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

Salt crystals exploded in the air, forming a white haze.

As the smoke cleared, a deep crack appeared on Yue Wuhen's Blood Moon Scimitar, while Qi Meizhen's Miao Blade still gleamed coldly.

"You've lost. If you've lost, you'll have to leave your life behind, because the Hak tribe will not let anyone who harasses our people go unpunished. Hmph!" Qi Meizhen said coldly, her Miao sword flashing out like lightning, aiming straight for Yue Wuhen's heart.

Yue Wuhen's eyes widened, but he had already died, his blood splattered everywhere.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the rebels tried to escape, but were captured one by one by the lassoes of the Huck cavalry.

Qi Meizhen walked up to a rebel leader and used her Miao sword to lift his chin: "Why did you betray me?"

The man sneered, "The salt fields of Hake belong to the strong! You, you vixen, are nothing but a usurper of the Khanate of my Hake tribe!"

Qi Meizhen's eyes turned cold. With a slash of her Miao sword, the man's head rolled off, and blood seeped into the salt field, turning the snow-white salt crystals dark red.

After the fierce battle, broken salt rakes and overturned salt baskets were scattered across the salt fields. Salt grains mixed with soil and stained with blood, presenting a mottled dark red color. In the salt field, the salt piles, like small mountains, were shattered by the fierce battle, and the heroic figures of the soldiers seemed to still be reflected in the salt crystals.

On the shores of the salt flats, the seawater is no longer a pure blue, but stained crimson by the cruelty of the battlefield. Amidst the surging waves, one can almost hear the echoes of war and the shouts of soldiers. Under the setting sun, the salt fields, saltworks, and salt sea together create a poignant and tragic scene, inspiring awe.

Qi Meizhen gazed at the corpses strewn across the ground and sheathed her Miao sword. "Send the order down to sink these bodies into the salt lake. Let everyone know that those who betrayed the Hak tribe will be forever sealed away by the salt crystals!" Her voice echoed across the salt sea, startling a flock of crows that circled and flew toward the blood-red sunset.

Jin Liufu came over and said to Qi Meizhen, "Great Khan, the Zangyue family, instigated by the Western Regions Holy Sect, will not let this go easily. They came out from the depths of the desert and will definitely seize our salt fields. Otherwise, they will have traveled thousands of miles for nothing!"

Yang Feng snorted coldly: "What's there to be afraid of! We'll meet force with force and water with water!"

Qi Meizhen pondered for a moment and said, "Hero Gongsun, I trouble you to make this trip and inform Chief Xue Hongshan. Tell him to lead the disciples of the Northwest Salt Gang to set up guard around the major salt fields to prevent any unforeseen events. The Hak tribe is protecting the salt routes and salt fields for the Northwest Salt Gang, and I also hope that Chief Xue can lead the disciples of the Salt Gang to work together."

Gongsun Ren clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and departed as ordered.

In the distant northwest, amidst the sweltering heat of the salt sea, thousands of acres of salt fields resemble pieces of shattered silver spread out, their dazzling white light shooting straight into the sky, making it impossible to look directly at them.

The irrigation ditches between the salt fields are like silver ribbons, weaving a magnificent picture, shimmering and sparkling with a mesmerizing brilliance under the sunlight.

On this vast, boundless saline-alkali land, the sun's rays are reflected by the salt crystals, forming dazzling beams of light, like nature's spotlights, illuminating this magical land.

The light was dazzling, making one feel as if they were in a dream world, with every step treading to the rhythm of light.

Under the sunlight, the salt fields shone brightly, radiating a unique brilliance.

The allure of the Salt Sea lies not only in its magnificence and uniqueness, but also in the enticing benefits it offers. This magical land, with its captivating scenery and tempting profits, is becoming a coveted destination.

The war over the control of salt routes and salt fields seemed endless.

Only when one side's power is completely exhausted can the other side gain a brief period of peace and tranquility.

Otherwise, no one can settle down.

Queen Qi Meizhen of the Hak tribe wore a golden chainmail armor, and the salt crystals inlaid on her phoenix-winged helmet reflected a cold light. The Miao knife at her waist tapped lightly on her armor, producing a clanging sound like a dragon's roar.

She gazed at the dark banners that were faintly visible amidst the swirling dust in the distance; the battle flag of the Burial Moon Clan, embroidered with the blood moon totem, twisted like a demonic shadow under the blazing sun.

"Your Majesty! The 'Twelve Moon Shadow Envoys' of the Burial Moon have used their stealth techniques to approach!" Jin Liufu burst out of the water, his body covered in salt crystals that rustled as if he were wearing silver armor. "Those traitors are mixed in with the enemy, and they're even flaunting the banner of Hark's old troops!"

