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

Chapter 235 The Sword Monk's Reluctance
Taohuadian Village, Sangao Residence.

A young man sat under the pavilion in the garden, holding a black bean and resting with his eyes closed.

The young man's white robe billowed and swelled, sweat dripped from his forehead, a few strands of wet hair clung to his cheeks, and his closed eyes continued to tremble.

He was originally handsome, but now he carries a desolate and aloof air of age.

Slowly, Ren Shaoyang opened his eyes, his face pale. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, looked up at the sky, and realized it wasn't yet dawn.

As dawn broke, candlelight could be seen on the distant stream.

That wasn't candlelight; it was the bleak, angry glow of the fishermen.

Ren Shaoyang looked towards the side room again, where the figures of Xi Yingzhen and Xiao Ban Daoren, one thin and one fat, were clearly visible in the candlelight.

They were still busy stitching up Han Bai's wound.

Ren Shaoyang coughed twice, gently placed the black piece in his hand on the center point, and then walked back to his room.

I splashed some water on my face and felt a bit better.

As he wiped his face, he turned his head and gazed thoughtfully at the stream where a few lights twinkled.

In this era of great competition, how can we let these old fishermen monopolize the limelight?
Ren Shaoyang's eyes hardened, even more so than when he confronted Yuan Shisanxian. He resolutely found a fishing rod in his room, carried it, and headed towards the stream.

Inside the room, Hongxiu, fast asleep, mumbled in her sleep, "Again, do we have to buy fish again?"

As Ren Shaoyang stepped out of the courtyard, his face flushed red, and he flew into a rage!
He slammed his palm into the ground, and with a loud bang, a small crater appeared, scattering dirt everywhere. Snakes, insects, and rodents covered their heads and hid.

Ren Jianshen squatted down and picked up the wriggling earthworm, sneering, "Wait until dawn, and I'll cook fish until you choke to death, you little beggar!"

Seeing that it was about time, he got up and strode towards the stream.

Upon arriving at the designated fishing spot, the eastern sky was ablaze with rosy light, the mountains were enchanting, and the scenery was fresh and beautiful.

After breakfast, two or three farmers led their oxen out and exchanged jokes.

Along the riverbank, on the opposite bank, several men in straw hats stood, holding fishing rods and scratching their heads in frustration.

Ren Shaoyang nodded to the familiar old fisherman, said nothing more, and sat down in his seat.

Prepare to unleash a massacre!
Ren Shaoyang wore a straw hat that looked like a bird's nest, his eyes were fixed on the river, but his mind had already flown off to who-knows-where.

In his view, fishing, like drinking tea and playing games, is a good way to clear your mind and relax.

Just like now, his eyes were vacant, completely absorbed in his own thoughts, contemplating the future.

It is common knowledge in the martial arts world that there are only three types of kung fu: external kung fu, internal kung fu, and the extremely rare spiritual kung fu, which correspond to the three essences of essence, qi, and spirit.

In terms of external martial arts, whether it's methods of external training, physical strength cultivation, or bone-changing techniques, ultimately, they all boil down to reversing the body's innate state, making humans resemble wild beasts. Physical training and attack techniques are essentially about maintaining a state of attack like a wild beast encountering danger.

To achieve mastery of internal energy, one needs to practice breathing exercises day after day, or fill the dantian with elixirs, accumulating little by little. This can transform a person, granting them various extraordinary abilities akin to those of immortals or gods.

But the ultimate goal is actually just two words: "health preservation".

The most mysterious and unpredictable of all is the art of the mind.

Take, for example, the "Mountain Classic" from the world of heroes and the "Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Technique" from this world. Very few people have mastered the Refining Divine Martial Arts, simply because it requires extremely high levels of mental fortitude and willpower. Ordinary people, let alone enter the field, have never even heard of it.

Of course, proportional to this is the unparalleled power gained after mastering the skill.

Whether it's Yuan Shisanxian or Phagpa, they are both among the most outstanding figures in the world.

Therefore, when a person possesses an unparalleled physique, a beast-like killing intent and perception, an exceptionally long lifespan, and the ability to injure people from a distance...

