The Evil Prince 295-296

Chapter 295 The Summit of Mount Hua
"Master... this is... Mount Hua?" Linghu Yan looked at me with disbelief, and after a long while, she said in surprise, as if she couldn't believe that everything before her was real. She was incredibly surprised by the familiar scenery before her, her mouth slightly open and her brows slightly furrowed, as if what she was seeing was an illusion.
"Hehe, not bad, this is Mount Hua. How is it? Do you think the environment here is alright?" I said to Linghu Yan calmly, a strange smile unconsciously appearing on my lips.
"Master, what is this..." Linghu Yan asked softly. Although she had some guesses in her mind from looking at the group of people in front of her, these were just guesses and hadn't become reality. So, at this moment, Linghu Yan's eyes were filled with hope, hoping to get a definite answer from me. Even so, her body was trembling with excitement.
I didn't give Linghu Yan a direct answer to her question. I just stood there, glanced at her indifferently, and then smiled at her, saying, "I'm the kind of person who remembers my promises very clearly. I promised you I'd help you get revenge, so of course I won't forget. Coincidentally, I've been quite bored lately, so I came here with you. What? Don't you want revenge anymore?"
"Yes!! Of course I want revenge!!" Linghu Yan said excitedly, not even giving me a chance to speak again. Tears were already streaming down her face as she spoke. It seemed that Linghu Yan's hatred was truly etched into her bones. At this moment, even her voice trembled involuntarily, and she didn't even give me a chance to speak again. The usual Linghu Yan wasn't like this.
"Hehe, since that's the case, let's go then. Anyway, it's still early. We'll stay overnight at your Huashan." I smiled faintly and stepped down first, with Linghu Yan following beside me, and over a hundred of my men behind us. The upscale hotel was deserted at this time, as it had officially become the property of the Ice Mirror Society this afternoon, and everyone had been expelled except for the hotel staff. So, our appearance didn't cause any a stir.
After exiting the gate, my hundred-plus men quickly flew out and left, heading into the distance. Their destination was clear: Huashan, the location of the sect's gate.
The Huashan Sect's gate is located on the West Peak of Huashan, the most beautiful and open place on Huashan. The entire Huashan Sect is situated here, not at the West Peak scenic spot, but behind it, where there is another peak, shrouded in mist and clouds. Only masters could enter. Like most sects, it was hidden in various ways, making it impossible for others to find it unless they were also martial arts masters.
For example, Shaolin Temple is divided into Inner Shaolin and Outer Shaolin. The Inner Shaolin is filled with masters, and its Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, the Yi Jin Jing, and the Xi Sui Jing are all preserved there. The Eighteen Bronze Men and the Wooden Dummy Alley are also still intact. The Outer Shaolin, on the other hand, is just a group of fake monks who live off offerings and make money, or low-ranking peripheral disciples. The real masters never come here; they are just peripheral disciples responsible for earning money.
The same applies to Qingcheng, Kongtong, Kunlun, Wudang, and so on. According to Chinese sayings, what is displayed on the outside is never the best. The same is true for the Huashan Sect. The true Huashan Sect is hidden behind a mountain behind the West Peak, shrouded in mist year-round, making it impossible to find. It is a self-contained system, inaccessible by climbing. The only way to reach it is to leap about five meters at a time across a cliff on the West Peak, an impossible feat for ordinary people. Therefore, it is well hidden, making people believe it has long since disappeared into the dustbin of history.
But who could have known that it remained perfectly preserved there, not only perfectly, but even more prosperous than before? And it wasn't just the legendary sects; the population of modern society had increased dramatically, and the increase in the number of members in these ancient sects was unimaginable. Each one was handpicked, as countless people were willing to become their disciples, for everyone harbored a martial arts dream.
After about a hundred subordinates left the hotel, they quickly leaped upwards. It was nearing dusk, and a blood-red setting sun cast a beautiful glow, making the entire mountain, like a fairyland, appear exceptionally beautiful under the sunset, captivating all who beheld it, unconsciously immersing themselves in its beauty.
Undoubtedly, these subordinates were all exceptionally skilled, each possessing at least a fourth-rank martial arts ability. Even in the martial world, they would be considered top-tier fighters, each incredibly powerful. This force, if it fell into the hands of the martial arts world, could absolutely become a major sect comparable to the Five Mountains Sword Sect. These subordinates swiftly leaped up the mountain peak, then quickly bounded over boulders to reach the summit. There was no one else there. At this moment, about a hundred subordinates swiftly jumped across a cliff and disappeared into the white clouds, vanishing without a trace.
