The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

The next day, we visited Jade Maiden Peak on Mount Hua.

After a night of rain, the sun finally came out, and sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled patterns inside the room.

When Chen Qianyang woke up from his coma, he felt as if all the muscles and bones in his body had fallen apart.

The wound on my back was burning with pain.

He looked around and found himself lying in a simple and clean room.

The wounds on his body had been properly bandaged, and the clothes that were mixed with mud and blood had been changed into a dry blue shirt.

He knew he was already on Mount Hua.

Just as I was thinking, the door creaked open.

A group of three people walked in. The one in the lead was about fifty years old, dressed in a light robe and loose belt, with a folding fan in his right hand, and he looked very dashing.

With a face as handsome as jade and a long, flowing beard that accentuated his upright and righteous appearance, he exuded a refined and cultured air. This was none other than Yue Buqun, the "Gentleman Sword" and leader of the Huashan Sect.

Following behind him were Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan.

Hmm, they all seem to be much stronger than me.

"Young brother, you're finally awake." Yue Buqun's voice was gentle and warm, like a spring breeze.

Chen Qianyang struggled to get up and bow, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

"It's alright, don't move." Yue Buqun gently pressed him down, indicating that he should continue to rest: "Chong'er has already told me about what happened at the mountain gate last night. You should rest assured and recover from your injuries. This is the Huashan Sect, and no one will dare to act recklessly here."

Linghu Chong stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Master, last night I observed those people's moves. Although their martial arts skills were mediocre, their swordsmanship was extremely ruthless, and their moves were somewhat complicated. I would like to humbly demonstrate them here for your review."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly in agreement.

With permission granted, Linghu Chong imitated the sword techniques of the men in black in an open space in the room.

His longsword moved with agility and ferocity, sometimes slashing diagonally, sometimes sweeping horizontally, its movements as strong as a pine tree and as swift as the wind. However, the swordplay lacked fluidity and appeared somewhat disjointed.

Yue Buqun observed for a moment, stroked his beard and pondered: "Judging from the style, this sword technique is somewhat similar to the Qingcheng School's Pine Breeze Sword Technique, but it is ambiguous in crucial moments. It must be a way to conceal our intentions."

He turned his gaze back to Chen Qianyang, his eyes gentle yet scrutinizing: "I wonder what this young man's name is, and why he has been chased here by this group of thieves."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qianyang's eyes immediately became bloodshot, his face filled with sorrow, and his voice became somewhat hoarse: "Junior...Junior Chen Qianyang, a native of Nanyang. My father, Chen Buwei, was, according to him, a disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect back then."

Disliking the bloodshed of the martial world, I had long since retired from public life, no longer concerned with the truth. But unexpectedly, a few days ago, my family was struck by tragedy; my entire clan... was murdered. My father, to protect me as I escaped, was struck by the assailant's palm. Before he died, he told his descendants everything, instructing me to come to Mount Hua and find Master Yue.

At this point, his fists were clenched and his eyes were wide with rage.

He portrayed the image of a young man whose family was destroyed and who was burdened with a deep-seated hatred.

"Chen Buwei?" Yue Buqun frowned slightly, his expression strange, and looked Chen Qianyang up and down: "Are you really Junior Brother Chen's son?"

Chen Qianyang felt a chill run down his spine, wondering if Yue Buqun had some grudge against his adoptive father.

The conflict between the Sword and Qi factions of Mount Hua back then was so fierce that rivers of blood flowed. Could it be...?

At this point, I could only honestly answer, "Yes, but I only found out recently... Is Sect Leader Yue very close to my father?"

Yue Buqun, perhaps realizing his expression was off, quickly chuckled and said, "We're not that close, but back then, among the disciples of the Sword Sect, your father's swordsmanship was one of the best. I never imagined he would be living in seclusion in Nanyang all these years."

"I suppose your father taught you quite a bit of the martial arts of this school?"

"No, that's not true. Although I've loved martial arts since I was a child, my father didn't teach me. All my skills were taught by instructors hired by our family."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly. When he took the pulse of this young man just now, he found that there was only a small amount of true qi in his body, which was not from the Huashan lineage. It should be a basic martial arts breathing technique.

This young man speaks earnestly and has a deep connection with my Mount Hua. Although there are many suspicious aspects to this matter, I think it wouldn't hurt to keep him here for a few days.

However, it would be inappropriate to stay on Mount Hua for an extended period.

Thinking of this, Yue Buqun's face showed even more sorrow, and he sighed, "Since you are a descendant of Junior Brother Chen, you can be considered a member of the Huashan lineage. Although there were some disputes in the past, we are all of the same origin. You should stay here in peace and make plans after you recover from your injuries."

"Thank you so much, Sect Leader Yue..." Chen Qianyang said, tears streaming down his face.

Yue Buqun nodded, gave a few more instructions, and then led Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan out of the room.

The moment the door closed, the grief on Chen Qianyang's face vanished.

Instead, he possessed a depth and composure beyond his years.

Yue Buqun is truly shrewd; he has clearly already seen through some of the problems.

He didn't ask me why I was being hunted down, nor did he mention the sword manual I had hidden, as if he didn't care at all.

Although he spoke sincerely, he kept his distance, only telling me to recuperate here, but he had no intention of accepting me as a disciple.

It's unclear whether the conflict over sword energy left him with resentment, or if there was some other reason.

Sigh, thinking about everything that has happened these past few days feels like a nightmare.

One moment he was camping in the wild, and the next he was a boy named Chen Qianyang, being hunted down by a family massacre.

If it weren't for his good survival experience in his previous life and the talent he acquired called Sword Heart Clarity, he probably would have died on the way.

Although it is safe now, it is not yet settled.

He remained here as a descendant of the Sword Sect, and the conflicts and blood feuds of the past were still an insurmountable obstacle.

Regardless of the circumstances, he had to stay on Mount Hua.

This cheat code requires him to change the original plot in order to obtain the reward.

If this is truly "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," then it's meant to bring about change in the world.

There is no place more suitable than the Huashan Sect.

After all, the protagonist, Linghu Chong, is here, making him a point of interaction between countless energies and plot developments.

As long as I can change his course, I will have more confidence.

However, the original plot seems to have not yet unfolded, and although Yue Buqun appears to be a refined gentleman, he is actually unfathomably cunning.

It will probably take some effort for me to become a disciple of the Huashan Sect.

Just as I was pondering this, the door opened again.

Chen Qianyang looked up and saw that the person who came was a beautiful woman with graceful bearing, carrying a faint fragrance of orchids.

She wore a plain robe, yet it could not conceal her beautiful and voluptuous figure. A long sword at her waist added a touch of heroic spirit. Her hair was slightly tied up, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes, as clear as autumn water, possessed a captivating charm.

That was a gentle and charming allure honed by the passage of time, incomparable to that of an ordinary young girl.

She was carrying a bowl of medicinal soup, and her gentle smile suddenly stopped when she saw Chen Qianyang's face on the bed.

With a soft sound, the porcelain bowl in her hand gently collided with the tray, almost spilling.

The beautiful woman stood there, stunned, a hint of disbelief flashing in her eyes, and for a moment she forgot to speak.

"Senior, what's wrong?" Chen Qianyang was a little confused by the beautiful woman's sudden reaction and was about to ask.

Unexpectedly, the woman's red lips trembled slightly, and she murmured, "So...so much like him..."