The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

For a moment, the atmosphere in the teahouse became subtle.

The martial arts practitioners at the surrounding tables also noticed something was wrong. They lowered their voices, and some even placed their hands on their weapons.

Qu Yang frowned, and under that piercing gaze, all the muscles in his body tensed instinctively.

Had they been recognized?

Once his identity as an elder of the cult is exposed, he will inevitably face endless trouble in Hengyang, a place teeming with righteous people.

He didn't want to cause trouble at this critical juncture.

But the old man's gaze was too direct, making him wary.

Qu Yang twitched his fingers slightly, and several Black Blood Divine Needles were already in his palm, his inner strength flowing secretly.

Just as tensions were about to rise...

"Bang!"

A loud bang shattered the silence.

It came from the table behind Qu Yang.

A man completely shrouded in a black cloak suddenly sprang up!

This person moved extremely quickly.

Our target is the old Taoist priest in red robes right across the street!

In mid-air, the cloak exploded.

A bright, gleaming blade of light shot out from the cloak like a venomous snake, accompanied by a sharp, whistling sound, aimed straight at the old Taoist's face!

This strike was swift and ruthless, clearly premeditated, waiting only for the old Taoist to lose focus before taking his life.

"Go to hell, you old bastard!"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the teahouse.

No one expected that this person was actually a hidden master.

Even more unexpectedly, he suddenly attacked the old Taoist priest.

however.

Faced with this sudden slash, the old Taoist priest didn't even blink.

Just as the blade was about to cleave his forehead, his right hand moved casually.

The broadsword, as if weightless, stood abruptly upright in front of him.

"when--!!!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The cloaked man's determined strike landed squarely on the broadsword's thick spine.

It was like hitting a metal plate.

The immense recoil caused the cloaked man's hand to split open, and he nearly dropped the steel knife from his grasp.

The old Taoist priest remained completely still.

Not a single drop of wine was spilled from the bowl.

"Too light, didn't you eat?"

His tone was full of disdain.

The next moment, the broadsword in his hand moved.

They suppressed it simply, brutally, and without reason.

The cloaked man was terrified and could only hurriedly parry with his sword.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The cloaked man was sent flying and crashed heavily into a pillar.

The wooden stake snapped with a "crack," the thatched roof swayed precariously, and dust fell in clumps, covering the surrounding tea drinkers.

"good!"

Qu Feiyan couldn't help but gasp softly.

That old Taoist priest has such domineering kung fu!

That last slap, seemingly casual, actually demonstrated profound inner strength and a graceful ease.

The cloaked man struggled to his feet; the cloak had already fallen off, revealing a somewhat wealthy face.

But at this moment, his face was covered in blood and dust, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

"You old bastard! You've gone too far!"

The cloaked man pointed at Chen Qianyang and began to curse.

"I've already hidden here, and you still won't let me go?!"

He turned to the bewildered and uncertain martial arts practitioners around him.

"That old bastard! He coveted my family's treasure, and when I refused to give it to him, he... he killed my whole family!"

My entire family of thirty-one! He killed them all! He didn't even spare a three-year-old child!

He robbed my family of their wealth and wanted to kill me completely, so he chased me all the way here!

This is no justice under the guise of divine retribution! This is clearly robbery and murder!

He spoke these words with tears streaming down his face, appearing utterly miserable.

Combined with his already plump face, it was truly a sight to behold, enough to break one's heart and bring tears to the eyes of anyone who heard of it.

The wandering swordsmen in the teahouse immediately stirred.

"What? Annihilation of an entire family for their treasure?"

"That's too ruthless!"

"This Taoist priest doesn't look like a good person at all; he's full of vile energy. I never expected him to be so vicious!"

"They don't even spare three-year-old children, and they call themselves monks?"

Many people looked at Chen Qianyang with more disdain and hostility.

Although the world of martial arts is a dog-eat-dog world, such actions ultimately angered the public.

