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

Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, and the "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was born in response. The chilling aura spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Li Fengxiao was instantly covered by frost. His whole body shattered inch by inch like glass, turning into ice shards all over the ground.

Kazema Sayoko's pupils constricted sharply; she had never witnessed such domineering martial arts. Shi Feiyang surveyed his surroundings, his icy blue true energy swirling in his palm: "Today, I will show you—those who offend the Central Plains, though far away, will be punished!"

His voice echoed through the fog, carrying the force of a thousand armies, making everyone's eardrums ache. And that innate confidence and domineering aura was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the hearts of the villains.

As Sayoko Fuuma's scarlet fingernails traced eerie arcs in the twilight, the mist suddenly boiled the moment the twelve ninja hand seals were formed.

Thousands of poisoned cherry blossoms shot out from the void, their pink and white petals edged with bluish-black poisonous patterns, and wherever they passed, the rocks hissed and emitted white smoke.

Bai Zhiyu's appearance suddenly changed, the Miao silver bells rang out with a clear and melodious sound, the nine-headed serpent gu raised its ferocious head, and sprayed out a curtain of bloody poison.

The moment the two poisonous forces collided, the area within a radius of ten feet transformed into a hellish battlefield filled with poisonous smoke, with explosions echoing throughout the air.

"An ant trying to shake a tree!" Shi Feiyang's body shimmered with a brilliant light, and he activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," solidifying three feet of icy energy. The Giant Whale Gang leader, Gao Dacheng, swung his nine-ringed broadsword with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, the clanging of the rings startling seagulls into flight.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique" with both palms like giant axes, and the golden and white intertwined saber energy collided violently with the broadsword.

In an instant, ice shards and sparks flew everywhere, Gao Dacheng's tiger's mouth was cracked, and his nine-ringed broadsword was bent like a bow by the shock. The seven copper rings fell into the sea, creating waves that were ten feet high.

Upon seeing this, Kang Hui, the leader of the Cao Gang, coiled his soft whip like a serpent toward Shi Feiyang's throat.

The barbs at the tip of the whip gleamed with a ghostly blue poisonous light; it was none other than the infamous "Blood-Sealing Throat" that struck fear into the hearts of those in the martial arts world.

Shi Xiong drew his white rainbow sword with a hum, unleashing the "Green Peak Slicing Face" from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" with a swift, dragon-like motion. The cold light and whip shadow twisted into a silver snake in the air.

Shan Zhi hid in the fog, and three plum blossom darts shot out in a triangular formation, the cherry blossom totem engraved on the darts appearing and disappearing in the poisonous fog.

Kang Hui was forced to defend, his soft whip forming an impenetrable shield, but Shi Xiong seized the opportunity to close in and cut off three strands of his hair with the tip of his sword.

Upon seeing this, a crazed killing intent flashed in Fuma Sayoko's eyes.

She bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the short blade, which immediately glowed with an eerie red light: "Today I will make you all perish in the cherry blossom hell!"

With a piercing scream, the entire island was shrouded in pink poisonous fog, from which the faint cries of countless wronged souls could be heard.

Shi Feiyang felt his breath catch in his throat, and a chill rushed from his dantian to the top of his head, even slowing down the circulation of his Mingyu Gong.

"How dare you defile the martial arts of China!" Shi Feiyang roared, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," "Severing Heaven and Earth," with both palms. The golden and white saber energy transformed into a raging sea, and wherever it went, the poisonous mist was like boiling water poured on snow.

The icy chill of the blade merged with the cold energy of the sword, forcefully cleaving a ten-zhang-long passage through the mist.

The moment Kazema Sayoko's moves were about to expire, Shi Feiyang moved in like a ghost, and the vortex suction force of the Mingyu Gong was activated with a roar.

"Ah!" Kazema Sayoko let out a shrill scream as she was uncontrollably sent flying toward Shi Feiyang.

She struggled to swing her knife one last time, only to see Shi Feiyang's left hand grip her pulse like an iron clamp.

In an instant, a terrifying chill spread through her meridians, her pupils quickly frosted over, and her limbs froze into ice at a visible speed.

"Speak! How many more conspiracies are there?" Shi Feiyang's voice was as cold as if it came from the underworld.

Fuma Sayoko's mouth was oozing black blood, yet she still grinned maliciously: "The Amaterasu of Japan... will make you... pay for your blood debts..." Before she finished speaking, her entire body, aided by the Mist Concealment Technique, suddenly vanished with the wind.

The remaining enemies were terrified and turned to flee.

The leader of the Giant Whale Gang, Gao Dacheng, abandoned his broken sword and leaped into the sea; the leader of the Canal Gang, Kang Hui, threw out three poison smoke bombs and escaped under the cover of the thick fog.

