The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

West of Hengyang City, there is a dilapidated temple.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the wooden door of the dilapidated temple was kicked open.

Tian Boguang burst in, panting heavily.

"Damn it! This is the worst luck imaginable!"

Tian Boguang plopped down on the straw pile, ignoring the pain in his wounds, grabbed the wine flask and took a big gulp. The spicy wine burned down his throat, which slightly suppressed the evil fire in his heart.

Since entering Hengyang City, he hasn't had a single comfortable day.

First, his plans were ruined by some random guy who appeared out of nowhere, then he was inexplicably framed and chased across half the city by that mad dog gang from the Songshan Sect.

Could it be as Linghu Chong said?

He would always lose at gambling if he encountered a nun.

Yes, I also have my little master Yilin.

Tian Boguang's lustful desires resurfaced. He had wanted to play around with some fun, but he didn't want to force himself on that delicate little nun.

However, having suffered such humiliation today, I might as well vent my anger on this little nun.

"Little Master Yilin, I'm here!"

As he thought this, Tian Boguang grinned lewdly and walked toward the Buddha statue in the dilapidated temple.

In order to lure away the pursuers from the Hengshan Sect, he had left this little nun inside the Buddha statue.

Hehe, although this part is a bit lacking, we can't worry about that now.

Tian Boguang moved to the back of the Buddha statue.

Then I froze.

There was nothing behind the Buddha statue.

The nun Yilin, who had been bound like a dumpling after he had acupunctured her, had suddenly disappeared!

Only a few pieces of rope, severed by a sharp blade, remained on the ground.

"Fuck your grandpa!"

Enraged, Tian Boguang slammed the wine flask in his hand to the ground.

"Who?! Who dares to lay a finger on me?!"

He's a proud "lone traveler who has picked countless women," when has he ever suffered such a loss?

It just so happened right under his nose, while he was trying to escape being hunted down, that his home was raided. It was like tearing his face off and stomping on it!

"Get out here, you bastard!"

He drew his single-edged sword and began hacking and slashing wildly in the dilapidated temple like a madman.

After venting his anger, he finally managed to calm down.

This dilapidated temple is located in a remote area, and ordinary people would never be able to find it.

Those who can get here to rescue people are definitely not ordinary people.

He crouched down and carefully examined the marks on the ground by the moonlight.

Besides Yilin's small monk's shoe prints, there was also a string of men's footprints.

The footprints were deep, and the steps were disordered, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

"Is this person injured?"

Tian Boguang squinted, picking up a bit of soil from the ground with his fingers. "And he's seriously injured. He can't even use his lightness skill anymore and can only walk."

The injured man... was still staring intently at him...

A figure instantly appeared in his mind.

That top disciple of the Huashan Sect, Linghu Chong!

Two days ago outside the city, it was this kid who, oblivious to his own mortality, jumped out to stop him from capturing Yilin.

Although he was slashed down several times, this kid was incredibly tough. Despite being seriously injured, he kept fighting relentlessly.

"Hey! It's you, kid!"

Tian Boguang laughed in anger, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"You've got a path to heaven but choose not to, you've chosen the path to hell. I was just looking for someone to vent my anger on, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep!"

He carried a single-edged sword and rushed out of the dilapidated temple following the trail of messy footprints.

The footprints stretched into the city and became increasingly clear.

Clearly, the injured man carrying the burden couldn't run far.

"Linghu Chong, let's see where you can run to!"

Using his lightness skill, Tian Boguang moved like a large bird through the night, speeding towards the direction where the footprints disappeared.

……

Huiyanlou is the largest restaurant in Hengyang City.

Even in the early morning, the place is still bustling with people.

Two people were sitting at a table by the window on the second floor.

A young nun dressed in a moon-white robe, with exquisite and refined features, was now filled with anxiety, her large eyes brimming with tears.

Looking at the young man opposite her, bewildered.

The man's blue robe was already stained dark red with blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat.

The injury was clearly quite serious.

It was none other than Linghu Chong, the eldest disciple of the Huashan Sect.

"Brother Linghu...you...how are you? It's all my fault...if you hadn't saved me, you wouldn't have..."

"Cough cough... It's alright."

Linghu Chong forced a smile: "This little injury... what's the big deal? As long as... as long as I'm not dead, I can still drink."

As he spoke, he shakily reached out, grabbed the wine jug on the table, and tilted his head back to pour it into his mouth.

"Stop drinking!" Yilin cried out, trying to snatch the wine jug away. "You're so badly injured, how can you drink? I'll go get a doctor for you..."

