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

Chapter 502 The Great Evil King and the Heavenly Fate Blade
He glanced at the empty bucket, then at the sword god standing with his hands on his hips.

Wuming suppressed a laugh and said, "Shaoyang just loves to bluff."

"What do you mean by bluffing?" Ren Shaoyang said, dissatisfied. "I'm about to catch it!"

"Pfft!"

Wuming couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ren Shaoyang sneered, "Were you laughing?"

"No, no!" Wuming quickly waved his hand, then couldn't help but laugh.

"You are obviously smiling!"

The nameless man struggled to say, "I, I..."

Ren Shaoyang said with a stern face: "Don't even mention wanting your own wife to have a baby."

Wuming's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Jian Chen! It's Jian Chen, his wife is about to give birth!"

Ren Shaoyang was slightly taken aback: "Really?"

Wuming said, "Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you?"

"Who's his wife?" Ren Shaoyang asked, rattling off a string of questions. "Yu Chuchu?"

"Eh~!"

Wuming frowned and snapped, "What nonsense is Shaoyang spouting? Although Chen'er may have a crush on Miss Chuchu, she is still Jingyun's wife."

Ren Shaoyang snorted coldly: "Back then, he and Yu Chuchu were locked in a dilapidated temple and drugged with aphrodisiacs. If it weren't for the little beggar who happened to see it and gave him the antidote, the consequences would have been unimaginable, and Fengxi Village would have been blown up!"

Wuming sighed, "No one is at fault in this matter. Chen'er was simply caught off guard and fell into the trap of that flower thief." As he spoke, he frowned and asked, "Did Hongxiu give you the antidote?"

Ren Shaoyang retorted defiantly, "I'm just asking you, has it been solved or not?"

The nameless man said irritably, "The problem is solved, but Chen'er is completely stiff."

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang, the Holy King who was watching the drama unfold, and Gun Gun all shuddered and unconsciously clenched their legs together.

Ren Shaoyang said awkwardly, "Hongxiu was in a hurry! She used a bit too much medicine." As he said this, he suddenly realized, "Hey~ Jianchen is fine too, he's about to have a baby!"

Wuming glanced at him disdainfully and snorted, "Now you know how happy I am."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow but didn't reply.

"That~"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind them, and the two turned to look.

After a moment's consideration, the Holy King asked, "Sword God Ren, a friend of mine wants to ask if you sell the 'antidote' that Miss Hongxiu has."

Ren Shaoyang looked him up and down: "You want to buy it?"

"my friend!"

"Your friend is you, right?"

"no!"

The Holy King appeared calm and collected, but his tone grew increasingly urgent.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly smiled: "Alright, since you are Wuming's junior, you are also my junior. I'll try to get you some, whether it works or not depends on Hongxiu's mood."

The Holy King said earnestly, "My friend."

"Okay, okay!" Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and packed up his fishing rod. "Your friend, your friend."

Seeing that Ren the Scoundrel was talking in circles, the Holy King pursed his lips, his eyes darted around, and suddenly said, "Sword God Ren, since I am a junior, I will take on the responsibility of repairing the Three Fiends' mansion, how about it?"

"Oh?" Ren Shaoyang's eyes lit up, and he pressed, "How much gold is it?"

“I deeply admire the Third Young Master.” The Holy King smiled, as if he were a celestial being, and held up one finger. “At least this number.”

Ren Shaoyang looked at the man in front of him, finding it amusing: "Isn't that a lot?"

"How much?" the Holy King laughed. "To be able to build a mansion for the Three Fiends, so many people would fight tooth and nail for it but have no way to get in."

"Heh." Ren Shaoyang chuckled, hands behind his back. "Silver?"

The Holy King laughed heartily: "Of course it's gold."

"What a grand gesture!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I see that you have the ambition to conquer the world and want to bind the dragon with one hand. My two siblings and I, however, only wish to enjoy the scenery and play in the mortal world."

He rolled his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing within them. "Having taken your money, I'm indebted to you." He shook his head and clicked his tongue. "The karma involved is rather significant."

Upon hearing this, Wuming's heart stirred, and he looked at the Holy King.

The holy king's robes fluttered, and he smiled without saying a word.

"My nephew actually harbors ambitions to conquer the Central Plains from the north?" Wuming narrowed his eyes. "The Kingdom of Fuyu is located in the far north, facing Japan across the sea. I fear that if he joins forces with ambitious Japanese figures, there will surely be widespread devastation."

"Alas~" The Holy King suddenly sighed and shook his head, saying, "Sword God Ren has keen insight, and I do indeed have a heart to help the world. At the same time, I also guarantee that I will never provoke the three of you."

"After all, even if the world is wonderful, one must be alive to enjoy it."

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and suddenly said, "You came to me to break your own curse of a short life?"

The Holy King was taken aback, and Wuming was also surprised. They faced each other in silence for a long time.

"did not expect."

The Holy King sighed, "You saw through that too."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Your aura is strong, and your martial arts skills are comparable to those of the nameless senior. However, your vital energy is insufficient, like a tree without roots, exhibiting an imbalance of heat above and cold below."

The charlatan twitched his fingers and said calmly, "I estimate you only have about ten years left to live. For ordinary people, that's enough. But for a king with ambitions to rule the world, it's far too little!" "Holy King," Wuming frowned deeply, "you..."

