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

Chapter 244. A Hero's Ingenious Scheme Breaks the Crisis, Undercurrents Surge and Tricks Play a Game with a Flock of Villains.
Upon closer inspection, Shi Feiyang realized that the masked man was actually Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan was renowned in the martial arts world, possessing superb martial arts skills. He had roamed the martial arts world for many years and rarely encountered an opponent.

However, at this moment, Dugu Yan was easily knocked down by Xue Luosha's whip, which was truly unbelievable.

Shi Feiyang pondered to himself, "Could he have been poisoned? With his martial arts skills, how could ordinary poisons possibly harm him? Could it be Lan Xiaodie's poison? That vixen Lan Xiaodie is ruthless and vicious. Originally, she invited the swordsmen of Mingjian Villa to help the Five Poisons Sect fight against me, but now she's using poison to control Dugu Yan instead? What secrets are hidden here? And where in the shadows is Lan Xiaodie hiding?"

Shi Feiyang's mind was in turmoil, a thousand thoughts flashing through his head as he tried to sort out a clue.

Blood Rakshasa seemed not to hear Dugu Yan's painful groans, ignoring them completely.

She had only one thought in her mind: to wipe out all the thieves who were trying to break into Warburg.

Her sword flashed in a half-arc shape, its blade gleaming coldly as it traced a chilling path through the night, like a fairy dancing gracefully, yet concealing endless killing intent, instantly blocking three more weapons!

Just as Blood Rakshasa turned to deal with Dugu Yan, the three warriors thought they had an opportunity. They used Tiger Head Hook to leap in from the side and unleash a move called "Azure Dragon Emerging from the Sea," which, with a whooshing sound, stabbed towards Blood Rakshasa's chest.

The tiger-head hook gleamed with a cold light, resembling a dragon emerging from the sea, exuding a menacing aura.

A cold glint flashed in Blood Rakshasa's eyes, like a shooting star in the cold night. With a light parry, a crisp "crack" was heard, like the sound of tearing silk, which was particularly jarring in the silent night sky. The crescent moon on the tiger-head hook was actually cut off by two teeth!
Broken teeth flew out, gleaming coldly in the moonlight. At this moment, the one wielding the iron crutch and the one wielding the iron sword also attacked from the middle. The iron crutch came with the force of a thousand pounds, howling and kicking up a cloud of sand and gravel, while the iron sword, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, went straight for the Blood Rakshasa's throat.

Blood Rakshasa showed no fear. Her eyebrows furrowed, she let out a delicate shout, and her sword danced rapidly as she unleashed "Heavenly Mountain Torrent." The sword shadows were numerous and impenetrable, each one seemingly carrying a blood-red light, completely blocking the attacks of the Iron Crutch and the Iron Sword.

At the same time, she flicked her long whip with her left hand, like a red rainbow, accompanied by a whistling sound, using the "Ghost Shadow Throat Lock" technique, aiming straight for the throat of the warrior wielding the iron crutch. The tip of the whip emitted a sharp whistling sound in the air, as if it were about to tear the air apart.

Blood Rakshasa drew a half-arc with her sword once more, her movements fluid and graceful, like butterflies dancing among flowers, yet concealing endless killing intent.

This sword strike was incredibly precise, perfectly deflecting the fierce tiger-head hook. The powerful internal force contained within the sword still hadn't diminished, like a surging tide, even sending the iron sword attacking from the side and the whistling iron crutch flying backward.

Seeing his companion's attack stalled and seemingly oblivious to his fate, the warrior wielding the tiger-head hook felt a surge of ruthlessness. He suddenly lowered his weapon and roared, "Today I will fight you to the death!" With that, he aimed for Blood Rakshasa's side and, with a death wish, thrust it with all his might.

Seeing this, Blood Rakshasa's already icy expression instantly contorted with rage, her eyes burning with fury as if she wanted to scorch away all the darkness in the world. Her left hand wielded a long whip like a serpent emerging from its hole, sweeping across the air with a sharp whistling sound, like the howling of ghosts and wolves. She roared, "You fool, let go of me!"

This angry shout, like the ringing of a great bell, traveled far and wide in the silent desert night, making people's ears buzz.