Clearly, that must have been the headquarters of the Huashan Sect. Although the Huashan headquarters was very secretive, that was only to ordinary people. Few in the martial world were unaware of it; after all, Huashan was a major sect, and naturally, many people came to visit or challenge them every year. This was no secret over time. My subordinates, many of whom were skilled martial artists, naturally knew the intricacies of the situation, so they leaped across without hesitation.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." In just over a minute, more than a hundred of his men leaped into the clouds and disappeared without a trace. At the same time, I followed Linghu Yan across the clouds. After crossing, I found myself in front of a wide meadow. Although this place was located on a cliff, it had a very open meadow, looking like an endless grassland. It must be said that this place was very open. Looking around, the open space was at least three to five miles wide. In the center, there was a hillside with a large group of ancient buildings on it. I guess that was where the Huashan Mountain Gate was located. Five meters above us, there was a huge rock that extended outward like a springboard, directly across the narrow valley and into the clouds. Judging from this, I guessed that when we came out, we only needed to step on the huge rock and then we could leave safely.
Looking at the Huashan Sect, I must say it's simply a masterpiece. I don't know which master craftsman created it, but it's so magnificent and exquisitely crafted. At least I don't think I could do it, and I believe no one in this world could either.
"Who goes there? How dare you trespass on the Huashan Sect's gates?!" Suddenly, a dozen men in ancient robes rushed in from afar. Leading them was a middle-aged man in his thirties with a topknot, who looked like someone who had been out of touch with society for a long time. He spoke sternly to us. Behind him were ten disciples, all young, wearing robes but with short hair, looking somewhat incongruous.
"Uncle-Master Zhou! I am Linghu Yan... We are..." Linghu Yan immediately stepped forward from beside me upon seeing the man before her, excitedly addressing him.
"Hmph, traitor Linghu Yan! You plotted to seize the Huashan Sect's ultimate martial arts, the 'Purple Cloud Divine Skill,' and the 'Nine Swords of Dugu,' thus killing the former sect leader. You traitor, how dare you return? Prepare to die!" However, the other party clearly did not show any excitement upon seeing Linghu Yan. Instead, he spoke to Linghu Yan with a face full of anger. After speaking, he grabbed his weapon and charged forward, his longsword instantly transforming into several sword moves as he thrust towards Linghu Yan's heart.
To be honest, this guy is incredibly stupid. He dares to spout such a clumsy lie. Linghu Yan's grandfather was the former sect leader. Even without murder, she could obtain the Huashan martial arts techniques. After all, they are grandfather and granddaughter. There's nothing they can't talk about. Getting two manuals wouldn't be difficult. Why would he need to kill someone? Anyone with a brain knows they're talking nonsense. Yet, he's attacking Linghu Yan, clearly intending to kill her to silence her. Although he speaks in a high-sounding manner, the dozen or so disciples behind him are already wavering, a hint of doubt appearing in their eyes.
Linghu Yan wasn't stupid. Seeing this situation, she naturally understood that her martial uncle had probably betrayed her and was even trying to kill her. Without hesitation, she grabbed a longsword from one of her subordinates and charged towards her so-called martial uncle. However, Linghu Yan was still somewhat inexperienced. There are basically no shortcuts in martial arts; unless you're an exceptionally talented person, it's difficult to defeat those older than you. After all, they have more experience and skill. Although Linghu Yan was also a master, already a fifth-rank expert at a young age, her martial uncle was nearly forty, and his strength and experience were far beyond Linghu Yan's. He had even entered the fourth-rank realm. Linghu Yan's weaknesses were revealed after only a short exchange.
A crisp clang of metal rang in everyone's ears. At that moment, Linghu Yan's martial uncle seized an opening and thrust his sword. One of my men swiftly countered, exchanging blows and sending the attacker flying several steps back, while my man remained unharmed
and unmoved. The man wielding the Wu hook stood there after the exchange, coldly watching the man before him, making no further move. Strictly speaking, he had broken the rules by saving Linghu Yan before I spoke. However, since he disobeyed orders first, his actions were considered equal, and he wouldn't be pursued further. But if he attacked now, it would be disrespectful to me, with serious consequences. Therefore, he dared not act rashly and simply waited for my command before making any further moves.
Linghu Yan's martial uncle, having been forced back, understood the superiority of the opponent and naturally dared not attack, simply standing there watching my man without daring to make a move.
