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

Chapter 274. Shi Lang's wisdom and strategy brought benefits to the salt merchants; his good deeds brought blessings to the common people.

The biting wind howled like a roaring beast, ravaging the snow-covered mountains. Snowflakes, like goose feathers, fluttered down, adorning the world in a silvery blanket, yet also adding a touch of desolation to the landscape.

The Citroën stands tall and straight, like a pine tree standing firm in the wind and snow.

His bright eyes were now fixed on Shi Feiyang, his gaze filled with both eagerness and resentment.

As a member of the Xue family, his inherent pride and stubbornness prevented him from easily showing weakness, even in dire straits. However, facing Shi Feiyang, a renowned figure in the martial arts world, he harbored a hidden worry, fearing that Shi Feiyang might refuse his father's request.

His gaze was like two incredibly sharp daggers, piercing through the swirling snow and heading straight for Shi Feiyang.

Xue Qiuchun, dressed in a blue robe, resembled a blue lotus blooming proudly amidst the snow and ice, pure and refined, her beauty beyond compare.

Her long hair, like a black waterfall, flowed smoothly down her back, swaying gently in the wind. Each strand seemed to carry a lively rhythm, adding to her ethereal beauty. Her slender waist was like a willow branch, so delicate it could be encircled with one hand. Her figure was graceful, and as she moved, she resembled a willow swaying in the breeze, light and elegant.

Her face, as delicate as a lotus blossom, appeared even more rosy and captivating against the backdrop of the white snow. Paired with her arched, willow-like eyebrows, she resembled a fairy descended from a painting, utterly enchanting. Though she was only eighteen, in the prime of her youth, the grim situation revealed a maturity and fortitude beyond her years in her eyes.

At this moment, she stood side by side with her brother Citroën, staring intently at Shi Feiyang, their eyes filled with expectation and worry.

Her pink lips were slightly pursed, like buds about to bloom in spring, as if she were silently praying that Shi Feiyang would grant their request. Her appearance was endearing.

Xue Hongshan, the leader of the Northwest Salt Gang, had a face as somber as the leaden sky. He clasped his hands in a fist salute again and said to Shi Feiyang, "Chief Shi, our Northwest Salt Gang is now in dire straits. Last night's battle was extremely fierce, leaving our gang severely weakened, with many brothers dying on the spot. Now, the salt routes have been seized, the salt fields have fallen, and our brothers are either dead or wounded—it's a truly heartbreaking sight. We beg Chief Shi to remember the code of honor we've upheld for so many years in the martial world and lend a helping hand to help our Northwest Salt Gang reclaim the salt routes and salt fields, so that our brothers can have an explanation."

His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying the vicissitudes of time and the weariness of last night's fierce battle, echoing in the howling mountains, each word bearing countless hardships and hopes.

Shi Feiyang remained calm, like a bottomless lake, undisturbed.

He nodded slightly, his gaze as deep as the most distant star in the night sky, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world.

He slowly began to speak, “Chief Xue, this matter is of great importance, and it’s not that I, Shi Feiyang, am unwilling to help. However, the conflicts in the martial world are always deeply intertwined and complex. If my Xiong Ying Society were to intervene, we would need to consider many factors. The Western Region Holy Sect and the Hak Tribe have been colluding for a long time, wield enormous power, and are ruthless in their methods; they are not to be trifled with. If we act rashly, we could easily fall into an abyss of no return.” His voice was steady and powerful, each word resonating like a great bell, clearly echoing in the icy snow, carrying a reassuring authority.

Upon hearing this, Citroën could no longer contain his eagerness. He stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and declared loudly, "Chief Shi, although our Northwest Salt Gang has suffered this calamity, our brothers are all men of iron will and are by no means powerless. We have come here with sincere hearts. If we can join hands with the Xiong Ying Society, with the bravery of our brothers and the formidable strength of the Xiong Ying Society, we will surely be able to severely damage the Western Region Holy Sect and the Hak Tribe, and reclaim what belongs to us! Let those villains know that our Northwest Salt Gang is not to be trifled with!"