Shi Feiyang's eyes narrowed, and icy blue true energy condensed into a vortex in his palm: "Trying to leave?" He touched the ground with his toes, and his figure soared into the air like an eagle, pushing out the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" - "Slaying the Mortal World" with both palms.

Nine golden blade energies swept across the sea in a fan shape. Gao Dacheng, who was swimming, screamed as he was cut in half at the waist, and his blood stained a large area of ​​the sea red.

Shan Zhi's plum blossom dart, swift as a shooting star, pierced the back of the Cao Gang leader. Kang Hui stumbled and tumbled into the reefs, only to see Bai Zhi's jade flute lightly played, and the Hundred Poison Spider King spitting out silver silk to entangle him. The spider venom spread rapidly, and his skin rotted at a visible speed, turning into a pool of foul-smelling blood.

Shi Xiong pointed his white rainbow sword at the sky, and the sword energy attracted heavenly thunder, turning the Japanese pirates who tried to escape by boat into charred remains.

As the fog dissipated, corpses littered the rocks of Zhuge Bagua Island.

Shi Feiyang stood at the highest point, his black outfit stained with blood, yet he appeared all the more heroic and spirited.

He gazed at the gradually brightening eastern sky, his icy blue true energy flowing around him, shaking off all the poisonous blood that had stained his body.

The sea breeze whipped at his robes, like a battle flag fluttering in the wind, telling the story of the unyielding spirit of Chinese martial artists in this blood-soaked world. As Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Kung Fu flowed, the chill in his palms could not dispel the doubts in his heart.

How could these remnants of the Japanese pirates have set up an ambush on Bagua Island with such precision? Could there be an even deeper traitor within the martial arts world of the Central Plains?
Just as he was pondering, dozens of sharp whistles suddenly rang out from the thick fog, and thirty-six ninjas dressed in dark, tight-fitting clothes formed the Big Dipper Formation, riding the crests of the waves to surround him. "Young Master, be careful!" Shi Xiong gripped the White Rainbow Sword tightly, the blade humming as it vibrated with internal energy.

Looking at the enemy's formation, he thought to himself: This Big Dipper Formation combines offense and defense. If they lock onto my position, I'm afraid I'll be in grave danger.

Shan Zhi had his plum blossom dart nocked between his fingers, but he hesitated to fire it—in this fog, the accuracy of a hidden weapon would be reduced by at least 70%.

Bai Zhiyu's hands trembled slightly as she took out twelve golden needles from her bosom. She gazed at the poisonous fog filling the sky and bit her lip: Although Miao Jiang Gu techniques could counteract poison, the smallpox virus of these ninjas was extremely insidious; the slightest carelessness would lead to utter destruction.

Thinking of this, she secretly hid an antidote worm under her tongue, ready to fight to the death at any moment. Fuma Sayoko slowly emerged from the mist, her pale bones faintly visible beneath the human skin mask on her face.

"Shi Feiyang, do you think you can escape by killing my clone?" Her voice seemed to come from the depths of hell. "Look at the tide on Bagua Island. In another half hour, you will be trapped here forever!"

Shi Feiyang's body shone with a brilliant azure light, yet his mind grew ever calmer. He secretly calculated the tidal patterns and scanned the weak points of the enemy's formation. Suddenly, he shouted, "Bai Zhi, use your Golden Silkworm Gu to disrupt their breathing rhythm! Shi Xiong, when I break the formation, move your sword away from your position!" With that, he used "Seven Steps of Dragon's Journey," deliberately exposing his left ribs as an opening.

As expected, the two ninjas launched a sudden attack, their short blades aimed straight for vital points.

Shi Feiyang sneered inwardly. When the blade was three inches away from his body, the vortex suction force of Mingyu Gong was suddenly activated.

The two ninjas were dragged by a giant hand and collided with each other, the muffled sound of their skulls shattering was particularly jarring in the mist.

However, Shi Feiyang dared not relax in the slightest. He caught a glimpse of the ninja leader at the core of the formation forming hand seals and knew that this was the fatal move.

Bai Zhi took a deep breath and released twelve golden silkworm worms.

The Gu worms transformed into green light and burrowed into the mist. Soon after, the sound of ninjas coughing could be heard.

"A good opportunity!" Shi Xiong's eyes gleamed brightly, and he drew his white rainbow sword in thirteen sword flowers, thrusting straight at the center of the formation.

Shan Zhi no longer held back; his plum blossom darts, like countless cold stars, blocked the enemy's retreat.

Shi Feiyang's palms were like blades as he unleashed the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique. Amidst the crisscrossing golden blade energy, he rapidly calculated in his mind: These ninjas were clearly specially trained; every move they made was aimed directly at vital points. They must have been instructed by a master.

