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

Chapter 243. Heroic Warrior Aids Lin Dan, Princess's Affection Flutters.

After the celebratory feast, the remaining horse meat was piled up like a mountain, emitting a rich aroma.

Following Shi Feiyang's instructions, everyone methodically prepared the food into dry rations.

Their skills were superb; some held sharp short blades and sliced ​​the horse meat into paper-thin slices with fluid movements; others used their rough hands to rub the horse meat with salt, their focused expressions as if they were performing a sacred ritual.

Afterwards, everyone hung the prepared horse meat outside the tents to dry. Under the sunlight, the horse meat gleamed with an enticing sheen.

Shi Feiyang strode over with his hands behind his back, his posture upright, like a majestic mountain peak.

He took out the magical deerskin bag again. The bag looked ordinary, but it actually contained a hidden secret.

The bag's texture resembles the trajectory of stars, mysterious and profound. It feels warm to the touch, as if it has a life of its own, whispering the secrets of time.

Shi Feiyang packed the dry rations into the bag one by one. The deerskin bag seemed like a bottomless pit, never able to be filled, as if it contained endless magical power. He thought to himself, "This deerskin bag is an ancient treasure. Although it has been through the ages, it can still hold all things. In the future, when we travel the world, it will be our reliance, ensuring that we have enough to eat and wear."

At this critical moment, the Lindan tribe was struck by a devastating disaster. The Ordos and Khorchin tribes, all allied and with overwhelming power, pressed down on the Lindan tribe like a surging tide. The tribal camps were reduced to ashes in the raging fire, the people were displaced, their cries echoing through the heavens, and they were plunged into a desperate situation of life and death.

As the princess of the Lindan tribe, Gugra was extremely anxious. She knew that Shi Feiyang was highly skilled in martial arts and resourceful, and was the hope of the tribe.

Although she had proposed to Shi Feiyang many times before, only to be rejected each time, leaving her with lingering shyness and disappointment, she now cast aside everything for the sake of her tribe, fighting her way through the enemy lines. Wielding a long sword, its blade riddled with nicks, she charged left and right through the enemy ranks, the blade flashing, blood splattering everywhere.

Her armor was stained crimson with the enemy's blood, making it impossible to tell whether it was the enemy's or her own.

Her hair was disheveled, sweat and blood mingled and slid down her cheeks, and her eyes revealed determination and resolve.

Finally, relying on the power of the "Bai Family Sword Technique" and with the assistance of her maid, she successfully broke through the encirclement under the cover of arrows raining down on the enemy troops from the castle, and rode her horse toward the camp of the Xiong Ying Society.

Gugra rode his horse to the camp of the Xiong Ying Society, dismounted, and knelt on one knee.

She was wearing blood-stained armor, the blood on which had dried and turned a dark red, exuding a bloody stench.

Her face was tired and haggard, her eyes bloodshot, and her lips chapped and peeling. But her expression was sincere, and there was a hint of expectation in her eyes. She said, "Hero Shi, my Lin Dan tribe is now in imminent danger. The people have been slaughtered, our camps have been burned, and the cries of the old, weak, women, and children are deafening. Hero Shi, your reputation is far-reaching, and you have a chivalrous heart. Gu Gela begs you to lend a helping hand and save my tribe from this dire situation."

As she spoke, her chest heaved violently, and her breathing became slightly rapid, clearly indicating that she had gone through a difficult struggle.

Shi Feiyang frowned slightly, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes. He reached out and gently helped Gu Ge up, saying, "Princess, please rise. Although I, Shi Feiyang, am just a commoner, I know the greater good. I cannot bear to see innocent people suffer, and in such a time of crisis, I should step forward."

Gugra raised her head, a hint of surprise and emotion flashing in her beautiful eyes as she gazed at Shi Feiyang, her heart rippled with emotion.

She recalled how she had confessed her feelings to Shi Feiyang many times before, only to be rejected each time, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

Looking at the many beautiful women surrounding Shi Feiyang, she was filled with envy and jealousy.

