The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Chen Qianyang's sword strikes are as swift as a dragon.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of blue light instantly tore through the crowded throng.

That was a perfect fusion of "Swift as the Wind" and "Nine Swords of Dugu".

The swordsman who was about to kill Lin Pingzhi felt a flash of blue light before his eyes, and his wrist felt a chill.

Clang!

The thick-backed broadsword fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, blood gushed from his throat.

He clutched his neck and collapsed in disbelief.

Chen Qianyang did not stop for a moment.

He swept into the very heart of the battle like a whirlwind.

In his hand, the Azure Water Sword seemed to transform into hundreds of streams of light, each beam precisely targeting a person's weakness.

The Nine Swords of Dugu!

He weaved through the crowd, his sword energy crisscrossing as if he were in an empty field.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The sounds of weapons clashing were continuous and intense.

Anyone whose sword light swept across them, whether they were masters from the Songshan Sect or martial monks from the Southern Shaolin Temple, had their weapons fly out of their hands!

Although these people had different martial arts skills and were highly accomplished, they lost their minds after a long battle, and the Dugu Nine Swords, a sword technique that exploits weaknesses, was naturally good at surprise attacks.

Even though Chen Qianyang's martial arts skills were not overwhelming, he seized the opportunity and, with his long sword, was still invincible.

He did not kill anyone, but used his sword to end the war.

"Give it to me!"

Chen Qianyang leaped into the air and flicked his longsword.

A man who was laughing wildly while clutching a tattered piece of a cassock suddenly felt a sharp pain in his fingers, and the piece of cloth in his hand flew uncontrollably into the air.

Chen Qianyang reached out with his left hand and grabbed the fragment.

Immediately afterwards, he touched one person's shoulder with his toes and used the momentum to bend to the other side.

"roll!"

With a cold shout, sword energy erupted.

Just as the monk Yuankong was about to seize another fragment, he was forced to retreat in a sorry state by the sharp sword intent.

That fragment also fell into Chen Qianyang's hands.

He moved with lightning speed, and with each leap and fall, a fragment would fall into his palm.

The last piece was in Yue Buqun's hands.

Yue Buqun had just grabbed the fragment and hadn't even had a chance to look at it when he felt a chilling sword aura rushing straight towards his face.

That was a sword strike that could have threatened his life!

He instinctively released his grip, stepped back to defend, and activated his Purple Cloud Divine Skill.

"Master, this thing is dirty, let me hold it for you."

Chen Qianyang's voice rang in his ears, so calm it was unsettling.

With a flick of the sword, the last fragment was deftly lifted.

Using the force of the lift, Chen Qianyang suddenly shot upwards, performed a somersault in the air, and landed steadily on the top of the broken clay Buddha statue in the center of the Buddhist hall.

He stood tall, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

In his left hand, he tightly clutched that wad of red rag.

That was the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual," which caused hundreds of people to kill each other and drove the entire martial arts world mad.

At this moment, it was like a pile of worthless garbage, which Chen Qianyang casually grabbed in his hand.

The longsword pointed diagonally at the ground, and a drop of blood slowly slid down from the tip.

"Stop it, all of you!"

Chen Qianyang stood on high ground and let out a sharp shout.

The Buddhist hall fell into a deathly silence.

All eyes turned to Chen Qianyang, who stood atop the Buddha statue.

The young man's clothes fluttered in the wind, and the long sword in his hand gleamed faintly.

Below, hundreds of eyes were fixed on his raised left hand.

Those eyes held greed, madness, despair, and deep fear.

The fluid and unpredictable killing spree they had just witnessed, and the unfathomable swordsmanship, had already been etched into their hearts.

That's truly excellent swordsmanship and skill!

But greed is ultimately the devil.

"Chen Qianyang!"

Wang Jiaju clutched his wound, still unwilling to give up: "That's my cousin Lin's family heirloom! What right do you have to hold it? Hand it over!"

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuankong's face was covered in blood and dirt, and he no longer resembled a high monk.