Finally, he could also use his divine sense to unify his own internal organs, joints, bones, and meridians at will, and then his divine sense would emerge from his body and manifest outside the physical world.

Such a person not only possesses unparalleled strength, but can also wield Qi to become a god, mastering all laws, astonishing the world.

When ordinary, ignorant people see him, they call him a deity, which is not an exaggeration.

As Ren Shaoyang thought about this, only one person in his heart fit this description.

The inherently evil old ghost, Pang Ban!

"Heh!" Ren Shaoyang chuckled. "He hasn't reached the level of the Battle of Lanjiang Island yet. If he had, he would have been truly divine and unfathomable."

But then he thought again and realized he wasn't discouraged.

After two years of dedicated study, Ren Shaoyang finally grasped the "Hearing Skill," thus creating his unique supernatural ability, "Heavenly Sounds."

Furthermore, based on this, they completely made up for their shortcomings.

Firstly, the "Sword Aura" technique is no longer limited by internal energy and has become his regular method.

Furthermore, "Sword Silk Crossing the Void" solves the problem of pauses during high-speed travel.

He controlled the entire situation through the "Heavenly Melody," combined with the "Concealment" supernatural power. With a thought, people were like floating clouds in the sky, gathering and dispersing without form. Sometimes they moved with incredible speed, and sometimes they became still. Their power was no longer comparable to before.

In the dungeon, after obtaining the magical skill book "Mountain Classic", Xiao Ren recalled the wonders of the "Heartbreak Arrow"—its ability to conceal itself and kill from afar at will.

He looked at his right hand, at the Dragon Capture sword lying quietly in its sheath.

"You, Elder Four, are a flying arrow, so why can't I be a flying sword? You can kill someone from a thousand miles away, so why can't I try the 'Qian Xuesen trajectory'?"

Ren Shaoyang grew happier and happier as he thought about it, and said softly, "When that time comes, not only will the sword be able to fly, but will I be able to fly too? Traveling thousands of miles will not be a dream, and I'll be a humanoid missile!"

As I was thinking this, the fishing rod started to move, so I quickly lifted the rod and pulled it up.

There was a crash.

A menacing blue crab was pulled out of the water.

Ren Shaoyang's face darkened!
An old fisherman standing nearby chuckled, "Master Ren, it seems the River God is bestowing upon you the title of Crab General today."

Someone pointed at the large blue crab and asked, "Master Ren, when did you catch the shrimp soldiers?"

"What about Prime Minister Turtle?" "Old Mudfish will do too."

Everyone burst into laughter, and a joyful atmosphere filled the air.

This attracted the attention of several unfamiliar men in straw hats in the distance.

"Don't rush, don't rush!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Wait, wait until I fish out a dragon palace, then I'll barbecue it for Uncle Qin and Uncle Wang."

"Haha, I'm in for a treat!"

Grandpa Qin added with a smile, "As long as Master Ren doesn't buy any more fish from my old fish basket, that's fine."

Ren Shaoyang's face darkened again, and he muttered, "Isn't this helping you digest it in advance?"

Hearing him say that, everyone burst into laughter again.

After fishing for a while longer, as the sun rose higher, Grandpa Qin and Uncle Wang packed up their fishing rods and prepared to leave with their full catch.

As Uncle Wang walked, he said, "It's really strange. Ever since Master Ren moved to our Peach Blossom Village, my daily fish catch has been inexplicably much larger. Today, the fish even jumped into my fish basket!"

Ren Shaoyang was so angry that his nostrils flared up, and he kept a long face and didn't say a word.

Grandpa Qin craned his neck to look at Ren Shaoyang's fish basket and found it was full of shrimp and crabs, which made him chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" Ren Shaoyang shouted irritably. "Uncle Qin, are you stretching your neck so far because you think I haven't managed to fish out the Turtle Prime Minister, so you want to crawl inside?"

"Hey!" Old Master Qin flicked his sleeve and cursed, "You brat, you talk so meanly, no wonder you can't catch any fish!" With that, he patted his behind and walked away with Uncle Wang.

Ren Shaoyang watched them walk away, then pouted, feeling annoyed.

