The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

"Grandpa! See! I told you it was that strange Taoist priest!"

Two figures, one old and one young, walked upstairs.

The tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.

The older one was dressed in a green robe, with a bamboo hat covering his face. He was tall and straight, and his every move exuded a leisurely air.

The younger one was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in green, with delicate, beautiful features and big, bright eyes that darted around, revealing a mischievous and clever side.

They were Qu Yang and Qu Feiyan, grandfather and grandson.

They were resting downstairs when they heard a noise upstairs.

Qu Feiyan, being a gossip, insisted on dragging Qu Yang up to take a look.

And just then, they stumbled upon this very spectacle.

"Hey, isn't this the old Taoist priest with the 'Pig-Slaughtering Sword Technique'?" Qu Feiyan, seeing it was the old Taoist priest, wasn't shy at all and came over with a grin. "What, you've come to slaughter pigs in the restaurant?"

Chen Qianyang glanced at her: "You little brat, still so sharp-tongued. Be careful you don't end up never getting married."

"Mind your own business!" Qu Feiyan made a face at him, her gaze falling on Tian Boguang.

She looked Tian Boguang up and down, then glanced at the pitiful little nun Yilin beside him, and already understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

"Grandpa, look at that shifty-eyed man, he's definitely not a good person. It seems like that young monk over there was bullied by him."

Tian Boguang was already in a state of extreme tension, and being suddenly interrupted by the old man and the young man made him even more irritable.

Although he was wary of Chen Qianyang, he didn't take the suddenly appearing old man and young man seriously.

Especially when he saw Qu Feiyan's charming and lovely appearance, his lustful nature resurfaced.

"Where did this wild girl come from? She's barely grown up and already trying to meddle in other people's business?"

Tian Boguang chuckled lewdly, his gaze unrestrained. "But she's quite pretty. I wasn't quite done with my fun earlier, so why don't you keep me company? A little nun with a little maid, not bad, not bad!"

"presumptuous!"

Qu Yang, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised his head.

Beneath the straw hat, two beams of light shot out like lightning.

Tian Boguang felt a tightness in his chest, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and even breathing became difficult.

"This is......."

Tian Boguang's expression changed drastically.

He had been involved in the underworld for many years and had a good understanding of people from all walks of life.

"You're... from Blackwood Cliff?!"

Tian Boguang was filled with doubt and suspicion, and cold sweat seeped from the palms of his hands gripping the knife.

What's wrong with me today?

Didn't you check the Chinese almanac before you went out?

First it was the Songshan Sect, then the Huashan Sect, and now even the Demonic Sect has popped up.

Is this tiny Huiyan Tower going to host a martial arts tournament?

Qu Yang snorted coldly, without denying it.

If this were in the wild, given Tian Boguang's foul language just now, he would already be dead.

Although he doesn't enjoy killing, he dares to make suggestive remarks about his own granddaughter; he really has guts!

However, this is Hengyang City.

The Five Mountains Sword Sects have gathered here; if he were to kill Tian Boguang, his identity would surely be exposed.

Not only would they and Feifei find it difficult to extricate themselves, but it would also jeopardize Liu Zhengfeng's important matter of retiring from the criminal world.

Therefore, he cannot move.

"Grandpa, this lecherous scoundrel is disgusting! Please teach him a lesson!"

"Feifei, stop fooling around." Qu Yang lowered his voice. "This is not the place to make a move."

"Ugh!" Qu Feiyan stomped her foot in anger.

Although Linghu Chong was weak at the moment, he saw that there was hope of help.

He struggled to sit up and bowed to Qu Yang and Chen Qianyang, saying, "Seniors... this villain is 'Wanli Duxing' Tian Boguang. He has kidnapped the junior sister of Hengshan Sect... cough cough... I am seriously injured and unable to fight anymore. I beg you seniors to lend a hand and save Junior Sister Yilin."

Qu Yang glanced at Linghu Chong, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Although this Huashan disciple is also a member of a righteous sect, he still remembers chivalry despite being seriously injured, which makes him a true hero.

