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

Chapter 269. Bravely Investigating the Salt Warehouse to Fight the Evil Bandits, Rushing Through the Dark Night to Plot a Breakthrough
Seeing their elder brother Li Yuanbo injured and taken into the air by Xie Wen, the three brothers Li Yebo, Li Shenbo, and Li Zhibo were like a powder keg ignited, and they immediately flew into a rage.

Their roars were like rolling thunder from the deepest hell, echoing wildly on the windswept, sand-swept salt road, making people's eardrums ache, as if shaking their souls out of their bodies.

Their eyes were wide open, bloodshot, like two blazing balls of blood. The bloodshot veins resembled twisted snakes, radiating endless killing intent, as if they wanted to burn everything in front of them to ashes.

Each of the three men gripped a sword, their figures erupting like raging ancient beasts, charging towards Shi Xiong and Guo Xiangyu with a destructive rage and murderous intent. At this moment, they had only one obsession: to avenge their brother and tear their enemies to pieces, only then could they quell the volcanic hatred erupting in their hearts.

The situation on the salt route is becoming increasingly tense, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

The stench of blood grew stronger, like a thick, sticky haze weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, almost suffocating them.

The stench of blood, mixed with the smell of rust and the putrid odor of death, spread wildly, carried by the howling wind.

At this moment, the three brothers, Li Yebo, Li Shenbo, and Li Zhibo, seemed to be of one mind and unifying as they simultaneously unleashed the unpredictable and terrifying "Yin-Yang Reversal Sword Technique."

They wield both swords and knives, combining strength and gentleness, yin and yang, in a truly fantastical and unpredictable manner, dazzling and impossible to defend against.

The black swords that were originally as gentle as water and as agile as flowing water now seemed to have been infused with a violent and evil power by ancient demon gods in their hands. They were slashing and hacking fiercely, with the force to split mountains and shatter the void, instantly transforming into extremely fierce sword techniques.

Each sword strike was accompanied by a whistling sound, sharp and mournful, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, with astonishing power.

Those golden knives, however, changed their usual fierce and domineering style. Instead, they used the light and agile approach of a single sword for thrusting, slicing, and washing. Thus, the knife became a sword, and the sword became a knife, with such strange changes that it was dazzling.

The flashing blades and intertwined swords resembled lightning interwoven in the night sky, or a complex and intricate painting of death, chilling to the bone.

Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, countless deadly traps lurk. A single misstep can lead to utter destruction and the loss of one's soul.

Guo Xiangyu was instantly plunged into a desperate situation. She was surrounded by flashing swords and clashing blades, and her life hung by a thread. A single misstep would mean her demise.

She felt as if she were in a forest of knives and swords, every breath filled with danger and fear.

Shi Xiong's face was solemn and frosty, like the cold moon hanging high in the cold night, exuding a cold and resolute aura.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, like beads from a broken string, sliding down his resolute, iron-like face.

He clenched his teeth, making a grinding sound, concentrating all his strength, anger, and defiance into this moment. His sword flashed relentlessly, creating a dense, layered attack, attempting to withstand the overwhelming onslaught like a surging tide.

However, faced with the three brothers' fierce and unpredictable attacks, he still felt powerless. Each time he parried, his arms went numb and blood spilled from his tiger's mouth. The bright red blood slowly flowed down the hilt of his sword, dripping onto the ground and mingling with the pool of blood that had already formed there, adding to the tragic and devastating scene.

Guo Xiangyu's eyebrows were furrowed, her beautiful eyes filled with determination, like stars twinkling in the cold night, radiating an indomitable light even in darkness. She wielded her bamboo sword with impenetrable skill, the blade flashing and gleaming in her hands. However, against the three brothers' unpredictable and ghostly "Yin-Yang Reversal Sword Technique," she still seemed somewhat powerless.

Her clothes were torn in several places by the sword energy, and shreds of fabric fluttered wildly in the gale, like tattered flags, telling of her tenacity and indomitable spirit. Her hair was disheveled, like a tangled mess of hemp, yet she still gritted her teeth and persevered, refusing to back down an inch. Her eyes were firm and resolute, determined never to bow to evil forces.

In this critical moment of life and death, Shi Feiyang leaped off his horse, just like an eagle soaring through the sky and overlooking all things. His figure was agile and his momentum was powerful and majestic, as if he could break through the gloomy sky and tear open the dark curtain.