He slammed his staff down, declaring with righteous indignation, "Benefactor Chen, this object was left behind by demonic forces; its malevolent energy is too strong for your youth to handle! Quickly hand it over to this humble monk, and take it back to the Southern Shaolin Temple to be suppressed before the Buddha. This is the righteous path!"

"You brat from Mount Hua, don't even think about taking it all for yourself!"

"Hand it over! Everyone who sees it gets a share!"

Although the martial arts heroes dared not step forward, they gripped their weapons even tighter and moved slowly, subtly forming an encirclement.

"Die!"

Wang Jiaju and Monk Yuankong exchanged a glance, having already made their decision.

They were planning a combined attack.

Wang Jiaju leaped into the air, his golden sword transforming into an arc of light as he slashed towards Chen Qianyang atop the Buddha statue.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Yuankong chanted Buddhist mantras, and his staff whipped up a gust of evil wind, blocking Chen Qianyang's escape route.

If this sword and staff strike solidly, even the strongest iron will shatter into dust.

Chen Qianyang looked at the two men rushing towards him and smiled nonchalantly.

"act recklessly."

He gently twitched the Azure Water Sword in his hand.

"Buzz—"

The sword cleaves through the sky.

Chen Qianyang's figure leaped into the air, and the Azure Water Sword transformed into countless sword shadows, dazzling yet deadly.

Dugu Nine Swords!

"when!"

With a crisp sound, Wang Jiaju's golden knife was knocked away.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of blood erupted from his shoulder, and blood gushed out like a fountain; he could no longer get up.

"call--"

Just as Monk Yuankong was halfway through swinging his staff, he felt a flash of sword light pierce straight between his eyebrows.

He was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his attack to defend, but Chen Qianyang's sword was too fast.

"laugh!"

The tip of the sword lightly touched the staff, and a surge of energy penetrated through the body.

Yuan Kong felt a violent tremor in his tiger's mouth, and his staff almost flew out of his hand!

He himself was shaken back seven or eight steps by the force.

In just a few moves, he defeated two top experts!

The audience was silent.

Chen Qianyang gracefully landed and stood atop the Buddha statue once more.

He looked around, his deep eyes making it difficult for anyone to look him in the eye.

"Who else?"

"Anyone else who wants this sword manual, feel free to gang up on them!"

"Come!"

This rhetorical question, coupled with the resolute and ruthless tone just now, sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Those martial arts heroes who were originally eager to make a move now lowered their heads one by one.

Faced with such martial arts skills, no one dared to be the first to stick their neck out.

Absolute strength brings absolute deterrence.

"Since no one wants to come, that makes things easier."

Chen Qianyang sheathed his longsword with composure.

He raised the kasaya in his hand.

"The sword manual is right here. Come on, isn't this what you've all been dreaming of? What, no one dares to take it now?"

A deathly silence.

In the center of the crowd, Yue Buqun stood with disheveled hair, his long robe splattered with blood of unknown origin.

He looked up at his high-ranking apprentice, his eyes filled with longing.

But he didn't move, while the Songshan masters beside him remained poised to strike.

Regardless, the sword manual has already fallen into the hands of our Huashan Sect.

Although he still couldn't see through Chen Qianyang, he was, after all, his master.

Both morally and logically, he should give the sword manual to him.

Songshan Sect, Zuo Lengchan, in the end, I am still the victor.

Yue Buqun glanced at the three Songshan masters beside him, suppressing the urge to burst into laughter.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anxiety in his heart, and his facial muscles twitched as he forced a kind smile.

"Qianyang..."

Yue Buqun's voice trembled, gentle yet seductive, "Qianyang, you've done extremely well... You protected this thing; it's a great achievement. Quickly... come down and hand it over to your master. This kind of evil creature is far too dangerous; your master will certainly handle it properly and never let it harm anyone again."

Chen Qianyang looked at his master and suddenly smiled.

"Master, do you think this is a demon or a treasure?"

The laughter sounded somewhat jarring.

Yue Buqun's lips twitched slightly: "Of course it's a demonic creature. Don't worry, Master won't cultivate it; I'll definitely keep it safe... Qianyang, don't you trust your master?"

"I naturally believe what my master says."

"but......."