The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Fifteen minutes later.

The Fuwei Escort Agency, which had just quieted down, became bustling again.

"What?! We've found traces of that hunchback Mu Gaofeng?" Wang Jiaju burst out of the room, pulling up his pants, his face beaming with excitement. "Where? Take me there right now! I'm going to kill him!"

"Amitabha! Subduing demons and monsters is my duty." Monk Yuankong appeared with a group of martial monks. Although he spoke kindly, he could not hide the burning desire in his eyes.

Chen Qianyang looked at the group of "heroes" who were eager to fight and sneered inwardly.

Go, all of you go.

Let heroes capture heroes, let good men fight good men.

The road ahead has been paved for you.

"Gentlemen, please follow me." Chen Qianyang waved his hand, and with Yang Guo leading this large and imposing group, once again charged into the night of Fuzhou.

The night wind was chilly, swirling withered leaves across the bluestone slabs.

The south side of the city was deathly silent.

Chen Qianyang walked at the front, his nostrils twitching slightly.

Before he arrived, Huang Rong had already told him how to distinguish the Thousand-Mile Soul-Chasing Incense.

He possessed the supernatural power of "Sword Heart Clarity," which gave him a sense of perception far beyond that of ordinary people, so distinguishing this fragrance was not difficult for him.

Although the unique odor of "Thousand-Mile Soul-Chasing Incense" in the air was faint, it was as clear as a lighthouse in the dark to his keen senses.

Behind them stood a group of "heroes" holding torches and breathing heavily.

Wang Jiaju gripped the golden knife tightly, his eyes filled with greed and tension, constantly urging his men to quicken their pace.

Monk Yuankong, while holding his prayer beads, appeared calm and composed, but in reality, he followed Chen Qianyang closely with every step, afraid of losing him even slightly.

As for groups like the Giant Whale Gang and the Tiger Subduing Gate, they are even more actively involved.

In the distance, amidst the vast crowd, Chen Qianyang even spotted several Qingcheng disciples who had changed their attire.

I don't know if they've come to take revenge or if they also want a piece of the pie.

Lin Pingzhi was caught in the middle, his face pale and his eyes vacant, like a puppet on strings.

"It's just ahead."

Chen Qianyang stopped and looked through the thick darkness of the night, landing on a dilapidated temple half a mile away.

The dilapidated temple stood alone amidst the overgrown weeds, its walls crumbling and ruins reduced to half their original size. The temple door creaked and groaned in the wind, sounding like the wailing of ghosts.

"You caught up with him?" Wang Jiaju's eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice, "Is that hunchback inside?"

"If it's not inside, it must be nearby," Chen Qianyang said calmly. "The scent is strongest here."

"Alright! Everyone, listen to my command!" Wang Jiaju immediately adopted a leader's demeanor, waving his hand, "Surround them! Don't let that hunchback escape! Whoever can capture Mu Gaofeng and find my uncle and aunt's whereabouts will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

The Wang family's servants and the henchmen of those powerful figures from Fuzhou immediately charged forward with roars, surrounding the dilapidated temple.

Not to be outdone, Monk Yuantong led a group of warrior monks to seize advantageous terrain on the other side.

"Charge in!"

At a command, dozens of men stormed into the temple gate like wolves and tigers.

However, the anticipated fierce battle did not occur.

There were no hidden weapons, no poisonous smoke, and not even the slightest sound of resistance.

There was only a chilling, deathly silence.

"ah--!"

A cry of alarm suddenly rang out from inside the temple, "Dead...dead man!"

Chen Qianyang frowned, his figure blurred, and he rushed into the main hall, overtaking everyone else.

By the flickering firelight, he could see the scene on the ground.

Beneath the altar, a corpse lay face up.

That iconic hunchback, that ugly, distorted face, and those wide-open eyes, filled with terror and disbelief, that stared into the distance until his death.

It is the "Bright Camel of the Northern Frontier" at the peak of the mountain.

he died.

And he died a horrific death.

He had only one wound on his chest.

It was an extremely thin and narrow sword mark, piercing straight from the chest to the back, clean and swift, killing instantly.

Chen Qianyang squatted down, reached out to feel the lingering warmth of the corpse, and then carefully examined the wound.

A sudden chill ran through me.

What a fast sword! What a ruthless move!

This sword strike was devoid of any fancy moves; its only defining characteristic was its speed.

It was so fast that Mu Gaofeng didn't even have time to draw the camel sword from his back, so fast that he didn't even have time to scream.

This sword path...

Chen Qianyang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although the wound was extremely deep, obscuring part of the sword intent, he could still detect a familiar scent from the remaining sword energy.

It is the deadly triple immortal sword technique of the Huashan Sword Sect.

Now that the Sword Sect is in decline, only Feng Ping and others know how to use this sword technique.

And of course, there's myself.

And those who glimpsed the essence of the Five Sacred Mountains sword techniques on the cliff face of the Cliff of Contemplation.

Yue Buqun.

This sword technique is quite different from Feng Buping's Three Immortal Swords, and the techniques on the cliff face of the Thinking Cliff are all lost secret moves.

This is a killing move derived from the Three Immortal Swords, but far more ruthless and vicious than the ordinary Three Immortal Swords.

The image of that elegant figure in purple robes instantly flashed into Chen Qianyang's mind.

Besides him, who else in Fuzhou City has such ability to kill a top-notch master like Mu Gaofeng with a single sword strike?

It seems that the "oriole" that has been lurking in the shadows has finally made its move.

"Father, Mother!"

Lin Pingzhi's cries interrupted Chen Qianyang's thoughts.

Beside a pile of straw in one corner of the main hall, there were a few pieces of torn clothing and a woman's embroidered shoe.

"This...this is my mother's shoe!" Lin Pingzhi cried, clutching the shoe. "Where are they? Where did they go?"

There were obvious drag marks at the scene, extending all the way to the back of the temple.

Clearly, Lin Zhennan and his wife were brought here, but were intercepted and moved.

The fact that Mu Gaofeng died here shows that the person who intercepted the goods was also the one who killed him.

"Search! Search! Search like a madman! I want to find him alive or dead! Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, find him!"

The crowd scattered and frantically searched inside and outside the dilapidated temple.

"There's someone here!"

A loud shout suddenly came from a patch of overgrown weeds behind the temple.

"He's alive! Quick, drag him out!"

Several servants of the Wang family hurriedly dragged a blood-covered figure out of the bushes and threw him heavily to the ground.

The man reeked of alcohol mixed with the stench of blood. His clothes were tattered, his face was ashen, and his eyes were tightly closed, clearly indicating that he had been unconscious for some time.

When the firelight illuminated that face, Chen Qianyang's pupils contracted sharply.

"Senior Brother?"

The person who was unconscious and seriously injured was none other than Linghu Chong, who should have left long ago to carry out a "secret mission"!

How did he end up here?

And he suffered such a serious injury.

Chen Qianyang strode forward and placed two fingers on Linghu Chong's pulse point.

Internal energy disorder, displacement of the five internal organs, and excessive blood loss.

and......

Chen Qianyang's gaze shifted downwards, landing on Linghu Chong's chest. There was a deep palm print there, purplish-red with black hair, exuding a chilling aura.

This palm strike... doesn't seem like Mu Gaofeng's technique, it's more like...

Before he could think it through, someone next to him spoke up.

"I've seen this person before. He seems to be Linghu Chong, Yue Buqun's eldest disciple from the Huashan Sect!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was immediately filled with surprise and doubt.

The expression on his face as he looked at Chen Qianyang also became strange.