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

Chapter 267. Sword Shadows and Blade Light: In the inn, heroic spirit and chivalry battle amidst the clouds.
Shi Xiong stared intently at the white-robed scholar trapped in the silkworm net, his poison dagger moving with effortless ease, each swing accompanied by a chilling, bone-deep glint of light.

The cold light traced deadly arcs in the air, like shooting stars flashing in the dark night, yet carrying a deadly aura.

These streaks of cold light put the white-robed scholar in a dilemma within the silken web.

He had to wield his sword with all his might to cut through the incredibly tough silkworm web, trying to break free from this prison-like confinement; at the same time, he had to be constantly vigilant against the sudden attacks of the poisonous horns, which, with a whistling sound, were like a deadly impermanence, attacking from all sorts of tricky angles.

The scholar in white was like an ant on a hot pan, frantically trying to do something.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like beads from a broken string, sliding down his face, which was contorted with fear.

His breathing was rapid, like a bellows, each gasp accompanied by a heavy "whoosh," like an oil lamp about to burn out, his breath growing weaker and weaker. His expression grew increasingly panicked, his eyes filled with despair, like a trapped beast, isolated and helpless, struggling futilely within the narrow web of silkworm silk.

Just when everyone thought the white-robed scholar was about to surrender and the thrilling battle was about to end, a sudden change occurred. The green-robed scholar, who had been locked in fierce combat with Guo Xiangyu, caught a glimpse of the white-robed scholar in such a desperate situation out of the corner of his eye. His heart tightened, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart.

He knew that if the white-robed scholar were captured, his side would be doomed.

At that moment, he suddenly made a feint, his jade flute drawing a strange arc in the air, pretending to launch a full-scale attack.

Upon seeing this, Guo Xiangyu was startled and quickly raised her bamboo knife to defend herself.

However, the scholar in the green robe was just a feint. Taking advantage of Guo Xiangyu's defensive move, he flashed like a ghost, fast as lightning, and rushed towards Xie Wen and Shi Xiong. His speed was as fast as a gust of wind.

The scholar in the green robe rushed forward, brandishing his jade flute. A sharp gust of wind howled from the flute, like an invisible dragon, swiftly attacking Xie Wen. His intention was to distract Xie Wen and rescue the scholar in white.

As the "Flying Eagle Detective," Xie Wen possessed extremely keen senses and instantly detected the approaching danger.

His expression changed slightly, like a lightning bolt flashing across a cold night, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He had no choice but to dodge to the side, the sharp wind whistling past his clothes and bringing with it a gust of cold air.

As a result, the offensive of the Heavenly Silkworm Net in his hand was also momentarily halted, and a slight flaw appeared in the originally tight net.

The scholar in white seized this fleeting opportunity, enduring the excruciating pain that felt like being torn apart, and mobilized the remaining true energy within his body.

Suddenly, the sword in his hand burst forth with a dazzling light, a light like the dawn before sunrise, yet carrying boundless killing intent.

He unleashed a fierce "Splitting Light and Shadow Sword" move, a unique skill of his sect. The sword strike created a multitude of sword shadows, as if countless swords were thrusting out simultaneously. The sheer power of this sword move tore a large hole in the silken net covering his body, causing the tough silk threads to snap and hiss.

Upon seeing this, the scholar in white robes' eyes flashed with wild joy. He moved swiftly, like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, attempting to escape through the gap and ascend to heaven.

Seeing this, Shi Xiong was extremely anxious, as if his eyebrows were on fire.

He unleashed a barrage of poisoned darts at the white-robed scholar, each dart tracing a black arc through the air with a sharp whistling sound, resembling a swarm of black arrows.

The scholar in white wielded his sword to deflect the poisoned horn spikes, the sword clashing with the spikes with a crisp "clang" sound; at the same time, he fled towards the courtyard, his steps hurried and frantic, like a hare being chased by a hunter.

Xie Wen snorted coldly, his voice booming like a bell, echoing in the tense atmosphere.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, like the eyes of a wolf in the cold night, radiating a chilling light.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and chased after the white-robed scholar like an arrow released from a bow. His speed was so fast that it was impossible to keep up with.

The moment he approached the scholar in white, a hidden weapon suddenly appeared in his hand, gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the dim moonlight.

