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

Chapter 224. Three top martial arts masters from the capital besiege Shi Feiyang, leaving him questioning his existence.

Shi Xiong chimed in, "Young Master, in my opinion, this Miss Lan probably has ulterior motives."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly and replied, "I understand. We need to be more careful. Today's events are all thanks to Miss Lan's help. Regardless of her intentions, I, Shi Feiyang, will remember this kindness."

After saying that, he turned to face the crowd and suggested, "Let's find a safe place to rest first, and then discuss the next plan in detail."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and in this tranquil suburb, they slowly walked into the distance, their figures gradually becoming blurred in the moonlight.

After walking in silence for a while, Yang Xue'er's originally light steps gradually became heavy. She pouted slightly, a hint of shyness on her face, and said coquettishly, "Shi Lang, I really can't walk anymore, I'm too tired."

As soon as she finished speaking, she sat down on the ground, like a tired kitten.

Lu Hongye was perceptive and, as a woman, she could naturally understand Yang Xueer's intentions.

Although Xue'er and Shi Feiyang are married, they have not yet spent the night together. She clearly wants to spend time alone with Shi Feiyang.

So, Lu Hongye smiled slightly, revealing an understanding smile, and said softly, "I also feel very tired."

After saying that, she slowly sat down next to Yang Xue'er.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang immediately understood their intentions.

He calmly and skillfully took out several tents, some food, and precious "combustible ice" from a mysterious deerskin bag at his waist.

Although the deerskin bag was small, it seemed to contain infinite space, able to hold so many items.

Shi Xiong, quick-witted and agile, immediately ran over upon seeing this and began setting up the tent with practiced ease. His small figure busied himself under the moonlight, every movement showing great seriousness.

Shi Feiyang then took out a tinderbox, shook it gently, and sparks flew, igniting the crystal-clear combustible ice.

In an instant, a ball of eerie blue flame rose into the air, its light dancing on Shi Feiyang's resolute face. He began to start a fire and cook, his movements practiced and fluid, revealing his rich life experience.

Bathed in moonlight, a warm glow shone on Shi Feiyang's face.

He skillfully placed the food into the pot, and the water in the pot began to boil, making a gurgling sound.

While busy at work, Shi Feiyang looked around to ensure everyone's safety.

They knew they needed to remain vigilant and not let their guard down on this quiet night.

Shi Xiong set up the tent with practiced speed and skill, clearly accustomed to this lifestyle. He constructed the tent to be sturdy and comfortable, ensuring everyone could get adequate rest inside.

Watching Shi Xiong's busy figure, Shi Feiyang felt a surge of gratitude. They sat around the campfire, enjoying the delicious food Shi Feiyang had cooked. In the warm firelight, everyone's face showed a satisfied smile.

Despite facing unknown dangers, they felt a rare sense of peace at this moment.

Yang Xueer and Lu Hongye stood to the side, their eyes wide with surprise and curiosity.

They stared in disbelief at the methane hydrate they had never seen before, witnessing the strange light it emitted as it burned.

The eerie blue flames seemed to possess a mysterious magic, firmly attracting their gaze, as if an invisible force was locking them firmly in place.

After dinner, the moonlight in the sky became even brighter. Lu Hongye gently nudged Yang Xue'er, her eyes full of smiles, and whispered, "Sister, you and Shi Lang should get some rest too."

A blush instantly spread across Yang Xueer's cheeks, as delicate and beautiful as a blooming peach blossom. She lowered her head shyly, but her heart was filled with a sweet feeling.

Lu Hongye smiled and pushed Yang Xueer toward Shi Feiyang's tent. Shi Feiyang was slightly taken aback, but then understood Lu Hongye's kindness, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. Soon, Yang Xueer's cheerful singing voice could be faintly heard from Shi Feiyang's tent. It was clear and melodious, like silver bells, gently echoing in the quiet suburban night.

The night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed impossible to see through, like a huge black silk ribbon tightly wrapping the entire suburbs.

A biting wind howled and swept in, carrying a chilling cold as it relentlessly lashed the earth. The sound of the wind was like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, appearing particularly desolate in the quiet countryside.

Shi Xiong and Lu Hongye stood outside the tent.

