The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 505

Hua Wuying was not to be outdone, the green ribbon in his hand turned into butterflies flying all over the sky, and every time a butterfly touched Ren Xiaoyao's sword energy, a burst of poisonous smoke would burst out. Ren Xiaoyao held his breath and concentrated, his figure was like a candle in the wind, surrounded by danger, but he was able to avoid the fatal blow every time at the most critical moment.

The battle lasted for a long time, and both sides were already showing signs of fatigue. Ren Xiaoyao was anxious. If it continued like this, both sides would suffer losses. Suddenly, he had an idea, and the tip of his sword lightly touched the ground. He soared into the air, like an eagle spreading its wings, and soared into the sky.

Hua Wuying looked up at the sky and saw Ren Xiaoyao's figure drawing a graceful arc in the moonlight. Then, the sword in his hand suddenly became brighter, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, shooting down, penetrating all the poisonous fog and pointing directly at Hua Wuying's heart.

"Stop!" Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch Hua Wuying, a majestic shout was heard, and a white-haired old man walked out from the depths of the dense forest. It was the leader of the Five Poisons Sect.

Ren Xiaoyao put away his sword in time, and dust flew up when he landed. He clasped his fists towards the old man and said, "Master, I have no intention of offending you. I am just asking for medicine for a friend. Please forgive me."

The leader looked at Ren Xiaoyao and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes: "You are quite courageous, kid. I can give you the antidote, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Please speak, Master." Ren Xiaoyao bowed.

"The Five Poisons Sect has had a long-standing feud with the outside world. I hope you can serve as a bridge between us and the Central Plains martial arts world and resolve years of hatred." The leader said slowly.

Ren Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement: "I will do my best in this matter, and I hope it can bring peace to the world."

"Okay, then it's settled." The leader nodded with satisfaction and turned to leave.

Hua Wuying walked up to Ren Xiaoyao and whispered, "Ren Xiaoyao, your courage today impressed me. Perhaps, we are more than just enemies."

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your praise, Saint Hua. I hope we can live in harmony in the future."

The two smiled at each other. This battle seemed to be a new beginning between them. Under the moonlight, the night in Miaojiang was unusually peaceful.

The moonlight sprinkled on the top of Mount Tai like water, and the mountain breeze brought coolness, brushing the pines and cypresses, making a rustling sound. Ren Xiaoyao stood on the top of the peak, his clothes fluttering, his eyes like torches, staring ahead. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a drop of dew gently slid down the tip of the sword, reflecting his resolute face. Tonight, he will face the legendary mysterious master in the martial arts world - "Shadow Without Trace".

"Since you are here, why don't you show up?" Ren Xiaoyao said loudly, his voice echoing in the night sky, but no one answered. The surroundings were quiet, with only the mountain wind and pine waves accompanying. Suddenly, a light sound of footsteps came from behind, Ren Xiaoyao turned around, and saw a black shadow appear in his sight like a ghost.

"Mr. Ren is indeed worthy of his reputation. He can even detect my whereabouts." The black shadow spoke slowly. His voice was low and hoarse, making it difficult to recognize his true identity.

"Ying Wuzong, let's end the feud between us today!" Ren Xiaoyao clenched his sword tightly, with a trace of determination in his eyes. He knew that the man in front of him was once a mystery in the martial arts world, with erratic whereabouts and cruel methods. He didn't know how many martial arts masters died in his hands. However, he and Ren Xiaoyao had an indissoluble bond because of an accidental fight.

Ying Wuzong sneered, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if blending into the night. "Come on, let me see if your strength is worthy of your reputation."

Ren Xiaoyao didn't dare to be careless. He closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in the air flow around him, trying to catch the trace of the shadowless one. At this moment, he felt a slight fluctuation of breath, opened his eyes suddenly, and stabbed the long sword like lightning, straight to a certain point in the air.

"Ding!" A crisp metal collision sound was heard, and two figures crossed each other. Ren Xiaoyao steadied himself, and saw Ying Wuzong holding a short knife, looking at him coldly. "Yes, you are the first person who can force me to use a knife."

