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

Chapter 209. Soul Stealing from the Painted Wall, Arrow Rain Covering the Sky: Divine Crossbow Formation
Stepping into the spacious yet eerily unsettling chamber, three hundred bronze mirrors stood like mysterious and aloof guards, arranged in a staggered pattern. Their surfaces shimmered with a cold, unfathomable light, reflecting and intertwining to create a dreamlike, ethereal world of light and shadow. The light, like agile yet cunning sprites, danced and leaped about, dazzling everyone's eyes with its intensity.

A wave of dizziness washed over them like a raging tide, and the whole world seemed to shake violently beneath their feet. They felt as if they had stepped into a strange space-time that did not belong to reality, and they couldn't help but have deep doubts about everything in front of them, their hearts filled with unease and fear.

"Where...where is this?" Xie Wen asked, his eyes wide and his voice trembling, his gaze filled with fear and confusion.

Shi Xiong followed closely behind Shi Feiyang, his body trembling slightly. He cried out in a tearful voice, "Chief, I'm so scared! Have we entered a haunted house?" Shi Feiyang's expression was solemn, his brows furrowed. He comforted him in a low voice, "Don't panic, I'm here. Everyone, be careful."

Before everyone could recover from this strange sight, an unexpected event occurred.

Lu Fencheng, the commander of the Eastern Depot, had a shadow clone that seemed to appear and disappear in the mirror without warning, like a ghost from the depths of hell.

These clones were layered upon each other, densely packed, seemingly endless.

Their figures twisted and shifted, sometimes so clear they seemed within reach, sometimes so blurry they were like illusory bubbles.

Each flash was accompanied by a sinister and eerie aura that sent chills down everyone's spines and made their hair stand on end.

Everyone felt as if they had been plunged into an endless labyrinth of illusions, with Lu Fencheng's sinister and terrifying face all around them. They couldn't tell which way was which, nor could they tell whether what they were seeing was real or an illusion.

Every corner of the secret chamber seemed to harbor deadly dangers, keeping everyone on edge, like a string that could snap at any moment. Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed like lightning, and amidst the chaos and eeriness, he quickly discerned the secrets of the Mirror Palace.

He knew that the key to breaking this mystery lay in the main mirror.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and his aura suddenly surged like a volcanic eruption, the powerful aura instantly distorting and deforming the surrounding air.

At this moment, he unleashed his Dragon Claw technique, his entire being resembling a dragon about to pounce on its prey, radiating a chilling aura. His hands gleamed with a sharp, cold light, like the claws of a dragon reaching out, grabbing at the main mirror with overwhelming force and unstoppable momentum.

The powerful claws, accompanied by a whistling wind, seemed capable of tearing through space, leaving visible cracks in the air wherever they passed.

However, just as Shi Feiyang was about to touch the main mirror, the ground suddenly began to shake violently without warning.

The once smooth stone slabs cracked instantly, and deep, bottomless ravines spread out rapidly, cutting off everyone's escape route in the blink of an eye.

Within the ravine, sharp spikes gleaming with an eerie green light pierce abruptly from the ground, like countless ferocious fangs, exuding a deadly aura; the slightest carelessness could result in being pierced by them.

"Ah! What should we do?" Xie Wen shouted in terror, his body swaying as he nearly fell into the ditch.

Shi Feiyang reacted swiftly, unleashing his miraculous "Hidden Body and Name" lightness skill. His figure moved like a white streak, darting and weaving across the cracking ground. He held tightly to Shi Xiong with one hand and beckoned to Xie Wen with the other, shouting, "Follow me, watch your step!"

Having barely escaped the attack of the spikes, as they continued forward, the fog in the Mirror Palace grew increasingly thick, and this fog even carried a pungent odor. Shi Feiyang sniffed warily, inwardly realizing something was wrong; this fog contained a deadly poison.

Everyone quickly covered their mouths and noses, but some of the toxic mist still managed to enter their respiratory tracts, causing them to experience numbness.

Shi Feiyang activated his Mingyu Gong, using his powerful internal energy to expel the toxins from his body. Simultaneously, he transferred his power to the others, helping them resist the poisonous fog. He said in a deep voice, "Hold on, everyone, I will get you out of here!"

Just as everyone was struggling to resist the poisonous fog, the phantom in the mirror became increasingly eerie.

Besides Lu Fencheng's Fire Shadow clone, some ghostly black figures also appeared.

