The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Faced with Fei Bin's aggressive questioning, Liu Zhengfeng laughed loudly.

He ripped off his official robes and kicked over the golden basin.

Clang!

The golden basin overturned, spilling clear water all over the ground.

"Good! Good for you, Fei Bin! Good for you, Zuo Lengchan!"

Liu Zhengfeng pointed at Fei Bin, his eyes bloodshot. "I, Liu Zhengfeng, was truly blind! I actually thought that as long as I took a step back, everything would be fine! I thought that as long as I stayed out of the ways of the martial world, I could protect my family! I was so wrong!"

He suddenly took a step forward, his gentle demeanor vanishing completely, replaced by the sharp sword intent of a Hengshan Sect master.

If he had known this would happen, he should have listened to Qu Yang that night.

We shouldn't harbor any侥幸 (侥幸 means taking a chance or hoping for luck).

Zuo Lengchan wanted not only his money, but also his life.

But he wanted even more...

Liu Zhengfeng shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions, and sternly questioned Fei Bin.

"Everyone knows that Zuo Lengchan wants to be the most powerful of the Five Mountains and to annex the Four Sects! But I never expected that he would go to such lengths for this ambition."

"I, Liu Zhengfeng, am but a commoner from Hengshan. You wouldn't need to go to such lengths to deal with me. Fei Bin, you keep accusing me of colluding with the Demonic Sect, so tell me, what kind of martial arts do those 'personal guards' behind Lord Zhao use?"

Liu Zhengfeng's fingers moved like lightning, pointing directly at the guards behind the military officer.

Those people exuded a chilling aura.

"If I'm not mistaken, those are skilled fighters from the 'Wind and Thunder Hall' of Blackwood Cliff!" Liu Zhengfeng shouted sharply. "What? Is Alliance Leader Zuo also colluding with the Demonic Sect, or is he using the imperial court to eliminate dissidents?"

These words shocked everyone present.

Even Lord Zhao's expression changed slightly.

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

It seems that Qu Yang has shared some of his knowledge with Liu Zhengfeng.

Qu Yang and Ren Yingying are from the same faction, and Zuo Lengchan also has the shadow of the Demonic Sect behind him.

The water is getting muddier and muddier.

Liu Zhengfeng is going all out.

Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well flip the table.

The fact that Zuo Lengchan colluded with Yang Lianting was originally a closely guarded secret, but now that it has been exposed in public, its nature has changed.

This is both taking advantage of the chaos and striking at Zuo Lengchan's Achilles' heel.

"court death!"

Fei Bin's face instantly turned ferocious.

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"You traitorous scoundrel, spouting nonsense and attempting to slander an official of the imperial court!"

Fei Bin roared, his hands forming palms, carrying a scorching force of the Great Songyang Palm, and struck Liu Zhengfeng's face.

At the same time, Ding Mian and Lu Bai, the two bodyguards who had been hiding behind, suddenly sprang up from the crowd and attacked Liu Zhengfeng from both sides.

"Make your move!" Lord Zhao waved his hand coldly.

Collapse, collapse, collapse!

The sound of the bowstring vibrating rang out.

The soldiers behind him pulled the triggers of their crossbows without hesitation.

Arrows rained down like locusts, instantly covering the group of disciples and their families behind Liu Zhengfeng.

The Hengshan disciples were caught off guard and were shot down in droves.

The screams instantly tore through the dark clouds above the Liu residence.

Blood stained the ground red.

Chen Qianyang's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the rain of arrows filling the sky.

He saw a little girl in a red coat, her chest pierced by a crossbow bolt that pierced through armor, flying out like a rag doll.

That was Liu Zhengfeng's youngest daughter.

Chen Qianyang saw her once when he entered the city yesterday; she was riding on Liu Zhengfeng's shoulders and acting coquettishly.

Damn it.

Chen Qianyang's fingers instantly tightened around the sword hilt.

Reason told him that now was not the time.

but……

The warm, metallic smell of blood wafted into his nostrils, igniting a long-suppressed volcano within him.

