I walk sideways in the game world

Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin headed south, deliberately avoiding crowded towns and choosing secluded paths. Despite this, trouble still found them.

One day, the two were walking deep in a dense forest when they heard the clash of weapons and roars from the front. Ren Xiaoyao's expression froze, and he whispered to Xia Lin, "It looks like there's a fight going on. Let's be careful."

The two men walked lightly, pushing aside the dense branches and leaves. They saw two groups of people fighting fiercely in the clearing in the forest. One group was dressed in green, the other in white. The swords flashed and the moves were fierce, obviously they were really angry.

"Brother Xiaoyao, it seems like the Qingcheng Sect and the Emei Sect are fighting," Xia Lin said in a low voice. "I heard that the relationship between the two sects has been tense recently because of a battle over a spiritual mine. I didn't expect them to fight here."

Ren Xiaoyao nodded slightly, carefully observing the battle. Both factions were renowned within the martial arts world, their strength formidable. Especially their leaders: Taoist Qingyun, head of the Qingcheng Sect, and Nun Miejue, head of the Emei Sect. Both were renowned masters, their martial arts prowess unfathomable.

Taoist Qingyun wielded a steel sword, his strikes fierce and pointed, each aimed squarely at the vital points; while Nun Miejue wielded an Emei spear, her movements agile and adaptable, her attacks vicious and ruthless. The two engaged in a fierce, back-and-forth exchange.

Ren Xiaoyao saw that the two sides were at a standstill, their attacks becoming increasingly ruthless, clearly driven by a rage. He thought to himself, "This is bad news. If they were to fight it out to the death in this deep forest, both would suffer, and those cunning villains who were watching from the shadows would benefit."

Thinking of this, Ren Xiaoyao decided to stop the fight. He took a deep breath and said loudly, "Stop!"

The sound was like the roar of a huge bell, echoing through the forest and rustling the leaves. Disciples from both sides were startled by the sound, stopping their movements and turning to look in the direction of the sound.

"Who dares to be so rude here!" Taoist Qingyun shouted angrily, his eyes like lightning sweeping towards Ren Xiaoyao.

Ren Xiaoyao stepped forward calmly, bowed, and said, "I'm Ren Xiaoyao, passing by this precious place. I don't mean to disturb your enjoyment. But seeing you all drawing swords, it's damaging the harmony. How about we just stop here?"

"Who do you think you are? How dare you meddle in the affairs between our two factions!" Nun Miejue snorted coldly, her eyes full of murderous intent.

"I'm just a commoner, so I naturally wouldn't dare interfere in your sect's affairs." Ren Xiaoyao said calmly, his expression unchanged. "But I've been roaming the martial arts world for many years, and I know it's better to resolve a feud than to create one. Both of you are respected elders in the martial arts world. Why should you damage our relationship for a mere profit?"

Taoist Qingyun and Nun Miejue's expressions changed slightly when they heard this. They naturally knew that what Ren Xiaoyao said made sense, but the grudge between the two sides had been accumulating for a long time, so how could it be resolved with just a few words?

Ren Xiaoyao saw the two men remain silent and wondered how he could convince them. His eyes rolled as a plan came to mind...

"Masters, I see you both possess profound skills. You must be chivalrous men who roam the martial arts world for the common people of the world." Ren Xiaoyao paused, then continued, "The martial arts world is in turmoil right now, and the demonic sect is ready to make a move. We need you all to work together to fight this external enemy."

"How about this, the two of you put aside your prejudices for now, and settle your grudges after we eliminate the demons and defend the Dao, wouldn't that be better?"

Taoist Qingyun and Nun Miejue looked at each other, as if they were weighing the pros and cons.

Ren Xiaoyao knew that getting them to completely give up their immediate interests would be no easy task. He took a deep breath, pulled out a jade pendant from his bosom, and held it high.

"I am not talented, but I would like to use the ancestral treasure 'Xuanwu Order' as a token to invite the two leaders to come to where I am staying to discuss important matters!"

The jade pendant in Ren Xiaoyao's hand was crystal clear, with a lifelike basalt carved on it, emitting a faint fluorescence. Taoist Qingyun and Nun Miejue's pupils shrank upon seeing this, and they both recognized the origin of this jade pendant.

"Xuanwu Order! Are you from Xuanwu Villa?" Taoist Qingyun exclaimed.

Xuanwu Villa is a mysterious and powerful force in the martial arts world. It has been hidden from the world for hundreds of years. There are very few rumors about them in the martial arts world. It is only known that they have been committed to maintaining peace in the martial arts world for generations and have a transcendent status.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly and said, "My master is the descendant of the previous generation of Xuanwu Villa. I am leaving the mountain this time to investigate the whereabouts of the Demon Cult and to resolve disputes in the martial arts world."

Nun Miejue pondered for a moment and said, "In that case, we will give you a favor and call it quits for now."