Mingyu Gong circulated within his body in response to his thoughts. In an instant, his true energy surged and roared, like a mighty river converging into a rapidly spinning vortex. The vortex seemed to connect with the power of heaven and earth, radiating a terrifyingly powerful attraction and deterrent force. The surrounding air was distorted and deformed by this mighty true energy, emitting a muffled "humming" sound, as if playing a prelude to the unparalleled power that was about to erupt.

He stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering wildly in the wind, like an immortal detached from the mortal world, yet he exuded an aura of boundless dominance that commanded respect, as if he were the master of heaven and earth, controlling the life and death of all things.

Shi Feiyang unleashed a move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" called "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws." He used both palms as blades, his inner energy condensing into a tangible substance, resembling two frost-covered blades radiating a chilling aura. Their cold light was dazzling and piercing, sending shivers down the spines of anyone who looked upon them.

The chilling air seemed to freeze one's soul, making one feel a bone-deep cold even on this windswept salt road.

In an instant, the sword energy surged forth, like countless silver lightning bolts, carrying earth-shattering power, sweeping and slashing fiercely towards the three brothers, Li Yebo, Li Shenbo, and Li Zhibo.

Wherever the blade energy passed, the dust on the ground seemed to be swept up by an invisible giant hand, instantly forming small dust storms, with flying sand and stones obscuring the sky and sun.

The dust storm carried boundless power and killing intent.

Several deafening "crack" sounds, like thunderclaps exploding in a clear sky, suddenly rang out on the howling salt road, exceptionally piercing and making everyone's eardrums ache. Li Yebo was the first to be hit, struck hard by an incomparably sharp blade of energy. That blade of energy was like an ancient demon god wielding a world-destroying blade, carrying the mighty power to split the heavens and the earth, slashing down with the force of a thunderbolt.

Li Yebo felt a flash of cold light before his eyes, and an irresistible, overwhelming force instantly enveloped him.

Before he could even let out a scream, his head was sliced ​​off like a ripe fruit.

In an instant, a torrent of blood gushed out from the severed neck like a raging fountain, drawing a shocking blood line in the air. Against the backdrop of the dark sky, the blood line resembled a river of blood from hell, appearing exceptionally terrifying.

Li Shenbo also could not escape this fatal fate. A sharp blade of energy, carrying boundless power, swept past like lightning, slashing precisely at his body. This blade of energy had an overwhelming force, as if it could easily cut through everything in the world.

With a "crack," his upper and lower body separated instantly, falling heavily to the ground like two heavy, withered logs.

His internal organs were scattered on the ground like a tangled ball of hemp thread, emitting a nauseating stench.

The air was thick with the pungent, acrid smell of blood, mixed with dust and gale-force winds, like an invisible net of death.

Li Zhibo was mercilessly slashed through the chest and abdomen by a blade of energy.

The blade energy was like a ghostly blade from the deepest hell, instantly tearing a huge gash in his abdomen.

His intestines slowly flowed out of the wound, like a bunch of wriggling earthworms. He screamed, a shrill and desperate cry, like the wail of a demon from the depths of hell, echoing through the howling winds of the salt road, sending chills down one's spine.

He frantically clutched his stomach with both hands, trying to push the spilled internal organs back in, but all his efforts were in vain.

His eyes were filled with terror and resentment. His body swayed a few times before he finally collapsed to the ground, dying a gruesome death on the spot.

The bodies and severed heads of the three brothers fell to the ground with dull thuds, like the tolling of death's bell.

Crimson blood spread rapidly across the cold ground, mixing with the dust and blood to form a shocking, bloody mess.

This muddy place is a mixture of the loss of life and the cruelty of bloody battles.

At this moment, the salt road was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood, and the wind was still howling.

The sound of the wind seemed to carry the vengeful spirits of the dead and the cries of the wounded, sending chills down one's spine.

Trapped in the silkworm's web, Li Yuanbo stared at the bloody scene before him, his face filled with fear and despair, his eyes empty and lifeless.

His soul had been ripped away by this horrific scene, leaving him as nothing more than a walking corpse.

His struggles gradually became powerless, like a lamb to the slaughter, at the mercy of fate. Gone was his previous arrogance and ferocity; at this moment, he was just a pitiful wretch trembling on the edge of death.

