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

Chapter 236. A Heart of Sword and a Heart of Music: The Love and Hate Between Shi Feiyang and Gu Gela

Lin Wanqing was like a lotus blooming proudly amidst the raging flames of war, her figure light and composed, her expression calm and collected, exuding an innate elegance and fortitude.

At this moment, she unleashed her exquisite "Longevity Sword Technique." In an instant, sword flowers flashed, and cold light radiated, like stars falling to earth or frost and snow dancing in the sky. Each sword shadow contained boundless sharpness, cutting the air into fragments.

She, Lan Xiaodie, and her twelve sword maids were instantly drawn into a thrilling and life-or-death battle.

In the heat of battle, Lin Wanqing held her exquisitely beautiful son firmly and tightly in her left arm.

The little one was sleeping soundly, his face rosy like a ripe apple, his long eyelashes casting a soft shadow on his cheeks.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of weapons clashing rang out amidst the fighting. The little guy seemed to be startled by the sound, his little brows furrowed slightly, and his pink lips twitched as if he was about to cry.

Seeing this, Lin Wanqing, while using her right hand to parry the enemy's attacks with her sword, gently patted her son in her arms with her left hand and softly hummed an unknown lullaby: "Baby, don't be afraid, Mommy is here."

The voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying endless comforting power.

Perhaps sensing his mother's warmth and calmness, the little one slowly opened his eyes, his big, dark eyes curiously taking in the flashing sword shadows and fluttering clothes around him.

He stretched out his small, lotus-root-like hand, waved it a few times in the air, and then grabbed a strand of hair that was hanging down by Lin Wanqing's ear. He held it tightly in his little hand and gently tugged at it, making a clear "giggle" sound as he played a fun game with his mother.

Lin Wanqing looked down at her son, her eyes full of tenderness. That tender gaze was like the warm sun in spring, capable of melting all the ice and snow in the world.

She tilted her head slightly to make it more comfortable for her son to hold her, and said softly, "Baby, be good. After this battle, Mommy will play with you properly." The little guy seemed to understand his mother's words, and laughed even more happily. He even stretched out his chubby fingers and gently pinched Lin Wanqing's pretty face, leaving a light mark on his mother's face with his chubby little hands.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaodie's anger burned even more fiercely, like a raging fire.

Her eyebrows shot up like two sharp willow-leaf daggers, and her almond-shaped eyes widened as if they were about to spit fire. Her once beautiful face was now distorted and deformed by anger, like a flower ravaged by a storm, having lost its former gentleness.

Consumed by jealousy, she viciously ordered her twelve sword maids, "Hmph, take your hits on those two brats! I want to see how long those two women can hold out! Today, I'll show them what I'm capable of!"

Upon hearing this, the twelve sword maidens' swordsmanship instantly changed, their moves becoming increasingly ruthless, like a pack of hungry wolves, directly targeting Xiao Yuyan on Liu Guihua's back and the infant in Lin Wanqing's arms, their methods extremely vicious.

The longswords in their hands gleamed with a cold light, as if they were about to ruthlessly destroy all the beauty in the world.

Little Yu Yan and the baby seemed completely oblivious to the danger, still giggling and laughing, their eyes wide open as they watched the flashing sword shadows and flying whip tips, finding it all amusing and interesting.

Their laughter, seemingly out of place on this brutal battlefield, added a unique touch of innocence to the fight.

At this moment, a group of wrestlers swarmed around the disciples and horse team of the Xiong Ying Society like a surging tide.

Their upper bodies were bare, their muscles taut as if forged from steel, exuding a savage and violent aura.

They were menacing, determined to crush everything in their path to dust; the earth trembled slightly at the sound of their footsteps.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen's eyes were sharp as he snorted coldly: "Hmph, a bunch of ignorant fools! Don't you know where you are? How dare you provoke our Xiong Ying Society! Today is your death day!" With that, he unleashed his breathtaking "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill".

His figure moved with lightning speed, floating lightly in the air like a willow catkin dancing in the wind, or a wisp of smoke, making him elusive and unpredictable. His hands moved rapidly, like a phantom, and countless silken nets fell from the sky like snowflakes, precisely covering the wrestlers.

