The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

There was a wide open space halfway up Black Wind Mountain, which was completely enclosed and became the so-called "Hall of Gathering Righteousness".

At this moment, a banquet is being held in the hall.

The leader of Black Wind Stronghold, "Black Heart Tiger," sat on a tiger-skin chair, holding a woman in his arms.

On the table were a whole roasted lamb and jars of cloudy liquor.

The gang leaders each had a kidnapped woman in their arms, wantonly ravaging and defiled her.

During this period, the mountain stronghold developed rapidly, and it was beginning to resemble a powerful local force.

Black-Hearted Tiger, the leader, was extremely pleased with himself. He increased the force in his hands, causing the woman in his arms to gasp in surprise and bringing laughter to the whole village.

Just then, a henchman ran in from outside.

"The boss!"

Black-Hearted Tiger laughed and cursed, "So hasty, are you rushing to a funeral? Can't you see I'm having a good time?"

The henchman, ignoring his luggage, pointed outside and stammered, "An old Taoist priest... came up the mountain..."

"Taoist priest?"

Black-Hearted Tiger wiped the grease from his mouth. "Here to beg for alms? Chop me up and feed me to the dogs. Why bother me with such a trivial matter?"

"No...no." The henchman swallowed hard. "He said...he's here to join the gang."

"Join?"

Black Tiger paused for a moment, then grinned maliciously: "I'd like to see who dares to cause trouble here!"

Before the words were finished, an old Taoist priest carrying a broadsword slowly walked in.

Surrounded by bewildered henchmen, the gleaming swords sent a chill down his spine.

But the old Taoist priest seemed oblivious.

The black and white Taoist robe was now soaked in blood.

The once bulky broadsword was now riddled with nicks and chips.

"It's you?"

Black Tiger narrowed his eyes.

This old Taoist priest isn't here to join us; he's clearly here to cause trouble.

"This humble Taoist is Tian Shu."

Chen Qianyang stopped in his tracks, a smile playing on his lips.

"I heard you're short-handed here, so I've come to seek your help."

"Seek refuge with?"

Black-Hearted Tiger grinned maliciously, his fleshy face twitching. "My stronghold doesn't tolerate idlers. You say you want to join? What skills do you have?"

"ability?"

"Does killing count as a skill?"

"Hahahaha! Murder? Who here can't kill?" Black Tiger laughed. "Unless you can kill even more than them!"

"Amitabha Buddha. If that's the case, then I apologize for the inconvenience!"

The second-in-command, Soul Hook, let out a sneer, pushed the woman away from his arms, and stood up. "You old bastard, do you know where you are? How dare you cause trouble here!"

As he spoke, he touched the pair of hand hooks in his hands, and with lightning speed, he lunged straight at the old Taoist's face.

This second-in-command has excellent lightness skills, and his attacks are extremely vicious.

The double hooks were about to catch something.

The old Taoist priest didn't move at all.

"call--"

The old Taoist priest raised the iron sword he was dragging in his hand.

A casual horizontal shot!

The second-in-command felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and before he could change his move, the broad spine of the sword had already struck his face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The second-in-command didn't even utter a sound before flying sideways.

With a loud crash, drinks and food spilled all over the floor.

The second-in-command's head was already half flattened, and it was clear he was not going to survive.

The hall was deathly silent.

The old Taoist priest acted as if he had done something insignificant.

He walked over, grabbed a chicken leg from the table next to the second-in-command's corpse, took a bite, and frowned.

"It's too salty."

He casually tossed the chicken leg onto the corpse and looked up at the dumbfounded bandits.

"Who's next?"

"Hold!"

Black-Hearted Tiger suddenly stood up, kicking over the table in front of him. "This guy's got a problem! Take him by the shoulder! Chop him into mincemeat!"

"kill!"

"It seems you don't welcome me," the old Taoist chuckled. "Very well, I'll send you all to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss right now..."

"Hmm, this seems like something a monk should say, but you wicked people are probably destined for the deepest hell."

Ignoring the old Taoist's rambling, the remaining seven or eight leaders, along with dozens of henchmen who had poured into the hall, charged forward wielding their weapons.

Chen Qianyang watched the group of people rushing towards him and casually brandished the iron sword in his hand.

He didn't use the elegant swordsmanship of the Huashan School.

This broadsword is not suitable for those fancy moves either.

He used the Taishan School's Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai.

Heavy and hard.

A man wielding a ghost-head saber charged towards them, but before he could even raise the saber, Chen Qianyang's heavy sword had already slammed down on him.

"clang!"

The man, knife and all, was forced to his knees.

If the sword breaks, the person dies.

Chen Qianyang didn't even look. Using the force of the rebound, he twisted his waist and swept the heavy sword horizontally.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two heads shot into the sky.

He was like a tiger that had stormed into a flock of sheep.

Whether it's swords, spears, halberds, or flesh and blood.