The warrior wielding the tiger-head hook felt an overwhelming force strike him. His tiger's mouth trembled, and the tiger-head hook instantly slipped from his hand, flying into the air and gleaming coldly in the moonlight, tracing a strange arc.

Blood Rakshasa was not about to give up. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's weapon was out of his hand and his defenses were wide open, she suddenly lunged forward. Her movements were as fast as lightning, and her figure was like a ghost. The short sword in her hand flashed with cold light, like a shooting star in the cold night. In an instant, she had pierced a transparent hole in the warrior, the short sword going straight from his front heart to his back heart.

The samurai's eyes were wide open, filled with terror and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he had died so easily at the hands of his enemy.

He tried to shout, but could only spit out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed and he slowly collapsed.

The ground was instantly stained red with blood. The crimson bloodstains emitted a pungent, fishy smell under the dim moonlight, making it look particularly sinister and terrifying.

The warrior wielding the tiger-head hook was the most skilled of the three and was a renowned figure in the martial arts world. However, in this close-quarters battle with Blood Rakshasa, he couldn't even withstand a move or two before losing his life.

The other two, seeing this, were terrified, their hair standing on end, and dared not step forward to fight.

The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly. They stood side by side, striking with their iron crutches and flanking with their iron swords, fighting and retreating. At the same time, they whistled repeatedly, the sharp, piercing sound like the cry of an owl, as if summoning reinforcements.

Shi Feiyang could see clearly from the castle that two dark figures were rushing towards them like arrows released from a bow in the distance.

Its speed was so fast, like a shooting star chasing the moon, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He immediately recognized that the two men were using the superior lightness skill of "Eight Steps to Catch a Cicada," and he was greatly surprised: "How could such masters come to this desert at night? Could they be Haha Tu's accomplices? But as far as I know, warriors from beyond the Great Wall are mostly skilled in swordsmanship and archery, and even those with excellent lightness skills would rarely reach such a level. This lightness skill is clearly that of a master of internal martial arts among the Han people. How could someone with such skill be willing to act as an accomplice to the evil Haha Tu and help him commit atrocities?"

Shi Feiyang frowned, secretly wondering about the identities and intentions of the two men, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Blood Rakshasa also seemed to have noticed the two figures, and her heart tightened as she realized that the situation was becoming increasingly dire.

She was always confident, but she dared not relax at all. She tightened her grip and lashed out with her long whip, creating a series of whip shadows that formed a red barrier that enveloped the two of them.

Her figure was elusive, like a willow catkin in the wind, her sword gleaming coldly as she coordinated with her long whip.

In an instant, sword light and whip shadows intertwined, dazzling the eyes. Amidst this chaotic sword light and whip shadows, a clear shout rang out, like a phoenix's cry echoing through the heavens. Blood Rakshasa suddenly leaped up and unleashed a move called "Black Dragon Stirring the Sea".

This move was incredibly powerful. Her body spun rapidly in the air, creating a small whirlwind around her. Her sword moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, aiming straight for the throat of the warrior wielding the iron sword.

Before the swordsman could even see clearly, a sword struck his throat, and he fell to the ground dead with a thud.

His eyes were still wide open, his face filled with astonishment and resentment.

The man wielding the iron crutch was terrified upon seeing this; his soul seemed to flee.

He dared not fight any longer, and hastily swung out his crutch, feinting an attack, before trying to escape. But his movements were no match for the Blood Rakshasa's speed.

With a flick of her long whip, Blood Rakshasa snatched his iron crutch back from him like a red lightning bolt.

A cold glint flashed in Blood Rakshasa's eyes, and she lashed out with her whip, striking the warrior's crown heavily.

With a loud "crack," as if struck by lightning, the top of his head was instantly shattered.

The samurai let out a bloodcurdling scream, his voice filled with agony, his brains spilling onto the ground, a scene of extreme gore.

In the silent desert night, this bloody scene appeared particularly terrifying, a true picture of hell on earth.

At that moment, the two figures arrived swiftly, one after the other, like ghosts.

Shi Feiyang strained his eyes to see clearly and realized that the person in the lead was Xie Zhichuan, the young master of Shenjian Manor.