Unfortunately, good and evil are on different paths, and he couldn't interfere in this matter.

"You brat from the Huashan Sect, you can barely protect yourself, how can you worry about others?" Qu Yang said coldly. "I'm not killing you out of respect for your backbone. As for this lecherous thief..."

He glanced at Tian Boguang but said nothing more.

Seeing this, Tian Boguang felt much more at ease.

It seems this old man must have some reservations and dare not cause trouble in Hengyang City!

He glanced at Chen Qianyang, who was drinking alone to the side, and his mind was made up.

"Hehe, since nobody wants to fight, then I, this old man, will not play along!"

Tian Boguang's eyes darted around, and he reached out to grab Yilin, who was standing to the side. "Little beauty, come with your brother!"

As long as we capture this little nun as a hostage, these people will not dare to make any rash moves!

"Ah!" Yilin exclaimed in surprise, her face turning pale with fright.

Linghu Chong wanted to stop it, but he couldn't muster the strength at all, and could only watch helplessly as the hand reached out to Yilin.

"choke!"

A muffled sword cry.

A broadsword suddenly appeared in front of Tian Boguang's hand.

"Did I tell you to leave?"

Chen Qianyang had somehow appeared in front of Yilin, a half-smile playing on his withered face.

Tian Boguang recoiled as if electrocuted, and looked at the persistent old Taoist priest in front of him, so angry he was practically fuming.

"You old bastard! You're determined to mess with me, aren't you?!"

"No, no."

Chen Qianyang shook his head and turned to look at Qu Feiyan, who was standing to the side with her puffed-up cheeks.

"Young man, I am new here and my eyesight is poor. Tell me, is this boy with the knife a good person or a bad person?"

Qu Feiyan was taken aback, then her eyes lit up, and she pointed at Tian Boguang, shouting, "He's a bad guy! A really bad guy! Tian Boguang is a notorious womanizer; countless women have been defiled by him! Grandpa Daoist, you must kill him!"

"Oh? A bad guy."

Chen Qianyang nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Since they're bad guys, that makes things easier."

He turned his head to look at Tian Boguang, and the smile on his lips turned ferocious.

"In this life, what I enjoy killing most is bad people!"

"Take this sword from me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Qianyang had already made his move.

There are no fancy starting moves.

"call--!"

The broadsword, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, came crashing down!

This sword strike was powerful and heavy, like Mount Tai pressing down.

It is the "Taishan Collapse" from the Taishan School's ultimate martial art—the "Eighteen Bends of Taishan"!

Tian Boguang was greatly alarmed.

Why has the old Taoist's swordsmanship changed?

Previously at Qunyu Academy, this old Taoist's swordsmanship was fast, but it followed a light and unpredictable path.

Why have you become so fierce and domineering now?

But this force was so strong that he had no time to think.

"clang!"

Tian Boguang raised his knife and parried.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Tian Boguang felt as if his arms had been hit by a sledgehammer, his hands were in excruciating pain, and half of his body was numb.

"What incredible strength!"

Tian Boguang was horrified.

What kind of monster is this old bastard?

Before he could even catch his breath, Chen Qianyang's second sword strike had already arrived.

Using the rebound force, the broadsword swept across the room.

This move was powerful and decisive, cutting off all of Tian Boguang's escape routes.

Tian Boguang could only roll on the ground in a sorry state, barely avoiding the attack.

"boom!"

Chen Qianyang pressed his advantage relentlessly, wielding his broadsword with ferocious speed and power, unleashing one strike after another in rapid succession.

The technique he was using at that moment was not simply the Taishan sword technique.

Rather, it is a product of painstaking effort and talent, blending the profoundness of the Taishan School with the versatility of the Hengshan School.

In his hand, the broadsword sometimes felt as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on Tian Boguang until he could hardly breathe; at other times, it was unpredictable and elusive, thrusting out from unbelievable angles.

Tian Boguang was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back.

His swift blade was completely ineffective against the broadsword.

Each collision caused him to withstand a tremendous recoil force, which made his blood and qi surge and his internal energy become disordered.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Tian Boguang fought and retreated, inwardly groaning in despair.

