noffsinger Chapter 120 High Profile
Chapter 120 High Profile
Inside the Qingcheng Villa, the last screams faded away with the sound of the wind.
Chen Qianyang wiped the blood off his longsword on the lapel of a Qingcheng disciple.
He was extremely ruthless, leaving no one alive.
Since an enmity has been formed, it is time to nip it in the bud.
These Qingcheng disciples are utterly corrupt.
Killing it myself would be considered doing a service to the people.
Moreover, the corpses scattered throughout the courtyard serve as his best alibi.
Baoqing Prefecture is located northwest of Hengyang.
Logically speaking, he fought his way out of Fujian, and to avoid being pursued by both the legitimate and criminal elements, he had to go against the current, detour through Jingzhou and Xiangyang, and then turn back south.
Although the route was circuitous, it was reasonable and sufficient to explain why he had not arrived in Hengyang for so long.
Therefore, the Tian Shu Daoist who has been stirring up trouble in Hengyang City these past few days could not possibly be Chen Qianyang, who is hundreds of miles away.
He must deceive Zuo Lengchan in order to be eligible to re-enter the game.
This is a risky move.
However, with the cooperation of Ren Yingying's demonic sect, this matter became feasible.
After all, information spread extremely slowly in ancient times, and errors of a few days were simply imperceptible.
Chen Qianyang committed murder near Baoqing Prefecture and caused trouble in Hengyang City with the old Taoist priest; these actions clearly cannot be the work of one person.
That's exactly the illusion I wanted.
Chen Qianyang stepped over the severed limbs on the ground and pushed open the courtyard gate.
The moment I stepped out the door.
A chill suddenly exploded from the bottom of my heart.
Without time to think, Chen Qianyang withdrew his sword and parried upwards along his back.
when!
A dull clang of metal struck, making his hand go numb.
That knife is so heavy!
Using the momentum, Chen Qianyang retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and looked up.
A middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe stood with a sword across his hand in front of the door.
The man had a sallow complexion, high cheekbones, and held a thick-backed goose-feather knife in his hand. His eyes were calm and unfathomable.
Without a word, the man stopped abruptly, and the bluestone slab instantly cracked.
The blade flashed.
This sword technique is not fast; in fact, it can be described as slow.
Each slash carried a heavy, sluggish feeling, as if it were being swung in water.
But that's precisely what makes it so terrifying.
Chen Qianyang drew his sword to meet the attack, intending to use speed to overcome slowness, but was horrified to find that his sword strike seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.
The sallow-faced man's knife, though seemingly clumsy, actually blocked all angles of attack.
No matter how Chen Qianyang changed his tactics, that heavy goose-feather saber always appeared precisely on the path he had to take.
An unprecedented sense of frustration welled up inside me.
Chen Qianyang's gaze sharpened, his inner energy surged, the tip of his sword trembled, and the Dugu Nine Swords were poised to strike.
Since conventional sword techniques cannot break the deadlock, then we will force our way through.
Just as he was about to unleash his killing move...
The sallow-faced man suddenly sheathed his knife, his body floating backward like a large bird, landing on the rooftop several feet away.
The wind stopped, and the knife fell.
The man looked at Chen Qianyang, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which quickly turned into calm.
"I'm not playing anymore."
Hoarseness.
"Who are you?"
"Mount Qingcheng, Tianshi Temple, Xuanchen."
The sallow-faced man glanced at the horrific scene in the courtyard, his brows furrowing slightly, but he showed little grief or indignation. "Yu Canghai's lineage from Songfeng Temple has acted despicably and has long tarnished the reputation of my Qingcheng. You can kill them if you want; I don't care."
Qingcheng Celestial Master Temple?
Chen Qianyang's mind raced. This was a secret not mentioned in the original work; it seemed the world of martial arts was far more vast than any book could possibly contain.
"If you don't care, why block the road?"
"I am a disciple of Qingcheng." Xuan Chen straightened his sleeves. "I am only making a move today to let you, a junior from Huashan, know that not everyone on Qingcheng Mountain is a coward like Yu Canghai."
After saying that, he gave Chen Qianyang a deep look.
"Your swordsmanship is formidable. If you were to unleash that final move, the outcome would be uncertain. I was merely there to provide assistance today. Now that everyone is dead, there is no reason for us to continue fighting. If you maintain this level of skill when we meet again, I will accept your head."
Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Chen had already turned and fled, disappearing behind the layers of rooftops in a few leaps.
Chen Qianyang watched the disappearing figure, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and sheathed his long sword.
He's a weirdo.
But it is indeed a formidable rival.
