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

Chapter 246. Blood Shadow Yi Chen Demon God Appears, Bloodshed and Souls Remain in the Wasteland

Upon hearing this, the palace guards and generals cheered as if they had received rain after a long drought.

The cheers were deafening, as if they could pierce the clouds and soar to the heavens. Joy was evident on everyone's faces.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang, with his magnanimous spirit, displayed the heroic and bold nature of a hero. He raised his head high and declared loudly, "Great Khan, to help the Lindan tribe recover its strength as soon as possible and regain its former glory, I am willing to donate 100,000 taels of silver and 300,000 shi of grain!"

His voice was firm and powerful, like metal striking the ground, echoing for a long time on the city wall, fully demonstrating his generosity and righteousness.

"Thank you, Master Shi!" the crowd shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the heavens and earth, seemingly capable of changing the very landscape. Their shouts were filled with boundless gratitude for Shi Feiyang, and their gazes toward him were filled with respect and admiration.

Seeing this, Xiao Lingling, wielding the "Mandarin Duck Blades," seized the opportunity to raise her fist high. Her movements were agile, like an eagle spreading its wings to take flight. She shouted in a sweet voice, "Raise your mighty swords high, invincible under heaven! Unify the martial world, for eternity!"

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley.

The guards and soldiers responded enthusiastically, shouting loudly, their voices shaking the heavens and echoing for a long time.

In an instant, the entire capital of the Lindan tribe was immersed in a sea of ​​jubilation, with everyone's face beaming with happiness and pride.

A faint smile appeared on Shi Feiyang's lips, a smile that carried a hint of composure after experiencing the vicissitudes of life.

He knew in his heart that once he had status and power, people would naturally cheer for him, without him needing to hint or explicitly state anything. Such was the nature of human nature in this world.

As evening falls, the afterglow of the setting sun, like a golden veil, gently spills across the earth, bathing the entire capital in a golden hue.

More than 3,000 disciples of the Xiong Ying Society, led by elders Liao Pei, Lie Quan, and Wu Zhong, along with Lin Wanqing, Liu Guihua, Shan Zhi, and Shi Xiong, carrying the white tiger, returned to the capital of the Lindan tribe in a grand procession.

Their steps were synchronized, their momentum unstoppable, their shadows stretched long in the setting sun, making them appear exceptionally magnificent, like an invincible iron army. Seeing this, Dang Xin was overjoyed and ordered another banquet to be prepared. With Shi Feiyang's generous donation and ample provisions, everyone drank heartily. In an instant, the aroma of wine filled the air, and laughter echoed throughout every corner of the capital.

In this lively atmosphere, the atmosphere in Lin Dan's capital city was pushed to its extreme.

Everyone was singing and laughing, their faces beaming with happiness.

Shi Feiyang and Princess Gugra were surrounded by stars, enjoying supreme honor.

They held hands, their fingers intertwined, as if they held each other's entire world in their hands.

The two were enjoying the joy and happiness of their new marriage. Their sweet appearance made them seem like a perfect couple, which was the envy of everyone.

On this vast grassland, their love story shines like a brilliant star in everyone's hearts, becoming a beautiful tale.

Time flows by like a gentle stream, and before we know it, tens of thousands of people and more than three thousand disciples of the Xiong Ying Society have spent a whole month in the joyful and enthusiastic atmosphere of Lindan's capital.

For the past month, Shi Feiyang and Princess Gugra have been newlyweds, their love as deep and sweet as twin lotus blossoms.

Beautiful love makes men more handsome and women more beautiful.

Shi Feiyang appeared increasingly imposing, his handsome face exuding a composure and confidence that came with experience.

He exudes a captivating charm in every gesture, like a born leader whose every move draws everyone's attention.

Princess Gugra became even more beautiful and charming, her eyes filled with affection, like the most beautiful flower blooming in spring, so beautiful that one could not take their eyes off her.

Her every smile and frown was like a gentle breeze in spring, softly caressing people's hearts and captivating them.

In the gentle flow of time, the two fully enjoyed their sweet love. Every glance they exchanged was like a spark ignited by stars colliding in the night sky; every tender touch was like a sweet splash of water in the long river of time.