At this moment, she said softly, "Master Shi, I hope you will forgive my previous rudeness. But my tribe is in dire straits. I really don't know what to do. I only hope that you will consider the people and send troops to save my tribe as soon as possible."

Her voice was slightly choked, and there were faint tears glistening in her eyes. Her pitiful appearance made people feel sorry for her.

Shi Feiyang was a chivalrous and righteous man. Considering the greater good of the world and admiring Gugra's sense of responsibility towards the tribe, he resolutely decided to lend a helping hand. He turned around and slowly took out the Vermilion Bird and the White Tiger from a mysterious deerskin bag at his waist.

The Vermilion Bird was enormous, its feathers as vibrant as flames, each one shimmering with dazzling light. Its wingspan was over ten feet, seemingly capable of blotting out the sky. Its eyes shone like rubies, radiating both agility and majesty. Its cry was high-pitched, like a resounding bell, echoing across the heavens, as if capable of dispelling all the gloom in the world.

The white tiger is pure white, its fur as smooth as silk, its muscles flowing and exuding power. The king-shaped marking on its forehead seems naturally formed, radiating an aura of royalty. Its eyes, like emerald gems, are deep and mysterious, and it stands there majestically, inspiring awe in all who behold it.

Gugra stared wide-eyed at the majestic Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, as if frozen in place, completely dumbfounded.

Her lips trembled slightly, her eyes filled with shock and awe. She had never seen such a divine and auspicious beast before, and for a moment she was speechless.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses and murmured, "Such a divine creature exists in this world... Master Shi, this... this is truly a blessing from heaven for my Lindan tribe." Her voice trembled slightly, filled with both amazement at the auspicious beast and a glimmer of hope for the tribe's salvation.

Lin Wanqing stepped forward gracefully, her figure as slender as a willow swaying in the breeze.

Her expression was gentle, her eyes filled with concern, as she softly said to Gugla, "Princess, do not be alarmed. Look at this Vermilion Bird; its feathers resemble blazing flames, each one containing unfathomable power. With a single flap of its wings, it can soar straight to the heavens, like the blazing sun illuminating the darkness of the world. And look at the White Tiger; its body is as white as jade, pure and flawless, the king-character marking on its forehead displaying its regal aura. Its power is boundless, enough to deter all villains. They are both auspicious beasts that protect the world. With the help of these divine creatures, Princess, you can rest assured."

The voice was soft, like a spring breeze, gently brushing against Gugla's heart.

Upon hearing this, Gugra's initially shocked expression gradually softened, turning into surprise and anticipation.

She nodded slightly, her eyes gleaming, and looked at the Vermilion Bird and the White Tiger, murmuring to herself, "Such divine creatures are truly a blessing to my Lin Dan tribe."

After saying that, she couldn't help but look at Shi Feiyang again, her eyes full of gratitude and admiration. She thought to herself, "With such a divine object and such a chivalrous heart, Master Shi is truly a rare hero in this world."

Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed slightly, and the love in her heart grew even stronger.

Shi Feiyang handed the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger to Gong Simeng, his expression solemn, his eyes full of trust. He said, "Madam, these Vermilion Bird and White Tiger have long been under your careful care. They are exceptionally intelligent and closest to you, as if they understand each other perfectly. Now the situation is critical, and the Lindan tribe is in imminent danger. I need you to ride the Vermilion Bird, carrying Princess Gugra, Baizhi, and Xiao Lingling, to the Lindan tribe's capital to assist in defending the city. Once our Xiong Ying Society army arrives, we can coordinate an attack from within and without to defeat the combined forces of Ordos and Khorchin. As for the two children, I entrust them to Wanqing and White Tiger. I have complete confidence in their care." His words were earnest, revealing his complete trust and reliance on his wife.

