Starting with Naruto, I'll become stronger through my own efforts.

In Xia Zuo's memory, the novel describes Tian Boguang going up the mountain at dusk.

However, he did not completely believe the records of this point in time. Since he had traveled through time, there might be changes in the details.

Xia Zuo went to the kitchen to get a few dry biscuits as provisions, filled a gourd with boiling water, returned to the dormitory, took his longsword, and went to stake out near the mountain gate.

Although the path to the Huashan Sect and the path to the Cliff of Contemplation are not the same, the sect gate is the only way through. Xia Zuo must stay here to prevent Tian Boguang from turning back and going to the sect halfway.

The disciples of the Huashan Sect were not only Yue Buqun's disciples. In addition to Yue Lingshan, there were also female disciples taken in by Master Ning Zezhong. They did not live or practice martial arts with the male disciples.

If Tian Boguang were to break into the Huashan Sect, given his scoundrel reputation, the reputations of all eight young women from the Huashan Sect would be completely ruined.

Apart from Yue Lingshan, who intended to marry Linghu Chong, Ning Zezhong's seven female disciples will likely meet a tragic end.

For the sake of the Huashan Sect and its members, Xia Zuo must first ensure that Tian Boguang does not enter the Huashan Sect.

The whole day has passed, and there are many people coming and going at the gate of Mount Hua: Taoist priests on the mountain, pilgrims who come to offer incense and fulfill their vows, and porters who carry grain, rice, oil, salt, fruits and vegetables.

As the sun began to set, a porter caught Xia Zuo's attention.

The carrying pole he was carrying had two large bamboo baskets tied to both ends. Xia Zuo's sharp eyes peered through the gaps in the bamboo baskets and saw dark brown jars. Whether they contained oil or wine, the load weighed around 150 jin (approximately 75 kg).

Although many porters can carry heavier loads, their steps would never be so light and quick, as if they were empty-handed.

Most importantly, no porter would wear leather boots; they don't have that much money to waste, and boots aren't suitable for climbing mountains.

With so many suspicious points, Xia Zuo, through careful observation and comparison of physiques, confirmed that this guy was the master of light-body skills who had been spying on the training ground that morning.

He is Tian Boguang.

So Xia Zuo followed far behind, and when he saw Tian Boguang turn off halfway and head towards the Cliff of Contemplation, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Tian Boguang's lightness skill was too good. He was not absolutely confident that he could kill him in the complex terrain. But it was a different story in the environment of Siguo Cliff, where there was only one path in Huashan since ancient times.

Tian Boguang had to choose between being beaten to death by Xia Zuo or jumping off a cliff and dying.

Xia Zuo didn't rush to catch up. Instead, he stopped and slowly ate the dry rations and drank his fill of cool boiled water.

It's early spring now, and there's still a thick layer of snow on Mount Hua, so eating a bellyful of cold food can be a bit uncomfortable.

After eating his fill, Xia Zuo slowly circulated his true energy, using the heat of the Lava Release technique to gradually warm his entire body, bringing him to his peak physical condition.

He placed the extra cakes and gourds on the stones by the roadside, swiped his longsword from behind his back to his waist, and charged towards the Cliff of Contemplation, taking five steps at a time.

Not long after, Xia Zuo heard laughter coming from the Cliff of Contemplation.

It was his long-lost senior brother, Linghu Chong, who exclaimed in loud praise: "What excellent wine!"

A moment later, Linghu Chong exclaimed even louder, "A wine of unparalleled quality, rarely seen in the world!"

A completely unfamiliar laugh followed: "I once heard someone say that among the world's famous wines, Fenjiu is the best in the north and Shaoxing wine is the best in the south."

"The best Fenjiu is not in Shanxi but in Chang'an, and among the fine wines of Chang'an, the 'Zhexianlou' where Li Bai used to get drunk is the best."

"In this world, there is no third jar of wine besides these two large jars."

Linghu Chong asked curiously, "Could it be that only these two jars remain in the cellar of 'The Immortal's Abode'?"

The stranger laughed loudly, "After taking these two jars of wine, I saw that there were still more than two hundred jars in the cellar. I thought to myself, in Chang'an, whether you're a high-ranking official or an ordinary person, as long as you have money in your pocket, you can go to 'The Immortal's Pavilion' to drink such fine wine. How can that make Linghu Chong, the great hero of the Huashan Sect, seem so extraordinary and different from others?"

"So I used a carrying pole to play ping-pong for a while, making a lot of noise, hahaha, which made the cellar smell of wine and the wine was so strong that it reached my waist."

Linghu Chong, both surprised and amused, said, "Brother Tian actually smashed over two hundred jars of fine wine to pieces?"

Xia Zuo raised an eyebrow, completely confirming Tian Boguang's identity.

A murderous intent suddenly rose in his heart. He drew the long sword from his waist with his right hand, removed the scabbard from his left hand, and began to run at full speed, rushing towards the cliff.

Xia Zuo then heard Tian Boguang burst into laughter, saying, "There are only two such jars in the world, this gift is truly valuable! Haha, haha!"

Linghu Chong said, "Thank you, thank you!"

After a moment, he continued, "Actually, it must have been incredibly difficult for Brother Tian to carry these two large jars of wine from Chang'an to Mount Hua. Even if it were just two jars of plain water, Linghu Chong would appreciate your kindness, let alone a famous wine."

Tian Boguang raised his right thumb and shouted, "A true man! A real hero!"

Just as he finished speaking, Tian Boguang's ears twitched. He heard a series of light footsteps and the sound of clothes rustling in the wind.

Suddenly turning his head, Tian Boguang saw a robust figure on the mountain path transform into a streak of green, rushing up at an incredible speed.

The figure held a long sword in his right hand and a scabbard in his left, his murderous aura firmly locked onto Tian Boguang, clearly indicating that he was coming for him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tian Boguang drew his swift knife with a clang, turned around and transformed into a whirlwind, launching a counterattack against the attacker.

As a lone flower thief wandering the world, hiding and running away whenever possible is the survival rule for a thief like Tian Boguang.

But when he was cornered on Mount Hua with no way to escape, he understood the principle that the brave would prevail in a narrow encounter.

Linghu Chong drank two large bowls of Fenjiu in a row, and the alcohol made him react a few beats slower.

Before he could do anything, Qingying and Kuangfeng collided violently, their swords flashing and blades flashing, yet not a single crisp metallic clang was heard.

Only Tian Boguang's unpleasant voice kept shouting, and the fighting spirit in his roars quickly faded, eventually turning into a feeling of fear and shrinking back.

Linghu Chong was overjoyed, thinking: I wonder which master came to Mount Hua and happened to run into Tian Boguang. I can drive him away and save the Mount Hua Sect from a disaster.

When he looked closely, he was immediately dumbfounded.

The flickering sword light was actually the basic sword technique of Mount Hua, and the person who came was actually from the Mount Hua Sect!

But where else in the Huashan Sect besides its leader Yue Buqun could you find such a master?

Tian Boguang's roar suddenly turned into a scream, the blade shadow vanished instantly, and the sword light was stained with blood.

The next moment, Tian Boguang's right hand holding the knife was severed in two.

He roared in agony and leaped backward desperately.