Gongsun Ren sneered and swung out a pair of Wu-Yue hooks. The barbs, carrying salt crystals, tore through the air with a sharp tearing sound: "You cowardly rats hiding your heads and tails, I will definitely whip them until their souls are scattered!"

Qi Meizhen's fingertips traced the ancient hilt of the Miao sword, her gaze sweeping over the fully armed and ready-to-go cavalry of the Hak tribe.

The soldiers' scimitars were coated with reflective salt powder, and the salt crystal lenses on their saddles shone like countless stars in the sunlight.

"Send the order! Deploy the 'Mirror Abyss Formation'!" Her voice boomed like a bell, shaking the surrounding area. "Even if the sorcery of the Western Regions can conceal the sky and the sun, today they will be defeated and sunk to the sands of my Hake Salt Fields!" The horn sounded like thunder, and the Hake cavalry scattered like arrows released from a bow.

The lenses in his hands were rapidly pieced together, instantly forming a massive array of light above the salt fields. Sunlight, refracted through layers, transformed into countless rotating blades of light.

The Twelve Moon Shadow Envoys had just disappeared into the void when they were slashed by the light blades, screaming in agony. Blood splattered in the air, like blooming eerie red plum blossoms.

"Mere child's play!" The High Priest of the Moon Burial, Lunar Eclipse, fluttered his black robes as his Blood Moon Scimitar surged with purple light. "Watch me use the Blood Moon to eclipse the sun and devour your illusory light!" A dark red phantom of the moon wheel enveloped the sky, and the spinning blade of light shattered inch by inch in the purple light.

Gongsun Ren roared, and his pair of Wu-Yue hooks flew like nimble snakes, aiming straight for Lunar Eclipse's throat.

The Moon Eclipse Scimitar unleashed a crimson light, and wherever the Wu Yue Hook touched, wisps of green smoke rose, instantly corroding everything.

Yang Feng roared, brandishing his Ghost Ring Greatsword, its shadow like a dark cloud pressing down on the city: "You dog! Prepare to die!" The salt crystal storm whipped up by the Ghost Ring Greatsword crashed into the invisible wall of energy, exploding into bursts of white mist. At the critical moment, Qi Meizhen drew her Miao Blade, its cold light flashing like a startled swan: "Miao Blade Armor-Piercing Formation, kill!"

One hundred and seventeen elite warriors formed a battle formation, their Miao swords and light blades gleaming in the light, like an inverted galaxy, dismantling the lunar eclipse's offensive one by one.

Jin Liufu suddenly sank into the salt pond, and the water churned and boiled.

In an instant, the giant python formed from salt water burst out of the water, opened its blood-red maw, and charged straight at the enemy formation.

Gongsun Ren seized the opportunity to unleash a poisonous mist, and Wu Yue Gou darted through the poisonous miasma. Wherever he went, the rebel soldiers wailed as their skin ulcerated and blood flowed from their seven orifices.

Seeing the situation was dire, the lunar eclipse bit its tongue and spat out a mist of blood: "Wrath of the Blood Moon! Burn everything to ashes!"

The dark red blade energy swept across the land like a tidal wave, melting salt crystals and cracking the ground wherever it went.

Instead of retreating, Qi Meizhen advanced, raising her Miao sword high and her aura surging. "Seventeenth Form of Armor Breaking - Light Blade Sky Cleavage!" Thousands of light blades collided with the blood moon sword energy, causing the salt field to tremble violently and salt crystals to explode like a rainstorm.

As the light faded, the eclipse's scimitar broke in two, and Qi Meizhen's Miao sword was already pressed against his throat: "The so-called Western Region Holy Sect is nothing but a clown! Hmph! Prepare to die!" The blade flashed, and blood splattered, staining the silvery salt crystals on the ground red.

The rebels scattered and fled, but were captured one by one by the lassoes of the Huck cavalry.

Qi Meizhen walked up to the traitor leader, carrying a blood-dripping Miao sword, and lifted his chin with the tip of the sword: "Those who betray Hark have only one path: death!"

A flash of light, and blood splattered in the sunlight, reflecting a blinding gleam.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the salt fields a dark red. In the distance, the salt crystals shimmered in the sunlight, while the Hak cavalrymen around them stood solemnly, gripping their weapons tightly, guarding the peace of this land.

Qi Meizhen wiped her Miao sword, her cold voice echoing across the battlefield: "Sink the traitor's corpse into the salt pond! Let all those who covet Hake know—every grain of salt here was forged with the blood of the enemy and the soul of the warrior!" In the afterglow, the warriors of the Hake tribe cleaned up the battlefield.