His voice was loud and clear, full of youthful passion and energy, echoing in the cold air.

Xue Qiuchun also said softly, "Chief Shi, although I am a woman, I know that the salt route and salt fields are related to the livelihoods of countless people. If they fall into the hands of villains, the people will surely be plunged into misery, starving and naked, and their lives will be unbearably miserable. I hope that Chief Shi can have great compassion and lend a helping hand to save those poor people."

Her voice was soft and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, clear and pleasant to the ear, yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

In this world of ice and snow, it is like a warm spring breeze, gently caressing everyone's hearts.

Xue Qiuchun had heard of Shi Feiyang's great name since she was a child. The stories of Shi Feiyang's chivalrous deeds and his punishment of evil and promotion of good shone in her heart like bright stars.

She had long admired this young hero, and her heart had already been quietly marked with the name "Shi Feiyang, the greatest hero in the world".

Looking at Shi Feiyang up close, his calm demeanor and deep eyes intensified her admiration. However, given the tense situation, she buried these feelings deep in her heart, her eyes filled with anticipation for Shi Feiyang's decision.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled into a confident and composed smile, like the warm spring sun dispelling the surrounding chill. His eyes shone as he looked at Xue Tielong and Xue Qiuchun, and he said gently, "Brother Xue Tielong, Miss Xue, I deeply understand your intentions. However, the distribution of profits involves a wide range of issues and requires careful consideration and discussion. Our Xiong Ying Society's act of helping you this time is not for personal gain, but out of concern for the peace of the martial world and the well-being of countless people."

His words were calm and powerful, as if injecting a calming medicine into everyone's hearts, making Citroën, Xue Qiuchun, and everyone else present feel a little more at ease.

Seeing this, Xue Hongshan quickly cupped his hands and said, "What Chief Shi said is absolutely right, every word is reasonable. Regarding the distribution of profits, my Northwest Salt Gang will certainly discuss it wholeheartedly with the Xiong Ying Society, and will certainly not disappoint Chief Shi." His eyes were full of expectation, as if he could see the glorious scene of the Northwest Salt Gang regaining its former glory through the thick fog in front of him.

In this snow-covered mountain camp, the cold wind howled like ghosts and wolves, making everyone's clothes flutter.

The tents shook violently in the gale, making a whooshing sound, as if they might be uprooted by the biting wind at any moment.

Everyone shared their opinions on the matter of cooperation, and the debate was heated.

Citroën and Xue Qiuchun kept their eyes fixed on Shi Feiyang from beginning to end.

Their eyes held both eager anticipation for Shi Feiyang's decision and deep concern for the uncertainty of the future, like two stars stubbornly shining in a stormy, snowy night, radiating a unique light.

What impressed the leaders of the various incense halls of the Northwest Salt Gang the most was that Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed throughout the entire process. No matter how intensely the people around him argued, the rise and fall of all things in the world could not stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

At this moment, the discussion was nearing its end. Shi Feiyang smiled slightly, a smile as warm as the warmest ray of sunshine in spring. His gaze was piercing as he stared intently at Xue Hongshan, and he slowly spoke, "Chief Xue, the past is gone, like water flowing eastward, unchangeable. Excessive self-blame is useless. At this point, further discussion is pointless. Since that's the case, I, Shi Feiyang, will agree to this matter and lend a helping hand to the Northwest Salt Gang, helping you regain control of the salt route and the mining rights of the salt fields. However, I must also clarify the matter of profit sharing with Chief Xue. The Xiong Ying Society's assistance this time is not for personal gain. We will not accept any share of the profits; we will give it all to the local people, so that they can eat affordable and safe salt and live a peaceful life."

Shi Feiyang's voice was firm and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer, resounding with every strike. His voice, like a booming bell, echoed for a long time in the snow-covered mountains, carrying an irresistible and powerful force that deeply moved the hearts of everyone present.

