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

Chapter 215. Shi Feiyang calmly devises a plan, and slays the villain in the Drunken Spring Pavilion.

The atmosphere inside the Lu Family Martial Arts School remained tense and oppressive.

The disciples inside all had serious expressions, and an indescribable sense of tension filled the air.

They knew that their next move would determine their fate, and the future of the entire martial arts world.

The old boxing master Lu Qiao looked around warily, and after confirming that there was nothing amiss, he limped over to Shi Feiyang's side, lowered his voice, and told him the information that Wan Niang had gone to great lengths to deliver.

The intelligence revealed the latest movements of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and their next plan for the Five Poisons Sect.

Upon hearing that the prison carts had been rerouted through Hangu Pass, Shi Feiyang's thick brows furrowed instantly, and he pondered to himself. Hangu Pass was a strategically important and easily defended pass, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard must have planned this move in advance.

But there is no time to hesitate at this moment.

He had to make a quick decision to deal with this sudden turn of events.

If troops hadn't been dispatched in time, it would have certainly ruined the bond of brotherhood.

Therefore, Shi Feiyang's gaze was firm and his expression was cold. He immediately gave the order. He turned to Xie Wen, the "Flying Eagle Detective," and said in a deep voice, "Xie Wen, this matter is urgent. Go and deliver the order immediately, instructing Liao Pei and Lie Quan to lead the main force of our Central Plains branch disciples to feign an attack on Fenglingdu. Make sure to create a huge momentum, so that the government troops will mistakenly believe that our main force is here, and attract all their attention."

Xie Wen accepted the order and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant, his figure as swift as lightning.

He understood the importance of the task and therefore dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Then, Shi Feiyang looked at Xiao Lingling ("Mandarin Duck Blades"), Lu Dechu ("Round Bucket"), Jiang Huotian ("Bamboo Pole"), Fan Shi ("Xingyi Quan"), Kong Sanjiao ("Seven-Cultivation Sword"), and others who had just arrived at the Lu Family Martial Arts School, and said firmly, "You lot will lead a small team to secretly sneak into Hangu Pass and rescue Wu Zhong with all your might. Remember, this operation is fraught with danger, so do not be careless."

Everyone clasped their hands in a fist salute, their eyes revealing determination and resolve.

They knew this was a life-or-death battle, and everyone had to give it their all.

The Xiong Ying Society, like a finely tuned war machine, quickly split its forces into two groups.

One group, led by Xie Wen, made a feigned attack on Fenglingdu; the other group, led by Xiao Lingling and others, secretly made their way to Hangu Pass.

Despite being severely injured and so weak that he seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him over, Xiang Kun was pale as a sheet and his steps were unsteady.

But the thought of Wu Zhong being in grave danger, his fate uncertain, instantly ignited a surge of chivalry within him, burning like a raging fire. Unwilling to let his injuries become a burden to the team, he resolved to travel to Hangu Pass with Xiao Lingling.

Xiao Lingling glanced at Xiang Kun, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, but there was no time to say anything more. The group immediately packed their belongings and sped towards Hangu Pass. They knew that time was of the essence and they couldn't afford to waste a single moment.

At this time, Hangu Pass was in early spring, a time when all things should be reviving and the chill of spring should be lingering, but it was still firmly shrouded in the lingering power of winter.

The cold wind was like countless sharp ice knives, howling and sweeping in from all directions, cutting into people's faces, causing a sharp pain, as if it would cut off their skin.

In the sky, snowflakes fell heavily, as light as goose feathers yet carrying endless chill, dancing in the air.

In a short while, the entire Hangu Pass was covered in a silvery white, leaving only this vast, white world between heaven and earth. Hidden within this silver-clad landscape were countless unknown dangers and challenges.

Hangu Pass, a historically famous pass, is located in an extremely dangerous area. The mountains on both sides rise into the clouds, like two giants standing on the earth. Between them is a narrow, winding passage, like a sleeping dragon, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

On both sides of this passage, the cliffs are covered with jagged rocks. Against the backdrop of wind and snow, these rocks appear even more sinister and terrifying, as if each one harbors a deadly intent, sending chills down one's spine.

Wu Zhong was imprisoned in a prison cart, which was surrounded by guards, each armed with a sharp blade, their eyes alert and their defenses tight, silently telling Wu Zhong that any attempt to escape would be futile.