However, his attire doesn't resemble that of a Taoist priest, and if he were here to provide reinforcements, why would someone attack and then run away?
Furthermore, the strange rhythm of his swordsmanship subtly conveyed a sense of the Daoist principle of following the natural way.
If we ever face each other again, we must be on high alert.
……
Half an hour later, in an inconspicuous inn in Baoqing Prefecture.
The door opened, and Qu Feiyan poked her head in. Seeing Chen Qianyang sitting at the table wiping away disguise drugs, she skipped and hopped in.
This was also the first time Qu Feiyan had seen Chen Qian's original face.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Qu Feiyan circled around him twice. "I never expected that the old Taoist priest who always spouts sour words and has a hunched back would actually be so handsome. If the heroines of the martial arts world knew, they would probably line up from Mount Hua to Hengyang City."
Chen Qianyang rolled his eyes at her, annoyed. "Stop talking nonsense. How did things go?"
"With me in charge, is there anything I can't accomplish?"
Qu Feiyan sat down at the table and said smugly, "Don't worry, the Divine Cult's spies have already moved. Now the whole martial arts world knows that Chen Qianyang appeared in Baoqing Prefecture and killed the Qingcheng Sect. He had to detour through Jingxiang and head south because he was being chased by both the righteous and the evil factions."
Chen Qianyang nodded slightly.
This was exactly the effect he wanted. Only by blurring the lines between truth and falsehood, reality and illusion, could one survive in the cracks.
"Your Holy Maiden..." Chen Qianyang tapped his fingers lightly on the table, pondered for a moment, "What exactly is she planning? Is it worth going to such lengths for Liu Zhengfeng?"
"How could I possibly fathom what the Holy Maiden was thinking? She only said that she didn't want to see Grandpa, at his advanced age, driven to the brink of despair. Since the Liu family were Grandpa's confidants, they deserved a peaceful end."
"A peaceful death..."
In this world of martial arts, how difficult it is to die a peaceful death.
However, whatever Ren Yingying's intentions may be, at least in terms of opposing the Songshan Sect, their goals are aligned.
"Pack your things." Chen Qianyang stood up. "Let's go back."
"Back to Hengyang?"
"nature."
……
The news spread throughout the vicinity of Hengyang in the following days.
Chen Qianyang, who burned the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual in Fuzhou and slaughtered countless people in western Fujian, has finally reappeared.
Instead of heading straight from Jiangxi to Hunan as everyone expected, he took a long detour and appeared like a ghost in Baoqing Prefecture, northwest of Hengyang.
Not only that, he also single-handedly attacked the secret stronghold of the Qingcheng Sect, slaughtering dozens of Qingcheng masters who intended to ambush him, leaving no trace of their bodies.
The news spread like wildfire.
The various underworld experts who had set up roadblocks in Fujian and Jiangxi looked at each other in bewilderment, cursing that the intelligence was wrong, and had no choice but to slink back.
Chen Qianyang's elusive movements and ruthless methods.
This also earned him a new nickname from people in the martial arts world—"The Lone Swordsman".
Alone, he drew his sword without intention.
These four words, along with those blood-stained stories, were repeatedly pondered in the taverns and teahouses around Hengyang.
……
Hengyang City, the headquarters of the Songshan Sect.
Snapped!
An exquisite teacup was smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Fei Bin stood at the lower end, head bowed, not daring to utter a sound.
Sitting on the grand chair at the head of the table, Zuo Lengchan's face was ashen, and he held a newly delivered message by carrier pigeon in his hand.
"Chen Qianyang..."
Zuo Lengchan's voice was devoid of emotion: "If he really did appear in Baoqing Prefecture, then this old Taoist priest is definitely not him."
Fei Bin said cautiously, "Sect Leader, it takes a whole day to travel from Baoqing Prefecture to Hengyang by fast horse. Although that old Taoist has disappeared, since he was struck by the Sect Leader's Divine Palm, he shouldn't be able to appear in Baoqing. In that case, the old Taoist's identity becomes strange. Could he be a member of the Demonic Sect?"
Zuo Lengchan remained silent, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
He has always been confident in his own judgment.
But failing to catch the old Taoist priest this time made him feel a little threatened.
What changes will Chen Qianyang bring upon his reappearance?
"This piece... is sharper than I imagined. I originally thought it was just a pawn to stir up trouble in Mount Hua, but I never expected that this piece would have the ambition to jump out of the chessboard."
Fei Bin said in a low voice, "Then should we...?"
"No rush."
Zuo Lengchan sneered, a cruel glint in his eyes: "The poison in his body can only be cured by me. So what if his swordsmanship is divine? He'll still have to crawl to my feet and beg for mercy."