The elders of the Xiong Ying Society, Liao Pei, the master of "Tongbei Fist," and Lie Quan, the master of "Qiankun Blade," are seasoned veterans of the martial world. Their eyes are sharp and discerning, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, seeing through all things in the world.

They knew that time waits for no one and that the great cause was not yet completed. This was like a sharp sword hanging over their heads, constantly reminding them not to slack off.

Moreover, the grasslands at the end of summer already had a hint of coolness, and a gust of wind carried a touch of desolation.

Now is the perfect time to set off for Bozhou and assist the government troops in suppressing the rebellion.

So, on this day, Liao Pei and Lie Quan arrived side by side at the door of Shi Feiyang and Princess Gugra's room. They knocked, their voices steady and powerful, like the beating of war drums. Then they shouted, "Chief, the situation is urgent, and the great undertaking is not yet complete. Shouldn't we set off for Bozhou?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang reached out and opened the door, his movements steady and composed.

He nodded slightly, his expression solemn, like a majestic mountain peak that, though weathered by storms, still stands firm.

His gaze was deep, as if he could see through the vicissitudes of the world, and he slowly said, "What the two elders say is very true. Elder Liao, Elder Lie, you should lead your troops ahead first, and my wives, children, and I will follow later. On this trip, we will also go to Ningxia to find some crucial weapons for the purpose of suppressing the rebellion."

His voice was firm and steady, displaying the demeanor of a leader, which instilled a sense of trust and reassurance in those who heard it.

Upon hearing this, Liao Pei and Lie Quan immediately clasped their hands in a respectful salute, their movements perfectly synchronized, displaying the boldness and discipline of江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people of the martial arts world). They responded in unison, "We respectfully obey the Grand Master's command!"

After saying this, the two turned around and left with brisk steps to prepare for their departure.

Their figures faded into the distance under the setting sun, yet they carried boundless strength, forging ahead bravely towards unknown challenges.

Princess Gugra stood quietly to the side, listening to every word of the conversation between Shi Feiyang, Liao Pei, and Lie Quan.

Her heart was filled with a mixture of emotions, a deep reluctance to part, yet she also deeply understood that Shi Feiyang bore the heavy responsibility of saving the world—his mission and his duty. Tears welled up in her eyes like spring rain, swirling until they finally spilled over.

She suppressed the sobs welling up inside her and tried to calm herself, but her voice still trembled slightly as she spoke softly yet firmly: "My husband, I know I cannot keep you here. The journey to Bozhou is long, arduous, and fraught with danger. I can only pray to Heaven for mercy and for your safe return soon. I will sincerely pray for you every day on this vast grassland, hoping for a smooth journey."

Her eyes held a mixture of longing and worry, like the stars and clouds in the night sky. Her glistening tears slid slowly down her cheeks, adding to her delicate and charming appearance, making people feel pity for her.

Upon seeing this scene, Shi Feiyang felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and a sharp pain surged through him.

He reached out his hand, a large and warm hand, and gently wiped away Princess Gugra's tears. His voice was as soft as a spring breeze, carrying a hint of comfort: "Princess, rest assured, I, Shi Feiyang, will do my utmost to return safely. Once the rebellion is over, I will immediately return to your side, and we will never be separated again. I will spend the rest of my life with you."

His words, like the warm sunshine of spring, gently touched Princess Gugra's heart, bringing her endless comfort and calming her previously uneasy heart.

That evening, to show his respect and gratitude to Shi Feiyang and others, the Khan of the Lindan tribe, Dangxin, specially hosted a grand banquet to bid farewell to Shi Feiyang, Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, Bai Zhi, Liu Guihua, Shi Xiong and others in the palace.

The banquet was brightly lit, as if it were daytime, illuminating every corner and reflecting on everyone's faces. The aroma of wine filled the air, its rich fragrance intoxicating.

Dang Xin raised his wine cup high, his expression solemn and dignified, and said loudly, "My dear son-in-law and all you heroes, your journey to Bozhou to quell the rebellion is a truly righteous act, for the sake of the well-being of all people. I, the Khan, hereby toast you all, wishing you a resounding victory, swift success, and a triumphant return!" With that, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, his bold and unrestrained manner displaying the demeanor of a Great Khan.

Shi Feiyang also raised his glass, his posture upright, like a pine tree that stands tall and unyielding.

