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

Chapter 408 Blocking the Way (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote!)
On the Never-Night Boat, Ren Shaoyang leaned against the gunwale, a few strands of hair ruffled by the spring breeze. He was tall and elegant, with a white robe that fluttered in the wind like drifting clouds and mist, his charm captivating.

The more the scholar looked, the more he admired it: "What a magnificent sight!"

Just then, Ren Shaoyang looked over and his heart skipped a beat, almost leaping out of his chest.

The scholar felt as if he were naked in the wind and snow, as if everything about him had been seen through, and he lowered his head in an instant.

"This is bad! This is incredibly sharp sword intent!"

He knew this person was extremely powerful, but he never expected him to be so incredibly powerful.

With just one glance, his blood and qi stagnated, and his soul was captivated.

Logically speaking, a normal person would usually choose to flee when faced with such a threatening presence.

After all, it is human nature to seek advantage and avoid harm.

Confucius said, "A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall."

However, this Confucian scholar refused!

He was obsessed with swords, fanatical about swords, and even more greedy for swords throughout his life!
For him, love, wealth, martial arts skills, fame, and even status were all irrelevant.

He only loves swords, yet he doesn't cherish them.

This Confucian scholar was known as "Sword Greed," possessing an innate "sword eye" that allowed him to see the sword intent of other swordsmen—a truly extraordinary ability.

He also had a senior brother, the Sword Demon, who was known as the "most affectionate man in the Sword Worship Manor".

Jian Tan glanced in the direction of the three villains, swallowed hard, walked towards them, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Excuse me, I am Jian Tan, greetings to the 'Sword God'!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, holding his wine glass, and said casually, "We're complete strangers, what brings you here?"

Such a simple sentence, only nine characters, was spoken in a clear and melodious voice, like jade striking each other.

But to Jian Tan, it sounded as if nine divine swords were shooting out, and he exclaimed in surprise, "My God!"

He immediately leaped away, jumped off the ship, and tapped the sea surface several times, like a spider on the water. Then he turned around leisurely and returned to the ship.

"it is good!"

The diners on the boat cheered at his skillful agility, their shouts echoing across both banks of the river, drawing everyone to watch.

That swordsman waved and laughed, frequently gesturing to the crowd.

When he turned around, he immediately suppressed his smile, cupped his hands and said, "Sword God, you are the god of swords! Sword Greed is just a nobody, but I have no other hobbies in my life except for loving and being greedy for swords. I am here today to meet you and see your Dragon Capture."

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "You're not worthy."

Sword Greed immediately cried out, "Who is this? Who is worthy of your sword?" He looked as if he were tearing his heart out, "I just want to see it once, just once! Just one glance is enough!"

This person was so obsessed with the study of swords that he was almost possessed, and he no longer knew what the world was like.

He married a beautiful woman, but on their wedding night, upon learning of a precious sword, he abandoned her and went straight for it. The woman, deeply humiliated, married his senior brother, the "Sword Demon," and had a son, who in the original story died under Bu Jingyun's palm.

By the way, the precious sword that Jian Tan was searching for was also a false message given to him by the Sword Demon.
These two brothers, one greedy and the other lustful, are truly an oddball.

Ren Shaoyang looked down on him and said coldly, "You lowly wretch, do you even deserve to see my sword?" With a flick of his hand, he shouted, "Get lost!"

When Jian Tan saw that with a single wave of his hand, all worldly dust vanished, and his precious appearance remained dignified, his eyebrows and eyes unmoved yet exuding majesty, a sudden thought struck him, and he couldn't help but mutter, "This is bad."

hum!
The Great Brahma Banner was unleashed, its black aura billowing forth with the speed of wind and lightning.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Jian Tan let out a strange cry and suddenly leaped more than two zhang high, landing on the roof beam.

But little did anyone know that the black mist, though seemingly slow, was actually fast, drawing a circle in the sky as it pursued them.

Jian Tan was shocked and didn't know what was happening. Suddenly, black energy rushed in, and his whole body trembled like a leaf. His face turned pale.

The black aura surged forward with the force of a collapsing mountain, its power unparalleled. It enveloped Jian Tan's body, causing him to fall like a meteor, then tumble and roll, flying straight out the window.

With a splash, Jian Tan fell into the sea, disappearing amidst the surging waves.

“This man is both greedy and obsessed with swords,” Hongxiu said, taking a sip of wine. “Yet he doesn’t cherish swords at all. Ugh! What a disgusting person.”

Ren Shaoyang sneered: "Just one look from him would sully the sword."

Damn!
The dragon-catching sword was drawn, climbed onto his shoulder, and pressed its face against his, seemingly quite satisfied with Ren Shaoyang's performance.

Ren Shaoyang stood up: "Let's go, after we've eaten and drunk our fill, let's continue on our way!"

Hongxiu picked her teeth and laughed, "I don't think that Jian Tan will let this go so easily."

Ding An said, "What's the point of killing him with one blow?"

Ren Shaoyang walked out of the boat with his hands behind his back and laughed, "Good idea."

The three boarded the donkey cart and continued their journey north. After traveling for half a day, they suddenly felt a jolt. Looking closely, they saw towering peaks and strange cliffs standing on the cliffs. They had arrived in a valley.

"Ok?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and looked up.

The little beggar poked his head out and said, "What a strong smell of blood! What malice!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "The sword intent is fierce and evil; it's probably coming for me."

"They're definitely here for you," Hongxiu teased. "After all, you're the 'Sword God'! Who wouldn't want to slay a god and ascend to godhood?"

