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

Chapter 56 Ancestor (Seeking monthly votes)

As soon as the visitor finished speaking...

There seemed to be a strange sweet smell in the air, which even the blazing fire could not melt.

Everyone turned to look and saw a person standing at the door.

The man was about sixty or seventy years old, dressed in a colorful Miao robe, carrying a large sword box on his back. His face was ashen, his eyes were green, and his lips were bright red. It was unclear what kind of evil kung fu he practiced, but his hair was also green.

He stood there, the spacious courtyard, the luxurious houses, the vigorous pines and cypresses behind him, and even the blue sky and wispy clouds in the sky, all becoming a distorted and colorful shadow behind him.

Upon seeing the old man, Zhao Zheng was shocked and quickly pulled Zhang Zhen and Zhu Dadian back a step.

The green sword behind Mu Renqing hummed incessantly, seemingly resisting the old man's evil aura, and his expression darkened.

"Who are you?"

The old man glanced at the big-eyed youth and chuckled, "A disciple of Mount Hua? You don't even recognize me?"

Mu Renqing looked closely at his greenish eye sockets, then at the sword box on his back, and his expression changed.

"You, you are He Can, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect?"

Upon hearing this, no one present changed color; instead, their backs straightened abruptly, poised to strike.

The Five Poisons Sect was infamous in the martial arts world for its bizarre martial arts and incurable poisons.

The current leader, He Can, is known in the martial arts world as "Tianyi Ancestor." He wields the "Five Poisons Divine Palm" combined with the "Tianyi Divine Skill," making him the undisputed ruler of the southwestern martial arts world and a figure no one dares to provoke.

Unexpectedly, this old poisoner appeared alone in Jiangnan, but we don't know what he's up to.

He Can strode into the room, her long, loose green hair swaying gently, adding to the eeriness of the place.

When he walked up to Ren Shaoyang, he stopped and looked at him quietly.

Instantly, everyone's eyes in the room focused on the two of them.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways: "What are you going to do?"

He Can's face showed no emotion: "There are many people in the world who are not as good as they seem, and who are insidious and vicious. I, the old ancestor, cannot stand them."

Ren Shaoyang propped the iron rod on the ground, glanced indifferently at his face, and said thoughtfully, "Oh, so you're here to cause trouble?"

Upon hearing this, the little beggar and Ding'an stared intently at the old man with green hair, a white face, and red lips, their murderous aura radiating from him.

He Can seemed oblivious to the murderous aura emanating from the group, and said with a smile, "Ren Shaoyang, you have quite a reputation. If you can persuade everyone here to join forces, then of course I have no choice but to accept."

Mu Renqing sneered: "Ren the Rascal may not be a good person, but his martial arts skills are top-notch. Do we need to join forces to deal with you?"

What does it mean to not discuss character?

Is that true?
Ren Shaoyang rolled his eyes at Mu Renqing.

He Can simply smiled and said, "In terms of martial arts, I, your ancestor, am not convinced. But in terms of ruthlessness, ha, I, your ancestor, am not even a fraction as good as you!"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Old poisoner, you'll get beaten to death for gossiping."

"Spreading rumors!" He Can sneered. "If you hadn't revealed the Liancheng Treasure, how could the Ancestor's disciple have fallen into the hands of Tianning Temple?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and said, "Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate! I really don't understand your thoughts. Your disciple died while digging for treasure, and you're blaming me?"

He looked at Zhao Zheng.

"And in front of Commander Zhao of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, such a high-ranking official, how dare you slander me? You've gone too far!"

What the hell!

Zhao Zheng and the other two looked at Ren Shaoyang in shock.

The little beggar and Ding'an chuckled to themselves.

Mu Renqing secretly spat, not wanting to be discovered by Hongxiu, and pinched her ear to beg for mercy in a low voice.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Zhao Zheng coughed lightly and said seriously, "What he said makes sense."

Damn it, corrupt official!
He Can frowned, a murderous glint suddenly appearing in his eyes: "Ren Shaoyang, no matter how sharp-tongued you are, we are destined to have a showdown."