Soon, the salt fields returned to calm, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the salt crystals and the occasional neighing of horses in the distance.

Blood and salt crystals mingled, like rubies embedded in the earth.

After successfully quelling the rebellion on the grasslands, Shi Feiyang used his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill to quickly head towards Kunming.

As the morning mist still lingered over Kunming, not yet fully dissipated, Shi Feiyang stood before the vermilion gates of the Duke of Qian's mansion. Dressed in a dark, fitted outfit, he appeared dashing and heroic. The Mingyu Gong he cultivated circulated within his body, causing his crystal-clear skin, like glass, to shimmer faintly with a golden light in the rising dawn.

On the gate tower of the Duke of Qian's mansion, the copper bells hanging above jingled crisply in the breeze, startling several white doves that were peacefully perched under the eaves. Disturbed by the bells, they fluttered their wings and took flight, the sound breaking the tranquility in front of the mansion gate and adding a touch of liveliness to the city of Kunming in the early morning.

"Who dares to trespass on the Duke of Qian's mansion?" Eight halberd-wielding warriors roared in unison, their halberds crisscrossing like a forest, forming an impenetrable iron net in front of the gate.

Shi Feiyang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the faded "Mu Residence" plaque above the gate. A slight smile played on his lips. "I am Shi Feiyang of the Xiong Ying Society, here to pay my respects to Prince Mu." Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed like a ghost, disappearing through the gaps in the halberd formation. The gust of wind he created made the robes of the warriors flutter loudly. Inside the courtyard, the Mu family's experts sprang into action at the sound of his approach.

"Flowing Cloud Swordsman" Chen Moqing drew his longsword, the sword energy transforming into blooming blue lotuses: "You petty scoundrels of the martial world, how dare you cause trouble in the Duke's mansion?"

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor evaded, but instead unleashed the "Severing the Edge of Heaven" technique from his palms. Nine golden sword energies, each carrying a chilling aura, swept across the area in a fan shape, instantly shattering the Azure Lotus Sword Energy.

Chen Moqing's tiger's mouth cracked from the shock, and his longsword clattered to the ground.

"What superb skill!" With a delicate shout, Liu Yunyan swung her "Flying Phoenix Blade" and slashed down, the blade glistening with a deadly purple light.

Shi Feiyang's body was filled with a surge of cold energy. He activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison". He lightly touched the back of the blade with his fingertips. Liu Yunyan felt a chill travel along the blade and froze on the spot.

In the heat of battle, suddenly the tinkling of jade pendants could be heard, and Mu Tong, dressed in a moon-white dress and holding a silver knife, walked gracefully towards them.

Her gaze towards Shi Feiyang held both reproach and delight: "Chief Shi, you're quite the show-off. Are you planning to tear down my Mu Manor?"

Shi Feiyang stood up, his glass-like skin flushed slightly. "I have long admired the Duke of Qian's reputation and have come here to learn from him. But the way you fought your way in seems..." He stared intently at Mu Tong, "...like you were trying to steal a bride."

Mu Tong's cheeks flushed red, and she turned her face away, saying, "You're so glib." But she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

Just then, a dark figure swooped over the wall like a falcon; it was Xie Wen. He landed beside Shi Feiyang, his expression grave: "Chief, the 'elixir of immortality' left behind by the Dongdu fleet has reappeared, and various forces are already stirring."

Chen Moqing and Liu Yunyan were immediately moved. They glanced at each other and nodded slightly.

If one could obtain Xu Fu's elixir of immortality, one could achieve eternal life. Who in the world wouldn't want that?
Shi Feiyang frowned slightly and turned to look at Mu Tong.

Their eyes met, and a thousand words were left unsaid.

Mu Tong bit her lower lip and finally spoke: "You should leave. I don't want to have anything to do with the outlaws of the martial world."

Having been publicly dismissed by Mu Tong, Shi Feiyang was utterly humiliated. This was the first time he had ever been treated so coldly since entering the martial world; even Emperor Zhu Yijun had never treated him like this in person. He nodded and turned to leave.

However, after taking a few steps, Shi Feiyang looked back again and saw Mu Tong standing in the courtyard, her moon-white dress billowing in the wind, like a lonely white lotus. The morning mist over Kunming gradually dissipated, and Shi Feiyang and Xie Wen's figures disappeared at the end of the official road.

Inside the Duke of Qian's mansion, Mu Tong gazed at the silver knife in her hand, her slightly flushed face reflected in its blade.

"Flowing Cloud Swordsman" Chen Moqing and "Flying Phoenix Blade" Liu Yunyan resigned from their positions as guards in the Qian State Prefecture and secretly followed Shi Feiyang and Xie Wen to Jiangnan, intending to assassinate them and gain some benefits from it.