Lu Hongye was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, her long black hair flying freely in the cold wind, like a flowing black silk.

She held a retractable Lu Chen gun, its blade gleaming coldly, reflecting on her resolute and beautiful face.

Shi Xiong gripped the iron knife tightly in his hand, the blade gleaming with a cold light, perfectly complementing his youthful yet determined expression.

Lu Hongye's gaze was sharp, her eyes revealing a coldness and determination as she carefully scanned her surroundings.

Shi Xiong appeared even more vigilant, his gaze constantly shifting in the darkness, as if searching for something.

The two silently guarded the tranquility inside the tent; in this cold night, they were the strongest shield.

Whenever a cold wind blows, her hair dances in the wind, like a fairy dancing in the air.

However, despite her hair fluttering in the wind, her expression remained focused, completely unaffected by the outside world. Her ears twitched slightly, catching every subtle sound in the air.

Despite his young age, Shi Xiong dared not let his guard down in the face of this dire situation. He kept his bright eyes open, vigilantly observing the movements around him. Although his body trembled slightly from the cold, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

The two took turns patrolling, their steps light and steady as they strolled slowly around the tent.

With each step Lu Hongye took, she exuded an invisible aura.

She was not only a heroine among women, but also a rare sage in the martial arts world, knowing that supporting others was the best course of action, for their success was shared by all. To undermine others would only result in mutual destruction.

Knowing that Yang Xueer will find happiness will make her respect her even more in the future.

Otherwise, she would be caught in an endless struggle for favor with Yang Xue'er, whose backer, Qingfeng Pavilion, was a force so powerful that even Shi Feiyang had to look up to it. Therefore, Lu Hongye wisely and silently protected the warmth between Shi Feiyang and Yang Xue'er in the cold wind.

Shi Xiong followed closely behind, mimicking her steps with a focused expression. When Lu Hongye stopped to listen carefully to her surroundings, Shi Xiong also followed her example, holding his breath and trying to catch any possible signs of danger.

The cold wind grew stronger, stinging my face like a knife.

Lu Hongye tightened her clothes, her gaze fixed firmly on the distance. Shi Xiong couldn't help but shiver, but quickly gripped his iron knife, encouraging himself. He stole a glance at Lu Hongye, seeing her composed expression, and felt a surge of admiration, which also gave him a boost of courage.

During this long and cold night, Lu Hongye and Shi Xiong stood firm at their posts, protecting the peace and quiet of Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer inside the tent.

Their figures appeared somewhat lonely under the moonlight, yet they exuded a moving resilience and perseverance, like two majestic mountain peaks, resisting any possible threats from the outside world.

The next morning, the dawn light, like a light veil, gently bathed the campsite in the countryside.

Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer held hands and slowly stepped out of the tent.

After a warm night, Yang Xueer looked even more radiant, like a peony blooming in spring, exuding a captivating charm.

She wore a pink silk dress, its fabric light and airy like flowing clouds.

The skirt was embroidered with delicate gold patterns, which shimmered in the morning light, as if countless tiny stars were scattered among them.

At the neckline, delicate silk threads outlined exquisite petal patterns, perfectly complementing her snow-white skin.

A bright green ribbon was tied around her waist, hanging down lightly, which made her waist look even more slender. It was so delicate that it seemed as if a gentle breeze could lift her up.

Yang Xueer's eyes were like a clear spring, clear and bright, revealing endless tenderness and sweetness.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings, each blink revealing her inner joy.

Her face was rosy, like a ripe apple, radiating a healthy and charming glow—the color of happiness.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands falling casually on either side of her face, adding to her charm.

Her hair shimmered in the sunlight, as if draped in a mysterious veil.

She is tall and slender, with a graceful figure, and every step she takes carries an innate elegance.

Every movement she made was so composed and unhurried, silently conveying her confidence and ease.

When Yang Xueer saw Lu Hongye and Shi Xiong huddled outside the tent, their faces purple from the cold, a pang of heartache immediately flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Her heart clenched painfully, and a hint of reluctance flashed in her eyes. Without hesitation, she strode forward and gently picked up Lu Hongye.