Upon hearing this, Xue Hongshan's expression changed slightly, as if he had been struck by a sharp arrow, pain and reluctance intertwining on his face. His brows furrowed tightly, like two mountains about to collide violently, and he thought to himself: This salt field is extremely profitable, and the wealth it produces each year is immeasurable. Asking me to give up a portion of it is like cutting a piece of my own flesh!
Citroën and Xue Qiuchun's expressions changed drastically. Citroën's hands clenched into fists involuntarily, his knuckles turning white from the force. Xue Qiuchun bit her lip subconsciously, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

However, knowing full well that they needed Shi Feiyang and Xiong Yinghui's help, the brother and sister could only suppress their reluctance and dare not say another word.

Xue Hongshan hesitated for a long time, his gaze sweeping over Shi Feiyang, as if he were examining a priceless treasure, or weighing a crucial decision that could determine life or death.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with endless helplessness and compromise, and said with difficulty, "So be it. Since Chief Shi has such a broad mind and cares so much for the people, I, Xue Hongshan, cannot appear too petty. I agree to this matter."

His voice trembled slightly, as if he had used up all his strength.

At this moment, Shi Xiong swiftly pulled out his writing implements, his movements clean and efficient. He took out a pre-prepared contract, respectfully presented it to Xue Hongshan with both hands, and said solemnly, "Chief Xue, as the saying goes, words are not enough. My young master has already signed and sealed this document, open and aboveboard. Now, it's up to you, Chief Xue." His tone was firm and unwavering, and his eyes shone with loyalty and courage, like a torch shining brightly in the cold night.

Guo Xiangyu is like a plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow, graceful and resilient.

She quietly served everyone, her every move exuding gentleness and elegance.

Each time she served tea and water to everyone, her movements were so gentle that it seemed as if she were disturbing the most precious treasure in the world, as if she were performing a solemn and sacred ceremony that could not be missed.

Her gaze, like the gentlest warm sun in spring, followed Shi Feiyang closely, never straying from him for even a moment.

Whenever Shi Feiyang spoke, she would involuntarily nod slightly, the gentle movement like a delicate flower swaying gently on a branch in a breeze, full of silent agreement and admiration.

The admiration in her eyes was like a deep, tranquil lake, unfathomable yet gentle enough to encompass all things in the world. She would occasionally smile at Shi Feiyang, a smile like a flower in full bloom in spring, bright, radiant, and captivating. In this icy, chilling atmosphere, her smile was like a gentle spring breeze, softly brushing against everyone's hearts, bringing a touch of warmth.

At this moment, her heart was filled with the image of Shi Feiyang.

Every subtle gesture and every soft word from Shi Feiyang could create ripples in the lake of her heart.

She silently pondered in her heart: Young master, you have the world at heart, kind and great, just like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, illuminating every corner of this world. Every word you say, every decision you make, is like a dazzling star, embedded in Xiangyu's heart, making Xiangyu fall more and more in love with you.

Xiangyu only wishes to stay by your side forever in this life, to help you through your troubles, and to face the storms of life with you. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and difficulties, Xiangyu will be happy to do so without complaint. As long as she can see you safe and happy, Xiangyu feels that all the suffering in this world has meaning, and everything becomes incredibly beautiful, given new vitality and color.

In this snow-covered camp, the gale was like a trapped beast, raging wildly and emitting a sharp, piercing howl, as if venting its endless dissatisfaction with the world.

Snowflakes fell like goose feathers, swirling and accumulating without stopping, gradually covering the entire camp. As far as the eye could see, everything was silvery white, like a tranquil yet cold fairytale world, but it also concealed endless danger and a chilling atmosphere.

After the matter was settled, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, as if the disturbances of the world could not stir up a ripple in his heart.

He methodically instructed Shi Xiong and Guo Xiangyu, "Shi Xiong, Xiangyu, you two go and make sure the heroes of the Northwest Salt Gang are properly settled. Do not neglect them in the slightest." After speaking, he turned to Xie Wen, his eyes filled with trust and entrustment, and said, "Xie Wen, there are various Lesser Rejuvenation Pills, Greater Rejuvenation Pills, and Tian Shan Snow Lotus Water prepared here, all of which are holy medicines for healing injuries. Go quickly and stop the bleeding and treat the wounded brothers of the Northwest Salt Gang. Every second counts, and there can be no delay."