These shadowy figures moved swiftly between the mirrors, launching attacks when the people were off guard.

Their attacks carried a chilling aura; wherever they struck, the skin instantly frosted over.

Shi Feiyang brandished the Frost Blade and engaged in a fierce battle with the shadowy figures, attempting to annihilate them amidst flashes of light.

As he slashed at the shadowy figures with his sword, he shouted, "Xie Wen, Shi Xiong, be careful, don't get touched by these shadowy figures!"

As Shi Feiyang searched for the main mirror with all his might and prepared to unleash the Divine Dragon Claw technique once again, the top of the Mirror Palace suddenly began to collapse.

Huge rocks rained down like raindrops, each one carrying immense force.

Shi Feiyang had to dodge the attacks of rocks while concentrating on using his divine skills, the pressure was as heavy as a mountain.

With his superb martial arts skills and extraordinary courage, he leaped and bounded through the gaps in the rocks, eventually managing to shatter the main mirror.

However, just as the illusion was about to be shattered, a powerful sword aura shot out from the mirror, heading straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

"Master, be careful!" Xie Wen and Shi Xiong exclaimed at the same time.

In a split second, Shi Feiyang dodged to the side, the sword energy grazing past him, leaving a long gash in his clothes.

As the main mirror shattered, the deep claw mark, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, instantly tore apart the illusion within the mirror.

The instant the mirror shattered, a scene crashed into everyone's view like a heavy hammer—Lu Fencheng, the Eastern Depot's Admiral, was in secret talks with a Japanese envoy. The two sat facing each other, their expressions enigmatic, their eyes revealing a sinister plot, orchestrating a momentous event that would overturn the martial world and shock the entire nation. This scene made the already complex situation even more perplexing. The extent of the forces behind it far exceeded everyone's previous imagination, like an invisible yet unbreakable net, tightly enveloping them from all sides.

Everyone felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, as if pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness were coldly watching them, and they seemed to be deeply trapped in a huge conspiracy from which they could not escape.

Having just escaped the terrifying and eerie Mirror Palace, the group, driven by their unwavering pursuit of the truth and an urgent desire to uncover the truth, dared not rest for a moment. They relentlessly followed the clues and eventually arrived at the Suzhou Prefecture death row.

This death row cell was like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, exuding a chilling aura.

The moment they stepped into this gloomy place, a strong and pungent killing intent, along with a bone-chilling cold, rushed towards them like a surging tide, instantly making everyone's hair stand on end, as if they had stepped into a cursed, perilous dark world.

Stepping inside the death row cell, the dim light, like thick, unyielding ink, permeated every inch of space, making the place even more eerie and terrifying. Moss covered the walls, and water droplets dripped down, making a crisp yet chilling sound in the deathly silence.

The ground was wet and smelled of decay, as if every step would plunge one into an endless dark swamp.

In the pitch-black darkness, two hundred thunderbolts were densely embedded in the wall.

These lightning-fire bombs, like dormant beasts about to awaken, exude a chilling aura, as if they could be triggered at any moment by an unknown force, causing an explosion capable of destroying the world.

Upon closer inspection, some mysterious and ominous runes seemed to remain on the surface of the Thunderfire Bomb. These runes appeared and disappeared in the dim light, shimmering with an eerie glow.

The runes twisted and meandered, as if they were the embodiment of ancient evil forces, as if they were whispering evil curses from ancient times. Each rune was like a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness, coldly watching everyone, adding a touch of mystery and terror.

"Where...where is this place!" Xie Wen, the "Flying Eagle Detective," trembled, his usual composure completely gone, his eyes filled with terror.

His body trembled slightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, trying to give himself some strength.

The young pageboy, Shi Xiong, was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale, his lips trembled, and his voice was trembling with sobs: "Master, I'm scared..."

Before he finished speaking, he leaped onto Shi Feiyang's back, tightly hugged Shi Feiyang's neck, and clamped his legs around Shi Feiyang's waist. He was covered in cold sweat, as if he had grasped the last straw.

Upon witnessing this scene, Shi Feiyang felt a sudden tightness in his heart, as if his heart were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He knew that the situation had reached a critical juncture, and there was no room for hesitation.

Immediately, he activated the Mingyu Gong, and the internal energy within his body surged like a roaring river, flowing wildly through his meridians.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the "Buddha's Holy Lamp" move from the Tathagata Palm technique.

