Chapter 57: Feng Qingyang

Ignoring the two stunned individuals, Feng Qingyang walked straight up to Wang Jingyuan, his face gloomy as he demanded, "Were you the one walking all the way here and cursing?"

Wang Jingyuan glanced at the brightly glowing green health bar above Feng Qingyang's head and nodded matter-of-factly, "That's right, it was me."

Feng Qingyang's expression darkened further. "Junior, since you already know I am of the Sword Sect, aren't you afraid I will kill you?"

Wang Jingyuan shook his head. "Not afraid at all."

"Are you so confident you can escape with your life from my hands?"

"I definitely couldn't escape, but that's assuming you actually want to kill me. I know very well that you and I are different; you are a good person who considers the bigger picture. Even though you hate the Qi Sect to the bone, you would never bear to watch the Mount Hua Sect vanish into thin air.

Therefore, someone like me—the pillar of heaven and earth, the foundational beam of the sea, and the future hope of the Mount Hua Sect—is someone you would never bring yourself to kill."

"Are you so certain?" Feng Qingyang stepped closer, his aura growing increasingly oppressive. Wang Jingyuan, bearing the brunt of it, even had the illusion of being pricked by needles, prompting him to secretly admire how hardcore this was.

Wang Jingyuan checked the color of the opponent's health bar once more. "When you discovered you had been tricked back then, you rushed right back. If I remember correctly, there were only three people on the mountain at that time: the former sect leader, Ning Qingyu, along with my master and mistress.

With your formidable talent as a Sword Sect genius, you could have sliced the three of them into a thousand pieces if you wanted to. Or, taking a step back, you could have simply used your superior strength to subjugate all three. From then on, the Mount Hua Sect would have been entirely under the Sword Sect's control.

With you around, the Mount Hua Sect branching out and reaching its peak once again would have been no problem at all. But you didn't do that."

The oppressive aura around Feng Qingyang receded. "Is this your reason for uninhibitedly hurling insults at me?"

Wang Jingyuan nodded as if it were only natural. "That's right. You're a good person, so you deserve to be bullied by me. But that's only the first reason.

Secondly, when you were tricked away by the Qi Sect members on the eve of the great battle, that could still be attributed to your obsession with swordsmanship and ignorance of worldly affairs. But when you returned to Mount Hua and found that the matter was already set in stone, you should have taken ruthless action to subdue those three, forcefully extracted the Qi Sect's legacy, and appointed yourself as the sect leader.

From then on, the Sword and Qi sects of Mount Hua would have merged into one, with you, the strongest master, taking over as leader. That could have been called breaking and standing anew, a rebirth from the ashes. Yet you did nothing at all, running off to hide on Jade Girl Peak, and hiding there for decades."

Hearing Wang Jingyuan's words, everyone present furrowed their brows deeply. Yue Lingshan and Linghu Chong felt that everything Wang Jingyuan said was subtly implying that their master taking over as sect leader back then was a mistake.

As for Feng Qingyang, he was puzzled as to how Yue Buqun had managed to teach such a piece of work.

"Aren't you afraid that Yue Buqun will find out about such treasonous and blasphemous words?"

"Even if he were right here, I'd say the exact same thing. And what I find most ridiculous is that as you grew older, you must have figured many things out. My master is also a deeply calculating man, and he probably understood from the very beginning.

This dispute between the Sword and Qi sects was never about differing martial arts philosophies. If it were, should the Seventy-Two Arhat Hands of Shaolin Temple be split into seventy-two different mountain peaks?

At the end of the day, it was simply human greed and the desire to eliminate dissidents. What were they fighting for? Power! If they could fight for power openly and honorably, I might even hold them in slightly higher regard.

As a result, those idiots from the previous generations actually rejected each other's martial arts just to find a high-sounding excuse for their power struggle! If the *Purple Mists Divine Art* is a Mount Hua martial art, then why isn't the *Desolate Dragon Nine-Sword Style*? Self-imposed limitation, utterly foolish!

My master knows this as clearly as a mirror, but because his teachers and fellow disciples all died at the hands of the Sword Sect, if any of his disciples dared to learn Sword Sect techniques now, he would probably fly into a rage and purge the sect.