Everyone accepted the order and quickly sprang into action, each heading to their respective tasks.

Shi Feiyang walked back to his tent with steady steps and slowly lay down to rest.

His expression was calm and composed, as if he had everything under control.

A few days later, seeing that Shi Feiyang's side had made no move, the members of the Northwest Salt Gang felt their anxiety burning like a raging fire, growing stronger and stronger, almost threatening to engulf them.

Like ants on a hot plate, they kept heading to Shi Feiyang's tent, eagerly urging him to lead everyone to the Western Regions Holy Sect for a decisive battle.

On this day, Xue Hongshan, the leader of the Northwest Salt Gang, came to Shi Feiyang's tent again with his son Xue Tielong and daughter Xue Qiuchun.

Xue Hongshan was tall and imposing, like a majestic mountain peak. His full beard trembled slightly with anxiety, like wild grass being blown by a strong wind. His brows were tightly furrowed, like two precipitous mountains about to collide, and his eyes were full of worry and urgency.

Standing outside the tent, he gathered his strength and said loudly, "Chief Shi, our Northwest Salt Gang has been resting and preparing here for many days. Every brother is eager and excited, and we are looking forward to a decisive battle with the Western Region Holy Sect to reclaim our Ningxia Salt Road and salt fields. But now, Chief Shi, there is no movement from your side. We don't know why. We are extremely anxious!"

His voice was powerful and resonant, echoing through the icy landscape, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Citroën stood beside his father, a tall and imposing figure, like a lion poised to pounce. His handsome face was flushed red with anxiety, like a ripe apple.

Unable to contain his urgency any longer, he blurted out, "Chief Shi, we have been waiting for so long. This daily wait has been nothing short of torture for our Northwest Salt Gang. The Western Region Holy Sect and the Hak Tribe must also be intensifying their plans and secretly laying numerous traps. If we do not strike now, we risk missing a golden opportunity and giving those villains a chance to take advantage. It will then be even more difficult to reclaim the salt routes and salt fields!" His voice was loud and passionate, filled with the youthful fervor and urgency that echoed through the icy landscape, as if trying to break free from the cold confinement.

Xue Qiu was dressed in an elegant light blue robe, her figure light and graceful, like willow catkins dancing in the spring breeze. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, like two willow leaves swaying in the breeze, and her beautiful eyes revealed a deep worry, like a clear spring shrouded in dark clouds.

She parted her lips slightly and said softly, "Chief Shi, our Northwest Salt Gang has suffered a great calamity, and our strength has been severely damaged. Now we rely entirely on your strong support to have a glimmer of hope to regain our former glory. Although the morale of our brothers is high, the wait for the day we can go into battle is truly agonizing. We hope that you can make a decision soon and lead us to fight against the Western Regions Holy Sect. The current situation is like a lone boat in a storm; every moment we wait increases the danger of being swallowed by the waves."

Her voice was soft and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, echoing softly outside the cold camp, carrying a hint of urgency and anticipation.

Inside the tent, Shi Feiyang remained silent, like a towering stone statue. A moment later, Xie Wen emerged from the side, his posture upright, like an ancient pine tree.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Xue Hongshan and the others, and said loudly, "Chief Xue, Brother Xue Tielong, Miss Xue, the Grand Master has long had a well-thought-out plan. The decisive battle against the Western Region Holy Sect is a matter of life and death. The Western Region Holy Sect is full of experts, each with ruthless methods, like vicious wolves and tigers. To succeed in one fell swoop, we must have absolute certainty. Now the Grand Master is waiting for the heroes of our sect to come and join us. Only when everyone is gathered together and works in unison can we have a chance of defeating our powerful enemy. Moreover, after this battle, we will need enough talented people to assist the Grand Master in controlling the salt road and salt fields to ensure future stability and prevent those with ulterior motives from coveting them. These salt road and salt fields are a tempting prize in the eyes of all parties in the martial arts world. If we do not have enough strength to protect them, we may have just driven away the wolves only to have the tigers appear."