Sitting inside the prison cart, Wu Zhong secretly plotted his escape. He knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die; otherwise, not only would his own life be in danger, but he would also endanger the brothers who came to rescue him. His eyes were resolute as he secretly circulated his internal energy, trying to break free from the restraints on his body.

Just then, Xiao Lingling led her men on horseback, their thunderous hooves shattering the silence of the icy, snowy landscape.

She took the lead, like a red plum blossom blooming in the wind and snow, beautiful and resilient.

Holding a pair of mandarin duck swords, she nimbly charged into the Jinyiwei's camp. Her gaze was firm and unwavering, and she wielded the mandarin duck swords with great force, displaying the "Seven Killings Sword" technique.

The blade flashed, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, or as light and agile as a butterfly. Wherever it went, several guards who were nearby fell down with screams, their blood splattering on the spot, leaving shocking patches of crimson on the white snow.

But she had no idea that the Imperial Guards had already set up numerous traps, and she accidentally walked into a hail of bullets.

She saw soldiers all around her thrusting their spears forward, the tips gleaming coldly, like a silver forest tightly surrounding her.

In an instant, Xiao Lingling was in grave danger, dodging left and right. She wielded her mandarin duck knives rapidly, trying to block the spears that rained down upon her, but unfortunately, there were too many soldiers, and the spear formation was impenetrable.

Soon, she was cut in several places by the gun tip, and blood seeped out, staining her clothes red, which looked particularly glaring on the white snow.

Seeing this, Xiang Kun was extremely anxious. Without hesitation, he flew over, holding the broken iron flute in his hand as a shield, and rushed towards Xiao Lingling.

He used the "Tiangang Acupoint Strike Technique," rapidly spinning the iron flute in front of him to form a defensive barrier, attempting to shield Xiao Lingling from the surging attacks.

"Clang!" Xiang Kun used his sturdy iron flute to block three deadly darts from Xiao Lingling. The sharp tips of the darts struck the iron flute, sparking countless dazzling sparks, accompanied by a crisp metallic clang that echoed in the air.

Xiang Kun's body was thrown away like a kite with a broken string due to the violent impact. Blood spurted from his mouth again, and the bright red blood splattered on the white snow, staining the ground red.

Despite suffering such severe injuries, Xiang Kun gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain, and struggled to his feet from the snow. He once again raised the blood-stained iron flute to meet the soldiers' new attack.

"Round Barrel" Lu Dechu rode his Pegasus at breakneck speed, sipping his wine while spraying drops as hidden weapons.

His left hand gripped the wine gourd tightly, while his right hand unleashed the immensely powerful "Heavenly Gang Palm Technique." Each strike carried immense force, knocking the surrounding Imperial Guards off balance and eliciting screams of agony.

During the fierce battle, Lu Dechu didn't forget to use his feet to support Xiang Kun's buttocks, trying to help him stand up.

Just then, several more elite members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard leaped over, wielding sharp embroidered spring knives that flashed with light, and slashed at Lu Chuchu without mercy.

In the midst of the bloody battle, Lu Chuchu sprayed wine droplets, turning them into hidden weapons like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, while simultaneously gripping his wine gourd and using his feet to support Xiang Kun, engaging in a fierce struggle with several Jinyiwei experts.

The scene was breathtaking. Although Lu Dechu was struggling and had multiple injuries, he gritted his teeth and refused to back down, persisting in protecting Xiang Kun.

Jiang Huotian, nicknamed "Bamboo Pole," nimbly weaves through enemy lines with a forked iron pole in hand.

While fiercely fighting with the experts of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he tried his best to get closer to this side.

Each swing of the iron bar created a whistling sound, which pierced the Jinyiwei guards, causing some of them to retreat in fear.

However, a large number of Imperial Guards continued to surge in like a tide, surrounding him completely. Jiang Huotian could only fight back desperately, looking for an opportunity to break through the encirclement.

Xiao Lingling rushed to Xiang Kun's side in a panic.

At this moment, Xiang Kun had fallen into a coma. His face was ashen, devoid of any color, and he looked extremely weak.

Xiao Lingling gently wiped the blood from his face, her movements tender and full of concern.

Unwittingly, she discovered that Xiang Kun had hidden torn pages of the Lotus Sutra in his arms.

Looking at these tattered pages, Xiao Lingling felt a mix of emotions, a complex feeling welling up inside her.

