The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

With his talent for speed like the wind, Chen Qianyang's figure moved swiftly between the rooftops of Mingzhou City.

During the day, he had already thoroughly familiarized himself with the terrain surrounding the Fang family mansion.

The Fang family mansion was brightly lit.

Chen Qianyang bypassed the guards at the main gate and scaled the wall of a secluded courtyard. Like a night owl, he landed silently on a treetop, his keen senses, sharpened by his sword-wielding mind, reaching their peak at this moment.

He discovered that there were more guards tonight than he had imagined.

Especially at the main roads leading to the inner quarters, there was a guard every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

"It seems that the Fang family and the Demonic Sect are still extremely wary of Guo Jing."

Chen Qianyang held his breath and moved through the shadows of the artificial hill and the corridor towards the backyard.

Beside a heavily guarded house, Chen Qianyang heard a familiar voice.

"...Fang Wei, don't forget who gave you everything in the Fang family! Now that the sect leader is in seclusion, the power of the sect has fallen into other hands. That old woman controls the maritime trade funds, yet she refuses to serve us to the death. We must completely strip her of her power!"

The voice was cold and sharp; it belonged to that elder of the demonic sect.

Elder Qi's voice sounded weak, clearly indicating that he had also suffered internal injuries after taking a blow from Guo Jing.

Chen Qianyang lay prone on the roof, lifted a tile, and quietly peered down.

Inside the study, Fang Wei paced anxiously back and forth: "Elder Qi, how I wish I could! But Guo Jing is here! He just happened to stumble upon the dock incident. He's stubborn, has a reputation for chivalry, and is highly skilled in martial arts. If he sets his sights on us..."

"Guo Jing is nothing special. Although his martial arts are high, what waves can he make?" Qi Wuyai forced himself to say, "I already saw it at the dock. The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are nothing special."

At this point, a few drops of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face grew even paler.

"Ah?" Fang Wei was taken aback. "Elder Qi, you're injured?"

"Hmph, Guo Jing also took a blow from my palm, he must be in a bad situation too." Qi Wuyai sat down: "But you should also take that Huashan kid next to him seriously."

"A junior Qi Master from the Huashan Sect? How strong can he be?" Fang Wei scoffed.

"Hmph." Qi Wuyai let out a cold laugh, his triangular eyes gleaming like a venomous snake under the lamplight. "What do you know? The moves he displayed at the banquet today are enough to show that he is no ordinary person."

More importantly, he was far more cunning than Guo Jing.

Hmph, that fool Zuo Lengchan, I gave him a sample of the "Frosty Corpse Poison" to use in order to control the troublemakers within the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

And what a fool he was! He used his power on a mere brat! Now, this kid, using some unknown method, hasn't died and has even tracked everyone down to Mingzhou!

"What?!" Fang Wei exclaimed in shock. "Elder, are you saying that Chen Qianyang..."

"It's alright." Qi Wuyai waved his hand. "Once someone is poisoned by my 'corpse poison,' even a great immortal would find it difficult to save them. He won't be able to cause trouble for many more days. As for you, have you heard anything from Murong of Gusu?"

"Reporting to the Elder," Fang Wei immediately put on a fawning smile, "Young Master Murong has agreed. The day after tomorrow, he will personally lead his fleet to the waters off Daqu Mountain to pick up the goods. As long as this transaction is successful, we will have enough financial resources to completely sideline that old hag!"

At that time, the Fang family… no, the maritime trade and grain supplies of Jiangnan will be entirely under our control!

Qi Wuyai laughed, "Fine! Once the deed is done, even if your dear aunt brings up the sect leader, there'll be nothing she can do!"

On the rooftop, Chen Qianyang's expression was cold.

"Frosty Corpse Poison"! Zuo Lengchan! Qi Wuyai!

The poison in my body did indeed come from this elder of the demonic sect.

His heart was filled with murderous intent, and his hatred was growing stronger.

The strange poison within his body was also drawn by this emotion and suddenly became agitated!