"I've never considered myself a god," Ren Shaoyang's voice drifted over, "but I won't give these scum any chance."

The little beggar asked, "What opportunity?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "A chance to live."

Just then, Ding'an, who was sitting on the roof of the car, pointed to the distant mountains and shouted: "Crippled man, little beggar, look!"

The two looked up and saw a large character written in blood on a straight, sheer cliff face.

A word that chills the hearts of the world—demon!

"Ha, how pretentious!" Hongxiu sneered, constantly making sarcastic remarks.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Ding'an, what are your thoughts when you see this character?"

"Pah!" Ding An sneered, "Stealing my idea!" Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu smiled.

Back then, on the shores of Dongting Lake, Ding'an once said he wanted to create a technique where blood would gush out from the blade and form words with the blood.

This idea was later refined into "water and fire in harmony," which did not seek to form words with blood, but instead pursued the goal of steaming the enemy with high temperature.

Although it lacks some sophistication, it is even more ruthless.

just.

When he saw that someone had actually realized this idea, Ding'an was still unbalanced and kept snorting angrily.

Ren Shaoyang and the little beggar were both clever and quick-witted, so they naturally knew that Ding An was feeling bitter, but they did not comfort him.

This thing is like the path you didn't choose; never try to romanticize it, because no matter which path you choose, there will always be regrets.

People should not dwell on the past.

The success or failure of a game of chess is not determined by a single move, but by every move; similarly, the brilliance of life is not confined to a single day, but is found in every day.

This is what is meant by "once a move is made, there is no going back".

Ding An was angry for a while, but he calmed down on his own. His greatest strength was that he never argued with himself or made himself uncomfortable.

The three continued speeding forward in the car, with fewer and fewer people and more and more mountains and peaks rising and falling along the way.

"The exit is just ahead!" Ding'an pointed ahead from the roof of the vehicle. "Is there really no ambush?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "The closer we get to the finish line, the more dangerous it is."

“That makes sense!” Hongxiu said. “How many heroes have perished before dawn?”

"We're neither heroes nor good men," Ding'an chuckled. "We're just a bunch of bumpkins, not so easy to kill."

As the three were talking and nearing the end of the valley, a loud shout rang out: "Halt!"

"Ok?"

The three thugs turned their heads to look at them with hostile expressions.

There was a rustling sound in the forest, and a young man wearing a bright red cloak and with an arrogant expression emerged from behind a boulder.

A dozen or so dark figures also darted down from not far away, moving as swiftly as rabbits, clearly displaying remarkable martial arts skills.

Ren Shaoyang narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man. He saw that the man was handsome, tall, and his cloak was as red as blood. His arrogance seemed to reach the sky.

"I am Aotian from Baijian Villa, greetings to Sword God Ren!"

The young man straightened his cloak, raised his sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said calmly.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the ancient sword in his hand and said coldly, "This martial world is interesting. Even the most despicable people dare to block our way."

"you?!"

Ao Tian was furious and pointed his halberd, saying, "Sword God Ren, I respect you as the god of swords, why do you insult me?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the mountain mist, which swirled and obscured the sunlight, and sneered, "You are not worthy to speak to me. Get out of my way."

Canglang!

Ao Tian drew his sword and shouted, "Ren Shaoyang! My Sword Worship Manor invited you here to witness the birth of the 'Peerless Sword,' but who knew you would be so arrogant and rude!"

He held his sword horizontally across his chest and coldly shouted, "Very well! This young master will test your Dragon-Capturing Sword with my 'Great Blunt Sword,' draw your sword!"

As he spoke, Ao Tian leaped up and thrust his sword forward.

Ren Shaoyang sat on the donkey cart, his hands and feet still, his body still, but his eyes lit up.

"bass!"

Ao Tian suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over him, and his heart sank. With a crack, the "Great Blunt Sword" in his hand shattered into dust as if it were made of paper.

Ren Shaoyang turned his head slightly and looked at his chest.

hum!
An immense pressure descended, making it impossible for Aotian to breathe. His internal energy froze, his blood and qi stagnated, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, suddenly flying backward!

These few swift movements, seemingly complex, actually happened in the blink of an eye. Aotian flew over and then flew back, howling and spitting blood.

Everyone at Baijian Manor was stunned. Only when Aotian collapsed to the ground did the crowd erupt in excitement.

"Young Master!"

"What happened to you?"

"Let's avenge our young master!"

Upon seeing this, the people of Baijian Manor drew their swords and charged forward, shouting.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed, and he said calmly, "Go!"

Miso miso miso!
The swirling mountain mist was drawn by an invisible force, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of gray mist swords were drawn out and descended from the sky, shooting out like lightning with incredible speed and power.

With a series of soft thuds, a muffled thud erupted, and a jet of blood shot into the sky.

The people of Baijian Manor seemed to have been struck by a thousand swords in an instant, frozen in place for a moment, and then blood mist burst out, spreading into a pile of minced meat with a splash.

"Ah, ah~! How can you be so fierce?"

Aotian was so frightened that he wet his pants. He shuddered and a great fear surged up, making his eyes widen and his teeth chatter uncontrollably.

Ren Shaoyang didn't say anything, and didn't even bother to look at him.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Just then, a roar was heard.

Suddenly the sky darkened, and a colossal giant flew straight down from a distant cliff, its imposing aura and its sword intent fierce and malevolent.

"I, the old Sword Demon, will test you, 'Sword God', today!"

(End of this chapter)