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

Miao Menlong took off the precious carved bow from his back; the sandalwood bow was shiny from being soaked in rainwater.

He nocked an arrow and drew the bowstring; the vibrating sound of the bowstring mingled with the thunderous roar.

Three armor-piercing arrows shot through the air, the steel barbs on their arrowheads flashing coldly in the rain, precisely embedding themselves into the copper rings at the joints of the bamboo tubes.

Sparks flew as copper and iron clashed, and the ancient pipe groaned under its strain.

Shan Zhi opened his plum blossom dart pouch, and twelve silver darts flew out of his hand like stars falling to the ground. Twelve rebel archers were struck in the throat by the darts, and their blood mixed with rainwater meandered into strange patterns on the bluestone.

Shi Xiong wielded his White Rainbow Sword and cleaved through the wooden fence. Before the dragon's roar from the sword had faded, the sound of chains suddenly came from underground.

Dozens of black-clad assassins burst from the ground, their hooks coated with a ghostly blue venom, coiling around the group's ankles like serpents.

Shi Feiyang leaped into the air with his toes touching the ground, his black martial arts attire billowing like sails. He unleashed the "Severing the Edge of Heaven" technique from his palms! Nine golden sword energies spread out in a fan shape, severing hooks wherever they went. The assassins were cleaved in two, armor and all, their limbs tumbling in the torrential rain mixed with mud.

"What a clever scheme!" When Shi Feiyang landed, the blue bricks shattered, and the icy blue true energy that struck the three assassins who were close by caused them to vomit blood.

However, in the distance, torches flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, and hundreds of rebels surged forward, brandishing long swords and shouting. The glint of their swords formed a blood-red river in the rain.

Suddenly, the eagle on Xie Wen's shoulder let out a sharp cry. He took out his eagle whistle and blew out a strange melody. The eagle flew towards the rebel army's torch array like an arrow.

The bowstring of the Miaomen Dragon Bow twangs again, and the piercing arrows aim specifically at the wrists of those holding the fire.

Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts transformed into a silver rain, blocking the rebel army's front-line offensive.

Shi Xiong unleashed the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" with his White Rainbow Sword, each strike aimed at a vital point like the throat. Blood splattered on his still-childish face, only making his eyes appear sharper like an eagle's. Shi Feiyang activated his Bright Jade Skill to the "Limitless Asura's Hell on Earth," causing his icy blue true energy to surge and condense into an illusory ice dragon in the rain.

"Break!" The ice dragon roared as it charged into the enemy ranks, instantly covering the rebel army with frost wherever it went. Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Sun and Moon Shining Together" technique from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms, and two enormous golden blade shadows pressed down like Mount Tai, cleaving a three-zhang-wide gap in the rebel formation.

However, at that moment, a general clad in black iron armor suddenly charged out from the ranks, wielding a spiked club with impenetrable force. It was none other than Luo Cheng, "Blood Wolf Fang," under Yang Yinglong's command. "Shi Feiyang, prepare to die!" Luo Cheng's roar pierced everyone's eardrums, and the force of the club's attack caused raindrops to condense and spray towards the crowd. Shi Xiong raised his sword to parry, but the force of the blow split his hand open; the arrow shot by Miao Menlong was shattered by the club.

Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted slightly, and his icy blue true energy flowed along with the Hundred Victory Blade Technique. Wherever his palm struck, the air emitted a piercing shriek: "Since you call yourself Blood Wolf Fang, today I will make you bleed the Wujiang River!" The moment the two clashed, the torrential rain seemed to be pushed away by the shockwave.

Shi Feiyang's "Slaying the Mortal World" and Luo Cheng's "Wolf Fang Shattering the Mountain" collided, unleashing a deafening roar like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting.

Shi Feiyang's icy blue true energy and Luo Cheng's blood-red qi intertwined, turning the bluestone into dust wherever they passed.

Dan Zhi seized the opportunity to throw out three bone-piercing nails, but Luo Cheng shattered them with a backhand strike, sending fragments flying that nearly injured Shi Xiong.

Lan Xiaodie's Jade Phosphorus Sword traced an eerie arc, the Five Poisons Totem on the blade emitting a ghostly glow.

She used her "Butterfly Shadow Step" to circle behind Luo Cheng, and her scorpion tail dart aimed straight for his "vital point." Luo Cheng was forced to retreat and defend.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Heaven and Earth Coexist" technique with both palms. The golden palm shadows, carrying the chilling aura of the Ice Soul Cold Prison, shattered Luo Cheng's protective qi. The spiked club flew out of his hand, Luo Cheng's chest armor shattered, and the blood he spat out condensed into a blood mist in the air.