Seeing this, Xie Wen snorted coldly, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes, a glint like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, carrying an unstoppable momentum. He suddenly exerted force with both hands, his taut arms seemingly containing a thousand pounds of power, throwing Li Yuanbo down from the sky.

With a loud "bang," it sounded like a boulder falling to the ground, or like a heavy hammer slamming into everyone's hearts.

Li Yuanbo was thrown and suffered multiple fractures, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died.

His body lay motionless in the bloody mud, like a cold stone.

The salt road was deathly silent, with only the howling wind continuing to rage, seemingly telling the world about this thrilling and bloody battle.

The wind howled like a mournful lament, as if recalling the tragic scenes that had just unfolded.

Chang Wei, along with his daughter Chang Bin, son-in-law Li Ye, and a group of wounded bodyguards, hurried over.

Their steps were hurried and heavy, as if carrying endless anxiety and worry.

Guo Xiangyu smiled and introduced, "Uncle Chang, this is the famous Shi Feiyang, the leader of the Xiong Ying Society. However, we are disguised to investigate some case clues, so to avoid suspicion, we will temporarily call him Young Master Shi."

Her voice was very low, and in the strong wind, only Chang Wei and a few others could hear it.

Chang Wei's face was full of gratitude, and his eyes were glistening with tears. Those tears contained both the relief of surviving a disaster and his deep gratitude to Shi Feiyang.

He stepped forward, bowed deeply to Shi Feiyang, and said solemnly and sincerely, "Young Master Shi, if it weren't for your righteous intervention today, my Changwei Escort Agency would have been completely wiped out. I will never forget this great kindness. I have spent half my life wandering the martial world, experiencing countless trials and tribulations, and have seen countless heroes and valiant men, but I have never seen anyone with such a chivalrous heart as you, Young Master. Your righteous act is like a beacon in the dark, illuminating our path forward. In short, thank you for saving my life, Young Master!"

After saying this, he bowed deeply to the ground again and remained there for a long time.

That deep bow was filled with his boundless respect.

Upon hearing this, Chang Wei's daughter, Chang Bin, and son-in-law, Li Ye, were filled with awe and expectation. They exchanged a glance, their hearts in perfect harmony.

With two thuds, they both knelt before Shi Feiyang and said in unison, "Thank you so much for saving our lives, young master. We will never forget this kindness and gratitude. We are willing to go through fire and water for you without hesitation. If you ever need our help in the future, we will do our utmost to repay your kindness today."

Their voices were firm and powerful, echoing in the raging wind, as they made a vow to Shi Feiyang that they would never break.

Immediately afterwards, tears welled up in Chang Bin's eyes, swirling around like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the early morning, ready to fall at any moment.

Her voice, choked with emotion, was like a murmuring mountain stream as she said, "Young Master Shi, we have been escorting goods for years, and the world is a dangerous place. We have suffered countless humiliations at the hands of bandits. It has been truly unbearable. Today, witnessing your divine power is like seeing the sun after the clouds have parted. We humbly request that you accept us into the Xiong Ying Society. From now on, we are willing to serve you faithfully and repay your life-saving grace today."

Li Ye nodded repeatedly, her expression urgent and her eyes full of expectation. She said, "Yes, young master, those bandits are like vicious wolves, driving us to the brink of despair. We beg you to have mercy and grant us our wish, so that we may find a place to settle down in the Xiong Ying Society."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face, a smile like the warm spring sun that could dispel all the gloom in the world.

He reached out to help the two men to their feet and said gently, “Please rise quickly. Since you were forced by the bandits and have such sincere hearts, our Xiong Ying Society will not turn you away. In the future, as long as you diligently cultivate your skills in the society, you will surely be able to hold your heads high and no longer suffer the humiliation of those bandits.”

Having said that, Shi Feiyang turned to look at Chang Wei, a thoughtful glint in his eyes, and suggested, "Elder Chang, in my opinion, you might as well merge Changwei Escort Agency into Huwei Escort Agency, a branch of my Xiong Ying Society. This would enhance the prestige of Huwei Escort Agency, and the two would complement each other perfectly. Moreover, with the Xiong Ying Society backing you up, no one will dare to offend you when you escort goods in the future. My Xiong Ying Society has always adhered to the principle of 'repaying all grudges and repaying all kindness,' and anyone who dares to provoke us is courting death. Now, my Xiong Ying Society has branches in Shandong, Liaodong, Bozhou, and even the grasslands, the capital, and the Central Plains, with numerous experts and formidable strength, which will surely protect you all."