The mountain roads in southern Yunnan meander like snakes, and the light rain in late spring makes the bluestone pavement shine.

The Flowing Cloud Swordsman Chen Moqing's Flowing Cloud Sword trembled slightly in its sheath, and the jade pendant on the hilt swayed gently with his footsteps; Liu Yunyan, the Flying Phoenix Blade, tightened her cloak, and the gilded hilt of the Flying Phoenix Blade gleamed coldly in the rain.

As the two rounded a bend in the mountain path, a scorching heat suddenly pierced through the rain. "Brother Chen, Miss Liu, are you traveling in this rain to seek out Shi Feiyang's bad luck?" Before the words were finished, a crimson figure floated down from the treetop.

Xie Zhichuan held the Crimson Sky Sword, its blade adorned with flickering flame-like patterns. As he activated the Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique, a faint crimson halo surrounded him. He was none other than the young master of the Divine Sword Manor.

Behind him, Li Wuduo flicked her Poison Soul Whip, the emerald green venom at the tip sizzling in the rain. The title "Poisonous Hand Nuwa" was indeed well-deserved. Chen Moqing's pupils constricted slightly, and he gripped his sword hilt with his other hand: "Thank you, Young Master Xie and Miss Li, for blocking our path. What brings you here?"

Liu Yunyan held the Flying Phoenix Blade horizontally in front of her chest, the blade reflecting the hostile faces of the two people opposite her.

Xie Zhichuan sneered, drawing his Crimson Sky Sword three inches from its sheath, the sword's light carrying a wave of heat: "I dare not presume to offer guidance, but I cannot tolerate the behavior of the Xiong Ying Society. Shi Feiyang dominates the martial world and even opposes the imperial court; how can my Divine Sword Manor tolerate him?"

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the "Green Peak Cuts the Face" technique from the Thirteen Deadly Swords, the tip of the sword exploding with sparks as it aimed straight for Chen Moqing's throat.

Chen Moqing spun around to dodge, and used the Flowing Cloud Sword to unleash the move "Thick Clouds Obscuring the Moon," the sword's momentum as dense as weaving, barely blocking this fierce attack.

The two internal forces collided, and the bluestone ground cracked instantly.

Seeing this, Liu Yunyan let out a delicate shout, and her Flying Phoenix Blade transformed into a golden streak of light, heading straight for Li Wuduo. Li Wuduo's Poison Soul Whip moved like a serpent emerging from its hole, its whip techniques unpredictable and ever-changing. She unleashed a move called "Poison Dragon Piercing the Heart," in which the tip of the whip suddenly split into three strands, attacking Liu Yunyan's face, heart, and lower body respectively.

Liu Yunyan rolled to the side, unleashing a move called "Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens" with her Flying Phoenix Blade. The force generated by the blade deflected the poison whip.

Taking advantage of the moment, Li Wuduo flung out a handful of poisoned needles. The needles traced eerie arcs in the air, emitting a nauseating stench. Liu Yunyan parried with her knife, the needles striking the blade and sending up plumes of poisonous smoke.

Xie Zhichuan's offensive became increasingly fierce. He unleashed the "Returning Wind and Seizing the Moon" move from the Thirteen Deadly Swords, and crimson sword energy swept over like flames.

Forced to retreat repeatedly, Chen Moqing's Flowing Cloud Sword was stained with sparks. Knowing that he would surely be defeated if things continued this way, he gritted his teeth and unleashed his trump card, "Cloud Breaking Heaven's Shock." The sword's momentum was unparalleled, colliding with Xie Zhichuan's sword energy and unleashing a deafening roar.

Seeing that the stalemate was not resolved, Li Wuduo suddenly laughed and said, "Why are you two so stubborn? Wouldn't it be better if you joined forces with us? If Shi Feiyang falls, wouldn't the Xu Fu Immortal Pill, the Sacred Heart Manual, and the Kunlun Heart-Questioning Manual in his hands be better than being someone's bodyguard?"

She flicked her poisonous whip, withdrawing her attack. "Our Divine Sword Manor is willing to join forces with you two. After the matter is accomplished, you will receive divine martial arts manuals, prestigious positions in the martial world, and everything else you desire." Chen Moqing slowed his sword strikes slightly, but his mind was racing with calculations.

Liu Yunyan stood with her sword drawn, and said sternly, "Why should I believe you?"

Xie Zhichuan sheathed his sword, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered, "Just because we share a common hatred. As long as the Xiong Ying Society is not eliminated, there will be no peace in the martial world."

He pulled out a secret map from his pocket, which detailed the defenses of the Kunming branch of the Xiong Ying Society. "If you two agree, this will be our sincerity." The rain intensified, washing away the bloodstains on everyone's bodies.

