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

The morning mist, like a light veil, gently enveloped the banks of the Chishui River, its wisps and strands seemingly entwining the tenderness of this land.

Three thousand disciples of the Heroic Cherry Blossom Society stood in neat rows, their armor plates gleaming with a chilling light, like a pack of lurking tigers, ready to roar out at a single command.

Shi Feiyang was dressed in black soft armor, his posture as upright as an ancient pine tree, and the Heavenly Frost Blade at his waist faintly gleamed with a cold light, as if there was an invisible pressure that shook the surrounding air.

His gaze was piercing, sweeping over the heroes under his command with an air of authority. His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an undeniable domineering aura: "Elder Liao's Tongbei Fist is unparalleled in its ferocity, and Elder Lie's Qiankun Blade can break through ten thousand formations. This recapture of Feihu Pass will be a golden opportunity for us to uphold the nation and make our names etched in history! We will make those rebels know that the majesty of the Xiong Ying Society is not to be violated!"

Just then, a clear, melodious sound, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, broke the tense atmosphere.

Guo Xiangyu rode a lithe white horse, like a delicate flower blooming in the wind, galloping towards Shi Feiyang. Her figure was light and graceful, and the silver bell attached to the bamboo scabbard in her hand bounced merrily with her movements, making a pleasant tinkling sound.

"Husband, wait!" Guo Xiangyu's voice was clear and urgent, filled with deep concern.

She reined in the reins in front of Shi Feiyang, her beautiful eyes filled with worry as she looked at him. "The Poison King of Miao Jiang is ruthless and vicious, especially skilled in witchcraft, which is impossible to guard against. My husband, you must be extra careful on this journey, so that I don't have to worry about you."

As she spoke, she dismounted and moved gracefully to stand before Shi Feiyang.

Her eyes were gentle and affectionate, shimmering with love like spring water. She reached out and gently straightened Shi Feiyang's clothes, her fingertips tracing his face, her voice trembling slightly: "Do you know that since you decided to embark on this journey, I have worried about you every single moment? I toss and turn at night, my mind filled with images of you fighting bravely on the battlefield, afraid that you might suffer even the slightest mishap."

Looking at the woman before him, who was as beautiful as an angel, Shi Feiyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He gently held Guo Xiangyu's hand and said softly, "Xiangyu, with you so concerned, I will be careful. But as the leader of the Grand Master, I bear the heavy responsibility of upholding the nation and saving the people. I must take Feihu Pass. Don't worry, I will definitely return safely and watch the sunrise and sunset with you on the banks of the Chishui River again."

Guo Xiangyu's eyes reddened slightly as she listened to Shi Feiyang's words. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with reluctance and longing: "I know my husband has the world in his heart and lofty ambitions. But in my heart, you are my everything. I don't want any fame or fortune, I don't want any prestige in the martial arts world. I just want you to stay by my side in peace. If anything happens to you, I... I will never live alone."

After saying that, she threw herself into Shi Feiyang's arms and hugged him tightly, wanting to give him all her warmth.

Shi Feiyang gently patted her back, comforting her: "Silly girl, don't say such unlucky things. I promise you, I will come back safely. In the days to come, we will have many wonderful times to spend together."

The disciples of the Xiong Ying Society who witnessed this scene were all moved by the deep affection, and they all lowered their heads, not wanting to disturb the tender moments between the two lovers. The morning mist, seemingly also infected by this intense love, gradually dissipated, revealing the increasingly clear scenery along the Chishui River.

The morning mist lingered like a dream, and along the banks of the Chishui River, drums and gongs resounded.

Shi Feiyang's black armor shone in the sunlight, and the Heavenly Frost Blade emitted a chilling aura. With a wave of his hand, three thousand disciples of the Heroic Cherry Blossom Society shot out like arrows.

Guo Xiangyu gripped the reins tightly, the silver bells trembling with the horse's neighing, her eyes filled with unconcealed worry: "This journey will be fraught with peril, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang had already transformed into a green shadow and darted away, leaving only a clear and resonant echo: "After I crush the bandit's lair, I will drink the spring waves of Chishui with my wife!" The twilight was like congealed blood splashed on the mountain ranges, and dark red liquid seeped from the cracks in the bluestone of Loushan Pass.

As the seventy-two poisonous corpses broke through the ground, a piercing sound of copper bells rubbing against bones echoed from the earth. The seven-colored miasma spewing from between the blue-faced, fanged creatures struck the rocks, creating holes. Instantly, the vegetation within a radius of ten feet turned black and curled up. The stench of rotting flesh mixed with sulfur soared into the sky, startling the mountain eagles that circled and cried out in mid-air.

