The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Chen Qianyang watched this scene quietly.

Looking at those who were just moments ago so dignified "heroes" and "high monks," now transformed into ferocious monsters wielding butcher knives.

Blood splattered everywhere, and screams of agony echoed throughout.

"Brother Chen..." Yang Guo's face turned pale, and he subconsciously grabbed Chen Qianyang's sleeve.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Chen Qianyang's voice was cold and deep.

"This is the world of martial arts. This is...the human heart."

He gripped the Azure Water Sword tightly, and his icy inner energy quietly circulated within his body.

The show is finally about to begin.

"Amitabha!"

A single Buddhist chant, like a booming bell, is filled with a violent aura.

Monk Yuankong swept his staff out, creating a gust of wind, and slammed it heavily into Wang Jiaju beside him.

Aside from the members of the Huashan Sect and Guo Jing and his wife, Wang Jiaju was the biggest threat in this battle.

Therefore, it is essential to strike first.

"Benefactor Wang, this is a demon harming people. This humble monk will keep it safe for you!"

"Bang!"

A sound of bone cracking rang out.

Wang Jiaju never expected that the high monk, who had been quite polite to him just moments before, would suddenly make a move.

He screamed and flew through the air, spitting out blood as he crashed into a group of Golden Saber Sect disciples.

"Bald monk! You dare!"

The disciples of the Golden Saber Sect, their eyes reddening, brandished their long sabers and charged forward.

"Today is the day to vanquish demons and monsters!" Yuan Kong's face was ferocious, and he wielded his staff with impenetrable force, like an angry Vajra.

The dam called rationality has completely collapsed.

"The sword manual is mine!"

"Those who block my way shall die!"

All the powerful figures have completely torn off their disguises.

Several remnants of the Qingcheng Sect, who were hiding in the shadows, also began to take advantage of the chaos, using the Qingcheng Sect's secret weapon technique, the Nine Strikes of the Green Character.

They fired Green Peak Nails at the crowd indiscriminately, shooting at anyone they saw.

Many people were hit and fell to the ground, screaming in agony as their faces turned black.

Many more chivalrous figures brandished their swords and blades, their eyes bloodshot as they slashed at the nearest person.

Whether it's a recent ally or a long-time acquaintance.

Faced with the temptation of unparalleled martial arts, human life is as cheap as grass.

After all, there is only one copy of the sword manual.

Only by killing others can one gain a share.

Blood instantly stained the blue bricks of the Buddhist hall.

Screams, roars, and the clash of weapons mingled together, turning this place into a hellish inferno.

Lin Pingzhi stood frozen in the eye of the storm, watching this insane scene with a look of bewilderment on his face.

Is this what the martial arts world is like?

Is this the right path?

"Die! All of you, die!"

A bloodthirsty man swung his knife at Lin Pingzhi.

"Clang!"

A burst of energy suddenly appeared, shattering the steel knife and imprinting itself on the man's chest.

The man's ribs were shattered, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Yue Buqun withdrew his hand, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Given the circumstances, he had already decided to take action.

Seeing the cassock that couldn't touch the ground despite the surging energy, Yue Buqun's eyes burned with greed.

He endured for decades and planned for thousands of miles, all for this moment!

"Pingzhi, don't be afraid, your uncle will protect you!"

Although nominally protecting Lin Pingzhi.

But his figure moved like lightning, grabbing straight for the cassock.

He unleashed the full power of the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, and the several skilled fighters who tried to stop him were shaken by his energy, all of them coughing up blood and retreating.

With the cassock almost within reach, Yue Buqun was overjoyed.

"Yue Buqun, you can't take this away!"

From the shadows, several masked figures dressed in black suddenly emerged.

Three masked masters, forming a triangular formation, blocked Yue Buqun's path.

Two men, each wielding a sword, and one man, empty-handed, charged toward Yue Buqun.

His attacks were characterized by the sweeping, powerful, steady, and ruthless techniques of the Songshan School.

Great Songyang Divine Palm! Songyang Divine Sword!