Once the wrestlers were caught in the net, they struggled desperately, but the net only tightened around them, like insects trapped in a spider web, only able to let out desperate screams.

Upon seeing this, the young page Shi Xiong's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, like a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky.

Holding a sharp blade, he cursed, "You sons of bitches, how dare you provoke the Xiong Ying Society! Today, we'll make sure you don't leave alive! The Xiong Ying Society walks the world relying on our passion and righteousness; how can we tolerate you villains running rampant!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the wrestlers who were caught in the net without hesitation. With a swift stroke of his knife, blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely bloody and intense.

In an instant, shouts of killing and screams of agony mingled together, echoing across the grassland and sending chills down one's spine.

The desert winds, like an enraged prehistoric beast, howled and swept in with bared fangs and claws.

The wind howled like thunder, making one's eardrums ache.

The yellow sand, carried by the fierce wind, danced wildly, turning the world into a hazy yellow, as if shrouded in a thick yellow curtain.

In this dim and oppressive atmosphere, Gong Simeng's face was solemn and frosty as she held her young son steadily in one arm.

The child, though bewildered, sensed the tension in his mother's arms, and curled up slightly.

Gong Simeng was carrying her daughter on her back, the daughter's little face pressed against her mother's back, her eyes filled with curiosity and unease.

Gong Simeng gripped the python whip tightly in her hand. The python whip swayed slightly in the gale, like a real python poised to strike, exuding a cold and chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing the yellow sand that filled the sky.

Bai Zhi was also carrying her son on her back. The little guy was on his mother's back, his hands tightly gripping her clothes.

Bai Zhi held a three-foot-long silver staff with thorns, the staff gleaming coldly in the dim light.

She stood side by side with Gong Simeng, and when they looked at each other, their eyes were filled with determination and resolve.

Gong Simeng parted her cherry lips slightly and shouted loudly, "Sisters, guard the grain carts! These grain carts are related to the livelihood of many people, and they are also the mission of our Xiong Ying Society to uphold justice. Anyone who dares to invade will be made to return without ever coming back, and let them know the power of our Xiong Ying Society!"

Bai Zhi echoed loudly, her voice clear yet carrying an undeniable authority: "That's right! We, the Xiong Ying Society, have always upheld the code of chivalry in our travels, and we will not tolerate such petty scoundrels! If one comes, we'll kill one; if two come, we'll kill both!"

After saying this, the two led the disciples of the Xiong Ying Society, forming an impregnable wall of steel, firmly guarding the "grain cart" behind them.

The two of them had taken elixirs that greatly increased their power, and their attacks were as fast as lightning.

Gong Simeng wielded the python whip, the tip of which drew arcs in the air, eliciting miserable screams from the enemies wherever it went.

The whip tip, like a venomous snake's tongue, lashed out at the enemy, leaving a deep, bloody welt.

Bai Zhi wielded her spiked silver staff, each strike carrying immense force, tearing flesh and splattering blood—a gruesome sight against the backdrop of the yellow sand. Not far away, Dugu Yan, the lord of the Famous Sword Manor, stood gaunt and emaciated, resembling a ghost.

His once handsome face was now twisted beyond recognition by the pain of losing his son, and he exuded a cold and desperate aura, as if he were a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell.

At this moment, he led a group of swordsmen driven by money, like a pack of hungry wolves, approaching Shi Feiyang step by step.

Among the group of swordsmen, Tangka and Ou Jing, from the Northern Sword Sect of Tianshan, were dressed in black, tight-fitting clothes that fluttered in the wind.

They were agile and nimble, like swift cheetahs, their longswords gleaming coldly, like shooting stars in the cold night, ready to drink blood and take lives at any moment.

Ling Lanzhi and Keke Xingzhi of the Southern Sword Sect of Tianshan were graceful, like willows in spring, yet the cold killing intent in their eyes sent chills down one's spine. The five of them spread out in a fan shape, surrounding Shi Feiyang. The five swords trembled slightly in the gale, emitting a buzzing sound, like a death knell from hell, as if announcing the coming brutal slaughter.