The Seven Disciples of Wudang, who came to aid the imperial troops in suppressing the rebellion, stood with their feet planted on the Big Dipper, their Taoist robes billowing like flags in the poisonous wind. Yu Xuzi pointed his long sword to the sky, the Bagua diagram engraved on the blade emitting a faint light: "Today, we will use the Way of Heaven to cleanse the evil!"

Yu Yangzi and Yu Jingzi swept across the two wings, while Yu Hengzi, Yu Shuzi, Yu Fangzi, and Yu Chenzi linked their swords together. When the seven longswords were drawn, their cold light surged, even splitting the deepening twilight with a silver mark.

"True Martial Seven Cuts, Slay Evil!" With a roar from Yu Xuzi, the "Wudang Soul-Chasing Sword Technique" was unleashed in succession. The sword shadow of "Seven Stars Chasing the Moon" transformed into the phantom of the Big Dipper, and the sword energy of "Heavenly Gang Breaking Demons" was as powerful as thunder. The bluish-gray limbs and severed arms of the poisonous corpse were wrapped in poisonous mist and fell into the mountain stream like meteors.

The Emei heroine Su Qinghan, dressed in snow-white robes, unleashed a move called "Golden Peak Buddha Light" with her Qingming Sword, causing thousands of sword shadows to converge into a golden lotus platform.

However, a soft laugh came from the depths of the poisonous fog. Yun Wuyue, the female strategist of Yang Yinglong's rebel army, floated over, her toes touching the shoulders of the poisonous corpses. Her peacock feathers glowed with a ghostly blue phosphorescence: "I have long heard that Master Shi is skilled in many ways, has superb martial arts, and is omnipotent. But does Master Shi know that this Love Flower Gu is specifically designed to devour the hearts of lovers?"

The red threads on her fingertips slithered like living snakes, instantly disappearing into the back of Su Qinghan's neck. The Emei heroine's pupils contracted sharply, and the Qingming Sword abruptly turned towards Shi Feiyang, unleashing the most ruthless move in the Emei sword style, "Jade Maiden Throwing Shuttle," the cold light of the sword tip aimed straight for the vital point of her throat.

"Husband, be careful!" Guo Xiangyu's bamboo knife flew from her hand, the silver bell on the scabbard resonating with a clear, melodious dragon's roar. The bamboo knife clashed with the Green Destiny Sword, sparks flying. Guo Xiangyu lightly touched the ground with her toes and darted to Shi Feiyang's side, the scent of jasmine mixed with the smell of blood spreading from her temples: "Don't hurt my beloved!"

Shi Feiyang dodged to the side, his icy blue true energy surging like a raging sea as he circulated his Mingyu Gong: "Miss Su is under the control of a Gu poison, everyone please hold back!"

When he activated his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison," the seven-colored miasma instantly condensed into ice crystals and fell wherever his sword energy passed.

The members of the Xiong Ying Society shouted in unison, their voices like thunderclaps. Liao Pei's palms were like iron, and he unleashed the "Mountain-Splitting Rock" move of the Tongbei Fist, the force of which shattered the three poisonous corpses into pieces. Lie Quan wielded the Qiankun Blade, creating a golden blade curtain, and when his "Qiankun Demon-Slaying Slash" cleaved through the miasma, the blade sparked blue lightning as it rubbed against the poisonous gas. Wu Zhong's iron palms flew, splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks, striking the chest of a poisonous corpse, causing black blood mixed with broken bones to spray out.

Xiao Lingling's Mandarin Duck Blades transformed into twin lotus blossoms, her left blade unleashing a move called "Red Lotus Breaks the Sun," while her right blade swung out "White Lotus Reflects the Moon," causing the heads of the poisonous corpses to tumble off at the point where the two blades met. Miao Menlong drew his bow to its fullest extent, and the Star Chaser Arrow drew down lightning, crackling with electricity as it struck the charred poisonous corpses. Shan Zhi flung out his plum blossom darts, aiming precisely at the seven vital points of the poisonous corpses, the thirty-six darts weaving a blood-red plum blossom array in the air.

Xie Wen's Eagle Claw Kung Fu was unparalleled in its ferocity. His gyrfalcon claws tore open the poisonous corpse's face, and his eagle claw hook pierced the corpse's throat. Shi Xiong's White Rainbow Sword was like a venomous snake emerging from its hole. With a move called "White Snake Spits Tongue," the tip of the sword opened the poisonous corpse's abdominal cavity, and its foul-smelling internal organs poured out.