"What doctor are we looking for?" Linghu Chong dodged Yilin's hand, poured the wine into his mouth, and let out a long sigh of relief. "This wine... is the best medicine."

He knew in his heart that this time, he was really about to break.

Tian Boguang's stabs were secondary.

More importantly, there was that strange palm force within his body.

That was a few days ago in Fuzhou, when he was attacked from behind outside a dilapidated temple while trying to save Lin Zhennan and his wife.

That palm strike was incredibly vicious; its force was like a maggot clinging to his bones, ravaging his meridians and eroding his life force every moment.

If it weren't for his solid foundation in internal martial arts, he would have been dead that very night.

Although his master channeled his Zixia True Qi to heal him, it only temporarily suppressed the injury.

Yesterday, in order to save Yilin, he forcefully channeled his inner energy, and now his internal organs are in excruciating pain as if they have been displaced.

But he cannot fall.

At the very least, he must not collapse before getting this innocent and kind-hearted young nun to safety.

"Little Master, you should leave quickly. That Tian Boguang is incredibly skilled in lightness techniques and will catch up soon. I... I'll stay here and hold him off for a while."

"No! I won't leave!" Yilin shook her head desperately. "You became like this to save me, how can I leave you alone?"

"Silly girl..." Linghu Chong smiled wryly, "What use are you if you stay? Do you want that lecherous thief to capture you and take you back?"

"I..." Yilin's face flushed red, but she still stubbornly sat there. "Anyway, I'm not leaving. If we're going to die... let's die together."

Linghu Chong looked into her clear, bright eyes and sighed inwardly.

How can there be such a foolish person in this world?

Just then, heavy footsteps came from the stairwell.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Every step carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

Linghu Chong's grip on the wine pot tightened suddenly.

coming.

A figure appeared at the top of the stairs.

Covered in dust, dressed in tattered clothes, he held a gleaming single-edged sword in his hand, and wore a chilling, sinister grin on his face.

"Running? Why did you stop running?"

Tian Boguang walked upstairs step by step, his gaze fixed on Linghu Chong.

"Linghu Chong, you're something else. I've never been subservient to anyone in my life, but you're the first person to try and snatch someone from me."

He walked to the table and put one foot on the bench.

"What? Are you dying?"

Linghu Chong smiled, picked up his wine cup, and raised it to Tian Boguang: "Brother Tian, ​​you've come at the perfect time. The wine at Yanlou this time is quite good, would you like a cup?"

"Drink your ass!"

Tian Boguang slapped the wine glass away, splashing wine all over Linghu Chong.

"Linghu Chong, I'm furious! You ruined my plans! I even took the blame for someone else yesterday. If I don't chop you up and feed you to the dogs today, I'm not Wanli Duxing!"

"Benefactor Tian!"

Yilin was so frightened that she stood up abruptly, blocking Linghu Chong's path. "You...you can't hurt him! He's already seriously injured. What kind of hero are you?"

"A hero?" Tian Boguang scoffed, his gaze sweeping over Yilin. "Little Master, you've got it wrong. I'm a womanizer, never a hero. But..."

He stroked his chin, his eyes becoming playful.

"Although I'm no hero, I admire those who have guts. This kid managed to rescue you from my clutches while severely injured, and he still dares to sit here and wait for me. He's got some guts."

Although Tian Boguang was lecherous and acted eccentrically, he had his own set of rules for doing things after years of wandering the underworld.

He despised spineless cowards the most, but he felt a sense of kinship with tough guys like Linghu Chong who dared to joke around with him even when facing death.

"How about this?"

Tian Boguang pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Linghu Chong.

"I'll give you a chance since you've got guts."

He slammed the single-edged sword onto the table with a loud bang.

"You can't even stand up straight now. If I were to chop you up, it wouldn't sound good if word got out that I, Tian Boguang, bullied a cripple."

"Let's play a game. We'll play while sitting down."

"Fight while seated?" Linghu Chong raised an eyebrow. "How would you fight like that?"

"None of us are allowed to leave this bench." Tian Boguang pointed to the bench beneath him. "Whoever's butt leaves the bench, or gets knocked down, loses. If you win, I'll leave immediately, and I'll never touch this little nun again. But if you lose..."

He grinned maliciously, pointed at Yilin, and said, "This little nun is mine, and your head is mine too!"

"No!" Yilin exclaimed urgently, "Brother Linghu is injured like this, how can he fight you?"

"Young Master, this is his only way out," Tian Boguang said coldly. "Or, shall I act now?"

"good!"

Linghu Chong slammed his fist on the table, his voice filled with heroic spirit, "Let's bet!"

Although he was physically weak, his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.