Gong Simeng looked up at her husband, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tender affection. She said softly, "Rest assured, my husband, I will do my utmost and live up to your expectations. These auspicious beasts are incredibly powerful; with their protection, we will surely ensure everyone's safe arrival and safeguard the city. My husband, please be extra careful in your planning and actions from the rear." Her voice was gentle yet firm, reassuring her.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly and said with concern, "Be careful on the journey, and always be cautious. We will arrive soon and meet up with you." Gong Simeng nodded gently, then led everyone to organize their belongings in an orderly manner and resolutely embarked on their journey to the Lindan tribe.

Gugra was filled with gratitude, and at the same time, he felt a growing fondness for Shi Feiyang.

The heroes of Xiong Ying were all eager and excited, their blood boiling, and they all longed to rush to the battlefield and show their skills.

So they all urged Shi Feiyang to lead the group to set off. "Chief, let's hurry up and leave, don't let those thieves look down on our Xiong Ying Society!" someone shouted, his voice full of urgency and excitement.

Shi Feiyang, always calm and cautious, smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and slowly said, "The art of war is very different from the one-on-one battles of the martial world. No matter how strong one person is, if the plan is not well-thought out, it can exhaust thousands of soldiers. Therefore, we need to plan carefully. Come, brothers, sit down and let's discuss how to help the Lindan tribe defeat the allied forces of Ordos and Khorchin. Moreover, we only have a little over three thousand soldiers. If we fight the enemy head-on, we will definitely suffer losses."

Shi Feiyang's voice was calm and steady, yet it carried a convincing power.

Upon hearing this, the heroes gathered around Shi Feiyang.

Liao Pei, an elder of the Xiong Ying Society and a master of Tongbei Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts), spoke first. His eyes were bright and his expression was resolute. He clenched his fists and waved them in the air, saying, "In my opinion, we should first send a team of elite soldiers to infiltrate the enemy camp at night. With our martial arts skills, we will surely be able to disrupt their morale. Once the enemy is in a panic, we can then seize the opportunity to strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was loud and full of confidence.

Lie Quan, known as "Qiankun Blade," stroked his beard and pondered for a moment before saying, "Elder Liao's words are good, but the enemy camp is heavily guarded, so it may be difficult to succeed. I think we can set up an ambush at a key point, wait for the enemy to pass by, and then take them by surprise."

As he spoke, he gestured in the air with his hands to indicate the ambush location, his expression focused.

Wu Zhong, nicknamed "Iron Palm," was straightforward. He slapped his thigh and shouted, "Why go through all this trouble? Let's just charge straight in! With our martial arts skills, are we afraid of those cowards? My Iron Palm will surely crush them!"

As he spoke, he stood up, clenched his fists to show his strength, and his face was full of pride and ambition.

Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer," shook his head and calmly said, "Brother Wu, the enemy is powerful, and a direct confrontation is not a good strategy. I think we can leverage the strengths of our Divine Archer Battalion to suppress the enemy from a distance with powerful bows and crossbows, creating opportunities for our army. The brothers of our Divine Archer Battalion are highly skilled archers, which will surely make the enemy wary."

As he spoke, he gestured as if drawing a bow and shooting an arrow, his eyes radiating confidence.

"Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi frowned slightly and pondered, "What Hall Master Miao said makes sense, but the enemy will definitely be on guard. Perhaps we can send someone with excellent lightness skills to infiltrate the enemy's rear and raid their supplies, cutting off their resupply. In this way, the enemy will fall into chaos without a fight."

As he spoke, he drew the layout of the enemy camp on the ground with his finger, analyzing the route for the sneak attack.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, his eyes sharp, slowly said, "What you all say has merit. In my opinion, we should first send people to scout out the enemy's strength and weaknesses, find out their troop deployment and where their supplies are stored, and then formulate a detailed plan to ensure success. My Flying Eagle Hall has many eyes and ears, and we are sure to find out useful information." He crossed his arms, looking confident.

The young page boy, Shi Xiong, blinked and whispered, "I was thinking, could we find some local herders to guide us? Maybe we can find the enemy's weak points. Those herders are familiar with the terrain and might be of great help."