He pondered to himself, his expression grave: "Last time in Sword Forging Valley, I used the Five Thunder Transformation Technique to cripple Xie Zhichuan's internal strength. I wonder what kind of extraordinary encounter this thief has had. Could it be that he has swallowed some heaven-defying elixir, not only restoring his power, but also, judging from his aura now, this dog Xie's internal strength is even better than before."

I never expected that such a shameless scoundrel would actually side with Haha Tu; he's utterly despicable!

A cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a shooting star in the cold night, carrying a chilling killing intent as he stared intently at Xie Zhichuan, his mind racing, secretly calculating his next course of action.

Blood Rakshasa had just wielded her sword and whip, killing three warriors with lightning speed, and then instantly subdued Dugu Yan. She was extremely pleased with herself.

At this moment, seeing Xie Zhichuan suddenly arrive, her already cold and beautiful face instantly became even more gloomy, like the sky before a storm.

Her eyebrows furrowed, she brandished her whip and pointed it directly at Xie Zhichuan, shouting fiercely, "Xie Zhichuan, it's you, you scoundrel! Humph! You couldn't catch my Lanzhi, so you turned to Haha Tu and became my enemy?"

The Blood Rakshasa's voice was shrill, like the cry of a night owl, carrying far and wide in the silent desert night.

Fu Anxing, the "Enchanting Beauty of the Frontier," possessed a graceful figure yet exuded a chilling aura. She coldly declared, "Blood Rakshasa, you are mistaken. Young Master Xie has come to assist Chief Hahatu in unifying the Great Grasslands, and then marching his army into the Ming Dynasty to achieve his ambition of unifying the world. Chief Hahatu will be the new Genghis Khan!"

Fu Anxing's voice was icy, carrying the chill of the northern frontier, and every word he uttered exuded an air of ambition.

"Hahahaha!" Upon hearing this, Blood Rakshasa laughed loudly, her anger reaching the sky.

The laughter was full of sarcasm, and Fu Anxing's words seemed extremely ridiculous and utterly presumptuous.

After laughing, she suddenly lashed out with her whip, the long whip drawing a red arc in the air like a bolt of lightning. At the same time, she shouted, "Nonsense! Haha, with that wretched dog-like appearance, dares to dream of becoming Genghis Khan? He's just daydreaming! Keep dreaming!"

Blood Rakshasa's eyes burned with fury, wishing she could burn the two people who opposed her to ashes.

Seeing this, Xie Zhichuan moved with lightning speed, leaping out like a swallow skimming the water, easily dodging the attack of the long whip.

A slight smirk appeared on his lips, a cold smile filled with disdain and mockery. He said, "That Shi Feiyang that your apprentice Ling Lanzhi loves is even worse than me! He already has eight wives and eight mothers-in-law. Heh heh! Blood Rakshasa, you can only be his ninth mother-in-law. That's hilarious."

Xie Zhichuan's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. Blood Rakshasa's face instantly turned ashen.

Enraged, Blood Rakshasa's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes widened, and she glared at Xie Zhichuan, shouting, "Xie Zhichuan, you willingly become a thief and a lackey of others, so shut up!" With that, her long whip swished like a snake emerging from its hole, sweeping straight at Xie Zhichuan; her sword also swung horizontally, its cold light flashing, carrying a chilling sword aura, slashing towards Xie Zhichuan.

This move, "Whisper and Sword Flying Together," is Blood Rakshasa's signature technique, incredibly powerful, causing the air to tremble wherever it goes.

Hiding in the shadows, Shi Feiyang thought to himself, "Does Ling Lanzhi like me? Heh heh! This must be Xie Zhichuan talking nonsense, deliberately trying to disturb Xue Luosha's mind. This villain is vicious, we must be wary of him."

He kept his eyes fixed on Xie Zhichuan, ready to make a move at any crucial moment, and remained vigilant to prevent any unforeseen events.

Xie Zhichuan moved erratically, dodging several attacks with ghostly grace, but the Blood Rakshasa's offensive surged like a raging tide, growing ever more ferocious, each move fueled by her burning rage. At this moment, the Blood Rakshasa's jade-like face was filled with murderous intent, her eyes blazing with fury like two burning flames. With a "whoosh," she lashed out with her long whip, the whip drawing a breathtaking arc in the air, like a crimson dragon breaking free of its restraints, carrying a fierce gust of wind as it hurtled straight towards Xie Zhichuan.