With a flick of his wrist, the hidden weapon shot towards the white-robed scholar's back like a shooting star.

The hidden weapon, accompanied by a whistling sound, streaked across the night sky like a shooting star with a long tail.

The scholar in white sensed the danger behind him, was greatly alarmed, and tried to dodge.

However, at this moment, Shi Xiong's poisoned horn had already pierced his chest. Helpless, he had no choice but to swing his sword to block the poisoned horn in front of his chest.

In that split second, he had no time to dodge the hidden weapon behind him.

With a muffled "thud," the hidden weapon struck him precisely in the back.

He swayed, his steps faltering, like a flickering candle in a storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xie Wen's eyes flashed with determination, and he once again threw out the Heavenly Silkworm Net.

The net quickly unfurled in the air, like a giant silver curtain descending from the sky, once again enveloping the white-robed scholar.

Then, he exerted force with both hands, his arm muscles tensed, and his veins bulged, and he actually lifted the white-robed scholar who was trapped in the silkworm net.

Shi Xiong and Shi Xiong worked together seamlessly, with his poisoned horn cones constantly harassing the scholar in white, their cold light flashing, making it impossible for the scholar to defend against them.

The scholar in white struggled desperately within the silken net, uttering cries of despair, but all his efforts were in vain.

At this moment, the inn seemed to be shrouded in a bloody gloom.

The cold wind howled, stirring up dust and blood from the ground, which mixed together, filling the air with a strong, pungent smell of blood.

Guo Xiangyu stood to the side, holding a bamboo knife, her eyes firm and burning.

She held Shi Feiyang in high esteem and admiration. In the fierce battle, she displayed her daring, passionate, and decisive character. Normally, she served Shi Feiyang diligently and attentively, arranging everything perfectly; now, on the battlefield, she showed no fear, each strike of her sword accompanied by a whistling sound, displaying a heroic spirit that rivaled any man.

Shi Feiyang stood on high ground, looking down at everything.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his eyes revealing determination and resolve, as if he were the master of this world.

He shook his head slightly, sighed deeply, and said, "This world of martial arts is filled with constant strife and suffering, which is not what I want. Although I, Shi Feiyang, am just a martial artist, I am well aware of the suffering of the people. Today, I will definitely sweep away the evil in this world, restore peace to the martial arts world, and bring tranquility to the people of the world."

His voice was powerful and resonant, echoing throughout the world, carrying an awe-inspiring domineering presence and a broad-mindedness that encompassed the world.

Xie Wen's arm muscles tensed, veins bulging, and he slammed the white-robed scholar trapped in the silkworm net to the ground with tremendous force. The slam was like Mount Tai crashing down, causing the ground to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, he moved with a fast pace and showed no mercy, throwing the white-robed scholar to the ground seven or eight times in succession.

With each fall, the white-robed scholar let out a muffled groan of extreme pain. The sound was deep and suppressed, like being repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer, echoing continuously in the quiet yet extremely tense courtyard, like a tragic lament.

The scholar in white felt as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart, each one emitting a painful groan.

The pain made his face turn ashen, devoid of any color. His lips trembled, and blood slowly seeped from his mouth, the crimson blood sliding down the corner of his lips and dripping onto the cold ground.

His eyes became unfocused and dazed, he felt dizzy and his consciousness gradually blurred, and he almost completely lost the ability to resist.

At this moment, his body lay limp on the ground, like a lifeless lump of mud, at the mercy of others.

Under Shi Xiong's rapid and deadly attack with poisonous spikes, the white-robed scholar finally lost all strength to struggle.

The poisoned horn spike, accompanied by a whistling sound, precisely pierced his vital point.

His body rapidly turned black, a sign that the deadly poison had invaded his system. Immediately afterwards, a nauseating stench filled the air, mingling with the bloody atmosphere of the battlefield, creating an even more terrifying and sinister scene.

At this moment, the scholar in the green robe witnessed the tragic death of his companion. He was like a mad beast, his eyes bloodshot and his face contorted.

He brandished his jade flute, chasing after Xie Wen and Shi Xiong like a madman.

The biting wind was like a series of sharp blades, cutting painfully into people's faces.

The wind howled, making his blue robe flutter loudly.