Taoist Qingyun also nodded and said, "However, regarding this spiritual mine..."

Ren Xiaoyao interrupted him and said, "We'll discuss this later. The most urgent task is to deal with the Demon Cult, which is our biggest threat."

Taoist Qingyun and Nun Miejue both expressed their agreement, and the disciples on both sides put away their weapons and dispersed.

"Young Master Ren, I am Ouyang Zhen, the head of the Ouyang Sect. I have heard of your great name for a long time. I wonder if you would be so kind as to come to my sect and discuss the plan of eliminating demons together?" A middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes and with extraordinary demeanor walked up to Ren Xiaoyao and said with a bow.

The Ouyang Clan was a first-rate sect in the martial arts world, on par with the Qingcheng and Emei sects. Ouyang Zhen was a man of integrity and righteousness, enjoying considerable prestige in the martial arts world.

Ren Xiaoyao naturally would not refuse and gladly accepted his invitation.

The Ouyang Clan is nestled deep in the Zhongnan Mountains, nestled against the backdrop of a river and boasting stunning scenery. Ouyang Zhen treated Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin with exceptional hospitality, not only arranging comfortable accommodations but also hosting a banquet.

During the meal, Ouyang Zhen was very interested in the purpose of Ren Xiaoyao's visit and asked many questions about the Demon Sect and Xuanwu Villa. Ren Xiaoyao also took the opportunity to inquire about some news in the martial arts world.

However, just as the two were chatting happily, Ren Xiaoyao keenly noticed something unusual. He found that some disciples of the Ouyang Sect were behaving strangely, and it seemed that someone was secretly monitoring him.

"Master Ouyang, there is something I don't understand. I don't know whether I should ask or not." Ren Xiaoyao put down his wine glass and stared at Ouyang Zhen with a sharp gaze.

"Young Master Ren, please feel free to speak." Ouyang Zhen said.

"There seem to be some unfamiliar faces in your sect, and..." Ren Xiaoyao paused, then continued, "I have a feeling someone is secretly watching me. I wonder if Sect Master Ouyang has noticed?"

Ouyang Zhen's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he said in a deep voice, "It's a long story..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden commotion outside the door. Immediately afterwards, a disciple ran in in a panic, fell to his knees, and cried out in shock, "Master, this is bad! The Demon Cult... The Demon Cult is coming up the mountain!"

Ouyang Zhen stood up suddenly, his face livid, and roared, "What?!"

As soon as Ouyang Zhen finished speaking, a series of violent explosions erupted outside the main hall, plunging the entire Ouyang Sect into chaos. Shouts of killing, the clashing of weapons, and screams intertwined, creating a scene resembling hell on earth.

"Oh no, it's the people from the Demon Cult coming to kill us!" Ouyang Zhen's face changed drastically. He never expected that the Demon Cult would choose to attack the Ouyang Sect at this time.

"Xiaoyao, let's go and help!" Xia Lin drew the long sword from her waist and said anxiously.

"Well, be careful." Ren Xiaoyao nodded and drew the long sword behind him.

The two rushed out of the hall and saw countless men in black pouring into the Ouyang Sect like a tide. They were all highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless in their attacks. The disciples of the Ouyang Sect were defeated one after another, suffering heavy casualties.

"Old villain Ouyang, today is the day you die!" An old man in a blood-red robe and with a sinister face stood in the air, holding a blood-red long sword in his hand, exuding a heart-pounding and terrifying aura.

"Blood Demon Ancestor!" Ouyang Zhen said gritting his teeth, his eyes full of anger and fear.

The Blood Demon Patriarch is the supreme elder of the Demon Cult. His strength is unfathomable. Even Ouyang Zhen admits that he is no match for him.

"Xiaoyao, be careful, that's the Blood Demon Ancestor of the Demon Cult!" Xia Lin reminded.

"Yeah." Ren Xiaoyao nodded and stared at the Blood Demon Ancestor with a serious look.

"Kill!" With a command from the Blood Demon Ancestor, the men in black attacked more frantically. The Ouyang sect disciples suffered heavy casualties and the situation was critical.

Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin joined forces to charge into the enemy camp. Their swordsmanship was exquisite and their coordination was perfect. Wherever they passed, the men in black fell one after another. However, the number of men in black was too large, and each of them was fearless. Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin gradually felt that they were unable to cope.

"Haha, you two brats, dare to be so presumptuous in front of this old ancestor!" When the Blood Demon Ancestor saw Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin being so brave, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He flashed and appeared in front of Ren Xiaoyao in an instant, slapping him with one palm.

Ren Xiaoyao quickly raised his sword to resist, but the Blood Demon Ancestor's palm power was too strong. He only felt a surge of overwhelming force coming at him, and the whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, with blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin exclaimed, quickly flew over to catch Ren Xiaoyao, and asked anxiously, "How are you?"

