The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

In just a few breaths, the aura on the rooftop disappeared.

Yue Buqun was clearly unable to contain himself any longer; he had to get the cassock before everyone else.

Once he obtains the sword manual, he can revitalize Mount Hua and dominate the Five Sacred Mountains.

Therefore, what does it matter if one is a thief?

Inside the room, Lin Pingzhi kowtowed deeply to Linghu Chong: "Brother Linghu, thank you! Thank you for telling me all this!"

The door opened, and Linghu Chong, his face pale, walked out, supported by Lin Pingzhi.

"Junior brother, help me back." Linghu Chong smiled at Chen Qianyang, his expression relaxed.

Chen Qianyang took Linghu Chong from him, escorted him back to the side hall, settled him in, and then quickly returned.

Lin Pingzhi still stood at the entrance of the mourning hall, looking dazed, his eyes filled with both grief and a flicker of desire for revenge.

He learned the whereabouts of the sword manual, like a drowning man grasping at a last straw.

But with so many people watching him, how can he possibly get the sword manual?

This is a task that is simply impossible for me to complete at my current level.

Moreover, Yu Canghai and Mu Gaofeng are already dead, so who should he seek revenge against?

The person behind the scenes that Yue Bobo was talking about.

"Brother Chen..." Lin Pingzhi was a little flustered when he saw Chen Qianyang return, as if he wanted to say something.

Chen Qianyang raised his hand to stop him.

"Junior Brother Lin, watch your words."

His gaze toward Lin Pingzhi turned stern.

"There are some things you should keep to yourself. This matter is of utmost importance; you must not divulge a single word! Otherwise, you will surely face death!"

Lin Pingzhi was startled by his seriousness and clearly understood what Chen Qianyang meant.

He nodded repeatedly, "I understand! I will never..."

"Good that you understand."

Chen Qianyang interrupted him, but his gaze went past his shoulder and landed on a shadowy corner of the distant corridor.

There was a faint breathing sound there, which, despite being suppressed, could not escape one's perception.

That's Laudenau.

As expected, the undercover agent from the Songshan Sect hadn't slept; he remained hidden in the shadows, observing everything.

He may not have heard the conversation inside the room, but he must have seen Yue Buqun leave.

Now, he needs confirmation.

So, Chen Qianyang looked at Lin Pingzhi:

"It's late tonight, and things aren't peaceful outside, so please don't do anything rash. I'll go with you first thing tomorrow morning to retrieve that thing."

Lin Pingzhi was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you so much, Brother Chen!"

Chen Qianyang patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.

As he turned around, his gaze swept over the shadow again, a chill running through him.

Laudenau, can you hear me?

Tomorrow morning, that will be your final deadline.

If you don't want to disappoint your leader Zuo, if you don't want Yue Buqun to monopolize the sword manual, then you must take action tonight.

You don't have the strength to snatch it, nor do you dare to snatch it from Yue Buqun.

But you can muddy the waters.

As Chen Qianyang walked back to his room, he looked up at the waning moon on the horizon.

A dark and windy night is the perfect time for murder and arson.

That's right... the show's just beginning.

......

The night was dark, and the moonlight barely penetrated the thick clouds, casting its light on the long-abandoned old houses in Xiangyang Lane in the west of the city.

Withered grass covers the ground; this mansion, which once witnessed the glory of the Lin family ancestors, is now nothing but ruins.

A figure silently swept over the high wall and landed in the backyard.

It was Yue Buqun who had sneaked out of the Fuwei Escort Agency.

He held his breath and channeled his Zixia Divine Skill into his eyes, allowing him to see clearly even in the night.

He maintained a calm expression, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the fervor in his heart.

Xiangyang Lane... Old House...

Buddhist shrine in the backyard...

Linghu Chong's words echoed in his mind.

Yue Buqun ran straight to the backyard without touching the ground.

Pushing open the rickety wooden door of the Buddhist hall, a musty, stale smell wafted out.

The Buddhist hall was covered with cobwebs, the altar had long since collapsed, and the floor was a mess.

Yue Buqun's gaze swept across the Buddhist hall.

He took a deep breath, his body swayed, and he began searching through them.

Empty, nothing.

It's still empty.

No hidden compartments or secret layers were found after a careful search.

There was no red cassock that haunted his dreams.

"How could this be...?"

Yue Buqun's pupils contracted, and a chill ran through him.

He continued his search, unwilling to give up.

He even reached out and groped along the wall inch by inch.

But still nothing was found.

"Did Chong'er mishear? Or is the location wrong?"

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Yue Buqun's forehead.

He didn't care about anything else and turned around to frantically search the Buddhist hall.

Half an hour later, Yue Buqun had turned the entire Buddhist hall upside down.

No.

There was nothing inside this Buddhist hall.

"Damn it!"

Even the "Gentleman Sword," who was always known for his gentle and refined manners, couldn't help but curse.

Looking at the chaotic state of the Buddhist temple, disappointment surged like a tide, turning into violence.

Could it be that Lin Zhennan lied to Chong'er?

Or...did someone else already snatch it up?

Just as Yue Buqun was in a state of great confusion, the sound of the night watchman's gong suddenly came from the alley entrance.

"Dry weather—be careful with fire—"

The sound grew louder as it approached, sounding particularly jarring in the dead of night.

Yue Buqun was startled and snapped out of his frenzy.

As dawn approached, if someone were to discover that the dignified head of the Huashan Sect was ransacking the Lin family's old residence like a petty thief, his carefully cultivated image as a "gentleman" for decades would likely be ruined.

He glared hatefully at the entire Buddhist hall, gritted his teeth, and leaped into the air, disappearing swiftly into the vast night.

As long as he still controls Lin Pingzhi, he still has a chance.

Shortly after he left.

The branches and leaves of a banyan tree outside the old house swayed slightly.

Laudenau slowly poked his head out, looking in the direction where Yue Buqun had disappeared. His usually honest and simple face now wore a cold smile.

"Master, it seems you haven't found it."

He had no intention of entering that old house. His caution was the biggest reason he was able to survive for so many years while infiltrating the Huashan Sect.

If Yue Buqun couldn't find it, then I certainly can't either.

As an undercover agent for the Songshan Sect, he knew Zuo Lengchan's methods all too well, and he also knew Yue Buqun's character all too well.

Since Yue Buqun sneaked in late at night and searched inside for so long,

This means the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is right here!

The reason it wasn't found might be because the mechanism is hidden, or because it requires a special method to open.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If it were really that easy to find, Lin Zhennan wouldn't have been so open in telling Linghu Chong.

"Since that's the case..."

Laudenau took out a piece of silver from his pocket, weighed it in his hand, and his eyes gleamed.

"Since I can't get it, and since you can't get it, then let the whole world take it!"

"How can you catch fish if the water isn't murky?"

He leaped away and disappeared in the opposite direction from Yue Buqun, heading straight for the city's slums.

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