Lu Hongye's body trembled slightly in Yang Xue'er's arms, and Yang Xue'er's gaze softened even more. She carefully carried Lu Hongye into the tent, as if protecting a precious treasure. Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if afraid of hurting the baby in her arms.

Yang Xue'er gently placed Lu Hongye on the bed, then skillfully took out a small amount of combustible ice from the side and lighted it gently with the tinderbox left by Shi Feiyang. The pale blue flame quickly rose, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold tent.

Yang Xue'er picked up the quilt from the side and carefully covered Lu Hongye with it, tucking the edges of the quilt tightly to prevent even a wisp of cold air from getting in. Her movements were gentle and meticulous, every action revealing her deep concern.

Her eyes were full of tenderness and care, using her warmth to dispel the coldness in Lu Hongye's heart.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang quickly walked to Shi Xiong's side, squatted down, and gently picked Shi Xiong up.

Shi Xiong's body trembled slightly in Shi Feiyang's arms, and Shi Feiyang's eyes were filled with worry.

He carefully carried Shi Xiong into the tent, as if he were protecting a fragile piece of porcelain.

His movements were gentle and careful, as if he were afraid of hurting Shi Xiong in his arms.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were filled with determination and resolve as he used his strength to create a warm haven for Shi Xiong.

Shi Xiong's little face was red from the cold, and his lips were purple. Shi Feiyang felt a pang of pity for him.

He carried Shi Xiong and quickly crawled into the tent, where he also lit the combustible ice, allowing the warmth to gradually spread.

Afterwards, he covered Shi Xiong with a blanket and watched as Shi Xiong gradually recovered before he breathed a sigh of relief.

After completing all this, Shi Feiyang walked out of the tent, took Yang Xueer's hand again, and the two smiled at each other before returning to their own tent.

Shi Feiyang started a fire to cook, with Yang Xueer assisting him. The two worked together seamlessly, and when their eyes met, they could both feel the deep affection in each other's eyes. In this warm atmosphere, a new day quietly began.

At lunchtime, the warm sunlight gently shone on the campsite, and Lu Hongye and Shi Xiong slowly woke up.

With smiles on their faces, Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer steadily carried the fragrant, steaming food in their hands and walked briskly toward Lu Hongye and Shi Xiong.

The aroma of the food immediately filled the air, as if possessing a magical power that instantly whetted everyone's appetite.

As Lu Hongye and Shi Xiong witnessed this scene, a warm feeling welled up in their hearts, and their eyes immediately welled up with tears. They were so moved that they almost shed them. Just as everyone had finished lunch and was chatting comfortably, a sharp and piercing sound of clashing swords suddenly shattered the tranquility of the suburbs, like a sudden nightmare.

The crowd's expressions changed drastically, and they quickly emerged from the tent, their faces filled with fear and unease.

Not far away, Lan Xiaodie was surrounded by a group of fierce Beggar Clan disciples and was in dire straits.

Her figure appeared exceptionally slender in the crowd, yet it also revealed an indomitable stubbornness. The Beggar Clan disciples, armed with weapons and with fierce eyes, launched a relentless offensive like a tidal wave, aiming to engulf Lan Xiaodie in the endless darkness.

Behind the Beggars' Sect disciples, a group of Imperial Guards approached silently like ghosts; they were hunters lurking in the darkness.

Leading the group was Kang Fusheng, the commander of the Imperial Guard's Central Army. He wore a signature sinister smirk, like a cunning fox, which sent chills down one's spine. Xiang Yushan, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, had a stern face and sharp eyes like a hawk.

Lu Yuan, the deputy commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an eager desire to make merit and wait for an opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop.

Behind them stood a group of top martial arts experts from the capital, each exuding a calm and collected aura, clearly seasoned veterans. Their gazes were resolute, as if they were long accustomed to such life-or-death battles. In this tense atmosphere, everyone's heart was in their throat.

Shi Feiyang remained calm in the face of this scene and quietly took out the mysterious deerskin bag from his waist.

Although the deerskin bag was small, it seemed to contain endless space.

With swift movements of his hands, he steadily packed the tent, combustible ice, pots and pans, as well as Yang Xueer, Lu Hongye, and Shi Xiong, into the deerskin bag.

