The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Inside a side hall of the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Linghu Chong lay on the soft couch with his eyes closed and his face ashen, looking quite badly injured.

Huang Rong had just finished her training, and there was a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead.

Her internal energy had not fully recovered, and she forcibly used the healing methods from the Nine Yin Manual to stabilize Linghu Chong's heart meridian, which consumed a lot of her energy.

"She's awake," Huang Rong said softly.

Linghu Chong, lying on the couch, trembled slightly with his eyelashes, let out a groan, and slowly opened his eyes.

However, he was met with a series of ferocious and greedy faces.

"Linghu Chong! Now that you're awake, stop pretending to be dead!"

Wang Jiaju could no longer contain himself. He strode to the bedside, spitting almost onto Linghu Chong's face: "Speak quickly! Where are my aunt and uncle? Did you keep the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual for yourself?!"

Linghu Chong was still delirious, and the excruciating pain in his chest made every breath feel like a knife cutting into him.

He stared blankly at the menacing-looking Wang Jiaju and weakly asked, "Who are you? What... sword manual? I... don't know."

"Amitabha."

Monk Yuankong, with a solemn and dignified expression, was turning his prayer beads, but his figure blocked the doorway. Behind him, a group of martial monks held staffs that reached their eyebrows, exuding a murderous aura.

"Benefactor Linghu, monks do not lie. In that dilapidated temple, there was only Mu Gaofeng's body, but there was no sign of Benefactor Lin and his wife. Only you were found lying at the scene, and you were seriously injured."

Yuan Kong's voice was deep and powerful, pressing closer with each step: "If it weren't for the unequal distribution of spoils, or the backlash from murder to cover it up, why would you be in this situation, benefactor? This humble monk advises you to hand over Benefactor Lin and his wife and the sword manual as soon as possible to avoid physical suffering."

"You...you're making baseless accusations! I truly have no idea..."

Linghu Chong trembled with rage. He struggled to get up, but fell heavily back onto the bed, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"I... I was ordered by my master to turn back halfway... to secretly protect the Lin family couple... to rescue them from the Four Evils... and to hide them in a dilapidated temple."

He gasped for breath, and explained intermittently, "I lured Mu Gaofeng away... When I came back... I was about to enter the door... when I was attacked from behind... that palm strike... after that, I really don't know anything."

"Keep making things up! Keep making things up!"

Wang Jiaju interrupted with a sneer, "You, Linghu Chong, are the top disciple of Mount Hua. In this Fuzhou city, besides the Four Evils and the Qingcheng Sect, who can harm you, Great Hero Linghu? Mu Gaofeng is dead, the Four Evils have retreated, and now you're all that's left—you think you can say whatever you want? I think it's clearly you who were greedy for money, killed Mu Gaofeng, and then hid your aunt and uncle, wanting to monopolize the sword manual!"

"Arrest him! I refuse to believe he has an iron tongue!"

Wang Jiaju gave a sharp shout, and several servants from the Golden Saber Sect pounced on him like wolves.

"Let's see who dares!"

With a furious shout, Yang Guo stepped in front of Linghu Chong to block him.

Yang Guo understood perfectly well that this group of people were clearly trying to cause trouble by being unreasonable.

Brother Chen's senior brother is naturally a good person, and Yang Guo trusts him.

Although the boy was young, the fierce look in his eyes deterred the servants from approaching.

"What? The Huashan Sect is a prestigious sect, do you want to bully us with your power?" Wang Jiaju brandished his golden knife, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Chen Qianyang, who had been silent all along, slowly raised his head.

He placed his hand on the Azure Water Sword, his body remaining motionless, yet a chilling aura sent shivers down one's spine.

That look wasn't like looking at a person, but at a corpse.

"Young Master Wang," Chen Qianyang said calmly, "my senior brother is still seriously injured. If you dare to take another step forward, I guarantee your head will hit the ground before your feet."

"You...you dare threaten me?" Wang Jiaju's words were fierce but his heart was weak, yet he subconsciously took a half step back.

"Hmph! The Huashan Sect is quite arrogant!" Monk Yuankong stepped forward, his inner strength surging, his robes fluttering even without wind. "What? Are you going to kill even this humble monk? Do you think you can silence the gossip of the world?"

Although Guo Jing was seriously injured and could only sit in a wheelchair, his eyes were wide open as he glared at everyone. If Huang Rong hadn't held him back, he probably would have had to forcefully circulate his internal energy again.

