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

Chapter 111 Brother, there were a lot of people outside just now.
Wei Wuyuan was less a person and more a giant rat.

A giant rat with unparalleled martial arts skills.

The twelve constellations rose to fame because of Wei Wuyuan, and also fell into decline because of his disappearance.

Now, Wei Wuya is hiding in the cave of "Tianwaitian" and has founded the Wuya Sect. Those four people are his disciples.

His martial arts skills were utterly terrible, but he was shameless and despicable enough. Like a toad crawling on your foot, he didn't bite, but he was still annoying.

"Damn it, you're hiding in a hole in the ground, huh?" Ren Shaoyang gritted his teeth, he hadn't felt such a strong urge to eliminate evil in a long time.

After recovering, the three of them urged the donkey on their way, but they still had no appetite.

After walking for half a day, we saw the ancient city bathed in the sunset, and the crowds gradually thickened.

Seeing the popularity of the event relieved the three of them somewhat.

After entering the city, they found calamus and mugwort hanging on the doors of every household.

The little beggar suddenly realized, "So today is the Dragon Boat Festival!"

Ding'an nodded in agreement: "Eating zongzi and drinking realgar wine makes the city much more lively."

Hongxiu said viciously, "I'm going to drink lots of realgar wine, damn it, those stinky rats are disgusting!"

Ding'an and the donkey nodded fiercely: "Me too!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "It's getting late, let's go into town first and find an inn to rest for the night. After that, we can travel for another four or five days and then we'll be able to enter the grasslands."

"it is good!"

Upon entering the city, one sees a throng of people, hears shouts all around, and smells realgar wine from afar.

I looked for several hotels, but they were all full.

"Strange, why are there so many江湖人士 (jianghu figures) in this place?"

"Ding'an, what do you think?"

Ding'an scratched his head: "They came to celebrate the festival?"

Hongxiu sighed and said, "These people have accents from all over the country, and their faces are very distinctive. They have obviously just arrived here."

Ren Shaoyang said, "These people gathered here in advance, waiting for something big to happen."

Ding'an asked, "What major event could it be?"

Ren Shaoyang pointed to his nose: "Does my fight with Yaoyue and Master Yan count?"

"The news of the Kunlun Sword Tournament has spread?" Ding'an was extremely astonished. "Is Master Lu so efficient?"

Hongxiu blinked and smiled, "After all, she's an old hand in the martial arts world. She naturally has sources of information and channels for disseminating it. In addition, this is indeed a once-in-a-century event, so it's no wonder that it has caused a sensation in the martial arts world."

The three of them continued their journey and finally found an inn in the south of the city.

At that moment, the moon peeked out from the distant mountain peak.

In the distance, the mountains were covered with a layer of frost, and closer by, there was a forest. The night wind blew, and the leaves, which were dyed silvery-frost under the moonlight, swayed layer by layer, like silvery fish scales.

The contrast between the stillness and movement of the city's brilliant lights and the dynamic interplay of silver and yellow creates a striking visual effect.

Ren Shaoyang settled the donkey cart and took a seat in the lobby on the first floor.

The area around us had become filled with people, chatting and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere. They talked about the Dragon Boat Festival and recent events in the martial arts world.

Ren Shaoyang and the others listened quietly. Hongxiu looked them over and whispered, "Ganzhou accent."

"They really went that far."

“Hey, people in the martial world are like duckweed, going wherever there’s excitement.” Ding’an suddenly said something profound. “Back then, I even saw a swordsman from the South China Sea on the Lianfeng Ship. He was so dashing in his white clothes.”

The little beggar asked with a grin, "And then what?"

"They robbed me as soon as I stepped out the door!" Ding An pouted. "Who told him to wear all white?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at him with hostility: "I feel like you're making sarcastic remarks about me."

Ding'an covered her mouth and chuckled to herself.

Shao Yang was furious, but had no evidence, so he could only be suspicious.

"Sir, three bowls of hot oil and a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)!" the waiter said with a smile as he brought the food over.

When the three of them saw that all the dishes had been served, they took a sniff and found that the food smelled pure and did not seem to be poisonous, so they immediately began to eat it with slurping.

While everyone was enjoying their meal, the gangsters in the lobby, having drunk too much realgar wine, started shouting even louder as the alcohol took effect.

A drunkard slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Hey, guess what? Yaoyue actually lost to the 'White-Clad Sword God'!"

"What? When did this happen?"

“Just a few days ago, my friend, Brother Wu, known as ‘Little Mengchang’ in Xiangyang City, saw it!”

"Nonsense! Xiao Mengchang is over fifty years old, how could he be your friend?"