The battle became more intense, and the two men started a life-and-death contest on the top of Mount Tai. The flashes of swords and shadows intertwined, and every collision was accompanied by violent sparks. Ren Xiaoyao relied on his superb swordsmanship and keen intuition to resolve crises time and time again, but Ying Wuzong's strange and unpredictable movements made it difficult for him to find an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Finally, after a fierce battle, Ren Xiaoyao seized the opportunity and struck Ying Wuzong in the throat with one sword, forcing him into a desperate situation. "You lose," he said calmly, with the tip of the sword against Ying Wuzong's throat.

Ying Wuzong's eyes flashed with reluctance, but then a hint of relief appeared. "Okay, I admit defeat. Ren Xiaoyao, you are indeed qualified to become a master of the martial arts world."

As these words fell, Ying Wuzong's figure gradually faded away, and finally disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared. Ren Xiaoyao put away his sword and looked at the rising sun in the sky, with complicated emotions surging in his heart.

"The road of Jianghu is long and full of unknowns. But as long as you have justice in your heart, you will not be afraid no matter how difficult the road ahead is." He whispered to himself, turned around and embarked on a new journey.

"Mr. Ren, do you really think this is the end?" A voice suddenly came from not far away, breaking the tranquility of the early morning. Ren Xiaoyao turned around and saw a masked woman standing there, with an unknown light flashing in her eyes.

"Who are you? Why are you stopping me from leaving?" Ren Xiaoyao asked vigilantly, clenching his sword again.

"I am Ying Wuzong's sister. I won't let you go so easily." The masked woman slowly pulled out the whip from her waist, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

"I see. But I won't show mercy just because you're a woman." Ren Xiaoyao said firmly, ready to face the upcoming challenge.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on the old vines and trees in the dense forests of Miaojiang, and mottled light and shadows were revealed between the branches and leaves. Ren Xiaoyao walked in the forest, but there was no leisure in his heart. He had a clear purpose for this trip, to find the legendary long-lost "Netherworld Grass". This herb can not only cure all kinds of poisons, but also is the only life-saving thing for his junior sister Su Wanqing.

There were strange whispers coming from the forest, as if countless eyes were watching from the dark. Ren Xiaoyao did not stop, and gently waved the long sword in his hand. The tip of the sword lightly touched the tree trunk, and a surge of internal force surged, and the bark cracked, revealing the snakes and insects hidden inside. He frowned slightly, thinking to himself: "The people of the Five Poison Sect are really difficult to deal with."

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound all around, and then dozens of Five Poison Sect members dressed in black surrounded them from all directions, holding all kinds of strange weapons, with greed and cruelty flashing in their eyes. "Ren Xiaoyao, hand over everything you have, and maybe we can leave you with an intact body." The leader said with a sinister smile.

Ren Xiaoyao sneered, and his figure shuttled between the enemies like a ghost, his long sword dancing, the sword light like a dragon, every time the tip of the sword touched, a Five Poisons cultist would fall down. However, the Five Poisons cultists seemed endless, one wave after another.

Just as Ren Xiaoyao was in a tough fight, a clear voice came from the sky: "Brother Xiaoyao, I'm here to help you!" Su Wanqing was seen riding a white deer, holding a green jade flute, and landed gracefully. She played the jade flute horizontally, and the sound of the flute was melodious, but it brought an invisible force that shook the surrounding Five Poisons followers to the ground.

Ren Xiaoyao felt warmed at the sight, and his swordsmanship became even more fierce. The two of them worked in perfect harmony, like a match made in heaven. Soon, the Five Poison Sect followers were routed and fled.

"Brother Xiaoyao, are you okay?" Su Wanqing asked with concern, her eyes full of worry.

Ren Xiaoyao shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "With you by my side, what can a mere Five Poison Sect member mean to me?" He reached out and gently wiped away the sweat on Su Wanqing's face, his eyes gentle.

"Next, where do we go to find the 'Netherworld Grass'?" Su Wanqing asked, her eyes full of longing for the future.

Ren Xiaoyao looked up at the mountain in the distance, which was shrouded in mist and mysterious. "I heard that the 'Nether Grass' grows in extremely dangerous places. Perhaps, the top of that mountain is where we are looking for." He spoke firmly, as if he had seen the dawn of hope.