In an instant, a faint golden light seemed to surround his body. This golden light was like a sacred light from the heavens, carrying supreme majesty and compassion, dispelling the surrounding darkness and evil.

At the same time, a soft yet intense light emanated from his palm. With the powerful enhancement of the Mingyu Gong, this light became even more dazzling, like the blazing sun illuminating the dark and deep death cell.

Wherever the light touched, the air seemed to be purified, and the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere gradually dissipated, replaced by a peaceful and serene ambiance.

A powerful palm wind howled out, like a hurricane carrying destructive power, with an overwhelming momentum, like an invisible yet indestructible force, swiftly attacking the Thunderfire Bomb.

Wherever the palm strike passed, the air was torn apart, producing a sharp whistling sound.

The palm strike precisely extinguished the fuse of the Thunderfire Bomb in an instant; for a moment, it seemed as if time itself had stopped.

As the fuse went out, a looming, catastrophic crisis was finally averted. Shi Feiyang's palm strike turned the tide, saving not only himself but also everyone present, allowing them to escape death.

After the crisis was over, Shi Feiyang, despite his extreme physical and mental exhaustion, walked slowly to the body of the jailer, his legs feeling as heavy as lead.

He crouched down, his brow furrowed, and began to examine the area carefully.

Every time he turned the corpse over, he could feel the aura of death rushing towards him.

While turning over one of the corpses, he discovered a blood-written plea for help from a former member of Qi Jiguang's army.

The blood-stained letter, with its dried bloodstains like marks etched by time, tells of endless suffering and despair.

A hint of seriousness flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, as heavy as a sky filled with dark clouds, making it hard to breathe.

He knew that behind this blood-written letter lay a deeper secret and crisis.

This is a bottomless, enormous mystery, waiting for him to unravel it.

He carefully put away the blood-written letter, his hands trembling slightly as if he were holding a priceless treasure, ready to investigate further and not let go of any clue, no matter how faint it was.

Shi Feiyang knew the importance of the blood letter, so he immediately turned around, looked at Xie Wen with a firm gaze, and said in a deep voice, "Xie Wen, this matter is urgent. We must bring Qi Meizhen here as soon as possible. Only she can unlock the secret behind this blood letter."

Upon hearing this, Xie Wen's expression hardened, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. However, knowing the urgency and danger of the matter, he nodded hurriedly and said, "Don't worry, Chief, I will do my best! But this place is too eerie. I... I'll go right now!"

Having said that, his steps were hurried and firm, like a gust of wind, and he quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The young pageboy Shi Xiong peeked out from behind Shi Feiyang, his voice trembling, and said, "Chief, why are there so many scary things everywhere in this death row? Could that blood letter be cursed?"

Shi Feiyang turned around, gently patted Shi Xiong's shoulder, and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. What we need to do now is to uncover the truth." Shi Xiong swallowed and replied softly, "Yes, Chief, I'll follow you."

Soon after, Xie Wen hurriedly brought Qi Meizhen to the death row. The moment Qi Meizhen stepped into the death row, a sinister aura, like a cold, venomous snake, crept up from the soles of her feet, making her shiver involuntarily.

Her gaze quickly swept around, and the dim light, damp walls, and pervasive stench sent chills down her spine.

Her eyes froze instantly upon seeing the blood-written letter on the ground, as if frozen in place by a spell, and her body trembled slightly. She slowly walked forward, her steps heavy and deliberate, each step feeling like treading on thorns, each step carrying a thousand pounds of weight.

With trembling hands, she picked up the blood-written letter. The moment her fingertips touched it, it was as if she were touching the desperate soul of her father's former subordinates.

She examined it closely, her eyes filled with shock and grief, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

When she confirmed that it was indeed a plea for help written in blood from her father's former subordinates, she could no longer suppress her grief and burst into tears.

Her cries echoed in the gloomy death cell, like the mournful hooting of an owl in a desolate graveyard, filled with endless sorrow and desolation.

Shi Feiyang and the others present were all moved by the crying, and their hearts were filled with sympathy and sorrow.

"Meizhen, what exactly happened?" Shi Feiyang stepped forward and asked softly, his eyes full of concern.

