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

Chapter 347 The Snake King
The day after Ren Jianshen's great victory over the Tang Clan.

As the weather warms, mist hangs over the Li River, turning both banks white.

Just as dawn was breaking, the boatmen moored their boats at the shore, seemingly casually observing the groups of people disembarking.

Tsk tsk, in such a short time, more than ten groups of people have already gone from the direction of Yangshuo, each carrying a knife and a sword, looking like cold-faced killers.

At this moment, the fog seemed impossible to dissipate, shrouding the shore and reaching the sky in a vast expanse of mist.

A boatman said, "With this thick fog, how the hell can we cross the river?!"

"Crossing the river?" An old man smoking a pipe chuckled. "Some people cross the road. But for those who live the Jianghu (江湖子, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry), it's about fame, fortune, and even life and death!"

"Pooh!"

The boatman spat and yelled, "Stop with the damn fancy words! What do you mean?"

The old man didn't take it seriously and laughed, "They're all going there for the 'Order of Heroes of the World'."

"What use is that thing to anyone other than Yue Shuai? It's only useful to him."

"You don't understand!" someone laughed. "The Power Gang has lost more than a hundred experts in Yangshuo. They're desperate, so they've made a huge offer: whoever can snatch the token from the 'Three Fiends' will be rewarded with 100,000 strings of cash!"

"Ten thousand strings of cash!" The boatman's eyes widened like coins. "You couldn't spend it all in a lifetime!"

Greed immediately appeared on everyone's faces, and they began to discuss among themselves.

The old man tapped the ash from his copper cigarette holder and chuckled softly, "This thing is not something you can even dream of."

"What, old man? Don't you want a fortune of 100,000 strings of cash?"

An old voice suddenly came from behind.

The old man shuddered and turned to look.

Two people wearing cloaks stood behind them; judging from their figures, one was an old man and the other a young girl.

They were just being affectionate, looking more like lovers than grandparents and grandchildren.

The old man quickly bowed and said, "Sir, I'm just a poor man, it's good enough that I'm alive. I can't think about anything else, and I dare not think about anything else."

"You old codger, you do have some self-awareness, I'll reward you!"

The old man tossed down a silver ingot and asked, "How many groups of people have passed by?"

The old man lowered his head, not daring to touch the silver on the ground, and said respectfully, "Sir, since yesterday, more than thirty groups of people have gone here. Almost all of them never came back; they were all carried back on door panels."

The girl suddenly asked, "Have you ever seen a young man in white robes, who looks to be in his early twenties and is extremely handsome?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "No, such a person is very conspicuous, I have never seen him before."

After he finished speaking, he looked up and saw that the two men had disappeared. He couldn't help but shudder and didn't even dare to take the silver on the ground. He hurriedly ran away.

Just then, the boatmen and their companions, who had been eyeing the silver all along, saw this and immediately rushed forward, reaching out to grab it while mocking:

"Haha, this old widower doesn't even want the money!"

The laughter hadn't even died down when it suddenly turned into a scream!
Suddenly, the silver coin transformed into a small silver snake, which swiftly bit the necks of the group of people several times.

With a series of thuds, the boatmen and the others lay stiffly on the ground, their faces blackened and bleeding from their eyes and noses, dying instantly.

“Hiss~!”

The silver snake, its forked tongue flicking and its eyes crimson, slithered after the old man and the young man.

Meanwhile, the escaped old man groped his way through the fog and soon arrived at a wooden shed.

This place was originally used as a resting place for guests, and occasionally some wine and food were sold.

Although it was shrouded in morning mist, there was already a person sitting inside the shed.

The old man ran into the shed, but before he knew it, he tripped over a bench and almost hit his head on the ground. He cried out, "Oh no!"

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept by, and the old man's body suddenly felt light, as if he were a willow swaying in the air. He curled up and slowly landed.

"Huh?" The old man jumped up suddenly, astonished. "Am I not dead?" Just as he was feeling around, checking his body.

Suddenly, someone behind him said, "Haha, old man, what's wrong with you, having an existential crisis?"

The old man turned around in surprise and saw a handsome young man sitting at a nearby table. He was about twenty years old, dressed in a white robe, and had exquisite features.

The young man in white robes held a wine cup in his hand and was taking a small sip of wine.

The old man asked curiously, "Young master, are you drinking so early?"

The young man in white robes laughed and said, "Good morning, good morning. You worked hard all night, so let's have a drink this morning and catch up on some sleep."

"Oh my!" the old man chuckled. "Someone of you, why are you working like a dockworker all night?"

The man in the white robe chuckled and said, "We're doing crafts too, and it's hard work. It's the same as carrying heavy loads, just a different path!"

The old man laughed heartily, a stark contrast to his previous cautiousness. He walked to the white-robed man's side and whispered, "Young master, you should leave now!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and asked, "Why?"

The old boatman said, "Oh dear, a grandfather and granddaughter couple have come to the dock. They're ruthless and they've come looking for you!"

Ren Shaoyang asked, "Oh? What are their characteristics?"

The old man remained calm and composed before saying, "I don't know! They were completely covered by cloaks. I only heard a hissing sound from the girl, which told me they had snakes on them."

"A snake?" Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, then suddenly frowned. "Sir, thank you! But this place is not safe to stay for long." As he spoke, he stuffed a silver ingot into his hand. "You go first."

The old man accepted the money, not daring to linger. He bowed and rushed out of the shed.

The fog lingered in front of the wooden shed, making it almost impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

After a while, two people suddenly appeared in the fog.

One fast, one slow; one old, one young; they headed straight for the wooden shed.

One of them was an old man carrying a fish basket. When he saw Ren Shaoyang, he looked at him with the same kindness he would show his own son or grandson.

