Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 123. Soaring passion for home and country, thinking of dreams and keeping love

Shi Feiyang's light and shadow are like the trail of a meteor across the night sky, short but dazzling.

This "Dragon Shadow Grappling Hand" move was a masterful technique from the Divine Dragon Claw technique. It was not only lightning-fast, but also carried an overwhelming force, swift and ferocious. His arm muscles were tense, veins bulging, like pythons poised for action, every inch of his muscle seemed to contain endless power.

In an instant, Shi Feiyang's palm was like a sharp pair of pliers made of fine steel, firmly grasping the long sword in Yili's hand.

Ellie only felt an overwhelming and powerful force coming from the hilt of the sword. The force was like a raging tsunami, which instantly dispersed the strength in her wrist. Her wrist felt numb and the sword was out of her control.

She could even clearly feel that the moment that force touched her, it was like millions of steel needles piercing her skin at the same time, causing her arms to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang's left hand reached out, grabbing her shoulder with such speed that Yili had no time to react. At that moment, Shi Feiyang was startled. He felt the soft touch on Yili's shoulder and thought to himself, "So it's a girl." With this thought, Shi Feiyang loosened his grip slightly and slowly let go of Yili.

"Miss, I'm sorry for the offense." Shi Feiyang bowed and apologized, and his face returned to a gentle expression.

Yi Li's face was filled with shock. She had never expected Shi Feiyang to so easily neutralize her attack and even snatch her sword away. She was both angry and unwilling, but at this moment, she also knew that the gap between herself and Shi Feiyang was like an insurmountable chasm.

She looked at Shi Feiyang, and her heart was filled with shock: she had practiced swordsmanship for many years and was quite famous in the martial arts world, but she was completely powerless in front of Shi Feiyang. What level of martial arts had he reached?
Shi Feiyang turned around and said to Xiao Lingling beside him, "Sister, go get a gold ingot, a piece of gold leaf, a few silver ingots, and a handful of gold needles." After a while, Xiao Lingling brought these things over.

Shi Feiyang handed these things to Yili and said with a smile, "Miss, these golden needles can be used as hidden weapons. With your skills, using such luxurious hidden weapons is worthy of your unparalleled beauty. I hope you will accept them and leave now."

Yi Li looked at the item in Shi Feiyang's hand, and her heart warmed. She had never thought that Shi Feiyang would treat her so politely after defeating her. Little did she know that in Shi Feiyang's heart, Yi Li, this beautiful girl, was the Sunflower Saint in his heart.

Yi Li silently took these treasures, and most of her hostility towards Shi Feiyang had dissipated.

You really need this money to travel around.

Yili glanced at the treasures in her hands and deeply felt Shi Feiyang's aura.

She looked at Shi Feiyang deeply, then turned and left.

However, the martial artists who attended Shi Feiyang's housewarming celebrations became malicious when they heard that Yi Li was a girl of unparalleled beauty.

A gentle breeze blew, and the weeping willows on the shore swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The mountains in the distance are hazy under the moonlight, like an ink painting.

Yili walked alone along the shore of Taihu Lake, enjoying the quiet night.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the lake, making the ripples sparkle. The breeze blows, bringing the fresh scent of the lake.

She took a deep breath, her heart filled with contentment. This rare tranquility allowed her to temporarily forget the disputes and troubles in the martial arts world.

Suddenly, several dark shadows rushed out from the surrounding woods and surrounded her.

Ellie was naturally proud and was not afraid at all. She just gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in her hand.

"My dear, it's late at night. It's not safe to be here alone." The leading man in black sneered, his laughter sounding particularly eerie in the silent night. Ellie took a closer look and realized that these men were all well-known villains in the martial arts world.

The leader is named Wang Bao, the chief of a famous ancient village in the northwest. He is good at the "Black Wind Fist" and his punches are fierce and powerful, with a whistling sound.

Next to him were his two subordinates. One was called Zhao Hu, who was originally a fierce bandit from the northwest. He was proficient in "Tiger Claw Kung Fu" and was ruthless in his attacks, specializing in attacking the lower three routes.

The other one is called Sun Lang, who was originally a horse thief from the northwest. He is good at the "Wolf Tooth Knife Technique". His knife skills are sharp and every move is deadly.