His blue robe now resembled a tattered mourning cloth, fluttering in the wind, foreshadowing his impending tragic fate.

Suddenly, a gust of wind, sharp as a knife, came whistling from behind, just like the sharp sound of an owl swooping down to pounce on its prey. The scholar in the green robe was startled and instinctively grabbed his jade flute and turned to block.

However, little did he know that Shi Feiyang's sharp sword energy was far beyond what his mere jade flute could withstand.

Shi Feiyang stood tall and imposing not far away, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his aura majestic and unshakeable, like a towering mountain. Although he held no knife, he exuded an invisible yet sharp domineering aura, as if he were the master of heaven and earth.

His gaze was piercing, like stars in a cold night, fixed on the scholar in the blue robe. His eyes were resolute and ruthless, as if he had seen through the scholar's very soul.

Shi Feiyang slightly raised his hand, the movement seemingly gentle, yet containing boundless power.

He unleashed a palm strike from a distance, and in an instant, a dazzling blade of energy condensed into form.

The blade energy, like a golden lightning bolt, swept towards the scholar in green with overwhelming force and lightning speed. Wherever the blade energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible blade, emitting a "sizzling" sound, telling of the terrifying power.

The powerful force also stirred up the dust on the ground, forming a small dust storm that swept up sand and stones, obscuring the sky and the sun.

A sharp "crack" resounded, like a bolt from the blue, or like a thousand-year-old block of ice shattering in an instant, piercing the silent yet suffocatingly tense courtyard. The scholar in his green robe and playing the jade flute was cleaved in two by the force of the blade's sharp energy.

The two halves of the corpse, propelled by powerful inertia, flew to either side and crashed heavily to the ground.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the crimson bloodstains spread rapidly across the cold ground. Under the dim moonlight, it emitted a nauseating stench, resembling a gruesome painting of hell, a sight to behold.

The fierce battle in the courtyard continued in full swing. Guo Xiangyu was like a resilient rose standing tall in the storm, graceful yet incredibly tenacious.

She appeared relaxed and at ease during her fierce battle with the scholar in gray and the scholar in black.

Her movements were lithe and graceful, like a butterfly dancing in a raging wind, light and elegant, weaving nimbly through the flashing blades as if she were a fish in water. Her bamboo sword danced, its cold light gleaming, each strike accompanied by a whooshing sound, carrying with it the biting chill of the mountains.

The bamboo sword clashed with the opponent's weapon, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

Meanwhile, the gray-robed scholar and the black-robed scholar who were fighting her were already terrified.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness. After all, their two companions had died tragically in this courtyard, and the bloody scene haunted their minds like a nightmare, impossible to shake off.

They had long lost the will to fight and only wanted to escape this terrible inn, this hellish place.

However, Guo Xiangyu was not about to let them off so easily. Her beautiful eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she shouted, "You have committed many evil deeds today, don't even think about escaping from my grasp, give me your lives!" With that, she swung her bamboo knife even more swiftly, unleashing her sect's ultimate technique, the "Three Talents of the Mysterious Sword Technique." This sword technique was unpredictable, with every move and stance concealing hidden secrets, tightly restraining the gray-robed and black-robed scholars, making it difficult for them to break free.

Shi Feiyang stood aside, witnessing all this. He shook his head slightly, sighed deeply, and said, "This martial world is fraught with turmoil, constant strife, and widespread suffering—this is truly not my wish. Although I, Shi Feiyang, am merely a martial artist, I have the world in my heart and care for the common people. Today, I will surely sweep away the evil in this world, restore order to the martial world, and bring peace to the people." His voice was powerful and resonant, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, carrying an awe-inspiring domineering spirit and a broad-mindedness that captivated all, like a resounding bell, shaking the very soul.

At the same time, Xie Wen and Shi Xiong worked in perfect harmony with Shi Feiyang. The three of them stood quietly to the side, their postures upright, like three majestic mountain peaks, firmly blocking the retreat of the two beasts, the gray-robed and black-robed scholars.

Shi Feiyang's face was as cold and stern as frost, like the cold moon in a freezing night. His eyes exuded majesty, a gaze that seemed to see through people's hearts, sending chills down one's spine. Xie Wen's eyes were like lightning, his sharp gaze constantly watching the two beasts' every move. The Heavenly Silkworm Net in his hand swayed slightly in the breeze, like a lurking beast, ready to strike again at any moment and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy. He truly lived up to his name, "Flying Eagle Detective," displaying his keen insight and decisive action.