With Luo Cheng falling to the ground, the rebel army's formation immediately fell into chaos.

Shi Feiyang stared at the broken bamboo tube at the ancient pipe connection point, where the water of the underground river surged out, washing away the remaining siphon device.

He wiped the rain from his face, gazing at the dawn breaking on the horizon, his icy blue true energy flowing in his palm: "Siphon pipe destroyed, artillery safe. But when will this bloody storm in the martial world finally end?" As the last siphon pipe collapsed amidst the explosion, Shi Feiyang smiled as he looked towards the Ming army camp.

Before they could catch their breath, a strange bamboo whistle sounded from the depths of the bamboo forest, and seven dark figures appeared on the mountain ridge like ghosts, stepping through the puddles.

"The martial artists of the Central Plains are nothing but empty names. What kind of heroes are they who only do such petty theft?" Hattori Onizo slowly removed his demon mask, revealing half of his face covered in scars. The chrysanthemum-patterned short sword at his waist gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light. Behind him, six Japanese pirates simultaneously drew their swords, the sound of their blades cutting through the rain creating an eerie rhythm.

Seeing the situation was dire, Xie Wen quickly hoisted Shi Xiong onto his back, unleashed his Heavenly Silk Net, and enveloped Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi. He then used his "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Technique" to float in mid-air. This relieved Shi Feiyang of his burden, allowing him to focus on dealing with the Japanese pirates.

Shi Feiyang's body circulated icy blue true energy, condensing the falling raindrops into ice crystals. He roared, "You lowly Japanese pirates, how dare you run wild on the territory of my Great Ming!" Before he finished speaking, seven black figures launched an attack simultaneously.

Hattori Onizo used the "Hidden Mist Clone Technique," his figure appearing and disappearing among the bamboo forest, the mist from his blades resembling the spitting tongue of a venomous snake.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the bamboo branches with his toes and displayed the wonderful lightness skill of "leaving without a trace after the deed is done".

However, the Japanese pirates' sword techniques were extremely cunning, with each slash aimed directly at vital points.

Suddenly, a dark figure attacked from behind, a Japanese sword carrying a foul stench aimed straight for his back.

Shi Feiyang spun around and flipped to the side, unleashing the "Slaying the Mortal World" move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique with both palms!
Nine golden sword energies crisscrossed, but the black shadow turned into a puddle of water, revealing it to be an illusion.

"What a clever trick!" Shi Feiyang roared, activating the Mingyu Gong to the "Limitless Asura's Hell on Earth".

A faint golden light shone in his eyes; these were the "Golden Eyes" that could see through illusions.

At this moment, he could see clearly that among the seven figures, only Hattori Kizo's sword carried a genuine killing intent.

Hattori Onizo grinned as he threw out three poisoned shuriken, while his six subordinates formed the "Big Dipper Killing Formation".

Shi Feiyang unleashed a move called "Heaven and Earth Live Together" with both palms. The golden palm shadows, carrying the chilling aura of the Ice Soul Cold Prison, shattered the shuriken into dust.

The smell of blood made Shi Feiyang's eyes become even more sharp.

He took a deep breath, and his icy blue true energy surged three zhang, actually condensing into an ice dragon in the rain!
"Break!" The ice dragon roared as it charged toward the sword formation. Wherever it went, bamboo was shattered and the clothes of the Japanese pirates were instantly covered with frost.

Seeing that things were going badly, Hattori Kizo suddenly bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of black blood, unleashing the "Blood Mist Clone" technique.

Nine figures simultaneously swung their swords, the light of the blades completely enveloping Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor avoided, but instead activated the Mingyu Gong to its limit, and an ice-blue Tai Chi diagram appeared in his palm.

"All things return to nothingness!" The Tai Chi diagram spun rapidly, absorbing all nine sword lights.

Hattori Kizo was horrified to discover that his sword energy was beginning to backfire.

Of the seven figures, only Hattori Kizo's blade had a faint trace of blood aura clinging to it.

Once Shi Feiyang recognized the true form, his palms, sharp as knives, unleashed the "Severing the Horizon" palm strike, carrying the chilling aura of the Ice Soul Cold Prison.

Hattori Kizo sneered and wielded his katana in the "Snow Moon Flower" sword formation.

