The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Chen Qianyang had a long dream.

In my dream, my father was fighting to the death with a strange man in purple robes.

The purple-robed stranger's martial arts were strange and unusual; every palm strike he made carried a chilling coldness.

Although the father was skilled in swordsmanship, he was no match for him despite his best efforts.

He was struck in the chest with a palm and fell to the ground dead.

But he could only hide in the shadows, his body cold and unable to do anything.

"Even the number one expert of the Sword Sect is nothing more than this." The purple-robed man turned his head, his sinister eyes fixed on him.

Chen Qianyang felt a chill run through his body.

The strange man floated up to him, grabbed his chin, and stuffed a pill into his mouth.

"Your father is a fool who refuses to work for me. You look like a smart guy, do you want to live?" The strange man chuckled. "I can give you a chance. This medicine will take effect in six months. You'll regret being alive today then."

"Go up Mount Hua obediently, and I will come to find you then."

"You'll know what to do then."

Chen Qianyang suddenly woke up, panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He looked around; he was still in the same guest room of the Huashan Sect.

The moonlight outside the room was like water, and the night was deep.

That was just a dream.

but......

Chen Qianyang raised his left hand and, by the moonlight, saw a thin black line extending from his palm to his wrist. Although it was not clear, it was very distinct.

poison.......

That dream I just had was probably a memory I lost when I traveled back in time.

The purple-robed stranger, his icy palm strikes, and his modus operandi.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Qianyang's eyes; he had figured everything out.

This clumsy pursuit was not for eliminating the threat completely, nor was it for the sword manual.

Instead, he sent himself, the chess piece, to Mount Hua.

Then he used poison to control himself.

But what exactly did that purple-robed man intend to do? He was just an ordinary young man.

What's the use of joining Mount Hua? What is he after?

Suddenly, doubts filled his mind, and a strong sense of crisis arose spontaneously.

While Mount Hua may seem safe, the hidden dangers lurking beneath the surface are considerable.

With six months to go before the poison takes effect, he must quickly establish himself and improve his strength in order to escape this fate of being at the mercy of others.

Chen Qianyang was deep in thought, considering his future plans, when suddenly the east began to lighten.

Sunlight streamed into the room, and with a creak, the door was pushed open.

A beautiful figure gracefully entered from outside.

The person who came was Yue Lingshan. Today she changed into an apricot-colored ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). The belt around her waist clearly outlined her slender waist, making her figure even more graceful and exuding the charm of a young girl.

She held the medicine bowl, her cheeks slightly puffed out, her bright eyes carrying a hint of anger, which made her even more charming and endearing.

As she approached, a faint fragrance mixed with the scent of medicine wafted into Chen Qianyang's nostrils, making him feel relaxed and intoxicated.

Yue Lingshan looked unwilling. She didn't know what was wrong with her mother these past few days, insisting that she take care of the boy, brewing medicine and delivering meals every day, which was really annoying.

"Little Chen, time for your medicine!" She placed the medicine bowl on the table, her tone unfriendly.

Chen Qianyang ignored the bowl of medicine, his eyes fixed intently on Yue Lingshan.

Perhaps because she was leaning forward, the collar of her clothes was slightly open, revealing a section of her fair neck and delicate collarbone, so white it was dazzling.

Yue Lingshan felt a little uneasy under his gaze and spat, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and drink your medicine, I still have to go practice martial arts!"

Chen Qianyang laughed and said, "Senior sister is as beautiful as a fairy. Just looking at you has healed seven or eight parts of my injuries. I don't even need to take the medicine."

"You're so glib! And don't call me 'Senior Sister,' Father hasn't said he'd take you in yet!" Yue Lingshan blushed, but a sweet feeling welled up inside her.

This kid is despicable, but he has a very sweet tongue.

The stubborn boy I saw down the mountain that day turned out to be a lecherous fellow.

Seeing that Chen Qianyang was about to struggle to get up, she quickly supported him, saying, "Don't move around. If you drop the medicine, I'll have to clean it up."

Chen Qianyang leaned against her, his warm, soft body nestled in his arms. He deliberately frowned and said, "Senior Sister, this medicine is too hot."

Yue Lingshan frowned slightly, but did not correct his mistake in addressing her. She simply picked up the medicine bowl, touched the rim with her lips, and blew on it, saying, "It's not hot anymore, drink it quickly."

This situation doesn't resemble that of a senior and junior brother/sister pair; it's more like that of a young married couple.

Chen Qianyang found it amusing and thought he would tease the little girl a bit more, so he took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

But she deliberately left a small portion, smacked her lips, and said, "Senior sister, this medicine is a bit too bitter."

"You're so bitter, you rascal." Although Yue Lingshan said this, she took out a few candied fruits from her bosom, pinched one up, and held it to his lips: "Here, eat it."

Chen Qianyang held the candied fruit in his mouth, but instead of swallowing it, he gently sucked on her warm fingertips.