Upon hearing this, Chang Wei was overjoyed, his face beaming with excitement, which shone like a burning flame.

He gripped Shi Feiyang's hands tightly, as if grasping a lifeline, and said, "Young Master Shi, this plan is brilliant! I, Chang, have been worried about the future of our escort agency. This is truly a blessing for our agency and a great fortune for us all! I, Chang, am willing to follow your arrangements, merge the escort agencies, and from now on, I will follow your lead."

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang smiled slightly, a confident and composed smile, and said, "In that case, let's rest at Mingjian Manor for a while and avoid this biting cold wind." Everyone nodded in agreement, their faces showing relief.

So the heroes followed Shi Feiyang to the Famous Sword Manor.

They traveled under the banner of Changwei Escort Agency, chatting all the way. The biting wind couldn't dampen their enthusiasm.

As they talked, they got to know each other better, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious, like old friends who had known each other for years.

Braving the biting cold wind, the group slowly made their way to the Famous Sword Manor.

From afar, one could see the young master of the manor, Dugu Chang, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe embroidered with gold and silver threads, which, under the sunlight, resembled a dazzling rainbow on the horizon. Surrounded by a group of swordsmen in tight-fitting clothes, he was already waiting quietly in front of the manor.

Those swordsmen stood tall and straight, with sharp eyes, like a group of cheetahs poised to pounce, exuding a chilling aura.

Dugu Chang was elegant and upright, like a pine tree standing tall in the cold wind, unafraid of the severe cold.

He wore a warm smile, a smile like the spring sun that could dispel the chill of winter and make people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Upon seeing Chang Wei and the others arrive, he moved like an agile cheetah, quickly stepping forward with nimble and elegant movements.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute and said loudly, "Elder Chang, I have long admired your esteemed name! It is an honor for me to have you all grace my prestigious Sword Manor with your presence today. It is truly an honor for my humble abode!" He then bowed slightly, his movements elegant and refined, displaying the demeanor of a scion of a distinguished family. As he spoke, Dugu Chang inadvertently glanced at Guo Xiangyu, and that glance struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Guo Xiangyu was dressed in a light blue brocade cotton-padded jacket, embroidered with delicate plum blossom patterns. In the freezing winter, she resembled a plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow, noble and beautiful. The jacket clung tightly to her body, outlining her slender and graceful figure. Her waist was so thin it seemed almost fragile, and her hips were slightly upturned, her curves beautiful, showcasing her feminine softness and charm.

Her face was like a painting, her skin as white as snow, delicate and flawless, like white jade. Her eyes were like a clear autumn lake, sparkling with captivating charm. Her nose was delicate and upturned, and her lips were as luscious as cherries, inspiring love at first sight.

Dugu Chang felt his heart suddenly race, as if a deer was pounding wildly in his heart, and he even had an impulse to marry Guo Xiangyu immediately.

His eyes were filled with admiration, as if he were drawn to a magnet, unable to look away from Guo Xiangyu.

However, Guo Xiangyu was filled with worry for Shi Feiyang's safety.

Her beautiful eyes darted about, like twinkling stars in the night sky, constantly watching the expressions and movements of the swordsmen around her.

The swordsmen around them were all dressed in black, close-fitting outfits embroidered with silver sword-shaped patterns, symbolizing their identities.

They stood tall and straight, like javelins, each with sharp eyes, like unsheathed swords, exuding a chilling aura.

They stood quietly to the side, guarding the banquet like loyal protectors.

Occasionally, his gaze would sweep over the crowd, his eyes filled with scrutiny and wariness, assessing each person's strength and intentions, always ready to deal with any possible changes, adding a touch of coldness to the manor.

Guo Xiangyu knew that Shi Feiyang had killed Dugu Yan's five sons and tortured Dugu Yan beyond recognition. If the people of Mingjian Manor recognized him, the consequences would be unimaginable, a catastrophe. Therefore, she barely glanced at Dugu Chang, but stayed close behind Shi Feiyang, ready to stand up for him at any moment, even at the cost of her own life.

Chang Wei also had a big smile on his face, a smile as sincere and warm as blooming flowers in spring.

He quickly returned the greeting with a cupped hand, speaking in a humble and gentle tone, "Young Master, you are too kind. I am but a mere bodyguard, a drop in the ocean in this world of martial arts. I am truly humbled and honored to receive such hospitality from you."