As he spoke, he looked at everyone with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

At this moment, Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, Liu Guihua, Bai Zhi, and the other women of the Shi family had already noticed Gu Gela's deep affection for Shi Feiyang.

Gong Simeng gently took Lin Wanqing's hand and said with a smile, "Sister, look at Princess Gugra, she is so deeply in love with her husband."

Lin Wanqing nodded slightly and replied with a smile, "Yes, Princess Gugra is straightforward and cares deeply about her tribe. It would be a wonderful story if she and my husband could join hands." Liu Guihua chimed in, "Moreover, the Lindan tribe is quite powerful. If they could become in-laws with our Xiong Ying Society, we would have an extra source of support in the martial world in the future."

Bai Zhi smiled softly, "Sisters are right. We also hope that our husband can have a virtuous wife so that we can all work together to devise strategies for the Xiong Ying Association."

The ladies were delighted, hoping that Shi Feiyang could marry Princess Gugra so that they would have another sister and that Xiong Ying would have another good ally like the Lindan tribe in the world.

Shi Feiyang listened quietly to the various opinions expressed by the assembled heroes. After they finished speaking, he gently shook his head, but his face still wore that gentle, warm smile. He rose, took Gugra's hand, and pulled her into his arms. His gaze was deep, as if he could see through everything in the world, and he slowly said, "The essence of military strategy lies in the word 'deception.' What you brothers have said is all quite insightful. However, in my opinion, the 'besieging Wei to rescue Zhao' strategy is the most brilliant and effective way to relieve the siege of the Lindan tribe's capital. If we tie dry branches to the tails of our horses and gallop away, we can certainly raise dust and create the illusion of a vast army, making it seem like we are launching a strong attack on the Ordos tribe's capital. When Hahatu hears this news, how can he not be terrified? How can he not be frightened? He will surely send troops to reinforce the capital. In this way, the siege of the Lindan tribe's capital can be lifted without a fight."

Shi Feiyang's voice was steady and powerful, each word like a reassuring pill, making everyone feel enlightened.

"Wonderful!" Upon hearing this, the heroes were first taken aback, then their eyes shone brightly as they suddenly realized the truth.

Everyone burst into laughter, their hearty and unrestrained laughter echoing throughout the camp.

Their faces were full of admiration, and they all gave Shi Feiyang a thumbs up in praise: "Chief, your insight is brilliant! We admire you to the core! With this plan, the enemy will be thrown into chaos, and we will have no reason to worry about defeating you!"

Shi Feiyang's sharp gaze swept over the assembled heroes. Seeing that they had all reached a consensus, his expression was calm and decisive, like a general strategizing from behind the scenes. He resolutely said, "Good! The plan now is for Elder Liao to lead his troops in disguise, feigning a large and imposing army, and march straight towards the capital of Ordos. Remember, you must arrive before sunset tomorrow; this is the best opportunity. Our forces are limited, and after sunset, the darkness will be perfect for concealing our movements. I, along with Shi Xiong and Shan Zhi, will head to Warburg, the grain depot of the Khorchin tribe, and stealthily move the money, provisions, and weapons from Warburg. Once the Khorchin tribe hears this news, their morale will be thrown into chaos, their formation will crumble, and they will have no choice but to retreat. In this way, the siege of the Lindan tribe can be completely lifted."

His voice was clear and powerful, like the ringing of a great bell, echoing in everyone's ears. Every word he spoke revealed his strategy and wisdom.

Everyone was thrilled and eager to try their hand at it.

"Hahahaha!" Upon hearing this plan, the heroes found it novel and interesting, and secretly admired Shi Feiyang's resourcefulness. They all burst into laughter.

Laughter echoed through the camp, brimming with confidence and pride, as if victory was already in sight.

Immediately, the heroes and the three thousand disciples of the Xiong Ying Society sprang into action, each making their own preparations.

