Legend has it that there is a martial arts manuscript Bixie Sword Manual in the house of Lin family, which when learned will give the person god-like speed and power. Thus, whoever manages to master it, will become the conqueror of the martial world...
[Out of desperation, Linghu Chong grabbed at her left sleeve. "Let it go!" yelled Yue Lingshan angrily. She pulled hard, and with a loud tearing sound, the whole sleeve was torn off and her entire arm was exposed.]
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At dusk that night, after bowing to Master and Master-Wife and bidding his farewell to all the apprentice brothers and sisters, Linghu Chong climbed up the steep cliff on the very top of the Jade Maiden Peak, bringing only a long sword with him. There was a cave on top of the cliff. It was the spot used for punishing generations of Huashan Sword School apprentices who had violated school rules. The cliff was completely bare, without a single blade of grass, not mentioning any trees. Other than the cave, there was nothing else on the cliff. Mount Huashan had many beautiful types of scenery and resourceful of trees and grasses, but this steep cliff was an exception. Legend told that the cliff was a pearl studded on the Jade Maiden's hairpin. The reason why earlier generations of Huashan grandmasters picked this steep cliff as the place for punishing apprentices was mainly because it was such a bare place that even birds or insects didn't want to live here. Therefore, when the punished apprentice meditated and thought through his mistakes, he wouldn't be distracted by other things and would be able to stay focused.
Linghu Chong entered the cave, and a big smooth rock on the floor soon caught his eyes.
"For the last several hundred years, many grandmasters of our Huashan Sword School must have sat on this rock before, which really smoothed out the rock surface. I, Linghu Chong, am the number one troublemaker of Huashan Sword School nowadays, so of course I am destined to sit on this rock. Master has been really kind to me. He had waited until today to send me here to sit on this rock," Linghu Chong thought to himself.
"Hello rock!" He patted on the big rock gently and muttered. "You've probably been lonely for many years. But Linghu Chong is here to be your company now."
Sitting down on the rock, he found his eyes only one foot away from the rock wall. Then something caught his attention. The words "Feng Qingyang" were carved on the left side of the rock wall. Those must have been carved using a sharp blade – the vigorous strokes were almost half-an-inch deep into the rock.
"Who's this Feng Qingyang?" Linghu Chong couldn't help but ask himself. "He is probably a senior master of our school who was once punished to meditate here. Oh, I see. My Grandmaster's name has a 'Qing' in it and he belongs to the 'Qing' generation of Huashan masters. This senior master named Feng must be my Grand Uncle-Master then. It takes great strength to carve something like that. His Kung Fu must have been outstanding. How come Master and Master-Wife never mentioned him before? I guess this senior master must have passed away a long time ago."
He closed his eyes and worked on his breathing exercises for about an hour before standing up again to stretch out. Going back into the cave and sat back down on the rock, he started pondering upon the question, "When I meet people from the Demon Cult, should I simply draw my sword and kill him right away with no questions asked and with no regards? Doesn't the Demon Cult even have a single good person? But if he were a good person, why would he join the Demon Cult in the first place? Even if he had joined the Demon Cult by mistake, he could have quit immediately. If he didn't quit, then he must be willing to collaborate with evil and harm innocent people."