The two exchanged pleasantries, displaying the proper etiquette of the martial arts world in their words.

Then, the group entered the manor in a grand procession.

Upon entering the village, one sees it brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

The red ribbons fluttered like lively flames, dancing wildly in the cold wind.

Lanterns hung high, their light radiating outwards, illuminating the manor as if it were daytime. The light seemed to dispel all darkness, creating a bustling scene reminiscent of a city that never sleeps. The manor's buildings were adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, their eaves and brackets gleaming, every detail showcasing luxury and grandeur, fully displaying the style of a prestigious manor.

Dugu Chang had already prepared a grand banquet, with table after table filled with delicacies.

The dishes on the plate were a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate; each dish was like a fine work of art, making one's mouth water.

The aroma of wine filled the grand restaurant, its rich fragrance seemingly possessing a captivating allure.

The guests and hosts took their seats, and soon the sounds of clinking glasses and exchanging toasts filled the air, with laughter echoing throughout the room, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

Guo Xiangyu sat at the table, her expression wary, like a vigilant rabbit, always on guard against potential danger.

She dared not touch a drop of alcohol, secretly thinking, "This Jianshan Manor seems to be treating us warmly, but in reality, it hides a secret. Perhaps this is a trap. I must be on my guard and protect my young master."

Her gaze was sharp, constantly sweeping across the surroundings, observing everyone's every move. Her focused expression made it seem as if nothing in the world mattered to her; her eyes were only on Shi Feiyang, and she was always protecting him.

Shi Feiyang, however, never took it seriously.

He sat upright in the room, his posture tall and straight, like a majestic mountain peak, unbreakable and unshakable.

He was immune to all poisons, highly skilled and daring, and fearless of any evil forces in the world.

He thought to himself, "If this Sword Manor dares to make a move, I'll settle my score and wipe them out tonight. Let them know that I, Shi Feiyang, am not someone to be trifled with!"

His eyes exuded innate confidence and domineering aura, as if he could see through all the conspiracies and schemes in the world. In this banquet fraught with hidden dangers, he was like the master who controlled the whole situation.

At that moment, a cold wind blew by, causing the lanterns in the courtyard to sway from side to side, their light flickering and adding an eerie touch to the seemingly lively scene. The atmosphere within the manor appeared bustling and lively, but in reality, it concealed a deadly intent.

After a few rounds of drinks, Dugu Chang's face flushed slightly, like the clouds on the horizon dyed by the setting sun, revealing a hint of drunkenness.

A cunning glint flashed in his eyes, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky, concealing a scheme.

His tone suddenly changed, and his expression instantly became serious, like a volcano about to erupt, suppressing the heat and restlessness in his heart.

He picked up his wine glass and gently swirled it. The wine in the glass shimmered alluringly in the candlelight, as if tempting everyone into a trap. He spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, like a pronouncement from the deepest hell: "Elder Chang, to be honest, my Famous Sword Manor and the Xiong Ying Society are sworn enemies, irreconcilable foes! That Shi Feiyang runs rampant in the martial world, committing countless evils, stirring up chaos and unrest throughout the entire martial world. He is truly a disgrace to the martial world, deserving of everyone's wrath. Now, my manor is widely issuing invitations to heroes from all walks of life, seeking to unite forces to devise a plan to besiege the Xiong Ying Society and kill Shi Feiyang. Elder Chang and all the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) are all highly skilled martial artists, having roamed the martial world for many years, their reputations spreading far and wide. If you could join my Famous Sword Manor and work together to rid the martial world of this scourge, that would be the best outcome, and it would not have been in vain for you all to have struggled and fought your way through the martial world, upholding justice." After speaking, he stared intently at Chang Wei, his eyes full of expectation.

His eyes were like those of a hungry wolf staring at its prey, burning with eagerness, waiting for Chang Wei's response.

Shi Feiyang, Guo Xiangyu, Shi Xiong, Xie Wen and others sat at the table and secretly laughed when they heard Dugu Chang's words.

At that moment, Guo Xiangyu unconsciously turned her head to look at Shi Feiyang, her eyes full of concern and inquiry.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible mocking smile, like a gentle breeze in spring, carrying a playful and unruly air, while also subtly mocking the farce.

