The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

The sky was as black as ink, and lightning flashed deep within the clouds, as if a dragon was stirring up rain and clouds above.

The torrential rain pounded down, making the rocks on the mountainside resound with a loud crash.

The winding path leading to the summit of Mount Hua was now muddy and impassable.

Chen Qianyang trekked along this treacherous mountain path.

He had traveled 300 li in three days, leaving him utterly exhausted.

At this moment, he was like a lone wolf being chased by hunting dogs, his wounds soaked in rainwater, and he had long since lost all feeling.

His slashed left arm hung limply, slamming against his ribs as his body swayed, reminding him that he was still alive.

My lungs felt like broken bellows, and every breath carried the sweet, metallic taste of blood.

We can't stop... My father said before he died, go to Mount Hua and find Yue Buqun... That's our only chance of survival!

"So my father's real name is Chen Buwei..."

Who would have thought that the wealthy, kind-hearted father was actually a hidden martial arts master, a direct disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect?

As a time traveler, this start is practically hellish.

Whoever transmigrates is immediately hunted down from the start?

Chen Qianyang smiled bitterly to himself. If he hadn't been a wilderness survival enthusiast in his previous life, and knew how to treat wounds, identify directions, and find water, he probably would have died in the wilderness on the first day.

He couldn't turn back; the murderous aura behind him still lingered.

What they wanted was the book "The Three Swords" that their father had given them before he died.

According to the original owner's memories, those were just a few incomplete moves, and her father did not particularly cherish them.

Why are these people so persistent?

Perhaps there's more to it than meets the eye; due to the time travel, his memories are incomplete, and he seems to have forgotten some important details.

These people are hiding their true identities and speaking with a Sichuan accent... Could they be Yu Canghai's Qingcheng Sect?

Chen Qianyang's mind raced.

Yue Buqun, Yu Canghai, is this the world of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer?

Could it be that I'm living in Lin Pingzhi's script...?

Luckily, I have a cheat code.

[Current global flow change: 0%]

Next reward point: 1%

[Reward obtained: Sword Heart Clarity]

[Current martial arts external skills: Three-Da Sword Technique (incomplete) 2/3]

[Internal Skills: Basic Breathing Technique 6/10]

[Combat Strength Assessment: Beginner Level]

[Sword Heart Clarity: You possess an extraordinary understanding of swordsmanship. Your swordsmanship practice speed and the power of your sword techniques have greatly increased.]

This is a cheat code that requires changing the original plot to obtain the reward.

That is why he had to go to Mount Hua.

Just as Chen Qianyang was pondering, he heard the sound of wind behind him.

Five figures leaped up and blocked his way.

"Kid, let's see where you run to this time!"

All five men were dressed in black, and they instantly blocked Chen Qianyang's escape routes.

Chen Qianyang held the sword in his right hand, but his face showed no fear.

The mountain path is narrow, making it difficult to break through easily.

However, we are not far from Jade Maiden Peak, and if we hold on for a while, there may still be a chance for a turnaround.

"This is Mount Hua. Aren't you afraid of Yue Buqun, the Gentleman Swordsman?"

Chen Qianyang naturally didn't expect that using Yue Buqun's name would scare them.

What he needs now is time.

"Yue Buqun? Hmph, a fame-seeking scoundrel." The leader chuckled, "Let me tell you, he probably won't hold onto his position as the leader of the Huashan Sect for long."

"What do you mean?"

"If you want to trick me into telling me anything, go ask King Yama in the underworld."

The man drew his sword, the tip aimed straight at Chen Qianyang's brow.

Chen Qianyang parried with his sword, and in just a few moments the two had already exchanged several blows.

But the man in black did not continue his attack. Instead, he took a step back, looking as if he had everything under control.

Chen Qianyang, panting heavily, leaned against a slippery old pine tree.

The original owner's internal energy cultivation was extremely ordinary. After many days of fierce fighting, that little bit of internal energy had long been exhausted. What was supporting him now was nothing more than a fierce determination not to die.

"Hand over the sword manual, and I'll give you a quick death." The man said with a mocking expression.

Chen Qianyang took a breath, blood mixed with rainwater sliding down his lips.

He laughed and said, "If you've got the guts, come and try!"

Before the words had even faded, the person had already moved.

Instead of advancing, he retreated and turned to attack the man in black behind him.

The person behind him was clearly unprepared and did not expect that this dying kid would dare to retaliate. He instinctively raised his sword to stab.

Chen Qianyang's gaze grew increasingly cold.

Just as the sword was about to strike him, his foot slipped, and his body swiftly fell to the side.

Like an agile ape!

The disciple's sword missed its mark, leaving his chest wide open.