"What do you want to do? Are you here to die? Have you washed your neck?" Ellie asked coldly.

"Hehe, don't you understand what we want to do? Come with us, little beauty." Wang Bao said, and then he suddenly swung a punch, performing the "Black Wind Splitting Sky" in the "Black Wind Fist", with a powerful fist wind, and hit it straight at Ellie's chest.

The wind from the fist was like a howling gale, making Ellie's clothes rustle and her hair fly wildly.

Ellie dodged sideways, drew out her sword, and performed the Hengshan School's "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique", attacking as soon as she made a move. This was also her character, never giving in.

However, the three vicious and powerful villains in front of them had extraordinary martial arts skills and joined forces to besiege Ellie. In an instant, the sharp sound of weapons colliding rang out!

Ellie took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and gradually displayed the exquisiteness of her swordsmanship.

She was seen moving nimbly like a swimming fish, weaving through the enemy's encirclement.

Every turn and move she made was perfectly timed, deftly avoiding the attacks of the villains. The long sword in her hand swung out a series of sword flowers, as ethereal as clouds and mist, yet as sharp as a sword, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Zhao Hu spotted a flaw in Yi Li, roared, and pounced on her, using the "Tiger Claw Technique" and aiming directly at Yi Li's legs.

Ellie's heart tightened and she quickly took a step back, swinging her sword at the same time. The blade drew an arc in the air, trying to force Zhao Hu back.

Zhao Hu was not afraid at all. He dodged to the side, avoiding the sharp sword, and continued to attack with his fangs and claws.

Ellie was forced to retreat again and again, leaving shallow footprints in the soil beneath her feet.

At this moment, Sun Lang wielded his "Wolf Fang Blade Technique" and attacked from the side. The blade flashed like a black lightning, heading straight for Yili's neck. Yili quickly turned sideways and blocked it with her long sword.

With a loud "clang" sound, the swords collided, sparks flew, and Ellie felt her arm go numb.

The powerful impact nearly caused her to lose her sword. But she gritted her teeth, endured the pain in her arm, quickly adjusted her stance, and swung her sword back again, finally realizing that there are always people better than you.

She sighed inwardly. She had never expected that after defeating dozens of martial arts masters, she would suffer setbacks in the picturesque Jiangnan. Ah! Jiangnan is my nemesis!
The enemies cooperated well with each other and had strong martial arts skills, so Ellie gradually found it difficult to withstand them.

Ellie began to feel anxious, and finally understood that if you walk on the road at night, you will always encounter ghosts.

Beads of sweat rolled down Ellie's forehead. Each time she blocked the attack, it became increasingly strenuous. Her arms ached from constantly fending off the blows, as if they weighed a thousand pounds. A wave of despair washed over her. Was she going to die here today?

Just when Ellie was in trouble, a black shadow fell from the sky like a ghost.

The person who came was Shi Feiyang. There was a determined light in his eyes and a sense of righteousness emanated from his body.

This righteous energy dispelled the surrounding haze and made people feel awe.

His appearance seemed to bring light and hope to this dark area. "How dare you, you scoundrel, commit such evil deeds right under my nose!" Shi Feiyang roared angrily, his voice like a bell, shaking the surrounding trees and causing leaves to fall.

The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing on the lake and causing ripples on the water.

His roar was filled with anger towards the evildoers and his adherence to justice, which made people feel at ease when they heard it.

The moment Yi Li saw Shi Feiyang, she was startled at first, then overwhelmed with a strong sense of surprise and emotion, as if she had seen the light of day in the darkness. She had never expected Shi Feiyang to appear at this time, and an inexplicable sense of security came over her.

Shi Feiyang tapped the ground with his toes and rushed into the enemy group like a black lightning.

He performed the opening move of the Divine Dragon Claw Technique, "Dragon Leaping to the Clouds", and leaped high into the air, drawing an arc in the air. A powerful airflow spread out from him, blowing the surrounding villains off their feet.

The moment he landed, Shi Feiyang took advantage of the situation and used the "Dragon Walking in the Wilderness" technique. His claws danced rapidly, leaving heavy shadows. Every swing of his claws carried the power to split mountains and crack rocks. A "whoosh" sound was heard in the air, as if two giant dragons were roaring.

