank you for your teachings, Master."

Pang Ban looked at the distant sky and asked, "Have you seen Li Ruohai?"

Fang Yeyu shook his head: "No! But I know that this person is an absolute martial arts fanatic and a true martial arts master."

Pang Ban laughed and said, "He came to see me twenty years ago. At that time, I knew that he was a man who had nothing but martial arts!" He paused and slowly said, "At that time, I predicted that after cultivating martial arts for twenty years, only I was worthy to be his opponent."

Fang Yeyu was shocked and exclaimed, "What?"

Although he had a high opinion of Li Ruohai, he still did not expect that Pang Ban's praise for Li Ruohai would reach such a level.

Pang Ban laughed heartily: "Everyone in the world underestimates him! This man is extremely arrogant and will surely openly challenge me in the future." He suddenly changed the subject, "However, now he has a reference point and has temporarily turned his attention to that reference point."

Fang Yeyu's eyes widened, the gloom between his brows vanished, and he shouted, "Ren Shaoyang!"

Pang Ban nodded and said, "That's right! Li Ruohai will definitely seek a fair fight with Ren Shaoyang to see if he can challenge me." A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he added, "Let them fight like dogs first!"

Fang Yeyu replied, "Yes, Master!"
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A ferry crossing outside Wuchang city.

Shang Liang stared blankly at the tall white donkey.

No, a donkey actually managed to wear a hole in a dirt road that had been worn down by people and horses over the years.

Is that a donkey?
Shang Liang looked at the white donkey, and the white donkey snorted disdainfully.

What the hell!

It looks down on me!
Shang Liang panicked and shouted, "You damned beast!" He drew his knife in a flash and slashed at the donkey's head.

The white donkey lost its temper and, moving like a whirlwind, suddenly kicked out with a series of thuds from its hind legs.

"Crack!"

Shang Liang's long sword was kicked to the ground and shattered. Then, he was hit in the chest by a hoof. He opened his mouth and let out two low cries of "Ah ah" before flying backward!

A good while later, someone finally snapped out of their shock and shouted hoarsely, "Ah! Avenge Protector Shang!"

The dozen or so people around them immediately shouted in unison, raised their knives, and charged at Donkey and Han Bai.

Han Bai exclaimed in surprise, holding Hui'er and trembling.

The white donkey then brayed loudly, stood on its hind legs, and with a flick of its head, tossed one person into the air; with a kick of its hoof, it knocked down several more people.

Seeing someone chopping off a donkey's leg, he immediately roared in anger, and with a flick of his hind leg, he smashed the donkey's head to pieces, sending it flying.

In just a few breaths, only a few people remained standing in the distance, their faces ashen, trembling uncontrollably, stammering, "Demon, monster!" Suddenly, they felt a movement in their crotches and wet their pants.

Suddenly, someone pointed and shouted, "Here it comes! That demonic donkey is here!" Everyone turned around and looked, their hearts pounding, and they almost wet their pants.

That white donkey with its crooked mouth, sticking out its tongue, and glaring eyes charged at us.
Everyone turned around immediately and ran away, crying and screaming.

After seeing those people run away, the white donkey suddenly stopped and glanced furtively at the approaching ship.

He turned and ran towards Han Bai, tossed his head and threw him onto his back with a "thud," and then took off running with the little mare.

Although the white donkey's steps were small and quick, they were so fast that Han Bai was lifted into the air, shouting and crying uncontrollably.

But the donkey and the horse fled frantically, heading straight for Wuchang City.

Just then, a loud rumbling sound was heard, and a large boat appeared on the shore. The boat was ten feet high and had wheels on both sides, making it a land-based vessel. It was pulled forward by more than ten fine horses.

It turned out that what was coming was a "treasure wheel ship," which could be a car when it landed and a ship when it entered the water.

Then, after the treasure ship docked, it stood like a high platform, with more than twenty people standing or sitting at the bow.

The leader was a burly man in brocade robes, with a majestic figure and piercing eyes.

If Han Bai were to see him, he would surely recognize him.

The newcomer was none other than Tan Yingshou, one of the top masters on the "Black List," known as the "Ten Evil Manor Lord." He was renowned for his palm techniques and had created the "Mysterious Qi Technique," possessing extraordinary internal strength. After successively killing nine renowned masters from the righteous path, those who sought revenge have all met their end at his hands to this day.

If we're talking about the most bloodthirsty person on the blacklist, it has to be this one.

Tan Yingshou's gaze slowly swept across the entire scene, landing on a group of disciples collapsed on the shore, before finally settling on Shang Liang, who was clutching his chest and kneeling. His expression remained calm, but he turned his gaze to Wuchang City, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "What's the point of all this!"
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Ren Shaoyang got carried away with the drinking, picked up the wine jar and gulped it down in one go, then shouted loudly, "Waiter, this wine is strong, bring me another jar!"

The waiter cried out in a pitiful voice, "Sir, there's none left, not a single drop!"

"If you're out of money, just go get some from the tavern next door. A living person can't let themselves die from holding their pee, can they?" Ren Shaoyang pulled a purse from his pocket, shook out a silver ingot, tossed it to him, and laughed, "Or are you worried I'll be short of money for your drinks?"

The man, who was half-dead on the ground, still raised his hand and drunkenly shouted, "Drink some more!"

The waiter was overjoyed to see the silver and immediately ran downstairs to buy wine at a nearby restaurant.

