The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Chen Qianyang seemed oblivious to the murderous intent as he walked to the window.

After the lightning, torrential rain poured down.

"Dongfang Bubai usurped the throne and elevated you to a position of great importance, making you a nominal Holy Maiden. You have been searching for Ren Woxing's whereabouts. Qu Yang is Ren Woxing's loyal follower and the only one who might know a clue. Therefore, you are willing to risk war with the Songshan Sect to save him."

Chen Qianyang spoke slowly, but every word struck Ren Yingying's heart like a hammer blow.

Ren Yingying remained silent.

She stared intently at his retreating figure.

She kept this secret deep in her heart. How could this kid from the Huashan Sect know it?

If it weren't for that bastard Qu Yang refusing to tell her, why would she risk coming to Hengyang?

"How did you know that?"

"That's not important. What's important is that I know what you're planning. But let me give you a piece of advice: the waters here tomorrow are much deeper than you imagine. Since Zuo Lengchan dared to touch Liu Zhengfeng, he must have already taken your Demonic Sect's reaction into account."

"So what? At worst, we'll both go down together."

"The fish may die, but the net may not break," Chen Qianyang said coldly. "This time, the Songshan Sect not only sent the Thirteen Protectors, but also other forces. The few people you brought are no match for them."

She thought of the recent changes in the city, and a sense of unease rose in her heart.

"And what about you? Since you see things so clearly, why did you agree to Fei Bin's request? Are you really planning to kill someone in public tomorrow?"

Chen Qianyang remained silent for a moment.

He looked out the window at the rain curtain, the raindrops forming continuous lines.

"If I don't agree, I'll die tonight." Chen Qianyang's voice was low. "Only if I survive will things change."

"Fei Bin can kill you? I don't believe it!"

Ren Yingying looked at the man's profile.

The flashes of lightning danced across his face, making him look half Buddha and half demon.

She suddenly realized that she couldn't quite understand him.

Just a few days ago, he dared to disguise himself as the Killing Taoist to assassinate Zuo Lengchan. How could he now be willing to become an ally of the Songshan Sect?

Does he intend to get involved himself?

"I misunderstood, my young hero Chen," Ren Yingying suddenly laughed.

She covered her face with the mask again.

"Alright, let's see what surprises you, this 'variable,' can bring me tomorrow."

She walked to the window, glanced back at Chen Qianyang, and said, "But I'm warning you, if your sword dares to touch Uncle Qu tomorrow... I'll be the first to kill you."

"No need for the Holy Maiden to trouble herself," Chen Qianyang said calmly. "If Qu Yang doesn't seek death himself, no one will kill him."

Ren Yingying paused.

She gave Chen Qianyang a deep look, as if trying to etch this man into her mind.

Then, she leaped into the air and disappeared into the vast rainy night.

The room fell silent once more.

Chen Qianyang closed the window, shutting out the sound of the wind and rain outside.

He walked to the bedside and sat down cross-legged.

He needs to get a good night's sleep.

Those wisps of true energy flowed through the meridians, dispelling the chill within the body.

The Illusory Dream Journey has already begun.

Tomorrow is the ceremony to wash one's hands of one's profession.

You must make the most of every moment.

Even in one's sleep, one needs to rely on this talent and practice even more.

"Fei Bin..."

Chen Qianyang's murderous intent gradually built up in his heart, and he suppressed it little by little, like a powder keg compressed to its limit.

We're just waiting for that one spark.

……

It rained all night.

The next day, just as the blind fortune teller had predicted, happened.

It's a good day.

After all, the rain had stopped, which seemed rather special in Hengyang during the rainy season.

Although the sky was still overcast, the annoying pattering finally stopped.

The atmosphere in Hengyang City also became lively.

The entrance to the Liu residence was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, with large red lanterns hanging high, creating a festive atmosphere.

Guests came and went in an endless stream, all with smiles on their faces, bowing and saying "Congratulations!"

To those unaware of the situation, today's "washing hands of one's past" ceremony is considered a major event in the martial arts world.

Not only those who had connections with the Hengshan Sect, but also those who had some dealings with Liu Zhengfeng, came to offer their congratulations.

Even some people who have absolutely no connection to this place are joining in the fun.

As the host, Liu Zhengfeng naturally welcomed them all.

For a time, the Liu residence was bustling with people, creating quite a lively scene.

Yue Buqun arrived with the disciples of the Huashan Sect.

Today, Lao Yue was dressed in a blue robe, his beard was meticulously groomed, and he wore his signature smile, gentle and refined.

Ning Zhongze followed beside him, looking somewhat worried.

Chen Qianyang followed at the very back of the group.

He specially changed into a clean white outfit today.

Under the gloomy sky, that patch of white stood out starkly.

As soon as I entered the gate, a gaze shot over me like a sharp thorn.

He was a member of the Diancang School.

Yun Shaohua sat in the west-side flower hall, his eyes darting between Yue Lingshan and Chen Qianyang with amusement.

Seeing Chen Qianyang looking over, he raised his teacup and waved it at Chen Qianyang from afar as a greeting.

But the cold smile on his lips was not concealed in the slightest.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back. Yue Lingshan said that he was Yun Chuan, an elder of the Diancang Sect, whose martial arts skills were even better than Yun Shaohua's.

Chen Qianyang glanced at it once and then looked away.

He's just a clown jumping around.

"Little Chen," Yue Lingshan quietly approached and tugged at Chen Qianyang's sleeve, "Don't you think something's a little strange? A lot of people are giving you weird looks."

This girl has a sharp intuition.

Chen Qianyang patted the back of her hand: "Stay close to your master's wife and don't wander off. No matter what happens, don't act impulsively."

Yue Lingshan was taken aback. She heard the solemnity in Chen Qianyang's voice and nodded subconsciously.

Everyone took their seats.

Of the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sects, only the Songshan Sect has not yet arrived; the other three sects are already in place.

The fact that Master Mo Da, the head of Hengshan Sect, has still not shown up further confirms the conflict between him and Liu Zhengfeng.

Master Dingyi, with her fiery temper, was whispering complaints to Daoist Tianmen, probably about the Songshan Sect's arrogance and lateness.

Just then.

"The auspicious time has arrived!"

The emcee's loud shout interrupted the whispers in the hall.

At this sound, a group of people came out from the back room.

The man at the front, dressed in a dark brown silk robe, slightly plump, with a humble smile on his face, was none other than today's protagonist, Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect.

He looked to be in excellent health.

Behind him, several servants held up the pure gold basin.

"Friends, heroes!"

Liu Zhengfeng walked into the hall, bowed deeply to all four directions, and said loudly, "Today, I, Liu, have retired from the martial world and withdraw from all grudges. I only wish to devote myself to nature and music. I am deeply grateful for your presence!"

The heroes all rose to return the greeting.

"You're too kind, Master Liu!" "Master Liu is of noble character!"

Words of politeness always sound nice.

Immediately afterwards, an official in full robes strode forward, holding an imperial edict in his hands. It was the letter of appointment from the court bestowing upon Liu Zhengfeng the title of "Assistant General".

Seeing Liu Zhengfeng kneeling on the ground to receive the imperial decree, Abbess Dingyi snorted heavily: "He'd rather be a chivalrous hero than a dog for the imperial court! This Liu Zhengfeng is getting worse with age!"

Yue Buqun gently shook his folding fan and said in a low voice, "Master, please be careful with your words. Everyone has their own ambitions. Junior Brother Liu wants to protect his family, which is a helpless move."

Chen Qianyang sat in the corner, holding a teacup in his hand, but didn't drink a drop.

If my prediction is correct.

It's time for the villain to make his appearance.