He rose to return the greeting, his voice firm and powerful, like the resounding toll of a bell, echoing throughout the banquet: "Thank you for your gracious hospitality, Great Khan. We will certainly do our utmost to live up to your trust and the expectations of all people. We will use our fervent hearts to quell the rebellion and restore peace to the world." His words were like a reassuring pill, filling everyone present with confidence and strength.

Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, Bai Zhi, and others also stood up, raising their wine glasses to toast each other.

For a time, the banquet was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation as everyone wished each other well.

However, beneath this lively atmosphere, there was a subtle hint of melancholy at parting, like a cool breeze in spring that stirred a sense of sadness in one's heart.

Shi Feiyang and his wives disguised themselves as a merchant caravan and quietly left the Lindan tribe, heading towards the border.

Along the way, the sound of horses' hooves was crisp and clear, like the rapid beat of drums, and the wheels rolled, raising clouds of dust.

Everyone was on high alert, their eyes sharp, constantly watching their surroundings.

Just then, dust billowed in the distance, resembling a yellow dragon galloping towards them.

A white figure riding a chestnut steed arrived like a bolt of lightning. It was Ellie.

She wore a simple white silk dress, which fluttered in the wind like a white lotus blooming in the desert, pure and ethereal, untouched by worldly dust. She held a compass carriage in her hand, which swayed steadily on the bumpy road, as if supported by an invisible hand, completely unaffected. From afar, Ellie called out, "My husband, I, Ellie, have arrived! Hehe!"

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a silver bell echoing in the vast desert, and her laughter was full of joy and happiness.

Upon hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. He immediately leaped off his horse, his agile movements like a soaring eagle, tracing a graceful arc in the air before landing gracefully behind Yili.

He gently wrapped his arms around Ellie's slender waist, his movements tender and natural.

Ellie turned her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling with tenderness, like the shimmering lake in spring.

She gave Shi Feiyang a light kiss. The couple, reunited after a long separation, were overflowing with excitement, and the air around them seemed to warm with their joy.

Elizabeth slowly reined in her horse and stopped, her gaze sweeping over the ladies beside her, including Lin Wanqing, Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Liu Guihua.

In an instant, her heart tightened slightly, and a hint of jealousy quietly welled up inside her, like a spring breeze rippling across a calm lake. But she knew her place and forcibly suppressed her emotions, though she maintained a smile on her face.

That smile, however, was like a flower in spring, seemingly beautiful, yet unable to conceal the hint of loneliness in her eyes.

Shi Feiyang saw this and understood Yili's thoughts. He smiled slightly, a smile filled with doting care. He reached into the mysterious deerskin pouch at his waist and took out a Xu Fu elixir that emitted a strange light.

As soon as the elixir appeared, it emitted a faint fragrance that lingered around everyone.

The fragrance seemed to possess a magical power, making people feel refreshed and relaxed.

Shi Feiyang, with a solemn expression, slowly said to Yili, "Madam, this is Xu Fu's elixir, of extraordinary origin. I have gone through many trials and tribulations, narrowly escaping death, to obtain this treasure. Today I entrust it to you, hoping that you will take it, which will surely greatly enhance your martial arts skills and give you more power to protect yourself in this martial world." His voice was steady and firm, revealing his deep care for Yili.

Every word carried boundless warmth as it reached Elizabeth's ears.

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Ellie's eyes, and her hands trembled slightly with excitement.

She took the elixir and examined it carefully.

"Husband, this...this is really for me?" Ellie asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Shi Feiyang nodded gently, his eyes full of encouragement.

Without further hesitation, Ellie put the elixir into her mouth. Instantly, a surge of heat rose from her abdomen. She felt her body temperature rise sharply, and the energy within her surged like a river bursting its banks.

Ellie's expression changed, knowing that she had to quickly circulate her internal energy to regulate her breathing, otherwise this powerful internal force could very likely disrupt her meridians.

She hurriedly apologized to everyone and quickly went into the tent to meditate and cultivate her inner strength.

Inside the tent, Ellie closed her eyes and focused her mind, guiding the raging internal energy within her body to slowly circulate through her meridians.