Xie Zhichuan's expression changed slightly, and he gave a bitter smile, a smile full of helplessness and determination, like a withered leaf in a storm.

In an instant, he drew his sword and with a clang, the blade flashed with cold light, like a mournful shooting star streaking across the cold night. The chilling sword aura emanated from it, faintly gleaming with a cold blue light in the darkness.

He shouted loudly, "Blood Rakshasa, you forced me into this situation today, so don't blame me for being ruthless!" This angry shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, and the rolling sound waves traveled far and wide in the silent desert night, shaking the surrounding air.

Blood Rakshasa snorted coldly, her voice as chilling as a cicada's song, like a silent iceberg, radiating a cold aura.

The long whip in her hand danced like a nimble snake, and with a swish, it swept out again, the tip of the whip whistling through the air like a sharp blade.

Xie Zhichuan swayed, like a willow catkin swaying in the wind, light yet full of hidden secrets. He swung his sword upwards, and a flash of cold light appeared, like a shooting star chasing the moon. With a crisp "crack" sound, as if a boulder had shattered, the tip of his whip was immediately cut off by the sharp sword.

The broken whip tip danced helplessly in the night sky, like a life severed, slowly drifting down, adding to the desolation.

Seeing this, Blood Rakshasa raised her eyebrows like two sharp willow-leaf knives, her beautiful eyes wide open, and shouted angrily, "Hmph! Even if you wield a sharp blade, how could I be afraid of you!" Before she finished speaking, she used a whip in her left hand and a sword in her right, and unleashed a set of extremely light and agile moves.

For a moment, her movements were nimble, like a colorful butterfly dancing among flowers, or a ghost moving through the dark night, dazzling the eyes.

The whip and sword light merged into one, weaving into an impenetrable net of light and shadow, creating a fierce and evenly matched battle with Xie Zhichuan. The two exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand for a time. Under the night sky, sword energy crisscrossed, whip shadows danced, and the air itself was torn apart by this fierce attack, hissing as it did so.

Suddenly, Xie Zhichuan raised his head and let out a long roar. The roar was high-pitched and passionate, like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, shaking the surrounding fields and even causing the distant sand dunes to rustle. Before the roar had faded, his swordsmanship suddenly changed. His sword moves were as swift as lightning, with multiple sword shadows that were too dazzling to follow.

Amidst the shimmering sword light and whip shadows, he pressed forward relentlessly, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, unstoppable. His aura surged instantly, enveloping the entire world in his swordplay. In a flash, his inner strength surged and churned like a raging tide, carrying waves of heat that filled the air with a scorching atmosphere.

Amidst the boiling mist, he unleashed "Azure Peak Slicing Face," one of the Thirteen Deadly Swords. His sword swept up and down with fierce power, as if it could cleave the heavens and earth in two. Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

Suddenly, the sword slashed horizontally again, a flash of cold light, like a bolt of lightning, aimed straight at Blood Rakshasa's cheek. The sharp sword energy had already cut off several strands of hair beside Blood Rakshasa's cheek, and a few strands of black hair drifted leisurely in the wind.

Hidden in the shadows, Shi Feiyang's eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the battle, his expression grave.

He was well-versed in many martial arts manuals such as the Tai Xuan Jing, the Nine Yin Manual, and the Sacred Heart Manual, and had extremely broad knowledge of martial arts.

At this moment, he realized that Xie Zhichuan's internal energy technique was the Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique, and that the technique's energy was impure, clearly indicating that it had been rapidly cultivated with the help of some divine elixir. Shi Feiyang thought to himself, "Xie Zhichuan's power has recovered and is even stronger than before. It seems that this 'Beyond the Great Wall's Enchantress' Fu Anxing is definitely related to it."

At this moment, Shi Feiyang glanced at Fu Anxing again and saw Fu Anxing's wicked smile.

That smile held a smug satisfaction of a successful scheme, like an owl stalking its prey in the darkness.