Each of his movements is full of power, yet elegant and calm, showing his heroic demeanor.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu roared and used his "Tiger Claw Technique" to grab Shi Feiyang's lower body.

Shi Feiyang was not in a hurry. He turned his body slightly and cleverly avoided Zhao Hu's attack. At the same time, he used the "Dragon Claw to Break the Demon". His right hand was like a sharp blade, grabbing Zhao Hu's wrist directly.

Zhao Hu felt a sharp pain in his wrist and wanted to break free but found that his strength was nothing compared to Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang twisted it and with a "crack", Zhao Hu's wrist was broken. He let out a scream and fell to the ground, rolling in pain.

At this time, Sun Lang brandished the "Wolf Fang Sword Technique" and attacked from the side. The sword flashed and every move was fatal.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed, and he unleashed the move "Dragon Swimming Through the Void." His body, like a wisp of smoke, weaved freely through the blade's light, easily dodging Sun Lang's sharp attacks. Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang unleashed the move "Dragon Fighting in the Wilds," striking out with both claws with immense power and momentum, grappling directly at Sun Lang's blade. Sun Lang felt a powerful force bearing down on him, and his wolf-tooth blade was unexpectedly clamped between Shi Feiyang's claws, rendering him unable to move.

Shi Feiyang swung Sun Lang with all his strength, and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting a tree hard. The trunk broke instantly, and Sun Lang vomited blood and died.

Wang Bao's heart was suddenly filled with fear, but he still pretended to be calm and used the "Black Wind Fist"'s ultimate move "Black Wind Roar". The wind from his fist was whistling, and he attacked Shi Feiyang with overwhelming force.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly and unleashed his Divine Dragon Claw technique, "Dragon Breaking the Sky." His claws, gleaming with dazzling light, charged at Wang Bao's fist like two angry dragons. With a resounding "boom," the two powerful forces collided, generating a powerful shockwave that uprooted surrounding trees and cracked the ground. Wang Bao's body flew backward like a shattered kite, hitting the ground hard. Blood gushed from his mouth, his pupils dilated, and he expired.

Yi Li wasn't idle either. She took a deep breath. With Shi Feiyang's support, her arrogant personality came to the fore. She stepped forward, and like a fleeting cloud, she rushed towards Zhao Hu, lifting the fallen leaves beneath her feet and sending them dancing in the air.

Her long sword drew a graceful arc in the air and stabbed towards Zhao Hu with a sharp sword energy.

Zhao Hu's eyes widened in horror, and he tried to dodge but was unable to move due to his injuries. With a "puff" sound, the long sword pierced Zhao Hu's chest. Zhao Hu screamed again, collapsed to the ground, rolled his eyes several times, and died tragically.

Yili sheathed her sword and looked at Shi Feiyang, her heart filled with shock and admiration. She remembered that she had messed with Shi Feiyang when he moved into his new house, but Shi Feiyang not only did not blame her, but also secretly protected her. This tolerance and kindness made her feel deeply guilty.

In her eyes, Shi Feiyang was not only a master of martial arts, but also a leader with a broad mind. He was known for his compassion and generosity, often helping those oppressed by evil forces. He held a high reputation in the underworld. He was loyal to his brothers, ruthless to his enemies, yet compassionate, never killing innocent people. He was a man of extraordinary dignity and worthy of respect and admiration.

Shi Feiyang walked over to Yili and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

His eyes were full of worry and concern, and his voice was gentle, making people feel the kindness in his heart.

Yi Li's eyes were slightly red, and a complex emotion surged in her heart: gratitude, guilt, and a hint of indescribable emotion. She clasped her hands and thanked Shi Feiyang, her voice choking with sobs: "Thank you so much, Master Shi, for saving my life. Yi Li has no way to repay you."

Shi Feiyang smiled and waved his hand, saying, "You're welcome. Seeing injustice, I draw my sword to help. This is what I should do. Moreover, in this world, we should support each other."

His words were sincere and warm, showing his chivalrous heart and sense of responsibility to the world.