Her mind was filled with a multitude of thoughts. She thought of her husband's affection for her, Lin Wanqing's gentle grace, Gong Simeng's versatility, Bai Zhi's extraordinary talent, Liu Guihua's assistance to Shi Feiyang in establishing the Xiong Ying Society, and Princess Gugra's efforts to strengthen the alliance between the Lindan tribe and the Xiong Ying Society. Thinking of all this, the jealousy in Elizabeth's heart gradually dissipated. She couldn't help but think to herself, "Never mind, everyone is doing this for my husband, for the development and growth of the Xiong Ying Society."

The elixir not only increased Ellie's internal strength a hundredfold in an instant, but also broadened her mind considerably. During a break from practicing her internal energy, Ellie thought about how she was still not pregnant and had no children, and a faint sadness welled up in her heart.

The proud woman thought that if she divorced Shi Feiyang now, she would never have a child, which would be a real pity.

Therefore, she quickly adjusted her mood and continued to focus on cultivating her inner strength, hoping to make this powerful force her own as soon as possible.

Lin Wanqing quietly walked to Shi Feiyang's side and whispered a scolding, "I never expected you to be so good at coaxing women. You're such a Casanova! You're usually so quiet and reserved, but you're actually incredibly shrewd. You're ruthless in your schemes and dealings with people, and you have everything under control."

Shi Feiyang smiled but didn't say anything or defend himself. He knew in his heart that arguing with a woman would only make things worse. Women like to hear lies, but if he told lies all day long, he would be exhausted.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves, like rolling thunder, boomed from the horizon, as if a thousand horses were charging in, the force of which shook the earth. Looking up, they saw dust billowing into the sky, like a surging black tide, sweeping in and instantly turning the distant horizon a hazy yellow. Shi Feiyang and the others immediately understood that they had been attacked by a group of unknown bandits.

This band of bandits was numerous, densely packed, like an ant colony swarming over its nest, stretching as far as the eye could see.

They were dressed in various coarse linen garments, yet they could not conceal the fierce aura emanating from them. Moreover, they were well-equipped, and the weapons in their hands gleamed coldly, like countless chilling stars in the sunlight, each glint telling of the impending carnage.

Like a pack of ravenous wolves, they roared and charged madly toward the "caravan." Their menacing and murderous intent clearly indicated that they coveted the caravan's valuables and intended to commit inhumane acts of murder and robbery.

Upon seeing this, Lin Wanqing's beautiful eyes widened instantly, like a sudden flash of cold stars, their clear light revealing a resolute determination.

She gave a sharp shout, her voice clear yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, go and protect my sister, Ellie!"

She knew perfectly well that Ellie was currently inside the tent, fully refining the Xu Fu elixir. If she were disturbed at this moment, her internal energy would surge out of control like a burst dam, causing her blood vessels to rupture and her life to be in imminent danger.

This was a critical moment concerning Ellie's life or death, and she could not afford to make the slightest mistake.

With her daughter on her back and her son in her arms, Gong Simeng's expression was as calm as a deep, unfathomable pool, undisturbed by any ripples.

She walked steadily to the front of Ellie's tent and sat down, her posture calm and composed, like a majestic mountain peak, giving people a sense of endless peace of mind.

The Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, who always obeyed her commands, immediately stood like two towering mountains, firmly guarding her side. Their fierce aura proclaimed to the world that this was their territory, which they were determined to protect with their lives, and no one could set foot inside.

Shi Xiong carefully took the guqin off the carriage. His hands trembled slightly, a testament to his deep respect for the instrument and the tension arising from the impending bloody battle.

A dozen maids moved swiftly and skillfully, quickly moving tables and chairs in front of Gong Simeng, setting up the guqin and serving tea.

Their eyes were resolute, and despite being women, they showed no fear in this critical moment.

Liu Guihua also rushed over and took the son from Gong Simeng's arms with gentle yet swift movements, allowing Gong Simeng to concentrate on her piano playing.

At the same time, Liu Guihua took the snake whip from her slender waist. The snake whip trembled slightly in her hand, like a snake poised to strike at any moment.

Gong Simeng's delicate fingers danced lightly across the strings, producing beautiful music that flowed like a gentle spring. The music seemed to possess a magical power, soothing Yili's heart and gradually calming the minds of everyone present.

The sound of the piano flowed through the air, like an invisible barrier, isolating it from the noise and danger of the outside world.

