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

Chapter 312. A Hundred Victories' Blade Light Breaks the Crisis, A Thousand Heroic Shadows Fight Endlessly.
Inside the Five Poisons Sect's headquarters, the poisonous mist rising from the bronze cauldron dyed the sunlight an eerie turquoise.

Zhu Sha Po's crimson whip, like a venomous snake's tongue, whistled through the air and aimed straight for Lan Xiaodie's throat. The scarlet thorns flickering at the tip of the whip were as terrifying as a real snake's tongue. "Unrepentant!" Lan Xiaodie shouted, lightly touching the poisonous mist-shrouded floor tiles with her toes. When her Azure Phosphorus Sword was drawn, a dragon's roar shook the valley.

The sword's azure light mingled with the Five Poisons totem, tracing a dazzling arc. The moment the whip clashed with the sword, sparks flew, and the Crimson Whip shattered into countless scarlet fragments.

Instantly, billowing green smoke rose from the bronze cauldron at the Five Poisons Sect's headquarters. Zhu Sha Po staggered and fell beside a stone pillar engraved with venomous python totems, black blood spilling from the corner of her mouth winding into ferocious patterns on the blue bricks.

Beneath her distorted face, her venomous gaze, like poisoned arrows, was fixed on Lan Xiaodie.

Meanwhile, the leaders of the Black Centipede Hall, Spider Silk Hall, and Scorpion Tail Hall had formed a triangular formation, trapping Lan Xiaodie in the center.

"You little rascal, do you even dare to talk about reforming?" The Iron-Backed Bear's iron claws slammed into the ground, and dark green venom corroded deep pits along the claw marks with a sizzling sound. "Today, I will make you a blood sacrifice for the Five Poisons!" The Thousand-Thread Hand White Lady flung out silver threads, the barbs glowing with a ghostly purple light as they wove a death net in the air; the Poison-Tailed Old Man Li Qianji's gilded scorpion tail whip ripped through the air, and the dark red mist spewed from the venom sac instantly enveloped Lan Xiaodie.

At the critical moment, a sharp, tearing sound came from the sky. Shi Feiyang, carrying Shi Ying on his back like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, his black outfit surging with icy blue true energy, used his "Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles" lightness skill to tear through the clouds.

Xie Wen, carrying Shi Xiong on his back, followed closely behind using the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Technique," his clothes fluttering and creating gusts of wind.

The moment he landed, Shi Feiyang's true energy burst forth, and the poisonous mist within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) vanished like boiling water poured over snow.

"Shi Feiyang!" Ironback Bear roared, shaking the copper bells off the eaves. His iron claws, carrying a foul stench, aimed straight for his face. "The Five Poisons Sect will not tolerate your insolence! Years ago, you massacred my Five Poisons Sect headquarters. Today, I will make you pay for your blood debt!"

Shi Feiyang gently placed Shi Ying on the bluestone platform and unleashed the "Slaying the Mortal World" move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique" with both palms.

Nine golden blade energies spun like the blazing sun, causing the air to explode with thunderous roars wherever they went.

The moment the iron claws touched the blade's energy, countless sparks flew out. The Ironback Bear's tiger's mouth exploded, and the entire bear flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing three stone pillars carved with venomous pythons. Fragments of stone mixed with blood splattered in the air.

He had just uttered some bold words when Shi Feiyang turned him into a meat pie in one move.

With a sharp cry, Lady White Snake unleashed a thousand silver threads that transformed into a vast, inescapable net.

Shi Feiyang flipped himself up with his toes touching the ground, and activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Ice Soul Cold Prison", and his body's icy blue true energy condensed into a crystal shield.

The silver threads struck the shield with a metallic clang, breaking apart inch by inch.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang pressed forward, unleashing another "Slaying the Mortal World" with his left palm. The golden blade flashed like lightning, slicing across Bai Niangzi's throat. Even in death, she maintained a look of astonishment, the blood line on her neck blooming like a red ribbon. Her body crashed to the ground, her silver hair scattering and gradually dimming with a faint purple luster.

Seeing this, the Poison-Tailed Elder, who was part of the attack on Shi Feiyang, wielded his scorpion-tail whip with impenetrable force, the purple mist carrying a sweet, bloody aura of death completely engulfing Shi Feiyang. Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and with a series of palm strikes, the "Severing the Edge of Heaven" move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" roared out.

Golden sword energy and icy blue true energy intertwined to form a net, and wherever they passed, the purple mist dissipated inch by inch.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and instantly closed in on Li Qianji, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Sun and Moon Shining Together," with both palms!
Two enormous golden blade shadows pressed down like Mount Tai, and the gilded scorpion tail whip was shattered into dust under the blade energy. Li Qianji was split in two, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the floor tiles engraved with the Five Poisons Totem, making those ferocious patterns even more vivid.