Chen Moqing and Liu Yunyan exchanged a glance, a ruthless glint in their eyes. Liu Yunyan sheathed her Flying Phoenix Blade and said in a deep voice, "Fine! We'll join forces. But let me make this clear: if you dare to play any tricks, we'll make you regret it."

Xie Zhichuan and Li Wuduo exchanged a smile, a barely perceptible glint of sinister intent flashing in their eyes. On the mountain path, four different auras intertwined, like an invisible net, silently being cast towards Shi Feiyang and Xiong Yinghui.

In the distance, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

As dusk fell like blood, it stained the vast Qiantang River, its surface shimmering like a magnificent ink painting slowly unfolding.

The river flows swiftly and ceaselessly, its powerful currents crashing against the banks with a deafening roar, showcasing the unparalleled power of nature.

The Liuhe Pagoda stands majestically on the riverbank, its imposing form appearing even more solemn under the setting sun. The pagoda's upturned eaves and layered structure, with every brick and tile revealing the vicissitudes and weight of history.

The setting sun cast its golden rays upon the pagoda, bathing it in a golden glow, making it resemble a warrior clad in golden armor, guarding this land. Between the river and the pagoda, the scenery is picturesque. On the river, fishing boats return at dusk, the shimmering water reflecting the distant mountains, creating a harmonious and tranquil scene. The reflection of the Liuhe Pagoda in the river appears and disappears, mirroring the real pagoda.

Xie Wen's hawk-like gaze was fixed on the top of the tower, his iron claws clenching the blue bricks with a cracking sound: "Chief, it seems as if thousands of wronged souls are crying out from inside the tower!"

Shi Feiyang frowned slightly, his Mingyu Gong was activated to the "Listening to the Waves and Discerning Sounds" state, and his glass-like skin glowed with a faint blue light.

Suddenly, the copper bells on the top of the tower rang out without wind, their rhythms reminiscent of the battle formations in "Ambush from Ten Sides".

"Well done, using the bell to transmit a message!" Shi Feiyang roared, raising his palms like giant blades to split the sky. He unleashed the "Slaying the Mortal World" move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," sending nine golden blade energies, each carrying a chilling aura, soaring straight into the sky.

Three hundred bronze bells on the eaves shattered inch by inch amidst the glint of the blade. The yellowed petitions that fell from within the bells were swept up by the river wind, their densely packed, blood-red characters piecing together the blood and tears of the coastal people: "The red-haired barbarians burn, kill, and plunder; the Crimson-flaming maple trees devour people like flies..."

Liao Pei's Tongbei gauntlets shook the ground: "These red-haired bandits dare to run wild on my Great Ming territory!" Lie Quan's Qiankun sword was drawn half a foot from its sheath, the clanging of the hilt startling a flock of seagulls and egrets on the beach: "Judging from the skull and crossbones flags on their sails, they are probably warships of the Dutch East India Company!"

The heroes of Xiong Ying then set sail. Dark clouds churned at the horizon, and three colossal ships with black sails broke through the waves. Red-clad musketeers on the decks were setting up cannons. These ships were like floating castles, with rows of dark cannons lined up on their towering hulls, as if ready to unleash devastating firepower at any moment.

The sails fluttered in the gale, and each ship looked like a giant beast ready to pounce, its power enough to instill fear in any opponent.

The waves were cleaved by the impact of the ship, and the spray they created resembled white warhorses galloping forward with the giant ship.

The statues at the bow gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like messengers of the sea god, proclaiming their inviolable majesty. On deck, musketeers in bright red uniforms expertly inspected the cannons, ensuring that every shell hit its target accurately.

Shi Feiyang's body surged with cold energy, and he activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison," making his glassy skin almost transparent like an ice sculpture: "Brothers, listen to my command! Eight Trigrams Formation to meet the enemy!" The twelve incense masters instantly formed a battle formation.

Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts formed a rain of silver, while Xiao Lingling's mandarin duck knives danced out a thousand layers of snow. Suddenly, the portholes of the enemy ship burst open, and hundreds of burning iron balls came hurtling in—these were the new firearms of the Red-haired Barbarians, the "Thunderbolt Bullets."

"Break!" Shi Feiyang unleashed "Welcoming Pine Trees" with both palms, and the golden sword energy collided violently with the explosive shockwave. The crimson maple trees on the riverbank suddenly grew wildly, and the scarlet vines swept over like living creatures, turning villages into ruins wherever they went, with the screams of the people mixed with the roars of the plants.

Jin Liufu jumped into the river, but his ankles were entangled by vines, and he was almost dragged into the Crimson Forest.