As if struck by lightning, Yue Lingshan quickly withdrew her hand, her heart pounding wildly, feeling both ashamed and angry.

He stomped his foot angrily and shouted, "You, how could you do this!"

At this moment, her face was flushed, and she was stunningly beautiful. She was about to turn around and run away.

Unexpectedly, Chen Qianyang grabbed her hand and said earnestly, "Senior sister, thank you so much for taking care of me these past few days."

Yue Lingshan's heart was pounding, her face flushed, but she stubbornly insisted, "Who, who asked you to thank me? You should thank my mother; she's the one who sent me."

She struggled and ran out of the room as if she were flying.

Chen Qianyang watched the departing figure, a smile appearing on his lips.

Although I feel a little bad, I want to take the lead in Huashan.

If you can't get through to Yue Buqun, you might as well try to find a solution from his daughter and wife.

Yue Lingshan will be an extremely important step, and he will naturally be very grateful to his master's wife.

A few days later, Chen Qianyang's injuries were no longer serious.

He then went to formally pay his respects to Yue Buqun, firstly to thank him for his treatment, and secondly to formally request to join the Huashan Sect.

In the main hall, Yue Buqun sat upright in a grand chair, stroking his long beard, exuding the refined demeanor of a master. Ning Zhongze sat beside him, a gentle smile on her face.

Chen Qianyang bowed and said loudly, "Junior Chen Qianyang greets Sect Leader Yue and Heroine Ning."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly: "How are your injuries, my dear nephew?"

"Thanks to your kindness in taking me in, and thanks to Miss Yue's care these past few days, my injuries have fully healed." Chen Qianyang winked at Yue Lingshan, who was standing next to Ning Zhongze.

This prompted Yue Lingshan to respond angrily.

Chen Qianyang took out a thin book from his robes and presented it with both hands: "This is a fragment of the 'Three Swords Techniques' manual. It originally belonged to Mount Hua. My father entrusted it to me before his death. Now that I have come to Mount Hua, it is only right that I return it to its rightful owner."

A glint flashed in Yue Buqun's eyes, but he did not reach out to take it.

He pondered for a moment and said, "This Three Swords Technique was created by a senior of the Huashan Sect, but it has been lost for many years. Since your father was also a disciple of the Huashan Sect, it is only right that you keep this sword manual."

Chen Qianyang's heart stirred slightly, and he cursed inwardly, "Old fox, this Yue Buqun is indeed very cunning."

These few sword techniques were clearly not enough to impress him.

Is his feigned refusal at this moment a test of his own abilities or something else entirely?

Never mind, let's get straight to the point and see how he responds.

Chen Qianyang immediately said solemnly, "Sect Leader, you are wise. I am dull-witted and have poor martial arts skills. Keeping this sword manual is useless to me. It is like a child carrying a thousand gold pieces in a bustling market, which is a path to death. Furthermore, I have a blood feud to settle and dare not fail to avenge it. I sincerely wish to become a disciple of the Huashan Sect. I hope Sect Leader Yue will grant my request. This sword manual will serve as my gift for becoming a disciple."

Yue Buqun stroked his beard and smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing: "If my nephew's only purpose is to learn martial arts for revenge, then I, Yue Buqun, cannot accept you."

Feeling his wife's gaze beside him, Yue Buqun smiled bitterly and continued, "But since you are so determined, I can give you a chance, De Nuo."

Lao Denuo, the second disciple of Huashan, who was standing to the side, stepped forward in response.

"Nephew, the Huashan swordsmanship places great emphasis on aptitude. Why don't you unleash all your skills and have a match with my disciple?"

Upon hearing this, everyone understood that Yue Buqun clearly wanted to test Chen Qianyang's martial arts skills.

Ning Zhongze frowned, about to speak, but Yue Buqun waved his hand with a smile: "The matter of becoming a disciple is of great importance. I know you don't have much internal strength, so this competition will only be judged by your moves."

He spoke politely, but his eyes were full of scrutiny.

Ning Zhongze sighed inwardly, knowing that her senior brother's suspicious nature had struck again; he was still doubting his identity.

She looked at Chen Qianyang with a worried expression in her eyes.

Yue Buqun had already made up his mind that if Chen Qianyang was easily defeated, he would say that he lacked talent.

If we can force him to reveal the details of his hidden martial arts skills, then this person must have ulterior motives, and the matter of becoming his disciple will naturally need not be mentioned again.

Therefore, he did not send his eldest disciple Linghu Chong, but instead sent his second disciple Laodenuo to fight.

Laudenau is calm and steady, so it's a good time to test this kid's abilities.

However, Chen Qianyang remained unfazed by the situation and replied loudly, "Sect Leader Yue is absolutely right. Please, Senior Brother!"

He slowly drew his longsword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

The room fell into a solemn silence.