The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Faced with Yue Buqun's questioning.

Chen Qianyang's expression hardened, and he said frankly, "Reporting to Master, after I returned to Nanyang to pay respects to my parents that day, a friend told me that the Chen family and the Fang family of Mingzhou had an agreement. Although my father is dead, the agreement still exists. Therefore, without obtaining Master's consent, I went to Ningzhou to handle this matter."

"A person cannot stand without integrity," Yue Buqun nodded, "Your decision wasn't wrong either. What happened next?"

Chen Qianyang continued to recount his trip to Mingzhou, from his unexpected encounter with Guo Jing to exposing the conspiracy of the Sun Moon Demonic Sect.

Of course, details such as Fang Hongxiu and Ren Yingying will not be mentioned.

"Hearing of Master Guo's reputation for chivalry, Master Guo wanted to entrust his nephew to Mount Hua. I dared not make the decision on my own, so I brought Master Guo and his wife to Fuzhou City. By chance, we encountered the Fuwei Escort Agency."

"I have heard about what happened in Mingzhou the other day. It turns out that it was also Qianyang's doing. It is very good that he was able to thwart the Demonic Sect's conspiracy."

"My humble contribution is entirely due to Brother Guo's divine prowess and Sister Huang's unparalleled wisdom."

Hearing the two talking about themselves, Guo Jing, supported by Huang Rong, came to Yue Buqun's side.

"Sect Leader Yue, meeting you today, you truly live up to your reputation as the Gentleman Sword. The disciples you have taught are also excellent." Guo Jing clasped his hands slightly.

Previously, he had some hesitation about having Yang Guo join the Huashan Sect, but after experiencing life and death with Chen Qianyang these past few days, and seeing that his master Yue Buqun was indeed a gentleman, those doubts had long since dissipated.

"Master Guo, you are injured and should rest well." Yue Buqun hurriedly helped Guo Jing up. "My little disciple is impatient and has caused you trouble. As for your nephew's apprenticeship, as long as Master Guo thinks highly of me, I, Yue Buqun, will naturally teach him everything I know."

For a moment, the two acted as if they were old friends, chatting away without regard for the others.

Huang Rong, standing to the side, narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and glanced at Chen Qianyang, who was sitting there leisurely.

He began to ponder the somewhat subtle relationship between the master and disciple.

Yang Guo, standing to the side, looked at his future master with great curiosity.

Seeing that Yue Buqun and Guo Jing were having a pleasant conversation, Wang Jiaju, Monk Yuankong, and the martial arts figures surrounding them became increasingly solemn.

They were not afraid of either Yue Buqun's Huashan Sect or the seriously injured Guo Jing, even if it was just one of them.

However, these two forces are now showing signs of joining forces, so the Lin family's affairs are already in their grasp.

While everyone was harboring their own secrets.

Chen Qianyang's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Lin Pingzhi, the only one in the room who seemed genuinely emotional.

He sighed inwardly.

Master, although your performance was excellent, you overlooked the most crucial person.

The person who truly saved Lin Zhennan and his wife may have heard their dying words.

Chen Qianyang turned to look at Linghu Chong on the soft couch.

Linghu Chong looked weakly at Yue Buqun, his eyes filled with filial piety and guilt, clearly believing his master's words without a doubt.

Senior Brother, if you knew that the person who struck you with that palm was none other than your most beloved Master, how would you feel?

Chen Qianyang withdrew his gaze, silently took a step back, and hid himself even deeper in the shadows.

The stage is set up, so let my master, who loves acting, perform.

"Gentlemen."

Yue Buqun ended his conversation with Guo Jing.

After calming Lin Pingzhi down, he turned to face the crowd, his expression regaining its dignity. "Although Chief Escort Lin and his wife perished, the Fuwei Escort Agency still exists, and the descendants of the Lin family are still alive."

Today, I, Yue, will make this decision. From this day forward, Pingzhi will be under the protection of my Huashan Sect. Anyone who dares to plot against the Lin family again will be an enemy of my Huashan Sect! An enemy of me, Yue Buqun!

The Purple Cloud Divine Skill was activated, its loud voice shaking the entire audience.

Wang Jiaju shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

Monk Yuankong could only chant Buddhist prayers in a low voice, temporarily avoiding the limelight.

Just kidding, right now the Huashan Sect still has Guo Jing and his wife standing by their side, and that kid named Chen Qianyang is also quite skilled in martial arts.

Even the most arrogant person wouldn't dare to step forward at this moment.

The storm seemed to have subsided.

But Chen Qianyang knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

Human greed will not be so easily ended.

The night was as dark as ink. Inside the mourning hall of the Fuwei Escort Agency, white candles wept, and the ashes of paper money swirled and rustled.

The guests who came to offer condolences had long since left, leaving only Lin Pingzhi to keep vigil there.