In an instant, the camp was bustling with activity, people coming and going in an orderly fashion. Some were organizing their weapons, polishing them until they gleamed; others were preparing rations, packing them neatly; still others were feeding the horses, soothing their warhorses.

After listening quietly to Shi Feiyang's ingenious plan, Gugla felt an overwhelming surge of admiration for Shi Feiyang.

She couldn't help but nestle gently in Shi Feiyang's arms, feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat, as if she had found the most solid support in the world, and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with admiration and longing, and her cheeks were slightly flushed, as beautiful as peach blossoms in spring.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled into a gentle smile as he gently helped Gu Ge turn around. His gaze was soft yet firm as he said in a low voice, "Princess, the ladies and Sister Xiao are all ready. You should quickly ride the Vermilion Bird back to your capital. If my plan is implemented properly, the siege of your capital will be easily lifted. Later, I will definitely go to the palace to meet with you, Princess."

His voice was deep and magnetic, as if it possessed a reassuring magic.

Gugra raised his head and gazed into Shi Feiyang's eyes, which were filled with tears of excitement and reluctance. The tears shimmered in the moonlight, like brilliant stars.

She nodded gently, biting her lower lip lightly, as if trying to suppress her reluctance.

She then turned around and, with light yet slightly heavy steps, walked towards the Vermilion Bird Pavilion with Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Xiao Lingling.
The Vermilion Bird was enormous, its feathers as vibrant as flames, shimmering with a mysterious luster under the moonlight.

It stood tall and majestic, its wings trembling slightly, as if it couldn't wait to soar into the sky. Gugla and the others came to the Vermilion Bird's side, and the Vermilion Bird obediently lowered its head, allowing them to leap onto its back.

Gugla sat down steadily, glanced back at Shi Feiyang one last time, his eyes full of longing and expectation.

Immediately afterwards, the Vermilion Bird let out a long cry, a cry that was high-pitched and passionate, like the sound of a great bell, resounding throughout the sky.

With a flap of its wings, it created a powerful whirlwind that swept up sand, stones, grass, and trees from the ground.

Then, the Vermilion Bird carried them and slowly spread its wings to fly away.

Under the moonlight, Zhuque's figure gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing into the vast night, leaving only Shi Feiyang gazing at the sky, standing there for a long time, silently praying for their safe journey.

After Liao Peiye and his group left, Shi Feiyang's expression softened, like the warm spring sun. He summoned Shi Xiong and Shan Zhi and gently instructed them to stay, along with Baihu, to accompany and protect Lin Wanqing, Liu Guihua, Xiaoyuyan, and the other children.

Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua were filled with worry when they heard that Shi Feiyang was going to act alone, their eyes showing concern and unease.

Their brows furrowed slightly, their lips pursed, as if they had a thousand words to say but didn't know where to begin.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang smiled slightly, a warm and reassuring smile, and said softly, "My ladies, do not worry. I am only going to set a fire, not to fight them head-on. What is there to be afraid of? You just need to take good care of the children and wait for my safe return. When I return, our family will enjoy the happiness of family life again."

Having said that, he used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," and his figure instantly became incredibly light, like a feather, merging into the air and drifting towards Warburg.

His figure was graceful and elegant, like that of a celestial being, his robes fluttering, leaving a beautiful afterimage in the moonlight.

As we approached Warburg, night had fallen, and the moonlight, like water, bathed the earth, draping the whole world in a silver veil.

Shi Feiyang flashed, like an elf in the night, disappearing into the shadows.

His keen eyes instantly spotted four night travelers quietly approaching the fortress.

The four figures were ghostly and agile, like phantoms in the night. Each step they took was extremely light and made almost no sound.

Suddenly, the fortress gates burst open with a dull thud that pierced the still night air, shattering the tranquility of the night.

As night deepened, a red figure, fluttering in the night wind, resembled a blooming flame, appearing exceptionally vibrant and eye-catching.

The red figure exuded a mysterious aura, arousing curiosity in everyone.