Lu Wending twirled his longsword, his "Snow Ridge Collapse Clouds" technique from the Tianshan Swordplay stirring up icy mist, the blood-red claw shadows of the Blood Rakshasa echoing it, tearing poisonous corpses to shreds wherever it passed.

Guo Xiangyu unleashed a move called "Night Rain on the Xiao and Xiang Rivers" with her bamboo sword. The sword light was like a continuous drizzle, shattering all the poisonous corpses that were approaching Shi Feiyang: "If you want to hurt my husband, you'll have to get past me first!"

The silver bell-shaped silk thread in her palm cut deeply into her flesh, and blood dripped down the bamboo knife, but she was completely unaware.

Shi Feiyang surveyed the battlefield, unleashing a powerful strike with his Heavenly Frost Blade, "Heaven and Earth United," the icy blue blade energy transforming into a hundred-foot-long waterfall of light that swept across the entire army. His voice echoed through the mountains: "You petty villains of the martial world, how dare you obstruct my path to upholding the nation? Today, I will make this Loushan Pass your burial ground!"

Where the blade's energy passed, the poisonous corpses exploded, and the bits of flesh and poisonous mist transformed into a crimson rain in the twilight.

Yun Wuyue had already disappeared into the depths of the poisonous fog, leaving only a faint chuckle, as if she were brewing the next conspiracy.

As dusk settled, the smoke of battle still lingered over Loushan Pass, and the setting sun stained the scattered corpses and broken swords with a dark red hue.

The Seven Masters of Wudang sheathed their swords, and as the seven longswords returned to their cases, they emitted a clear and melodious sound, just like the roars of seven dragons echoing through the mountains.

Yu Xuzi lightly waved his whisk, and the Taiji diagram on his Taoist robe appeared and disappeared in the blood-red light: "I have long admired Hero Shi's ambition to serve the country. Today I have the honor to see him. His reputation is indeed well-deserved."

Shi Feiyang laughed heartily, the icy blue true energy on the Heavenly Frost Blade still lingering: "The seven Daoist masters' Wudang swordsmanship is superb. Today, they fought side by side to defeat the enemy. It is truly my good fortune!" He introduced the heroes of the Xiong Ying Society one by one. When his gaze fell on Guo Xiangyu, his tone softened unconsciously: "This is my wife, Xiangyu. Her Hundred Victories Qimen Three Talents Saber Technique is superb. She is also my wise and capable assistant in my adventures in the martial world."

Guo Xiangyu's cheeks flushed, and she curtsied, the jasmine blossoms by her temples trembling slightly.

At this moment, Lu Wending and Blood Rakshasa were sitting cross-legged on the ground, their true energy circulating around them. Two streams of energy, one white and one red, intertwined and slowly flowed into Su Qinghan's body. The Emei heroine Su Qinghan's face was as pale as paper, and although the red lines on her neck were faint, they had not completely disappeared.

Upon seeing this, Guo Xiangyu did not hesitate to take out a Xu Fu elixir and swallow it.

The pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth, and a dazzling light suddenly erupted from her body. Her clothes fluttered without wind, as she absorbed all the divine power of the elixir.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a clear copper bell rang out from within the poisonous fog.

Yun Wuyue stepped over the shoulders of the poisonous corpses and flew through the air. Her red dress was like an eerie mandala in the twilight, and the peacock feather in her hand shimmered with a ghostly blue light: "Shi Feiyang, the friendship we shared under the moon while drinking 'Forget-Me-Not Wine' together last time you came to Miao territory to help the imperial troops quell the rebellion, is it going to be all for naught today?"

Red threads shot out from her fingertips like serpents, instantly wrapping around Shi Feiyang's wrist. "This Love Flower Gu understands the human heart best. Do you think that the greater good of the nation can withstand the power of love?"

"In chaotic times, how can personal feelings be compared with the well-being of the people!" Shi Feiyang roared with unyielding spirit. He instantly activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Love: Ice Soul Cold Prison" level. Holding the Heavenly Frost Blade, his fierce sword energy swept across the world, freezing the miasma into ice crystals that fell wherever it passed.

Liao Pei's palms flew, and the "Mountain-Splitting Rock" of Tongbei Fist struck out with a bang, instantly turning the three poisonous corpses into dust; Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade danced with countless blade shadows, and his "Qiankun Demon-Slaying Slash" cleaved through the seven-colored miasma, the blade colliding with the poison gas, bursting out blue lightning.