At the critical moment, Xiang Kun's improved iron flute suddenly played "Fisherman's Song at Dusk." The flute's clear and melodious sound pierced through the roar of the battlefield.

Suddenly, the sea surface churned in the distance, and dozens of enormous sperm whales burst out of the waves, their eyes gleaming with angry red light.

"It was the red-haired barbarians who disturbed the whale pod with 'soul-capturing incense'!" Bai Zhiyu lightly raised her flute, trying to soothe the whales with Miao folk music, but to little avail.

"Let me do it!" Xiang Kun bit his tongue, spitting his heart's blood onto the flute, and the melody suddenly changed to "Wind in the Pines of Ten Thousand Valleys." The iron flute emitted a dragon-like roar, and the whale pod actually changed direction, crashing into the enemy ship like a black, raging tide.

The Dutch captain brandished his gilded command sword and roared, "Fire! Sink these beasts!" But the instant the shells struck the whales, Shi Feiyang had already used his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill to leap onto the enemy ship like a ghost.

"Dare to invade the waters of my Great Ming Dynasty? Your doom has come!" Shi Feiyang's body shone with golden light, and the vortex suction of the Mingyu Gong drew all the lead bullets from the cannons into his palms. He unleashed the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Severing Heaven and Earth," and a golden blade of light that pierced through the heavens and earth crashed down.

The red-clad musketeers on the deck turned into a bloody mist amidst the blade's aura, the mast was severed in half, and the black sail fell like a giant bird.

At the same time, Gongsun Ren's Wu Yue Hook, imbued with deadly poison, pulverized the main root of the Crimson Flame Maple; Wu Zhong's Xuan Tie Prosthetic Arm unleashed thirty-six-barreled Thunderfire Guns, raining down lead bullets upon the red-haired barbarians attempting to land.

Shi Xiong's White Rainbow Sword charged left and right through the enemy ranks, unleashing the "Godslayer and Buddha Destroyer" of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords." Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, the heads of the red-haired barbarians rolled off like watermelons. When the last enemy ship sank to the bottom of the sea, the river surface was already stained dark red with blood.

Standing atop the Liuhe Pagoda, Shi Feiyang gazed at the mess on the ground, his smooth skin cracking slightly – even with Xu Fu's elixir protecting him, that all-out attack had still drained a significant amount of his energy.

Xiang Kun put away the iron flute, which was still stained with whale blood and the juice of the Crimson Flame Maple: "Chief, these red-haired barbarians will probably not let this go."

Shi Feiyang gazed into the depths of the East China Sea: "If they dare to come again, the swords of my Xiong Ying Society will surely make them pay for their blood debts!"

The sea breeze whipped his robes, and six hundred petitions from ten thousand people fluttered behind him, as if telling the story of this thrilling battle to defend the country.

Meanwhile, in the more distant seas, the flagship of the Dutch East India Company was assembling, and a new storm was quietly brewing in the darkness.

Turbulent waves surged into the sky, and the twelve galleons of the Dutch East India Company pressed in like black pythons.

The prow is carved with a menacing siren, the deck is filled with cannons, and red-clad musketeers stand in neat squares, their dark muzzles gleaming coldly.

Standing atop the reef, Shi Feiyang channeled his Mingyu Gong to its fullest extent. His glass-like skin reflected a cold light in the torrential rain. Gazing at the enemy ships, he said in a deep voice, "Today, we will make sure these red-haired thieves never return! Brothers, prepare for battle!"

Kong Sanjiao drew his "Seven Cultivation Swordsman" longsword, the Big Dipper pattern engraved on the blade gleaming faintly: "Chief, I will lead the sword cultivators to clear the way!" Behind him, Fan Shi of "Xingyi Quan" assumed a horse stance, his aura as imposing as a deep abyss and a towering mountain: "Though the barbarians' firearms are powerful, they still need to ask my iron fists if they will allow it!"

Liu Yehua, wielding the "Hundred-Leaf Blade," flicked the scabbard, and the thirty-six fine steel blades hummed: "Their ships are sturdy, but my blade is even sharper!"

Shi Feiyang slowly raised his palms, and the cold air around him condensed into ice mist: "Form ranks! Elder Liao and Lie Quan guard the left flank; Wu Zhong and Xiao Lingling break the firearms; Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi provide long-range support!" Before he finished speaking, the cannons on the enemy ships roared first, and the shells came crashing down like meteors.

Liao Pei shouted, and the Tongbi gauntlet vibrated out energy, sending two cannonballs flying into the sky; Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade drew an arc, and the blade energy rolled with the seawater to form a water curtain, blocking a rain of bullets.