It turns out that hidden in the iron flute compartment of Xiang Kun's house was a lock of hair that Xiao Lingling had cut off during her martial arts competition years ago.

This strand of hair carries Xiang Kun's deep affection over the years; countless days and nights, he has silently longed for it. It turns out that Xiao Lingling is also from Liaodong, and in her early years, she and Xiang Kun were fellow disciples, learning skills together in their sect and spending many wonderful times together.

Later, Xiao Lingling's family moved to the Central Plains, and she lost contact with Xiang Kun. It wasn't until after Changsheng Fort in Liaodong was destroyed by the Shenshui Palace that Xiang Kun, who lived in Changsheng Fort, joined the Xiong Ying Society and discovered Xiao Lingling by chance.

However, Xiao Lingling was already married at this time, and she and "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong had a son. Xiang Kun felt extremely sad, but he still silently watched over Xiao Lingling, burying this deep affection in his heart and never revealing it.

At this moment, Fan Shi of Xingyi Quan and Kong Sanjiao of Qixiu Sword fought fiercely like lightning, their moves incredibly sharp. Fan Shi brought out the exquisite moves of Xingyi Quan to their fullest extent, performing tiger, leopard, and dragon styles in turn, each move containing immense power, causing some of the Imperial Guards to retreat steadily, unable to resist.

Kong Sanjiao brandished his longsword, the blade flashing like stars in the night sky. Wherever he went, soldiers fell, unable to stop him. They fought their way forward, relentlessly trying to break apart the elite spear formation of the government troops.

However, the enemy was numerous and well-trained. Despite Fan Shi and Kong Sanjiao's best efforts, they could not change the outcome, and Wu Zhong was taken away by the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Despite their tremendous efforts, the rescue operation ultimately ended in failure.

The heroes could only sit wearily by the Yellow River, gazing at the surging waters, quietly awaiting Shi Feiyang's instructions. Their hearts were filled with resentment and helplessness, yet they were powerless to do anything about it.

In a side room of the Lu Family Martial Arts School, candlelight flickered, casting shadows that danced on the walls, illuminating the room in a dim and tranquil light.

Shi Feiyang sat alone at the table, clutching the waist token he had obtained from Zhao Quan, a centurion of the Jinyiwei Luoyang Garrison, his eyes serious as he stared intently at the mysterious inscription on the token.

His brows were furrowed, and his face showed deep thought. The room was silent except for the occasional soft sigh from him.

Just then, the door to the side room creaked open, and Yang Xue'er's graceful figure appeared in the doorway.

She wore a white silk dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her movements, like a white lotus blooming in the night.

Her hair was as black as ink, falling smoothly over her shoulders, with a few wisps playfully framing her rosy cheeks.

Her eyes were bright and lively, like twinkling stars in the night sky. As soon as she entered the room, those eyes instantly caught Shi Feiyang's focused expression. She walked lightly to Shi Feiyang's side, leaned down slightly, and whispered in his ear, "Brother Shi, what are you looking at? You're so focused that you didn't even notice me come in."

Her voice was soft and melodious, with a hint of coquetry, like a nightingale singing in a valley, clear and pleasant to the ear. Her warm breath gently brushed past Shi Feiyang's ear, causing a slight stirring in his heart.

Hearing the voice, Shi Feiyang looked up and saw Yang Xue'er. A gentle smile appeared on his originally solemn face, like the warm sun in spring, instantly dispelling the chill in the room.

He handed the waist token to Yang Xue'er and said slowly, "Xue'er, look, this waist token was obtained from Zhao Quan, a centurion of the Luoyang Garrison of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. The secret message on it seems to point to evidence that the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs in the palace is secretly colluding with Japanese pirates."

As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Yang Xue'er, his eyes filled with trust and doting affection.

Yang Xueer took the waist token, examined it carefully, and looked puzzled.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes wide open, and asked curiously, "This little waist tag holds such a big secret? Brother Shi, what does this secret code mean?" As she spoke, she unconsciously moved closer to Shi Feiyang, her body exuding a faint floral fragrance that lingered around him, making him feel as if he were in a sea of ​​flowers.

Shi Feiyang patiently explained to Yang Xueer everything, from the origin of the waist tag to the clues that the secret code might hide.

His voice was deep and magnetic, like a clear mountain spring flowing into Yang Xueer's heart.