One was a charming young girl carrying a basket of flowers. Upon seeing the handsome man in his white robe, she perked up and couldn't help but smile.

Her smile was so sweet it was almost cloying.

She was young and a little plump, but her skin was fair with a rosy hue, like a ripe peach.

The girl quickly approached Ren Shaoyang and said with a sweet smile, "Young master, would you like to buy some flowers?"

Ren Shaoyang held his wine glass and said calmly, "I'm a little tired right now. Why are you all here to bother me?"

The girl could no longer smile; her body was even stiff.

Because the white-robed man opposite her was just sitting there, an invisible aura pressed down on her, making her unable to move. She clearly wanted to take a step, but when the time came, she couldn't take a single step.

The old man stepped forward and chuckled dryly, "Sword God Ren is indeed formidable! Your martial arts are divine, but I wonder if you can guess my name?" Ren Shaoyang looked at him indifferently, "This place is very close to Yunnan, you must be the Snake King."

The Power Gang, as the largest gang in the world, has nineteen demons above it, and even more terrifying "Eight Heavenly Kings".

—King of Men, King of Ghosts, King of Fire, King of Water, King of Medicine, King of Snakes, King of Knives, King of Swords.

These "Eight Heavenly Kings" are far superior to the Nineteen Demons in terms of seniority and martial arts skills.

The old man chuckled and said, "Yes, I am the Snake King, one of the Eight Heavenly Kings."

“No.” Ren Shaoyang shook his head and turned to look at the girl. “She is also a snake king.”

The moment I turned my head, I felt a chill on the back of my hand.

Then I saw a small, bright green snake bite the back of my hand, and then it snaked away and disappeared.

Ren Shaoyang turned to look at him, staring at the kind old man.

The old man said kindly, "You're right, we are both snake kings."

The girl giggled and said, "There are actually two snake kings."

The old man smiled and said, "When you look at her, I am the Snake King; when you look at me, she is the Snake King."

The girl continued, "The one that bit you is called Qinglongzi. You should know that in Yunnan, there is no hope for those bitten by Qinglongzi."

The old man chuckled and asked, "Do you have any last words?"

Ren Shaoyang raised his right hand, which was now completely blackened, with a strange expression: "Has Li Chenzhou left Jinling?"

"These are your last words?" the old man asked in surprise.

Ren Shaoyang looked at his blackened arm and laughed, "I guess so."

The old man squinted at him and then said, "It is said that Yan Kuangtu is not dead. The gang leader has taken eight hundred elites to find him."

Ren Shaoyang's expression became even stranger after hearing this.

Eight hundred!

This number is absolutely bizarre.

Zhang Liao had 800 men, but he still managed to defeat Sun Quan's 100,000.

Li Shimin: Eight hundred it is eight hundred. Strike first and you'll be strong.

Zhu Di had eight hundred men, so he raised an army to quell the rebellion.

My friend, however, insisted on paying 800, but insisted on seeing my student ID.

Thinking of this, Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a wicked smile.

"Still dare to laugh?" the old man sneered. "It's time to go, Sword God Ren."

The girl stared at the scabbard on his right wrist, her eyes shining: "Your 'divine sword', Dragon Capture, belongs to our Snake King!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "How can a dragon live with a snake?"

With a flick of his hand, the pitch-black color, like ice and snow melting in the sun, vanished instantly.

With a "hiss," two drops of black blood were squeezed out from the back of his hand.

With a flick of a finger.

moment.

Two drops of black blood scattered and transformed into hundreds of strands of black sword energy, shooting out with a hissing sound.

"Ah! How come you're not afraid of snake venom?!"

The old man was taken aback.

Suddenly, the girl shoved him and turned to run away.

The old man screamed venomously, "Bitch!"

shhhhhh!
The sword energy entered their bodies, and before any screams could be heard, the old man and the girl were already broken and their flesh and blood were intertwined!
The two snake kings had now completely merged into a pile of minced meat!
Ren Shaoyang shook his head and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "I was already in a bad mood because of the death of Master Wuqing, and you guys still came to provoke me."

He turned to look at the flower basket and fish trap on the ground.

Dozens of small snakes crawled out from the flowers and fish, slithering up and flicking their tongues at him.

"nausea!"

Frowning, Ren Shaoyang casually flicked his wrist, and with a whoosh, a jet-black sword blade shot out.

In mid-air, it transformed into countless sword threads, twisting and intertwining to form a ten-zhang-long black python with constantly trembling sword threads!

The giant python had a long snout, sharp teeth, and a forked tongue. In the blink of an eye, it swallowed the flower basket and fish trap whole.

The python chewed its head a few times, then opened its mouth and spat it out.

Countless ashes were seen dissipating into the mist with the morning breeze.

heaven.

The sun's light finally shone down.

Footsteps sounded in the distance.

The footsteps were light but steady, the gait extremely solid, with a touch of agility mixed in with the composure.

Just by listening to the voice, one could tell that the newcomer possessed extremely high levels of internal and external cultivation.

Ren Shaoyang tilted his head slightly and glanced over.

The person who came before him had a pair of feet.

Look up.

Black cloth shoes, white cloth socks, and a blue robe—a simple scholar's attire.

Just as Ren Shaoyang was sizing him up.

A plain, gentle voice rang out: "Brother Ren, hello."

The man in black cloth shoes, white cloth socks, and a blue cloth shirt grinned, revealing his teeth: "My name is Liang Dou. I'm so happy to meet you."

As he spoke, the scholar's cap tied around his head fluttered in the gentle breeze.

Ren Shaoyang also smiled, and in an instant, the biting spring chill melted away, as if spring flowers were blooming again.

He smiled sincerely: "Hello, Master Liang!"

(End of this chapter)