The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

The next day, the sky was overcast with dark clouds, looking like a storm was brewing.

Chen Qianyang, Lao Denuo, and Yue Lingshan rode away from Huayin County and returned to Mount Hua.

For some reason, although the events of last night were not very loud, Laudenau's skills should have been able to detect them.

In other words, Laudenau and the man in black had been in cahoots before.

Chen Qianyang understood, and carefully put the secret book away from his body. His expression remained calm as usual, but his heart was already tense.

Killing Mei Jianhe is not difficult, but creating the illusion of a mistaken killing is not easy; the intricacies involved require careful consideration.

Fortunately, he had a naive girl by his side and a traitor who betrayed his own side.

I doubt they'll expose my plan.

He looked at Yue Lingshan beside him, only to find that the girl was also secretly observing him with her bright eyes.

After being discovered, she blushed with embarrassment and turned her head away.

After a few seconds, he turned his head away, looking puzzled.

It was as if he was asking himself why he was looking at her.

"She really has the heart of a young girl," Chen Qianyang chuckled to himself, his tense feeling instantly easing slightly.

As they traveled until noon, the terrain ahead became increasingly treacherous, revealing a deep canyon.

The cliffs on both sides are as if cut by a knife and axe, with strange rocks that pierce the sky. In the middle, there is only a narrow passage that can only accommodate two or three people side by side. This is the famous "One Line Sky".

Laudenau, a seasoned veteran of the martial world, reined in his horse and said in a deep voice, "This place is treacherous. If an ambush is to be set up, it is very likely to be here. We must be careful and on guard."

No sooner had he finished speaking than several figures appeared at the bend in the canyon ahead, blocking his path.

"There's one behind us too!" Yue Lingshan exclaimed in surprise, only to find that her retreat route was also blocked.

Three in front and two in back, a total of five people.

The leader had a fierce expression on his face, and his eyes were full of resentment.

It was none other than Mei Jianhe, and the others, judging from their attire, were all disciples of Chaoyang Peak.

They had clearly been lying in wait here for a long time.

"Chen Qianyang, you've been waiting for me!" Mei Jianhe roared, drawing his longsword with murderous intent, his words filled with undisguised ferocity.

Laudenuo frowned, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Junior Brother Mei, our two sects belong to the same lineage of Mount Hua, why make such a fuss? As for the account book..."

"What ledger?" Mei Jianhe shouted sharply, "Lao Denuo, you don't need to waste your breath. Today's matter is a personal grudge between me and Chen Qianyang, it has nothing to do with the sect, and it has nothing to do with that damn ledger. You and your junior sister wait aside. Today I'm only targeting Chen Qianyang!"

Mei Jianhe wasn't entirely brainless, just not very bright.

He knew that the account book matter was difficult to explain, but he could insist that this life-or-death battle was a personal grudge between himself and Chen Qianyang.

All we need to do is kill him here and steal the ledger.

Even if I am blamed afterward, I am not afraid.

"Bah!" Yue Lingshan's pretty face was already flushed with anger, and her long sword was already drawn. "You scum of Chaoyang Peak, not only did you rob my family of their property, but you also wanted to kill me to silence me? Second Senior Brother, this matter cannot be compromised."

Laudenau sighed, "Of course. Since Junior Brother Mei is behaving this way, don't blame us for taking drastic measures."

"Hmph, the disciples of that hypocrite Yue Buqun are all good-for-nothings," Mei Jian and the two behind him had already struck a pose. "But this little wench has delicate skin and tender flesh, come and play with your brother!"

But with a hissing sound, Chen Qianyang, who had been silent all along, made his move.

The sword's edge was aimed directly at the very Chaoyang Peak disciple who had been spouting such foul language.

The man had no idea that the newcomer's sword strike would be so fast, and in a panic, he raised his sword to block.

Unexpectedly, the sword, like a nimble snake, changed direction halfway through its flight.

With a snap, the sword pierced through the flesh.

The right arm of that Chaoyang Peak disciple was actually severed.

The pitiful howls could not drown out those chilling words.

"You insulted my senior sister! You deserve to die!"

Although this passage is over a hundred words long, it happened in an instant.

The people of Chaoyang Peak were shocked by Chen Qianyang's ruthless killing ability; he crippled one of them in a single exchange, and they immediately abandoned their contempt.

Yue Lingshan's chest rose and fell slightly, clearly dazzled by the swordplay and the boy's words.

Mei Jianhe disregarded the lives of his fellow disciples and shouted, "Everyone saw it! This kid attacked first. However, his swordsmanship is strange, so everyone needs to be careful."

"Chen Qianyang, I admit your swordsmanship is somewhat impressive. Yesterday, there were many people in the city, which allowed you to escape by chance. Now, in this desolate wilderness, I will show you what happens when you offend Mei Jianhe!"

"You talk too much nonsense!"

"court death!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Mei Jianhe had already touched the ground with his toes and pounced like a giant eagle.

As the sword light surged, it unleashed the direct lineage sword technique of Mu Renqing.

The sword strikes were exceptionally ruthless, each move aimed directly at Chen Qianyang's vital points, clearly indicating that he intended to kill him, seize the records, and destroy the evidence.

The other three Chaoyang Peak disciples also shouted at the same time, drawing their swords and attacking Lao Denuo and Yue Lingshan.

In an instant, sword energy surged through the canyon rocks, and the sounds of metal clashing were deafening.

Chen Qianyang was now calm and focused. Although his internal strength was not as good as Mei Jianhe's, his previous encounters had made him aware of this fiend's martial arts skills.