Shi Xiong gripped the poison horn tightly, a ruthless smile on his face, a smile like that of a demon crawling out of hell. He was just waiting for the two beasts to show the slightest weakness before dragging them into the endless abyss and delivering a fatal blow, demonstrating his fearless and ruthless courage.

In the courtyard, the cold wind howled incessantly, like a raging beast, whipping up the filth mixed with blood and dust. The mingled substances created a thick, nauseating stench of blood, like an invisible haze shrouding the entire courtyard. Guo Xiangyu and the figures of the scholars in grey and black robes appeared and disappeared in the hazy night, like ghosts. The battle raged on, swords flashing, and the situation seemed to be gradually becoming clearer; the scales of victory appeared to be tipping quietly in Guo Xiangyu's favor.

However, just when everyone thought the fierce battle was about to end perfectly with Guo Xiangyu's victory, a sudden change occurred like a thunderbolt.

The white-robed scholar, who had been lying motionless on the ground, lifeless and devoid of any breath, suddenly trembled slightly at this critical moment, a moment of life and death. Then, like a demon leaping from the depths of hell, filled with boundless resentment and killing intent, he sprang to his feet. His speed was like a white lightning bolt, instantly slicing through the inky black night sky.

The sword in his hand gleamed with a deep and eerie light, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, poised to strike. With a sharp sword aura, it swiftly stabbed towards Shi Feiyang's back.

It turned out that this scholar in white had cultivated an extremely rare and unique breathing technique. This technique was exquisite and allowed him to fake his death at a crucial moment, deceiving everyone. His previous miserable state was merely a carefully planned scheme to fake his death, waiting for the perfect opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Shi Feiyang and avenge his previous defeat.

Shi Feiyang, a renowned master in the martial arts world, possessed extremely keen senses, like the sharpest eagle eye in the night sky. He instantly detected the chilling killing intent approaching from behind. Without hesitation, relying on his rich experience and instinctive reactions accumulated over many years of wandering the martial arts world, he dodged to the side with fluid and seamless movements.

At the same time, Mingyu Gong was activated. In an instant, his true energy surged around him, like a rushing river, forming a rapidly spinning vortex of true energy. The vortex resembled a small black hole in the universe, radiating a powerful attraction and deterrent force. The surrounding air was distorted and deformed by this powerful force, emitting a buzzing sound.

The white-robed scholar's sword whistled through the air like a sharp razor, grazing Shi Feiyang's clothes and sending up a chilling gust of wind. Shi Feiyang's robes were torn by the sword's energy, and wisps of fabric fluttered in the air like petals drifting in the wind, making him look extremely disheveled.

But Shi Feiyang was Shi Feiyang after all. He quickly turned around, his eyes like two cold beams, staring intently at the white-robed scholar like lightning. He snorted coldly, his voice booming like a bell, echoing in the silent yet extremely tense courtyard: "Hmph, you charlatan, trying to play such petty tricks in front of me, you're delusional! Today is your death day, and I will make sure that you, such a villain, are completely executed to restore order to the martial world!" With that, he swung his palms rapidly, and true energy roared out from his palms, like two surging dragons, instantly encircling the white-robed scholar in his Mingyu Gong true energy vortex.

The scholar in white felt an overwhelming force pulling him, his body spinning uncontrollably in the vortex. His vision blurred, as if he were in a chaotic world. He was quickly spinning around until he was dizzy and disoriented, filled with terror, yet powerless to break free.

Upon seeing this, a resolute glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes. He reached out with lightning speed and grabbed at the white-robed scholar.

His hand, like an iron clamp, held firmly around the white-robed scholar's neck with immense force.

With a sharp "crack," like a thunderclap in the cold night or the shattering of solid ice, the white-robed scholar's neck was snapped in an instant.

