Chased by Feng Qingyang

Song Qingshu didn't hear anything Mu Wanqing said. He had just read through the Five Peaks Swordplay and the Demonic Cult's Ten Elders' methods and had already learned them all. Now, he closed his eyes, his mind racing.

Having read the original novel, he understood that moves were dead but people were alive. If he performed these sword moves rigidly and unyieldingly, they would naturally be easily deciphered by others. However, as long as the swordsman used the moves flexibly, he could avoid being easily countered by the enemy as if they were following a diagram.

Song Qingshu had always had high theoretical combat power but lacked practical experience. Now, these murals vividly demonstrated high-level combat between experts.

The angle of attack, timing, force, the transition to the next move, and the enemy's response... Song Qingshu felt his mind becoming clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, he was startled and turned his head to look behind him intently. Mu Wanqing noticed his movement and also turned, discovering an elder with white hair and beard, possessing an immortal demeanor, standing there silently.

"Youngsters have such high alertness," the elder smiled slightly, looking at the sword moves on the wall, his expression lost in memory, finally turning into a long sigh. "After so many years, people from the Sun Moon Holy Cult still found their way here."

This person was naturally Feng Qingyang, who was divine in swordsmanship in the original work. Song Qingshu and Mu Wanqing had been discovered by him as soon as they ascended the Cliff of Reflection. He was surprised to find that Song Qingshu didn't stop at all and went straight into this secret cave.

One should know that besides Linghu Chong stumbling in by chance, no one else in this era knew the secret of this place. Song Qingshu's actions clearly indicated he knew the secret beforehand. Sensing that his internal energy didn't seem to be orthodox martial arts, Feng Qingyang made a slight deduction, believing he was likely from the Demonic Cult and had obtained the secret here from ancient records.

The ultimate techniques of the Five Peaks Sword Sect must not fall into the hands of the Demonic Cult. The thought flashed through Feng Qingyang's mind, and he spoke indifferently, "Young man, I cannot let you take the Five Peaks Swordplay down the mountain. You might as well stay here and live with this old man for twenty to thirty years."

Song Qingshu had no idea he was mistaken for someone from the Demonic Cult by Feng Qingyang, and he couldn't help but lament inwardly. He had only come to pick up scraps that the original protagonist disdained. Was it really necessary...

Mu Wanqing, standing beside him, could clearly feel the unfathomable aura emanating from the elder. Hearing his words, she became anxious and quickly explained, "We accidentally stumbled into your sect's forbidden area and didn't understand the rules, so we saw your sect's ultimate techniques. However, Gou Dan'er is just a simpleton; even if he saw them, he wouldn't remember them. We hope the senior will be magnanimous and let him leave."

Seeing Mu Wanqing plead for him, Song Qingshu felt a warmth in his heart and gave her a grateful look.

Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Feng Qingyang's expression became somewhat strange. "He's considered a fool?" Suddenly realizing something, his face grew even more stern as he looked at Song Qingshu, "Deceiving a woman with clever words is even more unforgivable."

Song Qingshu had initially respected this sword master, but upon seeing him enter and immediately declare he would imprison him for decades without asking for details, and then criticize him from a moral high ground, a surge of anger welled up within him. The pride of a transmigrator made him smile arrogantly, "Heh, as if your martial arts are superior to mine."

Mu Wanqing, on the side, turned pale with fright and anxiously looked at Song Qingshu, "Gou Dan'er, quickly apologize to the senior."

Feng Qingyang's heart, having cultivated in seclusion for many years, was as still as an ancient well, yet he was provoked into a surge of anger. He snorted coldly, "Young people are simply too arrogant."

"You can try," Song Qingshu stood there silently, his gaze focused, his mind at peace.

"You make a move, otherwise, you won't have the chance. I can let you have the first three moves," Feng Qingyang said, his hands behind his back, maintaining his dignity and unwilling to make the first move.

"You said it yourself." A wicked smile appeared on Song Qingshu's lips. His body moved, activating Treading Sand Without Trace to its extreme. He passed by Feng Qingyang like lightning. Seeing Feng Qingyang, who had a bloody gash on his neck, slowly fall, Song Qingshu wiped the bloodstain from his wooden sword and said disdainfully, "Don't show off, or you'll be struck by lightning."

Of course, the scene above was merely Song Qingshu's fantasy. Feng Qingyang stared strangely at his eerie smile and snorted, "You lost focus just now. If I had made a move, you would already be dead."

Song Qingshu wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and chuckled sheepishly. How could he not change his bad habit of overthinking? If the other party hadn't offered him three moves, his momentary distraction would have cost him his life.

"Please guide me, senior." Song Qingshu rallied his spirits. His footwork shifted, and his palm strike secretly contained the defensive posture of Wudang's Soft Palm, mixed with the solidity of Emei's Golden Summit Soft Palm and the ferocity of the Heaven Shaking Iron Palm.

"Oh!" Feng Qingyang looked at him with surprise, pondering how this young man could blend the essences of several distinctly different palm techniques so perfectly. He was truly a martial arts prodigy. It was a pity that being a member of the Demonic Cult and filled with malevolence himself, it was truly a shame...

With a thought, Feng Qingyang formed a sword gesture with his fingers and met the attack with a single finger. Song Qingshu was horrified to find a sharp and piercing sword energy tearing through his palm strike. If he hadn't retracted his palm and continued forward, his hand would likely have been pierced. He quickly unleashed the Great Demon Subduing Fist with his left hand to disperse the opponent's sword energy and dodged several meters away.

"The Palm Breaking Stance of the Nine Swords of Dugu is indeed worthy of its reputation." Song Qingshu looked at Feng Qingyang with a grave expression. The Nine Swords of Dugu truly attacked where the opponent was most vulnerable.

Feng Qingyang had long since transcended the limitations of the Nine Swords of Dugu. That single finger just now merely contained the sword intent of the Palm Breaking Stance. Seeing that he mistakenly thought it was the Nine Swords of Dugu, he didn't bother to clarify. "Young man's martial arts are already outstanding among the younger generation, truly rare."

"Elder Feng indeed lives up to his reputation as the foremost swordsman in the world today," Song Qingshu praised sincerely.

"The first move is over, make your second move." Feng Qingyang smiled faintly, continuing to stand with his hands behind his back.

"Damn it, when will I be able to strike this pose and show off in front of my enemies?" Song Qingshu thought resentfully. Then, he executed a standard Tiger Claw Hand, attacking the opponent's center.

"Oh~" Feng Qingyang was surprised again. His previous palm strike had incorporated the essence of several palm techniques, yet this second move was so ordinary. Knowing he must have a follow-up, Feng Qingyang remained still.

As expected, when the attack reached him, Song Qingshu transformed his fierce Tiger Claw Hand into the sinister and deadly Nine Yin White Bone Claw. The speed of his change of moves was astonishing, but Feng Qingyang, caught off guard, was not flustered. He leisurely pointed a finger at the pervasive claw shadows.

Mu Wanqing watched from the side, feeling disgusted. Song Qingshu's Nine Yin White Bone Claw attacked rapidly, but Feng Qingyang's finger moved as if in slow motion, yet he was able to precisely use his finger's sword energy to disperse Song Qingshu's every claw strike!

After a few breaths, Song Qingshu returned to his original position, his hands numb. Feng Qingyang, however, looked at him with surprise. "Unexpectedly, he didn't sustain any damage even when his body directly met my sword energy."

"There's only one move left." The more this was the case, the more vigilant Feng Qingyang became. Such a person in the Demonic Cult would be a disaster for Mount Hua. Unconsciously, he harbored killing intent.