It's now!

Chen Qianyang, who was half-fallen to the ground, twisted his wrist, and the short sword that had been hidden in his sleeve, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, pierced into the man's ribs from bottom to top and then emerged from his lower back.

There were no screams, only the sounds of flesh being torn apart.

Having landed a successful blow, Chen Qianyang rolled on the ground, thus avoiding the attack from the other two.

Although his swordsmanship was not systematic, with the enhancement of a clear sword mind, even ordinary sword moves could unleash extraordinary power.

It is precisely because of this that he has been able to get to where he is today.

The fact that this kid still had strength filled the leader of the men in black with shock and anger, and he abandoned his contempt for him.

The remaining four immediately scattered, their swords flashing, blocking all of Chen Qianyang's escape routes.

A resolute glint flashed in Chen Qianyang's eyes, and he abruptly turned around.

Completely ignoring the sword slashing from his right, he forcefully met it with his back!

"Sizzle!"

His skin and flesh were torn open, and a deep, bone-revealing wound stretched from his shoulder blade all the way down to his waist.

The intense pain caused Chen Qianyang's body to tremble violently, but he used the force of the sword strike to unleash a burst of power in an instant.

The distance between him and the man in black to his left front was reduced to the minimum.

Before the man's horrified eyes, Chen Qianyang's sword had already pierced his heart.

The rain intensified.

Chen Qianyang was panting heavily, and his vision began to blur.

Am I really going to die here?

Killing two people seemed impressive, but his body was already at its limit.

The wound on his back was frantically devouring his last bit of life.

"Surround him, he's exhausted!" The leader shouted as he directed the remaining three to quickly take their positions, forming a simple Three Talents Sword Formation. Their swords flashed and echoed each other as they approached Chen Qianyang step by step.

This time, it's truly a desperate situation.

However, these people's martial arts skills seem rather ordinary.

Normally, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

The closer a person gets to death, the more bizarre thoughts they have.

Chen Qianyang held his sword horizontally across his chest.

He let the rain wash over his face.

He looked at the three men closing in, then suddenly laughed: "With your paltry skills, you think you can kill me? The Qingcheng Sect is nothing special."

"Still being stubborn even when you're about to die! Today, I'll show you the power of the Qingcheng Sect." The man's eyes flashed with ferocity as he and the other two charged forward. Their three longswords, like three venomous snakes, were aimed at Chen Qianyang's vital points.

Just as the sword tip was about to touch him, Chen Qianyang, who seemed to be exhausted, suddenly poured the last of his strength into his legs, which were pressed against the ground, and rolled towards the cliff on the left!

It was that strange and inexplicable swordsmanship again.

"What?" The three men were greatly surprised when their swords missed their target.

Chen Qianyang was betting that the other side wouldn't dare to approach the cliff easily!

After all, the sword manual they wanted is still on me.

"Shoot the arrows! Force him out!" the leader roared.

The two men in black immediately took out their crossbows, and the bolts shot out with a sharp whooshing sound, heading towards the area around the rocks.

Chen Qianyang was on the edge of the cliff, with nowhere to escape. He could only listen to the deadly wind rushing behind him, and his heart was filled with coldness.

"Those bastards even brought crossbows..."

Just then, a clear, long howl came from the rain.

Like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, it echoed through the valley: "Who among the disciples of Mount Hua dares to commit such a heinous act?"

Before the words were finished, a single, cold star suddenly appeared from the rain, arriving first despite being later than the first.

With a crisp "ding," it accurately struck one of the crossbow bolts.

Immediately afterwards, another, even faster sword light flashed, cleaving the second crossbow bolt in two!

Chen Qianyang felt a gentle breeze supporting his waist, and his body involuntarily flew upwards before landing steadily on the ground.

He looked up and saw two figures standing proudly beneath the gate of Mount Hua.

A tall man with a free and unrestrained face had a gourd of wine hanging from his waist.

The other person was a bright young girl wearing a light yellow short shirt, standing there gracefully, her bright eyes full of curiosity and concern.

"Senior Brother, you're amazing!" the girl clapped her hands and laughed, her voice as clear and melodious as a nightingale's song.

The young man, addressed as the senior disciple, chuckled, sheathed his sword, and turned to Chen Qianyang, asking with concern, "Young brother, are you alright?"

Chen Qianyang knew that his life was safe this time.

The visitors were none other than Linghu Chong, the eldest disciple of the Huashan Sect, and Yue Lingshan, the daughter of Yue Buqun.

"Thank you both so much for your help. My name is Chen Qianyang. I was being chased by villains and accidentally wandered into your esteemed place. Please forgive me."

In this way, his life was saved.

The first step of the plan has been achieved...