The three blade shadows were as light as flower petals, yet concealed deadly intent.

Shi Feiyang's palm strike clashed with the blade's shadow, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Bamboo leaves flew about in the shockwave, some were cut in half by the sword energy, and some were shattered by the palm wind.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaped into the air, and used the starting move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," "Welcoming Guests from the Pine Tree." His palm wind was like waves, scattering the sword formation.

Seeing that things were not going well, Hattori Kizo suddenly merged the seven figures into one, turning into a black afterimage.

A ghostly blue flame flickered on his Japanese sword, the "Demon Cry Slash," a secret technique passed down among the Japanese pirates. The blade flashed like lightning, instantly slashing towards Shi Feiyang's face.

Shi Feiyang's eyes sharpened, and he unleashed the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together," with both palms. The golden palm shadows merged with the icy blue true energy, forming an indestructible energy shield.

The sword energy and the palm force collided, unleashing a deafening roar.

Dozens of green bamboos in the bamboo forest were broken by the aftershock, and the flying bamboo pieces scattered like hidden weapons.

Hattori Onizo was forced back by the powerful shockwave, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped away the blood, a sinister glint in his eyes: "The martial artists of the Central Plains are indeed quite skilled. But today, you are doomed!"

Having said that, he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood turned into a mist in the air, enveloping his figure.

Shi Feiyang cautiously activated the Mingyu Skill, and saw seven Japanese swords emerge from the blood mist, attacking simultaneously from seven different directions.

Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, his palms flying, unleashing the ultimate move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," "Peerless and Unrivaled," to its fullest extent.

The blade's energy crisscrossed, shredding the blood mist into dust.

Hattori Onizo's eyes flashed with despair as his final killing move was broken. He brandished his katana, fighting like a cornered beast.

Shi Feiyang sneered, pushing Mingyu Gong to its limit, and unleashing the ultimate killing move, "Sun and Moon Shining Together," with a world-destroying force.

Wherever the palm strike passed, the air emitted a sharp crackling sound.

Hattori Onizo let out a shrill scream and, amidst the clash of sword energy and true qi, turned into a pool of blood.

After the fierce battle ended, Shi Feiyang stood up, looking at the mess in the bamboo forest.

The drizzle continued, but it couldn't wash away the stench of blood that permeated the air.

To reduce resistance to suppressing the rebellion, Shi Feiyang decided to first eliminate the Red Robe Cult.

Led by the experienced Lan Xiaodie, heroes such as Shi Feiyang, Xie Wen, Miao Menlong, Shan Zhi, and Shi Xiong, disregarding their fatigue, rushed to besiege the Red Robe Sect's headquarters. The late autumn in Guizhou was tinged with the stench of iron, and the blood-stained banners of the Red Robe Sect's headquarters fluttered in the mountain wind.

Shi Feiyang's dark-colored outfit billowed like sails, and the icy blue true energy formed by his Mingyu Gong flowed in his palms, reflecting a bright golden light in his eyes.

He looked down at the rows of Red Robe Cult buildings in the valley and said in a deep voice, "If we do not eliminate the Red Robe Cult today, Bozhou will never have peace! Suppressing the rebellion will be nothing but empty talk!"

Lan Xiaodie floated to Shi Feiyang's side. Her plain white Miao dress was covered in gunpowder smoke, and the scarlet silk thread around her waist had long since faded, but it was now taut and straight.

She gently stroked the silver bell with her jade-like hand, the Five Poisons Totem glowing eerily in the twilight: "The main altar is riddled with traps; the 'Ten Thousand Serpent Cave' in the southeast corner and the 'Blood Soul Array' on the west side are both extremely dangerous places. However..."

She changed the subject, pointing her finger at the central altar, "If we can take the altar directly and destroy the blood pool where they practice their evil arts, then the rest will be nothing to fear."

Suddenly, the eagle on Xie Wen's shoulder flapped its wings and let out a long cry, shattering the deathly silence of the mountains.

"There's an ambush!" Before he finished speaking, three hundred Red-Clad Cultists surged out from behind the rocks, their scimitars gleaming with an eerie red light in the setting sun.

Miao Menlong drew his bow and nocked an arrow. The precious carved bow emitted a dragon-like hum: "Well done!" Three armor-piercing arrows shot out and instantly pierced the throats of three cultists. Blood splattered on the bluestone and rose up in wisps of purple smoke.

Shi Xiong brandished his white rainbow sword and charged into the enemy ranks.