The atmosphere in the hall was tense, like a powder keg ready to be ignited; a single spark could set off a bloody battle.

At that very moment—

"Yue Buqun of Mount Hua is here! Let's see who dares to touch my disciple!"

A clear whistle came from afar, like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens, shaking the roof tiles and causing a sharp pain in everyone's eardrums.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful yet gentle gust of wind rushed in from outside the door!

The strong wind seemed gentle, but in reality it was overwhelming and unstoppable.

Wang Jiaju, the powerful figures from various sects, and even the monk Yuankong, who possessed profound internal strength, were all shaken by this force and were forced to retreat several steps, their bodies staggering.

Everyone looked up in shock.

A purple shadow descended and landed steadily in the room.

The newcomer was dressed in a purple robe and jade belt, with a face as handsome as jade. His long, flowing beard swayed gently in the wind. Although his hair was slightly disheveled and his clothes were covered with dust, showing a bit of weariness from his journey, his aura of a master, profound and imposing, was so powerful that no one dared to look him in the eye.

It is none other than Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect, known as the "Gentleman Sword"!

"Master..." Linghu Chong's eyes reddened when he saw the person who came, and he struggled to bow.

Yue Buqun didn't even glance at the people around him. He rushed forward anxiously and grabbed Linghu Chong's shoulder.

"Chong'er! Don't move!"

His voice trembled, filled with endless concern, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't sent you to help the Lin family, you wouldn't have been so badly injured."

Before he could finish speaking, Yue Buqun had already grasped Linghu Chong's pulse.

His face was shrouded in purple mist, and the purest Purple Cloud True Qi flowed continuously into Linghu Chong's body.

Linghu Chong's originally deathly pale face regained a sliver of color at a visible speed, and his disordered breathing gradually calmed down.

This level of internal energy cultivation is truly astonishing.

Everyone present, including Monk Yuankong, looked surprised, and their little thoughts instantly disappeared.

They all thought to themselves, "This Huashan Sect Leader is indeed remarkable."

Chen Qianyang stood to one side, observing coldly.

He clearly sensed that the Zixia True Qi that Yue Buqun had infused was not only healing Linghu Chong, but also specifically cleansing away some strange True Qi that remained in Linghu Chong's meridians.

This reminded me of the traces I had previously found inside Linghu Chong's body.

Then it became easy to understand his master's behavior.

That's destroying evidence.

That's really a brilliant tactic.

Chen Qianyang sneered inwardly.

This move not only demonstrated the deep bond between master and disciple and deterred the villains, but also subtly erased the traces of his actions.

Master, oh Master, your acting skills have truly reached a state of perfection.

After a moment, Yue Buqun slowly finished his practice and exhaled a long breath.

He turned around, his once gentle face now covered with frost, his gaze sharp as lightning, slowly sweeping over Wang Jiaju, Yuan Kong, and the others.

"I, Yue, am not particularly talented, but I do have some reputation in the martial arts world. Just now, who tried to capture my disciple?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura.

Wang Jiaju's hand holding the golden knife trembled slightly. He swallowed hard and forced himself to say, "Sect Leader Yue... it's not that we're forcing you, it's just that Uncle Lin's whereabouts are unknown, and Linghu Chong is the prime suspect..."

"Suspicion?"

Yue Buqun sneered: "Chong'er almost lost his life to save someone, and you're here to force him to his death? Is this what you call chivalry? Besides, it was my idea to get him to help the Lin family. What? Are you going to say I'm also a suspect?"

Overwhelmed by Yue Buqun's imposing presence, Wang Jiaju unconsciously took a step back, saying, "This junior dares not."

"Sect Leader Yue, you are mistaken," Monk Yuankong said, forcing a smile. "We need to see the person alive or dead. Since Benefactor Linghu claims to have saved someone, where is that person?"

"people?"

Yue Buqun sighed deeply.

"The person... is here."

His voice was hoarse as he waved.

Outside the door, Laudenau, who had been waiting, solemnly carried in two stretchers covered with white sheets, accompanied by two disciples.

The entire side hall fell into a deathly silence.

As if sensing something, Lin Pingzhi trembled violently and scrambled over.

"Father... Mother..."

Yue Buqun closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer, and slowly lifted the white cloth.

The bodies were those of Lin Zhennan and his wife!