Yi Li looked at Shi Feiyang, feeling mixed emotions. She had never thought that she would have such complicated feelings for someone. She nodded to Shi Feiyang and turned away. Shi Feiyang watched Yi Li leave, his eyes full of care and reluctance. He felt that Yi Li looked like the Sunflower Saint. So beautiful!

He looked at Ellie's back, and a ripple appeared in his heart.

Ellie galloped along the shore of Taihu Lake, her thoughts drifting away.

She recalled the thrilling scene just now, and she still felt a lingering fear in her heart, but she was more grateful and admired for Shi Feiyang.

She thought of Shi Feiyang's heroic figure killing the enemy bandits, his powerful aura and superb martial arts, which made her heart beat faster.

At the Xiongying Club's headquarters on Taihu Lake, boats raced toward the shore like arrows, their hulls splitting the water and stirring up layers of snow-white foam. Jin Liufu was the first to leap from his boat, landing safely on the shore. He scurried over to Shi Feiyang, surveying him with concern. "Brother Shi, you're finally safe! We just heard you displayed your prowess at that housewarming party; we were terribly worried!" Xiang Kun followed closely behind, eagerly asking, "Yes, Brother Shi, you're all right, aren't you?"

Shi Feiyang wore a gentle smile on his face and waved his hand.

Suddenly, a trace of worry flashed across Shi Feiyang's eyes, and he slowly said, "Thank you all for your concern, brothers. I'm fine. I just remember a few days ago when I passed by a village. After the war, everything was devastated. Among the broken walls and ruins, the people were weeping. The elderly cried bitterly, holding their dead children, and women knelt in despair and prayed in front of their burned houses. They should have been working hard in the fields and enjoying family life under the eaves, but now their families are broken and displaced. Those scenes are like a brand engraved on my heart, and I can't get rid of them."

He paused slightly, his eyes fixed firmly on the distance as he continued, "The imperial court is currently suppressing the rebellion in Ningxia. The situation is difficult, and countless civilians are trapped in the flames of war, starving and destitute. Their cries and cries seem to echo in my ears. Our Xiongying Society is now very powerful and influential. If we can help the imperial court and solve the problems faced by the people, it would be our greatest honor."

"The Imperial Guards may come to encircle and suppress us sooner or later, but we have a clear conscience. We should put our kindness first and provide some money and food to the officers and soldiers suppressing the rebellion in Ningxia to support the imperial army. This is not only for the court, but also for the people of the world. We may be ordinary people, but we share the same sky and the same land. How can we turn a blind eye to the suffering of the people?"

Liao Pei stroked his beard and nodded in praise: "Brother Shi, this idea is far-sighted! We are people of the underworld, and although we live in the grassroots, we should also have our country in our hearts." Everyone echoed and agreed with Shi Feiyang's proposal.

Shi Feiyang smiled modestly, then displayed his peerless light skill of "Thousand Miles Without Stopping", and his body rose up like a swan spreading its wings, with his clothes fluttering in the wind, as he flew back to the huge "Shi Mansion" in the city like a light cloud.

At this time, it was late at night, and the maids and servants in the mansion were still busy. They skillfully cleaned up the bowls, pots and pans, carefully washed the dishes and chopsticks, and cleaned the house seriously.

Today, Shi Feiyang had moved into a new house and hosted a banquet for three hundred guests, which was quite demanding for the maids and servants. Their figures appeared exceptionally busy and methodical in the moonlight. After returning home, Shi Feiyang walked briskly past the pavilions and towers, following the winding paths until he arrived at the main house, which blended the gracefulness and grandeur of the Jiangnan water village.

The main house, with its soaring eaves, brackets, carved beams, and painted buildings, exuded luxury and elegance. Shi Xiong, the servant hired by Jinliufu for Shi Feiyang, had been waiting in the main house for a long time. Upon seeing Shi Feiyang return, Shi Xiong quickly brought hot water and helped him bathe and change his clothes.

When Shi Feiyang stepped into the big bathtub, Shi Xiong sensibly left the room and quietly closed the door, his movements gentle and cautious.

After Shi Feiyang finished bathing, Shi Xiong came in again, called a few servants, and carried out the big bath tub.

After everything was cleaned up, Shi Xiong left and only Shi Feiyang was left in the room.

