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

Chapter 305 You are no longer my match (Seeking monthly votes!)

Half a month after the Prince of Jin rebelled.

Ren Shaoyang and the other two had already returned to Taohuadian by boat, far away from the troubles and disputes in the capital.

When Xi Yingzhen saw them return, she personally prepared a vegetarian meal to welcome them.

Having endured countless trials and tribulations, including involvement in the power struggles within the imperial court, the three found immediate relief upon returning to their tranquil mountain village.

Looking at the three people whose cheeks were bulging from eating, Xi Yingzhen couldn't help but laugh and said, "Slow down, slow down, there's still a pot of rice left."

"Really?!" The little beggar's eyes lit up. He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, jumped up, and ran off. "I'll go get the rice cooker!"

Watching her run off into the distance, Xi Yingzhen's smile faded. She looked at Ren Shaoyang and said, "You guys came back covered in blood, almost exactly the same as when we first met."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "That's why we need to cultivate our character and temperament!"

When the three villains first transmigrated, they had experienced the bloody storms of Gu Long's world, and were fundamentally different from the well-regulated and disciplined martial arts practitioners of today.

It was in Peach Blossom Garden that Xi Yingzhen studied the Book of Changes, which allowed him to conceal the bloodshed on his body.

Hands stained with blood—it's not just talk.

When he first arrived, Ren Shaoyang realized that his mindset was not right. Whether facing Feng Han or Qian Luo, he wanted to kill them with one blow.

If they hadn't run so fast, the grass on their graves would probably be waist-high by now.

Thinking of Feng Han and Qian Luo, Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly. One of them was kicked to death by Zhen Sushan, and the other was killed by the Shuiyue Sect.

Now that their fates have been altered, although they have lost some of their heroic spirit, they are living well and can enjoy their old age in peace.

Every sip and every bite, fate is truly wondrous.

"I never expected that Prince Jin, that fool, would actually dare to think and act like that," Xi Yingzhen chuckled. "Zhu Yuanzhang rebelled while he was alive, hey! To be so blinded by greed is truly rare throughout history."

Ren Shaoyang said, "This also means that as soon as Shan Yuru died, Zhu Yunwen abandoned the Heavenly Mandate Sect, and those scumbags were driven to desperation."

“That makes sense.” Xi Yingzhen stroked his beard and nodded. “Those who are having a good time today will be held accountable tomorrow. The Heavenly Mandate Sect, no, the Demonic Sect, will probably all be wiped out.”

At this moment, Hongxiu came over carrying a rice pot and first served Ding'an, who was wrapped in bandages, a large bowl.

Ding'an chuckled; with a missing tooth, he looked even more goofy.

The young beggar served rice to Xi Yingzhen and Ren Shaoyang one by one, and said indifferently, "Making a list? This is not an easy task."

"Oh?" Xi Yingzhen asked her with a smile, "Granddaughter, what did you see this time?"

"It's nothing," Hongxiu said with a smile. "It's just that I saw Old Zhu give the Prince of Yan the power to investigate the Prince of Jin's rebel faction."

Xi Yingzhen snorted and said, "They're using him like a knife, discarding him once they're done."

"Hey! Grandpa, you're absolutely right!" Hongxiu gave a thumbs up.

"Haha!" Xi Yingzhen laughed loudly, "This old Taoist has dealt with Zhu Yuanzhang for so many years, do you think I don't understand him?" He sneered slightly, "He's mean and ungrateful, two-faced in public and in private. He was somewhat restrained when Empress Ma was around, but since she died, he's completely changed!"

“You’re absolutely right!” Hongxiu stepped forward to massage his shoulders and continued, “So when the Prince of Yan handed him the memorial, Zhu said, ‘Fourth Prince, are you going to kill all my ministers?’ These words immediately plunged the Prince of Yan into an ice cave.”

Xi Yingzhen stroked his beard and pondered for a long time before saying, "I am not surprised by Zhu Yuanzhang's actions, but it is a pity that Zhu Di was too hasty. He must have affected Zhu Yunwen's followers as well."