His head lolled to one side, already dead. The head detached from his body, rolled to the ground, and stopped after rolling a few times. His eyes were wide open, his death unfulfilled. His body lost its support, and a gushing stream of blood spurted out like a fountain. With a "thud," he fell heavily to the ground, the crimson blood spreading rapidly on the cold ground.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was distracted, the gray-robed and black-robed scholars exchanged a glance, a hint of panic flashing in their eyes, like two frightened birds. They knew that the situation was hopeless, and that survival was the most important thing now. So they abandoned the fight with Guo Xiangyu and fled in opposite directions like two stray dogs.

Seeing this, Xie Wen and Shi Xiong reacted extremely quickly, their eyes revealing determination and courage. Without hesitation, they surrounded the scholar in black, their steps steady and powerful, like two sharp blades, determined to kill the trapped beast in black.

When Guo Xiangyu saw the scholar in gray trying to escape, her eyebrows shot up like two sharp willow-leaf knives, and her beautiful eyes widened, burning with the flames of anger.

She had suffered greatly since childhood, and the bloodshed and turmoil of the martial world had forged her resolute and strong character. Now, as she faced the fleeing villains, the anger in her heart burned even brighter, like a volcano about to erupt.

She let out a delicate shout, her voice as sweet as a nightingale's song yet carrying boundless majesty: "Trying to run? Not so easy! Today you have committed countless evils and your sins are grave. Don't even think about escaping from my grasp. Prepare to die!"

Having said that, he moved with lightning speed, turning in an instant. His bamboo sword flashed, and a sharp blade of energy, carrying a biting wind, shot towards the gray-robed scholar with overwhelming force, like a silver dragon. The gray-robed scholar was terrified. In his panic, he hurriedly waved his flute to block, the flute's melody sounding particularly jarring in the tense atmosphere, like a desperate lament.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were like torches as he stared intently at the gray-robed scholar who was trying to escape, a sense of righteous indignation rising in his heart.

Such villains have committed countless evils; how could they be let off so easily? He snorted coldly, his voice booming like a bell, echoing in the silent yet blood-soaked courtyard. Then, he raised his palm and struck out, his inner energy surging and instantly condensing into an incomparably powerful blade of energy.

The blade energy roared out, like an ancient divine axe that split the heavens and the earth, carrying a boundless power capable of destroying the world.

Wherever the blade energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a "hissing" sound. The dust on the ground was also stirred up by this powerful force, forming a small dust storm.

The scholar in gray robes was already terrified by Guo Xiangyu's fierce attacks. Now, seeing Shi Feiyang's fatal blow coming, he tried to dodge but it was too late. With a loud "crack," like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, the scholar in gray robes was instantly cleaved in two by the impact of the powerful blade energy.

The two halves of the body flew off to either side with tremendous force, blood spurting out like a fountain, leaving horrifying streaks in the air. The surrounding ground was instantly stained crimson, the bloodstains emitting a nauseating stench under the dim moonlight.

The scholar in black, witnessing this scene, was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and his legs went weak, as if he were a lump of mud.

He knew he was in dire straits, and he had only one thought in his mind: to run away as fast as he could.

But he had barely taken two steps when Xie Wen's Heavenly Silkworm Net descended like a giant silver curtain from the sky, covering him with lightning speed. The net shimmered with a cold luster in the dim moonlight, like a net of death, leaving the black-clad scholar nowhere to escape.

The scholar in black was terrified, his eyes wide with fear and despair.

He hurriedly waved the iron ruler in his hand, trying to shake off the deadly silkworm web.

However, the silkworm's web was incredibly tough, and it was not something that his ordinary iron ruler could easily break.

Just then, Shi Xiong seized the opportunity, and the poison horn cone in his hand flew over like a black lightning bolt, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind.

The poison horns streaked through the air in black trails, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, like a horde of deadly ghosts.

The scholar in black was forced into a frantic state, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his breathing rapid like a bellows.

He knew full well that the poison cone was deadly, and that being hit by it would be certain death.

Left with no other choice, he could only wield his iron ruler and concentrate on blocking the deadly poisonous spikes.

Each block sent numbness through his arm, but he dared not relax for a moment.

In that instant when his iron ruler froze, Guo Xiangyu's beautiful eyes flashed with murderous intent, like a vengeful goddess in the dark night, exuding a chilling aura.

She gripped the bamboo knife, her movements as swift as lightning, and struck in an instant.

