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Chapter 32 - Feng Qingyang Is Gone

Chapter 32: Feng Qingyang Is Gone

Three Days Later

At the Cliff of Reflection, Linghu Chong stood tall at the edge of the precipice, his gaze cast toward the distant sea of clouds.

“By now, the message should’ve reached the Songshan Sect.”

Given the distance between Huashan and Songshan, it would normally take four to five days by horseback.

But if a skilled expert used lightness skill at full speed, the trip could be completed in just two or three days—or even faster.

However, traveling by qīnggōng consumes immense internal energy and is generally avoided unless the situation is urgent and critical.

Taking everything into account, the messenger should’ve reached the Songshan Sect within three days.

He had written in the note to Lao Denuo that the deadline was one month later—by then, ten thousand taels of silver should be prepared. As for the drop-off location, that would be decided later.

A month from now, his cultivation would be on an entirely different level. No matter what schemes the Songshan Sect might use, he would have nothing to fear.

Linghu Chong smiled slightly and resumed his training. Over the past few days, he had managed to climb up and down the Cliff of Reflection while bearing a hundred kilograms of weight.

…

At the Songshan Sect

Inside a dimly lit side chamber—

“This useless trash actually let himself get blackmailed—what a worthless thing!”

Slap!

Zuo Lengchan slammed the spy’s report on the table in fury.

Across from him, Ding Mian flinched at the burst of rage, cautiously asking, “Senior brother, what happened?”

“See for yourself.”

Zuo Lengchan shoved the note forward, letting Ding Mian read it himself.

“Heh…” Zuo Lengchan suddenly let out a cold chuckle, clearly infuriated to the point of laughing. A bone-chilling killing intent erupted from him.

“Well now, this is very interesting. Never in my life have I met someone so bold—they dare extort me, Zuo Lengchan? Truly audacious.”

Ding Mian, sensing the killing intent, nervously glanced at his senior. He had never seen Zuo Lengchan this furious before. He picked up the paper and read the contents—his face changed instantly.

“What nerve! To dare extort the Songshan Sect! Since our founding, we’ve never encountered someone this arrogant.”

“Senior brother, allow me to send men immediately—I’ll have them capture him and strip him of skin and tendon!”

As he spoke, he turned to leave and mobilize the troops to Huashan.

“What’s the rush? We don’t even know who the other party is. What good would it do to send people now?”

Zuo Lengchan called Ding Mian back.

Ding Mian turned around and stood respectfully before Zuo Lengchan. “Then what do you suggest, senior brother?”

“This man is so arrogant as to provoke the Songshan Sect itself. If we don’t kill him, how will we maintain our standing in the martial world?”

“First, we lure him out—I want him to understand what it means to offend me, Zuo Lengchan.”

As he spoke, an overwhelming icy aura burst forth. Everything within a three-foot radius around him became covered in a layer of frost.

Ding Mian was terrified by the chilling force—his heart trembled. He realized Zuo Lengchan’s internal power had grown even deeper.

“Senior brother, I’ll arrange for silver to be prepared—fake silver, of course—and then arrange for assassins to be lying in wait.”

“No need. Give him the real silver. I want to see if he has the life to spend it.”

Zuo Lengchan’s face radiated confidence—revealing the domineering aura and pride of a sect master.

“Yes, senior brother!” Ding Mian replied.

“Just to be safe, have Nine-Bend Sword Zhong Zhen and Divine Whip Deng Bagong lead the team.”

“What?!”

Ding Mian was stunned. His eyes filled with disbelief—after all, Zhong Zhen and Deng Bagong were both part of the ‘Thirteen Guardians of Songshan’.

Each one of the thirteen was a top-tier expert among first-rate martial artists. Any one of them was a name that could shake the martial world.

And now, for a no-name extortionist, Zuo Lengchan was dispatching two of them?

Ding Mian felt this was excessive and unnecessary.

“What? Do you have doubts?”

Zuo Lengchan frowned slightly when he saw Ding Mian hesitate, clearly displeased.

Ding Mian jumped in fear and quickly responded, “No… no, not at all.”

“Then go make the arrangements.”

“Yes, senior brother!”

Ding Mian bowed and retreated from the room.