The two smiled at each other and stepped into an unknown journey hand in hand, their hearts full of trust and reliance on each other, and full of infinite expectations for the future.

Ren Xiaoyao stood on the top of Mount Tai, surrounded by clouds and mist, as if he was in a fairyland. He was wearing a green shirt, a sword on his waist, and an extraordinary temperament between his eyebrows. Today, he came here not to enjoy the scenery, but to accept the challenge of a mysterious man. The man called himself "Cloud Crane", with great martial arts skills and secretive behavior. He sent out a hero invitation to the martial arts world, inviting all masters to fight on Mount Tai.

Just as Ren Xiaoyao was deep in thought, a breeze blew by, and an old man in a white robe slowly walked out of the mist. It was Yun Zhonghe. "Mr. Ren, I have heard of your great name for a long time. It is a great honor to meet you today." Yun Zhonghe's voice was like flowing water in a mountain stream, melodious and profound.

Ren Xiaoyao clasped his fists in return: "Senior, you are too kind. I am just a passer-by in the martial arts world and I don't deserve to be called a hero."

“Haha, Master Ren is too modest.” Yun Zhonghe laughed, then his face straightened, “But today, we are opponents, I hope Master Ren will show mercy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Zhonghe moved, like a crane flying in the sky, and the long sword in his hand turned into a silver light, and went straight to Ren Xiaoyao's face. Ren Xiaoyao was not in a hurry, he drew his sword out of the sheath, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the edge of Yun Zhonghe's sword, making a crisp metal collision sound.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, their swords intersecting like two dragons tumbling in the clouds. Ren Xiaoyao was secretly shocked that Yun Zhonghe's swordsmanship was so profound and unfathomable, and every move contained the principles of nature, forcing him to go all out.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, Yun Zhonghe suddenly put away his sword, took three steps back, and said loudly: "Master Ren, your swordsmanship has reached perfection. I am willing to admit that you are inferior to me."

Ren Xiaoyao also sheathed his sword and clasped his fists, saying, "Thank you for your concession, Senior. I had no chance of winning this contest, but only because you showed mercy did I manage to escape unscathed."

Yun Zhonghe shook his head and smiled, "No, Master Ren is extremely talented, and his swordsmanship has reached the state of unity between man and nature. I am ashamed of myself. Today's battle not only allowed me to see the true way of swordsmanship, but also convinced me."

The two smiled at each other, and the sword energy dissipated, leaving only clouds and breeze all over the mountain. From then on, there was a good story on the top of Mount Tai. Ren Xiaoyao and Yun Zhonghe went from being opponents to being close friends, discussing swordsmanship together, and it became a good story.

"Mr. Ren, if you have free time in the future, please come to Mount Tai again. How about we discuss swordsmanship again?" Yun Zhonghe invited.

Ren Xiaoyao nodded, a smile flashing in his eyes: "Senior, I will definitely keep your appointment, and look forward to sparring with you again."

The two waved goodbye, and Ren Xiaoyao turned and left, leaving only his back in the clouds and mist, gradually going farther and farther away, like a light ink landscape painting, leaving people with endless aftertaste.

Ren Xiaoyao stood on the top of Mount Tai, with his black hair dancing in the wind and his clothes fluttering. Today, he did not come here to see the distant view, but to find a legendary hermit, Guiguzi. This hermit was said to have unique skills and could control the power of nature. Ren Xiaoyao longed to get his guidance to improve his martial arts realm.

Mount Tai is surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland. Ren Xiaoyao walked along the winding mountain road, every step he took was filled with the weight and mystery of history. Suddenly, a strange flute sound came from the clouds, the tone was melodious and a bit eerie, which made people feel cold. "Who is the master? Why don't you show yourself?" Ren Xiaoyao said loudly, and his voice echoed in the valley.

"Haha, Ren Xiaoyao is really worthy of his reputation. He can even detect my Ecstasy." As he laughed, a figure slowly emerged from the mist. It was Guiguzi. He was wearing a gray robe and had an old face, but his eyes were shining with wisdom.