Shi Feiyang crawled into the bed and felt a warmth enveloping his whole body, and a feeling of fatigue gradually came over him.

Just then, a subtle noise suddenly came from outside the window. Shi Feiyang frowned slightly and turned to look. Gong Simeng was standing outside the window. Her figure looked particularly thin and determined in the moonlight. Her hand was trembling as she slowly pushed open the window. Then, with a light leap, she jumped in with a hint of desperate determination.

Shi Feiyang was slightly startled when he saw this, and ripples appeared in his heart.

Before he could speak, Gong Simeng had already thrown herself into his arms. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was afraid of something, but she hugged Shi Feiyang tightly, as if she would lose him if she let go.

"Si Meng..." Shi Feiyang called softly, with a hint of surprise and pity in his voice.

Gong Simeng didn't say anything, just buried her head in Shi Feiyang's chest, feeling his heartbeat. Her heart was full of contradictions and struggles. She knew that she came from a humble background and that her status was far different from Shi Feiyang's. This relationship might not be accepted by the world. But she really couldn't control her inner feelings. She loved Shi Feiyang so deeply, so desperately.

"I know I shouldn't have come..." Gong Simeng finally spoke, her voice choked, "but I really can't help it... I'm afraid of losing you..." Shi Feiyang listened to the whispering voice and Gong Simeng's affectionate confession, and his consciousness became a little confused.

Gong Simeng raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes. She looked at Shi Feiyang and said firmly, "I don't care what others say. I just know that I want to be with you. Even if it means I'm a moth to a flame, I won't hesitate."

That night, Gong Simeng did not come out of Shi Feiyang's bedroom again.

The moonlight shone through the window onto them, covering them with a layer of silver gauze.

Outside the window, the chirping of insects is singing for their love.

The next morning, when the first rays of warm sunlight spread across the surface of Taihu Lake like golden liquid, the lake shimmered with shimmering light. The scenery of Taihu Lake in early autumn is like a beautiful painting, not only refreshing but also allowing people to appreciate the magic and beauty of nature.

The willow trees by the lake sway gently, telling passersby about the tranquility and harmony of Taihu Lake. The mountains in the distance, illuminated by the morning light, have soft yet distinct outlines, complementing the shimmering waters of the lake to create a captivating natural landscape.

At this moment, every ripple on the lake seems to tell an ancient story, and those stories seem to float gently into the hearts of every viewer on the morning breeze. The reflections on the lake are like a mirror, reflecting the blue of the sky and the white of the clouds, making people unable to help but lose themselves in this peaceful and beautiful scenery.

Golden sunlight gently shimmered over the shimmering Taihu Lake like a veil, adding a touch of warmth and charm to this natural landscape. The heroes of the Xiongying Society gathered at the lakeside, their fifteen hundred disciples, dressed in uniform gray uniforms, lined up in a neat formation, ready for action.

One hundred horse-drawn carriages loaded with stones, disguised as money and grain, were parked quietly on the side to prevent being robbed along the way.

Inside the vast Shi Mansion, Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng woke up, bathed, and changed. They played and joked in the misty air, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. Gong Simeng's face was filled with a happy smile; she had finally become Mrs. Shi, her heart filled with excitement and joy.

From now on, she will take care of Shi Feiyang's daily life and the lovely little Yuyan with all her heart. At this moment, she still has a small hope in her heart, which is to hope that her belly will show soon, and give birth to a few children for Shi Feiyang to make this family more complete.

Soon after, the heroes arrived at the Shi Mansion one after another. When they saw Gong Simeng being affectionate and affectionate towards Shi Feiyang, and Shi Feiyang also being affectionate towards her, everyone knew what was going on and exchanged meaningful glances with each other.

Lin Wanqing stood in the crowd, her eyes red and swollen. It was obvious that she had not slept all night and had just cried.

Her eyes were fixed on Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng, her eyes filled with pain and loss.

Her hands were tightly clenched on the corners of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if she was trying hard to control her emotions.

Many of the heroes sighed secretly. They didn't want Shi Feiyang to marry Gong Simeng, especially those disciples from famous families, who were even more resentful of Gong Simeng's background.