In the side hall, Linghu Chong woke up with a fit of coughing.

Chen Qianyang pushed open the door and entered, carrying a bowl of freshly brewed medicinal soup.

Looking at his senior brother, whose face was pale, on the bed, he couldn't help but feel a complex mix of emotions.

Even when betrayed by his master, even when seriously injured, this person still held onto his promise and loyalty.

This is Linghu Chong.

Unfortunately, this calculating world of martial arts seems unworthy of his sincerity.

In the novel *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*, everyone is scheming and plotting, but he remains completely oblivious, like a fool.

"Young Master Lin...where is he?" Linghu Chong struggled to sit up, his eyes filled with anxiety. "His parents have something to tell him...I'm here to tell him."

"Senior Brother, there's no rush," Chen Qianyang thought to himself, just as he expected.

"I'm afraid my body won't be able to hold up for that long," Linghu Chong insisted.

Chen Qianyang sighed, knowing he couldn't stop him: "Keep watch over the mourning hall tonight."

She immediately put down the medicine bowl, stepped forward and helped him up, saying, "I'll take you there."

"Thank you, junior brother."

We walked through the corridor and arrived outside the mourning hall.

Yue Lingshan and Lao Denuo were kneeling with Lin Pingzhi in front of the altar, burning paper money.

Upon seeing the two approaching, the group quickly stood up.

"Senior Brother, why are you up?" Yue Lingshan exclaimed in surprise.

Linghu Chong waved his hand, his gaze falling on Lin Pingzhi: "Young Master Lin, I have a few important words I'd like to say to you privately."

Laudenau's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something, but when he caught a glimpse of Chen Qianyang's gaze, he swallowed it back.

"Since Senior Brother has something to say, it must be something extremely private, so let's avoid it for now."

Chen Qianyang took the initiative to speak up: "Senior Sister, Second Senior Brother, you two go and rest. I'll stay here at the entrance and call you if anything happens."

Although Yue Lingshan was somewhat reluctant, she knew this was not the time to be willful, so she pulled Lao Denuo away.

The huge mourning hall was instantly reduced to just three people.

"Junior brother, you too..." Linghu Chong looked at Chen Qianyang.

"I know, I'll be right at the door." Chen Qianyang patted his shoulder, turned and walked out of the mourning hall, closing the wooden door behind him.

He hadn't gone far, of course, but was leaning against the shadow of the porch.

His talent, 【Sword Heart Clarity】, quietly activated, and the 【Two Elements Mystic Pendant】 on his chest emitted a warm aura, amplifying his perception infinitely at this moment.

The sound of the wind, the chirping of insects, the rustling of falling leaves... all the subtle sounds around him were vividly recalled in his mind.

In this scene, an extremely subtle aura silently glides across the night sky and lands on the roof ridge directly above the mourning hall.

They arrived as expected.

Chen Qianyang's lips curled into a cold smile.

Master, oh Master, how did you, the gentleman swordsman, become a thief?

Even though he had just staged a great show of "traveling thousands of miles to save the orphan", and even though he was still playing the role of a loving father and strict teacher, he couldn't sit still in the face of the temptation of the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual".

He came to eavesdrop on his apprentice in the middle of the night.

This "diligence" is truly touching.

Inside the room, Linghu Chong's suppressed cough and Lin Pingzhi's tearful question could be heard.

The voice was a little soft. The dying words of Lin Zhennan and his wife were extremely confidential. Although Linghu Chong was seriously injured, he was still vigilant and deliberately lowered his voice.

"Junior Brother Lin..." Linghu Chong took a deep breath: "Before your father passed away, he repeatedly instructed... that the Lin family's ancestral Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is not in the escort agency."

The aura on the rooftop suddenly froze.

Chen Qianyang could even picture Yue Buqun's comical, breathless expression at that moment.

Listen carefully, Master.

This is the sword manual you've been dreaming of.

"Where...is it?" Lin Pingzhi's voice trembled.

"In Xiangyang Lane," Linghu Chong said weakly, "Xiangyang Lane, the Lin family's old residence."

"The old house?"

"Yes. Your father said that there is a red kasaya hidden in the Buddhist shrine in the backyard of the old house."

Linghu Chong was breathing heavily, as if these few words had exhausted all his strength. "That sword manual... it's written on the cassock!"

"Kasaya...sword manual..." Lin Pingzhi murmured to himself.

"However, your father said that this thing is ominous, and you should never practice it unless absolutely necessary."

Lin Pingzhi was already in a daze and ignored Linghu Chong's last words.

"Click."

A very faint sound came from above.

Chen Qianyang looked up at the dark eaves, his eyes full of mockery.

Are you excited? Are you thrilled?

This is something you've been painstakingly trying to get.

It is there now.

Go ahead and claim your "spoils of war".

My dear master.