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

Chapter 103 Well-deserved reputation
"These are two completely different worlds." Ding An sighed helplessly, "Why are all the so-called 'big shots' I've encountered like this?"

"Those who eat meat are despicable," Ren Shaoyang said casually.

Ding An nodded: "Therefore, people like Master Yan are truly rare."

Ren Shaoyang sighed: "Looking back over the past few decades, many heroes have emerged. 'The First Divine Swordsman of the Jianghu' Yan Nantian, 'The Great Hero of the Yangtze River' Shi Yangtian, 'The Great Hero of the Southern Sky' Lu Zhongyuan, and others cleansed the Jianghu. They forced the previous generation of Yihua Palace to close its doors, the Ten Evils to imprison themselves in Evil Valley, and the Twelve Constellations to flee in disarray. It is precisely because the heroes of the previous generation either died, were crippled, or went into seclusion that the Jianghu has become so shameless today."

"Oh my!" Hongxiu exclaimed in surprise, "Could Grandpa Shi be the 'Great Hero of the Yangtze River,' Shi Yangtian?"

Ding'an was also surprised, never expecting that the unassuming old boatman had such an amazing background.

“Besides Master Shi, I can’t think of anyone else with such skill,” Ren Shaoyang said.

Let's continue watching Jiang Biehe's performance.

"Rumors in the martial arts world say that a remarkable hero has emerged in Jiangnan in recent years." Xuan Yuan San Guang's eyes flashed as he carefully examined the scholar in blue robes, and he sneered slightly, "Everyone says that you are the first person in Yan Nan who deserves the title of 'great hero'."

"You flatter me." Jiang Biehe laughed heartily and waved his hand. "How could I possibly accept such kindness from my friends in the martial arts world?"

"What a fine 'Hero of Jiangnan'!" Xuan Yuan San Guang suddenly slammed his hand on the table again and shouted, "Since you've insisted on stepping forward, are you going to gamble with me on his behalf?"

Jiang Biehe smiled and said, "Since Mr. Xuanyuan is in such a good mood, how could I possibly spoil it? What are the stakes?"

"Good! That's straightforward!" Xuan Yuan San Guang said. "The bet is simple. Whoever loses can do whatever they want with the other person, how about that?"

All eyes were on Jiang Biehe and Xuanyuan Sanguang.

No one noticed that three heads popped up behind them with a "poof poof poof" sound.

(￣▽￣)～，(～￣▽￣)～，(～￣▽￣)～

Each person had a handful of sunflower seeds, and they sat there chatting like old ladies in the countryside, cracking them open.

What are they betting on?

Ding'an watched as someone placed a bowl full of shark fin on the table.

"Let's bet on who has the stronger palm strike." Hongxiu cracked melon seeds with her hands, and soon a small pile of them gathered. "It's about hitting the table with your hands and seeing who can keep the soup from splashing out."

She scoffed, "This shark fin soup is so thick, it doesn't look particularly good at all."

Just then, Jiang Biehe slammed his palm down on the table.

With a snap, the hard pear wood tabletop seemed to melt like tofu as the palm passed right through it. The bowl of shark fin soup on the table remained perfectly still, without spilling a single drop.

“Look!” Hongxiu turned to look at Ding’an.

Ding An nodded repeatedly: "It's really just average."

Ren Shaoyang gently picked up the melon seeds that Hongxiu was holding with his hand, grabbed them all, and chewed them heartily.

"You guys have such high standards, (chewing) look, aren't these people completely fooled?"

In the middle of the arena, Xuanyuan Sanguang stood there stunned for a long time, then suddenly laughed loudly, "I've gambled with people countless times in my life, but I've never been in a situation like this before, admitting defeat even before the game is over!"

His laughter paused, and he looked at Jiang Biehe with a serious expression: "This time, I admit defeat wholeheartedly. My palm strike can penetrate the tabletop, but I absolutely cannot prevent a single drop of this shark fin soup from spilling."

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, overjoyed.

Xuanyuan Sanguang gave a bitter smile, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Now, what do you want me to do?"

Just then, a clear voice came from beside me: "If you lost, get out of here and stop getting in the way."

"what?"

"who?"

"When did he get there?!"

He Wushuang, Xiao Zichun, and the others were startled and were about to reprimand them.

Just as they saw the white-robed youth standing there with his hands down, an invisible aura pressed down on them, leaving them speechless and forcing them to stagger backward.