However, the bandits had no idea of ​​the beauty of the music. The leader was the first to recover from his shock, his face contorted like a demon. He grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth, and roared, "Take all these women away and make them my wives! The men are all targets, shoot them all dead!" His voice was hoarse and fierce, like the cry of an owl, sending chills down everyone's spine.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bandits raised their crossbows, their dark muzzles like the mouths of ferocious beasts ready to devour their prey, and aimed them at the "caravan".

A thick, oppressive killing intent instantly filled the air, like a heavy gloom that made it hard to breathe. Lin Wanqing held her infant son in one arm and gripped her longsword in the other, her figure graceful yet exuding an indomitable spirit.

She stood gracefully and dignified beside Gong Simeng, like a red plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow. Though seemingly delicate, she exuded an awe-inspiring strength. Her gaze was firm as she stared at the bandits ahead, declaring to them that they would not take anything from here.

Bai Zhi, holding her son in one arm and gripping a barbed silver stick in the other, stood beside the tent with a cold and stern expression.

Her eyes, as cold as a deep pool, seemed capable of freezing an enemy instantly.

The maids continued to cook and prepare meals in an orderly manner, remaining calm and composed without any sign of panic.

In this tense and life-or-death moment, the small caravan remained remarkably calm, with not a single member panicking. Their composure and fortitude were truly moving.

Shi Feiyang's heart was already burning with rage, but he forced himself to suppress it. His figure stood like a pine tree, rooted to the earth, steady and unshakable. He had already activated the Mingyu Skill, and the true energy within his body circulated like a surging river, emitting bursts of roar.

He snorted coldly at the bandits carrying the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow. The snort was like the mournful howl of a wolf in the cold night, carrying endless majesty and bone-chilling coldness, echoing in the air and making the bandits tremble.

The "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was activated in response to his command. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, instantly illuminating the darkness.

In an instant, an invisible yet immense force surged forth, like a winter blizzard, sweeping away with overwhelming force. The bandits felt a bone-chilling cold rush towards them, their bodies instantly covered in frost, their skin cracking and making a "crackling" sound, as if ice were shattering.

Their bones creaked and groaned, on the verge of falling apart under this immense force. In the blink of an eye, their bodies were torn to pieces, and even their warhorses were not spared, shattering into fragments and collapsing to the ground. The grass was instantly covered with ice shards, shimmering coldly in the sunlight, resembling a desolate ice field, exuding a chilling aura.

Immediately afterward, Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with both feet, his figure like a white cloud swept up by a gale, or an eagle soaring through the sky, gracefully and swiftly sweeping towards the bandit group. He unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," swiftly executing the move "Welcoming Guests from the Pine Tree." His palms slashed horizontally, gleaming with a chilling light, as if wielding two frost blades formed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Wherever they went, the air seemed to be cut by the sharp blades, emitting a sharp "hissing" sound.

Shi Feiyang's figure was graceful, and every movement was as smooth as flowing water, extremely elegant, and with an innate boldness and unrestrained spirit.

His palms were like two cold, frost-covered blades. He moved freely among the bandits, like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep. The swift and sharp blade energy he unleashed from his palms caused the bandits to scream in agony, blood to splatter everywhere, and severed limbs to fly off, creating a bloody and terrifying scene.

Some bandits were sent flying by his palm strike, spitting out blood as they arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground; others were swept by his palm wind, their bodies instantly torn apart, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground in a gruesome sight.

Shi Xiong, standing to the side, witnessed Shi Feiyang displaying his prowess and was not to be outdone.

He was agile, like a nimble cheetah, and quickly used the hidden weapon skills taught by Shan Zhi, the "Plum Blossom Dart".

The poisoned darts in his hand gleamed with a cold, eerie light, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky. Each dart, carrying a sharp, swift wind, traced a dark, gleaming arc through the air before hurtling precisely toward the bandits.

Each poison cone shot out with a whistling sound, like a sharp arrow piercing the sky.

The poisoned spike struck the bandits with a series of muffled "thuds." Some of the bandits were stunned at first, then screamed in agony, clutching their wounds and collapsing to the ground, writhing in agony. The deadly poison on the spike took effect rapidly.

The bandits' faces instantly turned bluish-purple, black blood gushing from their mouths, their bodies twisting and contorting, emitting pitiful screams as they rolled and writhed on the ground, as if possessed by demons.

