The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

West of Fuzhou City.

On the winding mountain road, Chen Qianyang was riding his horse at full speed.

Although it is early summer, the wind in the mountains and forests still carries a bit of coolness.

From the moment he left Fuzhou, he had a feeling that he was being watched.

"It seems some people don't want me to leave so easily."

"Come out."

"You've been following me all this way, aren't you tired?"

"Hahaha! What a sharp-witted lad!"

A burst of wild laughter came from deep within the woods.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen figures surrounded Chen Qianyang.

These people were dressed in different clothes, and each of them had a fierce look. They were obviously powerful figures in the underworld who had been living on the edge of a knife for many years.

The leader, a one-eyed man, grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "This must be Young Master Chen of the Huashan Sect. We've heard so much about you! We brothers have been waiting here for quite some time!"

"Did you need something?"

"It's nothing, we just wanted to borrow something from you, young hero." The one-eyed man chuckled. "We heard you acquired a peerless sword manual in Xiangyang Alley? We brothers are all roughnecks, we've never seen anything like this before, and we'd like to borrow it to broaden our horizons. Would you do us the honor?"

"Sword manual? Would you believe me if I said I burned it?"

"Burned? You're kidding me!" The one-eyed man spat. "It's all over the martial arts world! It was a charade put on by Yue Buqun and you! The real sword manual is on you! Kid, you'd better hand it over now, or I might leave you a whole corpse, otherwise..."

He brandished the ghost-headed saber in his hand, "Kill them, but don't bury them!"

"really……"

Chen Qianyang sighed inwardly.

The speed at which these rumors spread was faster than a plague.

But who exactly is behind this? Is it the Songshan Sect?

This person is determined to kill themselves.

However, even such a clown trying to jump around can't stop me.

"You want the sword manual?"

Chen Qianyang drew his sword.

"Then I'll trade my life for it."

"He won't listen to reason, so he'll have to suffer the consequences! Brothers, let's go! Chop him up!"

At One-Eyed Dragon's command, more than a dozen underworld experts swarmed forward.

The clash of swords and the shadows of blades instantly engulfed Chen Qianyang.

However, just moments later...

"ah--!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Those seemingly fierce attacks were full of flaws in Chen Qianyang's eyes.

With just one set of skilled Huashan sword techniques, he moved through the crowd like a dragon playing with a phoenix.

With a flash of sword light, someone will inevitably fall.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a whole bunch of people were lying on the ground.

"You...you stay away!"

The one-eyed man retreated step by step until he had his back against a big tree, with nowhere left to go.

"explain."

Chen Qianyang's voice was icy cold. "Who told you I was here? And who spread these rumors?"

"I...I really didn't know! I just heard it from the underworld! Someone put a bounty of five thousand taels of silver for your head! They even said the sword manual is on you! We...we were completely bewitched..."

"A bounty?" Chen Qianyang frowned. "Who put it on?"

"No... I don't know! It's an anonymous bounty! The entire Southeast Greenbelt knows about it!"

"very good."

With a flick of his wrist, Chen Qianyang's longsword pierced through Chen Qianyang's chest.

These so-called outlaws were nothing more than thieves who robbed and plundered.

He naturally wouldn't hold back against someone like that.

Moreover, killing is also a form of deterrence.

"Five thousand taels of silver...that's quite a sum."

........

In the following days, just as One-Eyed Dragon had said, Chen Qianyang seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest.

Wherever he went, waves of assassins would inexplicably appear.

Poisoning, traps, sneak attacks... all sorts of underhanded tactics are employed.

Although most of these people were mediocre in martial arts and posed no real threat to him, their endless harassment was extremely annoying to him.

You have to test for poison before eating, you have to sleep with one eye open, and you even have to be careful of traps when you go to the outhouse.

The intense mental strain is more unbearable than physical exhaustion.

This must be the purpose of the person behind the scenes.

By relentlessly attacking and exhausting himself, he was driven to collapse in this endless fear and fatigue.

That's quite a clever plan.

.......

A deserted town in western Fujian.

Chen Qianyang led his horse into this desolate place.

The sound of horses' hooves seemed particularly abrupt.

He stopped in his tracks.

"Where are you from? Show yourself!"

"snort!"

A cold snort rang out.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of green figures darted out like ghosts.

Judging from the attire, it belongs to the Qingcheng School.

He killed Yu Canghai, the leader of Qingcheng Sect, on that day, which can be considered as incurring a blood feud with Qingcheng.

Although the sect leader is gone, the Qingcheng Sect has dominated Sichuan for over a hundred years, possessing profound cultural heritage and numerous skilled fighters.

Once the will to retaliate is decided, its power is unimaginable.

Setting up an ambush here suggests they intended to kill him in this desolate wilderness.

The visitor didn't waste any words.

His first move was a deadly strike.

A dozen or so bone-piercing nails, gleaming with a deep blue light, interspersed with steel needles as fine as cow hair, rained down on Chen Qianyang's major acupoints.

It is the ultimate skill of the Qingcheng School – "Nine Strikes of the Qing Character" and "Eighteen Breaks of the Cheng Character".

Chen Qianyang's eyes narrowed.

The Qingcheng Sect has really gone all out this time.

Compared to those rabble before, these people are far superior.

The number of people was even greater than the number that Yu Canghai brought to Fuzhou City that day.

Facing the incoming hidden weapon.

He suddenly leaned back, gliding along the horse's belly to avoid the first wave of projectiles.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The horse behind him didn't even have time to neigh before it was riddled with bullets and crashed to the ground.

"kill!"

At a command.

The surrounding green shadows rapidly approached, longswords were drawn, and a continuous flash of cold light emanated from them.

Their movements were methodical and well-coordinated, forming a tight-knit sword formation.

The three leading figures were tall and imposing, and were none other than the three of the so-called "Four Heroes of Qingcheng" of the Qingcheng Sect: Hou Renying, Hong Renxiong, and Yu Renhao.

Behind them stood an elderly man with gray hair and beard, his eyes sinister, carrying a thick-backed sword.

Clearly, he held a superior position within the Qingcheng Sect.

"Chen Qianyang! You killed my master and destroyed the foundation of my Qingcheng Sect! Today, you will pay for this crime in blood!"

Hou Renying roared and thrust his longsword straight at Chen Qianyang's throat.

This sword strike was as fast as lightning.

Chen Qianyang parried with his sword.

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

My arm feels slightly numb.

These people are far stronger than the bandits from before.

What's worse is that they don't follow the unwritten rules of the underworld, like fighting alone.

Hou Renying's sword strike failed, and Hong Renxiong and Yu Renhao's swords attacked Chen Qianyang's ribs from both sides.

The Qingcheng disciples behind him thrust out their longswords, sealing off all his escape routes.

This is the foundation of a prestigious and upright family.

Once the facade crumbles, this systematic method of killing is far beyond what the roughnecks of the martial arts world can achieve.

Chen Qianyang was immediately caught in a fierce battle.

Although he possessed the Nine Swords of Dugu, the enemy outnumbered him too much.

Often, just as you see through one person's weakness, another's sword is already at the ready.

They also had to be constantly wary of that Qingcheng elder who hadn't made a move yet.

That old guy was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

"puff!"

Chen Qianyang let out a muffled groan.

The sleeve of his left arm was torn, revealing a bloody mark.

This was the first time he had been injured in many days.

"Give it your all! He's dying!"

Yu Renhao was overjoyed at the sight and his sword strikes became even faster.

A fierce glint flashed in Chen Qianyang's eyes.

Can't do it?

joke.

Since we're here, let's not leave.