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

Chapter 206. Golden Leaves Celebrate the New Year, Cherry Blossoms Herald the Lunar New Year's Eve.

In an instant, blood gushed out, blooming into a beautiful yet cruel blood flower in the icy snow.

Dugu Cang's eyes were filled with fear and resentment, but it was all too late to turn back. His body crashed heavily onto the snow, sending up a spray of snowflakes. In this bloodshed and carnage, Yunmengze witnessed the bravery and fearlessness of the heroes of Xiong Ying.

Seeing Dugu Cang instantly killed by Shi Feiyang and the others, Lan Xiaodie, Dugu Yan, Fu Anxing, and Xie Zhichuan turned deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror and despair. They dared not remain in the blood-soaked Yunmeng Marsh. With a cry of alarm, they leaped out of the battle like stray dogs, fleeing without looking back, their figures quickly disappearing into the swirling snow.

The heroes of Xiong Ying erupted in a deafening cheer.

Gale-force winds raged across the Yunmeng Marsh, and blizzards swirled across the sky, adding a touch of grimness to this brutal battle.

Shi Feiyang, the imposing leader of the Xiong Ying Society, stood proudly in the center of the battlefield like a war god rising from the bloodbath. The Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand was still dripping with the warm blood of his enemies.

The blood slowly slid down the blade, splashing into crimson flowers on the cold snow.

The Frostblade gleamed with a chilling, piercing light in the biting wind, as if silently recounting the fierce battle that had just ended.

Shi Feiyang threw his head back and laughed loudly, his voice booming like a bell, the rolling laughter breaking through the howling wind: "Hahahaha! Today, I will make these ignorant fools remember the power of my Xiong Ying Society to their very bones! This martial world will sooner or later bow down to my Xiong Ying Society!"

That laughter carried immense power, piercing through layers of wind and snow, spreading to every corner of Yunmengze, fully displaying his innate domineering spirit and boundless ambition.

Liao Pei, the master of "Tongbei Quan," had solid muscles stained with blood and fine snowflakes, resembling a demon god born from blood and ice.

He excitedly waved his thick arms and roared, "Our Xiong Ying Society is a tough nut to crack! What kind of bullshit Northwest Famous Swords are they? They're just paper in front of us! Today's battle will set a rule for those bastards in the martial world: if they dare to oppose our Xiong Ying Society, their fate will be just like the blood on this ground!" His voice was like a thunderclap, full of boundless pride and domineering spirit, causing the surrounding snow to fall in a flurry.

Lie Quan, wielding the "Qiankun Blade," gripped the blood-stained broadsword tightly in both hands, the blade still bearing fragments of enemy flesh and hair.

He thrust his twin swords into the snow, placed his hands on his hips, his eyes blazing, and declared loudly, "Today's battle is to let the entire martial world know that the Xiong Ying Society is the only true force to be reckoned with! From now on, anyone who dares to underestimate us is an enemy of heaven! Our Xiong Ying Society will surely conquer this martial world and become the undisputed overlord!" His words resounded so powerfully that the ground beneath his feet cracked.

Wu Zhong, nicknamed "Iron Palm," beamed with the joy of victory. He clapped his hands hard, making a crisp "smack" sound, and shouted, "This battle was absolutely exhilarating! From now on, if anyone dares to bare their teeth at our Xiong Ying again, my Iron Palm won't discriminate; it'll smash them into a meat patty!"

Xiao Lingling, known as the "Mandarin Duck Swords," nimbly leaped onto a protruding rock, brandishing her twin swords. The cold glint of the swords reflected the excitement in her eyes.

She cried out in a sweet voice, "Sisters, today's battle was even more exhilarating than the New Year! With our swords raised high, we are invincible! From now on, when we roam the martial world, if anyone dares to disrespect us, my twin swords will not spare them!"

Her voice was clear and melodious, yet it also carried a heroic spirit that rivaled any man's, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar," holds an iron flute, places it to his lips, and plays a lively and cheerful melody.

The sound of the flute drifted through the wind and snow, carrying a touch of freedom and untamed spirit.

He laughed and said, "This battle, like the sound of my flute, was exhilarating! Our Xiong Ying Society will definitely make a name for ourselves in the martial world, letting everyone know that we are not to be trifled with!"

Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer," slung his bow and arrows over his shoulder, looked up at the overcast sky, and shouted, "Today, thanks to everyone working together, we beat these villains to a pulp! Our Xiong Ying Society is simply fierce! From now on, if there are any more fools like this, my divine arrow will make sure they never return!"

Shan Zhi, known as "Plum Blossom Dart," toyed with a plum blossom dart in his hand. The dart still bore traces of the enemy's blood and gleamed eerily in his grasp.

His eyes gleamed with excitement as he said, "Haha, these cowards will be so scared they'll wet their pants when they see members of the Xiong Ying Society! From now on, our Plum Blossom Darts will be the death warrants of the martial world, specifically designed to take the lives of those with ill intentions!"

His laughter carried a hint of cunning that sent chills down one's spine.

Jin Liufu, nicknamed "Water Dragon," vigorously shook off the water from his body. The water droplets instantly froze into ice crystals in the cold wind and fell down in a flurry.

He laughed loudly and said, "Today's battle was fucking exhilarating! If there's another tough battle like this in the future, don't forget to call me, Jin Liufu! My Water-Splitting Spear will definitely stir up a bloody wave in the water and kill the enemy without leaving a single one alive!"

Lu, nicknamed "Round Bucket," grabbed his wine gourd and took a big gulp of wine. The wine dripped down his chin and instantly froze into ice in the cold wind.

He raised his wine gourd high and shouted, "Come on, everyone, let's all drink to celebrate our great victory! With our spirit soaring high, we are invincible! From now on, we will rely on this spirit to conquer the world and make our fame shake the entire martial arts world!"

Jiang Huotian, nicknamed "Bamboo Pole," shoved a bamboo pole into the ground, creating a deep hole in the snow.

He shouted, "Following the Grand Master, following the Xiong Ying Society, we fear nothing! Today they are just small fry, but tomorrow, they might be all the crooked sects in the martial world! We will make the entire martial world know how powerful the Xiong Ying Society is!"

Gongsun Ren, nicknamed "Centipede," shook the Wu-Yue hook in his hand. The hook's blade gleamed coldly in the wind and snow, emitting a buzzing sound.

He sneered, "Let those with ulterior motives see what happens when they oppose the Xiong Ying Society! From now on, anyone who dares to mess with the Xiong Ying Society will be torn to pieces!"

Yang Feng, nicknamed "Blue-Faced Beast," looked even more ferocious and terrifying with his blue scars on his face amidst his excited expression.

He brandished the Ghost Ring Blade, the iron rings on the blade making a crisp clanging sound.

He roared, "Well done! From now on, if anyone dares to be so foolish, we'll use the same method to kill them all! Our Xiong Ying Society will carve out a bloody path in the martial world and let everyone know that we are the true kings of this martial world!"

The young pageboy Shi Xiong, though young, was flushed with excitement and jumped up and down, shouting, "The Xiong Ying Society is the best! I want to be like all the heroes in the future, and make a name for myself in the martial arts world, so that everyone knows how powerful I, Shi Xiong, am!"

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen stood aside, smiling as he looked at everyone, and said, "Today's battle is enough to make the Xiong Ying Society's reputation spread throughout the martial arts world. Let's continue our efforts and make the Xiong Ying Society a true legend in the martial arts world! From now on, when people in the martial arts world mention the Xiong Ying Society, they will all have to give it a thumbs up!"

The cheers and shouts of the crowd mingled together, echoing for a long time in the snowy Yunmeng Marsh, proclaiming to the heavens and earth the rise and invincibility of the Xiong Ying Society.

The winds still howled and the blizzards still raged, but compared to the heroic spirit of the heroes of Xiong Ying, the harsh weather seemed insignificant.

After the harrowing battle at Yunmeng Marsh, the heroes of Xiong Ying cleaned up the battlefield, ate and drank their fill, rested briefly, and then continued their journey back towards Jiangnan. Though they encountered hardships along the way, their hearts were filled with hope and anticipation for the future.

Junshan Mountain in Yueyang is like a fairyland meticulously sculpted by nature. The clouds and mist are like light gauze, gently swirling around the mountain, like a dream.

Sunlight pierces through the clouds and mist, casting dappled shadows that outline the rolling mountains in a picturesque way. The peaks appear and disappear in the mist, like fairy islands floating in the sky.