"Those who block my way shall die. Now... step aside, and I may spare your lives; otherwise, I will kill you without mercy." I stood there calmly speaking to Uncle Zhou, who was standing before Linghu Yan. Although my words were calm, I made no attempt to hide the killing intent in my heart. Without a doubt, if he dared to say no, he would surely die, instantly being chopped into a dozen pieces, or even more.
Hearing my words, the group of disciples beside Uncle Zhou clearly began to hesitate. I had over a hundred men with me, each of them looking very powerful, while he only had a dozen or so. Obviously, my side had the advantage in numbers, and they only had Uncle Zhou, a master, yet he was easily blocked by my men. At this point, they naturally knew who was stronger. However, the rules of the Huashan Sect were strict, and although they hesitated, they dared not say anything. They just stood there, each looking at Uncle Zhou with hopeful eyes, hoping he would make a wise decision.
Unfortunately, their Uncle Zhou was still in a state of shock. Looking at my subordinate wielding the Wu Hook, his eyes were filled with disbelief. This guy hadn't left the mountain in decades and must have been incredibly arrogant, thinking himself very powerful. So, being easily repelled by my subordinate was probably hard for him to accept, and he was still standing there in a daze.
"I'll give you one minute to deal with these small fry. Remember... anyone who gets in my way dies," I said calmly to my subordinates. As soon as I finished speaking, dozens of my men flew out. The eighteen leading men were the eighteen Xiantian masters under my command. Although some died in the last battle, the Ice Mirror Society's strength was superior, and making up for it wasn't a problem. In just over ten days, we had gained two more Xiantian masters, both infamous figures in the demonic path.
I stood there, took out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and looked at Linghu Yan, who was hesitant and reluctant. After taking a drag, I said calmly, "Remember, they are your enemies now. They want to kill you. You absolutely cannot be soft on your enemies, or you'll be the one who dies in the end."
I looked ahead, and within seconds, all of them were dead. Linghu Yan's Uncle Zhou was even pierced through the body by six weapons simultaneously. It seems this guy really received special treatment from my men; even his death was different from others. All the dozen or so people around him died with a single blow, but he alone had six weapons from innate masters pierce his body. What else could it be but special treatment?
Without saying anything more, I simply stood up and walked towards the Huashan Sect in the distance.
As we walked over the corpses, I saw a flicker of pity in Linghu Yan's eyes as she looked at the people on the ground. However, it seemed she listened to my words and didn't say anything more, just bit her lip and followed me away.
Arriving at the mountain gate, I was greeted by a cluster of ancient buildings, some in the Tang Dynasty style, some in the Song Dynasty style, and most notably in the Ming Dynasty style. It felt like stepping into a history museum, with buildings from various periods, all exquisitely crafted. I truly wondered how these people managed to build such a place, considering that hundreds of years ago, we didn't have such advanced technology. I wondered how those craftsmen managed to transport all that material and construct this massive complex.
In the very center, besides a row of cement steps, there were large bluestone slabs and flowers arranged around them. Above the central doorway were three large, powerful characters: "Huashan School." It was clearly the work of a master calligrapher, though I didn't know who it was. After all, I'm not an expert in calligraphy, and I'm not a robot who knows everything.
Four or five burly men stood at the entrance. Upon seeing me, they immediately recognized me. One of them, holding a simple iron sword, stepped forward and pointed at us, saying, "Who are you? How did you get here? Where's Uncle Zhou, who was on patrol? Why did they let you in?"
"Hehe, I'm here to pay my respects to your sect leader and elders. Of course, if possible, I wouldn't mind visiting everyone in the Huashan Sect..." Before Linghu Yan could speak, I stepped forward and said with a smile to the young man in front of me.
"What? Such arrogance! Kid, so many of you carrying weapons—are you here to provoke Huashan?" Clearly, they didn't believe my clumsy lie. One of the young men said calmly, noticing the group behind me treating me with extreme indifference.
"Hehe, you can't say that. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just here to pay a visit. Of course... if you insist we're here to cause trouble, that's fine too. Now, tell your sect leader to come and greet me, or I'll burn the Huashan Sect to the ground. Since you see us as troublemakers, we won't be polite. Bring as many people as you have from the Huashan Sect, we'll take them all." I said with a smile, but then my expression suddenly changed and I stood there coldly.
Looking at the guys at the door, I didn't bother to say anything more. At this point, provoking a conflict was undoubtedly the best option. After all, I not only wanted to avenge Linghu Yan by killing her enemy, the current Huashan Sect leader, but we also wanted to vindicate Linghu Yan and even help her take the position of Huashan Sect leader. Naturally, we didn't need to be polite. In fighting and killing, the Bingjian Society would be number one, and no one would dare to be number two... Besides, I'm not bragging about having over a hundred experts; they could easily wipe out the entire Huashan Sect.
