The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Just as Guo Jing and Qi Wuyai were locked in fierce combat, and Chen Qianyang had just crippled Fang Wei's martial arts with a single sword strike...

On the distant sea, several merchant ships flying the Murong flag slowly came into view.

The leader, with a dignified and imposing presence, was none other than Deng Baichuan, the master of Qingyun Manor and the head of the four great generals under Murong Fu.

He was sent by Murong Fu to "receive the goods," but he never expected to find himself in a chaotic battle between three forces.

Deng Baichuan's eyes were like lightning. He immediately saw Fang Wei fall to the ground, while Guo Jing and Qi Wuyai were locked in a fierce battle, their palms whistling and their energy overflowing.

"Brother Deng! Look! Elder Qi is probably not going to make it! Guo Jing's martial arts are too high. Let's go and help him!" Feng Bo'e, who was standing to the side, was anxious and couldn't help but shout out to volunteer for the battle.

"No, no," Bao Butong retorted, shaking his head. "Guo Jing's skills are probably no less than yours, young master. If we rush forward rashly, wouldn't we be throwing our lives away?"

"Brother Bao is absolutely right," Deng Baichuan replied in a deep voice. "Young Master is indeed a prophet. He said earlier that Guo Jing would be entering Mingzhou in the next few days, and the transaction might change, so he ordered us to observe first and not to show ourselves easily. Now it seems..."

The Fang family has colluded with the Demonic Sect, plotting wickedness. Our Murong family of Gusu is a renowned martial arts clan; how can we possibly associate with them? Pass down the order: turn the ship around and go back.

Surprisingly, the Murong family's fleet chose to protect themselves and quietly withdrew while the situation remained unclear.

Seeing the Murong family fleet retreat without a fight from afar, Qi Wuyai was furious, his eyes blazing with rage: "Murong Fu! You treacherous and wicked man!"

Although he cursed, he knew in his heart that he was no match for Guo Jing.

Having just received several blows, he felt that Guo Jing's palm strikes were stronger and more powerful than the last, so fierce and unparalleled that they made his blood and qi surge and he began to have the idea of ​​retreating.

He feinted, then used all his remaining strength to strike out with a palm, temporarily forcing Guo Jing back several steps. He then took out a bone whistle from his pocket and blew it with all his might.

The sharp whistle pierced the sea fog and carried far away; this was his backup plan.

"Kill them!"

On the other side of the sea area of ​​Daqu Mountain, dozens of black fast boats rushed out in response, and the boats were full of pirates with long knives and ferocious faces.

These people were desperate criminals secretly raised by Qi Wuyai with a large sum of money. They had been entrenched in this sea area for many years, specializing in robbery.

Undeterred by death, they immediately engaged in a fierce battle with the Beggars' Sect disciples upon boarding the large ship, escalating the situation into even greater chaos.

Upon seeing Chen Qianyang cripple Fang Wei, a pirate leader wielding two swords let out a strange cry and immediately led several elite men to charge straight at them.

The twin swords danced like a storm, their flashes seemingly sealing off all of Chen Qianyang's escape routes.

However, in Chen Qianyang's eyes, this seemingly fierce sword technique was full of flaws.

His figure swayed suddenly, advancing instead of retreating, his Azure Water Sword moving like a gazelle's horns, leaving no trace.

With a flash of sword light, like a startled swan piercing the sky, it pierced through the tiny gap between the two crossed blades and precisely plunged into the bandit leader's throat.

"Uh..." The bandit leader's eyes widened in disbelief as he collapsed.

Seeing this, the remaining pirates not only did not retreat, but instead charged forward even more frantically.

Chen Qianyang stood with his sword, as if strolling leisurely. The sword moved with him, and every swing of the sword was like a whirlwind sweeping away leaves, and someone would fall down in response—this was the incomparably fierce "Whirlwind Sword Technique".

On the large ship, Qi Wuyai knew that these pirates could only delay for a short while, and the situation was hopeless.