Several hot-blooded young heroes couldn't contain themselves any longer, placing their hands on their sword hilts, wanting to "uphold justice."

Qu Feiyan was also stunned for a moment, her eyes showing some hesitation.

"Grandpa, is this old Taoist priest... really a bad person?"

Although she was clever and quirky, she was still quite naive and inexperienced in the ways of the world. When she first heard such a horrific accusation, she was a little apprehensive.

Qu Yang didn't speak, but his brows furrowed even more.

Having traveled the martial world for many years, he knew all too well the wickedness of human nature, and the cloaked man's words made him feel that something was amiss.

And this person seems somewhat familiar.

As for the old Taoist priest, although he was full of murderous intent, there was no trace of malevolence in his aura.

Judging from his experience in the martial arts world, he doesn't seem like someone who kills indiscriminately.

"Don't rush, let's take another look."

The old Taoist priest, Chen Qianyang, slowly stood up.

Carrying the broadsword, she walked step by step toward the cloaked man.

That invisible sense of oppression instantly silenced the crowd that had been chattering just moments before.

"Are you done talking?"

"Are these your last words?"

"What...what do you want to do? Are you trying to kill me in front of so many people?"

"Murder to silence them?"

Chen Qianyang sneered.

"I, a humble Taoist priest, need no excuse to commit murder."

"However, since you want everyone to judge the matter so much, then I will give you a chance."

His gaze swept over the crowd around him, finally settling on the cloaked man, his eyes like knives.

"Luo Hao, the master of Liufeng Manor, is that you?"

The moment those three words were uttered, a slight commotion arose in the crowd.

"In the eighteenth year of the Dahua era, in order to seize the Li family's tea garden, they colluded with the government to frame the Li family for being accomplices to bandits, resulting in the exile of the male members of the Li family and the forced prostitution of all the female members."

"In the nineteenth year of the Dahua era, he encountered a caravan on the road. Seeing the wealth, he was tempted to kill and rob, leaving the bodies in the wilderness. He did not even spare a six-year-old child."

"Last month, you forcibly took a woman from the village. When she refused, you raped her to death in front of her parents and then set fire to her entire family home."

With each sentence Chen Qianyang spoke, he took a step forward.

With each step he took, the murderous aura around him intensified.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm and resonant.

"Which of these incidents, each and every one of them, wasn't utterly heinous? Which one didn't arouse the wrath of both gods and men?"

"Throughout my journey westward, I have only killed those who deserved to die!"

"You say I covet your wealth? Your blood-stained money is too dirty for me to handle!"

"You say I wiped out your entire family? Hmph, everyone in your Liufeng Manor is an accomplice to evil; there are no innocent people among them!"

Chen Qianyang slammed his broadsword into the ground, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"I will kill you today, what do you have to say for yourself!"

As he spoke, the cloaked man's face grew paler and paler.

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, you know it in your heart." Chen Qianyang pointed his sword.

"Ah! I remember now!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed, pointing at the cloaked man.

"He's Luo Hao, the so-called 'Butcher Luo'!"

"That's right! It's him! The tyrant of southern Jiangxi, known as the master of Liufeng Manor who has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles."

"I heard he was a member of the Demonic Sect. I never imagined he would be chased all the way here."

One stone stirs up a thousand waves. Public opinion reverses instantly.

The crowd that had been glaring angrily at Chen Qianyang just moments before now turned their guns on Luo Rentu.

"Damn it! This kind of villain deserves to be killed by everyone!"

"Well done, Taoist priest!"

"The Taoist priest is truly ridding the people of a scourge! I was almost deceived by this villain!"

When Luo Hao realized that his identity had been exposed, his last bit of pretense was completely torn away.

"Fine! So what if I am Luo Hao? You damned old Taoist priest, don't think you've already won!"

He suddenly turned around, brandished the steel knife in his hand, and pointed it at Qu Yang, who had remained silent to the side.

"Elder Qu Yang! Are you planning to just sit there and watch the show?"