The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

He hadn't seen Feng Qingyang since his last visit to the Cliff of Contemplation. He didn't know what had happened to Feng Qingyang, or if he was still on Jade Maiden Peak. He wanted to talk to Feng Qingyang, but he couldn't find him.

Linghu Chong didn't see Feng Qingyang again, and sighed inwardly as he prepared to leave.

However, just before leaving, a voice rang out from behind.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? Are you afraid others won't know I'm living in seclusion here?"

Linghu Chong turned around in surprise.

"Grand Uncle!"

Feng Qingyang looked at him speechlessly.

"I told you last time not to come looking for me anymore, but you just let it go in one ear and out the other?"

As he spoke, Feng Qingyang glanced at Linghu Chong's empty hands, his expression showing even more disdain.

They didn't even bring any alcohol.

"Grand Uncle, I..."

Linghu Chong chuckled and scratched his head, about to speak, when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Linghu Chong frowned as he observed Feng Qingyang's complexion. He had just noticed a fleeting, sallow hue on Feng Qingyang's face, like gold leaf, though it disappeared quickly.

"Grand Uncle, what's wrong?"

Chapter 479: Linghu Chong and Feng Qingyang (Bonus Chapter 1/2)

Feng Qingyang frowned.

"What? What happened?"

Linghu Chong asked worriedly, "Are you unwell?"

Feng Qingyang rolled his eyes.

"Nonsense, I'm very healthy, I could beat you eight times without even taking a breath."

Linghu Chong was speechless.

Seeing that Feng Qingyang was still speaking with a strong voice, Linghu Chong felt a little relieved.

He might have really misread it.

"Grand Uncle, if you are not feeling well, you must see a doctor. Don't delay, or it will be too late."

Out of good intentions, Linghu Chong reminded Feng Qingyang not to avoid seeking medical treatment for his illness.

Feng Qingyang's face darkened with anger.

"You little brat, you just want me to die, don't you? I still have more than ten years to live!"

Feng Qingyang is already old, and he's only one day away from living. Now that Linghu Chong is saying this, people can't help but worry about what they fear most. What you fear most is what you get. Linghu Chong's words are no different from cursing him, which makes Feng Qingyang so angry that he can't help but swear.

"Nian, nian, nian, even if nothing's wrong, you'll make it sound like something's wrong! You know, you learn to talk at three and stay silent your whole life, right? If you keep talking like that to people outside, you'll get beaten to death sooner or later."

Linghu Chong, having been thoroughly scolded, awkwardly shut up.

After calming down for a while, Feng Qingyang glared at him.

"What do you want with me?"

"Grand Uncle, a lot has happened this past year."

Linghu Chong quickly replied.

His purpose in coming to find Feng Qingyang was precisely this: he wanted to tell Feng Qingyang about the changes in the Huashan Sect.

Feng Qingyang frowned, instinctively wanting to say that the current state of the Huashan Sect was none of his business, but the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to say them.

Linghu Chong didn't understand Feng Qingyang's thoughts and was about to speak when Feng Qingyang stopped him.

"Just talk? Where's the wine?"

Feng Qingyang gestured to Linghu Chong's hands with his eyes.

"oh oh."

Linghu Chong realized what was happening, but instead of going down the mountain, he went straight into the cave and soon came out with two jars.

"You hid the wine in the cave?"

Feng Qingyang was taken aback when he saw this.

Linghu Chong nodded. "Yes."

It wasn't a good place to store wine at the foot of the mountain, so he moved all his stock to the cave at the Cliff of Contemplation.

This is a good place; almost no one else comes here except him. It's safe and secluded.

Feng Qingyang looked into the cave and asked, "How many jars did you hide?"

Linghu Chong plopped down and casually replied, "Seven or eight jars, I don't know."

Feng Qingyang nodded thoughtfully, then sat down opposite Linghu Chong.

"Go ahead."

puff~

Linghu Chong pulled out the cork of the wine and took a swig, then began to talk about their descent from Mount Hua last year.

When Feng Qingyang heard Jiang Ning announce in front of everyone that he would take full responsibility for Lin Pingzhi's affairs, he couldn't help but show a strange expression.

"According to what you've said, your junior brother is indeed a man of great spirit."

Normally, one would choose to shift the blame, transferring the matter of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual to someone else, such as the Demonic Sect, Zuo Lengchan, or others. However, Jiang Ning did the opposite, taking the blame upon himself. He claimed to have the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual even though he didn't actually possess it. This made Feng Qingyang realize that Jiang Ning was indeed quite unique.