Just as I was pondering this, a pink flash grazed past my ear—it was Sayoko Fuma's Smallpox Poison Blade!

"A mere trick!" Shi Feiyang spun around to dodge, only to see the poisoned blade return mid-air. Cold sweat trickled down his back as Shi Feiyang realized that this was no ordinary return-blade technique, but rather the "Soul-Chasing Technique" from Japanese ninjutsu!
At the critical moment, he activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison", and the cold air around his body condensed into an ice shield, freezing the poisoned blade firmly.

The moment the poisoned blade shattered, Shi Feiyang roared, "Break!" The Hundred Victories Blade Technique merged with the icy chill of the Ice Soul, forming a golden ice dragon that shot straight towards the core of the Big Dipper Formation. The ninja leader's expression changed drastically. He tried to form hand seals to defend himself, but was forced into a frantic state by Shi Xiong's White Rainbow Sword.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shan Zhi threw out three poisoned plum blossom darts, which hit the major acupoints on his shoulders and neck.

As the leader fell to the ground, the Big Dipper Formation collapsed instantly.

Before the ice had melted, a new killing intent had arrived. The Big Dipper Formation formed by thirty-six ninjas suddenly flipped, and the ninja leader at the center of the formation's hands trembled rapidly like butterfly wings. Twelve black chains shot out from his sleeves, the barbs at the ends of the chains gleaming with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

"Soul Binding!" With a hoarse shout, chains wove into a net in the air, carrying a foul wind that swept directly over Shi Feiyang's face.

Shi Feiyang flipped himself up on his toes, and when he activated the Mingyu Gong, his skin was almost transparent, like an ice sculpture wrapped in cold mist.

He had just dodged the chains when ninjas on both sides closed in with unorthodox techniques, their kunai thrusting towards him in a cross shape.

The ninja on the left glided along the ground like a raccoon dog, his right hand kunai aimed at his lower body, while a smoke bomb was hidden in his left hand; the ninja on the right leaped high, the spikes tied to his knees aimed at the back of his neck.

"Well done!" Shi Feiyang spun around and kicked out with his Ice Soul Kick, and the biting cold air instantly condensed into spiderweb-like ice patterns on the ground.

The two ninjas hurriedly retreated, only to see the ice patterns spread like a living thing, wrapping around their ankles in the blink of an eye. They exchanged a glance, then simultaneously swung their swords and severed the frozen calves. When the severed limbs hit the ground, not a single drop of blood flowed—they had used a secret technique to seal the blood vessels beforehand.

Shi Xiong twirled his white rainbow sword, engaging in fierce combat with four ninjas who were in formation.

The one-eyed ninja in the lead was ruthless with his swordsmanship; each slash of his serrated blade produced a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

He suddenly discarded his knife, drew a nine-section steel whip from his waist, and precisely aimed the three-edged barb at Shi Xiong's acupoint.

The other three took the opportunity to throw out barbed wire, which exploded in the air, releasing choking lime powder.

Amidst the billowing dust, Shan Zhi threw out a plum blossom dart, the red thread at the end of which coiled around a ninja's wrist like a serpent.

The ninja grinned maliciously and tore off his own arm, a cloud of poisonous mist erupting from the severed wound.

In the poisonous fog, his figure strangely split into three, and the kunai in his hand turned into a cold light, stabbing towards Shan Zhi's throat from different directions.

Bai Zhiyu's hands flew, and the Gu worms she summoned collided with the poisonous mist released by the ninjas in mid-air, creating bursts of roars.

Suddenly, three ninjas, using the poisonous fog as cover, scurried along the ground like lizards.

They aimed their bamboo tubes at Angelica dahurica and sprayed out steel balls covered in sap.

Bai Zhi leaped into the air with her toes touching the ground, and several fine needles suddenly shot out from the silver ornaments in her hair, which was the Miao people's "blood-sealing throat" killing move.

Seeing Bai Zhi in danger, Shi Feiyang clapped his hands together, and the Hundred Victories Sword Technique transformed into a golden net of blades.

Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, he noticed that the leader at the core of the formation was forming hand seals and performing a secret technique, with a black vortex condensing above his head.

"Not good! It's the Ninjutsu: Heavenly Flower Fall!" he shouted, unleashing the full power of his Mingyu Gong, his body transforming into an ice dragon that soared into the sky.

The entire island trembled the moment the ice dragon collided with the black vortex. Black blood spilled from the ninja leader's lips, yet he revealed a maniacal smile: "Die!" Suddenly, the ninjas behind him collectively self-destructed, the powerful shockwave sending seawater several meters high into the air.

