The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

The rain has started again.

But the hunt had only just begun.

Chen Qianyang, along with Yue Lingshan, Madam Liu, the seriously injured Qu Yang, and more than ten members of the Demonic Cult, fought their way back towards the south of the city.

Behind him, soldiers and disciples of the Songshan Sect remained close by.

Even many martial arts figures joined the hunt.

Some of them did so to curry favor with the Songshan School.

Some of them were doing it because of the bounty on Chen Qianyang's head.

Instantly, the entire city of Hengyang turned into a pot of boiling water.

"Don't let him get away!"

"Kill him, and you'll be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver and a promotion of three ranks!"

With such a generous reward, the pursuers became even more relentless.

"The official road leading out of the city is just ahead." Chen Qianyang gasped for breath, his left arm grazed by a stray arrow, leaving it bloody and mangled.

"Lingshan, you take them and go first, I'll cover the rear."

"No!" Yue Lingshan was exhausted, but her eyes remained resolute.

Just then, a powerful palm strike, as thick as a mountain, came crashing down from afar!

Bang!

Chen Qianyang parried with his sword, but was sent sliding several feet by the impact.

"Trying to leave? Did you even ask my hands, the ones that can hold a pagoda?"

Ding Mian has arrived.

Lu Bai followed closely behind, his long sword gleaming coldly.

These two are among the most skilled fighters, even among the elite members of the Songshan Taibao.

At this moment, he cleared his mind of all distractions and focused solely on the pursuit, determined to stop Chen Qianyang.

"Junior Nephew Chen, your swordsmanship is not bad." Ding Mian approached step by step, "It's a pity, you'll lose your life here today!"

Lu Bai suddenly flicked his wrist, and his long sword pierced straight at Yue Lingshan's face!

Attack where the enemy must defend; it's despicable, yet effective.

Chen Qianyang had no choice but to intervene, and he spun around to deflect the flying sword.

In the instant when the old forces had been exhausted and the new forces had not yet been generated, Ding Mian moved!

The key to the "Pagoda-Bearing Hand" technique lies in the word "press".

With both palms thrusting out simultaneously, the internal force crashed down like Mount Tai!

Chen Qianyang had no choice but to use his Nine Yin Internal Force to take the hit head-on.

boom!

Chen Qianyang coughed up blood.

His Nine Yin Manual was still in its early stages, from stabbing Fei Bin with his sword to fighting Yue Buqun, and finally this series of breakthroughs.

They were already at their last gasp.

How could I possibly withstand such a powerful blow again?

"Little Chen!" Yue Lingshan screamed, about to rush out.

"Don't come any closer!" Chen Qianyang struggled to get up, but his internal organs were in excruciating pain.

Lu Bai had already circled behind the young woman like a ghost, his left hand grabbing the back of her neck!

"Niece of the Yue family, I'll send you on your way first! Blame yourself for being so blind as to follow this bastard. Don't worry, I'll return your body to Senior Brother Yue!"

The distance was too close; it was too late.

whimper--

A mournful and desolate erhu melody pierced through the wind and rain.

The sound was not like a human melody, but rather like a vengeful ghost crying out in the night, lamenting its vicissitudes and resentment.

Lu Bai's hand froze three inches from Yue Lingshan's neck.

A chill ran straight to the top of my head, as if a venomous snake had locked onto my throat.

"Who?"

A small, thin figure slowly emerged from the rain.

Wearing an old long gown, carrying a broken erhu, and soaking wet, he looked like a down-on-his-luck street performer.

But with each step he took, the rainwater automatically parted.

A desolate sword intent, accompanied by the sound of the zither, permeated the heavens and earth.

Master Mo Da, the head of Hengshan Sect.

"Xiaoxiang Night Rain..." Ding Mian's expression changed. "Mo Da, are you going to interfere?"

Mo Da did not answer.

He simply lowered his head and gently pulled the strings.

The music gradually quickened and rose higher, like the night rain on the Xiang River beating against a lonely boat, desolate and mournful.

Suddenly, the music stopped abruptly.

Clang!

A cold light shone from the bottom of the broken erhu!

It was incredibly fast and unpredictable.

"The Thirteen Styles of Ever-Changing Clouds and Mist".

Mo Da murmured softly.

The figure disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already beside Lu Bai.

