The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Faced with the power of Chen Qianyang's sword.

Wang Jiaju's golden knife froze in mid-air, his hand trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

With just one sword strike, he cleaved a stone lion half the height of a person in two.

What kind of sword technique is this?

Is this the legendary Huashan disciple who killed Yu Canghai with a single sword strike?

Is it true that he single-handedly blocked the Four Evils with his sword that day?

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

The deeds of Chen Qianyang, a junior from Huashan, had already spread among the people.

Although most people believe that much of it is exaggerated.

But today's sword strike was indeed powerful.

Fear spread like a tide through the crowd.

Chen Qianyang slowly sheathed his sword, his movements elegant and composed.

He looked coldly at Wang Jiaju and spoke again:

"My master is a highly respected senior who wouldn't stoop to your level, but I'm different. Do I need to repeat myself? Get out of my way."

Wang Jiaju's legs began to tremble.

Although he was arrogant, he wasn't stupid.

This young man from Mount Hua's swordsmanship is truly impressive.

If that sword were to strike him, even if he had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough to kill him.

Moreover, unlike his hypocritical master, this kid has no concept of the power of public opinion.

Verbal provocations had no effect whatsoever.

He instinctively stepped back, making way for them.

The Golden Saber Sect disciples behind him also retreated like a tide.

Monk Yuankong gripped his staff, his eyes darting around uncertainly.

He looked at the smooth cut of the stone lion, finally uttered a low Buddhist chant, and stepped aside to make way.

With even the two leaders gone, how could the remaining rabble dare to obstruct them?

A road leading to the Lin family's old residence was thus forcibly cleaved open by Chen Qianyang's terrifying sword power.

"Thank you so much, Brother Chen!" Lin Pingzhi looked at Chen Qianyang's back, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Yue Buqun stood to the side, his eyes twitching slightly.

Even by his standards, the power of this sword strike was astonishing.

This kid's martial arts skills...when did they improve to this level?

Yue Buqun felt both gratified and, more than anything, apprehensive.

This kid is too sharp.

It was so sharp that even his master felt threatened.

However, for now, this sharpness is exactly what he needs to use.

"Qianyang, well done." Yue Buqun regained his composure. "Now that the road is open, let's accompany Pingzhi inside."

"Yes, Master!" Chen Qianyang replied with a composed expression. "Master, you value your status and are unwilling to use martial arts to suppress others, but as a disciple of Mount Hua, it is natural for me to protect the sect."

"Good, good disciple!" Yue Buqun's face showed a hint of joy. With Chen Qianyang charging ahead, it was much easier for him as the master.

Chen Qianyang helped Guo Jing up again and stepped into the dangerous alleyway first.

Lin Pingzhi followed closely behind, with Yue Buqun and the Huashan Sect members protecting him on both sides.

Wang Jiaju, Yuan Kong, and the hundreds of martial arts heroes, though they dared not make a move, were unwilling to leave.

Like hungry wolves that have smelled blood, they followed closely behind, maintaining a subtle distance.

Greed remains a thorn in our side.

With trembling hands, Lin Pingzhi pushed open the long-sealed door.

"Squeak—"

The rotten door hinges made a grating sound.

The yard was overgrown with weeds.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the direction of the backyard.

That's where the Buddhist hall is located.

"Let's go to the Buddhist temple!"

Someone let out a low growl.

Although intimidated by Chen Qianyang's earlier display of power, no one dared to rush to the front.

But the crowd was advancing faster and faster.

Hundreds of people crowded into the small courtyard, making it feel extremely cramped.

Finally, the Buddhist hall came into view.

Lin Pingzhi stood at the entrance of the Buddhist hall, somewhat hesitant.

He knew that once he stepped through that door, the Lin family's secret would be completely exposed to the world.

This could be the hope for revival, or it could be the root of their destruction.

"Go in."

Chen Qianyang patted him on the shoulder. "Some things, you just have to face them eventually."

Lin Pingzhi gritted his teeth and stepped over the threshold.

Chen Qianyang pushed Guo Jing, following closely behind, and occupied a corner of the Buddhist hall.

Yue Buqun and his Huashan disciples guarded the other side.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Jiaju, Yuan Kong, their men, and other江湖豪客 (jianghu heroes) swarmed in.

The already cramped Buddhist hall was instantly filled to capacity.

All eyes were focused on Lin Pingzhi.

That kind of pressure almost suffocated Lin Pingzhi.

He walked tremblingly toward the now empty shrine.

The traces of Yue Buqun's search last night were still there, and the floor was a mess.

"Why is there nothing here?"

"Was it taken by Yue Buqun?"

A commotion began to rise in the crowd, and suspicious glances were cast at Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he sneered: Fools, if I had really taken it, you wouldn't have a chance.

Lin Pingzhi ignored the noise around him.

He raised his head and looked at the roof beam.

There was an inconspicuous groove there.

If Linghu Chong hadn't described the location in detail last night, no one would have been able to find it.

This crucial point was precisely what Yue Buqun had overlooked.

Lin Pingzhi took a deep breath and leaped to grab the roof beam.

He fumbled around there for a moment and finally touched something.

"Found it!"

Lin Pingzhi let out a shout.

This shout was like a thunderclap, resounding in everyone's heart.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats at that moment.

His eyes grew increasingly fervent.

Lin Pingzhi pulled hard.

"Sizzle—"

With a cracking sound, a red object drifted down from between the beams.

It was a kasaya (Buddhist robe).

An old cassock covered with densely written small characters.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Everyone stared intently at the robe.

Is this the legendary "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual"?

This is the peerless martial art that wiped out the entire Fuwei Escort Agency and drove the entire martial arts world mad.

Chen Qianyang stood in the corner, coldly watching the falling cassock, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

He knew that this was more than just a robe.

This is Pandora's box.

Once opened, it will bring endless disaster and madness.

But everyone will flock to it.

"It's mine!"

The deathly silence lasted for a moment.

The next second, a greedy roar shattered the silence.

It doesn't matter who made the first move.

A sword flashed and slashed at Lin Pingzhi's wrist, trying to force him to let go.

Then came the second round, the third round...

The flashing of swords and the clash of blades instantly engulfed the Buddhist hall.

With red eyes, Wang Jiaju brandished his sword wildly: "Cousin! Give it to your older cousin! We're family!"

Monk Yuankong dropped the pretense, swung his staff, smashed a man's head, and roared, "This belongs to the Southern Shaolin Temple! This humble monk is keeping it safe!"

"Rob it!"

"kill!"

Hundreds of people, like wild beasts that had lost their minds, pounced on the robe that had not yet hit the ground.

Before Lin Pingzhi could even see the words on the cassock clearly, he was swept away by the surging crowd.

The robe tumbled in the air, like a torrent of desires.

All warmth crumbled at this moment.

At this moment, order completely collapsed.