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Chapter 24 - By Looking at His Words, I Realized the Swordsmanship, a Terrifying Talent

Chapter 24: By Looking at His Words, I Realized the Swordsmanship, a Terrifying Talent

Ning Zhongze and Linghu Chong both felt their hearts sink upon hearing this.

However, Linghu Chong reacted quickly and hurriedly explained, “Maybe I picked it up when I passed through the grove this morning and it fell from the tree onto me!”

“Oh, I see!” Yue Lingshan didn’t suspect anything and casually tossed it aside.

The entire great hall resumed its conversation once again.

Ning Zhongze let out a sigh of relief in her heart, but she also gave Linghu Chong a reproachful glance, as if blaming him for not tidying himself up when he got up.

Linghu Chong noticed but merely shrugged indifferently. With so many trees on Mount Hua, having a few dead branches on him seemed totally reasonable!

Seeing Linghu Chong’s nonchalant attitude, Ning Zhongze gritted her silver teeth in anger.

This guy is acting like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water—wasn’t he worried about arousing suspicion? Didn’t he care at all about being exposed?

Linghu Chong was indeed scared, but the more it was like this, the more he couldn’t show any signs of nervousness—doing so would only make others more suspicious.

Just as the two of them were breathing a sigh of relief—

Yue Lingshan suddenly noticed a faint red mark below Linghu Chong’s collar and asked, “Senior Brother, what’s that on your chest? Why is there a red mark? Were you injured?”

As she spoke, Yue Lingshan reached out to lift his collar for a closer look.

This startled both Linghu Chong and Ning Zhongze.

Linghu Chong reacted quickly, pulling his collar closed to stop Yue Lingshan from looking, and explained, “It’s nothing, Junior Sister! It’s not a wound. Your senior brother was just scratched by a little kitty.”

He deliberately emphasized the words ‘little kitty’, and his brow twitched slightly.

Upon hearing the words ‘little kitty’, Ning Zhongze flushed crimson, a mixture of shame and anger, and a faint blush spread across her beautiful face.

She also saw Linghu Chong’s roguish eyebrow movement and was so furious she nearly ground her teeth to dust. How had she never realized before that this guy was so mischievous?

“Little kitty? What kind of little kitty has claws that big?”

Yue Lingshan was gesturing with her hands—the red mark was as thick as one of her fingers.

To be honest, Yue Lingshan’s imagination was pretty wild. She didn’t suspect anything and simply pictured in her mind a human-sized cat waving its claws at Linghu Chong.

If Linghu Chong knew what she was imagining, he’d probably burst out laughing.

Hearing her daughter’s words, another faint blush bloomed on Ning Zhongze’s elegant and beautiful cheeks.

“All right, all this isn’t important. Where’s Master?”

Linghu Chong hurriedly changed the subject. If Yue Lingshan kept asking, she might really find something out.

“Oh, Dad arranged for someone to go to the kitchen—”

“Master, good morning!”

Before Yue Lingshan could finish, she was interrupted. Everyone turned toward the sound and saw Yue Buqun walking through the main doors.

“Greetings, Master!”

The disciples all greeted him loudly and in unison.

Yue Buqun said nothing and walked straight over to Ning Zhongze’s side.

Seeing this, Linghu Chong’s eyes darkened slightly, and he felt a bit uncomfortable inside.

Ning Zhongze seemed to sense the change in Linghu Chong’s expression—or perhaps for some other reason—because she instinctively shifted slightly away from Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun swept his gaze over the entire great hall, and all the disciples immediately stood at attention.

He didn’t pursue the matter of what happened the previous night. Instead, his gaze settled on Linghu Chong as he asked, “Chong’er, how are you feeling? Is your body any better?”

“Thank you for your concern, Master. Your disciple is feeling much better!” Linghu Chong replied.

“That’s good. For the next few days, you don’t need to attend morning lessons or sword practice. Focus on getting your strength back first,” Yue Buqun said.

Linghu Chong’s expression brightened at those words, and he asked somewhat uncertainly, “Really, Master?”

“Mm.”

“Thank you, Master!”

Linghu Chong was overjoyed. This way, he’d have time to go to the back mountain and seek out Feng Qingyang.

“Junior Sister, you too. You just barely escaped death, so take a few days to rest. Leave the affairs of Huashan to me,” Yue Buqun said to Ning Zhongze.

“Yes, Senior Brother!” Ning Zhongze didn’t argue. That suited her well—at least she wouldn’t have to deal with that troublesome person.

“Shan’er, you stay and keep your mother company for a few days too. You won’t need to do anything,” Yue Buqun said to Yue Lingshan.

His words made it sound as if Yue Lingshan usually had important responsibilities.

Yue Lingshan responded with an ‘Mm’ and was quite happy to comply.