Just then, Zhu Sha Po suddenly burst into wild laughter, her laughter as shrill as an owl's.

Trembling, she unfurled a black banner covered with insect reliefs—the very "Ten Thousand Poisons Banner," a long-lost treasure of the Five Poisons Sect! The banner moved without wind, and countless poisonous insects swarmed out from it, centipedes, scorpions, and venomous snakes densely packed together in a black mist, emitting a teeth-grinding buzzing sound.

Shi Feiyang's eyes narrowed, and his icy blue true energy surged three zhang, as he unleashed the ultimate move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Heaven and Earth Live Together!"
A golden palm shadow, carrying the chilling aura of the Ice Soul Hell, swept across the area, instantly freezing poisonous insects into ice crystals that fell like hailstones. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, approaching Granny Zhu Sha like a ghost. The icy blue true energy formed by the Bright Jade Skill flowed in his palm, but suddenly stopped three inches away from her brow.

"The Five Poisons Sect's founding principles were originally for the salvation of the world," Shi Feiyang's voice was deep and resonant, carrying a power that penetrated the heart. "If you remain obstinate, this palm strike will not only scatter your soul, but also destroy the last hope of the Five Poisons Sect."

As Zhu Sha Po watched the true energy flowing in his palm, the resentment in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by confusion and struggle.

All around, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and blood mixed with the remains of poisonous insects turned this once gloomy poison altar into a tragic scene of carnage.

Inside the Five Poisons Sect's headquarters, severed limbs and poisonous mist intertwined, the stench of blood mingling with the lingering miasma from the bronze cauldron, turning the twilight into an eerie dark purple. Suddenly, the eagle on Xie Wen's shoulder let out a sharp shriek, its wings churning the air with a tearing sound.

Shi Feiyang suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with a cold light like an ice blade being drawn from its sheath. He looked into the shadows and said menacingly, "You've come at the perfect time! Today, let the Five Poisons Sect completely cleanse itself of its sins!" Before he finished speaking, twelve black figures shot down from between the beams and pillars, their weapons glowing with a ghostly green poisonous light.

"Thousand Spider Poison Hands!" With a sinister shout, the gray-robed leader's ten fingers grew three inches longer, with writhing crimson spider silk wrapped around his nails.

Shi Feiyang's icy blue true energy exploded outwards, and the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison" activated by Mingyu Gong condensed the air within three zhang into frost mist.

He unleashed the "Severing the Edge of Heaven" technique from his palms, nine golden sword energies spinning like a wheel. Wherever they went, spider silk was severed. The gray-robed man screamed and flew backward, his arms turning into blood mist in the sword energy.

At the same time, the ground suddenly cracked open, and dozens of poisoned steel cables shot out like serpents.

Shi Xiong brandished the White Rainbow Sword and unleashed the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," severing the steel cable with a powerful, swift motion.

But purple smoke erupted from the broken steel cable, causing Shi Xiong to feel dizzy. Xie Wen flung out the Flying Eagle Token, its silver light slicing through the poisonous smoke, heading straight for the person controlling the mechanism in the shadows. The Flying Eagle swooped down like lightning, its sharp talons instantly tearing through the man's throat.

Shi Feiyang, however, was surrounded.

Three men wielding hooks formed the "Three Yin Soul-Locking Formation," and the venom dripping from the hook tips corroded deep pits in the blue bricks.

Shi Feiyang leaped into the air with his toes touching the ground, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," "Sun and Moon Shining Together."

Golden blade energy and icy blue true energy intertwined to form a net, shattering the hooks and ropes. Three men were pierced by the blade energy and pinned to the wall, their blood meandering down the totem patterns, like a strange blush painted on a venomous python.

"Take this!" A delicate shout rang out as a woman in red threw out nine bone-piercing nails, each wrapped with a poisonous centipede.

Lan Xiaodie spun around and blocked Shi Feiyang's path. The Azure Phosphorus Sword drew a dark blue arc, and the Five Poisons Totem on the sword emitted a clear sound.

The bone-piercing nail struck the sword curtain and was shattered into dust, while the poisonous centipede was also minced into a bloody pulp by the sword energy.

In the heat of battle, Shi Feiyang suddenly noticed a hidden door in the corner open, and dozens of cultists appeared carrying a giant poison crossbow.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he rapidly activated the Mingyu Gong, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Sun and Moon Shining Together," with both palms! Two enormous golden blade shadows pressed down like Mount Tai, instantly shattering the poisoned crossbows. Wood chips and the limbs of the cultists flew together, leaving scarlet marks on the wall.