He reached out and gently patted Qi Meizhen's shoulder, trying to offer her some comfort. Qi Meizhen choked back tears as she spoke, "My lord, in the thirteenth year of the Wanli reign, the censor Zhang Xigao impeached my father again, leading to his dismissal and return to his hometown. He died soon after, filled with resentment. My father's former subordinates were abandoned by the court. In numerous battles against the Japanese pirates, they sent letters in blood pleading for help to the court, but the court ignored them, leaving them to fend for themselves." At this point, tears streamed down Qi Meizhen's face, her voice trembling. "It's truly like 'wanting to cross the Yellow River but the ice blocks the way, wanting to climb Mount Taihang but the snow covers the mountain.' My father's former subordinates, so loyal, met such a tragic end."

Shi Feiyang embraced Qi Meizhen tenderly and gently comforted her, "Meizhen, don't be too sad. 'A thousand sails pass by the sunken ship, and ten thousand trees bloom before the withered tree.' I will appeal to the court and petition the emperor directly to seek justice for my father-in-law's former soldiers."

Shi Feiyang's voice was firm and powerful, revealing boundless tenderness and a sense of responsibility.

His words, like a gentle spring breeze, gradually soothed the wounds in Qi Meizhen's heart.

Xie Wen, watching this scene from the side, also had his eyes slightly redden. He whispered to Shi Xiong, "Alas, I never expected that General Qi's former subordinates would end up like this. We must help the Chief to find out the truth."

Shi Xiong nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, Brother Xie, what's going on in this death row is terrifying. I hope the truth can be revealed soon."

In Shi Feiyang's arms, Qi Meizhen gradually stopped crying, raised her head, and her eyes were filled with trust and gratitude for Shi Feiyang.

She understood that as long as Shi Feiyang was there, all difficulties would be easily resolved.

Shi Feiyang gazed at Qi Meizhen and softly instructed, "Meizhen, go back to the Tiger Hill Sword Pool headquarters of the Canal Gang to handle official business and ensure the stability of the Canal Gang's territory in Jiangnan. Leave things here to me."

Qi Meizhen nodded and replied, "Husband, be careful."

Shi Feiyang gently patted Qi Meizhen's shoulder and assured her, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Subsequently, Shi Feiyang arranged for Xie Wen to escort Qi Meizhen away.

He knew that only by ensuring Qi Meizhen's safe departure could he deal with the problems at hand without any worries, continue to explore the truth, and uncover the huge conspiracy hidden behind it.

Following the faint and intricate clues, the group of people, like travelers lost in a dark labyrinth, struggled to find their way through the fog and thorns, eventually reaching the ancient well at Canglang Pavilion.

At this moment, the ancient well of Canglang Pavilion seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious and gloomy veil, and the surroundings were filled with an atmosphere of deathly silence.

As soon as they approached the ancient well, a sinister and eerie aura, like a surging undercurrent, swept over them with a bone-chilling cold, causing everyone to shiver and their hair to stand on end.

Shi Xiong gripped Shi Feiyang's sleeve tightly, his voice trembling as he said, "Chief, I have a creepy feeling about this place. Could there be some evil spirits here?" Shi Feiyang patted Shi Xiong's hand, comforting him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Since we've come to uncover the truth, we can't be intimidated by appearances." Suddenly, the bottom of the well appeared to be a terrifying beast that had been dormant for thousands of years, its blood-red maw opening wide, gushing out mercury soaked in snake venom.

Mercury surged and roared like a silver torrent, emitting a pungent odor and shimmering with a cold and deadly luster under the dim sky, as if carrying a curse from hell, ready to devour everything in the world.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were sharp as torches, like cold stars in the dark night, instantly capturing the aura of danger.

He reacted extremely quickly, drawing his Heavenly Frost Blade without hesitation.

The moment the Frostblade was drawn, a chilling aura emanated from it, freezing the surrounding air and making the atmosphere even more frigid and menacing in this eerie environment.

"Chief, this mercury looks terrifying. Can we handle it?" Xie Wen frowned, a hint of fear in his eyes.

Shi Feiyang's expression was firm as he said in a deep voice, "Xie Wen, don't panic. My Hundred Victories Blade Technique can definitely repel this poisonous mercury."

He then unleashed a move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique called "Reverse Wave Slash," and in an instant, his aura surged like a volcanic eruption, his entire body enveloped in an invisible layer of battle intent.

The blade flashed like lightning ripped through the night sky, carrying a sharp edge, and cleaved towards the poisonous mercury with overwhelming force.

The moment the blade came into contact with the mercury, it made a "sizzling" sound, like the sharp cry of metal colliding with a raging flame. The powerful blade force cleaved the poisonous mercury in two.