The Holy King said, "Uncle-Master, what Sword God Ren said is true." He smiled and said calmly, "I am burdened by a family curse, and I will surely die when I turn forty-five!"

Ren Shaoyang asked, "So, you want me to help you break the curse?"

“That’s right!” the Holy King said earnestly. “Your ‘Harmonious Law of Heaven’ governs all things and transcends the mundane. With your help, we can surely break the destiny of the Nine Star Hidden Dragon Cave.”

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "I see."

Seeing the smile on the white-robed man's lips, Saint King Long suddenly realized something and hurriedly said, "I will not let you work for nothing. As long as the matter is accomplished, the treasure in the Hidden Dragon's Lair will belong to the three villains, and I will not take a single penny!"

Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and laughed: "Wonderful! Truly wonderful! Please come to my residence for a chat."

The Holy King smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Thank you for the invitation, Sword God. I would very much like to go, but I need to prepare for breaking through my acupoints and cannot get away. Next time, I will definitely pay you a visit."

"Ok."

Ren Shaoyang didn't insist on keeping him, and said with a smile, "You both came to me to break the curse, but you chose the right path."

The Holy King laughed heartily: "Who in the world doesn't know that you should never provoke the Three Fiends, even if you offend gods and ghosts?" He cupped his hands in a fist salute and said loudly, "Ten thousand taels of gold have been delivered to your residence. Farewell!"

With a flick of his sleeve, he turned and left.
Ren Shaoyang was taken aback and shouted, "Aren't you going to take the precious medicine?"

The Holy King strode away and disappeared in an instant, but his voice carried on from afar: "I am accustomed to paying before receiving the goods. Give me the medicine when I arrive in Fuyu Kingdom."

"Wow!" Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands in admiration. "I love clients who are this generous!"

“Not bad,” Wuming said. “The Holy King is destined to be a wise ruler; he hasn’t let my elder brother down.” Then, his face suddenly turned sheepish. “Shaoyang, give me a portion of that precious medicine too.”

Ren Shaoyang looked at him incredulously: "You, in your old age, have fallen into the trap of womanizing?"

"What are you talking about!" Nameless exclaimed angrily. "I asked for it on Jian Chen's behalf!"

"Doesn't he already have a child?"

“I noticed that he was pale and had insufficient kidney essence, so I thought he had been traumatized earlier and wanted to take medicine to replenish it.”

"Couldn't it be because of excessive sexual activity?"

"Hmph!" Nameless rolled his eyes. "Jian Chen is an upright man. How could he be such a lustful person?"

Ren Shaoyang curled his lip and said, "What about the 'God of Guns in the Broken Temple'?"

The nameless man said helplessly, "You, you..."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, clutching his aching back, "Alright, alright, I'll go find the little beggar to get the medicine right now!"

Wuming coughed and chuckled dryly, "I don't have any money."

"Pooh!"

Ren Shaoyang spat and turned to leave. "The owner of Zhonghua Pavilion, the richest man in Fengxi Village, is actually crying poor?"

"Don't you know how many times the Zhonghua Pavilion has been destroyed?"

The nameless man laughed as he walked, "Besides, the boss is just an empty shell. How many mouths will be begging me for food the moment they open their eyes?"

"I know, I know!" Ren Shaoyang said impatiently, "Wu Silang."

Wuming frowned: "You're talking nonsense again."

Behind the two, Gun Gun poured the fish from the nameless bucket into his own bucket.

He glanced at Shao Yang's, grinned, and then stopped moving.

The swan stood up, carrying a bucket in one hand and a fishing rod in the other, with a piece of Solomon's seal in its mouth and a straw hat on its head. It slowly followed the two home step by step.

At this moment, the setting sun was at its brightest, and it seemed to sink inch by inch into the river. The sky was ablaze with crimson and yellow hues, and birds returning home from foraging spread their wings in the glow of the sunset, their reflections in the river like paper cutouts.

The two people and the bear walked slowly along the riverbank, watching the shimmering golden light of the setting sun breaking through the water. The evening breeze blew, and their clothes and long fur flew in all directions.

The temperature here is comfortable, and the mood is pleasant.

Wuming suddenly said, "By the way, I ran into Qin Shuang's wife, Zhang, earlier. She invited me to her house for drinks and chicken. Shaoyang, are you coming?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I think so."

Wuming frowned: "What do you mean?"

Ren Shaoyang pointed ahead and sighed, "Someone else is coming."

Wuming was greatly surprised and turned to look.

A small boat drifted downstream, with a young monk standing at the bow. He was tall and handsome, his wide sleeves billowing in the wind like drifting clouds.

The nameless man couldn't help but secretly applaud, "What a magnificent display!"

The monk smiled slightly, and with a flick of his right sleeve, he revealed a knife.

The blade gleamed with a clear, dazzling light, exuding a chilling aura. Its surface was covered in intricate patterns, imbued with a purple aura. From afar, it emanated a righteous and awe-inspiring presence, like a divine mandate descending from the heavens, or auspicious snow falling on a jade terrace.

Upon seeing this treasure, Wuming was somewhat surprised: "What kind of sword is this?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "The Destiny Blade."

The nameless man frowned deeply: "Whose treasured sword is this?"

"This sword is none other than the 'Heavenly Fate Sword' of the Wu family, which fought against the 'Great Evil King' three hundred years ago!"

The white-robed monk smiled and nodded to the two of them.

"I am Wu Tianxia, ​​and I pay my respects to you two peerless masters!"

(End of this chapter)