In their eyes, Gong Simeng was just a woman of humble origin, how could she be worthy of Shi Feiyang, the hero in their hearts.

However, when it comes to love, how can others force it? They all knew that Lin Wanqing was deeply in love with Shi Feiyang. Now that Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng had gotten together, one could imagine how sad Lin Wanqing felt.

"Alas, what a pity for Miss Lin." A disciple whispered, his eyes full of sympathy.

"Yes, Miss Lin is sincere to Brother Shi, but she didn't expect that Miss Gong would get there first." Another disciple echoed with a hint of regret in his tone.

"Hmph, a woman of humble origins dares to dream of soaring to fame and becoming a phoenix." A disciple from a prominent family said disdainfully, his tone filled with contempt. Although the voices were low, they still reached Lin Wanqing's ears.

Her body trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes again. She suppressed the grief in her heart, turned around and silently left the crowd, walked alone to the small lake in the courtyard, looked at the shimmering water, and her heart was filled with bitterness.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng also noticed the crowd's reaction, but they didn't pay much attention to it. They knew that love was a matter between two people and didn't need to be explained to others. They walked hand in hand to the crowd and announced the news of their marriage.

Although some people showed dissatisfaction on their faces, most people still came forward to congratulate them and wish them happiness.

Lin Wanqing stood by the lake, listening to the congratulations coming from behind her, and felt a pang of pain in her heart.

She recalled every moment she had spent with Shi Feiyang, and her deep love for him, but now she could only watch him pair off with someone else. She felt resentful, yet helpless.

She knew that there was no possibility between her and Shi Feiyang, and she could only bury this feeling deep in her heart.

As the sun rose higher, the mist on the lake gradually dissipated.

The disciples of the Xiongying Society began to prepare to set off. They would escort the one hundred carriages and embark on a new journey.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng stood at the front of the team, holding hands and looking forward with a determined gaze. Lin Wanqing followed silently behind the team. Although her heart was in pain, she also understood that life had to go on.

She wiped away her tears, cheered herself up, and decided to let go of the past and start over.

On this sunny morning, the Yingying Society's team set out in a mighty procession.

Shi Feiyang led Wu Zhong, the Iron Palm, Xiao Lingling, the Double-edged Blade, Xiang Kun, the Iron Flute Scholar, Xie Wen, the Eagle Detective, Lin Wanqing, the elder who passed on the skills and the leader of the Jishidi Hall, Gong Simeng who was holding Xiao Yuyan, and 1,500 strong disciples, carrying fake money, food and supplies, and marched towards Ningxia in a mighty manner.

After more than ten days of long journey, the group finally arrived at the foot of Helong Mountain in the northwest.

This place is surrounded by lush green hills and shaded by trees, as if you are in a natural oxygen bar.

The clouds and mists in the mountains are as ethereal as a veil, adding a touch of mystery and fantasy to this land, making it like a fairyland on earth.

The clear and melodious bird calls echoed in the valley one after another, melodious and pleasant.

A clear stream meanders by, the water sparkling silvery under the sunlight. Fish swim freely at the bottom of the water, sometimes shuttling among the aquatic plants, sometimes jumping out of the water, stirring up ripples, forming a vivid natural picture.

Shi Feiyang looked out and couldn't help but sigh, "Everyone, look at this beautiful scenery before you. It's peaceful and tranquil, like a paradise on earth. Yet, not far away, civilians are struggling to survive amidst the flames of war. This world should be so beautiful everywhere, with civilians able to farm and live peacefully on this land, and children growing up happily beside their parents. But now, the rivers and lakes are in constant strife, and various factions, pursuing their own selfish interests, disregard the lives of the people, causing them to suffer misery. This time, when we go to Ningxia, we must assist the court, quell the rebellion, and restore peace to the world, so that every corner can return to tranquility and allow the people to embrace this kind of life again."

As he was speaking, a group of people came quickly from a distance.

The leader was none other than Zhao Qingfeng, the head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect. He shouted from afar, "Master Shi, we've finally got you here!"

Shi Feiyang quickly stepped forward, tightly grasped Zhao Qingfeng's hand, and said excitedly, "Master Zhao, long time no see! I've missed you so much since we last parted. I never thought we could meet here today. It's such a blessing!"