Ren Shaoyang sat at the table, glanced out the window, and noticed that the beggars' stalls on the street were still bustling with activity. He called over the owner, asked for a food box, pointed to Hongxiu's stall, and asked him to deliver it there.

With gold and silver paving the way, the boss was overjoyed and immediately prepared the dishes and went to deliver them.

Just then, a startled cry came from the stairwell: "Oh dear, Brother Xiaoban? What's wrong with you?"

Before the words were finished, the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard. A tall, thin old man in his fifties led four men and one woman up the stairs.

These four men and one woman were all quite young, between eighteen and twenty years old, and their clothes were very elegant, clearly indicating that they were from prominent families.

The ancient longsword he carried on his back was extremely conspicuous, clearly indicating that he was from the righteous sect, the Ancient Sword Pool.

The tall, thin old man strode over to the young Taoist priest, checked on him, and found that he was just drunk, which relieved him.

The old man turned his head and gave Shao Yang a deep look: "Young brother, what's going on with Brother Xiaoban?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly at them, placed his hands on the table, and said, "This Taoist priest was feeling down and drank a bit too much, so he just lay down on the ground."

"Discontented?" The old man frowned, and snorted coldly. "What did he tell you? Tell me the truth!"

This man spoke extremely rudely. Seeing that Ren Shaoyang looked young, he arrogantly acted like a senior expert, ordering him around.

Ren Shaoyang, feeling the effects of the alcohol, glanced at him sideways and said, "Who the hell are you talking to?"

The tall, thin old man was furious, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes: "Young friend, I am Leng Tiexin, the 'Banana Rain Sword' of the Ancient Sword Pool, and my elder brother is Leng Bieqing, the Ancient Sword Elder. Forgive my poor eyesight, but I don't know your name?"

This person is one of the eighteen top masters in the Eight Sects Alliance. His status is second only to the Shaolin sword monk Bu She and Changbai Xie Feng. He holds a prestigious position and has always been arrogant and disdainful of everyone.

Normally, as soon as he announced his name, everyone in the martial arts world would exclaim in awe and admiration, putting them at a disadvantage for no reason.

Who is Ren Shaoyang?

Many of them are top figures in the martial arts world, peerless masters whom even their enemies, who hate them to the bone, have to call "Sword God".

Even if they are no match for Pang Ban now, it's just that they can't beat this old demon.

What's so special about an ancient sword pool?
How dare someone as cold-hearted as Leng Tiexin boss me around?

Ren Shaoyang didn't reply, but with a wave of his sleeve, he extended his right hand.

Leng Tiexin felt a powerful force strike him and cried out in surprise, involuntarily taking two steps forward.

"Hmph! You dare to put on airs in front of me with such paltry tricks?" Ren Shaoyang sneered, grabbing Leng Tiexin's Qihai acupoint with his five fingers. Leng Tiexin's Qi immediately dissipated and his power vanished, leaving him limp.

This immediately caused chaos in the hall. With a clang, the four men and one woman drew their swords, pointed them, and shouted.

"Oh!"

"You little thief, let go of my master's uncle!"

"This guy has shifty eyes; he's obviously a demon. Forget the rules of the martial world, attack him together!"

As they spoke, several men rushed forward, their longswords flashing with a flurry of power, their swords flashing like thunder and lightning. These men's swordsmanship was superb, truly displaying the style of masters.

Ren Shaoyang didn't even look at him. He grabbed Leng Tiexin's arm and threw him off the stairs.

Bang! Crash! Bang bang bang
Leng Tiexin rolled down like a ball, seemingly crashing into bowls, chopsticks, tables, and chairs, knocking over a large area.

At the same time, the five men's longswords arrived.

Ren Shaoyang remained seated, and with a flick of his fingers, two people were struck by the force of his fingers, their bodies feeling as if frozen, trembling and collapsing.

He then swung his elbow out with a backhand strike, and with a clang, the elbow struck the tip of the sword, sparks flying everywhere. The woman screamed in agony as her hand split open, and she jumped three feet before landing on the ground.

Finally, the two were both angry and anxious, and they swung their swords wildly at the head and face.

Ren Shaoyang coldly said, "What kind of bullshit swordsmanship is this?" Before he finished speaking, he casually picked up the wine jar and swung it.

With a loud "bang," the two were thrown out of the window and landed on the ground.

In a flash, with just four moves—a grab, a finger, an elbow, and a swing—Ren Shaoyang knocked the renowned Gu Jianchi master to the ground.

His movements were so graceful and his methods so skillful that everyone present was secretly shocked, feeling that the blue-robed youth's martial arts were incredibly high and mysterious.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang felt as if a thorn had pierced his heart. It made him extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh?"

"Canglang!"

A sword light burst through the window and hurtled straight toward his face.

This was done with incredible speed, and Ren Shaoyang was right next to him, in the middle of a breather, and it was too late for him to even think of it.

Unexpectedly, just as the sword light arrived, a beam of blue light shot out and collided head-on with it.

In an instant, two sword lights shot out like scattered stars, clanging and clattering like a storm.

Suddenly, the sword light paused and was abruptly withdrawn.

The restaurant fell silent, except for the leisurely voice of the young man in the blue robe in the center.

"Who is coming?"

A unique aura slowly emerged, accompanied by the pleasant fragrance of pear blossoms and orchids.

Then a clear, melodious female voice, like a gentle spring, said, "Qin Mengyao from Cihang Jingzhai greets Mr. Ren!"

(End of this chapter)