Southwest Wind wielded his long sword, his feet moving in a yin-yang pattern, deflecting the incoming shrapnel to both sides.

He declared loudly, "Chief, watch me break their volley formation!" With that, he swung his longsword and unleashed a "Tai Chi Cloud Hands" technique, transforming the sword energy into a soft force that deflected the lead bullets fired by the red-clad musketeers toward the sea.

Shi Xiong wielded the White Rainbow Sword, weaving through the hail of bullets like a nimble snake. Though a page, his swordsmanship was second to none, each strike aimed straight for the musketeer's throat. Xiang Kun's iron flute played a stirring melody, its sonic power transforming into an invisible barrier that partially neutralized the roar of the cannons.

Lu Dechu piloted the manned kite, carrying Jiang Huotian as they descended from the sky.

Jiang Huotian's bamboo pole moved like a dragon, used to strike the fuses of artillery; Lu Dechu threw out specially made gunpowder barrels, which exploded into sparks on the decks of enemy ships.

Gongsun Ren's Wu-Yue Hook, laced with deadly poison, coiled around the red-haired barbarians climbing the cloud ladder like a serpent, throwing them into the surging river.

Seeing that the battle was at a stalemate, Shi Feiyang suddenly leaped into the air and 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, and nine golden sword energies, imbued with icy coldness, swept across in a fan shape.

Wherever the sword energy reached, the seawater surged with waves ten feet high, the sails of the two enemy ships were instantly torn apart, and the hulls were violently shaken by the aftershocks of the sword energy.

Dutch fleet commander Van der Velde flew into a rage, brandishing his gold-inlaid sword: "Concentrate firepower and sink the leader!"

Dozens of cannons fired simultaneously at Shi Feiyang, but Shi Feiyang's body shone brightly. The vortex suction force of the Mingyu Gong transformed into an invisible giant maw, sucking all the cannonballs into the giant vortex. He sneered and threw the cannonballs in the opposite direction. With several loud "booms," huge holes were blasted into the deck of the enemy ship.

Wu Zhong's Xuan Tie prosthetic arm unleashed a thirty-six-barreled Thunderfire Gun, forming a dense firepower network with Miao Menlong's divine arrows and Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts.

The roar of the muskets, the whistling of arrows, and the shrieking of darts mingled together, and the red-clad musketeers fell to the ground one after another.

Liu Yehua's Hundred-Leaf Blade was even more unpredictable; with each swing, the heads of the red-haired barbarians flew off, their blood staining the deck red.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Van der Velde personally picked up a mortar and loaded it with a specially made explosive shell.

He grinned maliciously and aimed at Shi Feiyang: "Try our East India Company's secret weapon!"

The cannonball flew in, trailing a long tongue of fire, distorting the air in its path. Shi Feiyang's eyes sharpened, and he unleashed the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Severing Heaven and Earth," with both palms. A golden blade of light that pierced the heavens and earth collided violently with the cannonball.

In an instant, the world lost its color. The shockwave from the massive explosion capsized the two enemy ships. Shi Feiyang shouted, "Pursue them while they're ahead!" The members of the Xiong Ying Society roared in unison and charged towards the enemy ships like tigers descending a mountain.

After a fierce battle, the twelve ships of the Dutch fleet either sank to the bottom of the sea or burst into flames.

Van der Velde was frozen into an ice sculpture by Shi Feiyang's Ice Soul Cold Prison True Qi. Even in his dying moments, he could not believe that his powerful ships and cannons had been defeated by this group of martial arts heroes.

After quelling the maritime threat, Shi Feiyang ordered the heroes of Xiong Ying to closely monitor the sea, while he used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," to fly to Kunming.

As dusk bathed Kunming in a honey-colored hue, Shi Feiyang stepped into the peach grove of the Duke of Qian's mansion, bathed in moonlight.

The evening breeze, carrying the scent of osmanthus, wafted by, startling the owls perched among the branches.

He held his breath, and the shimmering light emanating from the Mingyu Gong blended with the moonlight. He saw a figure in crimson leaning against the railing of the Nine-Bend Bridge by the lotus pond ahead, gently wiping the dewdrops from her temples with a silk handkerchief.

"Little Night!" Shi Feiyang blurted out, and before the words were even finished, he had already rushed to her side.

As Mu Tong turned around, the moonlight fell precisely on her flushed cheeks, but her eyes flashed with a chilling light: "What are you doing here? I've said it before, I won't associate with those roughnecks of the martial world. Get out!" She suddenly flicked her sleeve, and the Xiangfei bamboo umbrella "whooshed" open, obscuring half of her stunningly beautiful face.

Shi Feiyang's throat tightened, and his hands, hidden beneath his dark-colored outfit, trembled slightly.