As the last ambush soldier fell, Shi Feiyang withdrew his palm and stood up, his true energy slowly receding.

At this moment, Lan Xiaodie sheathed her sword, her voice filled with sorrow: "Senior sister, do you really think that 'blood for blood' all those years was the right thing to do?"

She looked at Granny Zhu Sha, who was leaning against a stone pillar, panting, with black blood still lingering at the corner of her mouth. "Do you remember the plague in the Miao village twenty years ago? If it weren't for the doctors from the Central Plains sending medicine, we orphans would have died in the mass grave long ago."

She pointed outside the altar, where several emaciated children knelt, their eyes filled with fear and hope. "Now our poison has left these children homeless." The altar fell silent, save for the wind whistling through the bronze cauldron.

After a long while, a lame old man shuffled forward with a wooden cane, his empty sleeves fluttering in the wind: "The old master once said that my hand was cut off by a martial arts master from the Central Plains..." Tears welled up in his cloudy eyes, "But Miss Xiaodie, why did you save me, a dying man?"

“Because the real enemy is the hatred that blinds us.” Lan Xiaodie untied the medicine pouch from her waist and took out a jade-colored pill. “This is a ‘Marrow Cleansing Pill’ made from Tian Shan snow lotus and century-old Ganoderma lucidum. It can cure the bone-corroding poison remaining in your body.”

She placed the pill in the old man's palm, turned to face the crowd, and said in a firm voice, "From this day forward, I pledge my life to lead you all back to the path of 'using poison to save the world,' end the Five Poisons Sect's fragmentation, and gloriously become a subordinate branch of the Heavenly Star Sect! From now on, Lady Shi Ying will be our Grand Master!"

Shi Ying, dressed in light blue soft armor, stepped forward slowly, her gaze sweeping over the crowd: "Although I am not skilled in poisons, I am willing to uphold the path of chivalry with you all."

As soon as she finished speaking, a chorus of responses rose and fell within the church.

Shi Feiyang watched this scene with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

This bloody battle to cleanse sins has finally brought the dawn of a new life.

Shi Ying became a big winner in life. She never expected that after marrying Shi Feiyang, she would become the leader of the third largest gang in the martial arts world.

After completely subduing the Five Poisons Sect, Shi Feiyang immediately led the Xiong Ying heroes, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, the Shaolin monks, and the Emei heroines in a fierce attack on the remaining rebel forces. The twilight over Hailongtun was as thick as congealed blood, the roar of a thousand fire oxen trampling the bluestone mingled with the clanging of iron chains, causing rocks to fall from the mountains. The Japanese poisoned daggers on the ox horns gleamed with an eerie blue light, and the lightning bolts tied to their tails trailed crimson chains, dyeing the clouds above the fortified city a ferocious purplish-red.

Yang Yinglong's scarlet cloak fluttered in the wind, and the demonic sound emanating from the bronze horn in his hand was like thousands of steel needles piercing the eardrums of everyone present.

The fire bulls' eyes gleamed with ferocity, their nostrils spewing white vapor mixed with the smell of sulfur, like beasts crawling out of the underworld. "Form a net of heaven!" Shi Feiyang roared, shaking the rubble off the city walls, his dark armor billowing with icy blue true energy.

The eight thousand disciples of the Xiong Ying Society simultaneously unleashed nine-zhang-long fine iron chains, which intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable giant net.

However, the fire bulls charged with overwhelming force, their horn-bladed daggers slicing through iron chains as easily as cutting rotten paper. The shockwaves from the exploding thunderfire bombs sent the front-row warriors flying more than ten feet away. On the scorched earth, severed limbs and broken chains were mixed together, and blood seeped into the cracks in the rocks, rising into a blood mist that mingled with poisonous smoke to form a strange miasma.

Bai Zhi, dressed in white, stood before the enemy lines, holding an ancient Miao flute.

Entrusted by Queen Elizabeth of the Naiman tribe, she traveled a great distance. At this moment, with a gentle wave of her hand, the melody of "Requiem" flowed ethereally like a clear spring in the forest. The flute music contained a hidden power to captivate the soul; the herd of fire bulls hesitated slightly, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in their scarlet eyes.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lan Xiaodie used the Five Poisons Sect's "luring the snake out of its hole" secret technique. The specially made powder turned into colorful smoke in the air, and dozens of fire bulls suddenly turned around and charged towards the flank of the rebel army.

"A mere trick!" Yang Yinglong sneered, pulling out a copper bell engraved with runes and shaking it violently.