Amidst the roar of a dragon on its blade, the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" were unleashed in rapid succession, the sword shadows flashing like lightning.

With a sweeping sword, the heads of two red-clad cultists rolled off, their gushing blood splattering onto the blue bricks and instantly congealing into eerie runes. The sword then slashed diagonally, cutting another man and his knife into four pieces, the limbs and entrails scattered on the ground, attracting crows from the altar to swoop down and peck at them.

Shan Zhi's plum blossom dart pouch suddenly opened, and twelve silver rays shot out, drawing ghostly arcs in the air.

Before the cultists carrying the gunpowder barrels could even get close, they were precisely stabbed in vital points all over their bodies, stood frozen for a moment, and then collapsed to the ground with black blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

However, the Red-Clad Cult members were fearless and more people poured out from the passageways around the blood pool, the deadly poison on their scimitars gleaming with a ghostly blue hue in the twilight.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Severing the Horizon" technique from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms. Nine golden blade energies spun like a wheel, severing curved blades wherever they went, and sending the bodies of the red-clad cultists flying like fallen leaves. Wherever the palm wind passed, the blue bricks shattered, and all the cultists within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) had their heart meridians shattered, bleeding from their seven orifices as they died.

He lightly touched the skull pillar at the edge of the blood pool with his toes and leaped onto the altar platform like a ghost.

In the center of the blood pool, the Crimson-Clad Cult Leader sat cross-legged on an altar made of piled bones, his body wrapped in scarlet chains, each chain strung with the heads of children. His voice seemed to emanate from the deepest hell: "Shi Feiyang, you've come at the perfect time! Today, I'll show you the Crimson-Clad Cult's 'Blood Sacrifice Heaven-Burning Array'!"

The blood pool suddenly boiled, and countless blood-red tentacles burst forth from the ground, corroding deep pits in the bluestone wherever they passed.

With a sharp cry, Lan Xiaodie used her "Butterfly Shadow Step" to weave through the rain of blood. Her Azure Phosphorus Sword traced eerie arcs, the Five Poisons Totem on its blade emitting a ghostly glow. Whenever the sword's edge touched a tentacle, purple smoke rose, and the tentacle emitted a shrill cry like that of a baby.

In the heat of battle, Shi Xiong suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He turned around and saw that it was "Blood Hand Asura," one of the four protectors of the Red Robe Sect, holding a poisoned hook. The tip of the hook glowed with a faint blue light, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be corroded with black marks.

Shi Xiong tried to dodge, but his steps were unsteady due to the long battle.

At the critical moment, Lan Xiaodie pounced like a swallow. Her white sleeves billowed like sails as she stood in front of Shi Xiong. The hook pierced through her sleeve, leaving a deep, bloody gash on her shoulder. The deadly poison spread instantly, and her face turned bluish-purple in a flash.

Shi Xiong's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He swept his white rainbow sword horizontally and unleashed the killing move "Godslayer's Annihilation" from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," forcing Blood Hand Asura back three steps.

Black blood trickled from the corner of Lan Xiaodie's mouth, but she still forced a smile and said, "We... are brothers and sisters who fought side by side..."

Before she could finish speaking, she collapsed into Shi Xiong's arms.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang's anger erupted like a volcano.

He activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Limitless Asura's Human Purgatory," and his icy blue true energy surged three zhang, actually condensing into an ice dragon between heaven and earth!
The ice dragon roared as it charged toward the Blood Sacrifice Burning Heaven Formation. Wherever it went, the crimson tentacles exploded, and the red-robed cultists were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, piling up on the ground into crystalline mountains of corpses.

Shi Feiyang's gaze sharpened, and the "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was activated in response. His bright eyes swept across the mountain of corpses, which instantly began to crumble and crack into countless ice shards.

"Sun and Moon Shine Together!" Shi Feiyang unleashed the strongest killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms. Two enormous golden blade shadows pressed down like Mount Tai, carrying a world-destroying momentum, cleaving the Crimson-Clad Cult Leader and the Blood Pool into dust.

With a deafening roar, the Red Robe Sect's headquarters collapsed, and bricks and rubble fell like raindrops.

Shi Feiyang leaped off the platform carrying the unconscious Lan Xiaodie. Gazing at the mess on the ground, a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Although we have won today, I am heartbroken to have injured Miss Lan. But as long as I, Shi Feiyang, am still here, I will surely sweep away all injustices and restore order to the martial world!" He turned to look at the rising moon on the horizon, his icy blue true energy flowing in his palm, as if gathering strength for the next battle.