He hadn't been without methods, but after using "Heavenly Echoes," the fish scattered and gathered under Uncle Qin and Uncle Wang's rods.

It felt like he was hanging fish for them underwater.

Just as he was sulking, a solitary and aloof white-robed monk appeared from the path, carrying a fishing rod and basket, and sat down to Ren Shaoyang's right.

Ren Shaoyang turned his head and looked over, saying, "A Shaolin monk?"

"The Buddha taught all dharma to liberate all minds; if there were no minds, what use would there be for dharma?"

The white-robed monk, with a gentle smile and an ethereal air, possessed an indescribably handsome appearance. He nodded and said, "I am reluctant to part with you. Greetings, Sword God Ren."

Ren Shaoyang looked at him and laughed, "Monk, are you here to cause trouble?"

Reluctantly, he clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "Sword God Ren killed Elder Leng Tiexin of the Ancient Sword Pool and He Qiyang of my Shaolin in Wuchang Prefecture and Huangzhou Prefecture respectively. He deserves an explanation from the Eight Sects Alliance, both morally and logically."

The eight sects he mentioned were eight righteous sects that accepted Zhu Yuanzhang's investiture. Among them, the Shaolin, Wudang, Changbai, and Xining sects formed an alliance to fight against Pang Ban's evil power, restore order, and promote righteousness.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the fishing rod and said calmly, "What kind of explanation do you want?"

"Toot~!"

Reluctantly, he cast his line, staring at the shimmering water, and said with a wry smile, "Is Ren Jianshen trying to renege on his debt?"

"I don't think I did anything wrong," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile. "Why renege on a debt?"

"But you ended up hurting them."

Ren Shaoyang paused, then looked at him: "So what are you going to do? Fight me?"

Why is Ren Jianshen so radical?

Reluctantly, he said seriously, "It is better to resolve enmity than to create it. In this day and age, the righteous path of the martial world is not being upheld, and it is not appropriate for us to suffer any further losses."

"Oh~!" Ren Shaoyang chuckled. "You're not here to seek justice for them; you have another purpose."

"The dead are gone, the living must go on," he said reluctantly. "In all things, we must look forward."

"The shamelessness of you people is truly unprecedented," Ren Shaoyang said with a forced smile. "What, you want me to deal with Pang Ban?" He glanced around and pointed at the man in the straw hat opposite him. "With those rotten tomatoes and stinky bird eggs?"

The people in straw hats on the opposite bank were startled when he pointed at them.

Reluctantly, he maintained his composure and said in a deep voice, "What kind of behavior is this, trembling with fear? Have you not yet paid your respects to Sword God Ren?"

The people opposite, who had been panicked, calmed down immediately upon hearing Rushe's words and clasped their hands in greeting to Ren Shaoyang, saying, "Greetings, Sword God Ren."

Ren Shaoyang scoffed, "You're making such a loud noise, you've scared all my fish away."

Reluctantly, he smiled and said, "If Sword God Ren wants to fish, he can come to the Han residence. The pond there is large, and there are even golden-backed carp. I guarantee you'll have a great time fishing."

"no."

Ren Shaoyang said casually, "Those who offer unsolicited favors are either up to no good or are thieves."

Reluctantly, he said, "We have received news that Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun have exchanged challenges."

"It was something I expected."

He smiled faintly and said, "Pang Ban's demonic arts have been impaired due to Feng Xinglie's influence. In order to hunt down this person, he has now approached Huangzhou Prefecture."

Seeing that Ren Shaoyang was still staring intently at the stream, he continued reluctantly, "Feng Xinglie's master, 'Evil Spirit' Li Ruohai, has already taken action, rescued him, and announced that he would take him away."

"The great battle between Pang Ban and Li Ruohai is about to break out."

Ren Shaoyang asked, "So?"

"so."

With a serious expression, Bu She slowly said, "Our Eight Sects Alliance would like to invite Sword God Ren to come out of seclusion and, on the day of Li Ruohai's decisive battle with Pang Ban, join forces to slay this fiend, eliminate evil, and restore a pure land to the world!"

(End of this chapter)