Fu Anxing secretly calculated in his heart: "The Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique is the perfect nemesis to the Blood Rakshasa Divine Art. Under the scorching heat of the Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique, the Blood Rakshasa Divine Art will surely slowly melt away, and the Blood Rakshasa will ultimately be unable to escape the fate of dying from blood transformation. However, it is a pity that Xie Zhichuan's talent and aptitude are limited. Although he has the assistance of medicine, he has not been able to cultivate the Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique to its highest level. But even so, it is enough to deal with this Blood Rakshasa." As Fu Anxing thought, he looked at the battlefield with a smug look, his eyes flashing with a vicious light, like will-o'-the-wisps in the dark night.

At this moment, Blood Rakshasa let out a delicate shout. Her voice was clear and melodious, yet it was filled with endless majesty and killing intent, like a phoenix crying in the heavens.

She brandished her long whip, which swirled and moved through the air like a nimble red serpent, stirring up a buzzing sound wherever the whip tip touched; her short sword spun around, shimmering like a cold star, its blade radiating a chilling aura.

The two weapons, one for offense and one for defense, are perfectly coordinated.

Every move and stance embodies profound skill and exquisite technique, leaving one in awe.

Every time she drew her sword, it carried a sharp sword aura; every time she swung her whip, it was accompanied by a whistling wind.

Although Xie Zhichuan's Thirteen Deadly Swords were exceptionally wondrous, with sharp and varied sword moves, Blood Rakshasa's Tianshan Sword Technique was equally complex and profound, with each sword move seemingly carrying the majestic and imposing aura of the Tianshan Mountains.

The two fought back and forth for dozens of rounds, but neither could gain the upper hand.

Under the night sky, sword energy crisscrossed and whip shadows danced, creating a breathtaking spectacle. The ground was already etched with deep trenches by the sword energy and whip winds, and the surrounding sand and stones were swept into the air before falling back down like a sandstorm.

Shi Feiyang, watching from the shadows, saw that Blood Rakshasa could wield two different weapons with both hands, and that they were coordinated perfectly without any confusion. He secretly admired her, thinking, "This alone is extremely rare among the top martial arts masters in the world! However, Xie Zhichuan's skill is stronger, and he also wields a precious sword. If this battle continues for a long time, Blood Rakshasa's Blood Rakshasa internal energy will probably be melted by Xie Zhichuan's Kunlun Blazing Flame Skill."

Shi Feiyang frowned, his heart filled with anxiety, closely watching the battle, ready to make a move at any moment.

His palms were slightly sweaty, and his eyes revealed a hint of worry, foreseeing the crisis that Blood Rakshasa was about to face.

Blood Rakshasa fought Xie Zhichuan with all her might, her eyes only on her opponent's every move, with no time to look at anything else.

Meanwhile, Fu Anxing, the "Enchanting Beauty of the Frontier" who had come with Xie Zhichuan, took advantage of the intense battle between the two and silently entered the castle. Her movements were light and graceful, like a ghost, each step extremely light and almost silent. She quickly helped Dugu Yan out.

Dugu Yan was whipped, but it only caused minor cuts and was not serious.

After he came out, he and Fu Anxing exchanged a glance, understood each other, and the two hurriedly fled, their figures gradually disappearing into the night.

Their steps were hurried, as if countless evil spirits were chasing them.

Upon seeing this, Blood Rakshasa was immediately enraged. Her beautiful eyes widened, almost spitting fire, and her gaze seemed capable of burning people.

She tried to give chase, but was trapped by Xie Zhichuan's woven sword light and could not escape.

Moreover, because of this distraction, Xie Zhichuan seized the initiative, unleashing his sword techniques like a mighty river, his attacks relentless and continuous.

Xie Zhichuan's swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, each strike carrying a powerful sense of oppression. Blood Rakshasa was forced to concentrate on defense and was temporarily trapped in a predicament.

A light sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead, her breathing became rapid, and she struggled to wield her weapon, yet she still held on desperately.

Meanwhile, Fu Anxing and Dugu Yan had already swept past Xue Luosha and were about to disappear into the night.

Just then, a dark shadow suddenly swooped down from the castle, like a fierce bird flying down from the sky.

As Dugu Yan was fleeing, she suddenly felt a tightness on her shoulder, as if she had been hooked hard by five iron hooks, causing her excruciating pain.

He had just shouted, "Fu Anxing, come and save me!"

A finger had poked his ribs, and he felt his whole body go limp and numb, as if his bones had been pulled out, and he collapsed to the ground.