Yang Xue'er listened intently, sometimes frowning slightly, sometimes nodding gently, her eyes always fixed on Shi Feiyang's lips, afraid of missing a single word, and then gently nestled into Shi Feiyang's arms.

After Shi Feiyang finished speaking, she got up from his arms and said angrily, "I never thought there would be so many corrupt officials in the court, betraying their country and doing such traitorous things for a little money. It's utterly despicable!"

Her cheeks were flushed with anger, her eyes blazed with fury, and her hands were clenched into fists.

Looking at Yang Xue'er's indignant expression, Shi Feiyang found her quite endearing. He gently patted her shoulder and said, "Xue'er, the affairs of this world are complex and unpredictable. The people of the Japanese islands are ambitious and always dream of landing on our Great Ming Dynasty. Do you know that since the Song Dynasty, they have sent countless beautiful women to the Central Plains to breed? After these women became pregnant, they returned to the Japanese islands to improve their race. Moreover, these women also brought back the culture, customs, maps, resources, ironware, gold, and silver treasures from the Central Plains to the Japanese islands, making the Japanese islands increasingly powerful. Now, Toyotomi Hideyoshi is seizing the opportunity to attempt to attack our Great Ming Dynasty and its neighboring countries. He truly harbors wolfish ambitions."

As Yang Xueer listened to Shi Feiyang's explanation, a look of sudden realization appeared on her face.

She couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother Shi, if you hadn't told me all this, I really wouldn't have known there were so many hidden stories behind it all. Being with you, I always learn so much and it opens up a whole new world for me."

As she spoke, she gazed at Shi Feiyang with deep affection, her eyes filled with admiration and longing, before nestling into his arms.

Looking into Yang Xue'er's affectionate gaze, Shi Feiyang couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

He gently embraced Yang Xue'er; her body was soft and warm, as if carrying an electric current that instantly spread throughout Shi Feiyang's entire body.

Shi Feiyang trembled, quickly shook his head to keep his mind clear, and said, "Xue'er, you are kind-hearted, innocent and lovely. You must be careful and cautious in the future."

Yang Xue'er nodded slightly, a happy smile on her face, and said, "Brother Shi, I know you are highly skilled in martial arts and have the world in your heart, but I don't want to always be protected by you. Can you teach me how to have the same keen insight as you, so that I can discover the great secrets hidden behind these seemingly ordinary things?"

Her eyes were full of expectation, like a child longing for candy.

Shi Feiyang smiled at Yang Xue'er and said, "Xue'er, this insightful ability cannot be developed overnight. First, you must learn to observe, to observe the people and things around you, and pay attention to every detail. Just like this waist tag, how could you discover the shocking secret hidden within if you didn't carefully observe the coded messages on it? Second, you need to have a rich knowledge base, understanding history, geography, humanities, and many other fields, so that you can connect seemingly unrelated clues. For example, regarding the matter of the Japanese sending beautiful women to the Central Plains for breeding, how could you understand their ambitions if you didn't understand the history? Finally, you also need a calm mind, remaining composed in the face of events so that you can rationally analyze problems. Xue'er, you are inherently intelligent; as long as you study diligently, you will surely gain something."

Yang Xue'er listened attentively to Shi Feiyang's teachings, nodding frequently and memorizing every word. She said, "Brother Shi, I will definitely work hard. In the future, if I encounter anything I don't understand, you must patiently teach me."

Shi Feiyang gently pinched Yang Xue'er's nose and said with a smile, "Of course, as long as you are willing to learn, I will definitely teach you everything I know."

The two looked at each other and smiled, instantly creating a warm and sweet atmosphere in the room.

Yang Xueer couldn't contain her emotions; her cheeks flushed crimson, like the magnificent sunset on the horizon, her eyes filled with deep affection and shyness.

She tilted her head slightly and gently placed a kiss on Shi Feiyang's cheek, her movements so tender as if she were afraid of disturbing the beauty of this moment.

Shi Feiyang felt a surge of emotion, and a warm current instantly spread throughout his body, as if he were under the warm spring sun.

However, at this sweet moment, a sudden knocking sound rang out on the door.

Shi Feiyang snapped out of his daze, quickly and gently parted Yang Xue'er, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "Please come in!"

The door slowly opened, and Xie Wen walked in, accompanied by Lu Qiao and Lu Hongye.

