The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

"However... since it's a demon!"

Chen Qianyang chuckled and said, "Then I won't trouble you, Master. Speaking of which, you've gone to such lengths for these few rags that you've even abandoned all humanity. You really are a menace."

"Since that's the case, then let me be the villain!"

Chen Qianyang's smile vanished, replaced by a resolute expression.

His right hand had somehow produced a tinderbox from his pocket.

"shake!"

Flames leaped up, their reflection shimmering in hundreds of clenched pupils.

An ominous premonition spread instantly.

Yue Buqun's smile froze on his face, and he cried out in disbelief, "What are you doing?"

"No!"

Wang Jiaju and Yuan Kong simultaneously let out desperate roars.

Chen Qianyang did not hesitate at all.

In front of everyone, he pressed the burning tinder directly onto the red kasaya in his hand.

That robe was an old item, over a hundred years old, and was dry and easily flammable.

"call."

Flames erupted instantly!

The flames greedily licked the fabric, devouring the so-called unparalleled martial arts, and devouring the greed of everyone present.

It also devoured Yue Buqun's lifelong ambitions.

"Stop! You're insane!"

"That's unparalleled martial arts! Fire! Quick, put out the fire!"

The crowd erupted instantly.

At that moment, they felt as if they were seeing their own parents being thrown into a fire pit.

Countless people let out beast-like howls, desperately trying to rush onto the Buddha statue to save the burning flames.

Yue Buqun's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He instantly unleashed his Zixia Divine Skill, his figure moving like lightning. He was ready to pounce on the Songshan masters beside him and seize the fire.

"Who dares to step forward!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Guo Jing, who had been slumped over to the side, suddenly burst into the arena.

Although he was still seriously injured and his face was still pale, his fierce aura remained.

He crossed his palms and assumed the starting stance of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, unleashing a powerful and heavy force that pressed down on everyone like a mountain.

The person at the front paused, feeling a chill run down their spine from the sheer force of the attack.

Followed by.

"Swoosh," a sharp, piercing sound rang out.

Chen Qianyang swung his longsword.

He drew a trench about ten feet long on the ground in front of him.

The sword's aura was chilling, and shattered rocks flew everywhere.

"Anyone who crosses this sword's encirclement will die!"

Chen Qianyang coldly uttered four words.

He still held the ball of flame high in his left hand, letting the flames roll, but his face showed no sign of pain.

The blood-stained longsword was gripped in his right hand, its tip gleaming coldly.

No one doubted the weight of that sword strike.

The crowd stopped abruptly before the ravine, their faces contorted in disbelief as they watched the flames grow ever stronger.

Faced with the pressure from Guo Jing and Chen Qianyang, some people regained their senses.

But many more people fell into despair.

Black ashes drifted down slowly.

"It's gone...it's all gone..."

Some people bowed their heads and collapsed to the ground, while others wailed and cried.

Yue Buqun stood frozen in place, with the three experts from Mount Song following closely behind.

It left him completely powerless to move forward.

He watched as the last glimmer of red flame turned to ashes.

That ideal of revitalizing Mount Hua, that dream of dominating the martial arts world.

Everything was burned to ashes in that fire.

"puff--"

Yue Buqun felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood welled up inside him.

He clenched his teeth and forced himself to swallow the blood back down.

Don't vomit! Don't collapse! I am the Gentleman Sword! I am the Head of the Huashan Sect!

I am Yue Buqun. Even without the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, I have not yet failed.

Especially now, I need to pull myself together.

The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is an evil artifact that bewitches the mind.

Chen Qianyang, you did a great job burning it!

Yue Buqun's face twitched violently, and the veins at the corners of his eyes bulged.

If the resentment in his eyes could kill, Chen Qianyang would have been torn to pieces a thousand times over.

But at this crucial moment, he had to smile and praise.

How could a master not praise his disciple for doing such a righteous deed?

"well……"

Yue Buqun forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "Well done... This scourge... truly deserves to be destroyed! Qianyang... you did the right thing! Well done!"

Each word was uttered with extreme difficulty.

Chen Qianyang looked at his "mentor," at his appearance of being heartbroken yet pretending to be righteous and awe-inspiring.

I felt a little sorry for him.

His master lived in the glory of the Huashan Sect's dominance over the Five Sacred Mountains.

Taking the revitalization of Mount Hua as his own responsibility, he has put in a lot of effort for this.

Although it has been distorted, the original intention is still clear.

But none of this concerns me.

Chen Qianyang has his own path to walk.

A sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Master, you flatter me. I only did what I was supposed to do."

Chen Qianyang loosened his grip.

The last bit of ashes slipped through his fingers and landed at Yue Buqun's feet.

"This disciple is doing this for the sake of the righteous path of martial arts, and for Master's reputation. If such a demonic creature were to remain in the world, it would only cause more people to go astray and even... commit some shameful acts that are neither male nor female."

Yue Buqun swayed slightly, his smile growing even warmer.

"Master has misunderstood. Qianyang, you did well, good disciple!"

in the corner.

Lin Pingzhi remained slumped on the ground.

Until that last spark went out.

Until that legendary family heirloom was completely turned into trash.

He suddenly raised his head, and his once clear eyes were now filled with confusion and pain.

Why...?

He murmured to himself, his voice hoarse, "Father...Mother...is this what you risked your lives for? Is it really...worth it?"

He looked at those "heroes" who had just been killing each other, but were now crying and wailing because the sword manual had been destroyed.

Looking at Yue Buqun, who was usually respected, but whose expression was now unpredictable.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the aloof Chen Qianyang.

That fire destroyed the sword manual, and it also destroyed the last glimmer of hope he had for the martial world.

The righteous path? The evil path?

What difference does it make in the face of this damned desire?

"Haha...hahahaha..."

Lin Pingzhi suddenly laughed, his laughter low and suppressed, as if he were mocking the world, and also as if he were mocking his own incompetence.

He didn't know what to do in the future, nor how to avenge his family.

But he knew that some things could never be the same again.

【Ding! 】

A crisp system notification sounded in my mind:

[Key plot point changed: The Evil-Slaying Sword Manual disappears from the martial arts world!]

[Key figure's fate changes: Lin Pingzhi's destiny takes a dramatic turn, plunging him into a state of chaos!]

[Key figures' fates change: Yue Buqun's plan to seize the sword manual fails, and his hypocritical nature is severely damaged!]

[Current global flow change: 15%]

[Rewards being processed...]

Chen Qianyang ignored the system's reward and slowly sheathed his sword.

This farce has finally come to an end.

He jumped down from the Buddha statue and walked to Guo Jing's side.

"Brother Guo, Sister Huang."

Chen Qianyang's voice was calm.

"Let's go."

"This play is over."

Guo Jing looked at the mess on the ground and sighed deeply.

Huang Rong gave Chen Qianyang a deep look, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Just as he had said before, the young man had no desire for the peerless sword manual that everyone coveted.

Was his action truly motivated by a sense of righteousness?

She could clearly see the path her beloved Jing-gege was about to take, but this young man, ostensibly named Chen Qianyang, was different.

I find myself increasingly unable to understand myself.

Yang Guo followed Chen Qianyang with his head held high, and spat fiercely as he passed Wang Jiaju.

He appeared extremely proud.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the group strode out of the Lin family's old residence.

Sunlight streamed through the dilapidated roof, illuminating the bloodstained ground.

It also illuminated Yue Buqun's already crumbling face.

The wind blew by.

The ashes on the ground swirled and flew up.

The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual disappeared from the martial arts world from that time on.