Shi Feiyang suddenly unleashed a vortex of suction, directing the explosive shockwave toward the sea surface. At the same time, he unleashed an Ice Soul Palm, freezing the ninja leader, who had managed to escape, into an ice sculpture. As the last ninja fell, Shi Feiyang gazed at the wreckage scattered across the ground, a chill running through him—these ninjas had fought with unwavering courage, their eyes filled with a frenzied sense of liberation before their self-destruction.

The Japanese pirates also had a terrifying side.

At this moment, Shan Zhi, his clothes stained with blood, walked up to Shi Feiyang and said, "Chief, we have won a great victory. Look, we're almost home."

Shi Feiyang laughed and said, "Send the order: the merchant ships turn around and return to Ryukyu Island!"

Dan Zhi asked in astonishment, "What? What?"

Shi Feiyang said with a smile, "I deliberately made sure the Japanese pirates saw me on this trip back to China."

But what will happen if we suddenly launch a counterattack? What will those Japanese pirates and their lackeys who bullied our Oyukyu branch of the Xiong Ying Society do?

Shan Zhi laughed heartily, understood perfectly, and turned to relay the order.

In late spring, the sea breeze in Ryukyu carries a salty and damp feel, slapping against the vermilion walls of the Ryukyu branch headquarters.

Lu Chengfeng gripped the Azure Dragon Blade, its blade reflecting his furrowed brows as he looked at the mountains of grain and supplies piled up in the warehouse, his heart filled with worry.

Li Cheng leaned against the door, the Wind and Thunder Sword slung across her waist, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the hilt, making a soft "tap-tap" sound.

“Just a few days ago, the Japanese robbed us of another 30% of the sulfur we had just replenished.” Lu Chengfeng’s voice was filled with suppressed anger. His scabbard slammed heavily against a wooden pillar, startling a few sparrows under the eaves. “These bandits specifically target our merchant ships that are transporting goods to the Central Plains!”

Li Cheng's eyes sharpened, and his sword-like eyebrows rose: "Brother Lu, why don't we take the initiative and launch a night raid on the Japanese stronghold! We can't keep being on the defensive like this!" Just as the two were discussing, a branch disciple rushed over, panting, and said: "Second Master! The Japanese ronin, together with the local pirates, have gathered over a hundred warships and are patrolling the waters thirty miles away!"

Lu Chengfeng's pupils contracted sharply, and the Azure Dragon Blade was drawn with a clang, its light reflecting off his cold face: "Perfect timing! Pass down the order, all disciples, form ranks and prepare for battle!" Li Cheng's lips curled into a ruthless smile, and the Wind and Thunder Sword hummed as it was drawn, its blade crackling with electricity: "Let them see that the swords of the Xiong Ying Society are not to be trifled with!"

At the branch port, warships were neatly arranged. Lu Chengfeng stood at the bow of a ship, with his disciples behind him holding shields and surrounded by a forest of swords and spears.

He gazed at the dark mass of enemy ships in the distance, took a deep breath, gathered his inner strength, and roared: "Disciples of the Xiong Ying Society, listen to my command! Today, I am invincible, and the enemy is not me!" His voice was as loud as a bell, causing ripples to spread across the sea.

Li Cheng led another elite team, ambushing behind the reefs on both sides of the harbor. The Wind and Thunder Sword drew upon heavenly thunder, and a rumbling thunder could be faintly heard from the clouds.

As the enemy ships drew near, the leader of the Japanese ronin brandished his long sword, his shouts carried on the wind: "You Central Plains scum, hand over your valuables at once!"

Lu Chengfeng sneered, gripped the Azure Dragon Blade tightly with both hands, and unleashed the "Dragon's Roar Across the Eight Desolations".

Eight sword energies, like dragons emerging from the sea, slashed towards the enemy ship at the forefront. Wherever the sword energies passed, sails shattered and giant waves surged up.

Seeing this, Li Cheng swung his longsword and unleashed the "Thunderstrikes the Nine Heavens" sword technique. Several bolts of lightning struck the enemy ship's deck, instantly igniting a raging fire, and screams of agony rose and fell.

However, the enemy outnumbered them and quickly organized a counterattack. Countless rockets rained down, and Lu Chengfeng directed his disciples to use their shields to block them while simultaneously ordering his archers to return fire. In an instant, arrows rained down, and smoke filled the sea.

Taking advantage of the situation, a ronin steered his speedboat and rushed onto the warship where Lu Chengfeng was.

He brandished his katana, aiming straight for Lu Chengfeng's throat. Lu Chengfeng dodged to the side, then swung his sword backhand with a "Dragon Leaps from the Abyss" technique. The blade flashed, and the ronin screamed as he fell into the sea, his blood staining the water crimson.

Li Cheng's side was also caught in a fierce battle. Dozens of pirates leaped onto the reef and surrounded his men. Li Cheng thrust his longsword repeatedly, the sword shadows flashing like lightning, unleashing the "Seven Forms of Wind and Thunder." Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, the pirates fell one after another.