The piercing bell rang like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, and the fire bull's eyes turned blood red again as it slammed into the city gate in a frenzy.

The city wall crumbled and sank amidst the violent tremors, the thick door bolts groaned under the strain, and cracks spread like a spider web.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang's icy blue true energy surged three zhang, and he activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison".

He unleashed the "Eternal Life of Heaven and Earth" technique from his palms, unleashing nine golden sword energies carrying a bone-chilling cold as they slashed down.

Where the blade's energy passed, the air emitted a piercing shriek, and the iron gate of the city shattered inch by inch like rotten wood.

Unrestrained, the fire oxen surged forward like a flood bursting its banks, charging back into the enemy ranks with earth-shattering force.

The fire bombs exploded one after another, sending flames shooting into the sky.

The terrified screams of the rebels mingled with the roars of the fire bulls, and Hailongtun was instantly transformed into a living hell.

Shi Feiyang touched the ground with his toes and leaped ten zhang into the air, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," "Sun and Moon Shining Together," with both palms.

Two enormous golden blade shadows crashed down like Mount Tai, shredding the fire bulls and rebel soldiers, along with the flying lightning bombs, into a bloody mist, with bits of flesh mixed with sparks falling like rain. Seeing this, Yang Yinglong drew his curved sword and personally engaged in battle.

His swordsmanship was ruthless and bizarre, each strike carrying the evil power of Southern Xinjiang witchcraft, and black, bloody mist would rise up wherever the sword passed.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and his icy blue true energy flowed through his palm as he unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" - "Slaying the Mortal World".

Nine golden blade energies spun like a wheel, and the moment they collided with the curved blade, a deafening roar erupted. Amidst the flying sparks, fine cracks appeared on Yang Yinglong's blade.

"You damned lackey of the imperial court!" Yang Yinglong roared, suddenly biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of black blood. His blade instantly grew three feet longer, covered in dense patterns of Gu worms. Shi Feiyang activated his Mingyu Gong, his body condensing into ice crystal armor, and unleashed "Severing the Sky's Edge" with both palms! Nine golden sword energies crisscrossed, like the blazing sun, shattering Yang Yinglong's evil blade into pieces.

Yang Yinglong staggered backward, but suddenly pulled out a blood-red token from his pocket.

The two characters "Chi You" on the token glowed with an eerie red light, and rumbling sounds came from the ground beneath Hailongtun.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank sharply, and he shouted, "Not good!"

He unleashed the final killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms, the golden blade energy and icy blue true energy transforming into a dazzling pillar of light, aimed directly at Yang Yinglong.

The city bricks of Hailongtun are soaked with the scent of blood and fire, and the twilight, like thick red lacquer, paints the figures of the fighting men into hideous silhouettes.

Yang Yinglong's scarlet cloak billowed like the wings of a vengeful ghost, his curved blade imbued with the malevolent power of Southern Xinjiang witchcraft, each swing leaving charred, poisonous marks in the air. Shi Feiyang's dark, tight-fitting clothes fluttered in the wind, the icy blue true energy he channeled through the Mingyu Gong condensing into frost armor around him, the golden blade energy flowing in his palms reflecting the blood-red clouds in the night sky.

"Shi Feiyang, do you think you can break through my Hailongtun with these unorthodox methods?" Yang Yinglong laughed wildly, making the copper bells on the city tower ring wildly. Suddenly, his scimitar transformed into nine afterimages, which was the "Nine Netherworld Ghost Slash" that had been lost in Miao territory.

Before the blade even touched the ground, the stench was already stinging people's faces, and the pebbles on the ground were instantly corroded into countless holes.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the broken battlements with his toes and used his "Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles" lightness skill to retreat swiftly.

He unleashed the "Slaying the Mortal World" move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms, and nine golden blade energies spun like wheels, colliding violently with the nine blade shadows.

Amidst the flying sparks, Yang Yinglong's curved blade twisted and deformed in the poisonous fog.

Meanwhile, the icy blue true energy in Shi Feiyang's palm spread along with the sword energy, freezing the poisonous mist into thousands of ice crystals.

"What a brilliant Mingyu Skill!" Yang Yinglong's pupils constricted, and he suddenly tore off his cloak and flung it out. The scarlet silk transformed into countless blood snakes in the air, their tongues flicking out purplish-black venom.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly and activated the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison," causing his true energy to surge three zhang, forming a layer of ice ten zhang thick wherever he went. He waved his palms repeatedly, unleashing the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" "Severing the Edge of Heaven," where golden blade energy intertwined with icy blue true energy to form a net, causing blood snakes to explode and their venom to condense into ice shards in mid-air before falling to the ground.