Suddenly, Blood Rakshasa roared to the sky, her blood energy surging, and her fingernails instantly transformed into foot-long claws. Like a bloodthirsty beast, she pounced into the horde of poisonous corpses, tearing two of them apart with her bare hands. The foul-smelling black blood splattered all over her pale face, making her appear even more ferocious and terrifying.

At the critical moment, Yun Wuyue suddenly threw out nine silver bells. The clear and melodious sound of the bells, like the cry of a phoenix in the heavens, completely suppressed the buzzing of the Love Flower Gu.

Su Qinghan suddenly came to her senses, staring at the blood-stained Qingming Sword in her hand, her eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Yun Wuyue retracted the peacock feather, a half-smile playing on her lips: "Shi Feiyang, I'll let you live a few more days today. Once we reach Flying Tiger Pass, I'll make sure you know that this world isn't ruled by you alone!"

Before she finished speaking, she touched the ground with her toes and disappeared into the pervasive poisonous fog, leaving behind only a faint chuckle.

Loushan Pass finally returned to silence. Shi Feiyang gazed in the direction where Yun Wuyue had disappeared, the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand trembling slightly.

Guo Xiangyu gently stepped forward and wiped the bloodstains from his forehead with a handkerchief: "Yun Wuyue's methods are too bizarre. You and her..."

Shi Feiyang grasped her hand in return, his gaze unwavering: "The grudges and feuds of the martial world are like a tangled mess, but since I have taken the world as my responsibility, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, I will still forge a peaceful path!" The setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them, making them appear exceptionally resolute on the devastated battlefield.

The bloodshed at Loushan Pass has not yet ceased, and the lingering effects of the Love Flower Gu left behind by Yun Wuyue remain.

Although Su Qinghan's poison was temporarily suppressed by Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong, the eerie red thread on her fair neck was still faintly visible, ready to erupt again at any moment. Shi Feiyang knew that if an antidote wasn't found soon, the Emei heroine would surely lose her mind.

“This Gu is of the same origin as the Miao sacred artifact ‘Thousand Machines’.” Guo Xiangyu stared at the red thread on Su Qinghan’s neck, her beautiful eyes filled with worry, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the silver bell on the bamboo knife. “Since Yun Wuyue is Yang Yinglong’s adopted daughter, she must know the secrets behind it.”

She suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with worry as she gazed at Shi Feiyang. "But that demoness is elusive; how could she possibly reveal herself so easily?"

Shi Feiyang sheathed the Frost Blade, his icy blue true energy flowing in his palm, seemingly trying to dispel the bloody stench emanating from him: "The more dangerous the place, the more likely it is to hold a turning point. Flying Tiger Pass is a rebel stronghold, and Yun Wuyue must be strategizing there. Let's strike at the heart of the enemy!"

His gaze swept over his men. “But we need to split into two groups—Elder Liao and Elder Lie will lead the men to clear out the remaining poisonous corpses at Loushan Pass and secure the rear; the rest of you will follow me to launch a surprise attack on Feihu Pass.”

Just as everyone was preparing to set off, a blood-red carrier pigeon suddenly appeared on the horizon.

Blood Rakshasa leaped into the air, using her Eagle Claw Technique to seize the carrier pigeon. The silk ribbon tied to the pigeon's leg was dyed a strange bluish-purple.

Shi Feiyang unfolded the silk and his pupils suddenly contracted—the letter of challenge was written in poison, with a lifelike peacock feather drawn at the end.

"Master Shi truly lives up to his reputation; his victory at Loushan Pass has earned my utmost respect." The letter was written in a flamboyant hand, exuding a captivating allure. "Three days from now, at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), I await your arrival at 'Soul-Severing Cliff' at Flying Tiger Pass. If you wish to rescue the beauty of Emei, remember to come alone."

Guo Xiangyu snatched the silk handkerchief, the silver bells ringing urgently: "This is clearly a trap! Yun Wuyue is cunning and treacherous, how can my husband risk himself alone?"

Her voice trembled slightly, and her fingertips gripped Shi Feiyang's sleeve tightly. "Take me with you, and I will protect you!"

Shi Feiyang gently stroked the back of her hand, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains: "Xiangyu, how could I not know it was a trap? But Miss Su has been poisoned because of me, I cannot stand by and watch her die. Besides, Yun Wuyue may be hiding a larger conspiracy. If we can uncover the rebels' plans on this trip..."

Before he could finish speaking, Guo Xiangyu stood on tiptoe and covered his mouth.