His body convulsed on the ground, his face contorted in pain, and his eyes filled with terror.

The one rushing down was Shi Feiyang. He used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," and his figure was as fast as lightning, instantly subduing Dugu Yan.

Fu Anxing was startled by a shout from behind. He quickly turned around and saw Dugu Yan lying on the ground, unable to move.

She was both shocked and furious. Her beautiful eyes widened, filled with anger and shock. She immediately lashed out with her Ghost Shadow Whip. The tip of the whip spun above her head, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and with a whoosh, it swept towards Shi Feiyang's waist like a black lightning bolt.

The whip-like wind howled, as if trying to suck the air out of the surroundings. The sand and gravel on the ground were whipped up by the wind, forming a small sandstorm.

Shi Feiyang reacted extremely quickly, twisting his body like a willow branch in the wind, incredibly agile, as the Ghost Shadow Whip brushed past him, a close call.

No sooner said than done, before Fu Anxing could retract her Ghost Shadow Whip, Shi Feiyang pounced into her arms like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Seeing this, Fu Anxing hurriedly banged his head hard, trying to force Shi Feiyang to retreat.

Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, his voice booming like a bell, and his hands, like dragons emerging from the sea, reached out to grab it.

Upon meeting her, he unleashed the "Dragon Claw" technique, specifically the move "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens," his five fingers resembling sharp steel hooks, instantly seizing her wrists.

Shi Feiyang squeezed his fingers tightly, and Fu Anxing let out a miserable scream, the sound shrill and echoing through the night sky.

She suddenly felt weak all over, as if all her strength had been drained. Shi Feiyang grabbed her, tossed her aside as if discarding a useless object, and, no longer caring whether she lived or died, ran straight towards the castle to save Blood Rakshasa.

Fu Anxing's body traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Blood Rakshasa was in dire straits during her fierce battle with Xie Zhichuan. The Blood Rakshasa Divine Skill within her body was being evaporated by Xie Zhichuan's Kunlun Blazing Flame Skill. Moreover, Blood Rakshasa's clothes were constantly on fire, and she was already dressed in tatters, with some of her vital parts already partially visible, making Blood Rakshasa extremely disheveled and embarrassed.

Hearing shouts and cries, he had no time to look around.

Suddenly, Xie Zhichuan withdrew his attack and retreated swiftly, his movements clean and decisive. Blood Rakshasa was still in surprise when she suddenly heard a loud shout: "Stop!"

When she opened her eyes, she saw a person moving as fast as a bird, like a black lightning bolt, blocking Xie Zhichuan's path.

Blood Rakshasa looked closely and saw that the person who came was Shi Feiyang. She was both surprised and delighted.

Xie Zhichuan saw that Shi Feiyang's hands were empty and there was no sword hanging at his waist. Although he was terrified, he still hoped that he could escape with his sword.

He gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He twirled his sword in a flourish and thrust it fiercely at Shi Feiyang. The sword strike carried a whistling sound, as if he wanted to pin Shi Feiyang to death on the spot.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with anger, and he shouted, "Xie Zhichuan, you villain, you dare to fight me? You really don't know what's good for you!"

Before he finished speaking, his palms flew up like two nimble wings, slashing straight down amidst the flashing sword light.

In an instant, palm shadows flew and sword shadows flashed, and the two had already exchanged two or three moves.

Shi Feiyang was secretly startled, realizing that Xie Zhichuan's Thirteen Deadly Swords had indeed improved considerably compared to before. Each strike carried a sharp and fierce aura. Moreover, Xie Zhichuan radiated intense heat, as if enveloped in a high-temperature shield. No wonder Blood Rakshasa had struggled to gain the upper hand against him. Given time, he would truly be a formidable opponent for Shi Feiyang.

Blood Rakshasa arrived and was astonished to see Shi Feiyang fighting Xie Zhichuan's sword with his bare hands. He thought to himself, "How dare Shi Feiyang be so bold as to fight Xie Zhichuan's sword with his bare hands?"

Just as she was about to lend a helping hand, she suddenly felt dizzy and swayed, almost falling over.

It turns out that Blood Rakshasa's martial arts performance was mediocre tonight because she was poisoned by Lan Xiaodie's colorless and odorless poisonous mist.