The movements were fluid and natural, and then the deerskin bag was tucked back into the waistband, the whole process as smooth as flowing water.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang swiftly drew the Frost Blade, its blade gleaming with a cold, icy light in the sunlight.

He activated his Bright Jade Skill, and a layer of warm, jade-colored light emanated from his body. Within this light, a powerful and mysterious aura enveloped him, bathing him in a sacred halo. At this moment, he resembled a war god descended to earth, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

Lan Xiaodie had used up all her poison. Facing the surging tide of enemies, her moves gradually became sluggish, and her stamina was exhausted in the intense battle. She was no longer able to withstand the Beggar Clan disciples' offensive.

When she saw a large number of Imperial Guards closing in like hungry wolves, she became increasingly anxious and her expression showed great panic.

When she discovered that Shi Feiyang was still there, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, and she ran to Shi Feiyang's side, covered in sweat and panting.

She was about to speak when Shi Feiyang interrupted her with a smile: "Don't worry! I'll make sure you owe me another favor."

His words revealed unparalleled confidence and pride, while declaring to the Beggar Clan disciples and Imperial Guards: Today, no one will be able to cause Lan Xiaodie any harm.

Having said that, Shi Feiyang gripped the Heavenly Frost Blade tightly, his figure flashing like lightning as he charged towards the Beggar Clan disciples. He unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," unleashing the move "Heaven and Earth Live Together," his blade technique incredibly sharp, each strike containing immense power, the blade flashing with light.

He roared and fiercely swung each blade, the blade gleaming with a blinding cold light under the sunlight, each brilliant slash seeming to cleave the sky in two.

Seeing this, a Beggars' Sect leader was startled but unwilling to back down. He brandished his iron rod to meet Shi Feiyang's attack. He probably didn't know much about Shi Feiyang. He used the Beggars' Sect's "Dog-Beating Stick Technique" to try and block Shi Feiyang's attack.

However, Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship was too fierce. In a flash, he dodged the Beggar Clan leader's attack like a streak of light.

Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship was like a raging storm, each strike carrying the force of thunder, aiming to utterly destroy these Beggar Clan bandits. Although the Beggar Clan leader fought valiantly, he appeared somewhat overwhelmed by Shi Feiyang's fierce onslaught.

Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship flowed like clouds and water, each move brimming with power and beauty. Seeing this, the Beggars' Sect disciples couldn't help but feel a pang of fear, yet they still charged towards Shi Feiyang relentlessly, attempting to break through his defenses.

At that moment, Shi Feiyang swung the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand, and a flash of cold light appeared. The Beggar Clan leader didn't even have time to react before a deep bloodstain appeared on his throat.

His eyes were wide open, filled with terror and resentment. He instinctively covered his throat with his hands, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, but all of this was in vain.

His body swayed a few times, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood quickly spreading beneath him and forming a pool. At the same time, another Beggar Clan leader, wielding nunchucks, unleashed a flurry of blows, performing a "Whirlwind Staff Dance," launching a fierce attack on Shi Feiyang. This man might not be familiar with the "Dog-Beating Staff Technique," but rather displayed a different kind of skill.

Shi Feiyang sneered and used his left hand to unleash the "Divine Dragon Claw Technique." A layer of golden light faintly appeared on his palm, the light resembling the sharp claw of a divine dragon, carrying destructive power.

His hand shot out swiftly, instantly grabbing one end of the nunchucks.

The Beggar Clan leader pulled hard, only to find that the nunchucks seemed to be firmly locked by an invisible force, unable to move an inch.

Shi Feiyang squeezed hard with his five fingers, and with a "crack", the nunchucks were instantly broken.

Before the Beggar Clan leader could react, Shi Feiyang's Heavenly Frost Blade was already slashing towards him. He hurriedly dodged to the side, but was still cut by the blade, blood streaming down his arm. Taking advantage of the situation, Shi Feiyang kicked him in the chest, sending the Beggar Clan leader flying backward, knocking down several Beggar Clan disciples before crashing heavily to the ground, instantly dying.

Shi Feiyang moved freely among the enemy ranks as if they were nothing.

Every move he made carried immense power, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies.

In this fierce battle, shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together, creating a deafening roar.