But the enemy kept surging in, and he gradually sustained multiple wounds, his clothes stained with blood.

At the critical moment, Lu Chengfeng arrived with reinforcements, and with his Azure Dragon Blade, he cleaved a bloody path to join Li Cheng.

The two men exchanged a smile, their eyes filled with determination. Lu Chengfeng shouted, "Brother Li, today we'll make sure these bandits never leave alive!"

Li Cheng nodded, and with their swords combined, they unleashed their self-created "Dragon Thunder Breaks the Clouds".

A massive golden blade and silver sword shadow intertwined, charging towards the enemy ranks with earth-shattering force. Wherever it passed, enemy ships exploded, and Japanese ronin and pirates were either blown away by the shockwave or drowned at sea.

The battle raged from noon until dusk, with enemy shipwrecks and corpses floating on the sea, and the seawater stained dark red with blood.

Lu Chengfeng and Li Cheng stood on the high point of the branch headquarters, looking at the sea under the afterglow of the setting sun, feeling tired but proud.

"We finally held on." Lu Chengfeng wiped the blood off the Azure Dragon Blade, his voice filled with relief.

Li Cheng patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Not only did we defend it, but we also let those bandits know that our Xiong Ying Society's Ryukyu branch is not something they can invade at will!"

As dusk stained the Ryukyu Sea with a blood-red hue, Lu Chengfeng's Azure Dragon Blade gleamed with a dark red light under the setting sun, and beads of blood that had congealed at the blade's notch fell in a soft patter with his movements. Li Cheng leaned against the branch's arrow tower, his Wind and Thunder Sword slung across his waist, the bandages wrapped around its hilt seeping traces of blood.

The two men gazed at the sea, which was littered with the wreckage of enemy ships. The salty wind whipped up wood chips and slapped against their faces, and the smell of gunpowder was nauseating.

“Those Japanese pirates will come again!” Lu Chengfeng wiped the blood off his sword with his sleeve, and blood seeped out again from the old wound on his hand. “The Japanese ronin are known for their vindictiveness, especially since they lost two warships this time.”

His voice was hoarse like a broken gong, but his eyes were fixed on the horizon where the sea met the sky in the west, as if he could see through the night to the enemy's plot.

Li Cheng drew his longsword, the blade reflecting his pale yet resolute face: "I'll fight you every time you come!"

The residual electricity on the sword's spine flickered suddenly, illuminating the bloodshot veins in his eyes. "The blood we spilled on these rocks should have taught them long ago that the Xiong Ying Society's docks are not places to spit!"

Before the words were finished, the bronze bell on the distant watchtower suddenly rang out, startling a flock of seabirds into flight.

Sure enough, a few days later, in the early morning, before the sea fog had dissipated, more than forty Japanese pirate warships pressed in like black beetles.

The "Hachiman Daisakusho" flag hanging at the bow of the ship fluttered in the sea breeze, and the wild laughter of the ronin mingled with the sea wind: "Ryukyu barbarians, today we will raze your kennel to the ground!"

Lu Chengfeng stood at the bow of the ship, watching the approaching enemy formation. Suddenly, he plunged the Azure Dragon Blade into the deck: "Form the formation!" With the order, the branch disciples quickly formed a Bagua formation, their shields like walls and their arrows like a forest.

Li Cheng leaped onto the highest watchtower, his Wind and Thunder Sword pointing straight at the sky, the lightning drawn by the sword flickering faintly in the dark clouds.

The Japanese pirate warships launched the first attack, countless rockets streaking across the sky with long trails of flame. Lu Chengfeng roared and unleashed the "Dragon's Roar Across the Eight Desolations" technique from the "Azure Dragon Blade Technique," eight golden blade energies sweeping in a fan shape, shattering half of the rockets into fragments.

However, the enemy ships were too numerous, and many rockets still landed on the dock, instantly igniting a raging fire. Seeing this, Li Cheng took a different approach, unleashing the "Thunder Strike the Nine Heavens" sword technique. Several bolts of lightning struck the enemy ship's deck, and the wooden hull instantly burst into flames.

"Kill!" A Japanese ronin leaped onto the dock using a burning gangplank, his katana gleaming coldly.

Lu Chengfeng swung his sword backhand, unleashing the move "Dragon Leaps from the Abyss." A flash of light, and the ronin, sword and all, was cleaved in two, blood splattering onto his black iron armor. But more enemies surged in like a tide, and the branch disciples were plunged into a fierce battle, their screams echoing throughout the area.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang's reinforcements finally arrived. He stood at the bow of the flagship, circulating his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," his body condensing into a three-zhang-long white mist of icy energy. "Break!" Shi Feiyang unleashed a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, "Severing the Horizon," the golden and white interwoven saber energy carrying the force of an overturned tidal wave, cleaving the three enemy ships in two. Seawater rushed in, and the cries of the Japanese pirates were instantly swallowed by the waves.

