The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

As dawn broke, Chen Qianyang and Huang Rong returned to the Fuwei Escort Agency.

The moment I stepped through the gate, a strange feeling washed over me.

It's too quiet.

A faint, cloyingly sweet fragrance wafted in the air.

Huang Rong frowned slightly and exchanged a wary glance with Chen Qianyang.

She quietly withdrew her delicate hand into her sleeve, catching a few pebbles.

Chen Qianyang remained expressionless, his hand firmly gripping the hilt of the Biyue Sword, his aura restrained, poised to strike.

The two held their breath and stepped into the main hall of the escort agency.

The sight before them made their hearts sink.

Guo Jing sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, his eyes closed, his face pale and unnaturally bluish, and fine beads of cold sweat trickling from his forehead.

His imposing figure appeared stiff at that moment.

Yue Lingshan, Yang Guo, and Lao Denuo slumped around him, their eyes unfocused, seemingly having lost even the strength to lift a finger, their faces filled with fear.

Hearing footsteps, Guo Jing suddenly opened his eyes!

His gaze remained sharp. His lips were tightly pressed together, clearly unable to speak, but his right index finger, resting on his knee, subtly pointed downwards three times in quick succession!

Huang Rong immediately felt a jolt of alarm.

This is a warning from Brother Jing!

There's an ambush!

Oh no, this fragrance is an extremely sophisticated aphrodisiac!

They've all been poisoned!

Huang Rong's mind raced, a chill ran down her spine, and she quickly held her breath.

But it was too late. The incense took effect very quickly, even though Huang Rong and Chen Qianyang were both extremely vigilant.

But they were still hit and both fell to the ground.

"Hehehe..."

A chilling laugh came from the shadows of the inner room, sending shivers down one's spine.

"After waiting all night, the person in question has finally returned."

Four strangely shaped figures slowly emerged from the darkness.

The leader held a steel staff, and his entire body was shrouded in a wide black robe.

Beside him stood a woman in red, a smile playing on her lips, but her eyes held a crazed and cruel glint.

The other was a fierce and ruthless man, wielding a huge alligator snip shears, his face full of impatience;

The last one was tall and thin, with a sallow complexion, and his lewd eyes were darting around the two people who came in.

They were none other than the Four Evils.

They actually returned and set up a poison trap here!

Duan Yanqing, who was in the lead, said with a hint of pleasure in his ventriloquism, "Madam Guo, you've kept me waiting for quite a while."

"It's you!" Huang Rong suppressed the turmoil in her heart: "Didn't you go to find the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual? Why did you return?"

"The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?" Duan Yanqing let out a series of strange laughs. "That's just a pretext. What use would I have for that lousy sword manual? Our true target on this trip, from beginning to end, has only been one person: Guo Jing, the great hero Guo, the former Golden Knife Prince Consort of the Great Mongol Kingdom."

As luck would have it, we were originally heading south to Dali on business when we arrived in Jiangxi. Someone told me that Master Guo's wife was in Fuzhou, so we had no choice but to make the trip.

Could it be that person? Guo Jing was shocked. His blood and qi surged due to the emotional fluctuations, and he almost couldn't suppress the poison.

He forcibly used the profound mental techniques of the Nine Yin Manual to circulate his Qi throughout his body, attempting to break through the paralyzed meridians. However, the "Sad Breeze" medicine was extremely cunning, like a bone-deep sore, and could not be completely expelled in a short time.

He could only try his best to maintain a calm facade, gathering strength for a counterattack.

"What do you mean?" Huang Rong frowned.

"It's very simple." Duan Yanqing's voice was cold and emotionless. "The Western Xia First-Class Hall has now submitted to the Mongols. Prince Ruyang has ordered that Guo Jing is a major threat to the Mongols. If we can recruit him, wealth, power, and beautiful women will be within our grasp; if not..."

He paused, his killing intent chilling, "Then we must eradicate them completely to prevent future troubles!"