The ground was littered with wounded people, blood gushing out and staining the ground dark red, a scene of utter devastation.

Lan Xiaodie stood aside, watching Shi Feiyang's heroic figure in the battle, and couldn't help but stare in astonishment.

She was filled with shock, wondering to herself: How could Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship have become so formidable in such a short time compared to when he was at the "famous duck shop" in the capital? This change was truly unbelievable.

Immediately, her eyes searched anxiously around. Wait, where's Lu Hongye? Where are Yang Xue'er and Shi Xiong? They… how could they have vanished into thin air?

Lan Xiaodie felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't help but curse inwardly: This is really damn weird.

Little did she know that at that time, in the "famous duck shop" in the capital, Shi Feiyang was not lacking in martial arts skills, but rather shouldered the important task of stalling for time.

He needed to ensure that the Embroidered Uniform Guard would not discover that Liao Pei, Lie Quan, and other warlords were escorting Wu Zhong away from the capital to the south, so he did not exert his full strength.

At this moment, the situation had completely changed. Shi Feiyang no longer had any hostages to be taken hostage by the Beggars' Sect disciples. Despite being surrounded by numerous experts, he remained fearless, exuding an air of invincible arrogance.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of horses' hooves thundered, and Kang Fusheng, Xiang Yushan, Lü Yuan, and others arrived at the scene on tall horses at breakneck speed. Their arrival made the already tense atmosphere even more solemn.

Enemies meeting are filled with intense hatred, both sides brimming with murderous intent, and they no longer waste words on each other. At this critical moment of life and death, any words seem superfluous; only action can resolve the issue.

They all used their superb lightness skills to leap off their horses, like a flock of fierce eagles, swooping down on Shi Feiyang.

At the same time, the other Imperial Guards also quickly sprang into action, surrounding Shi Feiyang and Lan Xiaodie completely.

Such a spectacle is unprecedented in the martial arts world since the founding of the Ming Dynasty.

Three of the capital's top martial arts masters faced off against Shi Feiyang simultaneously, thus beginning an epic battle.

Kang Shengsheng took the initiative, his aura suddenly changing as he unleashed his terrifying "Fossil Divine Skill".

His skin gradually glowed with a bluish-gray light, as if he had instantly transformed into an incredibly hard stone statue, radiating a cold and heavy sense of oppression.

He swung his palms, unleashing the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and attacked Shi Feiyang. With each swing, the air was torn apart, making a "whooshing" sound, and even the air itself trembled.

Xiang Yushan was equally unyielding, his hands moving rapidly, wisps of azure energy swirling and surging within his palms—his signature technique, "Wind Pillar Skill." These azure wisps resembled nimble little dragons, intertwining and instantly forming a thick pillar of wind.

The column of wind, carrying immense power, roared towards Shi Feiyang. Wherever it passed, sand and gravel on the ground were instantly swept up and flew everywhere. Grass and trees were uprooted, and the entire earth trembled.

Lu Yuan snorted coldly, slightly raising his hands. A thin layer of white mist slowly spread from his palms, which was his "Frosty Palm". This white mist seemed gentle, but in fact it concealed a deadly killing intent. Wherever it went, the air was frozen, the temperature dropped sharply, and a thin layer of frost instantly formed on the ground.

Lu Yuan appeared like a ghost, quickly approaching Shi Feiyang. With each step he took, a faint trail of frost-covered footprints was left on the ground, telling of his coldness and ruthlessness.

Faced with the combined attack of the three masters, Shi Feiyang remained calm, snorted coldly, and quickly made a decision, sheathing his sword.

Instantly, his aura intensified, and he unleashed the ultimate technique of the "Divine Dragon Claw Skill"—"Seven Steps of the Dragon's Journey".

This unique skill is specifically designed to counter attacks from groups of skilled enemies.

Shi Feiyang's footwork was unpredictable and mysterious, each step accompanied by a powerful aura that even caused the ground to tremble. His figure moved like a beam of light through the enemy ranks, a dazzling display of skill. Every move he made carried the force of a thunderbolt.

As Shi Feiyang took his first step, the air around him was drawn in, forming a small vortex that converged towards him.

With the second step, his figure became even more indistinct, as elusive as a ghost.