Shi Xiong's hidden weapon skills were like a sudden black storm, throwing the bandits into chaos.

The once orderly and ferocious bandit formation crumbled instantly. They scattered in all directions, in complete chaos, some bumping into each other, others falling to the ground, creating a scene of utter confusion.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader of the bandits secretly groaned, knowing that he had met a formidable enemy today, and tried to escape.

Although he was still some distance from Shi Feiyang, he could still clearly feel the terrifying power of the "Shocking Calamity" divine skill.

His warhorse seemed to sense a deadly threat, rearing up, neighing, and shaking violently, as if trying its best to resist the powerful force. The bandit leader's face was ashen, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with terror and panic.

How could Shi Feiyang let him escape? A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, like a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky, and he instantly quickened his pace of attack.

He moved like a ghost through the bandits, his speed dazzling the eye.

His palms danced in a blur, each strike generating a sharp gust of wind, as if he were wielding two Heavenly Frost Blades formed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, their blade energy crisscrossing. Wherever the blade energy passed, the air seemed to be sliced ​​by the sharp blades, emitting a piercing hissing sound.

The bandits fell one after another, some cut in half at the waist, their blood gushing out and staining large patches of grass red; others had their heads cut off, their headless bodies still lunging forward several steps due to inertia, the scene extremely bloody and terrifying.

Before long, most of the bandits had been killed by Shi Feiyang.

The grass was littered with corpses, lying haphazardly, some missing limbs, some with their bellies ripped open and intestines spilling out. The stench of blood permeated the air, like a thick gloom shrouding the entire battlefield, making one want to vomit.

The dead horses lay scattered on the ground, some still twitching slightly, as if telling of the pain before their lives ended.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and horse manure, and the presence of many more dead horses that could be used to make rations added to the desolation and tragedy. Shi Feiyang flashed like a ghost and appeared before the bandit leader, who was still covered in frost and swaying uncontrollably.

His five fingers, as strong as steel, gripped the bandit leader's shoulder blade with immense force.

With a loud "crack," as if a boulder had shattered, the bandit leader's shoulder blade was instantly crushed. The bandit leader's eyes widened, and he let out an extremely shrill scream that pierced the sky, like the cry of an owl, sending chills down everyone's spine.

His face was contorted with pain, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face like rain, dripping onto the blood-stained grass.

Shi Feiyang's gaze was like a blazing star in the cold night, fixed on the bandit leader, piercing straight to the depths of his soul. He spoke coldly, his voice deep yet filled with boundless authority, like the north wind of winter, carrying ice and snow, asking each word clearly: "Who exactly are you? And who ordered you to attack my caravan? If you don't explain yourselves clearly today, you will wish you were dead!"

Shi Feiyang's words carried an irresistible sense of oppression, like a towering mountain pressing down on the bandit leader, making it hard for him to breathe.

The bandit leader felt a pang of panic under Shi Feiyang's intense gaze, but years of experience in the martial world had instilled in him a stubborn streak. He clenched his teeth, his facial muscles twitching slightly from the effort, his jaw clicking, refusing to confess. His tightly closed lips were like an impregnable city gate, sealing all his secrets within, impossible for anyone to pry open.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath, radiating a chilling light. He instantly increased the pressure on his hand, his five fingers digging deep into the bandit leader's shoulder blade like steel pincers, almost crushing it into powder.

The bandit leader felt a sharp pain, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his bone marrow at the same time, or as if countless venomous snakes were tearing at his body.

The pain caused his face to turn as pale as paper, completely bloodless, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face like rain, soaking his clothes.

Finally, unable to endure the excruciating pain any longer, he stammered, "We...we are not ordinary bandits, it was...it was the Watt tribe that orchestrated this. They...they wanted to weaken the economic power of other tribes by plundering caravans, so that...so that they could gain an advantage in the struggle for supremacy on the grasslands...Also, in the castle behind, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, Lan Xiaodie, the master of the Famous Sword Manor, Dugu Yan, the young master of the Divine Sword Manor, Xie Zhichuan, and 'Beyond the Great Wall's Enchantress, Fu Anxing, are drinking and discussing matters with the tribal Khan, Lielebaha."