Lu Bai's vision blurred, and he saw countless clouds of mist explode, each cloud concealing a sword!

puff!

With a soft thud, Lu Bai staggered backward, blood seeping from between his fingers.

If I hadn't dodged quickly, that sword would have severed not my ribs, but my heart.

Mo Da sheathed his sword and put his zither into his hand, still resembling an ordinary, down-on-his-luck old man.

He turned to look at Chen Qianyang, his gaunt face displaying a complex expression.

There is sorrow, praise, and liberation.

Liu Zhengfeng still died.

This senior brother was unable to save his junior brother.

He also knew that if it wasn't Liu Zhengfeng who died, Zuo Lengchan's target would be him.

But he never intended to get involved in this mess.

Wouldn't it be better to be a coward, pretend not to see, preserve the Hengshan tradition, and then go with the flow?

But this young man before us, for the sake of a promise and a shred of conscience, did not hesitate to betray his sect and fight to this point.

In this martial world, among the Five Mountains Sword Sects, I, an old man who has lived to be fifty, am not as insightful as a young man.

That's ridiculous.

"Walk."

Mo Da spoke in a hoarse voice.

Chen Qianyang struggled to his feet, cupped his hands in a deep bow, and said, "Thank you, senior."

"Go to Shili Slope outside the city." Mo Da didn't turn around, and started playing the erhu again. "There will be someone to meet you there. Don't look back, just keep going."

"Take care, senior!"

Chen Qianyang gritted his teeth, pulled Yue Lingshan up, and, protecting Madam Liu and Qu Yang, rushed into the depths of the rain, with the elite members of the Demonic Sect following behind.

"Trying to run?!" Ding Mian roared, ready to give chase.

Clang!

The sound of the piano transformed into a sound wave wall, forcefully blocking the way.

Mo Da, alone with his zither, stood in the middle of the long street.

In front of him were Ding Mian, the seriously injured Lu Bai, and two hundred pursuers swarming in.

Behind them, young people fled towards a way to survive.

"Mo Da! This is rebellion! Does the Hengshan Sect not want to live anymore?!" Ding Mian shouted.

Mo laughed loudly.

Her smile looked worse than a grimace.

"With our junior brother dead, what use is the Hengshan Sect? Do you think the Songshan Sect would let us live?"

His fingers strummed the strings, his inner strength surged, and his tattered long robe danced without wind.

"Zuo Lengchan wants to unify the Five Sacred Mountains and command the martial world. Good, very good."

"Today, I, Mo, with my old bones, will stand up for this murky and chaotic martial world—"

"Play the last song."

The music resumed.

It is no longer the bleak night rain of the Xiaoxiang River.

It was beneath the billowing dust.

The sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses!

Countless sword energies erupted with the sound of the zither, annihilating the charging soldiers in droves!

The immense weight of the stone seemed to be firmly fixed on this inevitable path; the music grew increasingly urgent, and the sword energy intensified...

The final sound was the sharp clang of a snapping string, mixed with a long laugh:

"The song title is 'Ambush from Ten Sides'!"

As the strings snapped, dozens of stern-faced Hengshan disciples emerged from the surrounding houses.

Each one exuded a chilling sword intent.

Every eye was filled with anger and determination.

"The entire Hengshan Sect is here!"

……

At the city gate, the guards were fully equipped with bows and crossbows.

"Traitor, don't run away!"

Arrows flew like locusts.

Chen Qianyang took a deep breath, switched the sword to his left hand, and his right hand transformed into a cold palm, striking to the side.

After knocking down a government soldier, he took a large shield and held it in front of him from a distance.

"Rush!"

The large shield was instantly riddled with arrows, but it also blocked the densest rain of arrows.

Qu Yang suddenly sprang up and slammed his palm into the city gate bolt!

"open!"

The door bolt is riddled with cracks!

Under the combined might of all the demonic sect's experts, they crashed into each other.

But then a loud bang was heard.

The city gates are wide open!

Outside the city, in the wilderness, a torrential downpour was falling.

Chen Qianyang turned back and took one last look at Hengyang City.

That city contains the sect he severed ties with.

There were lives he saved. There was Liu Zhengfeng, who died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

There was also Mr. Mo Da, who played his last piece.

"Walk."

He turned and stepped into the vast rain.

White robes turned crimson, sword blades still sharp.

……