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, then said seriously, "Since Ancestor Tianyi has this intention, I, Ren, will certainly accompany you to the end." He Can suddenly smiled, "You certainly have a certain magnanimity!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled proudly: "I hope you won't disappoint me. We both call ourselves 'Ancestors,' but it turns out that he's the real Ancestor while you're just pretending to be a grandson."

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

He Canbai raised an eyebrow, looked around, and sneered, "Laugh?"

With a backhand slap on the sword box, a buzzing sound was heard, and golden dust and light shot into the sky.

With a flash, Ancestor Tianyi, wielding a strangely shaped golden longsword, lunged at the crowd.

"stop!"

Zhao Zheng shouted, and the Zhanlu sword was drawn.

The sword was quite heavy, yet extremely hard and sharp. He drew it slowly, neither swift nor hasty, but with an indescribable lightness and ease, as if a wisp of smoke had appeared out of nowhere.

With a clang, Zhanlu and the golden sword materialized, sparks flying as they collided.

He Can laughed and said, "Tragic Sword Technique? Not bad!" With that, he suddenly twisted the sword.

Zhao's expression changed, as he felt the force opposite him suddenly transform from nothing to an overwhelming force, as if it came out of nowhere.

Suddenly, a loud "squeak" noise was heard, and everyone covered their ears and stepped back in fright.

Ren Shaoyang remained standing in the same spot, leaning on the iron rod, only narrowing his eyes slightly.

With another "clang," the two separated and stood frozen in place.

He Can held his sword across his chest and sneered, "'The number one swordsman in the capital,' Zhao Zheng? He truly lives up to his reputation!"

Zhao Zheng smiled, the Zhanlu sword in his hand glowing red in the firelight: "Is the famous 'Golden Serpent Sword' in the hands of Ancestor Tianyi?"

He Can flicked his hand, and a buzzing sound was heard. The golden soft sword in his hand trembled incessantly, just like a living snake.

In the firelight, the sword's blade was covered in a misty golden powder, making it extremely magnificent.

“Exactly!” He Can laughed. “Commander Zhao, what do you think of it compared to your Zhanlu?”

Zhao Zheng pondered for a moment before raising his voice and saying, "Its sharpness is not bad, but its hardness is insufficient. It is not as good as my Zhanlu!"

A sharp glint flashed in He Can's eyes, and he shouted sternly, "Well said!" He flicked his wrist, about to step forward again.

Suddenly, Xiang Qiezheng shouted loudly, "Everyone, stop for now!"

He rushed to the center and said urgently, "Gentlemen, these days are auspicious for the Xiang family. Bloodshed is an ominous sign! Please give this old man some face!"

Ren Shaoyang walked to his side and blocked He Can for him, then smiled and said, "I will definitely give Master Xiang face, but I don't know what Commander Zhao and the old poisoner think."

Zhao Zhenglang laughed and said, "I'm fine with it."

Xiang Qie was looking at He Can when the old man swept his strange eyes over those who were laughing and said in a sinister voice, "Our ancestor has a favor to ask of Master Xiang, so naturally there will be no bloodshed today. However, once we leave Xiang Family Manor, you will all be in trouble!" He then sneered several times.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically, and they were filled with fear. They shouted and ran towards the door.

He Can shouted, "Run! Run far away! I'll come and kill you all!"

Xiang Qie was watching the departing guests, his face ashen, but he held back, cupped his hands in greeting, and asked, "Ancestor just said he had a request for the Xiang family. May I be so bold as to ask what it is?"

He Can nodded and said, "Forge weapons!"

Everyone was taken aback by these words.

Xiang Qiezheng was also surprised and asked, "But what kind of weapon do you want to forge?"

He Can said calmly, "I will reforge the Golden Serpent Sword!"

Xiang Qiezheng was taken aback: "Your 'Golden Serpent Sword' is incredibly sharp, one of the most renowned divine weapons in the world. Why are you reforging it?"

The old man smiled and poured out a pile of gleaming gold iron blocks from his satchel.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he raised his voice and declared, "Sharpness alone is not enough; I want the 'Golden Serpent Sword,' which can transform into a serpent!"
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