After finishing a large bowl of rice, Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "If Old Zhu hadn't stopped him, the Prince of Yan could have directly beheaded Huang Zicheng and Qi Tai."

"You have to throw away the knife after you're done using it!"

Xi Yingzhen chuckled coldly and said, "Zhu Yuan will next reprimand Zhu Di for going too far in correcting the wrongdoing and implicating his relatives, and then push all the blame for the Prince of Jin onto the Imperial Guards and the secret police."

“The best scapegoat is Leng Yan,” Hongxiu nodded.

"That's right, who told him to be so entangled with Shan Yuru, who told him to be Pang Ban's eldest disciple, and who told him to assist Consort Chen in poisoning her at her birthday banquet?" Xi Yingzhen sneered, "He's juggling three relationships at once, he's really courting death."

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "It's a pity he won't die."

Xi Yingzhen frowned and asked, "Why?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "I sensed Pang Ban's presence. He secretly rescued Leng Yan."

"Pangbanha~"

Xi Yingzhen nodded but didn't say anything more. After all, it was the Demon Master who made the move; saving people would be as easy as turning his hand in the palace.

“However, I left something on Leng Yan.” Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly. “There are still two and a half months left. Let Pang Ban disturb his mind.”
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Tianshan Demon Master Palace.

Pang Ban was sitting cross-legged on the summit, taking a short rest.

The howling wind blew against him, but it couldn't even budge a single hair; he seemed as solid as iron.

The two servants, one black and one white, braved the wind and snow to approach, waiting for Pang Ban to wake up.

After a long while, when both of them were covered in ice crystals and their faces were deathly pale, Pang Ban finally woke up, stretched, and without turning around, simply asked, "What is it?"

"Your Majesty, the eldest son requests an audience."

Pang Dianban nodded: "Let him come over."

The crunching sound of footsteps on the snow was as crisp and refreshing as chewing on pickled radishes, echoing from afar.

Lengyan's thin figure slowly appeared, still covered in ice and snow.

Pang Ban still didn't turn around, remaining silent and cold-faced.

Lengyan prostrated himself on the ground, respectfully performed the nine kowtows, and then said in a choked voice, "Disciple begs forgiveness from Master!"

"What crime have you committed?"

Lengyan sighed, "My disciple is frivolous and has been blinded by wealth and glory."

Pang Ban asked, "You've fallen in love with Consort Chen?" "Not only Consort Chen," Leng Yan trembled, "but also Shan Yuru, Bai Fanghua, and other women. I've also fallen in love with the boundless glory of high position and power, sinking deeper and deeper like an alcoholic. If I were to lose all of this, I would feel that life would have no meaning whatsoever."

Pang Ban laughed heartily: "You are indeed a disciple I taught, greedy enough, and frank enough. Otherwise, you wouldn't be leaving here alive today."

Lengyan said in a deep voice, "Why dirty Master's hands? Just say the word, and I will immediately end this life."

Pang Ban shook his head: "If I wanted to kill you, why would I do it myself?"

Lengyan was taken aback, then nodded. He understood Pang Ban's meaning: as long as his master didn't save him, he would never escape Zhu Yuanzhang's capture.

After a moment of silence, Pang Ban asked, "How did you and Shan Yuru get together?"

Lengyan knelt down and sighed, “She knows my weaknesses too well. It’s not just my beauty and power, but also that I have made a promise that if I ever gain the world, I will never go to war beyond the Great Wall, nor will I deal with my junior brother or the people below me. So I can hardly refuse her request.”

"Furthermore, she relies on her as her apprentice to firmly control the entire Imperial Guard. Based on this alone, we have no choice but to cooperate with her."

Pang Ban smiled and said, "Shan Yuru is truly an extraordinary woman, aspiring to be the second Wu Mingkong! It's a pity that she encountered Hongxiu, was beaten and forced to flee in a sorry state, and ultimately met her end under the Lang Fanyun Sword, unable to enjoy her wealth and glory any longer."

Lengyan said in a low voice, "Shan Yuru has no interest in wealth and honor. She usually practices asceticism like a monk."

Pang Ban asked in astonishment, "You haven't had sex with her?"