Dugu Yan gritted her teeth, her voice as if squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with endless resentment: "Shi Feiyang, today is your death day! You killed my son, and I will make you pay for this blood debt with your life! Tangka, Ou Jing, Ling Lanzhi, Keke Xingzhi, go! Tear him to pieces and avenge my son!" The four of them responded in unison, their voices sounding particularly shrill in the gale.

With a wave of their longswords, five sharp sword energies surged towards Shi Feiyang like five galloping dragons.

They unleashed the incredibly fierce "Eight Forms of Famous Swords," their sword moves as swift as lightning, flashing with cold light, leaving visible cracks in the air, as if the very space itself was being torn apart by their sharp sword energy.

At the same time, the profound and steady "Tianshan Sword Technique" was also incorporated into it. Each move was filled with powerful internal force, like a surging tide, aiming to completely crush Shi Feiyang under the vast yellow sand.

Faced with such a fierce and deadly attack, Shi Feiyang stood firm and calm, like a towering Mount Tai.

His expression was calm, and his eyes revealed an innate confidence and composure, as if everything in the world was under his control.

He slowly extended his right hand and grasped the hilt of the incredibly sharp Frost Blade at his waist. His movements were unhurried yet exuded a reassuring power.

The Frost Blade was drawn, its cold light radiating outwards, as if a bolt of lightning had instantly ripped through the gloomy, oppressive sky.

The cold, sharp glint of the blade seemed capable of mercilessly severing all evil in the world.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, his aura circulated throughout his body, and he pushed the Mingyu Gong to its limit.

In an instant, his body was enveloped in a faint halo of light, which was gentle yet exuded a powerful force.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the legendary Hundred Victories Blade Technique, mastering the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" move with unparalleled skill. With a swift turn, the Heavenly Frost Blade danced rapidly in his hand, its flashing light forming an impenetrable net of blades.

Within the net of blades, a golden dragon seemed to coil and dance, baring its fangs and claws, deflecting all five surging sword energies. Blades clashed, sparks flew, and a crisp yet deafening sound rang out, making the scene particularly breathtaking in the howling desert.

While Shi Feiyang used his exquisite swordsmanship to defend against the dense rain of swords, his left hand reached out like a ghost, unleashing the mighty Dragon Claw technique that had shaken the martial world. His left hand was like an indestructible steel clamp forged from black iron, carrying a powerful suction and explosive force, and swiftly and accurately grabbed at the wrists of the five swordsmen.

Each strike was as fast as lightning, leaving no time for the attacker to defend. They would only see a black shadow flash before their eyes, and then feel an irresistible force attacking their wrist.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang's eyes sharpened, as if they could pierce through layers of fog and pinpoint the cocoa apricot.

He parted his lips slightly and let out a cold snort at her. This snort seemed to come from the deepest part of the Netherworld, carrying endless chilling energy, and in this howling desert, it seemed to freeze the air instantly.

With that cold snort, the "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was activated in an instant. A cold and sharp light shot out from Shi Feiyang's eyes. This light was like a materialized blade, carrying a world-destroying momentum, and pierced straight into Coco Xingzhi's eyes.

Coco Xingzhi felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and instantly fell into an endless abyss of darkness.

A bone-chilling cold, like a ferocious beast, surged up from the soles of my feet and instantly spread throughout my body.

Her body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, as if every inch of her skin was being pierced by countless steel needles at the same time.

The once beautiful expression on her face was now replaced by extreme fear; her features were contorted, her mouth was wide open, and she let out a desperate scream.

The screams were shrill and long, echoing across the vast desert, sending chills down one's spine.

With that scream, Coco Xingzhi's body, like a building teetering on the brink of collapse in a powerful earthquake, instantly disintegrated into a pile of minced meat. Blood splattered like a fountain, the crimson blood spilling onto the golden sand, staining the surrounding ground a horrifying crimson.

Shi Feiyang's swift and deadly technique shocked everyone present, and a deep fear welled up in their hearts. Their eyes were filled with awe and apprehension as they looked at Shi Feiyang.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang flashed forward like a black lightning bolt ripped through the sky, rushing towards Ou Jing with lightning speed.

He unleashed the unparalleled "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens" move from the Divine Dragon Claw technique. His speed was so fast that it seemed to transcend the boundaries of time, dazzling the eye and making it impossible to catch a glimpse of him.