"I'm fine." Ren Xiaoyao shook his head and struggled to stand up, but his injury was aggravated and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Haha, you are overestimating yourself!" The Blood Demon Ancestor sneered and attacked again. This time, his target was Xia Lin.

"Be careful!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted, ignoring his own injuries, and pushed Xia Lin away with all his strength, but he himself had to bear the palm of the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"Puff!" Ren Xiaoyao spat out blood again, his face was as pale as paper, and he was dying.

"Xiaoyao!" When Xia Lin saw that Ren Xiaoyao was seriously injured in order to save her, tears immediately fell like rain. She hugged Ren Xiaoyao tightly, her heart aching.

"Are...are you okay?" Ren Xiaoyao asked weakly, his voice intermittent.

"I'm fine, how are you?" Charlene said with a sob.

"I... I can still hold on..." Ren Xiaoyao wanted to reach out to wipe the tears from Xia Lin's face, but his hand dropped down weakly.

"Old thief Ouyang, prepare to die!" At this moment, the Blood Demon Ancestor came again and slashed at Ouyang Zhen with a knife.

"Not good!" Ouyang Zhen's face changed drastically and he quickly raised his sword to block.

With a loud "clang", the long sword in Ouyang Zhen's hand broke into two pieces, and he was knocked back several steps, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, old thief Ouyang, your time of death has come!" The Blood Demon Ancestor laughed wildly and raised his sword to chop at Ouyang Zhen again.

"Head!"

"not good!"

Everyone exclaimed, but no one could stop the Blood Demon Ancestor.

At this critical moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of Ouyang Zhen and faced the Blood Demon Ancestor's blood-red long sword with one palm...

The black shadow was as fast as lightning, and its attack was extremely fierce. It arrived first and landed a palm on the chest of the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the Blood Demon Ancestor groaned, and the whole person flew backwards like a cannonball, hitting the ground heavily, blood spurting out of his mouth.

"who?!"

Everyone was shocked and turned to look at the figure that suddenly appeared.

The man was dressed in green, with a stern face and eyes like lightning. He exuded a fierce aura that made people dare not look directly at him.

"Master!"

When Ouyang Zhen saw the person coming, he was overjoyed and hurried forward to salute.

The person who came was Ouyang Zhen’s master, the supreme elder of the Ouyang sect, Ouyang Wudi!

Ouyang Wudi ignored Ouyang Zhen and stared coldly at the Blood Demon Ancestor lying on the ground. He said in a cold voice, "How dare you, demon from the Demon Cult, attack my Ouyang Sect? Today, I will rid the martial arts world of this evil!"

After saying that, Ouyang Wudi flashed and instantly appeared in front of the Blood Demon Ancestor, slapping him on the crown of his head with one palm.

The Blood Demon Ancestor's face changed drastically and he wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the Blood Demon Ancestor's head exploded like a watermelon, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, and his death was extremely tragic.

After Ouyang Wudi killed the Blood Demon Ancestor with a single blow, he didn't stop. Instead, he turned to look at the men in black and said coldly, "Remnants of the Demon Cult, why don't you surrender?!"

When the men in black saw that even the Blood Demon Ancestor was killed, they were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Ouyang Wudi snorted coldly and ignored the men in black. Instead, he turned to look at Ouyang Zhen and said in a deep voice, "Zhen'er, I'll leave these people to you."

"Yes, Master." Ouyang Zhen responded quickly.

Ouyang Wudi nodded, then his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"Xiaoyao, how are you?" Ouyang Zhen walked to Ren Xiaoyao and asked with concern.

"I'm fine. Thank you, Master Ouyang, for saving my life." Ren Xiaoyao said weakly.

"Brother Xiaoyao, you don't have to be so polite. Our two sects are of the same origin and should help each other." Ouyang Zhen said, "Come here, quickly help Brother Xiaoyao and Miss Xia Lin down to rest."

"Yes."

Two Ouyang sect disciples hurried forward and helped Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin down.

Ouyang Zhen watched Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin departing, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "Brother Xiaoyao, who are you? Why are you involved in this dispute?"

……

Late at night, in the Ouyang sect's secret room.

Ouyang Zhen and Ouyang Wudi sat opposite each other.

"Master, what do you think?" Ouyang Zhen asked.

"This is strange, and I'm afraid there's something else going on," Ouyang Wudi pondered. "The Demon Cult is coming with such force and a clear goal, they're clearly well prepared. Besides, you're well aware of the Blood Demon's strength. With his level of cultivation, it's impossible for him to be killed so easily."

"Master means..."

"I suspect there's a bigger conspiracy behind this!" Ouyang Wudi's eyes flashed with a gleam, "And the target of this conspiracy is probably..."

Ouyang Wudi's voice stopped abruptly, but he did not say anything. Instead, he took out a token from his arms and handed it to Ouyang Zhen.

"Zhen'er, take this token and go to the capital tonight to find..."