Then Yue Buqun looked at the rest of the disciples and said, “All right, the rest of you head to the training field for morning practice. We’ll keep doing this for the next few days—Lao Denuo will lead the drills.”

“Yes, Master!” Lao Denuo cupped his fists and responded.

He then led the disciples out of the great hall.

After everyone left, Linghu Chong looked at Ning Zhongze and Yue Buqun and said, “Master, Master’s Wife—your disciple will take his leave now.”

Ning Zhongze didn’t say anything. Yue Buqun replied, “Go.”

As Linghu Chong turned to leave, he whispered into Yue Lingshan’s ear, “Take good care of Master’s Wife, Junior Sister.”

Yue Lingshan nodded. Though she wanted to spend more time with Linghu Chong, taking care of her mother was the most important thing right now.

Seeing her response, Linghu Chong smiled with satisfaction and strode off.

Yue Buqun didn’t seem to mind the small interaction between the two. He had seen similar moments often and tacitly approved of their relationship.

As she watched Linghu Chong’s figure disappear into the distance, Ning Zhongze retracted her gaze and turned to Yue Buqun, saying, “Senior Brother, I’ll go back and rest too.”

“All right, Junior Sister. Take care and rest well. If you need anything, just let me know.”

“Yes, thank you, Senior Brother!”

Ning Zhongze nodded slightly, then twisted her slender waist and walked away gracefully.

“Bye, Dad!” Yue Lingshan said before quickly following her mother.

After everyone left, Yue Buqun returned to studying his empty box—the ‘Sunflower Manual’.

…

Linghu Chong left the great hall, picked up a fat chicken and some fine wine from the kitchen, and headed straight for the Cliff of Reflection.

Along the way, his mind was focused on one thing: how to lure Feng Qingyang out so he could learn the Dugu Nine Swords.

But he couldn’t come up with a good plan.

Feng Qingyang was a master of the ‘Qing’ generation. His Dugu Nine Swords were peerless and unstoppable.

He had a carefree and unrestrained nature, disliked being bound by sect rules, and loathed power struggles within the sect. In this respect, he was quite similar to Linghu Chong’s original self.

Over twenty years ago, during the internal strife between the Sword and Qi factions, he missed the decisive battle due to some unknown reason.

By the time he returned to Huashan, only the Qi faction remained. Thus, he had no choice but to retreat to the summit of Huashan and live in seclusion.

Linghu Chong arrived at the Cliff of Reflection, which covered an area of about a hundred square meters.

Three sides were sheer cliffs, and the remaining side was a mountain wall, in which there was a cave.

The secluded valley was quiet and serene. Gazing at the surrounding Huashan peaks, Linghu Chong felt a sense of transcendent solitude, prompting a deep introspection.

There was also a small pavilion on the open ground.

As Linghu Chong climbed the Cliff of Reflection, the hidden Feng Qingyang had already been watching him.

He was surprised.

Why did Linghu Chong come to the Cliff of Reflection?

“He can’t be here to find me, can he?”

Feng Qingyang chuckled and shook his head. That was impossible. Right now, apart from Yue Buqun and a few others, no one in Huashan even knew he existed.

Linghu Chong examined the entire cliff, searching for any sign of Feng Qingyang.

To lure him out, he had to display a certain level of martial talent—that might earn him a sliver of a chance.

Perhaps from the moment he stepped onto the Cliff of Reflection, Feng Qingyang had already begun observing him from the shadows.

So, as long as he stirred things up a bit, Feng Qingyang might appear.

Linghu Chong walked toward the cave—many secrets of the orthodox and demonic sects from years past were hidden within.

Scanning the cave interior, he found the space quite spacious, though the lighting was a little dim.

As Linghu Chong examined the surroundings, his eyes fell on a section of the stone wall covered in vines, where he noticed some faint, intentional carvings.

His expression brightened. Without a second thought, he used his lightness skill to leap up and cleared the vines from the stone wall.

Landing gracefully, he looked up and saw a set of large, flowing characters carved into the wall.

“Feng Qingyang”

The three characters were elegant and lively, powerful and unrestrained—clearly carved in one breath with sword energy.

Linghu Chong stared at the three free-spirited characters, his heart stirring with excitement, slowly falling into a trance.

In that moment, he seemed to see a white-haired elder in green robes, floating in the air, using his fingers like a sword, elegantly making motions.

In Linghu Chong’s eyes, this was a sword technique—profound and mysterious.

Gradually, he saw the white-haired elder’s movements become more ghostly, the swordplay increasingly unpredictable and intense.

Without realizing it, Linghu Chong drew his own sword and began to follow the movements.

Hidden in the shadows, Feng Qingyang watched this scene, his eyes widening in disbelief. “How is this possible?”

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