Before the broadsword in his hand, there was no enemy who could withstand a single blow.

There were no fancy or elaborate tests.

It's a head-on collision, a crushing defeat of strength.

"Mount Tai collapsed!"

Chen Qianyang roared and slammed his heavy sword down.

The three leaders who tried to form a defensive formation were struck by the sword, causing them to drop their weapons and fly backward, spitting blood.

In the blink of an eye, half of the people who could stand in the hall had disappeared.

The ground was littered with severed limbs, and blood mixed with alcohol was up to ankle-deep.

Chen Qianyang leaned on his sword, panting heavily, his eyes revealing a chilling excitement.

"happy."

He casually picked up a bottle of strong liquor and gulped it down.

"These drinks are good, but you're not worthy!"

He muttered something under his breath, then drew his sword and walked towards Blackheart Tiger.

Blackheart Tiger's hand, gripping the axe, was trembling.

He had killed countless people and considered himself a ruthless character.

But he had never seen anyone like this old Taoist priest, who could kill people like cutting grass and still talk and laugh so casually.

"Who...who are you?"

"Didn't I already say that?"

Chen Qianyang grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "Tian Shu, just a nobody Taoist priest."

"Go to hell, I'll chop you up!"

Blackheart Tiger was driven to the brink of despair and unleashed its ferocity.

He roared, his muscles bulging, and swung his heavy axe in a wide arc, bringing a gust of wind as he cleaved down towards Chen Qianyang's skull.

This axe strike was powerful and heavy, enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Chen Qianyang did not dodge.

He simply bent his waist slightly, gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and swung it upwards with a sudden flick.

This move has a name: "Bright Moon Without Clouds".

"when--!!!"

A deafening roar.

Blackheart Tiger felt a violent tremor in his mouth, as if he had been struck by an iron mountain.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming force surged back along the axe handle.

"Snap!"

His arms couldn't withstand the immense force.

The axe flew out of his hand.

"ah--!"

Black Tiger screamed and fell backward, writhing on the ground in pain.

Chen Qianyang dragged his sword and walked step by step toward him.

The sword tip scraped against the bluestone slab, making a teeth-grinding sound.

"No...don't kill me!"

Black-Hearted Tiger finally broke down, "I have money! I buried three thousand taels of gold in the back mountain! I'll give it all to you! I'll give it all to you! Please, Taoist priest, spare my life!"

"money?"

Chen Qianyang tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"I am a monk, and I regard money as dirt."

"No! I have a woman! I have..."

"woman?"

Chen Qianyang's gaze swept over the pitiful women trembling in the corner, his eyes growing even colder.

He raised his heavy sword without the slightest hesitation.

"In your next life, remember to be a good person."

"And there's more!" The Taoist's lips twitched. "Even if I kill you, these things will still be mine!"

"No--"

"puff!"

The heavy sword fell.

The world is peaceful now.

Chen Qianyang sheathed his sword, his face expressionless.

He turned to look at the women huddled in the corner.

"I'm gone."

He said something casually, and without caring whether they understood or not, walked straight out.

Outside the door, there were hundreds of henchmen surrounding the entrance.

As the screams inside subsided, they hesitated, wondering whether to rush in.

The door opened.

The old Taoist priest, covered in blood, came out.

He carried the dulled heavy sword in his hand, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground with every step he took.

The henchmen looked at him, then at the pile of corpses behind him.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"The leader... is dead?"

Chen Qianyang stopped, raised his eyelids, and glanced at them.

"roll."

There is only one word.

"Splash—"

Weapons were scattered all over the ground.

These ruthless bandits, who were usually so fierce and menacing, now wished they had two more legs.

Chen Qianyang did not pursue.

He is too tired.

This pure release of energy, while exhilarating, is also extremely physically demanding.

However, it did dispel all the pent-up frustration he had been experiencing lately.

This feeling of acting spontaneously is also quite nice.

He walked to the entrance of the village, looked at the golden plaque that read "Acting on behalf of Heaven," and sneered.

"Does he even deserve it?"

With a flick of his wrist, the heavy sword flew out.

"Snap!"

The signboard was split in two.

Chen Qianyang walked up to the plaque and stretched out his finger.

The brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes.

Killing Taoist, Tian Shu

After finishing writing, he threw down the broken iron sword.

He summoned the sloppy horse beside him, swayed as he sat on it, and turned to go down the mountain.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his back, casting a long shadow.

The mountain wind blew by, ruffling his blood-stained Taoist robe.

Chen Qianyang pulled a hard, dry steamed bun from his pocket and took a bite.

"I was so busy playing that I should have eaten more chicken drumsticks earlier."

He muttered something, and his figure gradually disappeared at the end of the mountain path.

Today, Black Wind Stronghold is destroyed.

From this day forward, the name "Tian Shu Dao Ren" will resonate throughout the entire Southeast Green Forest Road.