As for you, you're slightly better, but not by much. Neither of you knows how to learn from past lessons."

Feng Qingyang's brows furrowed even deeper. "Then what is your purpose in coming up the mountain this trip?"

Wang Jingyuan had been waiting for precisely these words. "Mount Hua is currently in ruins waiting to be rebuilt, and I have a way to revive it. But all of this takes time, and the Mount Shan Sect is lurking nearby like a tiger eyeing its prey, leaving me no time to develop.

Therefore, the current predicament facing Mount Hua is the lack of a top-tier master who can act as a stabilizing divine needle, shielding Mount Hua from the wind and rain so I can execute my methods.

It's not like I don't have methods to rapidly boost someone's cultivation, but it requires the person to undergo self-castration. I asked my master, and he was neither willing to let me castrate him nor willing to let me castrate myself. The others on this mountain are utterly useless, so after much thought, the only person left to find is you."

Upon hearing such a juicy piece of gossip, Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan widened their eyes in shock. Wang Jingyuan had actually attempted such a thing before?!

Feng Qingyang's eyes widened even further. "So you came looking for me just to castrate me?!"

Wang Jingyuan waved his hands repeatedly. "Not to that extent! Not to that extent! Your current martial arts are the absolute best among the Five Great Mountains, more than enough to beat Fang Zheng and Chongxu; there's no need for castration.

You just need to be willing to come down the mountain and hold down the fort. Of course, if you are willing to make the sacrifice, then..."

"Don't even think about it!" Feng Qingyang instantly bristled with rage. "Junior, I will not go down the mountain with you. I did let the Qi Sect off back then, but I will never help the Qi Sect either. On the day the Sword Sect was wiped out, I considered myself to have no sect left!"

Feng Qingyang's reaction was entirely within Wang Jingyuan's expectations, and he had long since prepared for it. He pulled a thin booklet from his bosom and handed it over to Feng Qingyang.

Linghu Chong looked at the title on the cover of the booklet, and his entire being practically collapsed. When he was eating melons and watching the drama in Hengyang City earlier, out of curiosity, he had managed to get a copy to read.

Yet after reading it, he regretted every moment—why was his reading speed so fast, and why was his memory so good?

Therefore, he immediately lunged forward, trying to stop Feng Qingyang. "Grand Uncle-Master, don't look! Junior Brother Wang brought the wrong thing!"

Wang Jingyuan blocked Linghu Chong's path. "I didn't bring the wrong thing. This is the exact one."

Linghu Chong said anxiously, "But, this... this..."

"Why are you showing me such filthy and disgusting trash?!" It seemed Feng Qingyang's reading speed was just as fast as Linghu Chong's; he had already glanced through the gist of it.

Wang Jingyuan chuckled and said, "I wrote this booklet."

"What?!" Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan were instantly struck dumb with astonishment.

Linghu Chong felt as if his heart were being wrung with grief as he pointed at the author's pen name on the booklet. "So Junior Brother Wang, you are that 'Don't Eat Cilantro'! Also, how could you do such a thing?! Didn't Elder Mo Da of the Hengshan Sect even pass down the *Thirteen Hengshan Cloud-Mist Sword Forms* to you? How could you repay kindness with enmity and soil someone's innocence?"

"Hmph! If it weren't for me, Liu Zhengfeng would have had a hard time even washing his hands in the golden basin. Your brain doesn't work well; I couldn't explain the reasons to you even if I tried." Wang Jingyuan turned his gaze back to Feng Qingyang. "Well? Is my writing style passable? If you don't go down the mountain, I'll have a new work published immediately. Suppose you really don't care about the Mount Hua Sect, surely you must care about your own legacy and reputation after death?

I've already thought of the theme for the new book, using that incident where you were tricked into marriage by the Qi Sect as a blueprint. Should I call it *All the Way South*, or perhaps *The Wet Dream Vacation of the Mount Hua Sword Saint*?"

"You...!!!"

Wang Jingyuan checked the color of Feng Qingyang's health bar once more, his smile growing increasingly wicked. "They all say you're a good person. Good people deserve to be bullied by me."