Not only them, but Jiang Biehe's expression also changed.

He was just a few feet away from him, yet he didn't even realize who this young man was.
Xuanyuan Sanguang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly shouted angrily, "Who the hell are you cursing?"

"Snapped"!
Ren Shaoyang slapped him on the shoulder, and the gambler didn't even utter a sound before plopping down in a chair.

The young man in white robes leaned on Xuan Yuan San Guang's shoulder and looked at Jiang Bie He: "We've finally met, Master Jiang."

Jiang Biehe cupped his hands and said, "I, Jiang..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang frowned, shoved Xuan Yuan Sanguang's head down, and said, "Did I ask you to speak?"

Xuanyuan Sanguang felt a surge of true energy suddenly erupt in his eight extraordinary meridians, causing a yin-yang transformation. He experienced a constant change in sensations, with varying degrees of intensity, numbness, itching, soreness, heat, and cold. His face turned bright red, and he was unable to utter a single word.

Is this brat making veiled accusations?

Jiang Biehe observed this but remained calm, continuing, "May I ask your honorable name, young brother? Have I offended you in any way?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "My name is Ren Shaoyang. You need to come with me."

"Go with you?" Jiang Biehe frowned. "Where to?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, or you'll get weak in the knees."

Are you threatening Jiang?

Jiang Biehe smiled wryly: "I consider myself to be upright and honest, but I really don't know where I offended Brother Ren."

"Don't call me brother. The last person you called brother died a terrible death."

"What are you saying?" Jiang Biehe's pupils contracted, his fist clenched in his sleeve, but his tone remained calm and indifferent. "I don't understand."

"I'm telling you, stop messing around!"

Ren Shaoyang casually patted Xuan Yuan Sanguang on the shoulder, and with a "crack," the big man and the bench he was sitting on were embedded in the ground like rivets.

But he was unharmed, and just stared blankly at Ren Shaoyang.

I was listening perfectly fine, and I didn't make a fuss.
"Hiss!" Everyone was stunned, then gasped.

What kind of method is this? What kind of strength is involved?
Ren Shaoyang turned to look at Jiang Biehe, who was staring in horror, and sneered, saying indifferently, "Jiang, you have quite the thick skin."

Xiao Zichun stepped forward abruptly and raised his voice, "Young Master Ren, you've come here and are targeting Master Jiang at every turn. What are you trying to do?"

Jiang Biehe also sighed and slowly said, "Perhaps Young Hero Ren has truly misunderstood me."

Just then, Ren Shaoyang waved his hand.

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what he was going to do.

Then came the sound of footsteps, and a girl with her hair in a bun and wearing a pale white short jacket ran out with a smile.

He approached Jiang Biehe, looked at him, and pursed his lips. Everyone else was completely bewildered.

He quickly unfolded a piece of scrap paper and held it to Jiang Biehe's ear.

Everyone was stunned. On the scrap paper was a portrait of a handsome and dignified young man.

Compared to him, if it weren't for the age difference, Jiang Biehe would look like they were cut from the same mold.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Hey Jiang, isn't this you?"

Jiang Biehe turned his head and glanced at it, his pupils trembling.

When he turned around, he was already nonchalant: "He looks a lot like Jiang."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "You know, this is you."

Jiang Biehe's voice carried a hint of weariness: "He is not me."

Ren Shaoyang said, "I said he is you."

Jiang Biehe's eyes were bloodshot, but his voice remained calm: "But I said he's not me!"

At this moment, Hongxiu poked her head out from the side and shouted, "There's someone who can confirm that this is you!"

Jiang Biehe suddenly turned around, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, and shouted, "Who's there?"

Hongxiu said, enunciating each word clearly: "Someone you'd be terrified of in your wildest dreams!"

Jiang Biehe's pupils dilated, but he still calmly said, "I don't quite understand!"

"Jiang Qin!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted!
"Who called?" Jiang Biehe replied unconsciously, but his body trembled, and he immediately realized, "Who called Jiang Qin?"

"Oh~!" The little beggar, Ren Shaoyang, and Ding An stood together, grinning mischievously. "Jiang Qin."

"I...I don't understand what you're saying!" Jiang Biehe shouted.

Just a glance revealed the suspicious looks from the crowd, as well as faint whispers.

"Jiang Qin? That Jiang Qin who betrayed her master for personal gain?"