He risked his life to take a palm strike from Guo Jing. The fierce force of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms made him spit out blood, but he also used this force to retreat rapidly, reaching the ship's side in the blink of an eye.

"Guo Jing, you can't kill me!" He leaped into the sea.

Behind the large ship, he had already hidden a fast boat for escape.

He landed steadily on the boat, rowed vigorously, and the small boat shot out like an arrow, instantly reaching dozens of feet away.

Guo Jing roared in anger upon seeing this and was about to give chase, but he was held back by several demonic sect assassins and could not break free for the time being.

Qi Wuyai, having escaped the battlefield, was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard a "crack" under his feet, and the ship's planks suddenly shattered! He looked down and saw that the bottom of the ship had been torn open several times, and seawater was rushing in.

"How could this be..." He looked up in despair, severely injured and trapped in the vast sea, his fate sealed.

Just then, a Beggars' Sect speedboat approached silently like a ghost, blocking his path.

At the bow of the ship, Chen Qianyang stood with his sword drawn, his expression as cold as frost.

"It's you?" Qi Wuyai was terrified.

"Elder Qi," Chen Qianyang said calmly, without a trace of emotion, "may you rest in peace."

"No! Spare my life..." Qi Wuyai cried out in a hoarse voice, begging for mercy.

Chen Qianyang gave him no chance, and the Azure Water Sword suddenly flew out of his hand.

It was that unpredictable and divine move, the "Nine Swords of Dugu"!

"Pfft!"

The longsword moved like lightning, striking first despite being struck later, and instantly pierced Qi Wuyai's throat.

He clutched his neck, his eyes filled with horror and resentment, as his body slowly sank into the sea.

Chen Qianyang leaped onto the boat, drew his Biyue Sword, his gaze narrowed slightly, and searched Qi Wuyai's body, finding a booklet and a black iron plaque.

The booklet seems to contain methods for refining poison and some kind of palm technique. The front of the iron plate is engraved with the characters "Sun and Moon," while the back has the character "Qi," suggesting it is an identity token from the Demonic Sect.

With a slight thought, Chen Qianyang put the two items into his pocket and then leaped back onto his own boat.

The wrecked ship slowly sank into the waves.

Thus, Qi Wuyai, a master of the Demonic Sect, finally lost his life in the East Sea.

……

Half an hour later, Fang Hongxiu's Fang family fleet and the government navy arrived one after another, and the situation was settled.

Only a small number of pirates were still putting up a desperate fight, but they were already at their last gasp.

Huang Rong used her lightness skill to gracefully land beside Guo Jing, and said with a smile, "Brother Jing, you have done a great service this time. Old Madam Fang and that official both said that it was all thanks to your unparalleled martial arts that these demonic cult members were wiped out in one fell swoop, and they will definitely reward you for your merits."

Guo Jing thought to himself, "Isn't Fang Hongxiu also a member of the Demonic Sect?" But he said aloud, "Why would I be after those empty titles and rewards? Besides, this time, it's all thanks to Brother Chen and Rong'er's wisdom..."

Huang Rong smiled and reached out to take his arm: "It's a pity that Murong Fu escaped... I don't know what tricks he used, but he claimed that he was tricked by the Demonic Sect, and those officials actually believed him."

Guo Jing shook his head, knowing that Murong Fu's influence in Jiangnan was deeply entrenched and that he must have official protection.

On another boat, Chen Qianyang stood quietly at the bow, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

His gaze slowly rose and fell upon a figure on the official boat.

Beside Fang Hongxiu, the woman dressed in black and wearing a veil stood quietly.

As if sensing his gaze, the woman turned her head slightly.

Through the light veil, a cool gaze fell upon Chen Qianyang.

Chen Qianyang met her gaze, smiled faintly, and slowly sheathed the long sword in his hand.

The sea breeze swept by, ruffling the hair on his forehead and dispelling the bloodlust from the recent battle.

The vast sky and sea speak volumes without words.