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

Chapter 236 Wear a helmet when fishing!
"Lend me your hand?"

"Yes."

"To help you eliminate demons and uphold justice?"

"Yes."

"Let me be at the forefront, to help you achieve your dreams?"

Reluctantly, he explained, "With Li Ruohai and the three villains around, Pang Ban will have no chance of escaping this place!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said, "Although Old Ghost Pang says one thing and does another, he is at least a peerless expert. What are you?"

Reluctantly, he moved his fishing rod and smiled, saying, "A vanquisher of evil and a defender of justice."

Ren Shaoyang said, "That sounds nice, but do you even deserve it?" He turned to watch him reel in the fish, and sneered, "You were slaughtered like dogs two years ago?"

Reluctantly removing the fish from the hook, he gently tossed it back into the stream, laughing, "Nothing in this world can be accomplished overnight."

"Heh, what a shameless monk," Ren Shaoyang sneered. "According to your usual practice, even if Pang Ban is dead, we'll probably become your next targets."

Reluctantly, she didn't speak, but gently shook her head, her face somewhat gloomy.

"Hmph, Master Bushe, we have different paths and cannot work together. Why bother talking to him?" Suddenly, two people appeared, one with an arrogant expression and the other with a haughty face.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at them and knew that these two must be elites from the eight righteous sects, so he asked, "Who are you? State your names."

A middle-aged man with a cold and stern expression said, "I am Xie Feng, the Bladeless Swordsman. Greetings, Sword God Ren."

An old man, dark-skinned and thin with a face full of wrinkles, laughed and said, "I am Tian Tong from Wudang."

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "You are the top lay master of Wudang that Xiao Ban mentioned?"

He had heard Xiaoban Daoren mention this person before and knew that his "Boundless Sword" was extremely fierce, second only to the Wudang Sect Leader Chunyang Zhenzi and Feibai Daoist.

Tian Tong sneered and did not answer, displaying great arrogance.

Xie Feng then said, "Ren Shaoyang, my son Xie Qinglian died at Han Bai's hands. Please hand this little brat over to me."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said, "Xiao Bai is not the murderer. How could a servant kill your son? Is this an insult to you or an insult to the Eight Factions Alliance?"

Xie Feng coldly asked, "Then who do you think it is?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "It's Ma Junsheng from Shaolin Temple."

"Hmph!" Xie Feng's expression turned cold, and he said loudly, "Ren! If you want to sow discord, why don't you choose someone else?"

Ren Shaoyang shrugged and said casually, "I told you everything, but you didn't believe me."

Tian Tong said coldly from the side, "Ren Shaoyang! I didn't want to say anything about Senior Brother Xiaoban being bewitched by you, but now you've gone too far, so it's time for a fight!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "In the end, it's still about fishing. How boring." He continued to stare at the fishing rod, ignoring them.

Reluctantly, he lowered his eyes, seemingly oblivious to what was happening in the outside world.

Seeing that Ren Shaoyang was calm and showed no intention of getting up, Xie Feng became furious. He drew his long sword and swung it down at Ren Shaoyang's head several times.

He was a master of the Changbai School, second only to the Immortal of Immortality. His swordsmanship was renowned throughout the country. When he made his move, the light of his sword was as bright as snowflakes, descending upon him with astonishing force.

Ren Shaoyang did not turn around. He only twitched his ears slightly and knew the truth. When the knife fell, he gently reached out and grabbed the tip of the knife.

Xie Feng felt as if the sharp blade in his hand had pierced into the mountain rocks, and he was like a mantis blocking the road, struggling to raise his arm in front of the carriage, but he could not move an inch.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Go down." With a flick of his finger, the long sword flew out and hit Xie Feng's lower abdomen "Guanyuan" acupoint with a "thud".

This acupoint is both the pivot of the body's energy circulation and its most vulnerable point. Xie Feng's eyes widened in pain, and he knelt down behind Ren Shaoyang with a thud.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "That's a bit too much formality."

