The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Chen Qianyang gracefully departed and returned to his residence.

A smile appeared on his face.

Although he felt somewhat sorry for Linghu Chong, given his conflicted and contradictory nature, he ultimately failed to protect Yue Lingshan in the original story.

Rather than letting Lin Pingzhi benefit, it's better to intercept it ourselves.

Moreover, this is also an important method to manipulate the timeline.

[Current world line change: 2%]

Yue Buqun told him to diligently cultivate his inner power, and that he should not slack off on this matter.

After all, he has already mastered the Huashan sword technique to a proficient level, and if he wants to continue to improve, he will probably have to spend even more effort.

Linghu Chong had previously said that there were many wild medicinal herbs in the back mountain that could be used to assist in the cultivation of internal energy.

Perhaps we can start from here.

The next morning, before the morning mist between the peaks had completely dissipated, a ray of golden sunlight had already warmed the green tiles of Jade Maiden Peak.

Chen Qianyang informed Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze that he had gained some insights from practicing the mental cultivation method.

He wished to go to a secluded spot in the back mountains to meditate and contemplate, in order to conform to the principle of gathering energy in the forest.

Yue Buqun assumed it was for better internal energy cultivation, and after a moment's thought, he agreed, only reminding him to be careful and not to go towards Chaoyang Peak.

On the contrary, Ning Zhongze's eyes were full of concern. She carefully prepared enough dry food and water for him and told him not to overwork.

After bidding farewell to his master and mistress, Chen Qianyang headed alone towards the treacherous Wangxia Peak in the back mountain.

Mount Hua covers a vast area and has five main peaks, with the Jade Maiden Peak, where the Huashan Sect resides, being the most prominent.

There are countless other cliffs and valleys.

Wangxia Peak is rarely visited by people, with huge ancient trees standing tall and blocking out the sun.

The thick vines, winding like dragons, cling to the cliffside rocks, making the mountain appear even more secluded and tranquil.

Following the directions given by Linghu Chong, Chen Qianyang carefully searched the mountains and forests.

Half a day later, they finally found something in a crevice in a shady rock.

Its leaves are thick and dark green like jade, with a faint purple sheen at the base.

In his previous life, he enjoyed wilderness survival and had also learned some skills in identifying ingredients and herbs.

Judging from its shape and color, this is clearly a top-quality He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum).

It has been at least several decades.

Chen Qianyang was overjoyed and was about to go forward to pick the fruit.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of wind rising behind them, and a cold shout came from afar.

His voice was filled with arrogance and disdain.

"Who dares to touch anything belonging to Chaoyang Peak!"

The sharp voice shattered the silence of the mountain forest.

Chen Qianyang frowned. This person's ability to transmit sound over a distance showed that his internal strength was indeed quite good.

He paused in his herb-gathering motion, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.

He suddenly turned to look in the direction the sound came from, and saw a rocky outcrop in the distance.

A young man had appeared out of nowhere. He was dressed in a blue robe, tall and thin, with an unusually fair complexion.

A pair of sinister eyes were exceptionally sharp, and a contemptuous sneer played on the corners of her lips as she looked down at him.

He had a narrow longsword at his waist, his hands behind his back, and his expression was extremely arrogant, as if everything in the world belonged to him.

"Who are you?" Chen Qianyang's expression darkened slightly as he calmly met the other party's scrutiny.

"I am Chen Qianyang from Mount Hua. This is the territory of my Mount Hua sect. Furthermore, the mountains here are full of wild, unclaimed animals. When did they become your private property?"

The man in blue sneered upon hearing this, his voice sharp: "So it's that cowardly disciple of Yue Buqun. Although the name of the Huashan Sect is occupied by that hypocrite, this place is the territory of my Chaoyang Peak."

"Chaoyang Peak?" Chen Qianyang thought of what Linghu Chong had mentioned before and asked in confusion, "May I ask its name?"

"Hmph, I suppose Yue Buqun must have taught you as well. As for my name, listen to me carefully. I am Mei Jianhe, the eldest disciple of Gui Xinshu, the invincible master of divine fist, and the master of the divine sword immortal ape Mu Renqing of Chaoyang Peak.

"This Wangxia Peak has long been handed over to my master's sect by our grandmaster, and all the medicinal herbs in these mountains belong to my Chaoyang Peak. Kid, are you scared? If you know what's good for you, get lost!"

Mu Renqing? Gui Xinshu? Mei Jianhe?

Isn't this a character from "The Sword Stained with Royal Blood"?

Mu Renqing, the Divine Sword Immortal Ape, is one of the top masters in "The Sword Stained with Royal Blood". His disciples, Gui Xinshu, the "Invincible Divine Fist", and Huang Zhen, the "Copper Pen and Iron Abacus", are also quite powerful.

With the addition of the chosen one, the Golden Snake King Yuan Chengzhi, the overall strength of the Huashan Sect in "The Sword Stained with Royal Blood" can be said to be the best in the entire book.

The appearance of these people proves that this world is not simply "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer"!

It's also my fault for not investigating further; the original owner didn't know much about the martial arts world before the massacre of his family.

They lacked a deep understanding of the world's intrigues and assumed things too much.

Looks like I'll have to find someone to introduce these things when I get back.

His mind raced, but his expression remained impassive: "So you are a disciple of Senior Mu. My apologies for my rudeness. But you have no proof that this place belongs to your sect."

Mei Jianhe was an arrogant and belligerent person by nature. Coupled with his superb lightness skills and considerable swordsmanship, he had already gained a great reputation in the martial arts world within a few years of his debut. This is how he got the nickname "Shadowless".

In fact, the wilderness of Mount Hua has no fixed abode; it has always been a matter of whoever sees it gets to own it.

However, Mu Renqing held a very high position and was skilled in martial arts. According to his lineage, he was also a member of the Huashan lineage. According to seniority, Yue Buqun should call him "Uncle-Master." Therefore, he restricted the actions of his disciples and was more tolerant when encountering members of the Chaoyang Peak lineage.

Secondly, Gui Xinshu, the invincible master of divine fists, has always been protective of his own and dislikes Yue Buqun, so his disciples naturally wouldn't treat the Huashan disciples well.

Mei Jianhe had met disciples of the Huashan Sect before, and even the senior disciple of Huashan, Linghu Chong, was quite polite to him.

I've never seen this kid before, so I suppose he's only recently started learning the trade, and he's already got the idea to take advantage of his position to seize the treasure.

Unexpectedly, this unknown young disciple dared to question him to his face.

Enraged and humiliated, the anger in his chest surged up.

Since we've already gone this far, let's go all the way. Even if we have to resort to force today, I doubt Yue Buqun would risk his life to fight Chaoyang Peak for the sake of an ordinary disciple.

"What an arrogant brat! Is this how Yue Buqun disciplines his disciples?" Mei Jianhe shouted sternly. "Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your hypocritical master."

Before the words were even finished, the sword was already drawn!

A chilling glint flashed like a bolt of lightning, the sword tip piercing straight for Chen Qianyang's face.

His swordsmanship is swift and unpredictable, with extremely tricky angles for striking, carrying a sharp and sinister force, truly inheriting the light and agile sword style of Mu Renqing's lineage.

In terms of cultivation, he is even better than Liang Fa from the previous day.

Chen Qianyang knew he had met a formidable opponent and dared not be careless in the slightest.

He immediately drew his longsword and focused on the battle. His swordsmanship and internal strength were still shallow, far inferior to Mei Jianhe's, and he had no advantage in a head-on confrontation.

But for now, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.