After he left, Zuo Lengchan’s face darkened even further—and the solid wooden table before him disintegrated into powder and scattered across the floor.

…

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

It was a bright, sunny day.

The Huashan Sect remained as peaceful and harmonious as ever.

At the Cliff of Reflection, sword shadows danced.

An old man and a young man were training in sword techniques.

Linghu Chong, carrying a massive boulder on his back, used his finger as a sword, exchanging moves with Feng Qingyang. Intense, soaring sword qi swept across the small cliff top—barely two hundred square feet.

From the looks of their duel, Linghu Chong appeared to have the upper hand.

Feng Qingyang’s brow was tightly furrowed. Beads of sweat formed on his aged forehead, and his face was full of shock.

“Hah!”

Linghu Chong gave a sharp shout—his fingertip burst forth with a powerful sword energy, shooting toward Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang didn’t dare take it lightly. He immediately gathered his internal energy and struck back with his sword.

Boom!!!

The two sword energies collided midair. The surge of internal force and the residual waves of sword qi shook the surroundings. Dust flew, and the cliff trembled.

Yet both remained unmoved—this exchange ended in a draw.

Just as Linghu Chong was about to strike again, Feng Qingyang stopped him.

“That’s enough, Chong’er. Let’s end it here. Your Granduncle-Master is too old for this kind of punishment.”

He looked at Linghu Chong with deep affection—and a touch of sorrow. He could no longer keep up. From this moment on, he feared he’d never again be a match for Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong had progressed too quickly. His swordsmanship had already surpassed Feng Qingyang’s, and even his internal power was catching up rapidly.

Such an astonishing pace of growth—Feng Qingyang had never seen the like. It was hard to imagine how far Linghu Chong would go in the future.

Linghu Chong ceased his attack, bowed with heartfelt gratitude, and said,

“Granduncle-Master, thank you for sparring with me every day this past month.”

“Haha! It’s nothing, lad. Seeing you grow this much makes me proud. From now on, there’ll be few in the martial world who can match you. The rest of the path—you’ll have to walk it alone.”

“Yes, Granduncle-Master! I’ll never forget your immense kindness.”

Linghu Chong bowed deeply.

Feng Qingyang nodded with satisfaction. “Chong’er, you’re heading off to roam the martial world, right? I have nothing else to give you—only a piece of advice:

Always be cautious. Never trust others too easily.”

“I will remember, Granduncle-Master!” Linghu Chong nodded solemnly.

Feng Qingyang had truly treated him with sincerity. He had passed down all his martial knowledge without reservation—an act of immeasurable grace Linghu Chong would never forget.

“Chong’er, once you leave, never mention my existence to outsiders—not even to your master. Understood?”

Feng Qingyang reminded him—it was time to say goodbye.

Linghu Chong’s body trembled. He knew Feng Qingyang was leaving. With deep reluctance, he asked, “Granduncle-Master, are you leaving?”

“Chong’er, all good things must come to an end. I may never leave Huashan, but from now on, we should not meet again.”

Feng Qingyang sighed.

“Is it because of the Sword-Qi Dispute?” Linghu Chong asked.

He understood. Because of the conflict between the Sword and Qi branches, Feng Qingyang had long been disappointed in the current Huashan Sect.

As a member of the Sword Sect, for Feng Qingyang to even teach a disciple of the Qi faction was already a massive concession. Leaving was his way of staying true to his principles.

“So you understand. Never mind, there’s no need to bring up old grudges.”

“Chong’er, your future achievements won’t be confined to Huashan. I only hope… you don’t forget where you came from.”

Feng Qingyang wouldn’t demand anything of Linghu Chong. He only hoped that one day, when Linghu Chong made a name for himself, he would not forget the Huashan Sect.

“I won’t, Granduncle-Master! Huashan is my home. No matter what, I will never forget it.” Linghu Chong replied with firm conviction.

“Good, that puts me at ease.” Feng Qingyang nodded, then added, “Chong’er, I’m off.”

Before Linghu Chong could say more, Feng Qingyang’s figure flickered and vanished into the distance with lightness skill.

“Respectfully sending off Granduncle-Master!”

Linghu Chong clasped his fists and bowed deeply, his clear voice echoing across the Cliff of Reflection.