"Don't say another word!" Her eyes reddened, her starry gaze filled with stubbornness. "If you insist on going, I'll secretly follow you. If you're in danger, I'll risk my life to pull you back from the brink of death!"

She suddenly buried her face in Shi Feiyang's chest, her voice muffled, "Without you, what does this vast world have to do with me?"

Just then, a disciple of the Xiong Ying Society shouted, "Something terrible has happened! Heroine Su has been kidnapped! Someone, come quick!"

Shi Feiyang hurriedly separated from Guo Xiangyu and ran to see what was going on. It turned out that someone had taken advantage of the Xiong Ying heroes and the Seven Masters of Wudang having dinner to suddenly kill the Xiong Ying guards and kidnap Su Qinghan.

Shi Feiyang estimated that this move must be related to Qu Yunwuyue.

He did not blame the disciples nearby, but instead comforted them with kind words, telling them to eat dinner properly and rest well, and not to worry about the matter.

In the secluded chamber of Feihu Pass, Yun Wuyue played with the peacock feather, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

Behind her, the bronze mirror reflected seventy-two even more terrifying "blood corpses." These monsters, crafted from living people, had bulging veins and their eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty red light. "Shi Feiyang, do you think you can break this deadlock by yourself?" Yun Wuyue whispered to the bronze mirror. The blood corpse in the mirror seemed to sense her words and let out low growls. "This 'Thousand-Mechanism Induction' poison was tailor-made for you. Once you step onto the Cliff of Broken Souls, it will be the beginning of my revenge plan."

Her laughter echoed in the secret room, startling the bats on the roof beams. The fluttering of their wings added an eerie touch to the impending life-or-death duel.

Night had fallen, and the lights in the camp were gradually going out, except for the flickering candlelight in Shi Feiyang's tent. Guo Xiangyu leaned against him, the scent of jasmine in her hair mingling with the incense in the tent, weaving a gentle net. She looked up at Shi Feiyang's sharply defined face, her fingertips lightly tracing the outline of his sword-like eyebrows: "Feiyang, let me go with you to Feihu Pass tomorrow. I can protect you."

Shi Feiyang pulled her closer and kissed her forehead: "Silly girl, Broken Soul Cliff is extremely dangerous, and Yun Wuyue is full of cunning schemes. How could I let you risk your life?" Guo Xiangyu pouted, tears welling up in her starry eyes: "But I worry about who will bandage your wounds and warm your wine without me by your side. Have you forgotten how you were poisoned last time? If it weren't for me..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it finally turned into a plaintive sob.

Shi Feiyang's heart softened. He cupped her face in his hands and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb: "Madam, I promise you, I will return safely after rescuing Miss Su. You stay at the camp and wait for me to come back."

Guo Xiangyu suddenly hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest: "I don't care about any grand principles or heroes, I just want you to be safe and sound. If anything happens to you, what's the point of my life?"

Her tears soaked his clothes, and her small hands gripped his clothes tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, he would disappear.

Shi Feiyang gently stroked her long hair and coaxed softly, "Be good, don't be naughty. Look, this silver bell pendant is still on me. As soon as it rings, I'll know it's you thinking of me." He took the silver bell from Guo Xiangyu's waist and tied it to his own wrist. The bell rang clearly, but it couldn't hide the sorrow of parting that filled the tent.

As night deepened, Guo Xiangyu finally fell into a deep sleep in his arms, a slight tremor of unease still lingering at the corners of her mouth.

Looking at her sleeping face, Shi Feiyang felt a pang of reluctance and guilt.

He gently kissed away the sorrow between her brows, carefully settled her on the couch, and tucked her in: "Wait for me to come back, Xiangyu."

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the campsite.

Shi Feiyang donned a black cloak, the Frostblade at his waist gleaming coldly. He glanced one last time at Guo Xiangyu's tent, then turned and stepped into the night.

A cold wind ruffled his robes, and the silver bell on his wrist jingled softly, like Guo Xiangyu's murmur in a dream. Elder Liao Pei of the Xiong Ying Guild was already waiting outside the tent. Seeing Shi Feiyang emerge, he whispered, "Don't worry, Grand Master, I will take care of the Seven Heroes of Wudang. However..."

He glanced at Guo Xiangyu's tent. "Over there, Madam."

Shi Feiyang clenched his fist, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes: "Take good care of her for me. If... if I don't come back, let her find a good family to marry into." Liao Pei sighed: "The Grand Master is blessed with good fortune; he will surely return safely."

Shi Feiyang said no more, and used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," to disappear into the night like a black shadow.

At this moment, Guo Xiangyu suddenly woke up from her dream and reached out to touch the side, only to find it was ice cold.