"Don't worry about that!" the drunkard laughed. "The important thing is that they ran into Palace Mistress Yaoyue outside Yichang City!"

"Hiss, he survived encountering Palace Master Yaoyue? That's impressive!"

The drunkard chuckled: "Although Brother Wu didn't die, he was seriously injured. He desperately fled to a waterfall, where he happened to witness the White-Clad Sword God and Yaoyue dueling."

"How is it? How is it?"

"His sword energy soared to the sky, obscuring the sun and moon; even Palace Mistress Yaoyue was no match for him."

The man chanted softly, and as he uttered the last word "hand," he involuntarily shivered.

Everyone in the hall fell silent, their drunkenness turning into cold sweat as they sobered up somewhat.

Someone said, "Everyone knows about the 'Kunlun Sword Tournament' on the first day of the Lunar New Year, right?"

"That's why we came!"

"That's right. We couldn't witness the battle between the great swordsman Tie Zhongtang and Dugu Can a hundred years ago, but now we have the Kunlun Sword Tournament. Heaven has been kind to us!"

Someone sighed, "That Ren Shaoyang is so young, yet he must have practiced some extraordinary skill to achieve the title of 'Sword God'?"

"There is a legend that he has mastered the art of sword control, and can take a life within a hundred or so feet with ease."

"I also heard something else. It's said that the White-Clad Sword God casually gave some pointers to a waiter in a small town, and that kid suddenly became a rare master!"

"Huh?" the drunkard exclaimed, "Is that so?"

"Yes, back then, the White-Clad Sword God wrote four 'Hui' characters on the table, and later a group of people fought over this wine table, resulting in several battles."

"and after?"

"Later, things got bigger and bigger, and the old master Tie Wushuang, who loved talent as much as his life, stepped in and took away the table with ten thousand taels of silver!"

Upon hearing this, everyone sighed, partly out of envy for the waiter's good fortune, and partly out of regret for not having stolen the table sooner.

Even if we don't comprehend the divine sword, selling it would be a highly profitable business!

Ren Shaoyang listened to their conversation, but just smiled and didn't say anything more.

Hongxiu whispered, "That waiter named Ye Yunuan actually comprehended the sword technique; he's truly a prodigy."

"The world is vast, and countless hidden talents exist," Ren Shaoyang said calmly. "Isn't this just normal?"

Ding'an and the little beggar nodded in unison.

Just then, a short, thin, and withered man dressed in black quietly walked over. He wore a mask, revealing large, round eyes that stared intently at Ren Shaoyang. He looked extremely pitiful, like an abandoned puppy.

Ren Shaoyang asked in confusion, "Black Spider, why do you have that expression?"

This man in black is none other than Black Spider, the martial arts master who exchanged skills with Ren Shaoyang.

He sighed, sat down next to Ren Shaoyang, and asked, "Could you buy me a drink?"

"Drinking?" Ren Shaoyang laughed. "Sure."

Ding'an quickly called the waiter, and soon several jugs of yellow wine were brought up.

Black Spider ignored them, tilted his head back and downed a glass in one gulp, showing the bottom of his glass: "I'll finish this, you guys can do whatever you want!"

Hongxiu chuckled: "Little brother, you don't even take off your mask when you drink?"

Black Spider was stunned for a moment, then angrily said, "I'm in my late twenties, almost thirty! Who are you calling 'little brother'?"

"You're in your late twenties, almost thirty, let's say you're somewhere in between," Hongxiu calculated on her fingers, "and you're only fifteen this year, right?"

"Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!"

Black Spider was furious, but looking at Shao Yang, who was smiling and drinking, and Ding An, who was staring at him with a stern face, he could see that she was furious.

He immediately quieted down: "Hmph, I'm not going to argue with you!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "You've come to see me, so it seems you have something on your mind."

Black Spider's eyes widened. "No way, why would I have something on my mind?"

Hongxiu chimed in, "Don't worry, we all think you're a good kid. Why don't you tell us what's on your mind? Maybe...maybe we can help you."

Black Spider snorted coldly and laughed loudly, "Help? Me, do I need help?" His laughter stopped abruptly, "I just came to have a drink with Brother Shaoyang!"

"Did you come here for a drink?" Ding An said, blushing. "You're as stubborn as a donkey."

Black Spider exclaimed, "Hey bro, how many dishes did you eat? Why are you so drunk?"

"Mind your own business!"

Ding'an was about to slam his fist on the table and stand up, but the little beggar stopped him with a wink.

Black Spider laughed again, "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, let's have three more drinks, that will count as helping me out."

The group exchanged glances, nodded, and then raised their glasses to drink.