A wisp of blue smoke rose from the blade, a strange phenomenon created by the interaction of snake venom and blade energy, resembling a demon grinning menacingly within the smoke. After successfully repelling the mercury, Shi Feiyang's gaze, sharp as a hawk, swiftly scanned the well wall.

He keenly sensed that the well wall seemed to conceal some unknown secret.

He held his breath and observed carefully, not missing a single detail.

He soon discovered the hidden door in the well wall.

The hidden door was completely covered by thick layers of moss and grime. If it weren't for his meticulous attention to detail and extraordinary perception, he would have had no chance of noticing its existence. Shi Feiyang called out to the others, "Come here, there's a hidden door here."

The crowd gathered around, staring at the hidden door with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness.

Shi Xiong scratched his head and said, "Chief, what's behind this secret door? Is there any danger?"

Shi Feiyang smiled and said, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Let's open it and see."

Together, they pushed open the hidden door, and a musty, decaying smell wafted out, as if the long-sealed years had come to pass.

Behind the door lay the private armory of a famous general who had fought against the Japanese pirates. Inside were various rusty weapons and armor, as well as some mysterious blueprints and letters. These items exuded a mysterious aura in the dim light, telling stories of the past.

This significant discovery, like a ray of dawn breaking through the darkness, may become one of the keys to unraveling the mystery, igniting a flame of hope in everyone's hearts to uncover the truth.

Shi Feiyang pondered for a moment, then said to Xie Wen and Shi Xiong, "You two should first go and search other places carefully, and don't overlook any clues." Xie Wen looked troubled and said, "Chief, this journey is fraught with danger. Should we call on some more experts from the Xiong Ying Society to come and help us? I'm afraid that if we encounter any more dangers, we won't be able to handle it."

Shi Xiong chimed in, "Yes, Chief, it's reassuring to have more people around." Shi Feiyang shook his head and said, "No need. The clues are urgent right now. If we wait for experts to arrive, we might miss a good opportunity. Don't worry, I will protect you."

Xie Wen and Shi Xiong accepted the order and left. Shi Feiyang then went to invite the two fairies, Bai Lingniao and Bi Ling'er, from the Divine Dragon Pagoda to come out and ask for their help in properly moving these weapons, armor, mysterious blueprints, and letters into the Divine Dragon Pagoda.

Two fairies appeared gracefully and carefully carried various items to the Dragon Pagoda.

After leaving the ancient well at Canglang Pavilion, the group hurried towards the mural corridor at Tang Yin's tomb.

A mysterious and oppressive atmosphere permeated the corridor, as if invisible eyes were watching them from the darkness. The murals on the walls appeared particularly sinister and terrifying in the dim, yellowish light, their mottled patterns seeming as if they might come to life at any moment.

Shi Xiong followed closely behind Shi Feiyang and whispered, "Chief, why is this corridor so eerie? I feel a chill down my spine."

Shi Feiyang gently comforted him, "Don't be afraid, just walk normally and pay attention to your surroundings."

As Shi Feiyang and his companions walked slowly along the corridor, a painting titled "Lady Playing the Flute" quietly came into view.

The moment Shi Feiyang saw the painting, his heart tightened, and he keenly sensed something amiss.

Although the lady in the painting has a beautiful face and elegant posture, like a fairy who has stepped out of the painting, there is a strange aura in the depths of her eyes, as if she can suck people's souls into them.

Shi Feiyang muttered to himself, "This painting is strange. Everyone be careful."

Xie Wen swallowed hard and said, "Chief, I feel like this lady is alive. It's terrifying."

Shi Feiyang's gaze was firm as he said, "No matter how strange it is, we must uncover its secrets." Filled with tension and curiosity, the group slowly approached the painting, stepping into an unknown and mysterious realm where danger lurked all around.

Shi Feiyang instantly activated the Mingyu Skill. With the miraculous blessing of the Sunflower Saintess's top-grade bloodline, the power of the Mingyu Skill erupted like a volcanic eruption.

An extreme chill seemed to surge from the depths of the deepest hell, spreading rapidly outwards from him, attempting to freeze the eerie atmosphere permeating the corridor.

A faint blue light emanated from his body, a manifestation of the chilling power of the Mingyu Gong. Wherever he went, the air froze, emitting a soft "crackling" sound. Immediately afterward, he unleashed the Divine Dragon Claw technique, his hands flashing with a chilling light, like two dragons emerging from the sea, swiftly and forcefully slamming into the mural with an unstoppable momentum.

