The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

The battle inside the Buddhist hall became increasingly intense.

Everyone was bloodthirsty.

Even those with a modicum of rationality would have no choice but to take action to protect themselves.

Because in other people's eyes, as long as you are there, you are an enemy.

Chen Qianyang turned his head and focused his gaze back on the center of the chaos.

The already blood-red robe now looked as if it had been bathed in blood, and had been torn and deformed during the struggle.

Yue Buqun was tightly entangled by the masters of Mount Song.

Laudenau was indeed not telling the truth. Even if Zuo Lengchan couldn't spare any more people, he still had the ability to cause trouble for Yue Buqun.

Monk Yuankong fought his way out, only to be tripped up by the Golden Saber Sect.

Despite his injuries, Wang Jiaju picked up his knife and rejoined the battle.

No one can take this robe away.

But neither of them was willing to let go.

More and more people are dying, but the fire of greed has not been extinguished in the slightest.

"That's about it."

Chen Qianyang muttered to himself softly.

He gripped the Azure Water Sword tightly, and the true energy within his body began to flow slowly. A sharp and unparalleled sword intent was accumulating within him.

He's still waiting.

In the arena, a burly, rugged-looking martial arts master, taking advantage of the moment when Yue Buqun was knocked back, pounced and grabbed a corner of his cassock.

"I got it! I got it!"

He roared with ecstasy and yanked hard.

"Sizzle—"

The already fragile robe finally succumbed to the strain.

It split into several pieces, which then dispersed in a flurry of energy.

"Rob it!"

"Don't let it hit the ground!"

The crowd went completely mad.

The powerful figures who had been vying for the robe were now like hornets whose swarm had been disturbed, each rushing towards the fragments floating in the air.

The wandering swordsman, relying on his strength, used his ghost-head saber to cut down the two men in front of him and grabbed the largest piece of the shard.

The fragment contained the opening outline of this unparalleled martial art.

Overjoyed, a smile spread across his blood-stained face. Ignoring the swords and knives threatening him from behind, he read aloud.

"The Evil-Repelling Sword Technique... Haha! It's mine!"

He read the first line aloud, his voice hoarse with extreme excitement:

"To practice this skill, one must first—"

He suddenly stopped.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on the piece of cloth in their hands, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying. The wild joy on their faces froze instantly, turning into a twisted and bizarre expression.

"What do you mean by 'must first'? Say it quickly!" someone shouted anxiously from the side, raising a knife to strike him.

The man seemed not to hear, making a swallowing sound as he subconsciously uttered the last two words:

"...Castration!!"

To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself.

These eight words struck like a bolt from the blue, hitting everyone in the Buddhist hall hard.

........

........

The Buddhist hall, which had been filled with shouts of killing, fell into an eerie silence in an instant.

Only the heavy breathing of each person could still be heard.

Everyone was stunned.

Whether it was Yuan Kong holding a Zen staff, Wang Jiaju wielding a golden knife, or even Yue Buqun who was using the Zixia Divine Skill to prepare for a desperate fight, their movements all froze in mid-air.

Self-castration?

To practice this sword technique, you have to cut off a man's genitals?

"fart!"

The deathly silence lasted only a moment, followed by an even more hysterical outburst.

A master from the Qingcheng Sect roared, "What utter nonsense about self-castration! You must have misread it! Or this sword manual is a scam!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

The man finally realized what was happening and shook his head frantically. "This is definitely fake! It's a trick left behind by that old bald monk Lin Yuantu! There must be a way to break it later!"

"Yes! There must be a mnemonic device at the end!"

"Grab it and let's see! Whoever grabs it keeps it!"

"Even if it's true, I'll just stop being a man! As long as I can dominate the martial arts world, what does it matter if I'm cut off!"

Once a crazy idea takes root, it grows wildly like weeds.

This absurd beginning, instead of extinguishing everyone's greed, plunged them into an even deeper level of madness.

They see this as a test, a threshold.

How could such unparalleled swordsmanship possibly require cutting that thing?

"Lin Yuantu also got married and had children. Since he has a son, his claim of self-castration must be false!"

"Yes, it's fake!"

"kill!"

The carnage resumed, ten times more brutal than before.

The man holding the fragment of the general outline was instantly torn to pieces by a flurry of blades, and the piece of cloth in his hand changed hands again.

At the entrance.

Yang Guo stared wide-eyed at the group of people who seemed to have gone mad.

"They've gone mad...they've all gone mad..."

He pointed at the people who were killing each other for the "castration" manual, his face full of absurdity, and couldn't help but loudly mock them:

"A bunch of eunuchs! Hahaha! A bunch of fools scrambling to become eunuchs!"

"This damn sword manual is so bad I wouldn't even want to use it to wipe my ass! And you guys are actually willing to risk your lives for that stuff? For some crappy sword manual, you're not even acting like men anymore, it's shameful!"

His voice was clear and resonant, with a youthful sharpness.

But amidst the tidal wave of shouts of battle, it seemed insignificant.

Nobody paid him any attention.

In the face of desire, dignity, the body, and even humanity become worthless.

"Brother Chen..." Even with her exceptional intelligence, Huang Rong's expression turned grim. "This...this is too much..."

Even with her extensive knowledge and experience, she was stunned by this ugliest aspect of human nature and remained speechless.

"Sister Huang, it's almost over..."

Chen Qianyang remained expressionless, but tightened his grip on the sword.

His gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Yue Buqun.

His own master, the usually gentle and refined Gentleman Swordsman, had already been at a disadvantage.

Three masked masters from the Songshan Sect relentlessly pursued him, their attacks ruthless and vicious, trapping him completely.

Seeing those fragments of the cassock right before his eyes, yet unable to touch them, Yue Buqun's eyes turned bloodshot.

His proud cultivation of inner strength completely crumbled at this moment.

"die!"

Yue Buqun let out a sharp roar, his Purple Cloud Divine Skill already pushed to its peak.

Suddenly, a surge of purple energy erupted, and disregarding his own safety, he took a blow from the Great Songyang Palm, using the force to propel himself towards a martial artist who was clutching a fragment.

With a flick of his longsword, he unleashed a torrent of Purple Cloud True Qi, cleaving the man in two!

The blood mist exploded, splattering all over Yue Buqun's face.

He didn't care at all and reached out to grab the fragment.

In a corner not far from him, Lin Pingzhi was huddled against the wall, trembling.

A bloodthirsty swordsman, unable to seize the sword manual, vented his anger on the "instigator."

"You little beast! It's all because of you!"

The swordsman raised his thick-backed broadsword, grinning maliciously as he slashed at Lin Pingzhi's head.

Lin Pingzhi was so terrified that he completely forgot to dodge.

Yue Buqun was not far away, but at this moment his eyes were only on that cassock, and he was completely indifferent to Lin Pingzhi's life or death.

"It's over."

Lin Pingzhi closed his eyes in despair.

"Zheng—"

A clear and resounding sword cry suddenly rang out in the Buddhist hall.

Like the clear roar of a dragon.

That was the sound of a sword being drawn.

Chen Qianyang made a move.

He stopped being a bystander.

This farce has gone far enough.

It's time to wrap this up.