His words were clear, steady, and powerful, displaying the demeanor of a chivalrous hero.

Upon hearing this, Xue Hongshan's brows furrowed even more deeply, as if two precipitous peaks were about to collide.

The bitterness in his heart surged like a raging tide, wave after wave, almost drowning him.

He sighed deeply, a sigh that seemed to carry endless vicissitudes and helplessness, and said, "What you say, Master Xie, is certainly true to us. But the feeling of waiting is like a thorn in our backs, unbearable. Every one of my brothers in the Northwest Salt Gang is a hot-blooded man, eager to draw his sword and charge into battle to avenge those brothers who died tragically at the hands of the Western Region Holy Sect. But now we can only wait here... It feels like watching our enemy roam freely before our eyes while we are bound by ropes, unable to move."

He shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with helplessness and resentment.

Shi Feiyang stepped out of the tent, his expression calm and composed, his eyes sharp and piercing, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world.

He slowly scanned the crowd, and his gaze seemed to carry an invisible power that inspired awe in everyone.

Then he spoke, “Gentlemen, please calm down and do not panic. In my opinion, there will be a fierce battle tonight. We have sent people to scout the movements of the Western Regions Holy Sect and the Hak tribe. They will naturally not sit idly by and wait for their doom. They will also try every means to find out our strength. If we remain inactive, they will become anxious. First, they will think that we are afraid of them, and thus become more and more reckless, acting like wild horses. Second, tonight they are very likely to launch a preemptive attack on us, firstly to test our true strength, and secondly to try to bring the war here and disrupt our plans.” Firstly, our formation has thrown us into chaos; secondly, our current strength is not yet at its peak. If we rashly attack, facing their overwhelming numbers, we are highly likely to be surrounded and annihilated. Therefore, in tonight's battle, everyone must prioritize self-preservation and avoid reckless actions. As for me, I will not rashly use my full strength. We will fight and retreat, making it difficult for the enemy to ascertain our true strength, so that we can gain the initiative in subsequent engagements and seize the key to the battle. This is like playing chess; we cannot reveal our pieces too early. We must wait until the layout is complete before making a decisive move.”

Shi Feiyang's voice was deep and powerful, like the resounding of a great bell, echoing throughout the camp, carrying a reassuring authority and confidence. His voice penetrated the heart, injecting a powerful boost of confidence into everyone, gradually calming their initially panicked hearts.

Upon hearing Shi Feiyang's words, Xue Hongshan still felt a trace of resentment, like a trapped beast struggling, but he couldn't find a reason to refute them.

He nodded slightly, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "What Chief Shi said is absolutely right. We will follow your orders."

After saying this, he led his son Citroën and daughter Xue Qiuchun out of Shi Feiyang's tent.

Back in his tent, Citroën could no longer contain the burning rage within him.

He clenched his teeth, his fists clenched, his knuckles white from the exertion, as if he wanted to crush all the injustices in the world.

He said bitterly, "When will this waiting ever end! Every day, seeing my brothers' anxious and impatient faces, it feels like a million ants are gnawing at my heart, making me feel like I'm going crazy. Are we just supposed to sit here and wait for our doom like this? I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled! We're like caged beasts, full of strength but with nowhere to use it."

His face was full of resentment and anger, like a volcano about to erupt, his eyes bloodshot, ready to spew forth flames.

Seeing her brother's state, Xue Qiuchun was also filled with worry, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, like a crescent moon obscured by dark clouds, and she softly comforted him, "Father, brother, since Chief Shi has made this arrangement, he must have had his reasons. It's just that the war is urgent, and we can't act on our own, which is really distressing, like being stuck in a thicket of thorns, unable to move. But we must trust Chief Shi; he must have a wonderful way to untangle the thorny ropes."