That smile, like a flower blooming under the warm spring sun, made Guo Xiangyu's heart skip a beat.

Guo Xiangyu was filled with a myriad of thoughts. She was secretly worried about Shi Feiyang. The Famous Sword Manor was fraught with danger, and Dugu Chang harbored ill intentions, while Shi Feiyang was at the center of this vortex.

But when Guo Xiangyu saw Shi Feiyang's calm and composed demeanor, she couldn't help but admire him greatly.

Shi Feiyang is like a majestic mountain, standing firm no matter how fierce the wind and rain.

As Guo Xiangyu gazed at Shi Feiyang, her admiration grew rapidly, like a new bud breaking through the soil in spring.

Shi Feiyang thought to himself, "This Dugu Chang is really ridiculous. He probably doesn't even know that I'm sitting right under his nose. He's even trying to win us over to deal with me. Let's see how this old镖头 (bodyguard/escort) handles it. It'll be quite interesting."

His face remained expressionless, like a calm lake with no bottom, undisturbed. He simply watched everyone quietly, picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and let the wine slide down his throat, carrying a slight warmth.

His eyes radiated composure and confidence. All the conspiracies and tricks in the world were nothing but child's play in his eyes. The ever-changing world of martial arts was all under his control.

Guo Xiangyu just stared at him quietly, her eyes never leaving him, as if Shi Feiyang was her whole world. In this banquet full of danger, her heart had already been filled by Shi Feiyang.

When Chang Wei, the old镖头 (bodyguard), heard Dugu Chang's words, his heart tightened slightly, as if he had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand. However, he still wore a smile on his face, a smile that carried a hint of embarrassment, like the warm sun in winter, which was warm but somewhat powerless, and seemed a bit forced in this complicated situation. He pondered for a moment, his mind racing, and then cleverly said, "Young Master is absolutely right. I, Chang, also hate the Xiong Ying Society, especially Shi Feiyang, to the core. However, I've heard that Shi Feiyang is highly skilled in martial arts, with few rivals in the world. Killing him would be no easy task. Moreover, the Xiong Ying Society is powerful and deeply rooted. Even the Jinyiwei, which strikes fear into the hearts of the martial arts world, is wary of them. Eliminating them in one fell swoop would be no easy feat. This matter requires careful consideration; we must not rush into anything. Oh, I'm tired from traveling all day. Young Master, what do you think..." He then frowned slightly, his brows furrowing like two small hills, revealing his weariness. This weariness was not only physical but also a heavy burden on his heart under the complex situation. He knew that the slightest misstep could trigger a huge uproar.

Upon seeing this, Dugu Chang quickly stood up, his movements swift yet elegant, and said with concern, "It was my oversight that caused Elder Chang to suffer. Someone, quickly arrange for Elder Chang and our distinguished guests to rest."

After saying that, he personally led Chang Wei, Shi Feiyang and the others to their guest rooms.

Throughout the journey, his gaze frequently swept over Guo Xiangyu, his eyes filled with an indescribable heat and desire, like a greedy wolf eyeing a plump lamb. The desire in his eyes was undisguised, which seemed particularly out of place on this seemingly upright young master of a prestigious family.

Despite living in someone else's villa, Guo Xiangyu still took meticulous care of Shi Feiyang, doing everything herself.

She moved through the room as nimbly as a little bird.

She personally prepared tea for Shi Feiyang. Her slender fingers, like delicate flower buds in spring, gently picked up the teacup with elegant and skillful movements, each gesture full of rhythm and beauty.

She handed the brewed tea to Shi Feiyang and said softly, "Young master, please have some tea."

Her voice was soft and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, carrying a touch of tenderness and concern.

Then, she meticulously prepared bathwater. She stretched out her delicate hand and gently tested the water temperature, her focused expression as if she were sculpting a rare treasure, before inviting Shi Feiyang to bathe. After the bath, she carefully cleaned Shi Feiyang's clothes, every movement focused and meticulous, revealing her gentleness and thoughtfulness. Her eyes were full of deep affection and loyalty for Shi Feiyang.

Dugu Chang felt as if he had lost his soul, and after dinner he couldn't wait to find Guo Xiangyu.

When he saw Guo Xiangyu serving Shi Feiyang so attentively, just like a docile little maid, he couldn't help but frown slightly, his brows furrowing into a deep frown, feeling quite displeased.

