The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

a few days later.

Although the fire that broke out in Xiangyang Lane that day has been extinguished, its residual heat is slowly fermenting throughout the entire city of Fuzhou.

Taibai Residence in the east of the city.

The lobby was bustling with noise.

"Snapped!"

The square table was slammed down hard.

The speaker was a burly man with a fierce face, one foot on a bench, holding a large bowl of wine in his hand, looking excited.

"You weren't there that day! The scene that day, well, wow!"

The man clearly attracted everyone's attention.

The man gestured casually, his voice rising eight octaves, "That day at the Lin family's old mansion, it was a bloodbath! Hundreds of martial arts heroes were fighting tooth and nail for that peerless sword manual! Just then..."

He deliberately dragged out the tone, whetting the appetite of those around him.

A streak of azure light descended from the sky! There stood Chen Qianyang, the young hero of the Huashan Sect, eight feet tall and with a waist eight feet circumference—no, not a bucket. In short, he was incredibly imposing! Holding a peerless sword, he leaped onto the Buddha's head and roared: "You wretched creatures!"

"And then?" The audience members next to me craned their necks.

"And then? Hey! Guess what?" The man took a big gulp of wine. "He casually waved his hand, and a sword aura three zhang long appeared! What young master of the Golden Saber Sect, what bald monk of the Southern Shaolin Temple, they all died upon touching him, perished upon being near him! In the end, he saw through the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual as a scourge, and without coveting it, he burned it to ashes in front of all the heroes of the world! Truly a display of courage and skill!"

"Great!" came cheers from the surrounding crowd.

"This is what you call a hero emerging from among the young!"

"I've heard that young hero Chen has three heads and six arms, and is a celestial being descended to earth..."

In the corner, at a quiet table by the window.

Chen Qianyang paused slightly in the hand holding the wine glass, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Three heads and six arms? Eight feet waist?

If this rumor continues for another two days, I'm afraid I'll turn into Nezha in the temple.

"Pfft."

Sitting opposite her, Huang Rong couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Although she was dressed simply in a plain dress today, it could not conceal her exceptionally beautiful and intelligent spirit.

Those beautiful eyes swept over Chen Qianyang, and she said teasingly, "Brother Chen, listen to this! Three-zhang sword energy, stars descending to earth. The storytellers in Fuzhou are probably no match for these drinkers. You've truly become famous overnight, your name resounds throughout the southeast."

Chen Qianyang shook his head with a wry smile and finished the remaining wine in his cup.

"Sister, please don't tease me." He put down his wine glass and said helplessly, "What good is this reputation? As the saying goes, 'The tallest tree in the forest catches the most wind.' This reputation can be a death warrant."

People in the martial arts world are the most pragmatic.

Today you're hailed as a god, tomorrow you'll become the target of public criticism; who wouldn't want to use this opportunity to gain fame?

Moreover, while burning the sword manual was righteous, it also dashed the hopes of countless people. Those who secretly hated him were probably far more numerous than those who admired him.

A large hand reached out and filled Chen Qianyang's cup to the brim.

It was Guo Jing.

After a few days of rest, his complexion has become much rosier.

The healing chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, which rivals the creation of heaven and earth, is indeed extraordinary. The internal injuries I suffered from Duan Yanqing and Beisu Qingfeng that day have already healed by about 70-80%.

"My dear brother, please don't worry too much."

Guo Jing's voice was deep and resonant: "Upholding justice is like rowing against the current; it inevitably involves thorns and suspicion. That day, your sword strike severed countless greedy desires and saved the orphan of the Lin family. This was a great act of benevolence and righteousness. Having acted righteously, you have a clear conscience. What are a few underhanded tricks worth mentioning?"

Chen Qianyang looked into Guo Jing's clear eyes and felt a slight stirring in his heart.

This is Guo Jing.

Even in this treacherous world, he still sees the world in black and white.

"Brother Guo is right." Chen Qianyang bowed and accepted the lesson: "I have learned my lesson."

Huang Rong, however, had no interest in hearing such grand principles. With a half-smile, she said, "Let's put this matter aside for now. Brother, I do have a question."

"Please speak, sister."

"That day in Xiangyang Alley, your master Yue Buqun..." Huang Rong deliberately lowered her voice, "His behavior didn't seem like the gentlemanly image he was portrayed to be. Now that it's all over, doesn't he hold any grudge against you, his disciple who 'acted on his own'?"

Chen Qianyang found it amusing.

Huang Rong seemed to enjoy watching herself in her embarrassing state, and would tease herself from time to time.

Clearly, others might not have seen through Yue Buqun's loss of composure that day, as well as his final "righteous indignation," but how could Huang Rong not see through it?

Chen Qianyang's expression changed slightly, and he let out a long sigh, his face showing a pained look.

"Sister Huang, Brother Guo."

He spoke earnestly, "To be honest, my master did lose his composure that day... But let's be fair, that was the 'Evil-Repelling Sword Manual'! It's a peerless martial art capable of dominating the martial arts world!"

In this world, facing such temptations, how many people, besides true heroes like Brother Guo, can remain unmoved?

Master bears the weight of the rise and fall of the Huashan sect on his shoulders; the pressure he faces is unimaginable to ordinary people.

It's only human nature to be blinded by greed and make a mistake.

Chen Qianyang's tone was full of "defense" for his mentor:

"Fortunately, at the last moment, my master realized his mistake and returned to the right path. In the past few days, whenever he mentioned this matter, he was filled with remorse. He not only did not blame me for my decisive action of burning the sword manual, but also praised me highly, saying that it preserved his integrity in his later years and also preserved the reputation of Mount Hua."

A master and disciple are like father and son. Now that my master has repented, I, as his disciple, should only show him even greater respect. How could I possibly hold any grudges?

These words were spoken with sincerity and without any flaws.

It acknowledges Yue Buqun's loss of composure, attributes it to "human nature," and ultimately elevates it to the level of deep teacher-student affection.

Guo Jing nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, and exclaimed, "To know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue. Headmaster Yue's ability to have such a self-reflective heart truly makes him worthy of being a grandmaster."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at the sound of it.

If she believed this nonsense, she wouldn't be Huang Rong from Peach Blossom Island.

"Alright, alright," Huang Rong said irritably, tapping Chen Qianyang's forehead. "You little rascal, you're really fiercely protective of your own. Boasting like this, and even trying to glorify your master—your skin is as thick as the city walls of Fuzhou! You're utterly shameless!"

Chen Qianyang chuckled and didn't refute, "Sister is right, brother will punish himself with a drink."

The three clinked glasses, and the atmosphere instantly became much more relaxed.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the tavern entrance.

A beggar rushed in.

"Master Guo! Master Guo!"

The beggar's voice was hoarse as he held a letter aloft. "Urgent message from headquarters! Extremely urgent!"

The noise in the tavern instantly quieted down.

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the Beggars' Sect is the largest sect in the world and has the best information network.

Although Guo Jing and Huang Rong were not disciples of the Beggars' Sect, they were both disciples of Hong Qigong and had a close relationship with the Beggars' Sect.

What could be so urgent?

Guo Jing abruptly stood up and solemnly accepted the letter.

"It's Chief Steve Jobs!"

As the letter was unfolded, Guo Jing's resolute face was filled with solemnity.

"Has the situation really gotten this serious...?"