Shi Feiyang's heart stirred, and his curiosity was piqued. He immediately used his light-footed skill to hide on the top of the fortress tower, ready to find out what was going on.

He moved with the lightness of a leaf, landing silently on the fortress tower. His clothes fluttered in the moonlight, which outlined his handsome and tall figure, making him look like a jade tree standing in the wind, exuding elegance and grace.

Shi Feiyang stood like a serene statue, steadily lurking atop the fortress tower.

The surrounding night was deep, but his gaze was like lightning, as if it could pierce through the darkness, keeping a close eye on every move below.

He pondered to himself, who exactly was this mysterious red figure, that it could appear in the depths of the desert, and what intricate connection it had with these four sneaky night travelers?
In an instant, suspense arose, and the tense atmosphere was like an invisible yet resilient net, spreading out from all directions and completely enveloping the entire Warburg, making it hard to breathe.

This mysterious red figure is none other than the Blood Rakshasa, a fearsome creature from the southern border of the Tianshan Mountains.

Her red hair, like a raging flame, danced wildly in the night wind, as if to ignite the dark night sky; her skin was crimson like blood, radiating an eerie and unique luster, as if soaked in blood for a long time, exuding a chilling aura; in her hand, a red whip, like a nimble crimson serpent, coiled and slithered around her, each swing carrying a deadly threat; at her waist, a short sword gleamed with a cold light, also revealing a hint of red, as if telling countless bloody stories.

From her towering hair to her boots, she was shrouded in red, like a demon emerging from a sea of ​​blood, leaving a trail of intense red wherever she went.

Blood Rakshasa was originally the name of a long-lost internal energy cultivation method in the martial arts world.

Because this stunningly beautiful woman had cultivated such internal energy, her entire body gradually became stained with this strange red color when she was sixteen years old.

From then on, the name of this internal energy cultivation method became her code name in the martial arts world.

From then on, no one knew her original name, and everyone in the martial arts world called her Blood Rakshasa.

At this moment, she held a soft whip in her left hand, its body supple yet concealing hidden power, like a lurking venomous snake, ready to launch a fatal attack like lightning at any moment; in her right hand, she held a sword, its blade long and narrow, its cold light gleaming, flashing with chilling killing intent in the night.

Blood Rakshasa stood silently, like a solidified plaster statue, in the center of the doorway.

On a desert night, the cold stars twinkled, their pale light casting a chill on her icy face, adding to her aura of coldness.

Although the Blood Rakshasa was stunningly beautiful, her strange red skin seemed to cast a curse upon her, and no one dared to approach her easily.

In reality, she had never been in love, never married, and had never even touched a man's hand. Despite her breathtaking beauty, her unique appearance kept all men at bay, leaving her to face everything alone in this bloody world.

Shi Feiyang lay prone on the upper level of the fortress, his figure concealed in the darkness, like a ghost blending into the night. His eyes, however, were as sharp as those of a night owl, fixed intently on the ground below. He thought to himself, "Let's see what amazing skills this Blood Rakshasa possesses, and whether she can escape unscathed from the siege of these four."

Four night travelers were silently approaching, their figures ghostly and their movements swift, like phantoms in the night.

However, upon seeing the Blood Rakshasa appear with her sword, he was momentarily stunned by her powerful aura, standing there frozen as if under a spell. He was at a loss, torn between his own mind and his own, unsure whether to grit his teeth and fight or retreat to save his life.

Seeing this, Blood Rakshasa sneered. The laughter was like the cry of a night owl, filled with endless chill, and carried far in the silent desert night.

With a "whoosh," her long whip cracked through the night sky like a red lightning bolt, instantly engulfing one of the night travelers.

That night, the pedestrian was unable to dodge in time and felt a powerful force coming at him, only to be tightly bound by the long whip.

Blood Rakshasa raised her eyebrows, let out a delicate shout, and swung her whip outwards, channeling her power into the tip of her whip, throwing that person several feet away like a tossed doll.