She sat up abruptly, staring at the empty tent, tears welling up in her eyes: "Feiyang, you lied to me."

She rushed out the door, stared at the dark night sky, and shouted hoarsely, "Shi Feiyang! If you dare to die outside, I will haunt you even as a ghost!" In the cold wind, her thin figure swayed in the moonlight, just like a jasmine flower withering in the wind and rain.

In late autumn, Bozhou was shrouded in a desolate atmosphere. Ancient trees with withered vines clung to them and wept in the cold wind. Frost clung to the mountain paths piled with decaying leaves.

Shi Feiyang sped along under the waning moonlight, his clothes brushing against the rock face covered with icicles, startling a few crows. As their wings fluttered, they shook off a few drops of blood—a faint fishy smell already filled the air.

Just as the Cliff of Broken Souls was in sight, the mountain wind suddenly shifted, swirling up a sky full of withered leaves.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the old pine tree on the cliff edge with his toes, and seven dark figures suddenly rose up from different directions. The moment Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Clan, swung his iron arm, the air made a piercing explosion: "Shi Feiyang! You ruined my plan to be recruited by the imperial court in the past, today you will pay with your life!"

A crimson light blazed from his palm, and the "Regretful Dragon" move from the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" crashed down with immense force. Wherever his iron palm passed, the ground cracked with spiderweb-like patterns. "What a madman who defies the law with martial arts!" Xie Zhichuan ignited the Kunlun Flame on one arm, and the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" flickered in the flames. The first move, "Sword Strike to Seal the Throat," reduced the vegetation within a three-zhang radius to ashes.

Dugu Yan's "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique" is like a ghost shuttling through the air, with the sword shadows as fine as embroidery needles weaving a dense net, and the tip of the sword glowing with an eerie purple light.

Blood Lord's blood energy surged, and the blood-red whip formed by "Blood Shadow Technique" lashed out, instantly turning the rocks it touched into dust.

Shi Feiyang drew his Heavenly Frost Blade, the icy blue true energy colliding with the raging flames, unleashing a deafening roar: "The world is in turmoil, and you are aiding and abetting evil. Do you even deserve to talk about the code of the martial world?" The blade flashed, and the Mingyu Skill "Supreme Forgetfulness of Ice Soul Cold Prison" froze the attacking blood whip. However, three dog-beating sticks wrapped around his ankles like poisonous snakes.

Ding Hong, an elder of the Beggars' Sect, sneered, "Try this old beggar's 'vicious dog blocking the road'!"

Wu Zhou and Wu Gun wielded their sticks in perfect coordination, their "Dog-Beating Stick Technique" alternating between "Beating the Dog's Head" and "No Dogs Under Heaven," the shadows of their sticks pressing down like dark clouds. Shi Feiyang spun and leaped up, his blade cleaving through the barrage of stick shadows. Wu Zhou seized an opening, his iron staff aimed straight for Wu Zhou's back, but Shi Feiyang suddenly reversed his grip on his blade, unleashing a "Slaying the Mortal World" strike that slashed down diagonally, severing the iron staff along with Wu Zhou's right arm.

Before the blood splattering from the severed arm could even hit the ground, Wu Gun's dog-beating stick was already at his face.

Instead of retreating, Shi Feiyang advanced, pushing his Mingyu Gong to its full potential. He condensed his icy blue true energy into a shield that shattered the staff, and then unleashed a palm strike with thunderous force, slamming into Wu Gun's chest. With the sound of ribs cracking, Wu Gun crashed into the rock wall like a kite with a broken string, his brains splattering out.

"You're courting death!" Blood Lord roared upon seeing this, his crimson whip transforming into countless blood blades. Shi Feiyang let out a long howl, unleashing the ultimate move "Heaven and Earth Live Together" from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique with his Heavenly Frost Blade. The icy blue blade curtain collided with the blood blades, and the resulting shockwave overturned half of the cliff.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xie Zhichuan closed in, unleashing the "Godslayer and Buddha Destroyer" move, a killing technique from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" wrapped in Kunlun Flame. Shi Feiyang dodged to the side, the blade slicing across his iron arm. Amidst the flying sparks, a wound a few inches deep was left on the steel-hard arm.

Zhong Renwang unleashed both palms simultaneously, using the "Crossing the Great River" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to block Shi Feiyang's retreat, and roared with deep-seated hatred: "Shi Feiyang, today is your death anniversary!"

A cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes. He suddenly sheathed his sword and unleashed the "Red Slash Technique." His palms were like two frost blades, the coldness materializing and instantly freezing Zhong Renwang's iron palms into ice blocks.

Taking advantage of his astonishment, Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, snatched Ding Hong's dog-beating stick with his bare hands, and used the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique" of "Pushing the Dog Up to the Sky" to thrust out with his backhand, accurately piercing Wu Gun's throat.

At this moment, Dugu Yan's sword was already close to his back. Shi Feiyang did not turn his head. His dog-beating stick coiled back like a snake and struck his Tanzhong acupoint.

Dugu Yan grunted and flew backward, the purple sword blade piercing the ground and even scalding the rocks, causing wisps of white smoke to rise from them.

Xie Zhichuan's Kunlun Flames struck again, but Shi Feiyang roared and swung his Heavenly Frost Blade. The blade's momentum, like ten thousand rivers flowing into the sea, stirred up mountain winds, causing the flames to be swept back. Xie Zhichuan couldn't dodge in time and was engulfed by his own flames. With a shrill scream, his flesh and iron arm melted together into a charred remains.

However, Xie Zhichuan managed to extinguish the flames, and he fled in a staggering manner, his body riddled with wounds.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Blood Lord transformed into a blood shadow and fled.

Zhong Renwang grabbed Ding Hong's hand, pulled Li Wuduo along, and together they fled. His iron hands trembled uncontrollably as he muttered to himself in a trembling voice, "Is this Shi Feiyang a human or a demon?"

The voice carried from afar. Shi Feiyang sheathed his Frostblade, the blood on its blade instantly freezing into ice. He coldly snorted, "Zhong Renwang, I am nothing more than a lonely soul wielding a sword to defend the righteous in this chaotic world. Hmph!"

After saying that, he turned and looked towards Feihu Pass. His figure gradually disappeared into the thick night, leaving only limbs and lingering blood on the ground, telling the story of this thrilling battle in the autumn wind.

At the third quarter of the hour of Yin (3:45 AM), the Cliff of Broken Souls was swallowed by a thick, inky fog. The jagged rocks on the cliff edge appeared and disappeared in the fog, like thousands of menacing demons. A cold wind howled past, stirring up gusts of foul wind, mixed with chilling wailing, as if countless wronged souls were telling the tragic tales of the past.

Shi Feiyang stood alone on the edge of the cliff, his dark-colored martial arts attire fluttering in the wind. The Frost Blade at his waist gleamed with a cold, eerie light, like a lurking beast ready to devour its prey at any moment. Amidst the swirling mist, a dazzling red figure slowly emerged.

Yun Wuyue wore a blood-red gauze dress, looking like a demon emerging from hell, with a peacock feather in her hand shimmering with an eerie, ghostly blue light.

Behind her, the Emei heroine Su Qinghan was bound by iron chains, her eyes vacant, and the red thread around her neck, like a venomous snake, had spread to her cheeks, giving her pale face an eerie crimson hue.

"Master Shi is indeed true to his word." Yun Wuyue's lips curled into a bewitching yet ruthless smile, her voice echoing in the mist with a seductive charm. "I just wonder, did you come to this Broken Soul Cliff today to save someone, or to face your death?"

A storm raged within her. The fact that Zhong Renwang and the others had joined forces had resulted in a crushing defeat meant that Shi Feiyang's martial arts skills far exceeded her expectations.

For some reason, amidst the shock, a sense of admiration welled up in my heart—to risk his life alone to save a woman he had only known for a short time, his chivalry and courage deserved the title of the greatest hero in the world.

Shi Feiyang's gaze pierced through the thick fog, looking directly into Yun Wuyue's eyes. He said loudly, "Miss Yun, when will this cycle of revenge end? Yang Yinglong has wreaked havoc on the world, causing people to be displaced. You have aided and abetted this evil. Don't you feel even a little bit of guilt? Put down your hatred, hand over the antidote, and I guarantee with my life that you will be safe."

"Protect me?" Yun Wuyue threw her head back and laughed wildly, her laughter filled with mockery and sorrow. "Back then, my entire Yun family was slaughtered by the imperial court. Not a single old, weak, woman, or child was spared. At that time, who protected my Yun family? Shi Feiyang, you have the world in your heart, but have you ever seen the blood and tears of this little woman? Today, I will make you watch this Emei beauty die in the Western Paradise!"

Before she could finish speaking, Yun Wuyue flicked her finger, and a red light flashed.