Sun Tiezhang of the Iron Palm Gang, Qian Wanying of the Flying Eagle Sect, Zhou Cangyue of the Dian Cang Dao Sect, Lin Yufeng, the leader of the Bagua Qimen Formation, and others also gathered around. They hugged each other, and their laughter echoed in the valley, startling the birds perched on the branches.

In the valley, sunlight shines through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows, and the breeze blows gently, bringing bursts of fragrance from flowers and plants.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang caught a glimpse of a familiar figure among Qian Wanying's disciples.

He was startled for a moment, then his eyes widened, a smile of delight breaking out across his face. It was like a blossoming spring flower, filled with irrepressible joy. He unconsciously took a step forward, calling out in delight, "Yili? Lady Yi? Why are you here too?" His voice, tinged with anxiety and overflowing with joy, echoed through the valley.

When Ellie heard this familiar voice, her heart skipped a beat, as if a deer was beating wildly in her heart.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze. The laughter, birdsong, and wind all faded away, leaving only the voice she longed for so long. Her mind flashed back to that breathtaking night by Lake Tai, when Shi Feiyang, like a divine warrior, had descended from the sky, repelling the villains with his peerless martial arts and saving her. That heroic figure and resolute gaze were etched into her heart like a brand.

Her thoughts continued to wander, and she recalled their first meeting. She had misunderstood Shi Feiyang and had been rather cold and arrogant. But Shi Feiyang had always been polite and patient in his explanations. His gentle tone and sincere attitude gradually dispelled her prejudice.

During her time back in Hengshan, Shanxi, these memories kept coming back to her mind. She recalled countless times the moments she spent with Shi Feiyang, the casual glances and sincere conversations that had brought ripples to her heart.

This longing grew stronger and stronger, like a vine growing wildly in spring. She kept asking herself, what kind of emotion was this? Was it gratitude to her lifesaver, or a deeper feeling of affection?

Now, hearing Shi Feiyang's voice again, the answer in Yili's heart seemed to become clearer.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, as beautiful as the sunset glow. She moved lightly, her skirt swaying with her steps, like a blooming blue flower dancing in the wind. She raised her head, her eyes meeting Shi Feiyang's, her eyes filled with the joy and warmth of reunion. She whispered, "Hero Shi, long time no see." Her voice was as clear and melodious as the sound of a yellow oriole escaping a valley.

Shi Feiyang quickly walked over to Yili and was momentarily speechless. He opened his mouth, but didn't know where to begin. His eyes gleamed as he studied her closely, as if trying to engrave her image deeply in his mind.

After a moment, Shi Feiyang stuttered a little, "Miss Yi, I didn't expect to see you here... How are you doing?"

Ellie nodded slightly, a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "Thank you, Master Shi, for your concern. I'm fine." As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if to hide her inner excitement.

When the people around saw this scene, they all smiled knowingly.

Zhao Qingfeng gently stroked his beard and said with a smile, "It seems that Hero Shi and Lady Yi are really destined to be together."

Sun Tiezhang also joked, "Yes, this reunion scene is really enviable."

Everyone's laughter echoed in the valley, adding a touch of warmth to the gathering.

At this time, Gong Simeng, holding Xiao Yuyan in her arms, and the gentle beauty Lin Wanqing were standing not far away.

Gong Simeng subconsciously hugged Xiao Yuyan tightly. Her fingers exerted a little force, and the joints turned white. The smile on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of loss.

She pursed her lips slightly, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes, and there was a subtle hint of wariness in her eyes as she looked at Ellie.

Lin Wanqing subconsciously pinched the corner of her clothes, her eyes fixed on Shi Feiyang and Yi Li, her eyes full of loneliness.

The breeze blew by, ruffling her hair, but it failed to dispel the gloom in her heart.

She sighed softly, the sound seemed so faint yet so heavy in the lively atmosphere.

The sunlight in the valley seemed to have dimmed, and the once cheerful birdsong now sounded a bit noisy. The surrounding flowers and plants swayed in the wind, as if they too were sighing for the loss of Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing.

Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing exchanged a glance, each seeing the same emotion in the other's eyes—they were truly worried that Yi Li would snatch Shi Feiyang away. This worry weighed heavily on their hearts, making them seem somewhat out of place in this lively gathering.

That night, everyone set up camp and the bonfire was burning.

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound of footsteps and shouts coming from all around.

The Beggar Gang elder Wu Chengguang rushed over with a group of people from martial arts sects.

Among them was Wang Batian, the leader of the Heavenly Snake Sect. He was a massive, burly figure, his face thick with flesh. He had a black, snake-like whip wrapped around his waist, as thick as a child's arm. He lashed out, and the whip hissed like a nimble venomous snake, the tip of the whip whistling as it pierced Shi Feiyang's throat. Ma Chen, the leader of the Ghost Face Blade Sect, had a face as gloomy as a ghost. A hideous scar ran diagonally from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. He wielded a pitch-black, ghost-faced broadsword, its blade engraved with strange runes. He leaped high, gripping the hilt with both hands, and with immense force, he slashed down at Shi Feiyang's head. The wind from the blade whistled, seeming to split the air in two.

The leader of the Phantom Fist School, Ying Wuchang, moves with the elusive power of a ghost, leaving behind a shadowy afterimage with each punch, making it difficult to predict. He specializes in the "Phantom Mysterious Fist," a powerful yet eerie style. In the blink of an eye, he's close enough to land a powerful punch on Shi Feiyang's chest. The leader of the Poison Needle School, Wan Du Po, is a hunched old woman with a wrinkled face and a fierce look in her eyes.

She held an exquisite little bamboo tube in her hand, with a cold light flashing at the mouth of the tube. With a low shout from her, dozens of poisoned silver needles shot towards Shi Feiyang like a rain of pear blossoms. Wherever the silver needles passed, the air seemed to be stained with a faint poisonous mist.

The leader of the Vajra Sect is as strong as a mountain. He is tall and strong, like a towering iron tower. His muscles bulge all over his body, and he is full of endless power.

He was shirtless, revealing a bronzed complexion covered in scars from battle, each one a testament to his glorious past. In his hands, he held a pair of massive copper hammers, each the size of a watermelon. Carved with ancient patterns, they exuded a heavy aura.

At this moment, he shouted loudly, swung the copper hammer with a whistling sound, and smashed it towards Shi Feiyang with an overwhelming force.

Su Mei, the leader of the Spirit Snake Whip Sect, had a graceful figure and a charming face. Her purple dress fluttered in the wind, making her look like a fairy descending to earth. However, her eyes revealed a ruthless and resolute look.

The spirit snake whip in her hand was made of thousand-year-old cold iron, but it was as soft as a snake and could bend and deform at will.

At this moment, she raised her jade hand lightly, and the snake whip was like a nimble poisonous snake, wrapping around Shi Feiyang's throat. The tip of the whip flashed with cold light, ready to give Shi Feiyang a fatal blow at any time.

The blood moon hangs high in the sky, like a ferocious single eye, overlooking the chaos in the world.

The thick night fog seemed to have life, swirling wildly among the crowd, interweaving into one strange whirlpool after another.

A layer of ice crystals as thin as a cicada's wing but extremely cold suddenly condensed on the tip of the Changsheng Sword in Lin Wanqing's hand. This was the unique sign that the Changsheng Sword had sensed something evil.

She was startled and turned around abruptly, just in time to see the nails of Ye Wuhun, the leader of the Netherworld Ghost Claw Sect, gleaming like corpse wax, had already pierced Gong Simeng's hair. The crescent-shaped marks on the nails were oozing sickening black blood, emitting a foul odor.

"How dare you, evil creature!" Lin Wanqing wailed, a clear roar like a dragon's roar piercing the night sky, shaking the leaves all around her to the ground. At that moment, the Immortal Sword in her hand seemed to be endowed with a living soul, conjuring twelve illusory shadows that emanated a sharp sword aura.

She tapped the ground with her toes, and with this clever strength, her body moved as light as a swallow, flipping upside down in the air, drawing a sword arc as dazzling as a silver thread and with a chilling chill. This was the starting move of the "Returning Wind and Dancing Snow" in the Changsheng Sword Technique.

(End of this chapter)