Xie Wen looked anxious, his brows furrowed, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and his steps were hurried, as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was chasing him.

As soon as he entered, he strode up to Shi Feiyang, knelt on one knee, and reported urgently with a trembling voice: "Chief, something terrible has happened! The rescue of Wu Zhong at Hangu Pass has failed, and all the brothers and sisters are waiting for your orders on the banks of the Yellow River!"

His eyes were filled with self-blame and worry as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang's expression instantly turned serious, but he quickly regained his composure.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a domineering aura, and said calmly, "Since this battle has failed, let all brothers and sisters disguise themselves and infiltrate the capital. We also have a branch in the capital, so everyone must be careful and cautious after entering the capital. I will be there shortly." His voice was deep and powerful, possessing a reassuring charm, and every word exuded an unquestionable authority.

Xie Wen obeyed the order and left.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xue'er was filled with concern and anxiety. She couldn't help but step forward, look at Shi Feiyang, and anxiously said, "Brother Shi, will it be dangerous for everyone to disguise themselves and sneak into the capital? Why don't I come along too? I can help look after everyone." Her eyes were full of worry as she stared intently at Shi Feiyang, as if waiting for his reply.

Lu Qiao stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Chief, the failure of this rescue is entirely due to my incompetence. If there is anything I can do to help you, I will do my utmost. However, this capital city is a place where hidden talents abound, so I hope the Chief will be extra careful."

Lu Hongye gently bit her lip, her eyes filled with anxiety, and said, "Brother Shi, those brothers and sisters are so brave. Now that they are in trouble, we must find a way to help them. I also want to do my part for everyone."

Her voice was soft, yet firm.

Looking at them, Shi Feiyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He smiled and said, "Xue'er, you stay here and take good care of Senior Lu and Miss Hongye. Senior Lu, this defeat was not your fault. We still have many tough battles to fight. Miss Hongye, I appreciate your kindness. I will arrange things in the capital. You should take good care of your injuries. Everyone, please rest well. There are many things to do tomorrow."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

Everyone responded and dispersed.

The next morning, Shi Feiyang led Shi Xiong away from the Lu Family Martial Arts School and rode out of the city.

Upon witnessing this scene, the Beggars' Sect disciples immediately returned to "Bright Moon Pavilion" and reported the situation to Zhong Renwang, who in turn reported it to Gan Jinliang.

Gan Jinliang was overjoyed and immediately ordered his advisor to gather the Gan family's martial arts instructors for a grand feast at "Mingyue Tower." After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they planned to raid the Lu family's martial arts school that night. Zhong Renwang turned his head and exchanged a sinister smile with Ding Hong.

But in the evening, after eating and drinking his fill, Gan Jinliang seemed to have forgotten about the matter and went to the "Drunken Spring Pavilion" in Luoyang.

This most famous place for men to play is decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, with flying eaves and brackets, exuding luxury everywhere.

Before the vermilion gate, lanterns hung high, emitting an ambiguous glow even in broad daylight.

Stepping inside, one is greeted by a profusion of flowers, a pervasive fragrance, melodious music, beautiful women strolling about, and a cacophony of laughter and playful chatter.

However, this gentle haven also harbors endless decay and depravity.

Gan Jinliang had dressed up carefully today, wearing a brand-new royal blue silk robe embroidered with intricate peony patterns, and a belt inlaid with jade that shone brightly green in the sunlight. He wore a black mink hat, and his oily face was covered with thick powder in an attempt to conceal the hideous scar, which only made him look more comical and terrifying.

As soon as he stepped into the door of "Drunken Spring Pavilion", the charming manager Xu Nian greeted him with a big smile and swayed her hips. Her voice was so sweet it could drip water: "Oh my, Uncle Gan, you've finally arrived! The girls have been talking about you!"

Gan Jinliang grinned, revealing a set of teeth yellowed from smoking. He chuckled, casually handed a silver ingot to Manager Xu Nian, and swaggered inside, glancing at the girls around him with greed and desire in his eyes.

His gaze was drawn to a beautiful and charming girl named Wan Niang. She had eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, skin as white as snow, and a graceful figure, like a lotus bud about to bloom. She stood out as exceptionally fresh and refined amidst all the other women.

Actually, she's already over forty, but she doesn't seem to age. Maybe she's just happy here all day long. Besides, she's Lu Qiao's junior sister, the one who delivers intelligence for the Lu family martial arts school, and the one who went crazy for love.