Yue Lingshan, nicknamed "Little Chen," turned pale with fright and clung tightly to Chen Qianyang's arm.

Chen Qianyang did not turn around.

He just stared intently at Fei Bin, who was laughing maniacally as he killed someone.

Songshan School, Zuo Lengchan.

This is going too far.

"Senior Brother Liu! Don't blame me when we get to the underworld!" Fei Bin sneered, sending Liu Zhengfeng flying with a single palm strike. "Today, not a single one of you, from the Liu family, will be spared!"

Liu Zhengfeng was disheveled and covered in blood. Although his long sword was fast, he was struggling to defend himself against the three Taibao's attacks.

He glanced back at his family members lying in a pool of blood and let out a mournful cry.

Just then.

Suddenly, a burst of piano music rang out.

A spirit of unyielding integrity, a voice of fierce battle.

The sound of the zither crashed like waves against the shore, instantly drowning out the shouts of battle in the arena.

A dark figure, stepping on a rain of arrows, gracefully landed in front of Liu Zhengfeng.

His black robe billowed, his long hair flew, and he held no sword, only an ancient seven-stringed zither.

"Brother Liu, I'm late."

The man lightly plucked the strings of his zither, and an invisible burst of energy swept out, causing several soldiers at the forefront to cough up blood and fly backward.

Qu Yang, an elder of the Demonic Sect.

finally come.

Chen Qianyang looked at the figure in black and let out a long breath.

All the main characters have arrived.

"Brother Qu, you shouldn't have come. That day, I should have listened to you..." Even a martial arts expert like Liu Zhengfeng choked up at this sudden change.

"A true man should not act like a woman. We made it clear the other day that you have your principles and I have my concerns, but our friendship is genuine." Qu Yang's beard and hair stood on end: "Today, I'll accompany you through this dangerous place."

The clear, bright sound of Qu Yang's zither seemed to pierce through people's hearts.

The sound of the zither was like a secret code.

Countless men dressed in black suddenly emerged from around the Liu residence.

The swarming demonic sect disciples quickly surrounded the Liu residence.

"Liu Zhengfeng, you have indeed been involved with the Demonic Sect. What do you have to say now?" Fei Bin remained calm, clearly having expected this. "Elder Qu Yang, it's been a long time."

"I don't know a vicious person like you. What? I heard Zuo Lengchan is looking for me!"

"Hmph, those demonic cultists, everyone has the right to kill them!"

"Oh, so you're going to kill me!" Qu Yang laughed smugly. "Then we'll see if you have the ability!"

The military officer surnamed Zhao standing to the side merely waved his hand.

"Form ranks, defend!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly authoritative.

The two hundred or so officers and soldiers immediately split into groups and turned to attack the demonic cult members.

The next instant, a cacophony of sickening machine noise filled the air.

Collapse, collapse, collapse!

The iron crossbow bolts tore through the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

The festive red lanterns in the front courtyard of the Liu residence were shattered by the arrows.

In the flames, blood exploded.

Several demonic sect disciples who rushed in were pinned to the ground like hedgehogs before they could even swing their swords.

When these outlaws encounter organized armies, the difference in combat strength becomes apparent.

There were also a few sharp arrows, whether unintentionally or not is unknown.

It was shot towards the martial arts sects that came to He.

Many people were unable to dodge in time and were hit by arrows.

"Form ranks!"

Yue Buqun gave a low shout and suddenly opened his folding fan, sweeping away several stray arrows that were being shot in this direction.

The Huashan disciples frantically drew their swords and formed a circle back to back.

Everyone's face turned deathly pale. This feeling of being used as a target to shoot was completely different from a martial arts competition.

"Father! Should we go help Uncle Liu...?" Yue Lingshan's voice trembled.

"Shut up!" Yue Buqun's face was ashen. "The situation is still unclear! Anyone who dares to move! All of you stay where you are, don't draw your swords, and don't make a sound!"

Chen Qianyang gripped the hilt of his sword, sighing inwardly.

To protect oneself is the best policy.

As the head of the Huashan Sect, he had no choice but to protect himself.

This is what is known as a prestigious and upright sect.

But what should I do?