"who!"

Just as Chen Qianyang's aura was revealed, Qi Wuyai in the study suddenly looked up!

"boom!"

Qi Wuyai, like a soaring eagle, smashed through the window frame and slammed his palm against the roof!

"Frosty Corpse Poison Palm!"

The palm print, accompanied by a biting cold wind, struck directly at where Chen Qianyang was hiding!

not good!

Alarm bells rang in Chen Qianyang's mind.

He didn't have time to think, pushing his "swift as the wind" talent to its limit, and his figure suddenly swayed on the rooftop.

"Snap!"

Where he had been lying, the tiles shattered, and a thick layer of white frost instantly formed!

"It's that brat from Mount Hua!" Qi Wuyai recognized Chen Qianyang's figure: "You've chosen the path to hell when there's a way to heaven! Prepare to die!"

He lightly touched the eaves with his toes, and like a shadow, struck Chen Qianyang in the back with another palm.

Feeling the force of the palm strike behind him, Chen Qianyang knew he had no chance of taking it head-on.

Every palm strike from this demonic elder seemed to activate the chilling poison within him, truly making him his nemesis.

Just at this critical moment, a barely perceptible whooshing sound suddenly shot out from the bamboo forest outside the courtyard wall!

"Ding!" The object that pierced through the air struck precisely a flying tile in the path of Qi Wuyai's palm strike.

The crisp sound of the shattering tiles caused Qi Wuyai to instinctively pause.

"Who?!" he roared, his palm strike slightly off-target.

Now! Chen Qianyang didn't even look back. He seized the opportunity and didn't choose to escape to the outside of the courtyard wall because he knew he couldn't outrun Qi Wuyai.

He suddenly turned and headed straight towards the bamboo forest.

"Kid, where do you think you're going!" Qi Wuyai continued his relentless pursuit.

In his panic, Chen Qianyang rushed into a small courtyard deep in the bamboo forest.

Qi Wuyai chased after him into the courtyard in a few steps and suddenly struck Chen Qianyang in the back.

"Die!"

"presumptuous."

An aged yet gentle voice rang out in the courtyard.

Qi Wuyai's sure-kill palm strike was abruptly halted in mid-air.

The murderous intent on his face instantly turned into fear.

Under the moonlight, the bamboo shadows swayed gently. An old woman dressed in plain clothes, her hair tied up in a high bun, stood quietly.

"Madam Fang...Madam Fang?!" Qi Wuyai's voice changed.

Chen Qianyang was breathing heavily, suppressing the churning cold poison within his body, and felt much calmer.

The old woman wasn't very skilled in martial arts, but judging from Qi Wuyai's attitude, he was clearly quite wary of her.

Could it be...?

The old lady spoke calmly: "Elder Qi, you have quite the airs. Breaking into my 'Listening to the Rain Pavilion' in the dead of night."

"Madam, this boy... this boy is plotting something sinister! He eavesdropped on our private conversation!" Qi Wuyai hurriedly defended himself.

"Oh?" The old woman slowly stepped forward: "Are you afraid of people hearing about your sordid affairs?"

"Madam, please be careful with your words. All of this is for the sake of the leader's grand plan."

"That guy Dongfang just stays indoors all day, letting you bastards do whatever you want. Do you think I don't know?" A fierce glint flashed in the old woman's eyes. "Besides, I'm not a member of the cult."

"Regardless of the circumstances, please, Madam, do not get involved in this mess."

"What if I disagree?"

Qi Wuyai's expression shifted between light and shadow: "This boy has nothing to do with the old lady..."

"Oh? Is that so?" A smile appeared on the old woman's face as she turned to look at Chen Qianyang.

"Little one, did you come to see me this morning?"

Chen Qianyang replied respectfully, "In response to your question, senior, I have come to request an audience on the orders of a senior master from our sect..."

"That's right," the old woman said, stroking her hair. "I am Fang Hongxiu. This young hero is my guest. When did it become Elder Qi's place to shout for his life?"