He gazed at the silver bells swaying in Mu Tong's hair and couldn't help but sigh, "Since that's the case, I'll take my leave now." As he turned to leave, he suddenly heard the rustling of the bamboo forest around him, and twelve dark figures appeared like ghosts, surrounding him completely.

"Unauthorized trespassing in the Duke of Qian's mansion is punishable by death!" The gray-robed elder at the head of the group stepped forward, his iron fan snapping open with a "snap." The Tai Chi diagram painted on the fan gleamed faintly. This was none other than Lu Wenyuan, the chief guard of the Mu family, known as "Master Iron Fan." Behind him, to his left stood Zhou Wentong, the "Acupuncture Point Master" wielding a judge's pen, and to his right stood Zhang Han, the "Winter Plum Sword Master" with a soft sword at his waist. The three of them formed a triangular formation, trapping Shi Feiyang at the core.

Shi Feiyang clasped his hands in a salute: "I had no intention of offending you, and I hope you will all show mercy." Before he finished speaking, Lu Wenyuan's iron fan had already transformed into a cold light and struck Shi Feiyang's "Shanzhong" acupoint, shouting: "Sweet talk! Take this!"

Shi Feiyang dodged to the side, his left palm slashing horizontally like a knife—the "Severing the Edge of Heaven" move from the "Hundred Victories Knife Technique." The shockwave from his palm caused the iron fan to deflect by half an inch. Zhou Wentong seized the opportunity to close in, his judge's pen like a venomous snake's tongue, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's eyes.

Instead of retreating, Shi Feiyang advanced. Under the influence of the Mingyu Gong, his skin glowed with a faint blue light, and his right hand suddenly formed a claw and grabbed at the opponent's wrist.

Zhou Wentong was shocked and hurriedly tried to retreat by performing a somersault, but Shi Feiyang's fingertip brushed against his sleeve, and the brocade instantly cracked with an icy mark.

Seeing the situation, Zhang Han drew his soft sword like a plum blossom in winter, aiming at Shi Feiyang's ribs with a veiled thrust. Shi Feiyang spun around to dodge, unleashing a series of "Golden Dragon Claws" palm strikes, golden blade energy crisscrossing the air. Zhang Han was forced to retreat three steps, and fine frost flowers even formed on his soft sword.

"Good lad, you've got some skills!" Lu Wenyuan roared, his iron fan spinning rapidly, and twelve bone-piercing nails popped out from between the fan ribs.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Demon-Slaying Cloud" technique from his palms, the palm wind transforming into an invisible barrier that shook off all the bone-piercing nails.

But at that moment, nine more experts from the Mu family leaped down from the roof. Among them, Han Meng, wielding the "Panlong Staff," swept across the battlefield, while Zhao Hui, wielding the "Black Fiend Hammer," was fierce and powerful. In an instant, the flashing blades trapped Shi Feiyang in the center.

Shi Feiyang sighed inwardly. He hadn't wanted to make a move in front of Mu Tong, but now he had no choice but to go all out.

He activated his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison," causing his body to surge with icy energy. He then unleashed the "Viewing the Vast Ocean" move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms. Nine golden blade energies, each imbued with icy coldness, swept across in a fan shape. Han Meng's eyebrow-level staff was knocked out of his hand, and Zhao Hui's meteor hammer chain shattered inch by inch.

"Stop!" Mu Tong's shout suddenly came.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang paused, but instantly used the momentum to fly backward, landing three zhang away. Looking at Mu Tong's tearful eyes, he finally suppressed his murderous intent. Lu Wenyuan and the others wanted to give chase, but Mu Tong stopped them: "Let him go."

As Mu Tong turned around, the silver bell in her sleeve swayed gently, making a soft tinkling sound in the moonlight.

Shi Feiyang watched her retreating figure, feeling silently sad.

When he leaped over the wall, the peach grove behind him remained quiet, with only the scent of osmanthus mixed with the smell of blood lingering in the night breeze.

Dianchi Lake, like a dazzling pearl inlaid on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, displays a unique charm at dusk.

The lake surface shimmered, and dark purple waves gently lapped against the shore.

The surrounding mountains, layer upon layer, were bathed in a soft golden glow by the setting sun, resembling a captivating ink painting.

Shi Feiyang stood on the rocks by the lake, his posture upright, like an otherworldly immortal.

He activated the Bright Jade Skill, and his skin, illuminated by the setting sun, shone with a glass-like luster, crystal clear and breathtakingly beautiful.

His figure blended seamlessly with the beauty of Dianchi Lake, like an ice sculpture frozen in this tranquil and magnificent moment. (End of Chapter)