In a flash, he was already close to Ou Jing, his right hand like a cast iron clamp, firmly grasping Ou Jing's wrist.

Shi Feiyang applied a little force to his wrist, and a crisp, cruel "crack" was heard, like the sound of a tree branch breaking under the weight of a blizzard in the cold night. Ou Jing's wrist was twisted off.

Ou Jing let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the long sword he was holding fell to the ground with a clang. His face turned deathly pale from the pain, and cold sweat poured down his forehead and cheeks, soaking his clothes instantly.

Tangka and Ling Lanzhi were shocked to see this.

Ling Lanzhi's pretty face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, her eyes filled with endless fear, like a frightened rabbit.

Without a second thought, she hastily gripped her sword and dodged away, her figure as light as a wisp of smoke. In the blink of an eye, she was fleeing into the distance, fearing that she would be Shi Feiyang's next target.

Thangka also wanted to slip away while he was away.

However, Shi Feiyang was not about to let him off so easily.

Shi Feiyang sensed Tangka's intention, his body suddenly turning, his left hand drawing a strange arc in the air, like an extremely sharp iron hook, instantly gripping Tangka's shoulder. Tangka felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if a thousand steel needles were piercing into his bone marrow at the same time.

With a slight exertion, Shi Feiyang's five fingers seemed to be embedded in steel, and with a "crack," Tangka's shoulder blade was crushed.

Tangka screamed in agony, his body trembling uncontrollably, his facial muscles contorted and deformed from extreme pain, no longer recognizable. Just as he was slightly dazed and confused by the pain, a resolute glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, and he swung his sword horizontally.

The Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand carried an incomparably sharp killing intent, like a silver ribbon, drawing a dazzling arc in the air before instantly slicing through Thangka's neck. Thangka's head flew off in an instant, tracing a horrifying arc in the air, and blood gushed out from his neck like a raging fountain, splattering onto the yellow sand. The scene was extremely bloody, too gruesome to bear.

Dugu Yan witnessed all of this and was terrified. Her eyes were filled with fear and despair. Although the fire of hatred in her heart was still burning fiercely, it was overshadowed by her deep fear of Shi Feiyang.

His lips trembled as he cursed with all his might, "Shi Feiyang, you damned bastard! You deserve to die a horrible death! My son died so tragically, and today you've killed so many of my capable henchmen. I'll never forgive you for this blood debt!"

After cursing, he dared not linger for a moment. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and used his lightness skill to flee into the distance like a black phantom. His speed was so fast that it seemed as if countless evil spirits were chasing him.

Shi Feiyang remained calm, like a deep, still lake.

He slowly sheathed the Frost Blade, the crisp sound of it being sheathed being particularly clear in the otherwise quiet world.

His gaze was deep as he watched Dugu Yan's fleeing figure. His voice was clear and resonant, echoing in the air like a great bell: "Dugu Yan, your son has committed countless evil deeds, burning, killing, looting, and plundering, harming the people of this region. His actions are outrageous and he deserves to die. I, Shi Feiyang, have roamed the martial world for many years, relying solely on my righteous spirit. All my actions are for the peace and tranquility of the martial world. If you remain obstinate and continue your evil deeds, the tragic fate of these people today will be a true reflection of your own future!"

Having said that, Shi Feiyang stood tall and straight, like an ancient pine tree, and strode towards where Lan Xiaodie was.

Lan Xiaodie saw Shi Feiyang walking steadily towards her from afar.

His steady steps seemed to carry an endless sense of pressure, each step feeling as if it were treading on Lan Xiaodie's heart.

Lan Xiaodie was so frightened that her face turned pale. Her once beautiful face was now completely bloodless, as if it were a blank sheet of paper.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, filled with terror and despair.

Without a second thought, she quickly shouted, "Retreat!"

At the same time, she waved her hand, and a handful of poisonous mist needles shot towards Shi Feiyang like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

These poisonous fog needles gleamed eerily in the sunlight, emitting a pungent odor that made one want to vomit.

In the blink of an eye, the poisonous fog spread out, forming a thick cloud of smoke that enveloped her and the twelve sword maids.