As dusk deepened, the members of the Xiong Ying Society gathered around.

Miao Menlong administered the antidote to Lan Xiaodie, while Xie Wen, like an eagle, circled above the ruins, surveying the ground carefully to see if any survivors had escaped. In the distance, the bonfires lit by the people of Bozhou twinkled, illuminating this land that had returned to peace.

The rain had just stopped in Guancheng, and the blood clots on the bluestone slabs gleamed an eerie purplish-black in the sunlight. Shi Feiyang, his dark, tight-fitting clothes stained with mud, lightly touched the ground with his toes, causing the water to crystallize into tiny ice crystals. He displayed the spirit of tireless, continuous combat as he traversed the ruins, when suddenly he felt a hollow echo coming from the soles of his boots, as if someone were knocking on a coffin from the depths of hell.

"Back off!" Shi Feiyang roared, shaking the remaining snow from the eaves. He activated his Mingyu Gong to its limit, the icy blue true energy emanating from his palm slithering into the cracks between the bricks like a serpent. A metallic tremor came from three zhang underground—the awakening of a killing intent dormant for hundreds of years. He leaped into the cellar, the rotting wooden ladder beneath his feet groaning in its death thud. The musty smell mixed with the metallic stench assaulted his nostrils, making his throat feel metallic.

The moment the tinderbox lit up, a few cold glints flashed in the dim yellow light.

Shi Feiyang's pupils constricted sharply—seven dark iron balls lay silently in the cobweb-covered corner, each the size of a watermelon, wrapped with dark red fuses, their protruding edges like the fangs of a demon. These were the long-lost Song Dynasty thunderclap bombs, said to have been able to collapse half a city gate with a single shot.

"What a clever plan to conceal troops." Shi Feiyang's fingertips brushed against the rusty iron shell, the icy touch seeping into his bones.

Suddenly, the clicking sound of gears turning came from the darkness, and three dark figures burst out of the wall. The clanging sound of metal armor colliding was so loud it hurt one's eardrums.

The three armored terracotta warriors, each wielding a bronze spear, had eerie green flames flickering in their eye sockets, resembling tomb-guarding soldiers controlled by evil magic.

"Well done!" Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Slaying the Mortal World" move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms, and nine golden blade energies spun out like a blazing sun wheel.

The blade's energy struck the armored terracotta warrior, but only sparks flew as the bronze spears swept across, carrying a foul stench.

He flipped backwards on his toes, his dark-colored outfit billowing in the putrid air, and the shield formed by his icy blue true energy shattered the spearhead inch by inch.

"Break!" Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Limitless Asura's Human Purgatory," and the icy blue true energy in his palm surged.

The "Severing the Horizon" palm strike, imbued with the chilling aura of the Ice Soul Cold Prison, instantly covered the spiderwebs with frost flowers wherever it passed.

The armored terracotta warrior exploded with a roar, and bronze fragments fell like raindrops, creating deep craters in the ground.

When the smoke and dust cleared, half of the tattered "Thunder Spectrum" was clearly revealed, with dark red bloodstains on the yellowed pages.

Shi Feiyang picked up the tattered scroll, his gaze sweeping over the crooked handwriting: "Heavenly Thunder Fuse requires Ambergris as a medium."

Suddenly, the sound of bricks and stones cracking came from above, and dozens of thunderbolts rolled down through the collapsed hole.

He let out a long roar and waved his hands repeatedly, transforming the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" into a sky full of golden light.

The icy blue true energy and golden sword energy intertwined to form a net, blasting all the falling thunderbolts deeper into the cellar.

Amidst the roar, Shi Feiyang soared out of the cellar like an eagle. Behind him came a deafening rumble, and towering flames illuminated his figure in crimson light.

He gazed at the tattered scroll in his hand, his icy blue true energy flowing between his fingertips: "That old scoundrel Yang Yinglong actually dared to attempt to massacre the city with such a weapon. But with me, Shi Feiyang, here, I will surely make your vicious scheme vanish like a bubble!"

In the distance, the red banner of the Sakura Society fluttered in the wind.

Shi Feiyang put the tattered scroll into the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist, his gaze as firm as iron.

The mountains of Bozhou seemed to weep in the torrential rain, while Yang Yinglong's rebel army unleashed a barrage of thunderbolts like a monstrous dragon spitting pearls, sending rocks flying across the mountain paths.