"That's right, it's said to be Jiang Feng's pageboy, who was once known as the 'most handsome man in the world'!"

"Is that Jiang Qin in the portrait?"

"Yeah, so I guess... wow!"

"No way, no way!"

Although everyone was whispering, with so many people, the noise was naturally quite loud.

Jiang Biehe felt his feet were ice cold, his heart was racing, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

In his daze, he seemed to see his greatest fear—being discovered in his true identity, and the cold, contemptuous gaze that followed.

Tap tap tap.
"So, Jiang Biehe is Jiang Qin!" Ren Shaoyang strode over, his voice not loud, but like a morning bell and evening drum, resonating deep within people's hearts: "Jiang Qin is Jiang Biehe!"

"He betrayed his brother Jiang Feng, plotted the 'Southern Heaven Treasure,' and slaughtered his fellow martial artists."

Ren Shaoyang stopped walking and stood within three feet of Jiang Biehe, his eyes lowered, his gaze intense and piercing.

"It's you, 'Great Hero of Jiangnan,' Jiang Biehe!"

At this moment, the area around Yulou East Lane was quiet and still, with the shadows of the trees swaying gently in the breeze.

All eyes were on Jiang Biehe.

Let's see how he reacts.

Jiang Biehe remained silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked calmly at Ren Shaoyang.

Jiang Qin's identity is his biggest secret in life, and the planning of the "Southern Heaven Treasure" is his most proud scheme.

He was confident that, apart from Yaoyue Lianxing of the Yihua Palace, no one else in the world knew his secret!
But how did these three bumpkins know that?
Also, how did he get his own portrait from when he was young?
To be honest, even the most cunning and shrewd person would be shocked and overwhelmed if their top secrets were exposed.

Jiang Biehe simply looked at Ren Shaoyang quietly, his expression unchanged, and instead smiled slightly:
"Young Master Ren, why do you have my portrait of Kodama Lang? Did you kidnap him?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked more closely and wondered to themselves, "Could it really be a portrait of Jiang Yulang?"

Suddenly, He Wushuang stepped aside and blocked his way, saying, "Boy, don't make baseless accusations! I can vouch for you, Master Jiang has absolutely nothing to do with Jiang Qin!"

Jiang Biehe was deeply moved by this trust, "Brother He!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Jiang Biehe, you really live up to your reputation. Who else but you could have such a thick skin?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Biehe's expression remained unchanged, but Xiao Zichun and He Wushuang suddenly jumped out and shouted, "How dare you!"

He Wushuang is known as "Ghost Shadow" because his movements are as elusive as a ghost, while Xiao Zichun, the "Jade-Faced Judge," is ruthless and vicious with his judge's pen, yet he is also infamous.

These two were Jiang Biehe's loyal followers. They had just been frightened by Ren Shaoyang, and now, seeing them being aggressive, Jiang Biehe was at a disadvantage.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he drew his weapon and pounced.

However, they have not yet made contact with the young man in the white robe.

Then the one-armed youth came forward to greet them.

Xiao Zichun and his companion shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ding'an shouted, "Shut up!"

With fingers spread wide, it seemed to be covering them.

At this moment, they were about ten feet apart, but they could see that there was smoke on his five fingers, which was very strange.

Xiao Zichun and He Wushuang felt their hair stand on end, as if struck by a thunderous force. They were suddenly dizzy, and the surroundings were pitch black, making it impossible to see their own fingers.

Everyone was suddenly struck by a strange sight: the one-armed youth stretched out his hand, and the judge's pen in Xiao Zichun's hand shattered with a "crack," while the ghostly shadow twitched uncontrollably like a salted fish being dried in the sun.

boom!
The two were suddenly sent flying backward and embedded in the wall.

"Holy crap!" Xuan Yuan San Guang, who was embedded in the ground, suddenly widened his eyes.

Jiang Biehe's expression changed drastically, and he cried out incredulously, "Wedding Dress Divine Skill!"

"Good eye." Ren Shaoyang appeared out of nowhere, putting a hand on his shoulder. They didn't seem to have any grudges; on the contrary, they seemed very close. He said with a smile, "Hero Jiang, Yan Nantian asked me to pass on a message: when are you going to visit his sworn brother, Jiang Feng?"

"Who? Yan Nantian?!"

Jiang Biehe's face instantly turned ashen.

(End of this chapter)