Under the cover of the poisonous fog, Lan Xiaodie and the twelve sword maids flashed away, using their lightness skills to flee like a flock of startled birds, disappearing from Shi Feiyang's sight in the blink of an eye.

After repelling the Mongol cavalry and experiencing this thrilling and fierce battle, Shi Feiyang and his group once again embarked on a long new journey.

The desert winds and sandstorms continued to rage, the road ahead was uncertain, and countless unknown challenges and dangers lay hidden within, but Shi Feiyang's gaze grew ever more resolute. The vast, boundless grassland, like an endless green ocean, stretched freely beneath their feet, stretching to the horizon.

In the distance, the azure sky, as clear as a jewel, and the lush green grassland blend perfectly at the edge of the world, creating a magnificent yet mysterious landscape that seems to contain countless unknown variables and challenges.

Shi Feiyang sat steadily on the horse's back, his posture upright and straight, like an ancient pine tree or a majestic mountain peak. No matter how the strong wind on the grassland swept across it like a sharp blade, it could not make his body sway in the slightest.

His gaze was deep and resolute, as if it could pierce through the vast grassland and reveal the secrets hidden in the far reaches of the world.

At this moment, he slowly turned his head, his expression calm and solemn, and looked at Liao Pei and Gong Simeng. His voice was clear yet authoritative as he said, "Elder Liao, Madam, you two must immediately lead the disciples of the Xiong Ying Society to find a flat, open, and lush place to set up camp. This matter concerns the safety and rest of many brothers and sisters. There are many complicated and trivial matters, so you must arrange everything properly and without the slightest carelessness. As people of the martial world, we bear the responsibility of upholding justice and chivalry. Here, we must also demonstrate the style and rules of the Xiong Ying Society."

Upon hearing this, Liao Pei's expression immediately turned solemn. He clasped his hands together and said loudly, "Rest assured, Grand Master, we will do our utmost and risk our lives to live up to your expectations! The brothers of the Xiong Ying Society have always worked together and will definitely set up the camp in an orderly manner."

Gong Simeng then parted her lips slightly, her voice gentle yet full of concern: "My lord, the journey is fraught with danger, so please be careful and cautious in everything you do. My brothers and I are here waiting for your safe return."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. He then turned and led Xie Wen, Shi Xiong, and Shan Zhi, spurring their horses towards the Lindan tribe. The sound of hooves echoed across the vast grassland like rapid drumbeats.

After traveling for a while, Xie Wen suddenly leaped off his horse and unleashed his unparalleled and amazing "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill".

In an instant, his figure became light and ethereal, like a willow catkin gently lifted by a breeze, drifting leisurely in the air, or like a wisp of smoke drifting away with the wind, seemingly there and not there.

He was seen rapidly moving through the air above the grassland, his movements agile, speeding towards the Lindan tribe at a speed like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Before long, Xie Wen returned like a black lightning bolt and reported to Shi Feiyang: "Chief, the message has been successfully transmitted to the tribe. They know that we are about to visit and are eagerly awaiting our arrival."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his expression calm, and then instructed Shan Zhi: "Brother Shan, pull that carriage and load it with some money, food and supplies. This trip to the Lindan tribe is to show the sincerity of our Xiong Ying Society in forming an alliance. Consider this a small gift to them. We travel the world and make many friends, so that we can work together in the future to maintain peace in the martial world."

Shan Zhi responded and quickly and efficiently carried out the order.

The four of them drove the carriage and continued on their way.

Before even reaching the tribe, one could see billowing dust ahead, like a black tide rising from the horizon.

A group of grassland men dressed in colorful costumes embroidered with exquisite and intricate patterns rode on tall horses at breakneck speed to greet us.

They were menacing, like a surging torrent, the sound of their hooves making the earth tremble slightly.

The leader, with a beaming smile, shouted from afar, "Is the one who has arrived the renowned and powerful leader of the Xiong Ying Society, Master Shi Feiyang? We have been waiting here for a long time, and we have finally welcomed the great master!"

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang bowed slightly, his expression humble and gentle, and said, "It is indeed I. I have come here without warning and have disturbed your tribe. I have come here only to enhance our friendship and work together to achieve peace in the martial world."