According to Linghu Yan's intelligence, there are only three Innate Realm masters in the entire Mount Hua, while I have at least thirty around me, and another seventy or eighty Fourth Rank masters. Killing everyone here would be an easy task for me; I could do it anytime I wanted.
As expected, my words caused their expression to change. The three men stood there, drawing their weapons and coldly staring at us, as if ready to attack at any moment. However, they didn't, and one of them had already quietly disappeared behind them.
Chapter 296 The Battle of Revenge
"Those who disobey will be killed without mercy." Without any extra words or expressions, standing in the cold wind, I simply glanced at the group of people in front of me, my eyes filled with coldness and indifference, as if looking at a group of corpses, and spoke calmly to my subordinates.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh." Three gusts of wind whistled past my ears, and instantly four or five figures rushed out. In a short while, what appeared before me were no longer vibrant lives, but several cold corpses. At this moment, their heads had been completely separated from their bodies.
"Go!!!" A subordinate next to me shouted loudly to his companions. This person was none other than Ying. Only Ying could give orders in this place full of experts. Apart from me, he could suppress those experts from Ice Soul. After all, those people were once vicious and ruthless.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Over a hundred figures whistled out from beside me, rushing towards the ancient architectural complex in front of me. Each one moved with incredible agility, like locusts, instantly covering the entire complex with hundreds of black dots, followed by a series of miserable groans.
The painful groans rose and fell, something I had already anticipated. The people from Ice Soul were all ruthless and vicious, many of whom already had grudges against Mount Hua. Naturally, they wouldn't hold back, killing without mercy, each one immersed in the pleasure of slaughter. The Li family members were even more deadly. Most of the Li family members were death warriors trained by the family. So-called death warriors are, of course, emotionless killing machines. Only ghosts know how terrifying these people are. Anyway, I know that these people killing these Mount Hua members is no different from a tiger killing a chicken; it's simply too easy.
"Master, these are all people from the Huashan Sect. They're the fruits of my grandfather's labor. Can you please spare them?" Although I felt nothing, Linghu Yan beside me couldn't bear it. Seeing this, she pleaded softly, her eyes already brimming with tears.
Actually, I didn't intend to wipe out the Huashan Sect; I just wanted them to know how terrifying I was. Without a bloody lesson, they wouldn't understand how terrifying I truly am, how powerful I am. Only by making them fearful, and then instilling their terror, could everything fall into my hands. After all, I, Li Tianxie, am known for never suffering a loss. Although this was to avenge Linghu Yan,... I still had to find a way to gain something. My greed surged, and at this moment, I felt an extraordinary avarice towards everything, including this matter.
After nodding to Linghu Yan, I shouted loudly to my large group of subordinates, "Stop! Don't kill anyone yet! Knock them all unconscious! Arrest the leader! Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy!"
My voice wasn't particularly loud, but everyone within a ten-mile radius heard me clearly, word for word. Intimidated by my authority, my vicious subordinates began to restrain themselves. However, these men were no pushovers either. Those who resisted weren't even given a chance to speak; their lives were ended instantly. In a short while, dozens more lives were lost at their hands.
Standing there with my eyes closed, I made no movement, simply listening to the wind, the water, and the sounds of battle. Each sound entered my ears. At that moment, I felt as if I had completely merged with nature, skillfully grasping everything around me, fully understanding everything around me. Although I didn't move, didn't speak, and didn't even open my eyes...
However, I was fully aware of everything happening around me because... my inner eye was open, and my spiritual power covered the surroundings. I waited for a full ten minutes. Linghu Yan, though silent, nervously glanced between me and the Huashan Sect, seemingly anxious but daring not to make a move, simply waiting quietly for my action... waiting for me to wake up, waiting for me to speak.
When I opened my eyes, a look of joy immediately appeared on Linghu Yan's face, as beautiful as peach blossoms in full bloom in spring. She spoke to me in her sweetest voice, "Master, you're awake?"
"Let's go, let's go up. The matter is almost resolved," I said calmly to Linghu Yan, then took the lead and walked up the steps, step by step, towards the summit.
