The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

At that moment, Chen Qianyang could feel the child's body temperature, which was coming through his trouser leg.

It's very hot.

That is the warmth of life.

He suddenly remembered when he had just transmigrated.

That rainy night, his entire family was murdered, and he crawled desperately through the mud, trying to grab onto something to survive.

That day, it was also these Songshan Sect members!

That day, it was also this group of reputable sects!

Fei Bin crossed his arms: "What? Nephew Chen can't bring himself to do it? You should think it through."

"Little Chenzi," Yue Lingshan covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. She tried to rush over, but Ning Zhongze held her tightly.

"Qianyang, don't do anything foolish." Ning Zhongze's voice trembled.

Chen Qianyang closed his eyes.

All the calculations, plots, gains and losses in my mind suddenly became noisy and chaotic at this moment.

You are a time traveler.

You're here to use the storyline to become stronger.

Kill him, and you can gain Zuo Lengchan's trust. Then you can find another opportunity to kill him.

Although the plot did not meet my expectations, there were clearly some changes.

There will definitely be a reward then.

With just one slash, everything will be solved.

Chen Qianyang slowly bent down.

His hand gripped the hilt of the dagger on the ground.

It feels cold to the touch.

Seeing this, Yue Buqun breathed a sigh of relief.

A hint of relief and guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Good! As expected of the young elite of the Huashan Sect! Ruthless! Truly..."

Fei Bin's laughter hadn't even faded.

Chen Qianyang straightened up.

She turned around to face Fei Bin.

"Uncle Fei, you just said that this basin of water is too clear and can't wash away the dirt?"

Fei Bin was stunned for a moment: "What?"

I said…

Chen Qianyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Your blood is far dirtier, like that of a beast!"

Clang—!

The long sword behind him was drawn.

A sword light that amazed the world.

There were no complicated variations, no fancy swordplay.

Only speed, the ultimate speed.

Dugu Nine Swords!

This sword strike is solely for killing.

The sword light surged upwards like a thunderclap, drawing a sharp arc in the air.

Fei Bin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He wanted to retreat, he wanted to block.

But he found himself unable to move.

The killing intent of that sword strike was like a nail, firmly pinning his soul to the spot.

puff.

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was as soft as a sigh.

Fei Bin covered his throat with both hands.

Blood gushed from between his fingers.

He wanted to speak, but could only make a "hoho" sound.

He staggered backward, finally collapsing heavily to his knees.

He knelt before the body of Liu Zhengfeng, who had just died.

The entire room fell silent.

The folding fan in Yue Buqun's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Chen Qianyang swung his sword and severed the ropes binding the child, then pulled the child behind him.

A long sword lay across his chest.

Blood was still dripping from the tip of the sword.

Chen Qianyang raised his head and scanned the entire room.

That look in his eyes was no longer that of a timid and submissive disciple of Mount Hua, nor that of a cunning and calculating transmigrator.

That was a person, a real person.

"This is the example I, Chen Qianyang, have set!"

Chen Qianyang's voice echoed in the deathly silent hall.

"Is this one strike enough?"

The sound still echoed on the main beam of the hall, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Fei Bin knelt on the ground, his hands tightly covering his throat.

The blood flowed like a burst dam, unstoppable.

He stared wide-eyed at the calm-looking young man in front of him.

He doesn't understand.

This kid is clearly poisoned; if he doesn't listen to me, the poison will take effect in an instant.

We had already agreed on the price last night.

The situation is clearly settled now, and even Yue Buqun has given up.

But why?

Fei Bin wanted to ask, but he would never be able to utter a complete sentence again in his life.

His throat was completely severed by that sword, and his vocal cords were also pulverized by the sword energy.

He convulsed violently twice, then collapsed.

Fei Bin, also known as the Great Master of Songyang and the Protector of Songshan, always considered himself to be unparalleled in wisdom and strategy.

Just like a stray dog.

Dead.......

The two hundred soldiers holding crossbows were stunned, their fingers still on the triggers.

The hundreds of martial arts heroes present, including Abbess Dingyi, Taoist Tianmen, and even Yun Shaohua who had been observing coldly, all gaped open.

Fei Bin, one of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, the Great Songyang Hand, died just like that?

He was instantly killed by a second-generation disciple of the Huashan Sect with a single sword strike.

That sword strike was too fast.

It happened so fast that most people didn't even see when Chen Qianyang drew his sword.

Chen Qianyang casually tossed the dagger away.

He gripped the longsword in a reverse grip, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

"Uncle Fei."

"In your next life, don't be an animal. Be a human."

"Murder...murder!"

