The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

The group of monks filed out, and the escort agency became empty in an instant.

"Pah! What kind of high monk from Southern Shaolin is he? He's just a fame-seeker!" Yang Guo spat fiercely at the doorway.

Chen Qianyang breathed a sigh of relief, but his body swayed and he almost fell.

If this monk really makes a move, there's really nothing I can do.

"Brother Chen!" Huang Rong quickly helped him up, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing... thank you for helping me out, sister." Chen Qianyang gave a wry smile.

"Don't mention it. If you hadn't blocked the Four Evils, we would all be dead by now." Huang Rong gave a bitter smile, her face turning pale.

Clearly, forcibly activating the Nine Yin Manual also caused her considerable injury.

"Those monks' arrival was suspicious; I'm afraid they won't let this go," Huang Rong said, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes as she looked in the direction Monk Yuankong had left. "Now that they've brought up the 'Sunflower Manual,' Fuzhou City... is probably going to be even more chaotic."

As she spoke, Huang Rong had already come to Guo Jing's side, her face full of concern.

At this moment, Guo Jing's face was deathly pale, and his brows were furrowed.

Huang Rong did a quick check, and a look of joy appeared on her face.

"How is Brother Guo?"

"Fortunately, his life is not in danger, but his internal injuries are quite severe."

Chen Qianyang nodded, thinking to himself that the Nine Yin Manual was indeed powerful, as it could actually preserve his life even under such injuries.

He was about to speak.

Suddenly, the sounds of voices and horses' hooves came from outside the door again.

Clearly, a large group of people is heading towards Fuwei Escort Agency!

"Who is this now?" Yang Guo complained. "Is this ever going to stop?! This isn't a market!"

Chen Qianyang sighed and looked out the door.

"Who else could it be? It's naturally those hyenas that smelled it."

Who wouldn't want a piece of the pie that is Fuwei Escort Agency?

Amidst the clamor of voices, a group of well-dressed and menacing martial arts heroes surged in.

The leading men were dressed in brocade robes, with golden knives hanging at their waists, followed by dozens of followers, all dressed in fine clothes and riding spirited horses, looking quite imposing.

Following closely behind were several prominent gang leaders from both inside and outside Fuzhou, as well as some wealthy businessmen who claimed to be Lin Zhennan's "closest friends."

The monk Yuankong, who had just left, also brought his warrior monks in.

The once spacious lobby was instantly packed with a dense crowd.

Chen Qianyang watched coldly, a barely perceptible sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

When the Qingcheng Sect attacked, everyone stood by and watched.

When the four villains were committing their crimes, Fuzhou City was like a dead city, with not a single ghost in sight.

Now that the villains have retreated and the crisis is temporarily averted, this group of people, like hyenas that have smelled blood, have emerged from the gutter from all directions.

That's ridiculous.

"Cousin! Pingzhi's cousin!"

A young man in his early twenties, dressed in fine clothes, strode in, shoved aside several Shaolin monks blocking his way, and pounced on Lin Pingzhi, who was still slumped on the ground.

This man had a handsome face and an arrogant expression; the golden single-edged sword at his waist was particularly eye-catching.

"Cousin..." Upon seeing his family, Lin Pingzhi's pent-up grievances erupted instantly, and tears streamed down his face. "Why did you take so long to come... my parents... my parents and the rest of them..."

"I received a plea for help from my uncle and rushed over overnight. Luckily, I was nearby. How is my cousin now? Where are my aunt and uncle?"

Lin Pingzhi tearfully recounted the events that had transpired, tears streaming down his face as he spoke of the painful parts.

"Cousin, you have to save my parents!"

After hearing Lin Pingzhi's words, the young man frowned and showed impatience on his face.

"Wailing and sobbing, what kind of behavior is this! You are the young head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) of the Lin family, how can you act like such a child! You have utterly disgraced the Golden Knife Wang family!"

Lin Pingzhi was stunned by the scolding, tears streaming down his face, and dared not utter a word.

This young man was none other than Wang Jiaju, the eldest grandson of Wang Yuanba, the invincible Golden Saber King of Luoyang, Lin Pingzhi's maternal grandfather.

"Pingzhi, don't blame your cousin for speaking bluntly." A middle-aged fat man who followed in was the leader of the Giant Whale Gang in Fuzhou. He usually bowed and scraped to Lin Zhennan, but now he stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in the tone of an elder lecturing a junior.

"As soon as we heard the news, we rushed over here without stopping! Unfortunately, even with our best efforts, we were still a step too late. If we had arrived even a moment earlier, how could those Qingcheng Sect and the Four Evils have been allowed to run rampant here?"

"Speaking of which, it is said that the Qingcheng Sect Leader died yesterday, and those Qingcheng disciples from Sichuan have already scattered like birds and beasts." The ten white-bearded old men who spoke were elders of the Wuyi Fuhu Sect, who had always been on good terms with Lin Zhennan.

"Yu Canghai is dead?" Everyone gasped in surprise. "We wonder who did it."

"This is called reaping what you sow. But I suppose Yu Canghai is a good-for-nothing. He's only a big shot in Sichuan. He's no good in Fujian."

"So these so-called Four Evils are nothing special. Look, as soon as we arrived, those villains disappeared without a trace."

"Exactly!" A group of people around echoed, each one filled with righteous indignation, as if the reason they hadn't come earlier was truly because of the long distance, rather than because they were hiding at home observing the situation.

For a time, the chorus of mutual flattery was rampant, as if by praising each other a few times, one could become a great hero who had killed the leader of Qingcheng Sect and repelled the Four Evils.

Chen Qianyang's sneer inwardly deepened.

This group of people are not only hyenas, but also poorly performing actors.

They don't care about the life or death of Lin Zhennan and his wife.

Those eyes darted around, clearly taking stock of the situation inside the escort agency; some people had even begun to discreetly peek into the back hall.

Fuwei Escort Agency is a large and powerful organization, but now that Lin Zhennan has disappeared, Lin Pingzhi is a useless incompetent fool.

This vast family fortune, along with the legendary "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual," was nothing more than a piece of unclaimed meat in the eyes of these people.

"Now that everyone is here," Monk Yuankong, who had previously left, squeezed back in with a compassionate smile on his face. "That's perfect, many hands make light work. I suggest that instead of blaming each other here, we work together to search for the whereabouts of Benefactor Lin and his wife."

"Master is right!" Wang Jiaju glanced at Yuan Kong. Although he didn't have a good impression of these monks, he knew that the Southern Shaolin Temple was not to be trifled with, so he went along with it and said, "My Wang family is a well-known family in the martial arts world. We will never stand idly by while my uncle is in trouble. From now on, the affairs of the Fuwei Escort Agency will be taken over by my Wang family!"

With just one sentence, he wanted to seize control of the command and the power of discourse.

Although Lin Pingzhi was timid, he sensed something was wrong. He opened his mouth to say something, but was silenced by a stern glare from Wang Jiaju.

"Don't be afraid, cousin. I'm here for you. Just rest well, and I promise I'll find your parents. Right, everyone?"

"That's right, that's right. As the saying goes, there's strength in numbers. Young Master Lin, you can rest assured."

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi was dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. He could only look at Chen Qianyang and Huang Rong and the others who were watching the show.