Guo Xiangyu unleashed the "Three Talents of the Mysterious Gate Saber Technique," a supreme skill of her sect, exquisite and ever-changing. Each strike was accompanied by a whistling wind, as if carrying the biting cold air of the mountains, capable of severing all evil in the world.

The blade flashed, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, dazzling yet deadly. She pressed forward relentlessly, each move concealing deadly intent. With each swift dance of her bamboo sword, the sword energy surged and spread, tearing a rift in the dark night sky.

The scholar in black was utterly terrified, his heart filled with fear of Shi Feiyang. Under Guo Xiangyu's relentless onslaught, he was gradually driven to distraction. His eyes were filled with despair and fear, like a trapped beast in dire straits.

He wanted to resist, but found that his body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, and every movement seemed so slow and powerless.

Guo Xiangyu spotted a flaw in the black-clad scholar's posture, and a resolute determination welled up within her.

She recalled the many evil deeds of the four men before her, and the pain and disaster they had brought to countless people. The flames of hatred burned fiercely in her heart, as if they were about to devour her whole being.

She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Four Beasts of the Northwest, prepare to die! Today is the day you pay for your sins! You villains have committed all sorts of evil deeds in this martial world, and today is your retribution!" With that, she spun the bamboo knife in her hand, drawing a strange and deadly arc, like a rainbow piercing the sun in the sky, carrying endless momentum and power.

This strike, imbued with all her power and rage, slashed towards the black-clad scholar's throat with overwhelming force.

The scholar in black tried to defend himself, but found that his iron ruler was not fast enough to defend in time.

As the bamboo knife sliced ​​through, a bloody gash appeared instantly on the black-clad scholar's throat, and blood gushed out like a spring.

His body swayed a few times, and a gurgling sound came from his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but he could no longer make a sound.

With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

Crimson blood spread beneath him, blending with the surrounding stench of blood.

At this moment, the courtyard was filled with an intense, suffocating stench of blood, and the cold wind howled and swept past like a roaring beast.

It mercilessly stirred up the dust and blood on the ground, weaving them into a nauseating blood mist in the air, as if shrouding the entire world in a sea of ​​blood.

Shi Feiyang stood quietly amidst this blood-soaked world, his posture upright like a pine tree, as immovable as a majestic mountain.

His figure was elongated in the dim moonlight, making him appear even taller and more resolute, like a god who controls life and death.

He witnessed all of this, but felt no pleasure; instead, a sense of sorrow welled up within him.

When will there be true peace in this world of constant strife?

Guo Xiangyu was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. The bamboo knife in her hand hung slightly, and the bright red blood on the blade dripped slowly down, staining the ground with shocking blood flowers.

Her eyes held both the weariness of battle, the exhilaration of revenge, and a touch of bewilderment about the martial world.

Shi Feiyang bent down and picked up the sword that the white-robed scholar had left behind. The cold moonlight shone on the sword, making it gleam with a chilling light.

Upon closer inspection, he saw the two characters "Bai Hong" (White Rainbow) engraved on the sword. The characters were ancient and vigorous, telling the story of the sword's extraordinary origin.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled into a faint smile as he handed the sword to Shi Xiong, his gaze gentle yet expectant. "Little Xiong, you've grown up and learned many amazing skills from our brothers. It's time you had a suitable sword. The martial world is treacherous and dangerous. With this sword by your side, you'll have more protection when you travel the world. Later, I will teach you the Thirteen Deadly Swords. This sword technique is fierce, ruthless, and unpredictable. I hope you will practice diligently. I believe you will become our most powerful martial arts master in the future, because you have mastered the skills of many schools. I also hope that you will use this sword technique to uphold justice, protect the people, and contribute to the peace of the martial world."

Shi Xiongzhen never expected Shi Feiyang to have such a high opinion of him, to value such a young page so much.

His eyes immediately lit up, his face filled with joy, and his hands trembled as he accepted the sword. His voice was so excited that it trembled slightly: "Thank you, young master! I will remember your kindness. I will live up to your expectations and practice these Thirteen Deadly Swords diligently. In the future, I will be willing to go through fire and water for you, for our society, and for all the people of this world!"

After saying this, he bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude, his eyes filled with respect and appreciation for Shi Feiyang.

Guo Xiangyu gently raised her hand, her movements soft and focused, slowly wiping away the bloodstains on the bamboo knife. With each wipe, she tried to erase the traces of that painful memory.