The poisonous mist was silent, and Blood Rakshasa inhaled it without realizing it. Instinctively, she channeled her inner energy to resist, causing a significant reduction in her power, making her appear less than a high-level martial artist. At this moment, although her whip and sword techniques remained exquisite, without the support of formidable inner strength, even the most ingenious moves could not unleash their full power. Under Xie Zhichuan's relentless attacks, she gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Compared to Shi Feiyang's profound mastery of the Mingyu Gong, Xie Zhichuan's Kunlun Blazing Flame Gong was simply insignificant.

At this moment, the Mingyu Gong within Shi Feiyang's body was like a vast ocean, its profound and powerful internal force enough to melt and freeze Xie Zhichuan's Kunlun Blazing Flame Gong a thousand times.

As for Xie Zhichuan's Thirteen Deadly Swords, Shi Feiyang knew them inside and out. Even with his eyes closed, he could discern every change in Xie Zhichuan's sword moves.

However, Xie Zhichuan still managed to hold on and exchange a few blows with Shi Feiyang, relying on the sharp sword in his hand.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were like torches, staring intently at Xie Zhichuan's every move. Suddenly, he flipped his wrist, his movements as fast as lightning, like a snake emerging from its hole, and snatched the Longquan sword from Xie Zhichuan's hand.

Immediately afterwards, he raised two fingers upwards, like a flash of cold light, and accurately struck Xie Zhichuan's "Healing Qi Point".

This "Yuqi acupoint" is one of the body's vital acupoints. After being pressed, Xie Zhichuan felt weak all over and unable to move.

Shi Feiyang turned around, a smile on his face, and said to Xue Luosha, "Senior, this person is now yours to deal with!"

Blood Rakshasa's eyes flashed with admiration. She raised her thumb and exclaimed loudly, "Good!"

Immediately, her expression hardened, and she turned to look at Xie Zhichuan, a cold glint in her eyes. She shouted sharply, "So you really have secretly sided with Haha Tu! Haha Tu outwardly allies with the Khorchin, but secretly sends you scoundrels to cause trouble. You scoundrel surnamed Xie, what do you have to say now?"

The Blood Rakshasa's voice was shrill, like the cry of a night owl, carrying far into the silent night.

Xie Zhichuan remained silent, his gaze fixed on Xue Luosha, his eyes filled with stubbornness and resentment, like a silent iceberg, ignoring Xue Luosha's questions. His stubbornness was solely due to Lan Xiaodie's support.

Now, he waits patiently for Lan Xiaodie to come and rescue him.

He knew that Lan Xiaodie would definitely come to save him, because he still had value to Lan Xiaodie.

After all, with the title of young master of Shenjian Manor, he could help Lan Xiaodie invite many highly skilled martial artists to serve her.

Moreover, the money and grain that Shenjian Manor had accumulated over hundreds of years also posed a fatal temptation to Lan Xiaodie.

Lan Xiaodie's Five Poisons Sect needs Xie Zhichuan's support to rise again.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to slip away.

He used his amazing lightness skill, "leaving without a trace after accomplishing his task," and his figure flickered like a ghost, disappearing from the spot in an instant.

This lightness skill was exquisite; unless one was an exceptionally skilled martial artist, they would be completely unable to detect Shi Feiyang's presence, and even a fleeting afterimage would be difficult to catch. Relying on his rich experience in the martial world, Shi Feiyang walked deeper into the castle.

He secretly planned to find the place where the Khorchin tribe hid their money and grain.

Before long, he arrived at a heavily guarded place, where he saw many guards standing around, all of them looking vigilant.

Shi Feiyang felt a chill run down his spine and immediately activated the Mingyu Skill, rapidly circulating his internal energy within his body.

Then, Shi Feiyang used the ultimate technique "Heavenly Palace Illusion" from the "Sacred Heart Technique". This technique is incredibly magical, using powerful spiritual force to draw people's hearts and create a false world like a fairyland in their minds, trapping them inside.

This technique can integrate and elevate one's fantasies. It originates from the heart, yet transcends it, making one feel as if it is the fairyland of one's dreams, yet it is so beautiful that it cannot even be imagined in dreams.