On the third step, he suddenly shouted, his voice booming so loudly that it hurt the eardrums of those around him.

A faint golden light emanated from his right fist, resembling a dragon's claw, carrying destructive power as it hurtled towards Lü Yuan.

Lu Yuan felt an irresistible force rushing towards him, impossible to dodge. Like a kite with a broken string, he was sent flying several meters away by a single punch. He arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, and immediately fell unconscious, three of his ribs broken. Shi Feiyang took his fourth step forward, his gaze sharpening, able to discern every movement of his enemy.

As he took his fifth step, his figure moved like lightning, appearing in front of Xiang Yushan in an instant. Xiang Yushan stared wide-eyed in horror, trying to resist, but found that his movements had become unusually slow under the influence of Shi Feiyang's powerful aura.

Shi Feiyang stretched out his left hand and grabbed Xiang Yushan's arm, his five fingers gripping it tightly like steel clamps.

Xiang Yushan felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if his bones were being crushed.

Shi Feiyang pulled hard, and with a "crack," Xiang Yushan's arm was instantly broken. He let out a shrill scream, his body swaying precariously, before Shi Feiyang kicked him away, sending him crashing down several feet, breaking four of his ribs.

Seeing that things were going badly, the rehabilitation student was shocked. His once confident face was now filled with fear.

When Shi Feiyang took his sixth step, Kang Sheng could no longer suppress his fear and turned to flee.

Even while fleeing, he didn't forget to give an order from mid-air: "Imperial Guards, listen to my command! Fire arrows at Shi Feiyang and Lan Xiaodie!"

In an instant, countless arrows rained down on Shi Feiyang and Lan Xiaodie, their arrowheads gleaming coldly in the sunlight, carrying a deadly threat.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang was filled with rage and he channeled his Mingyu Gong to the ninth level.

Suddenly, the weather changed dramatically, the temperature plummeted, and large, fluffy snowflakes began to fall.

At the same time, a level twelve gale suddenly arose, howling and sweeping in, making the Imperial Guards and their horses unsteady and swaying from side to side.

The arrows, blown off course by the strong wind, failed to hit their targets.

Before long, the Imperial Guards and their horses were frozen solid by the cold snow and ice, unable to move.

Shi Feiyang turned around and hugged the now-frozen Lan Xiaodie, holding her tightly in his arms to keep her warm.

At the same time, he drew the Frostblade, its blade radiating a chilling aura, appearing even more formidable in the icy snow.

Shi Feiyang soared into the air like a bolt of lightning, his figure leaving a dazzling trail of light in the air.

He brandished the knife in his hand, drawing sharp arcs in a circular motion.

Suddenly, a continuous series of "crackling" sounds rang out all around, the sound of countless ice blocks shattering under the flash of the blade.

In this fierce battle, more than three thousand Imperial Guards and over nine hundred Beggar Clan disciples perished, all beheaded by Shi Feiyang's sharp blade. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing into crimson flowers on the pristine snow, a scene of extreme gore that sent chills down one's spine.

Shi Feiyang sheathed his sword in mid-air with clean, swift movements, without the slightest hesitation.

He held Lan Xiaodie tightly, unleashing his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," his figure moving like a wisp of green smoke as he sped towards Bozhou. He wanted to safely return Lan Xiaodie to the Five Poisons Sect's headquarters, hoping to influence her through this experience.

In this icy, snowy world, his figure gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving behind only desolation and bloodshed.

The rehabilitation patient, who had escaped three miles away, saw Shi Feiyang and Lan Xiaodie leave and quickly ran back.

When he saw the corpses and dead horses scattered all over the ground, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

He bent down, dug through the snow, and finally found the unconscious Lü Yuan and Xiang Yushan. Kang Sheng picked up Lü Yuan, carried Xiang Yushan on his back, and rushed back to the capital. From that day on, he never left the city gates of the capital again.

The sky is vast and boundless, like a piece of azure silk, gently spread between heaven and earth.

Lan Xiaodie lay quietly in Shi Feiyang's strong embrace. She tilted her head slightly and looked up at the ever-changing sky, a complex emotion that was hard to describe welling up in her heart.