The architecture of the Huashan Sect is quite unique. Although it is an ancient building, it is incredibly massive. After thousands of years of accumulation, Huashan has become extraordinary. It seems to surround a small, not very high, hill on the central plain, forming a circle that encircles the entire mountain. At the bottom, of course, are the lowest-ranking disciples. As you go up, the higher you go, the more skilled the disciples become. Finally, the sect leader lives on the highest level. There is a spacious training ground that can accommodate three to five thousand people. This is where the Huashan disciples practice. The sect leader's residence is also located above the training ground. Behind the sect leader's residence is the most important place in Huashan, the Sutra Repository. Although it is not as rich and colorful as the Shaolin Sutra Repository, Huashan has a history of thousands of years and naturally has its unknown aspects. The Sutra Repository contains the most classic scriptures, which are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Therefore, the security measures here are undoubtedly the most stringent. Everything has undergone rigorous screening. The sect leader's residence is located there, and with so many additional guards, it's situated atop the mountain. Except for those experts capable of flying, no one can easily breach Mount Hua's layers of defense. Although it's not an impregnable fortress, it's more formidable than one, because there are at least a thousand people on
Mount Hua, including many experts. Such a lineup would give most people a headache. Step by step, Linghu Yan followed behind me on the steps, her steps light, her face pale. As we walked, countless people dressed in Mount Hua attire lay on the ground, their limbs mangled, their bodies dismembered. The sight was truly gruesome. We had probably seen two or three hundred corpses scattered around us, making Linghu Yan feel unsteady on her feet. She seemed deeply distressed.
However, this is understandable. At least I understand Linghu Yan. After all, this is where she grew up, and many of the dead were even acquaintances of hers. Seeing familiar faces lying dead before her eyes would be unpleasant for anyone. Linghu Yan's reaction was expected. Conversely, if she hadn't reacted at all, I would have been wary. Such a woman would be terrifying, or rather, too cold-hearted.
Looking unconsciously at the corpses on the ground, Linghu Yan grabbed my arm, standing before me with tears welling in her eyes, as if she were about to burst into tears, but she forcefully suppressed them, preventing them from falling.
I patted Linghu Yan's hand and led her towards the training ground. When we arrived, the area was already packed with people, many of them wounded and dragging their injuries. Fortunately, though, none of their injuries were serious. It was clear that those bastards, after receiving my order, had vented their anger but hadn't actually killed anyone; otherwise, these people wouldn't have survived. Of course, I wouldn't have let those bastards get away with it either. There were at least
seven or eight hundred people standing in the training ground, and my men, each carrying their own unique weapon, stood there. Although there were only a few dozen of them, they kept a close watch on the crowd, preventing them from daring to resist. After all, although we were outnumbered, each of my men was a master capable of taking on a hundred opponents. It was normal for them not to dare to resist. Meanwhile, my men were constantly driving groups of twenty or thirty people into the training ground from the surrounding areas.
In the center sat a mahogany tiger-skin chair, clearly prepared for me. Judging by its appearance, it was an antique, carved with dragons and phoenixes, making it exceptionally eye-catching. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this chair was no ordinary piece; it must have been crafted by a master and was quite old, extremely valuable.
"I didn't expect the Huashan Sect to be so wealthy," I muttered to myself after sitting down without hesitation. Linghu Yan stood obediently to the right of my chair, looking at these familiar faces without saying a word.
A few minutes later, everyone had assembled. At that moment, Ying leaped up from the bottom of the steps and quickly came to my side. Standing before me, she respectfully said, "My lord, everything is done. We killed 334 members of the Huashan Sect, suffering zero losses ourselves. We captured 768 people, including 230 women and children, all of whom have been brought to our attention. Sect Leader Yue Buqun has also been brought here. Please make your decision, my lord." "
Heh, is that so? The people have been captured. So, does that mean our show can begin? Heh heh, I'm really looking forward to it. Tsk tsk, woman... aren't you looking forward to it too?" Hearing Ying's words, a smile unconsciously appeared on my lips. My smiling eyes swept over the group of Huashan Sect members around me, and I sat there noncommittally speaking to Linghu Yan on my right.
"Hmm..." Although it was just a faint reply, anyone could hear the deep-seated hatred in Linghu Yan's voice. The usually gentle Linghu Yan had become cold and sinister, standing beside me like a timeless glacier, radiating a chilling aura that shook the very soul.
It seemed that Linghu Yan's long-suppressed hatred was finally erupting. After all, the hatred of a family's annihilation was irreconcilable. Even the most good-tempered person would become like Linghu Yan at this moment, perhaps even worse. I think at this moment, Linghu Yan must have wanted to skin that bastard alive, tear him to pieces, for he had personally destroyed everything she had... forcing a kind-hearted, carefree young girl to flee for her life, consumed by hatred.

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