However, behind this picturesque scenery lies an immeasurable and enormous crisis, like an ancient behemoth lurking in the dark abyss, poised to unleash its fury and devour anyone who enters this place.

With utmost caution, Shi Feiyang and the assembled heroes slowly ascended Mount Jun. The moment they stepped into the mysterious and unpredictable snake cave, a strong, pungent stench assaulted their nostrils, like a powerful, heavy punch that struck them without warning.

The stench was so strong it was almost tangible that everyone's breath caught in their throats. They instinctively frowned and quickly covered their mouths and noses, trying to block out the nauseating smell. The cave was dark and damp, like a corner of hell forgotten by time. Thick, viscous liquid flowed from the stone walls, shimmering eerily in the dim light.

The walls were covered with all kinds of venomous snakes. Some snakes writhed and twisted their bodies, their scales rubbing against each other and making a rustling sound; others raised their heads and flicked their tongues, their forked tongues like sharp blades, trembling rapidly in the air.

Their hissing echoed intermittently within the sealed cave, each sound striking the hearts of the onlookers with a chilling force. Dim light flickered within the cave like will-o'-the-wisps, illuminating the cold scales of the venomous snakes, which shimmered with a sinister and terrifying light, each scale concealing deadly venom.

Fu Anxing, the "Demon Queen of the Frontier," is like a demon crawling out of the deepest hell, her figure hidden in the shadows deep within the cave.

A smug smile hung on her face, a twisted and ferocious smile that exuded boundless evil. Her laughter echoed through the cave, sharp and sinister, like the hooting of an owl, sending chills down one's spine.

She was muttering incantations in a low, obscure voice, her hands moving rapidly, drawing strange arcs in the air, her fingertips shimmering with an eerie green light.

As she moved, the temperature inside the cave suddenly dropped, as if she had instantly fallen from the human world into an ice cellar.

An evil aura spread like a surging tide, carrying the stench of decay and death, inspiring fear in all who beheld it. Under the shroud of this evil aura, the Serpent Mother, who had slumbered for a thousand years, slowly awoke.

The Serpent Mother, an ancient and terrifying being, is larger than anyone could have imagined.

Its body resembled a colossal ancient serpent stretching across the heavens and earth, its thick form winding and coiling within the cave, occupying almost half of the cave's space. Each scale was the size of a palm, shimmering with a cold metallic luster, like pieces of indestructible armor.

However, its head resembles a giant toad, flat and broad, with eyes like two red lanterns, flashing an eerie red light.

The red light seemed to see through people's hearts, making their souls tremble and shudder under its gaze. As the snake mother awoke, a large amount of bone-melting poisonous saliva seeped from the crevices in the cave.

These poisonous saliva particles are dark green, like thick ink, and emit a nauseating odor.

The poisonous saliva dripped onto the ground, instantly producing a sizzling corrosive sound, corroding deep, bottomless pits. Wisps of blue smoke rose from the pits, and the pungent odor grew increasingly strong, as if it would turn the entire cave into a poisonous swamp, where any life that stepped into it would be instantly corroded to nothingness.

Madam Shi and Bai Zhi, a beautiful woman from Miao territory, stepped forward without hesitation, their eyes revealing a firm and resolute determination to face death.

She took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

He began to silently chant an ancient incantation, the pronunciation of which was peculiar and mysterious.

As the incantation was uttered, her aura began to undergo an astonishing change. The originally peaceful aura gradually became violent, and a mysterious and powerful force surged within her body, causing her clothes to flutter even without wind.

Suddenly, she snapped her eyes open, a resolute glint in them. Then, she parted her pearly teeth, bit her tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood like an arrow. The blood transformed into a mist in the air, within which her natal Gu was summoned.

The natal Gu, like a streak of light, a brilliant meteor piercing the dark night sky, charged swiftly towards the Snake Mother with immense power and an indomitable will. Sensing this intense threat, the Snake Mother opened her blood-red maw and spewed out a thick cloud of poisonous mist.

The poisonous fog was black, like a dark cloud from hell, and spread rapidly, instantly enveloping the natal Gu.

The natal Gu struggled to navigate through the poisonous fog, its originally dazzling light gradually dimming as the fog weakened it. Yet, with unwavering willpower, it resolutely charged towards the Serpent Mother.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a lightning bolt in the cold night.