At this moment, Yang Yinglong's personal guards suddenly formed a "Blood Soul Formation," with all twelve of them simultaneously slashing their wrists, their blood converging in the air to form a blood-red barrier.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Heaven and Earth Coexistence" technique from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms! Nine golden blade energies, carrying icy coldness, surged like a reversed Milky Way. The blood-red barrier emitted a piercing shriek the moment it came into contact with the blade energies, shattering inch by inch.

The guards coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing into the ground and creating deep craters.

Seeing the situation was dire, Yang Yinglong took out a copper bell engraved with runes. The moment the bell rang, a series of rumbling sounds came from the ground, and countless bone claws burst out of the soil. It was the Miao forbidden technique, "Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls Formation".

Shi Feiyang's eyes sharpened, and his icy blue true energy solidified into a phantom of an ice dragon.

"Break!" The ice dragon roared as it charged into the ghost formation. Wherever it went, bone claws shattered, and ghosts let out mournful screams.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shi Feiyang pressed closer and unleashed the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Sun and Moon Shining Together," with both palms!
Two enormous golden blade shadows pressed down like Mount Tai, and Yang Yinglong's curved blade crumbled inch by inch under the blade energy.

When the final palm strike, "Slaying the Sky," was unleashed, the golden blade energy pierced the sun like a rainbow, shattering Yang Yinglong's protective mirror and leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest.

"Impossible..." Yang Yinglong stared wide-eyed in disbelief, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. "Shi Feiyang, do you think this is the end? Hidden in the 100,000 mountains of Miao territory is something that can overturn the world..." His voice was drowned out by the sudden explosion, and the walls of Hailongtun collapsed with a loud crash amidst the violent tremors.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, several guards risked their lives to protect Yang Yinglong, disappearing into the ruins.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the ruins, gazing at the blood-red sunset that was gradually sinking in the west.

His dark-colored outfit was tattered, and he was still bleeding from many wounds, yet he remained as upright as a pine tree.

In the distance, Shi Ying, Lan Xiaodie, Bai Zhi, and others walked over, stepping on the broken corpses and wrecked weapons scattered on the ground. Shi Ying's Qing Shuang sword was still dripping blood, Lan Xiaodie's Miao skirt was covered in poison stains, and Bai Zhi's flute music had stopped sometime earlier, with bloodstains splattered all over the ancient flute.

“He’s gone.” Shi Feiyang’s voice was deep and resonant, and the icy blue true energy in his palm slowly dissipated. “But as long as there is injustice in this world, my Hundred Victory Blade will never be sheathed.”

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed everyone in a golden glow, creating a scene reminiscent of a martial arts world steeped in blood and chivalry.

Before the smoke of battle had cleared from Hailongtun, the setting sun stained the large "Guo" banner on the city wall with a blood-red hue.

Guo Dunyi, clad in brand-new silver scale armor, the jade pendant at his waist gleaming coldly in the twilight, looked at Shi Feiyang with a gaze sharper than a blade: "Hero Shi, you are unparalleled in bravery. This time, the task of receiving the imperial envoy is none other than yours."

He changed the subject, lightly tapping his teacup on the table, "However, Feima Pass is a strategically important military location, and the imperial army needs to be stationed there for reorganization."

Shi Feiyang's fingers tightened slightly, and the Mingyu Kung Fu quietly flowed beneath his dark-colored outfit.

He knew perfectly well that behind this high-sounding rhetoric lay the imperial court's fear of the martial arts world.

In the distance, the Taoist robes of the Seven Masters of Wudang fluttered in the wind.

The Shaolin monks' staffs struck the bluestone with a dull thud.

The Hibiscus Swords at the waists of the Emei Heroines trembled slightly.

These heroes of the martial arts world were no fools; how could they not see through Guo Dunyi's scheme?

"I, Shi, accept the order." Shi Feiyang, seemingly simple-minded, clasped his hands in a salute, his voice as steady as a bell.

Master Yuxu of Wudang stroked his beard and sighed, then stepped forward: "Hero Shi, we of Wudang will return to the mountain for now to cultivate in seclusion." His gaze swept over Guo Dunyi's personal guards like lightning, "But the people of this world should not be chilled by the hearts of chivalrous heroes."

Master Tongzhen of Shaolin clasped his hands together, and the incense ash in the copper bowl moved without wind: "Amitabha, good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished."

The Emei heroine Su Qinghan remained expressionless, her Hibiscus Sword Formation gleaming coldly in the twilight: "If anyone betrays their promise, my Emei sword will show no mercy."