With his sword mind clear, the plum blossom sword and its swift and ruthless sword moves seemed to be dismantled in a slower, more deliberate way in his eyes.

They can always see the opportunity in the blink of an eye.

His long sword moved like a serpent's tongue, his moves agile and unpredictable. He didn't seek victory in one strike, but rather targeted the fleeting openings in the opponent's movements.

The two exchanged sword blows at lightning speed, exchanging dozens of blows in just a few breaths.

Although Mei Jianhe had the upper hand with his profound internal strength, and his sword wind was howling and his momentum was terrifying, he was unable to subdue Chen Qianyang for a while.

Instead, he was repeatedly caught off guard by the unpredictable counterattacks, which left him flustered and increasingly shocked and angry.

Chen Qianyang patiently waited for the right opportunity.

On the other side, Laudenuo's swordsmanship was steady and his defense was impeccable. He remained calm and composed even when facing two disciples from Chaoyang Peak.

Although Yue Lingshan's swordsmanship was slightly inferior in skill, it was still agile and graceful, and she did not fall behind for the time being.

In the heat of the battle, Chen Qianyang keenly noticed a tiny flaw in Mei Jianhe's swordplay as he grew impatient from his prolonged attack.

His mind raced, and he immediately deliberately left an opening open to lure them into attacking.

Mei Jianhe fell for the trap as expected. Seeing his defenses wide open, he thought he had succeeded: "You little beast, die!"

His internal energy surged forth without reservation, and his sword strike, like Mount Tai pressing down, carried the force of wind and thunder, aimed straight at Chen Qianyang's head, intending to kill him with a single blow!

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred.

A dark shadow, like a ghost, silently slid down the cliff above everyone's heads, its speed far exceeding the limits of ordinary people's eyesight.

The man, his face covered with a black cloth, landed and, without saying a word, drew his longsword and thrust it out.

In an instant, an extremely condensed and sharp sword aura, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, rushed towards the two people fighting!

Seeing their momentum, they even planned to kill both of them.

The sword's target was Chen Qianyang, who seemed to be completely enveloped by the plum blossom sword and its aura.

"Watch out!" Laudenuo and Yue Lingshan simultaneously sensed the sudden and terrifying aura, but they were tightly entangled by their respective opponents and were unable to break free to rescue each other.

At this moment, Chen Qianyang seemed completely stunned by the earth-shattering attack and the overwhelming sword energy.

Faced with the incoming attack, he showed a look of "utter horror" on his face and subconsciously blocked with his sword.

At the same time, his steps became unsteady and chaotic, and he stumbled backward in a hurry.

Mei Jianhe, who was launching a full-scale attack, was at his peak, focused on achieving his goal in one fell swoop. His spirit and energy were all concentrated on that one fatal sword strike. He never expected such a deadly and swift attack to come from behind!

He felt an ominous sword wind behind him, and the sharp killing intent made his soul tremble. Out of a martial artist's instinct, he wanted to turn around and defend, but the sword energy was so fast!

It's too late.

"puff!"

The masked man's sword energy struck Chen Qianyang's parrying sword with pinpoint accuracy, its unparalleled sharpness penetrating the blade.

Chen Qianyang felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a small mouthful of blood. He staggered backward like a kite with a broken string, his face instantly turning ashen.

Mei Jianhe was in an even worse state. Although he managed to dodge the fatal blow to his back by instinct, his right shoulder blade was still struck squarely by the sharp sword energy!

"Crack!" A clear sound of bone breaking rang out.

"Ah!" Mei Jianhe let out an extremely shrill scream, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He could no longer hold onto the longsword in his hand, and it flew out of his hand. He was like a stone thrown by a huge force, and he fell towards the direction where Chen Qianqiang staggered and fell!

At this moment, Chen Qianyang was falling backward due to the sword energy, his blood and qi churning within him. His long sword seemed to instinctively and tremblingly extend forward, as if searching for some support point to maintain his balance.

The tip of the sword pointed precisely in the direction from which Mei Jian and the out-of-control sword lunged.

Among everyone present, including Laudenuo and Yue Lingshan, who had just fought off their opponents and were anxiously watching.

And what Yuan Chengzhi, who rushed over upon hearing the news and arrived just in time to reach the canyon entrance to carry out the rescue, witnessed was the following scene:

Mei Jianhe was severely injured by the mysterious masked man and fell forward out of control.

Chen Qianyang was also injured by that person, coughing up blood and staggering backward, his long sword unconsciously reaching forward.

Then, in such an extremely "coincidental" situation, under the combined effect of the downward force and the forward momentum, Mei Jianhe's chest collided precisely with the tip of Chen Qianyang's sword, which appeared to be "stopped" due to his retreat!

There was a "plop" sound.

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and bone was exceptionally clear in the suddenly silent canyon.

Time seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Everyone present was stunned.

When Chen Qianyang finally realized what was happening, his face was filled with astonishment.

His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

He froze, staring at the longsword that had completely disappeared into Mei Jian and his chest.

Mei Jian, whose body was pierced through like a string of needles, was still convulsing violently. His eyes were wide open, clearly unaware of what had happened.

Just moments ago, he was fiercely threatening to take that bastard's life.

He was sent flying by the blow, pierced right through.

He just couldn't understand how things had unfolded this way.

What exactly happened?

At this moment, he stared intently at Chen Qianyang, who was standing close by, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

A few muffled and labored "ho...ho..." sounds came from his throat.

His head tilted to the side, his pupils dilated, and he stopped breathing instantly.

then.

died.