The man flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily to the ground, his head bleeding profusely, a gruesome sight, as he groaned in pain.

Blood Rakshasa then spoke, cursing, "You treacherous villain, your actions are so cunning, you truly deserve to die! The Great Khan already knew that Famous Sword Manor and the Five Poisons Sect were both despicable rats, specializing in petty theft. Lan Xiaodie and Dugu Yan attempted to steal money and provisions from Warburg while the Great Khan was away with his army. Hmph! If you have the ability, get past me first! Today, I, your humble servant, will act on behalf of Heaven and teach you scoundrels a lesson!" It turned out that this man was Qin Manhong, the vice leader of the Five Poisons Sect, while the other three were warriors from Famous Sword Manor.

Blood Rakshasa's attack was lightning fast, and this sudden attack startled all three warriors.

Knowing they had met a formidable foe, they dared not slacken their efforts and hastily drew their weapons, instantly surrounding the Blood Rakshasa.

The warrior wielding the iron sword roared, his swordplay fierce as he unleashed the "Splashing Wind Sword Technique," each thrust accompanied by a whistling wind, the sword shadows flashing as he aimed directly at the Blood Rakshasa's vitals; the warrior wielding the iron crutch swung it with ferocious power, unleashing the "Mount Tai Pressing Down," generating gusts of wind as he smashed it towards the Blood Rakshasa's head; another warrior wielding a tiger-head hook, its hook grotesque in appearance, unleashed the "Soul-Hooking and Life-Taking" move, its cold light flashing as he launched a combined attack, his offensive extremely astonishing.

However, Blood Rakshasa was even more powerful than them. When they were close, she used the "Tianshan Sword Technique" to thrust and stab with her sword. Her sword moves were ruthless, and every strike was aimed at vital points. When they were at a distance, she used the "Red Serpent Whip Technique". Her long whip was like a serpent emerging from its hole, and the air vibrated wherever the tip of the whip touched.

With a whip in her left hand and a sword in her right, she unleashed a barrage of sharp and fierce attacks, wave after wave, deflecting all the attacks of the three warriors and even launching counterattacks from time to time, leaving the three warriors scrambling to keep up.

With a swift turn, Blood Rakshasa moved like a red whirlwind, unleashing the "Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique." A multitude of sword shadows blurred the air, instantly forcing the warrior wielding the iron sword back several steps. The warrior's face turned deathly pale, staring in terror at Blood Rakshasa, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. At the same time, she lashed out with her left whip, the tip of which resembled a sharp spear, executing the "Ghost Shadow Throat Lock," aimed directly at the throat of the warrior wielding the iron crutch.

The samurai was terrified, his eyes wide open, and he hurriedly used his iron crutch to defend himself.

With a loud bang, the whip lashed heavily against the iron crutch, the force sending a shiver down the warrior's arm and nearly causing him to drop the crutch. He staggered back a few steps, a look of pain on his face.

The warrior wielding the tiger-head hook seized the opportunity and attacked from the side, the hook whistling through the air as it aimed straight for Blood Rakshasa's waist.

Blood Rakshasa, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. She remained calm and composed, easily dodging the fierce attack with a sidestep.

Immediately afterward, she swung her sword, a dazzling red light flashed, and unleashed a move called "Heavenly River Reversal," slashing towards the warrior wielding the tiger-head hook. The warrior hurriedly raised his hook to block, and with a clang, sparks flew as a deep gash was slashed into the tiger-head hook.

Taking advantage of the situation, Blood Rakshasa kicked out, striking the warrior squarely in the chest.

The samurai screamed and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Shi Feiyang concealed himself atop the fortress, his gaze as cold as a star, fixed intently on the fierce battle below.

He watched Blood Rakshasa's every move with astonishment, inwardly praising her: "This Blood Rakshasa truly lives up to her reputation. Her martial arts are superb, and such skill is rare even in this vast martial world. Today's thrilling battle has truly broadened my horizons. However, given her illustrious reputation in the martial world, she seemed to hold back tonight, and her performance didn't quite reach the legendary level of transcendence. It's truly puzzling. Could she have some hidden reason?"