The disciples of the Songshan Sect finally realized what was happening.

"He killed Master Fei!"

"This kid's gone mad!"

He's a spy for the evil cult! Kill him!

Ding Mian and Lu Bai, who were staring at Qu Yang from a distance, were even more ashen-faced. They exchanged a glance and both saw the murderous intent in each other's eyes.

If this son is not eliminated, Mount Song will never have peace!

"Who dares to move!"

A loud shout, like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon.

Chen Qianyang stepped forward and stood in front of Liu Zhengfeng, the trembling child.

He simply held the long sword across his chest.

An invisible force erupted from him.

That was the murderous aura that had accumulated after killing Fei Bin, as well as the anger that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Chen Qianyang! You...you dare to harm our elders!"

Lu Bai pointed at Chen Qianyang, his face already grim: "You committed murder in front of everyone! Are you trying to drag the entire Huashan Sect down with the Demonic Sect?"

That's a really harsh statement.

This not only confirmed Chen Qianyang's guilt, but also directly brought the fire to the Huashan Sect.

As the leader of the Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun had to react.

Chen Qianyang ignored Lu Bai.

He slowly looked behind him.

At this moment, Yue Buqun looked like a clay sculpture, somewhat bewildered.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Fei Bin should have died long ago. There are many people who want him dead. He was originally Zuo Lengchan's henchman.

But dying at the hands of the Huashan Sect is another matter entirely.

Regardless of Chen Qianyang's motives, the Songshan Sect will definitely hold Huashan accountable for this.

Zuo Lengchan would never let go of this perfect excuse to annex and destroy Huashan.

The only option now is...

"Senior Brother Yue, your disciple killed my junior brother, who was also the junior brother of the Left Alliance Leader. This debt..." Lu Bai stepped forward and questioned Yue Buqun.

The only way out is to cut it off.

It must be cut immediately!

"evil creature!"

Yue Buqun made a move.

This movement was as powerful as thunder.

His once gentle and refined face was now contorted in pain.

Purple true energy surged onto his face instantly.

"I ordered you to eliminate demons and uphold justice, yet you dared to collude with the demonic sect and brutally murder Senior Brother Fei!"

Yue Buqun lightly touched the ground with his toes, covering several meters, and unleashed a palm strike carrying overwhelming Purple Cloud True Qi, directly targeting Chen Qianyang.

He didn't hold back with that palm strike.

He knew he couldn't hold back.

"Watch out!" Yue Lingshan screamed.

It's as if Chen Qianyang has eyes in the back of his head.

The instant Yue Buqun's palm strike landed on his body, he swayed slightly, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Bang!

The palm strike slammed into a solid wooden pillar beside them.

With a crack, the pillar, as thick as two people could hug, was sliced ​​open, leaving a deep palm print.

Using the momentum, Chen Qianyang swam back three zhang and landed in the center of the field.

"Master."

"Shut up!"

Yue Buqun shouted angrily, "You traitorous disciple! By murdering our elders, do you intend to destroy the century-old foundation of Mount Hua?"

"Foundation?"

Chen Qianyang smiled.

"Master, you taught me that those who practice martial arts should prioritize chivalry. If this so-called century-old foundation is to be built by killing a ten-year-old child, or by serving as a dog for the Songshan Sect..."

Chen Qianyang suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing.

"If this identity as a Huashan disciple requires trading one's conscience, then I, Chen Qianyang, am better off without it!"

boom!

These words were like a thunderclap.

Linghu Chong's hand holding the sword was trembling.

Ning Zhongze was also clutching her chest, looking at her husband and beloved disciple with a pained expression.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yue Buqun was so angry that he laughed instead.

"You've got guts! Since you don't want this identity, then today I'll grant your wish!"

Yue Buqun suddenly drew his long sword from his waist.

"Disciples of Mount Hua, heed my command!" Yue Buqun pointed his sword at Chen Qianyang, his voice icy: "Chen Qianyang colluded with the Demonic Sect, slaughtered his allies, and committed heinous crimes! From this moment forward, he is expelled from the Mount Hua sect! Everyone has the right to kill him!"

Nobody moved.

The disciples of Mount Hua looked at each other.

"What? You're not even listening to me anymore?"

"Master..." Linghu Chong was about to step forward to plead for mercy.

"Anyone who dares to plead for leniency will be punished as an accomplice!"

Having said that, he no longer relied on anyone else. With a flick of his wrist, the longsword transformed into a cold gleam, aiming straight for Chen Qianyang's throat.

This sword strike is a signature move in the Huashan swordplay.

It is named "Taiyue Sanqing Peak".