"You son of a bitch!"

Xie Feng was furious. He cursed and screamed in pain, his face contorted with agony, and large beads of sweat streamed down his neck.

Reluctantly opening her eyes slightly, she felt that Ren Shaoyang was truly unfathomable.

Xie Feng's martial arts skills were among the best in the Eight Schools Alliance. Although he was no match for Ren Shaoyang, he shouldn't have been defeated in one move.

But what is the situation now?
Ren Shaoyang remained seated, without even turning around! He simply grabbed the tip of the knife and flicked it, knocking Xie Feng to the ground. The elegance of his move and the subtlety of his strength were truly exquisite.

Upon seeing this, Tian Tong quickly drew his longsword, shouted loudly, and his swift sword came rolling forward like thunder and lightning.

Ren Shaoyang's ears twitched again, and he tilted his head, managing to dodge through a gap in the sword light. He then swung his elbow back, aiming for Tian Tong's chest.

Tian Tong was startled and quickly raised her left hand to intercept.

Benedict!
Tian Tong felt a sharp pain in his palm as an elbow and palm struck his chest. He immediately became unsteady on his feet and staggered back more than ten steps, his body swaying and he had lost the strength to fight again.

"Amitabha."

Reluctantly, he clasped his hands together and loudly chanted the Buddhist mantra: "Sword God Ren, please stop."

"Ha~!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Taking sides now? Why didn't you speak up before?"

Reluctantly, he said, "This humble monk fears that I might escalate the situation."

Ren Shaoyang sneered, "What a master of sophistry, this monk is truly shameless."

Reluctantly, he smiled and said, "Let's stop here and not hurt each other's feelings. We'll take our leave now." With that, he flashed away, already about to help the two up and run.

"Wait a minute!" Ren Shaoyang slowly stood up and said with a playful smile, "Great monk, you came fishing, but it seems you forgot to bring something."

Reluctantly, he took a deep breath, his whole body tense, and slowly said, "Sword God Ren, what did I forget to bring?"

"A helmet."

"A helmet?" Bu She paused, then asked, "What would this humble monk need that thing for?"

Ren Shaoyang slapped the monk with his palm, but laughed and said, "Fishing without a helmet can kill you!"

Reluctantly, he took a deep breath and swung out a powerful palm strike.

Just then, Ren Shaoyang dodged and slipped through the gap in the palm strike, his palm still moving, and struck Bu She's chest.

boom!
His inner force surged from Ren Shaoyang's palm, instantly launching Bu She three or four feet into the air, where she was slammed into the stream like a boulder.

Those wearing straw hats in the distance were all greatly shocked by this sight, and their eyebrows stood on end.

But Bu She was one of the strongest experts in the righteous path. He did a somersault, touched the water with his toes, and jumped back lightly.

Ren Shaoyang did not pursue, but instead looked at his palm and exclaimed, "His internal strength is both firm and gentle, with multiple layers of hidden power. Monk, you have excellent skills."

Reluctantly getting up from the ground, he clasped his hands together and said, "Ren Jianshen is better."

"Hmph, no need for flattery."

Ren Shao moved swiftly to the side, pointing his fingers at Bu She's lower abdomen.

Reluctantly, he frowned, took a slight step back, and tucked one hand into his sleeve. When he struck again, a flash of sword light burst forth, scattering starlight across the sky with a whooshing sound.

"Huh?" Ren Shaoyang exclaimed in surprise, "Your swordsmanship is truly superb!" He twitched his fingertips to avoid the sword light, then suddenly flicked them forward to stab at Ren Shaoyang's left rib.

Reluctantly, the man tilted his body, his longsword slashing diagonally.

"Ding!"

As his fingertips touched the spine of the sword, a burst of firelight slid down from Ren Shaoyang's fingertips.

Reluctantly, he felt a magnificent and vast internal force surge towards him, like a mountain collapsing, washing over him.