That night, the three thousand disciples of the Xiong Ying Society quietly broke camp.

The moonlight shone on the bluestone slabs of Feima Pass, reflecting their tired yet resolute figures.

Yun Wuyue's tomb is located deep in the mountains outside the pass, surrounded by ancient cypress trees.

Shi Feiyang personally pitched the first tent in front of the tomb, the dark curtains fluttering in the night wind, as if paying tribute to the deceased.

The three thousand disciples of the Xiong Ying Society all pitched tents around Yun Wuyue's tomb to express their respect for him.

Liao Pei, the master of "Tongbei Quan," slammed his fist into the bluestone beside him, sending stone chips flying: "Think about it, Miss Yun died for suppressing the rebellion, and now the court wants to discard her after she's served her purpose. It's outrageous!"

Lie Quan twirled the hilt of his "Qiankun Blade" in his palm with a powerful whirlwind, the dragon pattern on the scabbard gleaming coldly: "Chief, our Xiong Ying Society is not a pushover!"

Wu Zhong's iron palm print was deeply embedded in the tree trunk, and where the bark had peeled away, it revealed the ghastly white bone-like patterns: "Why don't we charge back to Feima Pass now and let those imperial henchmen know how powerful we are!"

Xiao Lingling, wielding the "Mandarin Duck Blades," clashed her twin blades together, producing a clear, resonant sound: "That old scoundrel Guo Dunyi is clearly afraid of the growing power of our Xiong Ying Society!" Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer," drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it directly at Feima Pass: "My precious carved bow hasn't tasted the blood of any corrupt official this year!"

The dart pouch of Shan Zhi, wielding the "Plum Blossom Darts," rustled, and the twelve silver darts gleamed with a deep blue light under the moonlight: "With just one command from me, I guarantee they'll disappear without a trace." Shi Feiyang stood before Yun Wuyue's tomb, the moonlight draping him in a silver veil.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the indignant crowd, and said loudly, "Brothers!"

His voice echoed through the mountains and forests, startling countless crows: "We uphold justice for the sake of the common people, not for the rewards of the imperial court."

He gently stroked the deerskin pouch at his waist, invisible to ordinary people. Thinking of how kind Heaven had been to him, he suppressed his grievances and said, "Guo Dunyi's actions are nothing more than the court's consistent suspicion. Let's try diplomacy first, then force them. If they truly intend to exterminate us..."

He paused, and his icy blue true energy surged three zhang, instantly freezing the dew on the leaves wherever he went: "My Hundred Victory Blade Technique, Shi Feiyang, is not to be trifled with! Even if Miss Yun were alive, she would not want to see us drag the people into war again because of our petty squabbles."

As everyone gazed at Shi Feiyang's resolute face, they gradually calmed down. Lan Xiaodie gently grasped his hand, her Azure Phosphorescent Sword gleaming faintly in the moonlight: "Brother Shi is right. Let's see how the court acts. If they truly intend to force us..."

The Five Poisons Sachet around her slender waist moved automatically without wind. "My Five Poisons Sect's Ten Thousand Poisons Pot is not just for show."

As night deepened, the bonfire in front of Yun Wuyue's tomb still burned brightly.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the flickering flames, thinking to himself: This world of martial arts is never simply black and white.

But as long as we have justice in our hearts and swords in our hands, no matter how the court schemes, Shi and his brothers will be the undying heroes in this chaotic world.

The next morning, Shi Feiyang led his troops to meet the imperial envoy and escort him to some passes to inspect the results of the suppression of the rebellion in Bozhou.

The red maple leaves of Loushan Pass are covered with the blood-red color of the mountains and fields. The edges of each maple leaf are coated with the deadly poison of Miao ethnic group's blood-dripping poison. When they spin in the mountain wind, they emit a faint hum, as if countless wronged souls are weeping.

As soon as the imperial envoy's carriage entered the Red Maple Ancient Road, the rustling sound of the wheels rolling over the red leaves was suddenly replaced by a sinister rustling sound, and the air was filled with a pungent, sweet-smelling odor.

"Watch out!" Miao Menlong shouted, drawing his precious bow to its full extent. The bowstring vibrated and thunderous, and three armor-piercing arrows shot out, accurately striking down dozens of poisonous leaves with a ghostly blue hue.

However, more maple leaves gathered as if they were alive, forming a scarlet vortex in the air that completely enveloped the carriage.

The poisonous leaves brushed against the carriage shaft, sizzling and emitting blue smoke. The imperial envoy's guards parried with their swords, but the blades were instantly corroded, creating fine holes.