The man quickly waved his hand and replied with a smile, "What are you saying, Master Shi! Your reputation is already widely known and has spread far and wide. It is a great honor for us to have you enter our territory today. Please come in, please come in! Everyone in our territory has long admired you, Master Shi."

The group walked together toward the tribe. As they entered the tribe, they saw tents standing in a neat and orderly fashion, each tent like a giant flower blooming on the grassland, swaying gently in the breeze.

Wisps of smoke rise gracefully from the chimneys, dancing lightly in the breeze, adding a touch of tranquil, rustic charm to the village.

Upon hearing of Shi Feiyang's arrival, men, women, and children of all ages in the tribe filed out of their tents and surrounded him.

The crowd's eyes were filled with curiosity and respect, their gazes like twinkling starlight converging on Shi Feiyang and his companions, as if they were heroes descended from the heavens. The tribal chief, Dang Xin, was a robust and imposing figure, like a towering mountain. His full beard added to his rugged and heroic air, making him a seasoned and awe-inspiring warrior.

He personally came out of the tent to greet him, striding forward and extending his large, calloused hands to firmly grasp Shi Feiyang's hand. His voice was loud and clear, resounding all around: "Great Hero Shi, I have long admired your name, and it is like drinking fine wine. It is truly a blessing for our tribe to see you in person today! Your arrival will surely bring new vitality and hope to our tribe."

Shi Feiyang smiled and replied, "Chief, you are too kind. I am but a wanderer of the martial world, roaming the world seeking only peace and justice. I am deeply grateful for the hospitality of your tribe. If there is anything I may need in the future, I will do my utmost to help."

At this moment, Dangxin's son, Lilak, was agile and nimble, like a galloping horse on the grassland, full of vitality.

He stepped forward, bowed to Shi Feiyang with eyes full of admiration, and said, "I am Lilak, and I greet you, Master Shi. I have long heard of your heroic deeds, and it is truly an honor to meet you today."

Dang Xin's daughter, Gu Ge La, was eighteen years old, in the prime of her youth. Her sweet and captivating beauty resembled a vibrant flower blooming on the grasslands, bright and dazzling. Wearing long riding boots, she accentuated her graceful figure, her long, straight legs appearing even more alluring against the backdrop of her grassland attire. She bowed slightly to Shi Fei Yang, her eyes revealing both respect for this young hero from the Central Plains and a hint of curiosity and goodwill, softly saying, "This humble woman, Gu Ge La, greets Great Hero Shi."

After all, Shi Feiyang's heroic deeds in Liaodong a few years ago had already reached the distant Lindan tribe like a spring breeze, inspiring countless people to admire and respect him.

Shi Feiyang looked solemn, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and showed humility in his demeanor. He then nodded slightly, his calm and composed appearance as reassuring as Mount Tai.

The group filed into the tent, where they found the interior decorated in a unique grassland style, full of exotic charm.

Colorful animal hides hung all around, embroidered with mysterious and ancient totems. In the flickering candlelight, the totems seemed to come alive, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, telling the legendary stories of the tribe's past.

A huge, long table was placed in the center of the tent, laden with an extremely lavish feast. The whole roasted lamb was golden brown all over, as if it had been gilded by the sunlight. The skin was so crispy that it seemed to sizzle at the slightest touch, and the fat sizzled merrily in the residual heat of the charcoal fire. The enticing aroma was like an invisible hand, instantly captivating everyone's taste buds.

The fine wine was served in an exquisite leather bag, its aroma filling the air like a gentle breeze, permeating the entire tent and infusing the air with a subtle intoxication. The ground was covered with thick wool felt, soft and warm, making one feel as if stepping into a soft cloud, as if in a tranquil and comfortable little world.

Following the strict and traditional etiquette of the grasslands, everyone sat orderly around the long table, with the most honored person sitting at the head of the table and the rest arranged in descending order, all in perfect order.

The warriors of the tribe wore leather armor trimmed with gold, which gleamed coldly in the candlelight. Sharp curved swords hung at their waists, their blades gleaming coldly, as if ready to drink blood at any moment.

Their expressions were bold and their eyes revealed fearless courage, showcasing the heroic spirit of the grassland men.

The women wore brightly colored robes that fluttered gently in the wind, like blooming flowers.