The mud, carrying scorching iron filings, shot out, carving countless craters into the blue rock.

Shi Feiyang used his "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill. His black outfit transformed into a dark shadow in the rain. His palms roared like dragons when the Heavenly Frost Blade was unsheathed. Wherever the blade passed, the arrows shot at him were instantly shredded into iron dust.

"Master Shi, be careful!" Lan Xiaodie's exclamation was shattered by a thunderclap.

Shi Feiyang suddenly felt the earth beneath his feet tremble violently, and the entire mountain collapsed under the bombardment of the Thunderbolt.

Thousands of pebbles rolled like a reversed Milky Way. He touched the falling boulder with his toes, about to use it to propel himself into the air, when he saw the soil on the edge of the cliff peeling away like rotten paper.

At the critical moment, a splash of bright red streaked through the air—Lan Xiaodie tore off the red ribbon around her neck and used the Five Poisons Sect's secret technique, "Colorful Silk Entanglement," to wrap the red ribbon around his wrist like a crimson snake.

The two drew a breathtaking arc in the torrential rain, the mountain wind whipping mud against their faces with a stinging pain.

Lan Xiaodie's plain white skirt fluttered in the wind when a sudden, tearing pain shot through her back—splashing shrapnel had ripped three bloody gashes, the crimson blood mingling with the rainwater and meandering down her back. She gritted her teeth and channeled all her inner strength into the red silk, her nails digging deep into her palms: "Hold on tight!" The moment her toes hooked onto a crevice in the rock, she used the momentum to propel Shi Feiyang upwards.

When Shi Feiyang climbed up the cliff, Lan Xiaodie had already collapsed to the ground.

Her face was as pale as paper, and the bloodstains on the back of her plain clothes stained the rainwater into eerie patterns.

He immediately tore off a piece of his shirt to bandage her wound, channeling his icy blue inner energy into her fingertips: "Why go to such lengths?"

Lan Xiaodie leaned against his knees, feeling a warmth surging through her body like a spring tide.

Looking at Shi Feiyang's furrowed brows, she suddenly chuckled softly, her voice lighter than a mountain rain: "Back in the Five Poisons Sect, Master said the most poisonous heart is a woman's." Before she could finish speaking, a thunderclap lit up the sky, making the affection in her eyes burn even more fiercely than a raging fire. "But Xiaodie's heart... was already stolen by you, you rascal." Shi Feiyang's bandaging hand suddenly stopped, his fingertips touching her cold skin.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the foot of the mountain. The rebel army's Thunderfire Formation, like a giant crimson python, was frantically devouring everything along the mountain path.

Shi Feiyang gently helped Lan Xiaodie up, the icy blue true energy activated by the Mingyu Gong flowing in his palm, his eyes gleaming with a cold light: "Prepare the Heaven-Shaking Thunder! Let Yang Yinglong taste the thunderous wrath of hundreds of years ago!"

As night fell, the mountains of Bozhou turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the mountain, unleashing the "Eternal Life of Heaven and Earth" move from the "Hundred Victories Knife Technique" with both palms, executing the thirty-six moves in succession.

The blade energy, carrying the improved Thunderclap, shot through the air, and the iron ball exploded with thousands of golden rays the moment it hit the ground.

The firelight illuminated half the sky, and the screams of the rebels mingled with the sounds of explosions, like the death knell of hell.

Lan Xiaodie held the blood-stained red silk ribbon and leaned against the charred tree stump.

She watched Shi Feiyang's figure fighting fiercely, his body radiating icy blue true energy and golden sword light. Every palm strike he made brought up a tidal wave of energy, shattering the rebel army's offensive.

When he unleashed the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Sun and Moon Shining Together," two enormous golden blade shadows poured down like a celestial river, crushing the rebel soldiers, armor and all, into a bloody pulp wherever they went.

The torrential rain had stopped at some point, and Shi Feiyang walked over, covered in blood, his icy blue true energy condensing into tiny ice crystals around him.

Lan Xiaodie stepped forward, the red ribbon wrapping around his wrist again: "Master Shi, in this battle..." "Yang Yinglong's death is not far off!"

Shi Feiyang held her hand tightly, gazing at the ruined rebel camp below the mountain, his eyes filled with unwavering determination to protect the world. "Once Yang Yinglong is wiped out, I will take you to see the true glory of the sun and moon shining together—in the snow-covered plains of the northern desert, on the lakeside of Jiangnan, and in every peaceful land."