He frowned slightly, his gaze becoming increasingly focused, not missing a single detail, secretly pondering the Blood Rakshasa's martial arts style and exquisite techniques, trying to find a clue from it.

Ling Lanzhi, a female disciple of Blood Rakshasa, leaned against the fortress gate with a graceful figure. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, and she watched the battle intently, carefully pondering the techniques contained in her master's unpredictable whip and sword techniques.

Although her martial arts skills were passed down from her master, she did not practice the mysterious and strange Blood Rakshasa internal energy cultivation method, but rather the pure and upright Tianshan internal energy method. Because of this, Ling Lanzhi's progress in internal energy cultivation was quite slow, but her skin color never changed, remaining as white as snow, exuding the unique beauty and purity of a young girl.

At this moment, Blood Rakshasa was firmly in the lead against the three warriors with her fierce and unparalleled offensive.

Her red hair flew wildly, like a burning fire serpent, adding a touch of eeriness to the brutal battle.

Her skin was crimson like blood, gleaming eerily in the dim moonlight. Every turn of her body seemed to ignite the surrounding air. At this moment, she moved with incredible agility, like a petal fluttering in the wind, or a phantom darting through the night. Her long whip and sword worked in perfect harmony, making it difficult for the three warriors to get close.

Suddenly, she whirled her head, her gaze sharp as lightning, as if piercing through the darkness, and shouted sternly into the shadows, "Lanzhi, what are you doing out here? Are you going to be a hostage for those cowardly scoundrels hiding in the shadows?"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, like the cry of an owl, carrying far in the silent desert night, as if it could pierce the night sky and reach the heart.

It turned out that Blood Rakshasa was extremely perceptive and had already noticed that someone had quietly slipped into the castle again. Her level of vigilance was astonishing.

Shi Feiyang, lying on the ancient castle, heard this and thought to himself, "It seems that Lan Xiaodie and Dugu Yan must have arrived. These two are notorious figures in the martial arts world. Their arrival will surely bring another bloodbath."

A slight smirk played on his lips as he thought to himself, "Heh heh, this night has become a feast for thieves. It seems that Warburg is destined to be anything but peaceful tonight. Let's see what kind of trouble they're up to."

Ling Lanzhi was about to lean over to check when she heard Xue Luosha shout like that. She was so frightened that her face turned ashen.

She panicked, like a frightened bird, and dared not linger any longer, so she quickly turned and slipped away.

She knew all too well that the world was dangerous and people's hearts were unpredictable. If she were to be taken hostage, her life would be in danger and she would be doomed forever.

She hurried back to the castle like a startled fawn, found her senior brothers Liu Pingsheng and Wu Zhenliang, and the three of them gathered together, their expressions solemn, to discuss how to solve the thorny predicament before them.

On the Blood Rakshasa's side, she spun around with light and graceful movements, like a petal dancing in the wind.

She suddenly retracted the long whip in her hand, like a red lightning bolt, and instantly turned around and struck out with her backhand.

The long whip, like a nimble red serpent, drew an arc in the air and headed straight for a masked man above the castle gate.

A scream of agony pierced the night sky; the sound was shrill and painful as the masked man was struck in the back of the knee by the tip of his whip.

This was only because Blood Rakshasa had shown mercy, using only one or two tenths of her strength, merely lightly brushing the masked man with the tip of her whip. Otherwise, with her profound and powerful skills, how could that masked man have survived such a blow?

Blood Rakshasa lashed out with her whip, roaring, "You dog thief, confess now! Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead! Today I'll show you what happens when you run wild in Warburg!"

The masked man lay on the ground, groaning in pain, and cried out, "Blood Rakshasa, how cruel you are! I only wanted to come out and help you, how could you take my good intentions as malice! Do you think I, Dugu Yan, am so worthless?"

(End of this chapter)