Linghu Chong then recounted a series of events, including some that occurred on Mount Song.

Feng Qingyang's expression remained unchanged when he heard about the previous events, including the arrival of Ren Woxing. However, his expression hardened when he heard Fang Zheng's words, which indicated his intention to stop the bloody battle between the Huashan and Songshan factions.

"You mean Fang Zheng won't let you take the medicine?"

Linghu Chong was furious upon hearing this: "Yes, Master Fangzheng said there was no evidence for what Zuo Lengchan did, and he doesn't want us to fight."

Feng Qingyang remained expressionless, lost in thought.

“Tell me about this from the beginning, in detail. Tell me what happened, who said what, and don’t miss a single detail.”

Although Linghu Chong didn't understand why Feng Qingyang wanted to do this, he still explained everything as requested.

Feng Qingyang listened expressionlessly without interrupting, and didn't say anything after he finished listening.

"Grand Uncle?"

Linghu Chong asked a question.

Feng Qingyang glanced at him. "Let's continue with what happened next."

"Yes."

Linghu Chong nodded and then continued, recounting how they distributed the property of the victims in Dengfeng, attended the Emei Sect's ceremony in Emei, heard the news of Jiang Ning's fake death, Yue Buqun's hair turned white overnight, and finally the re-formation of the alliance between the five sects of Huashan and Emei.

Feng Qingyang remained calm throughout, his expression unchanged.

"Grand Uncle, that's all."

Linghu Chong laughed and said, "Under the leadership of my master, my Huashan Sect has grown stronger day by day, and now we are the leader of the Weiyi Alliance. In the future, the Huashan Sect will surely rise again."

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly and said nothing.

Gudong.

Linghu Chong took another sip of wine and laughed.

"By the way, Grand Uncle, Master has decided to make Junior Brother Jiang Ning the head of the Huashan Sect."

Feng Qingyang was slightly surprised upon hearing this, and glanced at Linghu Chong's expression.

"Looking at you like this, Yue Buqun didn't give you the position of sect leader, but gave it to your junior brother instead, and you feel relieved?"

Linghu Chong gulped down a few more mouthfuls of wine and laughed heartily, "Actually, I know my own abilities. I have no ability to manage a sect, nor do I want to. It's actually to my liking that Master gave the position of sect leader to Junior Brother Jiang Ning."

Linghu Chong doesn't have a strong desire for power and status; he doesn't value those things. What he cares about is Yue Lingshan. Before, he was afraid that if he couldn't become the sect leader, Yue Lingshan wouldn't be able to marry him. Now, whether he becomes the sect leader or not, Yue Lingshan is his. Linghu Chong doesn't care much about these external things.

"Besides, being the sect leader is not necessarily a good thing."

Linghu Chong said another sentence.

Although he seems carefree, his mind is as clear as a mirror.

He knew that accepting something meant bearing the corresponding responsibility, and he knew he couldn't shoulder such a heavy burden as the Huashan Sect.

Hearing his pathetic attitude, Feng Qingyang rolled his eyes.

"You do have some self-awareness."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Feng Qingyang glared at him and snatched both the wine jar from Linghu Chong's hand and the other jar from the stone.

"Stop drinking. There are only two jars in total, and you've already drunk one and a half. What am I supposed to drink?"

Linghu Chong felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this.

He was overcome by his craving for alcohol and couldn't resist.

"Alright, alright, now that you've finished talking, hurry up and leave, don't bother me."

Feng Qingyang was already waving people away.

Linghu Chong looked rather regretful upon hearing this, as he still had much to say to Feng Qingyang.

However, since Feng Qingyang was already urging him to leave, Linghu Chong could not stay any longer and could only stand up and bow to Feng Qingyang.

"Take care, Grand Uncle. Your grand-disciple will come to visit you again when you have time."

Feng Qingyang was too lazy to tell him to stop bothering him. Hearing this, he waved his hand repeatedly without even turning his head.

Feng Qingyang only turned around and fell into deep thought after Linghu Chong descended the mountain.

Much later.

Feng Qingyang shook his head slightly, got up and prepared to return to his cave, but before leaving, he seemed to remember something, turned around and walked into the cave on the Cliff of Contemplation. After a while, he left with eight jars of wine, having looted all of Linghu Chong's supplies.