Suddenly, Kazema Sayoko appeared, her crimson ninja robes appearing and disappearing amidst the smoke: "Shi Feiyang, don't think you can escape this calamity!" She formed hand seals, "Falling Cherry Blossom Killing Formation!" Thousands of poisoned cherry blossoms shot out from the mist, their petals edged with bluish-black poisonous patterns.

The white angelica flute played softly, the nine-headed serpent gu hissed, and its blood-red venom sprayed out in a curtain, colliding violently with the cherry blossom poison mist.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Cheng unleashed the "Thunder and Fire Intertwined" technique of the Wind and Thunder Sword, with lightning and flames intertwining on the sword, aiming directly at Fengmo Xiaoyezi.

With a sharp cry, Kazema Sayoko wielded her short blade, which flashed like a silver rainbow. However, the moment it touched the sword light, she was struck by a backlash of lightning and fire, her sleeves bursting into flames. She retreated in a disheveled state, a look of terror flashing in her eyes.

Lu Chengfeng was even more bloodthirsty, his Azure Dragon Blade wielded with ferocious force, each strike capable of taking a life.

But the enemy was too numerous, and he gradually sustained multiple wounds, his clothes soaked in blood.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang used the vortex suction force of Mingyu Gong to pull dozens of Japanese pirates in front of him. He then unleashed "Slaying the Mortal World" with both palms, and nine golden sword energies crisscrossed. Wherever they went, the Japanese pirates were either cut in half at the waist or chopped into mincemeat, with their severed limbs floating on the sea.

The bloody battle lasted for two full hours. When the setting sun once again dyed the sea red, the sea was filled with the corpses of Japanese pirates and the wreckage of their warships.

Under Shi Feiyang's icy aura, Fuma Sayoko's stand-in was transformed into a crystal-clear ice sculpture and shattered with a crash.

Lu Chengfeng and Li Cheng stood on the scorched dock, looking at the mess, exhausted but with a proud gleam in their eyes.

"We held out again. But this time, it was all thanks to the Grand Master's surprise attack!" Lu Chengfeng's voice was filled with the relief of surviving a close call. He gripped the Azure Dragon Blade tightly. "Next time, if they dare to come again, we'll make sure they don't leave alive!"

Li Cheng wiped the bloodstains from the Wind and Thunder Sword, its clear, resonant sound ringing out: "Indeed! The prestige of the Mighty Cherry Blossom Society is forged with the blood of our enemies!"

The two exchanged a smile, then turned to clean up the mess.

The crimson sunset dyed the Ryukyu sea amber, and Shi Feiyang stood on the scorched earth, his icy blue true energy gradually dissipating, his black outfit stained with blood yet still fluttering like a flag.

He gazed at the distant wreckage of enemy ships, listening to the mournful sound of waves crashing against the rocks, and his tense expression finally eased. Turning to look at Bai Zhi beside him, he saw that her silver ornaments were covered in dust, and her Miao-style colorful dress was torn by sword energy, yet she still gripped the jade flute tightly, her eyes filled with determination and concern.

"It's so good to have you here." Shi Feiyang smiled gently and put his arm around Bai Zhi's slender waist.

With that touch, I felt that her waist was so slender it could be grasped with one hand, yet it also revealed the supple strength of someone who had practiced martial arts.

Bai Zhi's cheeks flushed slightly, like peach blossoms in early March, and she gently scolded, "You always take such risks, don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

Even so, she gently leaned into his arms, the scent of Miao herbs wafting from her hair around them.

Shi Feiyang lowered his head and gently kissed the top of her head, displaying his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles".

In an instant, the two of them shot off like arrows, their toes lightly touching the crests of the waves, their figures transforming into two afterimages.

The sea breeze howled past, and Bai Zhi's colorful skirt fluttered behind her like a butterfly spreading its wings. She hugged Shi Feiyang tightly around the waist, feeling his strong and powerful heartbeat. She felt that no matter how much wind and rain she faced, as long as she was in his arms, she would feel completely at ease.

In a short while, the two returned to the merchant ship. Shan Zhi had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Shi Feiyang and Bai Zhi return, he hurriedly came forward to greet them.

He clasped his hands in a salute, his eyes filled with admiration: "Chief, this great victory is truly a blessing for our Xiong Ying Society!" Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the disciples who were standing ready on the deck, and said loudly: "Pass down the order, the merchant ship turns around, this time, we are truly returning to Jiangnan!"

