The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Chapter 95 Tian Shu

Chen Qianyang stood up, wrapped up the Azure Water Sword, and carried it on his back.

He then took a broadsword from the ambushers.

This sword is heavy and clumsy, devoid of any beauty. Compared to the sword by the blue water, it lacks some sharpness but possesses a more savage quality.

"This humble Taoist is... Tian Shu."

He casually gave himself a name.

"Hmm, the Killing Daoist, Tian Shu."

This identity doesn't require adherence to any code of honor or concern for the prestige of prestigious sects.

Based solely on personal preference, and solely on matters of life and death.

……

I pushed open the door and stepped out of the inn.

The sinister old Taoist priest, with his hunched back, blended into the bustling crowd.

Nobody gave him a second glance.

Who would care about a destitute old Taoist priest who looks like he's half-buried in the ground?

Chen Qianyang was overjoyed and bought another horse to leave the city.

Heading west.

Without the flies bothering us, the journey was indeed much smoother.

However, the road ahead was not peaceful.

I don't know if it was because of the war in the north or some other reason.

The further west you go, the more homeless people and beggars you see on the road.

One by one, they were ragged, emaciated, and fleeing eastward with their families.

Occasionally, one can see unburied skeletons in the roadside grass.

"Old sage, please have mercy and give me some food..."

A emaciated woman, holding her child, knelt before Chen Qianyang, her eyes filled with despair.

Chen Qianyang reined in the horse and took out a piece of dry rations from his pocket, handing it over.

"What happened up ahead?"

"We fled from the north, hoping to settle down after crossing the Yangtze River, but unexpectedly..." The woman was overcome with grief, her voice choked with sobs, "Those soldiers are inhuman..."

"And those bandits from the Black Wind Thirteen Fortresses, those murderous beasts! They burned, killed, and looted! My husband... was hacked to death by them!"

"Black Wind Stronghold?"

Chen Qianyang narrowed his eyes.

"Yes! Black Wind Stronghold! This area for miles around belongs to them! The government doesn't care, the heroes don't come, and we common people... have no way to survive!"

Upon hearing these three words, the surrounding refugees all showed expressions of fear and resentment, echoing each other and weeping.

Chen Qianyang understood the question clearly: the so-called Black Wind Stronghold was actually a group of bandits in the area.

Because this area is mountainous and has long been occupied by mountains, the government has found it difficult to suppress them. Although they cause trouble in the area, it has always been just a minor disturbance.

However, with the war in the north, a large number of refugees and defeated soldiers came south.

The power of Black Wind Stronghold expanded rapidly.

Recently, it has absorbed several government troops that fled from the north, and its prestige has soared. While plundering local areas, it has even started to engage in the business of conquering cities and seizing territories.

With chaos looming, all sorts of demons and monsters have begun to stir.

It's the ordinary people who suffer.

Chen Qianyang listened to these cries and looked at the devastation.

A surge of anger burned within his chest.

Along the way, he was hunted down and plotted against, and was forced to change his appearance.

He had been holding back a fire in his heart for a long time.

"The Thirteen Linked Strongholds of Black Wind..."

Chen Qianyang licked his chapped lips, his eyes growing colder.

He was just looking for a place to vent his anger.

Since this world is so rotten, and since evil people are in power.

That would be worse than evil.

He might have some reservations about his previous identity.

But now he's just an ordinary hermit.

To act freely and according to one's whims.

Feng Qingyang once said that he was too deep and calculating, which was not a good thing for the way of martial arts.

But as he traveled, he navigated through various conspiracies, walking on thin ice, so how could he not plan three steps ahead for every one he took?

Now that he has lost this identity, he can take this opportunity to temper his sword spirit and alleviate the depression he has been experiencing for many days.

Having considered it carefully, Chen Qianyang was filled with great excitement.

"You wicked scoundrel! This humble Taoist priest will see him off today."

After saying that, he spurred his horse against the flow of people and headed towards what he called "hell".

His figure was desolate, yet it carried a chilling murderous intent.

……

Black Wind Mountain is as treacherous as a black tiger crouching on the ground.

The thirteen mountain strongholds were built against the mountain, forming a defensive perimeter that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

This was also the reliance that this group of mountain bandits had relied on for so many years.

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain in front of the village gate, several henchmen were idly gossiping about the young women and wives they had abused during the raid the day before.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter when he got excited.

Suddenly, a hunched figure appeared at the end of the mountain path.

It was an old Taoist priest riding a bad horse.

"Hey! What am I? An old man, what bad luck!"

"Where did this old bastard come from? Don't you want to live? How dare you trespass on Black Wind Mountain?"

Chen Qianyang ignored him and continued to ride forward at a leisurely pace.

In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the gate of the village.

"stop!"

The henchmen surrounded him, holding gleaming steel knives in front of him.

"Old man, are you deaf? This is Black Wind Stronghold!"

"Look at the bundle behind that horse, it looks quite heavy."

"Fine, we haven't made a sale yet, let's start with this old bastard."

Chen Qianyang looked up and chuckled awkwardly.

He completely disregarded the menacing-looking henchmen in front of him.

He brushed the dust off his clothes, clearly puzzled.

"Oh, Black Wind Stronghold, yes, I've come to join them."

"Join?"

The henchmen were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Did I hear that right? This old coffin-stuffer is going to join the group?"

"Old man, you've almost lost all your teeth, haven't you? Can you even lift a knife?"

"Go back and wait to die! Don't embarrass yourself here!"

Laughter and insults rose and fell.

"Young people these days have no manners at all. Whether I can handle a knife or not, why don't you try and see?"

"Hey! This old geezer's pretty arrogant!"

The leader's face darkened. "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish! Brothers, kill him!"

Several steel knives slashed down with a whooshing sound.

Chen Qianyang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Until the very moment the blade was about to strike.

He casually swung the broadsword in his hand.

There were no fancy moves.

It was just a simple sweep.

"call--"

The heavy iron sword stirred up a gust of evil wind.

"Snap! Snap!"

That was the sound of bones breaking, and the sound of weapons snapping.

Three henchmen, along with their knives, were swept away by this sword.

A person in mid-air is already deformed and clearly not going to survive.