Lan Xiaodie leaned on his shoulder, listening to his strong heartbeat.

In the distance, the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, casting a golden glow of hope over this war-torn land.

On the city walls of Bozhou, the setting sun shone like blood, dyeing the "Xiongying" banner as if it were billowing in flames.

The cheers surged like a tidal wave, one wave higher than the next, soaring into the sky.

The Ming soldiers raised their weapons and shouted General Guo Dunyi's name in unison, the sound so loud that the city walls trembled slightly. Guo Dunyi, dressed in brand-new general's armor, rode a tall horse, his face beaming with a triumphant smile, enjoying the cheers and praise of the crowd.

At the edge of the crowd, Shi Feiyang stood quietly. His dark-colored outfit was already covered in dust and bloodstains, and the tattered collar fluttered in the wind, yet it could not conceal his upright posture. Lan Xiaodie leaned weakly on his shoulder, her pale face devoid of color, and traces of blood still lingering at the corner of her mouth, like a white plum blossom swaying precariously in the cold wind.

Shi Feiyang carefully hoisted Lan Xiaodie onto his shoulder, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a rare treasure, afraid of hurting her at the slightest mistake. "Chief, this is the honor you deserve!" Miao Menlong looked at the cheering crowd, then at Shi Feiyang, his face full of incomprehension and regret.

His precious carved bow was slung across his back, the bowstring still vibrating slightly, as if he was still savoring the thrilling battle.

Shi Feiyang gently shook his head, his gaze tenderly falling on Lan Xiaodie on his shoulder, and said softly, "Fame and fortune are nothing but fleeting clouds. Compared to these, Xiaodie's safety is of utmost importance."

His voice was deep and firm, carrying the calmness that comes with experience.

Xie Wen stroked the feathers of the eagle on his shoulder and nodded thoughtfully: "The Grand Master is so righteous. Such magnanimity is beyond the reach of ordinary people. But the people of this world will eventually remember who the real hero is."

His eyes were full of admiration, and the eagle seemed to understand its master's words, letting out a clear cry.

Shan Zhi silently put the plum blossom dart into his dart pouch, sighed, and said, "General Guo also contributed, but which of these fierce battles wasn't won with our lives? The Grand Master's humility is truly..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang raised his hand to interrupt him, "Brother Shan, there's no need to say more."

Shi Feiyang gazed into the distance, towards Feima Pass. "We uphold justice to protect the people, not to gain fame or fortune. As long as the world is at peace, what does it matter who gets the credit?"

Shi Xiong scratched his head and said with a sheepish smile, "I don't understand all those principles, but whatever you say goes! I just hope Miss Lan gets better soon so we can fight side by side again in the future!"

He sheathed his sword; the bloodstains on the white rainbow sword had dried, yet they bore witness to his bravery and fearlessness.

Lan Xiaodie slightly opened her eyes and weakly forced a smile: "Brother Shi... you don't have to... do this for me..." Her words were intermittent, and each word seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Shi Feiyang looked at her with heartache and said softly, "Xiaodie, don't talk, save your energy. I promised you that I would take you to see all the beautiful landscapes of the country. You also have to come with me to see the snow in the north and the willows in the south. You can't break your promise."

His voice carried an undeniable firmness, yet also a deep concern.

No one said anything more, and they silently followed behind Shi Feiyang, heading towards Feima Pass.

Their figures walked further and further away in the afterglow of the setting sun, gradually merging into the twilight.

The cheers from the city walls continued to be deafening, but that glory and splendor had nothing to do with the group of heroes who were silently departing.

The night at Feima Pass is quiet and peaceful.

Shi Feiyang stood guard by Lan Xiaodie's bedside, his gaze never leaving her pale face.

The flickering candlelight cast his shadow on the wall, making him appear lonely yet resolute.

He carefully tucked the blanket around Lan Xiaodie, his movements as gentle as if he were touching a fragile treasure.

"Brother Shi..." Lan Xiaodie murmured in her sleep. Shi Feiyang immediately took her hand and gently comforted her, "I'm here, Xiaodie, I'm here." His palm was warm and strong, transmitting his strength to her.

In the distance, the sound of the night watchman striking the gong could be heard, “dong—dong—”, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Looking at the bright moon outside the window, Shi Feiyang secretly vowed that no matter what, he would heal Lan Xiaodie's injuries and let her smile as beautiful as an angel bloom again. Because in his heart, this was a thousand times more precious than any fame or fortune.