Su Qinghan suddenly sprang up, her Azure Nether Sword darting out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

Shi Feiyang remained unmoved, his figure shifting like a ghost as he dodged to the side. At the same time, icy blue true energy surged in his palm, striking Su Qinghan's wrist with a "snap." The Azure Nether Sword fell from her hand to the ground, but Su Qinghan seemed possessed by an evil spirit, letting out a sharp roar and reaching out to grab Shi Feiyang with her bare hands.

"Miss Su, I apologize!" A hint of reluctance flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes. He tapped his fingertips and instantly sealed several major acupoints on Su Qinghan's body.

Su Qinghan's body trembled, and she collapsed to the ground. However, the crisis was not over.

Suddenly, the peacock feather in Yun Wuyue's hand shone brightly, and countless poisonous needles shot towards Shi Feiyang like a rainstorm.

At the same time, a sickening sound of bones grinding came from below the cliff. Seventy-two blood corpses burst out of the ground. Their bodies were rotting, their flesh rolled up, revealing their stark white bones. They roared and lunged forward, baring their fangs and claws.

Shi Feiyang let out a long howl, and the Heavenly Frost Blade was drawn from its sheath, its blade radiating a chilling aura.

He channeled his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison" realm, unleashing icy blue true energy like a raging tide. A flash of light, and the chilling blade energy shook off all the poison needles. The first few blood corpses were cleaved into pieces, black blood splattering and condensing into a blood mist in the air.

The blood-soaked corpses, however, seemed oblivious to the pain and continued to surge forward relentlessly.

Shi Feiyang's body was enveloped in icy blue true energy, which gradually formed a huge vortex of true energy, emanating a bone-chilling cold.

The approaching blood corpse was instantly frozen, its skin covered in frost, and with a "crack," it fell apart, shattering into ice shards scattered all over the ground.

Yun Wuyue was increasingly shocked, but, stubbornly clinging to her pride, she still roared at the top of her lungs, "Shi Feiyang, today is your death day! There is no cure for the Thousand Machine Induction Poison, and Su Qinghan will not survive either!"

In the thick fog, Shi Feiyang's icy blue true energy clashed violently with the putrid smell of blood and corpses, and every swing of the Heavenly Frost Blade sent shattered bones flying all over the ground.

Suddenly, a clear, melodious silver bell pierced the deathly silence, more lively than a mountain stream and more urgent than an echo in an empty valley.

Guo Xiangyu, dressed in white, with jasmine blossoms falling from her hair as she sped away, her bamboo knife still sheathed, the silver bell on the scabbard already vibrating with a continuous, clear sound. It was actually the "Silver Bell Sound Transmission Skill" from the "Nine Yin Manual" taught by Shi Feiyang that broke through the resonance of the Gu worms in the blood corpse horde.

"My lord, I'm here!" She lightly touched the corpse's shoulder with her toes, her figure even more graceful than a swallow in spring.

The moment the bamboo sword was drawn, the continuous blade light of "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" poured down like the misty rain of Jiangnan. Frost-like cracks bloomed on the necks of three bloody corpses, and the putrid black blood splattered on her white skirt, but it made her look even more resolute and bright.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank sharply, and his icy blue true energy almost collapsed in shock and anger: "Who sent you here? This is the Cliff of Broken Souls!"

Guo Xiangyu spun around to avoid the blood corpse's claws, her bamboo knife twirling into a double lotus flower shape, her coquettishness tinged with stubbornness: "Do you know how heartbroken I was when I woke up in the middle of the night and found the bedside empty?"

She slashed away the bloodied hand that lunged at her with her sword, the silver ornaments in her hair swaying slightly with her heavy breathing. "You said you would protect all living beings, but in my heart, you are my world! Even if the road ahead leads to the gates of hell, I will accompany you on this journey!"

As she spoke, she darted to Shi Feiyang's side, her bamboo knife flashing and slashing, forcing the surrounding blood-soaked corpses back three steps: "Save Miss Su first! If anything happens to you, I will definitely tear down this Broken Soul Cliff to make you pay with your life!"

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Shi Feiyang's blood-stained sleeve, her eyes filled with deep affection. "Have you forgotten? You said that my Hundred Victories Qimen Three Talents Saber Technique is most suitable for your Mingyu Skill. If we don't fight side by side now, when will we?"

Shi Feiyang's throat tightened, and his Mingyu Gong suddenly surged by three-tenths, his palms pressing against Su Qinghan's back. Seeing this, Yun Wuyue's Peacock Feather emitted an eerie purple light, and seventy-two poisonous needles condensed into a "Peacock Spreading its Tail" killing array, dyeing the air within a ten-zhang radius indigo. (End of Chapter)