After saying that, she sighed softly, her sigh filled with endless sorrow, her eyes full of helplessness and despair, like a little bird trapped in a cage, longing for freedom but powerless to do so.

Xue Hongshan gazed at the tent roof, which seemed to mirror his bewildered state of mind. His eyes held both a burning desire for victory, like a traveler yearning for light in the darkness, and a deep sense of helplessness in the face of the current situation, like a trapped beast mired in quagmire.

He sighed deeply and said, "So be it, it's come to this, we can only continue to wait. We only hope that Chief Shi can make proper arrangements as soon as possible, lead us to attack the Western Region Holy Sect, take back everything that belongs to us, let our brothers rest in peace, and let the Northwest Salt Gang regain its former glory. The future of the Northwest Salt Gang is like a thread hanging over a cliff, it all depends on the outcome of this war."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling Citroën and Xue Qiuchun to step back.

At this moment, he appeared extremely dejected, knowing in his heart that Shi Feiyang had to come out of seclusion for this battle; otherwise, the Northwest Salt Gang would not be able to get even a sliver of Ningxia's salt roads and salt fields.

This helplessness and distress felt like a heavy boulder pressing down on his heart, making him feel incredibly burdened.

Although young, Shi Feiyang had already spent many years navigating the treacherous waters of the martial world, enduring countless trials and tribulations, and possessing an extremely rich experience in the martial arts world. Every decision he made required careful consideration and weighing of pros and cons, demonstrating a composure and wisdom beyond his years. In his eyes, everything in the world had its own rules and solutions, and as long as one understood the mysteries within, one could deal with them with ease.

Xie Wenyi was a loyal and conscientious man, and in this tense situation, he dared not slacken his efforts in the slightest. Every morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, he would immediately use his exquisite "Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique." In a flash, he was like a wisp of ethereal smoke, instantly merging into the vast and boundless sea of ​​sand and the continuous, majestic mountains of the Northwest.

He traveled at breakneck speed, leaving no corner unchecked, diligently and meticulously gathering information about the Western Regions Holy Sect, striving to grasp its overall strength. In this perilous world of martial arts, intelligence was the key to victory, and Xie Wen knew this well, hence his tireless efforts, traveling day and night.

In the vast northwest land, the Western Regions Holy Sect is like a mysterious and terrifying shadow crawling out of the dark abyss, silently yet firmly entrenched there.

Its influence is like a huge, invisible net, covering a large area of ​​the Altai Mountains and the Tarim Basin.

Those within the cult, regardless of age or gender, revere their leader, the "Prayer" clan, as deities, believing them to possess extraordinary powers and to be messengers of divine pronouncements. In their hearts, every word of the leader is like a golden rule, inviolable.

Stepping into the territory of the Holy Church is like stepping into a strange world isolated from the rest of the world.

A chilling atmosphere permeated the place, as if the air itself had been polluted by evil.

The cultists, dressed in black robes, resembled messengers from hell, their faces cold and their eyes filled with fanaticism and loyalty.

They practiced strange and unpredictable martial arts in their daily lives, and every move they made exuded a chilling aura, with each action containing a deadly threat.

Within the Holy Church's headquarters, a towering black tower rises from the ground, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

The tower was covered with mysterious runes, which seemed to have a life of their own, shimmering with an eerie light under the sunlight, as if telling ancient and evil secrets.

As night falls and all is quiet, eerie chanting echoes from within the tower. The voice is low and hoarse, like a whisper from the depths of hell, reverberating in the silent night sky, sending chills down one's spine and threatening to suck one's soul away.

The Hak tribe, colluding with the Western Regions Holy Sect, were birds of a feather. The warriors of the tribe were tall and strong, like towering mountain peaks, with rough, dark skin, the marks of years of hard work under the scorching sun and in the wind and sand.

They grew up on horseback, leading a nomadic and predatory life, which made them fierce and warlike, like wolves on the grasslands, always ready to pounce on their prey. Riding swift horses and wielding sharp scimitars, they galloped across the vast grasslands and deserts, leaving a trail of yellow sand in their wake. They were the masters of this land.