The eagle on Xie Wen's shoulder suddenly let out a sharp cry and rushed towards a thousand-year-old maple tree by the roadside like an arrow.

The tree bark seemed to writhe as if alive, slowly revealing the figure of a Japanese pirate ninja. The man was dressed in black ninja clothes, and a chrysanthemum-patterned short sword at his waist gleamed coldly.

"Wood Release Technique?" Shi Feiyang sneered, his palms roaring like dragons when the Heavenly Frost Blade was unsheathed, the palm wind and blade energy striking Gu Feng like lightning.

But the sound of metal clashing against stone was deafening; the blade only sparked as it struck the tree trunk, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Jonin grinned maliciously, his figure transforming into nine afterimages as his katana drew a chilling arc, a move known as the Japanese "Demon Wheel Slash."

Nine beams of light flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, turning maple leaves to dust wherever they passed.

With a sharp cry, Lan Xiaodie used her "Butterfly Shadow Step" to weave through the blood rain, her Azure Phosphorus Sword drawing a dark blue arc to entangle one of the afterimages.

However, the moment the blade pierced through, the afterimage turned into a piece of withered wood, and the real Jonin appeared behind her, the blade pointing straight at her heart!
At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang flipped himself up on his toes, his black outfit surging with icy blue true energy.

He unleashed the ultimate move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Heaven and Earth Live Together," with both palms. Nine golden blade energies crisscrossed, spinning like a blazing sun wheel.

Gu Feng groaned under the strain of the sword energy and finally broke in half at the waist.

Thick tree sap gushed out, turning into a rain of hot, bloody liquid. Strangely, all the hidden Japanese pirate ninjas were revealed—it turned out that the sap of this thousand-year-old maple tree was the key to breaking the Wood Release technique!
"Kill!" Shi Xiong brandished his White Rainbow Sword and charged into the enemy ranks. He unleashed a series of moves from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," including "Azure Peak Slicing Face," "Returning Wind Stealing the Moon," "Bowing Body Gazing at the Moon," and "Slaying Gods and Destroying Buddhas," his sword flashing like lightning. Wherever his sword pointed, the heads of the Japanese pirates rolled off, their blood gushing from their necks splattering onto the maple leaves, making the already scarlet leaves even more eerie.

Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison", and his body's icy blue true energy surged. His palms were like wielding frost blades, and he slashed two times with the "Slaying the Mortal World" technique! The golden blade energy spun like a wheel, and wherever it went, maple leaves were shattered. Japanese pirate ninjas were shredded into mincemeat, and their limbs mixed with poisonous leaves were scattered on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the pirate leader Fujiwara Kiyosuke suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out black blood, and the short sword in his hand emitted an eerie purple light.

He roared and unleashed the "Eight-Headed Sky-Splitting Slash!" Nine enormous sword energies spread out in a fan shape, causing rocks to crumble wherever they passed.

Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted sharply as he unleashed the "Heaven and Earth Coexistence" technique from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms. The golden palm shadows, carrying the chilling aura of the Ice Soul Cold Prison, collided with the eerie blade energy.

The shockwave from the explosion sent everyone flying, and blood rained down alongside maple leaves, turning the entire ancient road into a living hell. "You Japanese traitors, how dare you invade my territory! Today I will send you to the Yellow Springs!" Shi Feiyang leaped into the air, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Sun and Moon Shining Together," with both palms.

Two enormous golden blade shadows crashed down like Mount Tai, carrying a world-destroying force.

Fujiwara Kiyosuke desperately brandished his short sword, only to have it crumble inch by inch under the blade's aura, cleaving him in two. Blood gushed out like a fountain, mingling with the falling poisonous leaves to form a dark red mud. As the last Japanese pirate fell, Shi Feiyang withdrew his hand and stood up, his black martial arts attire stained with blood and fallen leaves. He gazed at the mess on the ground, his icy blue true energy slowly dissipating.

In the distance, the carriage curtain was blown open by the wind, and the pale-faced imperial envoy leaned out, gazing at the blood-soaked hero with eyes full of awe. The red maples of Loushan Pass still burned like fire, but this blood-red autumn scene was now tinged with the legend of a chivalrous hero who had single-handedly defeated the Japanese pirates.

Inside the council hall of Bozhou City, the candlelight flickered, casting distorted shadows of everyone on the wall.

The imperial envoy sat upright, his folding fan rhythmically tapping the table, producing a crisp sound.

Guo Dunyi, clad in armor, had a glint in his eye and kept stealing glances at the imperial envoy's expression.