They wore exquisite headdresses, the jewels and jade on them clattering together to produce a clear and melodious sound.

The women smiled and spoke softly, adding a touch of gentleness and warmth to the camp.

Everyone enjoyed the delicious food while chatting animatedly. Laughter and cheerful voices filled the tent, creating a joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

Gugra wore a bright red robe, embroidered with snow-white clouds and galloping horses, all vividly depicted.

A belt inlaid with dazzling gemstones was tied around her waist, which resembled a galaxy in the night sky, further accentuating her graceful figure, making her look like a beautiful flower blooming on the grassland.

She sat in the corner of the tent, her gaze following Shi Feiyang like a magnet from the moment he stepped into the tent, never leaving him for a moment.

On this vast grassland, men are mostly considered to be handsome and unrestrained. People as handsome and elegant as Shi Feiyang are truly rare, like phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Over the years, Gugla had heard countless stories of Shi Feiyang's heroic deeds, and his heart was filled with deep admiration and intense curiosity for him.

Upon seeing Shi Feiyang today, her heart was captivated by his upright and pine-like figure, his deep and unfathomable eyes, and his gentle and warm smile. It was as if a little deer was happily running wild in her heart.

Her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her dress, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force. She thought to herself: In this turbulent world, to meet a man so brave and handsome is truly a blessing from heaven. Shi Feiyang is the kind of peerless hero I've always longed for and admired.

Leader Dangxin was tall and strong, like a towering mountain, with an imposing presence.

He strode to the table, reached out and steadily lifted a jar of fine wine, which seemed as light as a feather in his hand.

He raised the wine jar high and said in a booming voice, "Today, Master Shi has traveled thousands of miles to grace our tribe with his presence. This is truly an unparalleled honor for our tribe! Come, everyone, let's drink this fine wine to celebrate Master Shi's arrival. May Master Shi have a smooth stay in our tribe, just like an eagle soaring freely in the sky!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, his movements swift and decisive, showing the boldness of a man from the grasslands.

Everyone responded enthusiastically, raised their glasses, and downed the wine in one gulp.

In an instant, the camp was filled with the aroma of wine, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively. The enthusiasm of the crowd seemed to be enough to overturn the entire camp.

Shi Feiyang stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree. Following the bold and generous etiquette of the grasslands, he clasped his hands in a fist and said loudly, "I am deeply grateful for the chief's hospitality. I will remember it forever. If there is ever any need for me in the future, I will go through fire and water to do my best to live up to the chief's kindness. My Xiong Ying Society has always taken chivalry and justice as its mission. We are willing to join hands with your tribe to create peace together."

However, during the meal, Shi Feiyang's eyes were sharp, like the brightest star in the night sky, keenly noticing the strangeness of the tribesmen.

Although everyone wore smiles, a hint of unease lurked beneath, like undercurrents buoyed by a calm lake, ready to unleash a storm at any moment. Xie Wen leaned closer to Shi Feiyang, lowering his voice as if afraid of being overheard, and said, "Chief, in my opinion, there seems to be something hidden within this tribe, undercurrents surging, and it may be fraught with peril. We must be on guard. We are in a foreign land, and must be cautious at all times."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, a hint of alertness flashing in his eyes, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky, vigilantly scrutinizing his surroundings, not missing a single detail.

At that moment, a wrestler with a burly build and a physique as strong as an ancient behemoth suddenly stood up. He was over eight feet tall, his muscles bulging like rocks, as hard as steel, like a towering mountain, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

His face was resolute and stern, his eyes revealing an indomitable will and a challenging spirit. He clasped his hands in a fist and said loudly, "Master Shi, I have long admired your superb martial arts and your far-reaching fame. Although I am of limited talent and my martial arts are rudimentary, I am eager to exchange a few blows with you to broaden my horizons. I hope you will not hesitate to teach me! It would be my honor to receive your guidance."

Shi Feiyang smiled, a smile as warm and gentle as the spring sun. He stood up calmly and replied, "Since you have such an interest, I will gladly oblige. However, let's stop here and make friends through martial arts. We must not damage our harmony. The martial world is inherently fraught with conflict, and it is a rare opportunity for us to exchange ideas."

(End of this chapter)