In an instant, the guards felt as if the scene before them had changed, as if they had arrived at the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the Eight Great Hutongs of the capital, where countless beauties dressed in thin, cicada-like robes danced gracefully before them. Their eyes were glazed over, and saliva unconsciously dripped from the corners of their mouths. They were so immersed in this dreamlike state that they could not extricate themselves.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to unleash his "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" divine skill. With a flick of his wrists, he unleashed a surge of internal energy, pushing towards the heavy iron door of the vault. Under the influence of Shi Feiyang's powerful internal energy, the iron door slowly opened without a sound.

Shi Feiyang strode into the vault and stuffed countless gold and silver jewels into the deerskin bag at his waist, invisible to ordinary people.

He then went to the granary and, using the same method, once again cast the "Heavenly Palace Illusion" illusionary guard, opened the granary, and stuffed countless grains into the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist.

This deerskin bag may look ordinary, but it actually has a hidden secret: it can hold everything. No matter how much wealth or food is put inside, it will not bulge in the slightest.

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang quickly returned to the castle gate and accompanied Xue Luosha to continue interrogating Xie Zhichuan.

While Shi Feiyang was quietly slipping away, Xie Zhichuan kept his lips tightly closed and didn't say a word.

This infuriated Blood Rakshasa and her disciples Liu Pingsheng, Wu Zhenliang, and Ling Lanzhi, but now was not the time to kill Xie Zhichuan.

At this moment, Blood Rakshasa stretched out two fingers forward, like a sharp dagger, pointing at Xie Zhichuan, and shouted fiercely, "Xie Zhichuan, you dog thief, if you don't confess, I'll cripple your eyes first!" After saying that, she pretended to gouge out Xie Zhichuan's eyes, her eyes full of anger and determination.

At this moment, Lan Xiaodie, who was hiding in the shadows, had a cold glint in her eyes. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a strange sneer. She whispered, "Down!"

That single word, "Fall," seemed like an invisible curse, drifting through the night sky. Suddenly, Blood Rakshasa felt a darkness before her eyes, her head spinning, as if she were on a turbulent sea, her body swaying uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, she fell heavily to the ground with a "bang," raising a cloud of dust.

Upon seeing this, Liu Pingsheng, Wu Zhenliang, and Ling Lanzhi were all shocked, their faces filled with fear and worry.

Ling Lanzhi turned pale and exclaimed, "Master!"

The three rushed to Blood Rakshasa's side and hurriedly helped her up.

Liu Pingsheng frowned and said anxiously, "Quickly, quickly bring the Tianshan Snow Lotus Water!"

Wu Zhenliang quickly took out a jade bottle from his pocket, poured out some Tianshan snow lotus water, and carefully fed it to Xue Luosha.

Just then, Shi Feiyang arrived like a gust of wind, his expression grave. He said urgently, "Your master has been poisoned by the Five Poisons Sect's Gu worm poison. This poison is insidious and vicious, and extremely difficult to deal with." After saying that, he extended his right hand without hesitation and placed his palm on Blood Rakshasa's back.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, continuously pouring his inner energy into Blood Rakshasa's body, attempting to force out the Gu worm hidden deep within her meridians.

As her inner energy surged, Blood Rakshasa's body trembled slightly, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

"Waaah!" Blood Rakshasa suddenly spat out several mouthfuls of poisonous blood, which was black in color and emitted a pungent stench.

Amidst the poisonous blood, several wriggling worms were also expelled, their appearance ferocious and terrifying.

Upon seeing this scene, Liu Pingsheng, Wu Zhenliang, and Ling Lanzhi were all extremely shocked, their faces filled with fear.

The smell was so pungent and nauseating that the three of them couldn't help but vomit, swaying and almost unable to stand.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang quickly took out a "Shaohuan Pill" and handed it to them, saying, "Take it quickly, it can cure this poison."

The three of them quickly took the pills and swallowed them.

Blood Rakshasa gasped for breath, her breathing gradually stabilizing.

She slowly opened her eyes, looked at Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with gratitude, and said, "Hero Shi, if it weren't for your help today, my master and I would probably have lost our lives here. I will never forget your great kindness!"

Shi Feiyang smiled slightly, his expression gentle, and said, "Senior, you are too kind. We belong to the same lineage of martial arts. It is only our duty to help those in need when we see injustice."

(End of this chapter)