He took a deep breath, focused his energy in his dantian, circulated his internal energy, and unleashed the "Divine Dragon Claw" technique.

In an instant, his aura surged, and an incomparably powerful dragon might emanated from him and spread outwards.

The once dark cave was now illuminated by a golden light. His hands seemed to be possessed by the soul of a dragon, becoming both ethereal and real, each finger shimmering with the light of golden dragon scales.

Taking advantage of the Snake Mother's struggle with her natal Gu, he lightly touched the ground with his feet and flew towards the Snake Mother like a white light.

His figure drew a near-perfect arc in the air, so fast that everyone could only catch a fleeting afterimage.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang had arrived in front of the Snake Mother.

His hands, like the claws of a dragon, with overwhelming force, fiercely grabbed at the snake mother's vital spot.

This seven-inch spot is the snake's vital point. The mother snake felt excruciating pain, and her body writhed violently as if struck by lightning.

Its massive body thrashed wildly inside the cave, smashing the surrounding rocks to pieces, causing the cave to shake violently.

The snake mother struggled desperately, trying to break free from Shi Feiyang's control. Her immense strength caused cracks to appear on the cave floor.

Shi Feiyang's face was cold and stern, his teeth clenched. He gripped the snake mother's vital spot tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, he forcefully pulled out the snake gallbladder with a muffled "plop."

The snake gall contained a miraculous power to neutralize the poison. Shi Feiyang quickly infused the snake gall into the prepared Tian Shan snow lotus water, which instantly emitted a strange light. He distributed this life-giving liquid to everyone, and after drinking it, they immediately felt the poison in their bodies gradually dissipate, like ice and snow meeting the warm sun.

Fu Anxing watched helplessly as his meticulously planned conspiracy crumbled before Shi Feiyang and the others. His face, which had been full of pride, was instantly covered with frost, and his smugness was completely replaced by frustration and resentment.

Her eyes widened, burning with fury as she glared at Shi Feiyang and the others, as if she wanted to tear them to pieces with her gaze. Then, she let out a cold snort from her nose, a sound like the cry of an owl, filled with endless resentment.

Then, she turned abruptly, her figure like a black phantom, flashing through the shadows of the cave and quickly disappearing into its depths, leaving only a series of fading footsteps that echoed for a moment in the eerie cave before falling silent.

The heroes and disciples of Xiong Ying regrouped and continued their journey back to Jiangnan.

After a long and winding journey, we arrived at the most treacherous part of the Yangtze River. Before us, the Yangtze surged and roared, its waters like a thousand horses galloping endlessly, the deafening roar seeming to shatter the heavens and earth. The surging waves crashed against each other, splashing water several meters high, shimmering in the sunlight, yet also exuding an aura of endless danger.

Shi Feiyang and his group of heroes carefully navigated the turbulent river in their boat. However, Xie Zhichuan had already laid a treacherous trap there, like a venomous spider lurking in the darkness, waiting for its prey to walk right into its net.

When the fleet reached the vicinity of the wrecked ships at Chibi, a sinister glint flashed in Xie Zhichuan's eyes, and he decisively detonated the firearms in the sunken ships of the previous dynasty.

In an instant, flames suddenly shot into the sky from the previously calm river surface, illuminating the entire river as if daylight had arrived prematurely.

Immediately afterward, deafening explosions rang out, like thunderclaps exploding in everyone's ears, causing a sharp pain in their eardrums and making many feel dizzy. Countless lightning-fire pontoons floated on the river, rising and falling with the surging waves, like deadly ghosts rapidly approaching the group's boats. These lightning-fire pontoons would explode instantly upon contact with a ship, with enough force to shatter it into pieces.

In an instant, the river was engulfed in flames and chaos. The boats swayed precariously amidst the waves and fire, and everyone's lives hung in the balance.

Shi Feiyang stood at the bow of the ship, his clothes fluttering in the gale, like a fearless war god.

At this moment, he was surrounded by the icy aura generated by Mingyu Gong. The aura was almost tangible, rolling and spreading around him, condensing the surrounding air into fine ice crystals that shimmered with a cold light under the firelight.

Nourished by the supreme bloodline of the Sunflower Saintess, the chill of the Mingyu Skill grew increasingly fierce, as if it could freeze everything in the world.

The Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand, after absorbing immense internal energy, exuded a captivating and domineering aura.

The blade gleamed with a chilling blue light, like an ice dragon poised to pounce and devour its prey.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were like torches, fixed on the approaching Thunderfire pontoons. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a fierce fighting spirit.

As the Thunderfire pontoon drew closer, Shi Feiyang's feet firmly landed on the deck, his leg muscles instantly tensing, like a volcano about to erupt, accumulating boundless power.

Immediately afterward, he leaped high into the air, raising the Frostblade above his head, and using the momentum of his jump, he slashed down with all his might. This slash carried the force of a tidal wave, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if it were about to tear space apart.

A powerful blade aura, carrying the extreme chill of the Mingyu Skill, surged forth like a giant blue light curtain, rapidly pressing down on the river surface.

The moment the sword energy touched the river water, the water instantly boiled, and a large amount of water vapor rose up.

But in the blink of an eye, the moisture was frozen by Ming Yugong's chill, turning into ice shards flying everywhere.

At the same time, the river water began to freeze rapidly, and under the power of the Frost Blade, a wide ice path was forcibly cleaved out. On both sides of the ice path, towering ice walls rose from the ground, their surfaces as smooth as mirrors, yet radiating a chilling aura.

The originally menacing thunder and fire floating cylinders were enveloped by the cold air emanating from the ice path the moment they approached it.

A thick layer of ice quickly formed on the surface of the pontoons, freezing the firearms inside and rendering them incapable of exploding. Some pontoons, unable to withstand the sudden low temperature, cracked open with a "crack," but only kicked up a cloud of ice shards on the ice surface, posing no further threat.

At this moment, Xie Zhichuan saw this scene from the dark ship in the distance, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

He originally thought that this carefully laid trap would be enough to kill Shi Feiyang and the others, but he never expected that Shi Feiyang would have such heaven-defying methods.

He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Fire arrows! We can't let them get away!" At his command, dozens of archers emerged from the shadows, drew their bows, and a dense swarm of arrows shot towards Shi Feiyang and his men's ship like locusts.

Shi Feiyang sensed the approaching arrows, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He spun in mid-air, his Frostblade flashing rapidly, forming an impenetrable net of blades in front of him. With each flash of light, an arrow was struck down, emitting a crisp "clanging" sound.

While deflecting the arrows, Shi Feiyang shouted, "Everyone, hold on! Follow me and charge out!" The heroes and disciples of Xiong Ying responded and steered the boats swiftly along the ice path.

Under Shi Feiyang's leadership, the fleet, like a sharp blade, cut through the waves on the ice track.

Shi Feiyang remained at the forefront of the fleet, and whenever a stray lightning buoy or arrow approached, he would wield his Frost Blade to repel it. For a moment, the river surface was ablaze with the flashing of blades, the flying of ice shards, and the cacophony of shouts and clashing weapons, creating a breathtaking scene of battle.

The heroes displayed their exquisite lightness skills, their figures as lithe as swallows, their toes lightly touching the waves, swiftly breaking through along the ice path carved out by Shi Feiyang with his Heavenly Frost Blade. Their figures flashed between ice and water, their robes fluttering, like a group of immortals descended from the heavens.

Xie Zhichuan stood at a distance, watching the departing figures of Shi Feiyang and the others. His heart was filled with resentment. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, but he knew that there was no way to turn the tide at this moment. He could only watch them escape.

Along the Hangzhou Bay, the water and sky resemble a vast and boundless painting, merging seamlessly into one. The waves, like thousands of enraged lions, surge and crash against the shore, producing a deafening roar as if unleashing boundless power.

Fu Anxing and Dugu Yan stood side by side on the shore, the sea breeze blowing wildly through their hair, but it could not hide the sinister smiles on their faces.

Fu Anxing was dressed in a black gauze robe embroidered with dark red mysterious runes, which fluttered gently in the wind, adding to his eerie appearance.

She took a deep breath and activated the "Nine Netherworld Mystic Sound," and immediately, eerie music emanated from her mouth.

The music was like an invisible black smoke, spreading with the roar of the tide. The sound seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying endless gloom and terror, drilling into everyone's ears, making people's spines turn cold and their hair stand on end.