Meanwhile, Kang Shengsheng, Xiang Yushan, Lü Yuan, and others were dressed in ordinary palace guard uniforms, hidden in the shadows, their eyes as sharp as hawks.

"Shi Feiyang is a hero of the martial arts world, with superb martial arts skills. If we can have him lead the heroes of Xiong Ying to capture Yang Yinglong, this matter will surely be twice as effective with half the effort." The imperial envoy spoke slowly, unfolding his folding fan, revealing lifelike ink bamboo on the fan surface.

Guo Dunyi nodded slightly, a sinister glint in his eyes: "What you say is absolutely right, sir. However, Shi Feiyang is unruly and may not be willing to obey the court." "Hmph, if he does not obey, he will be an enemy of the court. Don't blame the court for being impolite then." Kang Fusheng, the commander of the Imperial Guard's central army, stepped out of the shadows, his voice as cold as frost.

After their secret meeting, the news quickly reached Shi Feiyang's ears.

The atmosphere at the camp of the Sakura Society was heavy as lead.

Shi Feiyang stood before the tent, his dark-colored martial arts attire fluttering in the wind. As he circulated his Mingyu Gong, icy blue true energy emanated from his palms.

Liao Pei, the master of Tongbei Quan, slammed his fist into a wooden pillar beside him, sending splinters flying: "This is clearly a trap set by the imperial court! That old scoundrel Yang Yinglong is cunning and has many experts around him. Going there now will likely end in disaster!"

Lie Quan, wielding the "Qiankun Blade," slapped the scabbard so hard it made a loud cracking sound, the dragon patterns on the blade seeming to rise into the air: "Chief, our Xiong Ying Society is not a pawn to be manipulated. The rebellion is over, why should we continue to serve the imperial court?"

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong crossed his arms, his iron palm imprints leaving deep marks on his clothes: "That's right, the imperial court always discards us after we've served our purpose. We can't fall for their tricks again!" "Mandarin Duck Blades" Xiao Lingling clashed her twin blades together, producing a crisp ringing sound: "Hmph, those corrupt officials of the imperial court, they boss us around all day, but when they're in trouble, they only remember us!"

Miao Menlong, the "divine archer," drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the arrow pointing straight to the sky. The precious carved bow emitted a humming and vibrating sound: "I think we should rebel and let those corrupt officials of the court know how powerful we are!"

"Plum Blossom Darts" Shan Zhi gently stroked his dart pouch, the twelve silver darts trembling slightly within. "Brother Miao is right. We are free in the martial world, why should we put up with the arrogance of the imperial court?" "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen's eagle on his shoulder let out a sharp cry, seemingly echoing the crowd's anger. He frowned and said, "Chief, this matter needs careful consideration; we cannot act rashly."

The young pageboy Shi Xiong gripped the White Rainbow Sword tightly, his face flushed: "What's there to be afraid of! With my young master here, even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, we can still brave it!" "Tianshan Sword" Lu Wending gently stroked the hilt of his sword, his eyes resolute: "That's right, our Xiong Ying Society has never been afraid of strong enemies, so what is there to fear from Yang Yinglong!"

Blood Rakshasa sneered slightly: "Those corrupt officials of the court want to use us to get rid of Yang Yinglong, but we will not do as they wish. However, that old villain Yang Yinglong has committed many evils, and we cannot sit idly by."

Everyone was talking about it and each had his own opinion.

At this moment, Lan Xiaodie, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, walked gracefully over.

She wore a light purple gauze dress, looking like a fairy descended to earth, as beautiful as a celestial being.

Her gaze fell tenderly on Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with admiration and trust: "Brother Shi, I know this journey is fraught with danger, but I believe in you. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, I will fight alongside you."

Lan Xiaodie spoke softly, her voice as melodious and pleasant as a nightingale's song.

Shi Feiyang turned to look at Lan Xiaodie, a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said loudly, "Brothers! Although the imperial court has its schemes, as long as Yang Yinglong is not eliminated, the world will not be at peace. We act chivalrously for the sake of the common people, not for the imperial court's orders. Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, we still venture into the tiger's den. Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, I, Shi Feiyang, will never back down!"

His voice was firm and powerful, resounding throughout the camp like a great bell.

Looking at Shi Feiyang's resolute face, the crowd's anger gradually subsided, replaced by a surge of heroic ambition. "Good! The Grand Master is right! Our Xiong Ying Society is willing to go with the Grand Master and kill that old thief Yang Yinglong!"

Liao Pei shouted loudly, his fists clenched, his eyes gleaming with determination, "That's right, Grand Master, we'll listen to you!"

The crowd responded enthusiastically, their voices resounding through the sky.

(End of this chapter)