After wiping it clean, she flicked her wrist, and the bamboo knife drew a graceful arc in the air before steadily sheathing itself.

She walked over with light and agile steps, her figure graceful and elegant, like a willow swaying in the spring breeze, yet exuding a heroic spirit that rivals any man, inspiring admiration.

Approaching Shi Feiyang, she bowed slightly, her posture elegant, her eyes filled with gratitude, and said softly, "Thank you so much for your righteous help, young master. I will never forget this great kindness. You not only helped me kill the 'Four Beasts of the Northwest,' but also avenged my blood feud. Without you, even if I risked my life today, I fear I would not have been able to get justice. I truly do not know how to repay your kindness."

Her voice was soft yet sincere, echoing in the quiet courtyard.

Xie Wen stood to the side, his brows furrowed like two small hills, his face full of doubt.

He scratched his head, his eyes filled with curiosity and concern, and asked, "Young lady, you're so young, how did you manage to make so many enemies? What's the story behind it all? Could you tell us?"

His tone carried a hint of the forthrightness and straightforwardness of a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).

Upon hearing this, Guo Xiangyu's eyes instantly reddened, as if shrouded in a thin mist. A trace of pain and hatred flashed in her eyes, a hatred like a raging fire that seemed to burn the entire world. She bit her lip slightly, her lower lip turning slightly white, and her voice trembled as she slowly began to recount: "Several years ago, I had a happy and fulfilling family. My parents were very loving, and although we weren't wealthy, our life was warm and harmonious, filled with laughter. Back then, I was innocent and carefree, believing that such wonderful days would continue forever."

She paused slightly, took a deep breath, as if trying to swallow that painful memory again, yet she had no choice but to face it once more.

"Who knew that those four middle-aged scholars in gray, black, and blue—the infamous 'Four Beasts of the Northwest' in the martial arts world—would become greedy upon hearing that my father had accidentally obtained a martial arts manual. They were ruthless and merciless, like a horde of demons crawling out of hell, barging into our home. My father, upright and unyielding, would never hand over the manual to such villains. When their threats failed, they cruelly murdered my grandparents who were protecting my parents. I was young then, terrified, hiding in the cupboard, and witnessed their bloody deaths at their hands. That scene still haunts my dreams like a nightmare, causing me immense pain every time I recall it, and I wish I could tear those villains to pieces." At this point, her eyes were already brimming with tears, but she stubbornly held them back.

Guo Xiangyu paused, took another deep breath, and tried to calm her turbulent emotions before continuing, "Later, my parents managed to escape and were rescued by a martial arts master. Worried about me, they disregarded their own safety and returned to save me. Afterwards, they sent me to the Bamboo Knife Sect to learn martial arts. Over the years, I have practiced diligently day and night, through cold winters and hot summers, without ever slacking off. I have only one belief in my heart: that one day I can personally kill my enemies and avenge my grandparents."

"Later, on another occasion, I was entrusted by my sect to go down the mountain to buy rice and flour. Unfortunately, I encountered the 'Four Beasts of the Northwest' again. Seeing that I was alone, they had evil intentions and wanted to bully me. Fortunately, my fellow disciples came down the mountain in time to help me. After a fierce battle, we drove away these four villains. Otherwise, I would probably have died tragically at their hands."

She shook her head slightly, a hint of lingering fear on her face.

“A few days ago, I heard that the ‘Four Beasts of the Northwest’ were active in this area again, and my hatred was instantly aroused, so I followed them all the way here. I never expected that I would actually run into them here. If it weren’t for the chivalrous intervention of you all, even if I could fight them to the death today, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to escape unscathed.” As she said this, Guo Xiangyu’s eyes became firm and full of gratitude.
She bowed to Shi Feiyang and the others again, and said earnestly, "Today, our great revenge has been achieved, all thanks to the help of you, young master and everyone else. Xiangyu will always remember this. If you ever need anything in the future, young master and everyone else, Xiangyu will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Her voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the courtyard, revealing her chivalrous heart.

In the courtyard, the cold wind still howled, as if mourning Guo Xiangyu's tragic life. The bleak wind seemed to be telling of the injustice of the world.

(End of this chapter)