The bandit leader spoke, panting heavily, his voice filled with pain and fear, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. Hearing this, Shi Feiyang thought to himself, "This Watt tribe is indeed restless, attempting to gain an advantage in the grassland power struggle through such despicable means. It seems the conflicts on the grasslands are far from over, and an even greater storm is likely imminent. Various forces are stirring, and the martial world is about to descend into a bloodbath."

At this thought, a surge of anger welled up in his heart, like a raging fire that instantly devoured his reason.

He suddenly exerted force with his foot and kicked the bandit leader.

This kick contained profound internal force, like a giant axe splitting mountains, carrying a world-destroying momentum.

The bandit leader screamed and fell dozens of feet like a kite with a broken string.

Upon landing, a sound of bones shattering echoed, like porcelain falling to the ground. His body was torn apart, broken into 179 pieces, leaving no intact corpse—a gruesome sight. A pool of indistinct flesh and blood appeared on the grass, blood gushing out and forming a dark red stream that flowed slowly down the slope, telling the story of the brutal massacre.

Shi Feiyang turned around and solemnly instructed Lin Wanqing, "Wanqing, you stay here and guard this place. This place concerns our safety, so you must not be negligent in the slightest." Lin Wanqing nodded slightly, her eyes firm, and replied softly, "Husband, rest assured, with me here, I will not let anyone disturb Sister Yili and the others."

Shi Feiyang's gaze was sharp as he calmly looked at Shi Xiong, the maids, and the ninety disciples of the Xiong Ying Society. His voice was as deep as a bell as he said, "Shi Xiong, you lead everyone to boldly set up more tents. Firstly, this will serve as a long-term plan, giving us a stable foothold on this grassland; secondly, it will also confuse the enemy, making them unable to discern our strength and weakness, and causing them to believe that we have a large force here."

His words revealed the shrewdness and composure of someone who had been through many trials in the martial world. Upon hearing this, Shi Xiong immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute and accepted the order, his voice loud and firm: "Yes, Chief!" His upright posture displayed the boldness and competence of a true hero of the martial world.

Upon receiving the order, everyone sprang into action, each fulfilling their assigned duties.

In no time, the camp was bustling with activity. Everyone worked quickly and efficiently, setting up tents and making the canvas flutter in the wind. Soon, more tents were erected on the grassland, making it look like a temporary city of tents from a distance.

Then, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, gathered his energy, and leaped into the air, unleashing his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill.

With a flash, he streaked across the sky like a dazzling white light, hurtling toward the Watt tribe's castle.

His movements were light and swift, as if he had merged with the heavens and earth, becoming a part of nature, leaving only a faint afterimage, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, making it difficult to catch his trace. He galloped across the grassland, the grass beneath his feet trembling slightly, yet he did not stop for a moment, rushing towards the castle filled with intrigue and danger.

Inside the castle, the lights were so bright it was like daytime.

The hall was filled with the aroma of wine, and a table was laden with delicacies.

Lie Liebaha was sitting with Lan Xiaodie, Xie Zhichuan, Fu Anxing, and Dugu Yan, each with their own thoughts on their faces.

Lelebaha raised his wine glass, a smug smile playing on his lips, a smile that betrayed his cunning and ambition. He said, “Gentlemen, although the Lindan tribe repelled the alliance of the Ordos and Khorchin tribes in this battle, they have also suffered heavy losses. Now, the Ordos tribe is defeated and demoralized, like a wilted eggplant; the Khorchin tribe has run out of money and supplies, like a weaned child. This is the perfect opportunity for us to strike and gain the upper hand in the struggle for supremacy on the grasslands.”

His voice carried an air of unwavering confidence, as if victory was already in his grasp, and his eyes gleamed with greed.

Lan Xiaodie's lips curled up slightly, revealing a charming smile.

Her smile was like a poppy blooming in spring, beautiful yet deadly alluring. She gently swirled the wine in her glass, the liquid making a crisp sound, and said softly, "What the Great Khan says is absolutely right. The poison skills of my Five Poisons Sect are unparalleled in the martial world, and will certainly be of great help to the Great Khan. Simply poison their water or food, and they will fall into chaos without a fight, their army will disintegrate, and they will become a pile of loose sand."

Her voice was soft and melodious, yet it sent chills down one's spine, as if her words carried a deadly poison, each one like a poisonous needle piercing the heart.

(End of this chapter)