Shi Xiong strode over, water pouch in hand. Bloodstains still stained his bronze face, but he couldn't hide his joy. He handed the pouch to Shi Feiyang and Bai Zhi, laughing heartily, "Chief, Madam, have a drink to soothe your throats. That was a great battle!"

Shi Feiyang took the water pouch, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The cool water flowed down his throat, dispelling the fatigue of the fierce battle.

He then handed the water pouch to Bai Zhi, his gaze gentle: "You should drink some too."

Bai Zhi took the water pouch, took a small sip, and savored the sweetness of the clear water.

She looked at Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with heartache: "Shi Lang, you're injured." As she spoke, she reached out and gently touched the wound on his arm.

Shi Feiyang smiled dismissively: "That's the blood of some Japanese pirates!"

Dan Zhi watched from the side, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He recalled how, over the years, he had followed Shi Feiyang in countless battles, experiencing life and death together.

The couple before us are a match made in heaven: one is a peerless martial artist and a man of great loyalty, the other is a woman of exceptional intelligence and medical skills.

"Chief, the Jiangnan headquarters must have already prepared a victory banquet, waiting for your triumphant return."

"I still have a lot to do after returning to Jiangnan and resting," Shan Zhi said. Shi Feiyang looked into the distance, his eyes firm and far-reaching: "Although the Japanese pirates have retreated, their wolfish ambitions will not stop there. And those scoundrels in the martial arts world who are secretly colluding with us should also be dealt with properly."

He clenched his fist, his aura surged, and icy blue true energy flowed in his palm.

Bai Zhi gently tugged at his sleeve and said softly, "No matter what, I'll be with you. Even the Gu worms from Miao territory can help you."

Shi Xiong laughed loudly, "With the help of my wife and the unparalleled martial arts of the Grand Master, our Xiong Ying Society will definitely beat those villains to a pulp!" The merchant ship slowly turned around and headed towards Jiangnan.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the deck, casting long shadows of everyone.

Shi Feiyang, with Bai Zhi in his arms, stood at the bow of the boat, gazing at the shimmering sea.

The sea breeze is gentle, carrying a hint of saltiness, yet also tinged with the unique tenderness of Jiangnan.

"The plum blossoms in Jiangnan must be in bloom," Bai Zhi said softly.

Shi Feiyang looked down at her, his eyes full of doting: "When we get back, I'll take you to admire all the plum blossoms in Jiangnan."

The two looked at each other and smiled. At this moment, they forgot the bloodshed and turmoil of the martial world and only felt tenderness and affection for each other.

Behind them, Shan Zhi and Shi Xiong looked at the two men and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

More than ten days later, the merchant ships of the Xiong Ying Association sailed into the waters south of the Yangtze River.

Shi Feiyang gripped the bronze eagle's head on the ship's gunwale, gazing at the faintly visible Wusongkou in the distance. His dark, fitted clothing fluttered in the sea breeze. Suddenly, a stench of decay swept over him, and his pupils constricted—this smell was no ordinary sea odor; it was more like the deathly aura emanating from a rotting deep-sea monster.

"Shi Lang, look!" Bai Zhi suddenly gripped his sleeve tightly, and the Miao silver bell jingled on his wrist.

Following her jade-like finger, dozens of feet away, floated the carcass of a giant whale on the sea. Its festering skin churned with purplish-black blood, resembling the festering wounds of a demon. Shan Zhi stroked the dart pouch at his waist, a cold glint flashing between the darts: "Chief, the Japanese pirates are known for their insidious tricks. This dead whale might be hiding a death warrant." Shi Xiong drew his White Rainbow Sword half an inch from its sheath, its blade ringing out like a dragon's roar tearing through the air: "What do they care about their underhanded tactics? Slaughter them one by one!"

Before the words were finished, the blue whale's carcass suddenly trembled violently, and thousands of bubbles gushed out from the decaying parts.

Shi Feiyang roared, "Retreat!" He unleashed the "Severing the Sky" technique from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms. Nine golden blade energies, imbued with icy coldness, swept across in a fan shape, but only managed to push back the poisonous miasma attacking from the front by three feet.

At the moment of the whale explosion, thick, rotting flesh and poisonous miasma surged like a black tide. "Hold your breath and dive!" Shi Feiyang grabbed Bai Zhi's waist, his toes touching the flying bits of flesh, and used "Thousand-Pound Drop" to plunge into the deep sea like a fish.

Shan Zhi threw three plum blossom darts, which embedded themselves into the reef, and used the force to plummet down; Shi Xiong pointed his sword at the sea, and his "Wave-Breaking Technique" stirred up a three-zhang-high water curtain to cover everyone.

Just as they dived several meters down, a ghostly blue phosphorescent light suddenly appeared in the deep sea.