Everyone around was stunned.

Linghu Chong stared wide-eyed at the old Taoist priest who was displaying such great power, his heart filled with shock.

"This...this is the Mount Tai Sword Technique? No, it seems to also have traces of the Mount Heng Sword Technique...Who exactly is this senior? Why is his swordsmanship so complex yet so powerful?"

Qu Yang also had a furrowed brow.

He could tell that although the old Taoist's moves looked somewhat unorthodox, each sword strike was extremely methodical.

That internal force, though seemingly gentle, also possessed an extreme strength and yang energy, flowing inexhaustibly.

"Amazing!" Qu Feiyan clapped her hands and cheered, "Go, Grandpa Daoist! Kill that lecherous thief!"

"Little girl, stop making a fuss!"

Tian Boguang cursed, but this distracted him.

A glint of light flashed in Chen Qianyang's eyes.

flaw!

He abruptly retracted his broadsword, bringing his previously ferocious attack to an abrupt halt.

Just as Tian Boguang thought he was exhausted and wanted to fight back.

Chen Qianyang flicked his wrist.

The heavy broadsword suddenly emerged like a nimble snake, its tip trembling as it instantly split into three sword flowers, which pierced Tian Boguang's throat, heart, and abdomen respectively.

This was incredibly fast, and incredibly bizarre.

Sword Sect's ultimate technique, the deadly Three Immortal Swords!

Tian Boguang was terrified.

He couldn't block that sword strike!

At the critical moment of life and death, he unleashed astonishing potential.

He risked being grazed on the left shoulder by the sword's energy to avoid vital organs.

Blood splattered.

Tian Boguang's left shoulder was slashed open with a deep gash that exposed the bone.

He groaned and staggered backward until he reached the window.

Chen Qianyang sheathed his sword and stood there, looking at the disheveled Tian Boguang.

He stepped forward, lowered his voice, and said in a tone that only the two of them could hear:

"Brother Tian, ​​how did that sword strike taste?"

"You..." Tian Boguang clutched his wound, his eyes filled with fear.

"You've done a good job taking the blame for this. Lend me your head, so I can claim a reward from the Songshan Sect when I get back."

"What?!"

Tian Boguang's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Could this old Taoist priest be deliberately framing me? The person that the Songshan Sect was chasing in Qunyu Courtyard that day must have been this old Taoist priest.

He was just a scapegoat; now he wants to kill him to silence him?

Tian Boguang was filled with despair and anger.

He knew that if he fell into the hands of this old Taoist priest, he would have no chance of survival.

We must escape!

"You old bastard! I'll remember this!"

He suddenly threw the single-edged sword in his hand as a hidden weapon at Chen Qianyang, and while Chen Qianyang was parrying with his sword, he turned around and smashed through the window behind him.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Tian Boguang's figure moved like the wind, leaving a trail of blood, and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

"Wandering alone for thousands of miles, your lightness skill is indeed impressive. This knife is also quite good."

He didn't chase after him immediately; Tian Boguang was injured and couldn't run far.

Inside Huiyan Tower, tranquility returned once more.

Chen Qianyang turned around, slung his broadsword over his back, and resumed his unfathomable demeanor.

He looked at the little girl in the corner.

"Little girl."

"Including what just happened, you now owe me four things."

Qu Feiyan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and her face turned bright red.

"You...you old Taoist priest, why are you so petty! You were the one who started the fight!"

"I am happy to."

Chen Qianyang chuckled, his gaze sweeping over Qu Yang, whose expression was complicated, and Linghu Chong, whose face was full of gratitude.

"Alright, the bad guy got away."

He waved his hand and walked towards the stairwell.

"Um...senpai!"

Linghu Chong struggled to speak, "Thank you so much for saving my life, senior! May I ask your esteemed name and which sect you belong to? I will certainly repay your kindness in the future..."

"A brat from the Huashan Sect."

Chen Qianyang didn't even turn his head. "Don't associate with these shady characters. You might not even know how you died one day. As for my name..."

He paused for a moment, then disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Tian Shu" (天枢).

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