Without a word, Gan Jinliang walked straight towards Wan Niang, grabbing her waist. Wan Niang was terrified and tried to break free, but Gan Jinliang held her tightly. Actually, Wan Niang was faking it; her martial arts skills were extremely formidable!

Those who bullied her during her more than ten years here have all gone to meet their maker in the underworld.

"Little beauty, have some fun with me tonight," Gan Jinliang said with a lewd grin, his breath reeking of alcohol.

With tears in her eyes, Wan Niang said pitifully, "Sir, please let me go, I... I'm not feeling well."

Gan Jinliang refused to believe it and burst into laughter: "Stop pretending. In this 'Drunken Spring Pavilion,' is there anything you wouldn't want?"

As he spoke, he reached out to pull at Wan Niang's clothes.

At this moment, another girl, Lingxiu, couldn't bear to watch any longer and mustered her courage to step forward and say, "Uncle Gan, please let Wanniang go. She's really not feeling well." Gan Jinliang turned his head and glared fiercely at Lingxiu: "Who do you think you are, daring to ruin my fun!" With that, he grabbed a wine cup from the table and smashed it at Lingxiu. Lingxiu couldn't dodge in time, and a cut appeared on her forehead, from which blood flowed freely.

Seeing this, Manager Xu quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Uncle Gan, calm down, calm down. How about I get you a few prettier girls?" Gan Jinliang, however, wouldn't listen and kicked over the table, scattering food and wine all over the floor.
He roared, "Today I want this Wan Niang! Anyone who dares to stop me, don't blame me for being impolite!"

As he spoke, he pulled Wan Niang into his arms again.

Wan Niang struggled desperately and cried for help, while the girls around her were so frightened that they hid to the side and dared not make a sound.

In the midst of the chaos, a young musician named Qingfeng stepped forward. Although he was thin, his eyes were firm: "Gan Jinliang, stop your reckless behavior. Forced relationships are never sweet. Why make things difficult for a weak woman!"

Upon hearing this, Gan Jinliang flew into a rage. He released Wan Niang and lunged at Qingfeng, raising his thick fist to smash it towards Qingfeng's face. Qingfeng dodged the punch by sidestepping.

But Gan Jinliang immediately followed up with another kick, this time to Qingfeng's leg, causing Qingfeng to stumble and fall to the ground.

Gan Jinliang stepped forward, stomped on Qingfeng's chest, and said viciously, "You dare to go against me? Don't you know your own limitations? Today I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

After saying that, he ordered his men to punch and kick Qingfeng. Qingfeng rolled on the ground in pain, but still desperately protected his body.

"Uncle Gan, please stop hitting him! He'll die if you keep hitting him!" Wan Niang cried and knelt on the ground, begging.

Gan Jinliang then stopped, looking triumphantly at Qingfeng lying on the ground, and pulled Wan Niang up again: "If you don't behave tonight, this will be your fate!" After saying that, ignoring Wan Niang's cries, he forcibly dragged her into another room.

The "Drunken Spring Pavilion" was in a mess, and the girls were trembling with fear.

Unexpectedly, Gan Jinliang dragged Wan Niang into the room and kicked the door shut. He found Shi Feiyang sitting in the room, with the beautiful Yang Xue'er standing beside him, looking down at him tenderly. Her eyes had nothing of the world but Shi Feiyang.

Xie Wen, Shan Zhi, Shi Xiong, and Miao Menlong have already blocked off all four directions.

Gan Jinliang realized he had been tricked and turned to run away.

Xie Wen flicked his hand, and the Heavenly Silkworm Net covered Gan Jinliang's body.

With a flick of his wrist, Shan Zhiyang sent dozens of plum blossom darts piercing Gan Jinliang's body.

Gan Jinliang screamed in agony, his body riddled with holes, blood splattering everywhere, and he died on the spot.

Shi Feiyang took out a handful of gold leaves from the deerskin pouch that was invisible to ordinary people at his waist, stuffed it into Wan Niang's hand, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Wan Niang! There is still a vacancy for a hall master in the Xiong Ying Society. If Wan Niang is willing, she can work for our society. Our society is also willing to establish a Zui Chun Lou in the capital for Wan Niang, with Wan Niang as the manager. Is that alright?"

(End of this chapter)