At this moment, she clearly felt that Shi Feiyang was emitting wisps of white mist. The white mist was like an invisible barrier, gently yet firmly protecting her and Shi Feiyang from the invasion of the cold air currents at high altitude.

Lan Xiaodie couldn't help but marvel at the incredible power and subtlety of the Mingyu Skill, which far exceeded her expectations. Lan Xiaodie's thoughts were a jumbled mess.

On the one hand, she was filled with gratitude for Shi Feiyang's life-saving grace.

In that life-or-death situation, it was Shi Feiyang who stepped forward without hesitation, using his extraordinary martial arts skills and fearless courage to turn the tide and pull her back from the brink of death.

This kindness weighed heavily on her heart, like a boulder, making it impossible for her to ignore.

However, on the other hand, the shadow of her father's revenge loomed over her like a dark cloud, refusing to dissipate.

She knew that the hatred for her father's killer was irreconcilable, and the belief in revenge once burned like a raging fire in her heart.

But now, with more contact with Shi Feiyang, she feels that the path to revenge is becoming increasingly distant and confusing.

She was torn between these two extreme emotions. Every time she thought of her father’s tragic death, a look of pain and determination would flash in her eyes; but whenever she felt Shi Feiyang’s warmth and care, she couldn’t help but hesitate and fall into a deep contradiction.

At this moment, amidst the soft, cotton-like clouds, "Night Princess Jellyfish" Liu Tingting quietly concealed herself.

She was like a mysterious fairy, with a graceful figure and an exquisitely beautiful face.

When she saw Shi Feiyang carrying Lan Xiaodie in the distance, flying through the sky like a shooting star, she was filled with mixed emotions.

She and Shi Feiyang had a deeply unforgettable past. As husband and wife, they had experienced sweet love as well as fierce battles. Those memories, like a series of paintings, kept appearing in her mind.

Shi Feiyang played an indispensable role in her ability to cultivate into an immortal.

The superior bloodline bestowed upon her by Shi Feiyang was like an injection of powerful life force, allowing her to take a crucial step on the path of cultivation; and the ancient cultivation book that Shi Feiyang found in the Black Wind and Cold Land became the key for her to unlock the door to cultivation.

When she first became an immortal, Liu Tingting felt a great sense of relief, as she broke free from the shackles of the mortal world and gained unprecedented freedom.

However, as time went by, she gradually felt the loneliness of becoming an immortal.

It was a loneliness that penetrated to the bone, as if one were in endless darkness, with no one to accompany them and no one to confide in.

Seeing Shi Feiyang soaring through the clouds and mist, carrying a beautiful woman in his arms, a strong sense of jealousy welled up inside her. A hint of loneliness and envy flashed in her eyes; the wonderful times she had spent with Shi Feiyang were now just distant memories.

She couldn't help but recall the days they strolled together along mountain paths, admiring the moon and talking about love, her heart filled with nostalgia and reluctance.

But now, things have changed. Shi Feiyang has a new lover by his side, while she can only watch them drift further and further away from here in the clouds, her pain and helplessness growing stronger.

The intense jealousy in Liu Tingting's heart overwhelmed her reason like a surging tide.

Her once serene and fairy-like face was now twisted with jealousy.

With a flash, she swooped down from the sky like a black lightning bolt, her target Lan Xiaodie in Shi Feiyang's arms.

Her eyes were bloodshot, burning with raging fury, and she let out a sharp whistle that echoed across the empty sky, sending chills down one's spine.

Shi Feiyang felt a strong sense of oppression coming from above and was startled.

He instinctively hugged Lan Xiaodie tightly and unhesitatingly used the "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique.

In an instant, his body seemed to be filled with a massive boulder, and he and Lan Xiaodie plummeted from the sky like shooting stars.

Shi Feiyang had cultivated the Great Profound Scripture many times, and his own strength was extraordinary. He should not have been afraid of Liu Tingting's sudden attack.

After all, those who can successfully cultivate the Tai Xuan Scripture have already stepped into the realm of immortals with one foot in the door, possessing abilities beyond ordinary people.

However, his only worry at this moment was that Liu Tingting would kill Lan Xiaodie.

He knew that Liu Tingting was sometimes irrational and capable of anything.

(End of this chapter)