Several months later, in early autumn in Bozhou
A gentle breeze carries the subtle coolness of early autumn in Bozhou, yet also the joy of harvest. In the mountains and forests, the leaves turn from green to yellow, and occasionally a few fall, carpeting the mountain paths with a soft rustling sound underfoot, creating a unique and delightful scene.

Shi Feiyang stood in front of a simple bamboo house, his gaze piercing through the layers of mountains, as if searching for something.

His eyes gleamed with an indomitable light. In the past few months, he had not only taken care of Lan Xiaodie, but also searched far and wide for rare medicines and herbs that could heal her injuries. After going through countless hardships, he finally made some progress.

Just then, a soft cough came from inside the bamboo house, interrupting Shi Feiyang's thoughts. He quickly turned around and strode into the bamboo house, where he saw Lan Xiaodie sitting by the bed. Although her face was still a little pale, she was clearly in much better spirits.

When she saw Shi Feiyang come in, she smiled slightly, a smile as warm and bright as a flower blooming in spring.

"Brother Shi, you're back." Lan Xiaodie's voice was gentle and full of gratitude. "You've really worked hard these past few months."

Shi Feiyang gently shook his head, sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and touched Lan Xiaodie's forehead to make sure she didn't have a fever, and then said with relief, "As long as you can get better, I'll do anything for you."

The two exchanged a smile, needing no further words; their feelings were already clear to each other.

The next morning, Shi Feiyang discovered that Lan Xiaodie was missing. He was immediately alarmed and hurriedly asked Xie Wen to use the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill" to send a message to the heroes of Xiong Ying, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, the Shaolin monks, and the Emei heroine to search for Lan Xiaodie's whereabouts.

The morning mist in Guizhou was like a veil, and dew still clung to the bluestone slabs of the Five Poisons Sect's headquarters. Lan Xiaodie's white skirt swept across the stone steps engraved with venomous python totems, and the silver bell at her waist rang out with a clear and melodious sound, startling the bamboo leaf greens perched on the eaves.

As she stepped onto the teaching platform, the poisonous smoke rising from the thirty-six bronze cauldrons was turning the rising sun into an eerie turquoise.

"Lan Xiaodie, how dare you come back!"

A sinister voice pierced the silence.

The leader of the Crimson Serpent Hall, Granny Zhu Sha, leaned on her snake-shaped cane, her purplish-black fingernails digging deeply into the cane. "Back then, Shi Feiyang massacred the main altar, and now you're speaking up for your enemy?"

Dozens of followers behind her responded with a roar, their poisoned weapons poised to be unleashed from their sleeves.

Facing the cold gazes of the crowd, Lan Xiaodie gently unfurled a yellowed parchment book with her delicate hand.

Sunlight pierced through the mottled bloodstains on the pages, making the four seal characters "Five Poisons True Scripture" flicker: "Do you all know what's written on the last page of this scripture?" She paused, then her voice suddenly rose, "The very foundation of our sect is 'using poison to save the world'!"

"Nonsense!" Iron-backed Bear, the leader of the Black Centipede Hall, swung his iron claws, the wind from which cleaved through the poisonous mist within three zhang. "Back then, the old leader clearly said that the people of the Central Plains owe us countless blood debts!" ​​Before he finished speaking, a heavy thud suddenly came from below the altar—several followers carried a corpse and threw it onto the altar; it was the disciple who had poisoned the market the day before.

Lan Xiaodie gazed at the gradually blackening corpse, her fingertips tracing the snake-shaped tattoo on the back of its neck: "He was poisoned by the 'Seven-Step Heartbreak Powder,' and only the 'Nine-Leaf Understanding Flower,' a secret recipe of mine, can save him. But where is the antidote?"

She suddenly ripped open her clothes, revealing a hideous scar on her chest. "Half a month ago, I sneaked into the secret chamber and discovered that the old cult leader's hidden antidote had been turned into a deadly poison!" The crowd below the altar immediately erupted in uproar.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lan Xiaodie took out half of a jade pendant engraved with a butterfly pattern. The jade color shimmered faintly in the poisonous fog: "This jade pendant was found in the secret compartment of the old sect leader's bedroom. The totem on it is exactly the same as the 'Seal of Salvation' recorded in the opening of the Five Poisons Scripture."

Her gaze swept over the crowd. "Shi Feiyang didn't kill the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, but a sinner who betrayed the ancestral precepts!" (End of Chapter)