After three cups of wine, Black Spider, his eyes slightly blurry with drunkenness, chuckled, "I thought I'd be spending this night alone, but who knew I'd run into you all and drink with me all night long? This is truly one of the greatest joys of my life..."

He suddenly stood up, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word and turned away.

The three of them craned their necks to look, but the black spider had already gone quite far.

In the dim light, his shadow, like that of an abandoned puppy, stretched long across the ground.

Hongxiu said with a smile, "Crippled man, this little brother is really interesting. He wanted to ask you for help, but he was too embarrassed to ask because we were there. He drank a lot of wine and is probably regretting it now."

Ding An scratched his head and asked, "Why is he embarrassed?"

Ren Shaoyang stood up and laughed, "Because they're young and easily embarrassed!"

Ding'an watched Shao Yang walk away and muttered, "Is your face more important than your life?"

Black Spider was walking down the street when he suddenly heard Ren Shaoyang calling from behind: "Little Spider, wait for your brother!"

He staggered suddenly, turned his head and gave him a resentful look.

Then a flash of silver light, and it suddenly disappeared, as if it had been swallowed up by the night.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, flicked his sleeve, and with a flash of blue light, he vanished without a trace, as if in a dream or an illusion.

The black spider darted and disappeared among the streets and houses, then vanished into the forest at the foot of the mountain in an instant.

Ren Shaoyang followed closely inside, then suddenly accelerated and landed in front of him.

"Little Spider, why are you running?" Ren Shaoyang stood with his arms crossed and asked curiously.

"I...I want to test my lightness skill with you."

Seeing him stubbornly refusing to admit it, Ren Shaoyang turned and walked away, saying as he went, "Really? I thought you had some insurmountable obstacle. I guess I was overthinking it."

Just then, they heard a thud.

Ren Shaoyang paused, turning around in surprise.

Black Spider then prostrated himself on the ground, banging his head on the ground: "Brother, there were a lot of people outside just now, I'm kneeling before you!"

Ren Shaoyang's eyes widened in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

The black spider, its head buried in the ground, mumbled, "I... I've encountered a problem, and I can't get through it."

"explain."

Upon hearing this, Black Spider hurriedly looked up: "There's a temple at the foot of the mountain, and a woman is imprisoned inside. I'm too small and weak to rescue her, but luckily I've run into you, so I'd like to ask for your help in rescuing her."

Ren Shaoyang was absent-minded. He grunted and then suddenly asked, "Is the one who's been locked up your lover?"

Black Spider paused, then chuckled awkwardly, "No, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't."

But looking at Shao Yang's ambiguous smile, he gradually lost his smile.

"You're both arrogant and insecure," Ren Shaoyang said casually. "You didn't say it directly at the inn, and now you clearly like that girl, but you don't dare to admit it."

“Yes.” Black Spider lowered his head, like an abandoned puppy. “I, this is just my personality.”

"Where is that villa?" Ren Shaoyang asked again.

"You want to help me?" the black spider suddenly looked up and cried out joyfully, its big eyes shining brightly.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head helplessly: "If I don't help you, are you going to throw your life away?"

"Hehe, I can't just stand by and watch Ninth Sister die."

"Ninth Miss?" Ren Shaoyang suddenly realized, "Murong Jiu?"

"Yes, it's her!"

The two walked and talked, faster than galloping horses, and soon arrived at the foot of a mountain. In front of them stood a rather large temple, its grandeur resembling that of a wealthy man's estate.

At this very moment, lights were still on in the temple's backyard.

Ren Shaoyang glanced inside and asked, "Is Bai Shanjun and his masochistic wife living there?"

This is the Taoist temple where Bai Shan Jun, the "Tiger" of the Twelve Zodiacs, is based, and is the adopted son of Wei Wuya in the original work.

Black Spider gave a thumbs up: "Big Brother is amazing, you even figured that out!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "You've learned 'Sword Flight,' yet you still can't beat them?"

"I only encountered Lord White Mountain, and he was no match for me at all!" Black Spider sighed with a bitter face. "And Big Brother, not everyone is a genius like you. It's only been a few days, and I can't learn anything at all."

“I understand your pain.” Ren Shaoyang patted him on the shoulder, then changed the subject, “But in the martial world, if your martial arts skills are lacking, everything else is useless.”

Black Spider nodded repeatedly: "Big Brother, after rescuing Ninth Sister, I will definitely practice my sword diligently. I will never leave the mountain until I have mastered the 'Divine Spider Sword'!"

"It's tough," Ren Shaoyang said, looking at him with a teasing expression. "You've fallen in love, I'm afraid you won't be able to give it your all."

Having said that, he ignored the hesitant Black Spider and shouted, "Let's go, let's go see this odd couple."

(End of this chapter)