With a teeth-grinding "crunch," the resonating mechanism hidden behind the mural was crushed by his grasp.

Just as the mechanism shattered, a deafening dragon's roar suddenly echoed through the corridor.

The dragon's roar was like the howl of an ancient beast, carrying a world-destroying power. Wherever the sound waves reached, dust fell from the walls, and the entire corridor trembled.

The sound instantly shattered the demonic chants that permeated the corridor, and everyone felt a deafening roar in their ears, as if they had been awakened from a terrible nightmare.

"Chief, this...this is too terrifying!" Shi Xiong's face was deathly pale, his voice trembled violently, and his legs couldn't help but shake. "Shouldn't we quickly summon the experts from the Xiong Ying Society? This matter is too bizarre; I'm afraid we can't handle it!"

Xie Wen also looked terrified and chimed in, "Yes, Chief, we've encountered many problems along the way. The enemy's methods are unpredictable. Having more manpower will make us safer."

Shi Feiyang remained calm and resolute, saying, "Don't panic. Now that we've come this far, we can't back down easily. I have the Mingyu Skill and a wealth of martial arts skills to protect you. Besides, the clues are urgent right now, and if we wait for a master to arrive, we might miss a crucial opportunity."

Upon closer inspection, everyone discovered that the poem inscribed in the painting subtly yet clearly revealed evidence that Emperor Wanli, Zhu Yijun, had privately built a dragon boat before ascending the throne.

Every word in the poem seems to conceal a hidden secret of the imperial court, like bombs buried deep in the dust of history.

This discovery gradually linked the case to the secrets of the imperial court, making the situation more complex and seemingly trapped in a bottomless vortex. Every clue led to more mysteries, making people increasingly feel that a huge conspiracy was hidden behind the scenes, and they were gradually delving into the core of this conspiracy.

Immediately afterwards, everyone stepped into the ice cellar.

The moment they stepped inside, a bone-chilling cold swept over them like a surging tide, instantly transporting them to a frigid, icy world. Inside the ice cellar, the walls and floor were covered with a thick layer of ice, shimmering with a chilling light in the dim illumination.

The ice chains, like ferocious pythons, snaked in from all directions at incredible speeds, making them impossible to defend against.

The chains whistled through the air, like the whispers of a demon.

The cold, poisonous mist permeated the area, like a thick white ocean, obstructing vision and making breathing difficult. Each breath felt like countless tiny ice needles pricking the throat.

Shi Feiyang and the others were quickly trapped by the Xuanbing Chains and the cold poison mist, instantly finding themselves in a desperate situation.

However, Shi Feiyang was not afraid at all.

His expression was resolute as he circulated the Mingyu Skill within his body. With the blessing of the Sunflower Saintess's superior bloodline, the power of the Mingyu Skill was brought to its peak.

His body was instantly enveloped in a layer of crystal-clear, icy cold air. Under the influence of this cold air, the moisture in the air quickly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, which slowly rotated around him, like dazzling stars.

The ice crystals collided with each other, making a crisp sound that echoed in the ice cellar.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Dharma Light Illuminates All" move of the Tathagata Palm, his palm burning like a blooming lotus, its light dazzling and contrasting sharply with the surrounding icy aura.

The scorching palm force collided with the extreme chill of the Mingyu Skill, generating a powerful force that made the heavens and earth tremble. Wherever the palm force touched, the Xuanbing chains snapped with a crisp sound, and the icy poison mist was instantly dispelled, turning into water vapor that filled the air.

"The Grand Master is amazing!" Shi Xiong exclaimed, his eyes filled with admiration, but his fear had not completely dissipated. "But this place is too dangerous, we still need to find some helpers."

While dealing with the crisis, Shi Feiyang said, "Don't worry, I can handle it. Everyone stay calm and don't panic."

In a corner of the ice cellar, the group found the frozen Siamese craftsman.

The craftsman's face was contorted, his eyes wide open, his expression filled with pain and fear, indicating that he had suffered immense torment before his death. His body was frozen stiff, like a cold stone.

The man clutched a firearms improvement blueprint tightly in his hand. The blueprint had become extremely fragile in the freezing cold and would break at the slightest touch.

This discovery added new clues to the case, making everyone feel that the conspiracy behind it was unfathomable.

Shi Feiyang frowned, lost in thought, pondering to himself: What kind of scheme is the force behind this? And how can we uncover the truth amidst these numerous crises?

(End of this chapter)