Leng Yan gave a bitter smile: "After losing to Yan Jing'an, she never had any intimate relations with any man again."

Pang Ban nodded and said, "It's a pity about Shan Yuru. She was a great talent of the Demonic Sect, capable of bewitching enemies without relying on her body and subduing them without a fight. It's just that she encountered Hongxiu, who was naturally her match."

Another silence fell as Pang Ban looked at Leng Yan, who remained prostrate on the ground for a long time.

Covered in snow, it looks like a snowman with its butt sticking out.

Pang Ban finally softened and sighed, "Get up." He pointed a finger at the ground.

"laugh!"

Lengyan suddenly felt a surge of true energy, like a raging dragon, rush into his body. His body instantly felt hot, and all the ice and snow on his body were flung away with a "bang," turning into water vapor in the air. His whole body was enveloped in white steam, as if shrouded in clouds and mist.

His body trembled uncontrollably, his face suddenly flushed, and he coughed up a mouthful of black blood. After wiping his mouth, he turned over and knelt down in front of Pang Ban.

"Thank you so much for healing me, Master!"

Pang Ban waved his hand and said, "Go ahead!"

Without further hesitation, Lengyan bowed three times and nine times to Pang Ban, performing the full ceremony, and then turned to leave.

He knew that once he left the mountain, his master-disciple relationship with Pang Ban would be severed. From now on, he would go his own way and Pang Ban would go his own way, with no further connection between them.

Suddenly, Pang Ban exclaimed "Eh!" His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly stretched out his five fingers and made a grabbing motion towards Leng Yan.

Lengyan, like a puppet on strings, lifted off the ground and suddenly flew in front of Pang Ban.

He suddenly ripped off Leng Yan's clothes, revealing his bare chest, and his expression changed drastically.

Lengyan was puzzled. He looked down and saw four large characters engraved on his chest.

"I'm leaving!"

Pang Ban's hand trembled slightly, and he was greatly shocked and furious: "Go, you're just leaving like this!"

"Master!"

Seeing Pang Ban's unusual loss of composure, Leng Yan couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Are you... are you alright?"

Pang Ban's face was as cold as ice. He didn't say anything, but gently touched the words on Leng Yan's chest.

puff!
Lengyan let out a miserable scream, a flash of blue light appeared on his chest, and blood spurted out!

Pang Ban finally burst into laughter, laughing like a hero, in a state of utter madness!
Reaching out, as if a deity from ancient mythology were catching the moon and seizing the sun, he gently gathered all the blue light into his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Lengyan felt a slight tremor in his chest, as if something had burst open, and the terror of impending death immediately subsided.

He caught his breath and gasped, "Master, what happened?"

Pang Ban's laughter stopped abruptly. With a flick of his sleeve, the bleeding from Leng Yan's chest ceased. He said calmly, "Unbeknownst to you, the Sword God Ren had inscribed words on your chest with his divine skill, 'Sword Aura.'"

"Just now," Leng Yan said softly, "was it the sword's aura?"

"That's right, a sword aura that is unique in the world, the most vicious and the most wondrous!"

"Then, what is Ren Jianshen trying to do?"

"He, pass on a message to me."

"Use my body as a message, to deliver a message?"

“That’s right, that’s his twisted sense of humor.” Pang Ban sighed, “Ren Jianshen relayed a message to Lang Fanyun, asking him to cancel the duel with me.”

"What?" Leng Yan was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "How is this possible?"

In two and a half months, the great battle between Lang Fanyun, Ren Jianshen, and Pang Ban will begin. The arrow is already on the bowstring and cannot be released. Logically speaking, no one in the world can stop this battle that is destined to be remembered for all time.

but.

But now Lang Fanyun is actually going to cancel the duel on his own initiative, and even asked Ren Shaoyang to convey the message?

Lengyan stared blankly, speechless.

After a long while, he asked with a somewhat distorted expression, "Master, why did Lang Fanyun do this?"

Pang Ban stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked at the heavy snow, and said with envy, "Because he thinks that I, Pang, am no longer his match."
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