"So powerful!" Without giving up, he spun around and, while still in mid-air, unleashed three sword strikes in quick succession. The sword light soared down from the sky, each aimed at Ren Shaoyang's head and shoulders.

Without even raising his eyes, Ren Shaoyang could discern the movement of the sword simply by listening to its force. He knew exactly what the sword was doing, its speed and rhythm, and its precise aim.

In an instant, he swayed, flipped his hand, and unleashed a meteor-like punch that slammed into the sword.

When this punch came, the wind from it was so strong that it sounded like ten thousand horses galloping.

Reluctant to listen, at first I only felt the dense sound of the fists, each sound landing in my heart, until the fists landed on the sword.

Boom!
A loud bang rang out, and the whole body moved, the soul trembled, and hallucinations suddenly appeared before the eyes.

He felt as if he were not in this Peach Blossom Garden, but in Shaolin Temple listening to the morning bell and evening drum, or perhaps in the Dual Cultivation Hall playing the zither with his wife, Gu Ningqing.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a surge of heat rushing towards me, like a raging torrent, incredibly powerful.

With a "crack," his wrist bone broke instantly. Before he could even cry out, he had already become a cloud-riding boy and flew straight backward.

He was already tall, and this flight was involuntary; his body shot out like a long bamboo pole, and with a "plop," he plunged straight into the stream.

Upon seeing this, Xie Feng and Tian Tong were both greatly alarmed. They rushed over, grabbed the monk by the collar, and pulled him out of the stream.

Xie Feng extended a few fingers, intending to straighten the broken bones, but when he touched them, he felt that the wrist bones were shattered beyond recognition, and was secretly shocked: "Ren's methods are ruthless!"

Knowing the "Sword Monk's" extraordinary abilities, he found it hard to believe that anyone other than Pang Ban could shatter his wrist bones without leaving a trace. Realizing he couldn't mend the broken bones, he frowned and dared not move again.

Despite the excruciating pain in his wrist and the large beads of sweat rolling down his face, he remained silent. He simply looked down and discovered that a live fish had pierced through his sole, its texture slippery. Only then did his expression change drastically.

"Amitabha! This humble monk has broken the precept against killing; I am guilty." Reluctantly, he removed the fish from his feet and softly murmured a Buddhist chant.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Great monk, do you know what this is called?"

"This humble monk does not know." Unable to bear the severe pain in his wrist, he could only raise one palm.

Ren Shaoyang said, "A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall."

Looking at Ren Shaoyang with reluctance and full of surprise, he said, "Does Sword God Ren mean that we are not worthy to participate in, or even watch, your three-way battle? Otherwise, our lives will be in danger?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, stepped forward, and under the wary gazes of Xie Feng and the other man, gently brushed his fingers across the wrist of the reluctant man.

Strangely enough, when Xie Feng first touched the broken bone, he was sweating profusely from the pain, but the situation was different when this person did it.

Reluctantly, he felt an overwhelming force surge forth, which entered his meridians and transformed into a gentle force. The pain in the broken bones instantly disappeared, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

After Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, he took the fishing rod and basket, turned around and left, saying indifferently, "You have done a good job in driving out the Tartars, and you are a decent person. It would be a pity to let you go to waste like this. Now that your wrist is injured, you should go and recover. Don't go looking for Pang Ban for no reason."

Before the words were even finished, the person had vanished.

Xie Feng and the other two exchanged glances, all sighing in despair. Their opponent had single-handedly taken on three strong opponents with ease.

Their side couldn't withstand even a single finger or palm strike from the opponent, especially the final punch which came with a deafening roar. Even Xie Feng and Tian Tong, who were standing to the side, were horrified, feeling their hearts sink and finding it difficult to muster any more desire to fight.

Reluctantly, he sighed and said, "Let's go. Mengyao is right. Ren Jianshen's cultivation is so profound that it's beyond our comprehension. Go back and tell everyone not to act rashly."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement and left dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)