His sinister gaze swept over Guo Jing: "It's quite a coincidence that the Qingcheng Sect's commotion has indeed drawn out the righteous and extraordinary hero Guo. We can take advantage of this controversy surrounding the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual to launch a feint attack, diverting your forces and waiting for the right moment to strike. Now it seems that this plan... has been executed quite perfectly."

A complex emotion flashed in Guo Jing's eyes: "The Great Khan... in the end... still can't tolerate Guo Jing."

"Master Guo, you are mistaken," Duan Yanqing said. "The Prince of Ruyang is eager for talent, and he values ​​people like Master Guo even more. As long as Master Guo is willing to repent and return to serve under the Mongol army, all past transgressions will be forgiven. Wealth and honor are nothing to him."

"No need for further words!" Guo Jing's voice suddenly rose: "In my life, I have no regrets before Heaven or Earth, and I will never again do anything to betray the people of Great Xia! You who aided and abetted the wicked, do not mention it again!"

"Since that's the case..." Duan Yanqing's tone instantly turned icy, "then don't blame us for being ruthless."

"Big brother, why waste words with them!" Yun Zhonghe could no longer contain himself. His lewd eyes swept back and forth between Huang Rong's exquisite body and Yue Lingshan's youthful and pretty face, and he made gurgling sounds in his throat.

"Tsk tsk tsk... These two young ladies are truly a gift from heaven. One is graceful and charming, with natural elegance; the other is pure and refined, so lovely I feel pity for her... Hehehe... Wonderful, wonderful! Guo Jing, you mustn't surrender!"

He rubbed his hands together, a lewd grin spreading across his face, and approached the women on the ground step by step. The lust in his eyes was already uncontrollable.

"You...you villain! What do you want to do?! Get out of my way!" Yue Lingshan trembled with fear, her pretty face filled with terror.

Yun Zhonghe's gaze lingered between Yue Lingshan and Huang Rong, finally settling firmly on Huang Rong.

"Although this young lady is not bad, she is far inferior to Madam Guo."

He licked his chapped lips: "Look at those eyebrows, that figure, that temperament... The beauty of the Jiangnan water towns has actually nurtured such a stunning beauty... Hehe, to have such a beauty beneath me, even dying right now would be worth it..."

He reached out his filthy hand and grabbed Huang Rong's slightly heaving chest.

"Get your dirty hands off me!" Huang Rong was both shocked and furious, her almond-shaped eyes wide open. In her life, she was full of wit and resourcefulness, and she had never suffered such humiliation.

At this moment, he was poisoned and had lost all his internal energy, so he couldn't even protect himself.

She glanced at Guo Jing instinctively, her eyes filled with despair.

Guo Jing saw that this villain was about to do such a thing to his beloved wife.

The pages seemed to tear at the seams.

Rong'er!

He used the Nine Yin Manual to suddenly gather his qi, but he only felt as if a giant hammer had struck his chest. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and his body swayed, but it still didn't work!

Guo Jing could only close his eyes in agony, unable to bear watching any longer.

Just as Yun Zhonghe was about to reach for Huang Rong's chest...

But then there was a whooshing sound.

A clear, melodious sword cry, like the roar of a dragon, suddenly rang out!

A gleaming green sword light suddenly appeared from the side!

Fast! Faster than lightning, leaving only a bone-chilling cold!

"ah--!!"

Yun Zhonghe let out a mournful howl!

His outstretched right hand had all five fingers severed.

Blood gushed out, the severed finger fell to the ground, still convulsing in its clawing motion.

Chen Qianyang stood with his sword in hand, his figure as imposing as a mountain and as still as a deep pool, blocking Huang Rong's path.

The tip of the Azure Water Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and a drop of crimson blood was slowly sliding down the blade.

His face was filled with a chilling coldness.

His eyes were calm and expressionless, but the killing intent emanating from him caused the temperature in the hall to plummet.