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes, like a black lightning bolt streaking across the night sky, filled with resentment and jealousy.

Seeing this, the swordsmen Li Yuanshun and Li Yuannai beside him understood and whispered, "Young master, Guo Xiangyu is just a maidservant of Young Master Yang. Why bother with her? She is of lowly status and is not worthy of you."

Though the voice was low, it was like a sharp knife, shattering the seemingly peaceful atmosphere.

Li Yuanshun wore a fawning smile, but his eyes revealed a hint of cunning as he tried to figure out Dugu Chang's thoughts; Li Yuannai nodded slightly, appearing completely obedient. The two of them worked together in unison, displaying their sycophantic manner.

To avoid suspicion, Shi Feiyang temporarily used the alias "Yang Hui" at Mingjian Villa, which is a homophone of his real name "Feiyang" read backwards.

In the turbulent Mingjian Manor, everyone harbors their own thoughts, and a storm seems to be brewing.

Dugu Chang stood to the side, watching Guo Xiangyu take meticulous care of Shi Feiyang. A barely perceptible twitch flashed across his face, as if an invisible worm was crawling beneath his skin. The corners of his mouth turned down slightly, as if he had tasted something bitter. His lips, which originally carried the elegance of a noble young master, were now twisted into a disgusted arc.

His eyes were fixed on Guo Xiangyu, his gaze burning yet tinged with a chilling coldness.

In his pupils, desire burned like a flame, a lust for Guo Xiangyu's beauty. Yet, deep within his eyes lay resentment and jealousy born of being ignored, like a bottomless, icy pool radiating chill.

His brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep "川" (river) shape, and the wrinkles on his forehead, like cracked earth, were etched with dissatisfaction and anger. At this moment, he forced a calm expression, trying to maintain the demeanor of the young master of Mingjian Manor.
But the slight trembling of his nostrils betrayed the turbulent emotions within him.

His chin was slightly raised, with his usual arrogance, but the taut facial muscles revealed his inner struggle and resentment.

His gaze kept shifting between Shi Feiyang and Guo Xiangyu. Every time he looked at Shi Feiyang, a sinister glint would flash in his eyes, like a vicious wolf poised to strike its prey.

Guo Xiangyu was so beautiful that Dugu Chang was completely captivated and yearned for her.

He deeply despised Guo Xiangyu's social status, yet he couldn't bear to part with her unparalleled beauty. He secretly thought, "Guo Xiangyu's beauty is rare in this world, it's just a pity that her status is so lowly, I certainly won't marry her. However, if I don't find a way to have my way with such a beauty, I'm afraid I'll regret it for the rest of my life." A glint of greed and evil flashed in his eyes, like a demon crawling out of hell.

He harbored such filthy thoughts, yet dared not act rashly.

Judging from Chang Wei's tone just now, he is very likely to lead a group of bodyguards to join Mingjian Manor. At this critical juncture, it seems inconvenient for him to force himself on Guo Xiangyu and do anything outrageous.

Dugu Chang returned to his bedroom and paced back and forth, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, restless and agitated.

After much deliberation, a sly glint flashed in Dugu Chang's eyes. He decided to invite Guo Xiangyu to breakfast alone the next morning so they could be alone together.

Then, he led Guo Xiangyu to visit the treasure in his family's secret cellar, using the immeasurable wealth to dazzle her eyes, attempting to lure her into his bed with the lure of riches.

A sly smile crept across his lips as he thought to himself, "Heh heh, it's settled then. Tomorrow I'll make this beauty submit obediently. Heh heh, what beauty in the world doesn't like money?"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room became eerie, shrouded in an invisible gloom emanating from Dugu Chang.

At midnight, the biting wind howled wildly outside the Famous Sword Manor, like a primordial beast breaking free from its ancient seal.

The howling sound was like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, making people's eardrums ache, and the entire manor trembled slightly under the ravages of the gale.

The doors and windows of the villa were constantly being disturbed, making a loud "bang" sound, as if they were being struck hard by countless heavy hammers.

Snowflakes drifted down from the inky black night sky, like white sprites from the heavens, floating gently yet carrying a hint of desolation as they fell upon the earth. In an instant, the entire world was adorned in a silver-white blanket, a vast expanse of white. Distant mountains and nearby buildings were all covered in snow, gleaming coldly in the dim moonlight, resembling a lifeless, icy world.

(End of this chapter)