Dugu Yan wore a white brocade robe with silver sword patterns embroidered on the hem, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

He held a strange bone flute in his hand and played it softly.

The flute's sound was sharp and piercing, like the wailing of ghosts and howls in the cold night.

Driven by the sound of the flute, a group of swordfish surged out of the deep sea.

These swordfish have long, slender bodies, each as thick as an arm, with smooth lines that resemble meticulously forged blades.

Their scales are fine and hard, shimmering with a cold light, as if covered by an indestructible armor, reflecting shimmering light under the sunlight and seawater.

Their fins, like sharp blades, swung rapidly through the water, propelling them like arrows shot from a bow. Wherever they went, they cleaved the seawater in white spray, as if they were the masters of the ocean, charging swiftly towards the ship carrying Shi Feiyang and his companions with deadly force. Shi Feiyang and his group stood ready on the ship, their gazes unwavering, showing no sign of retreat in the face of the menacing enemy.

The four ladies, Yi Li, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, and Qi Meizhen, quickly arrived at the bow of the ship. They resembled four beautiful and resilient flowers blooming on the battlefield. Yi Li, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, wore a moon-white silk dress embroidered with exquisite golden peonies. A bright green ribbon was tied around her waist, fluttering in the wind and accentuating her graceful figure.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were like a clear spring, exuding charm with every glance. She held a zither in her hand, the body of which was made of the finest paulownia wood, with exquisite patterns carved on the surface, shimmering softly in the sunlight.

Her delicate hands gently brushed the strings, producing melodious music that was crisp and pleasant to the ear, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Bai Zhi, a beautiful woman from Miao region, wore a light purple dress embroidered with silver threads that formed mysterious Miao patterns.

Her hair, like black silk, was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands fluttering in the wind, adding to her exotic charm.

She held a lusheng (a type of reed pipe instrument) in her hand. The lusheng, made of bamboo, emitted a faint fragrance. She played the lusheng, and the sound it produced was melodious and graceful, carrying the unique charm of the Miao region, echoing the music of Yili's zither.

Gong Simeng was graceful, dressed in a long, golden silk dress embroidered with colorful phoenix patterns, resembling a phoenix about to spread its wings and take flight. She held a Jie drum, its body made of bronze and its surface painted with exquisite patterns. She gently struck the drum with the mallet, the sound steady and powerful, like a series of steady heartbeats, adding rhythm to the music of the zither and the lusheng.

Qi Meizhen was dressed in a black outfit with a white fox fur cloak over it, looking very dashing.

She held a pipa in her hand. The pipa's body was made of rosewood, and its neck was inlaid with gemstones that shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.

She plucked the strings of the pipa, and the sound it produced was crisp and clear, like pearls falling onto a jade plate. It blended with the sounds of other instruments to create a beautiful piece called "Breaking the Enemy's Formation".

The melodious music flowed like a clear spring through the chaotic battlefield, gradually dispelling the fear and illusions brought by the "Nine Netherworld Sounds".

Fu Anxing's expression grew increasingly grim. She intensified the power of "Nine Netherworld Profound Sound," attempting to disturb everyone's minds once again.

However, the four ladies' music was firm and powerful, like an invisible wall that blocked the "Nine Netherworld Mystic Sounds".

Shi Feiyang stood at the bow of the ship, gripping the Hundred Victories Blade—the Frost Blade—tightly in his hand.

The Frost Blade gleamed sharply in the sunlight.

He activated the Mingyu Skill, and with the blessing of the Sunflower Saintess's superior bloodline, the power of the Mingyu Skill reached its peak.

He exuded a powerful aura, like a towering mountain that could not be shaken.

He sensed the surging lightning power within the clouds, so he continuously poured his surging inner strength into the Heavenly Frost Blade.

After absorbing his inner force, the Heavenly Frost Blade flashed with blue lightning, instantly resonating with the clouds in the sky.

Shi Feiyang shouted and swung the Frost Blade towards the sky.

A dazzling bolt of lightning instantly ripped through the sky, like a divine sword that split the heavens and the earth, carrying the power to destroy the world.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening clap of thunder resounded, as if it would shatter the entire world.

The lightning precisely cleaved the surging wall of tide, and the tide, driven away by the force of the lightning, quickly receded to both sides.

The originally ferocious school of swordfish lost its way and scattered in all directions under the chaos of the tide and the shock of the thunder.