From the Songshan Sect!

Yue Buqun was furious, his hair standing on end and his face flushed purple. He had already drawn his sword and was no longer holding back.

He clashed head-on with the three men.

"boom!"

With a burst of energy, Yue Buqun used the force to do a backflip and land. Although he forced the three people back, his cassock was also swept away to the other side by the shockwave.

"Those scoundrels from the Songshan Sect!" Yue Buqun gritted his teeth. How could he not recognize the martial arts styles of these three men?

Zuo Lengchan had indeed prepared a backup plan!

The three masked men remained silent and pressed forward again, giving Yue Buqun no chance to seize the treasure.

Their mission was clear: if they couldn't have it, they would never let Yue Buqun have it!

The battle situation became increasingly chaotic.

But at the entrance of the Buddhist hall, there is a pure land.

Chen Qianyang held the Biyue Sword in one hand, with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

Instead of rushing in to grab it, he took a step back, using the door frame and wall as leverage to create a semi-circular sword enclosure.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Several bloodthirsty blades, aimed at him in a frenzy, were easily deflected.

Those martial artists who tried to charge forward had no choice but to detour around Chen Qianyang's cold sword tip.

"Stop! Stop it, all of you!"

Guo Jing, standing behind him, was furious.

Looking at the scene before him, at those martial arts practitioners killing each other, he felt extremely grief-stricken.

He suddenly took a step forward, about to forcefully unleash his inner strength to stop them.

However, this aggravated his internal injuries, and his face turned pale.

"Brother Guo."

A hand was placed on his shoulder, forcefully stopping him from moving.

Chen Qianyang's eyes were icy cold.

"It's no use," Chen Qianyang said calmly. "You can't save them."

"Qianyang! They are living, breathing human beings!" Guo Jing's voice trembled. "How can we just stand by and watch them kill each other?"

"people?"

Chen Qianyang chuckled and raised the longsword in his hand.

The tip of the sword swept across the crowd who had gone mad.

"Brother Guo, take a closer look."

"Are they still human?"

Guo Jing looked in the direction of the sword tip and saw a lot.

The only thing missing is a trace of humanity.

Those men who may have once been generous and righteous, or monks who ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddhist scriptures, have now turned into evil spirits in human skin, driven by desire.

"The inner demons have taken hold; even a god cannot save them."

Chen Qianyang sheathed his sword: "This sword manual is a mirror. It reflects the true nature of this martial world."

"This..." Guo Jing was dejected and could no longer utter a word.

Huang Rong, standing to the side, held Guo Jing's hand tightly and looked at Chen Qianyang's profile.

This young man is far too calm.

Faced with such bloodshed, he was able to remain calm and unperturbed.

He not only saw through the situation, but also understood people's hearts.

"Little Chen...no, Junior Brother," Yue Lingshan cried, hiding behind Chen Qianyang and clutching his clothes tightly. "My father...my father is still inside..."

She looked at the figure in the crowd, her eyes filled with unfamiliarity.

Was that still the same gentle and refined father who taught her the principle of "a gentleman is cautious even when alone"?

Chen Qianyang turned around, glanced at the pitiful girl, and his gaze softened.

"Lingshan, don't worry, Master is highly skilled in martial arts, no one can hurt him."

He didn't expose Yue Buqun's intentions; this was his last act of tenderness towards this innocent senior sister.

"Little Yang Guo"

Chen Qianyang suddenly spoke.

"exist!"

Yang Guo, who had been eager to try, immediately responded.

"Did you see it clearly?" Chen Qianyang pointed to the field.

"I saw it clearly." Yang Guo gritted his teeth: "They're like...like a pack of dogs fighting over shit."

"The words may be rough, but the principle is sound," Chen Qianyang said calmly. "Remember this scene. When you travel the world in the future, don't become like them."

"I wouldn't!" Yang Guo puffed out his chest. "That kind of harmful martial art is so bad I wouldn't even want to use it to wipe my butt!"

A smile appeared on Chen Qianyang's lips.

"Well said!"