They cooperated with the Western Regions Holy Sect, one relying on barbaric force and the other on strange magic, to stir up unrest throughout the entire Northwest region, plunging the people into misery and suffering.

A bloody storm, like dark clouds before a tempest, is quietly gathering on this land, seemingly about to erupt and engulf everything in endless darkness and bloodshed.

The history of the Western Regions Holy Sect can be traced back hundreds of years, a past that is like a cursed, dark chapter.

It is said that the Holy Church once had the terrifying feat of almost destroying the Jin Dynasty. Its power was so great and its methods so cruel that people were terrified.

However, the Holy Church later suffered a great calamity, which was divine punishment for its evil deeds, and its divine lineage was severed.

From then on, the Holy Church was torn apart, splitting into three families: the Burial Moon, the Dance Moon, and the Silver Moon.

The Silver Moon family suffered severe punishment for Silver Moon Dream's defection twenty years ago and never recovered; the Burial Moon family was leaderless and fell into chaos and confusion after the death of Burial Moon Destroyer; and the Dance Moon family mysteriously disappeared as if they had vanished into thin air.

This series of upheavals has caused turmoil within the Holy Church, leaving it in disarray. However, even so, the Holy Church's ambition and ruthlessness towards outsiders have not diminished in the slightest; on the contrary, it is like a suppressed volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

The current leader, Qi Yin, is a ruthless and cruel person whose methods are appalling.

He is skilled in a bizarre and unpredictable "Blood Demon Technique," which is extremely evil and can turn blood into blades to kill people invisibly.

With just a thought, he can make the enemy's blood boil instantly, turning it into a deadly weapon in his hand.

Under his rule, the Holy Church became increasingly sinister and terrifying, like a living hell.

The Dharma Protector King "Black Winged Rakshasa" Uma and "Poison Heart Saint Hand" Gumu are both top-tier masters, each possessing deadly skills. Uma is like a demon from the darkness, his speed and unpredictable movements making him impossible to defend against; Gumu, on the other hand, is skilled in using poison, and wherever his "Poison Heart Saint Hand" goes, life is devastated, and all things are corroded by the deadly poison.

The Holy Sect boasts a vast array of experts who practice bizarre and powerful techniques. They are ruthless and decisive in their actions, employing cruel methods with no regard for human life. Clad in black robes, the sect's disciples traverse the desert sands like ghosts, their presence causing an atmosphere of fear and terror among the populace.

They would stop at nothing to achieve their goals, either by carrying out assassinations in secret, taking lives silently, or by deliberately provoking conflict, causing various factions in the martial arts world to fight each other, while they reaped the benefits.

Their meddling has disrupted peace in both the martial arts world and the local areas, plunging them into an endless abyss of darkness.

Within its controlled territory, the people dared not speak out against its anger and lived under the shadow of fear.

Any resistance would be seen as blasphemy against the gods and subject to cruel punishment.

The cruelty of those punishments was unbearable to witness, and countless innocent people lost their lives as a result, their wronged souls wandering this land.

The tribe that colluded with the Western Regions Holy Religion was the Nahak tribe.

The people of the Hak tribe are tall and strong, with rough and dark skin. Years of nomadic and raiding life have made them as fierce and warlike as wolves.

Their eyes gleamed with greed; their desire for wealth and land was like an endless black hole, insatiable.

The warriors of the Hak tribe grow up on horseback from childhood, possessing superb riding and archery skills, as if man and horse are one.

Armed with scimitars, they galloped across the grasslands and deserts, raising clouds of yellow sand wherever they went, their momentum fierce.

They were not only skilled in field combat, but also adept at raids and plundering; they were a well-trained band of robbers.

Whenever they launched an attack, they surged in like a tidal wave, their battle cries deafening and chilling.

Their attacks came without warning, like a sudden storm, leaving the victims defenseless.

(End of this chapter)