Shi Feiyang and his team successfully averted the crisis, and the ship continued its journey on the calm sea, heading into the distance.

Several days later, Shi Feiyang and his party returned safely to the bustling Suzhou Prefecture.

At this time, Suzhou Prefecture was already enveloped in the lively atmosphere before the Spring Festival.

The streets and alleys were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, with large red lanterns hanging high and red silk ribbons fluttering in the wind, making the whole city look festive.

The shops along the street are filled with all kinds of New Year's goods.

The vendors' shouts rose and fell, "Spring couplets for sale! Auspicious and lucky couplets!" "Freshly baked pastries, come and have a taste!" People moved through the market, their faces beaming with joy, carrying large and small bags of New Year's goods, preparing for the upcoming Lunar New Year's Eve.

On the distant river, painted boats drifted leisurely, with melodious music coming from them, contrasting with the lively scene on the shore and creating a harmonious and beautiful picture.

Shi Feiyang led everyone back to the vast Shi Mansion.

Upon entering the mansion, one can immediately feel the festive atmosphere. The maids and servants are busy decorating the courtyard, pasting auspicious "福" (good fortune) characters, and arranging vibrant flowers. There are only twelve days left until New Year's Eve.

Shi Feiyang stood in the courtyard, his expression solemn yet gentle.

He slowly took out more than 300,000 gold leaves from a deerskin bag that was invisible to ordinary people at his waist.

These golden leaves shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, a testament to his deep affection for the disciples of the Xiong Ying Society.

He knew that every disciple of the Xiong Ying Society had worked hard for the development of the society, and now it was time for them to enjoy the beauty of life.

Shi Feiyang summoned the elders of the Xiong Ying Society—Liao Pei, the "Tongbei Fist" master; Lie Quan, the "Qiankun Blade" master; Wu Zhong, the "Iron Palm" master; and the heads of various incense halls—Xiao Lingling, the "Mandarin Duck Blade" master; Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar" master; Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer" master; Shan Zhi, the "Plum Blossom Dart" master; Jin Liufu, the "Water Dragon" master; Lu Dechu, the "Round Bucket" master; Jiang Huotian, the "Bamboo Pole" master; Gongsun Ren, the "Centipede" master; and Yang Feng, the "Blue-Faced Beast" master—to his side. He solemnly said, "Gentlemen, the Xiong Ying Society's success today is inseparable from the hard work of every disciple. These gold leaves will be distributed to each of the more than 300,000 Xiong Ying disciples, so that everyone can live a prosperous life and feel the warmth of our Xiong Ying Society." His voice was firm and powerful, revealing his care for his disciples and his impartiality towards them.

The elders and heads of the various incense halls nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with respect and emotion.

Liao Pei clasped his hands in a fist and said loudly, "The Grand Master is wise! With this, we disciples will certainly have a very enjoyable New Year!"

Lie Quan chimed in, "Yes, the Grand Master is letting everyone enjoy a peaceful life. We feel at ease following the Grand Master!"

Subsequently, Shi Feiyang dispatched "Flying Eagle Detectives" Xie Wen, Yi Li, Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, Qi Meizhen, Kong Sanjiao, Liu Yehua, Xinanfeng, Fan Shi, and others to supervise the distribution of gold leaves. They each accepted their orders and quickly took action.

At the distribution of the gold leaves, the disciples of the Xiong Ying Society stood in neat rows, their faces beaming with excitement and gratitude.

Each disciple felt as if they were receiving a precious gift when they received the golden leaf from the elders.

Some disciples had tears in their eyes and said excitedly, "Thank you so much, Grand Master! Thank you so much, Xiong Ying Society! With these golden leaves, we can buy a lot of things for our families this New Year!"

Some were happily planning: "I'm going to use this gold leaf to buy my parents new clothes and some New Year's goods, so we can have a good New Year!"

For a time, the entire Xiong Ying Society was immersed in a joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

The disciples were all looking forward to the upcoming Lunar New Year's Eve. With this wealth, they could celebrate the Spring Festival with their families and enjoy this hard-won good life.

Looking at the smiles on his disciples' faces, Shi Feiyang felt a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.
He knew that everything he did was for the sake of giving everyone in the Xiong Ying Society a bright future.

(End of this chapter)