Countless swordfish emerged from the mist, their sharp snouts glowing with an eerie blue light—the infamous "Ghost Kiss Swordfish" of the East China Sea.

With the jade flute held to her lips, she played an ancient Miao tune, and the Hundred Poison Spider King emerged in response, its silver threads weaving a protective net in the water.

However, the swordfish were like madmen, smashing the spider web to pieces in an instant.

"These beasts have been cursed!" Shi Feiyang's body shimmered with a lustrous sheen, and he activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison." The ice shield formed from the condensed cold air instantly froze the three swordfish into icicles.

His palms were like axes, and the "Welcoming Pine Trees" palm strikes unleashed golden-white blade energy, creating a huge whirlpool in the water. The blood gushing from the swordfish's severed mouth spread into a blood-red cloud in the deep sea.

Hiding in a crevice in the reef, Shan Zhi threw out plum blossom darts, aiming specifically for the swordfish's eyes: "Chief, the more we kill these thieving fish, the more they multiply!"

Shi Xiong wielded his white rainbow sword, creating a dazzling display of sword flowers, his sword moves flowing continuously: "What's there to be afraid of! Killing bandits in the northern desert back then was far more exhilarating than this!" Though his words were bold, cold sweat beaded on his forehead—the swarm of swordfish seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, charging towards the group one after another.

Seeing the situation was dire, Shi Feiyang gathered his inner strength and shouted, "Form the formation!"

The four people stood back to back, forming the "Four Symbols Formation" of the Xiong Ying Society.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Severing Heaven and Earth," with both palms. The golden blade light seemed to split the heavens and earth, shredding the surrounding swordfish into minced meat. Amidst the churning blood, a strange flute melody suddenly echoed from the seabed, its eerie tune like a soul-reaping curse.

"The sorcery of the Wind Demon lineage!" Shi Feiyang's heart trembled. Looking up, he saw three ninjas dressed in black silk robes walking on the water, the sound waves from their bone flutes causing ripples in the sea. The swordfish abandoned their Gu worms and turned to attack the group.

"You're courting death!" Shi Feiyang's body radiated a chilling aura, and the vortex suction of the Mingyu Gong turned the seawater into a black hole, sucking in the swordfish and the ninja along with it.

With his left hand, he gripped a ninja's pulse point, the chill spreading along his meridians, instantly freezing him into an ice sculpture; with his right hand, sword energy surged, and wherever the "Golden Dragon Claws" palm wind reached, swordfish flesh and blood flew everywhere.

When the last swordfish sank to the bottom of the sea, all four of them were covered in blood.

Bai Zhi's silver ornaments were covered with bits of meat, Shan Zhi's dart pouch was empty, and Shi Xiong's white rainbow sword was riddled with nicks.

Even more chilling is that beneath the remains of the dead whale, a shipwreck covered in coral is faintly visible, with the mottled character "戚" on its hull revealing the vicissitudes of history in the deep blue sea.

Shi Feiyang swam closer to the sunken ship and, through the entwined coral vines, vaguely saw the "Twelve Styles of Slaying Japanese Pirates" engraved on the stone wall inside the cabin.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, a strange laugh from the Japanese pirates suddenly came from the sea: "Master Shi, this underwater dragon palace is your burial ground!" Before Shi Feiyang and the others could touch the sunken ship engraved with "Twelve Styles of Slaying Japanese Pirates", a strange fluorescent blue mist suddenly appeared in the deep sea.

The mist seemed to have a life of its own, wrapping itself around everyone's limbs in wisps. Suddenly, the silver bell on Bai Zhi's wrist emitted a sharp buzzing sound: "Be careful! This mist contains the poison of the 'Soul-Eating Vine' from the South Seas!"

Before the words were finished, a mournful song came from the depths of the sea.

The voice was ethereal and alluring, as if it came from the deepest hell. The plum blossom dart in Shan Zhi's hand suddenly trembled slightly. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's a mermaid! Legend has it that their songs can bewitch souls!" Dozens of half-human, half-fish figures emerged from the dark blue mist. The mermaids held spears inlaid with sharp seashells. Their scales gleamed with a ghostly green light in the darkness, and their fish tails stirred up gusts of dark currents as they swayed.

Shi Xiong held the White Rainbow Sword horizontally in front of his chest, its blade gleaming with a warning blue light: "Chief, these merfolk have the aura of the Japanese!" Indeed, the merfolk all wore bamboo tubes engraved with cherry blossom patterns around their waists, clearly indicating that they had been controlled by the Japanese pirates using Gu worms.

The lead mermaid siren stroked her pearl necklace, and her song suddenly turned mournful. The mermaids charged like arrows released from a bow, their spears, coated with venom, leaving eerie black streaks in the water. (End of Chapter)