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

"So what?" Shi Feiyang laughed and picked her up in his arms. In the twilight, the shadows of the three pagodas enveloped the two of them. "If you punish me, I will find the sweetest icing in the world and turn it into thousands of love words to tell you."

Mu Tong leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat, and suddenly felt that the sword fights and the quest for power in the martial world were nothing compared to the warmth of their embrace at this moment. She reached out and stroked his glassy skin, and whispered, "Then you must remember, in your world, I will be the only spectator."

Shi Feiyang lowered his head and kissed away the worry between her brows, whispering in her ear, "My little Yezi, you are more than just a spectator. This world is meant to be fought for you." The wind swept across the three pagodas, and the copper bells jingled softly, as if playing a sweet melody for this perfect couple.

Shi Feiyang picked up Mu Tong, leaped onto his horse, and returned to Kunming and the Duke of Qian's mansion. The two strolled hand in hand to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Mu Tong suddenly stopped, her fingertips tracing the mottled carvings on the pavilion pillar: "Look, these are the words we left when we first met you."

Her voice trailed off, “Back then, I was just the utterly wicked ‘Fuma Sayoko’ in your eyes.”

Shi Feiyang turned her shoulders and gazed intently into her eyes: "From the moment you saved Xiao Lingling on the Shu Road, my heart has been unable to hold anyone else." As the night deepened, Mu Tong suddenly heard a soft rumble in his stomach and chuckled: "So even a great hero gets hungry." She turned and took out a food box, which contained carefully prepared rose pastries and jasmine cakes. "These were all made according to your preferences, please try them."

Shi Feiyang took a bite of the rose pastry, the sweet aroma spreading in his mouth, but he deliberately frowned: "It's not as sweet as the one you fed me yourself."

Mu Tong's cheeks flushed, and she finally did as she was told and took a piece of pastry. When her fingertips brushed against the corner of his lips, both of them felt a tremor in their hearts.

Suddenly, a light rain began to fall, and Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong (a martial arts technique) was activated in response. The icy blue true energy emanating from his body condensed the raindrops into a crystal beaded curtain.

Mu Tong gazed at his glass-like skin and couldn't help but reach out to touch it: "Every time I see you practicing your internal energy, it's like looking at the moon in the sky, so beautiful that I dare not defile it." Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to pull her into his arms: "Then how about we defile it completely?" After saying that, he gently kissed her forehead.

The rain intensified, and the two took shelter in the corridor. Mu Tong took out an embroidered handkerchief to gently wipe the raindrops from his hair, her movements as tender as if touching a rare treasure: "If one day my identity brings you trouble..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang sealed her lips with his, his words carrying an undeniable resolve: "Even if it means going against the world, I will protect you." When the rain stopped, Shi Feiyang suddenly noticed that the jade pendant hanging around her neck was shimmering, its shape somewhat resembling the imperial dragon pattern.

Mu Tong noticed his gaze, her expression changed slightly, and she hesitated to speak.

Shi Feiyang pressed down on her hand as she tried to remove the jade pendant: "No matter who you are, you are someone I, Shi Feiyang, cherish deeply."

He put the jade pendant back on and then kissed her neck. "If the secret is heavy, then share half of it with me." With that, he used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," and flew away to live alone by Dianchi Lake.

At dawn the next day, a light mist shrouded the valleys of southern Yunnan. Shi Feiyang was awakened by the rapid sound of hooves. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw Mu Tong, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, riding a fiery red steed at full speed. Her hair was disheveled by the wind, but her eyes were filled with anxiety: "Shi Lang, something terrible has happened! There's been strange activity at the Gu King's Palace deep in Miao territory, and it's probably related to royal secrets!"

Shi Feiyang mounted his horse and put his arm around Mu Tong's slender waist: "Don't panic, I'm here."

The two rode their horses at full gallop, encountering bizarre sights along the way—once vibrant flowers had withered, and the streams shimmered with an eerie, dark blue hue.

Mu Tong frowned: "This is a sign of the thousand-year-old blood gu. Someone must be refining a forbidden technique!"

Upon reaching a precipice, Shi Feiyang activated his Mingyu Gong, causing his glass-like skin to glow faintly.

He stared intently and saw an ancient palace at the bottom of the cliff, its roof adorned with worm totems that gleamed with an eerie purple light in the sunlight.

"Watch out!" Mu Tong suddenly tackled him to the ground. A poisoned crossbow bolt grazed past Shi Feiyang's ear and embedded itself in the boulder behind him, instantly corroding a deep pit. Shi Feiyang raised both palms, unleashing the "Severing the Sky" technique from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," nine golden blade energies imbued with icy coldness sweeping across in a fan shape. Screams echoed from the distant dense forest as three black-clad assassins were sent flying backward.

Mu Tong drew her ninja sword, the blade swirling with a ghostly blue Gu poison: "The aura of these people is exactly the same as that of the Eastern Depot agents in the palace!" The two cautiously sneaked into the Gu King's Palace, where candlelight flickered and ancient characters were carved on the walls.

Shi Feiyang activated his Mingyu Gong, and the light from his glassy skin illuminated the wall, revealing secrets about the royal bloodline and Gu techniques.

Mu Tong leaned closer for a closer look, her face instantly turning pale: "So... my birth mother was killed because she was protecting this secret..."

Before the words were finished, a sinister laugh suddenly echoed through the hall. A person clad in black robes slowly stepped out, a bone flute in his hand gleaming with an eerie green light: "Mu Tong, you've finally arrived. The secret your mother risked her life to protect back then should be put to rest today!"

The black-robed man played a bone flute, and countless Gu worms swarmed in from all directions, densely packed and making one's scalp tingle.

Shi Feiyang's body was filled with a surge of cold energy, and he circulated his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison," making his glassy skin almost transparent.

He thrust out with both palms, unleashing the "Slaying the Mortal World" technique. The golden blade energy, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, cleaved a bloody path through the swarm of Gu worms.

Mu Tong brandished her ninja sword, unleashing the "Gu King Demon-Slaying Sword Technique," a secret technique passed down in Miao territory. Wherever the blade struck, the Gu worms turned into blood.

Seeing the situation was dire, the man in black robes suddenly blew his bone flute. The ground inside the hall began to tremble, and a gigantic blood gu burst forth from the earth. The blood gu opened its gaping maw, and a stench filled the air. Shi Feiyang grabbed Mu Tong and leaped into the air, shouting, "Xiao Yezi, hold me tight!"

He unleashed the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Breaking the Universe," with both palms, and a golden blade of light that pierced through the heavens and earth crashed down.

The blood gu let out a shrill scream, and its massive body collapsed with a crash.

The man in black robes stared wide-eyed in terror, trying to escape, but the Gu rope that Mu Tong threw out got tangled around his ankle.

"Speak! Who exactly is behind this?" Mu Tong's eyes were icy, and the Gu rope in her hand tightened more and more.

The man in black robes struggled, finally uttering a few words: "Cao Huachun of the Eastern Depot..."

After resolving the crisis, Shi Feiyang and Mu Tong exchanged a smile.

Mu Tong leaned against Shi Feiyang's chest and whispered, "Shi Lang, thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would never have been able to resolve this knot in my heart."

Shi Feiyang lowered his head and kissed her hair: "Silly girl, your problems are my problems. No matter what happens in the future, I will be by your side."

As dusk deepened, the two walked hand in hand out of the Gu King's Palace. The distant mountains were bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, resembling a breathtaking painting.

Shi Feiyang gripped Mu Tong's hand tightly, secretly vowing in his heart: no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, he would protect her for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, the foul-smelling corpses of the blood-gu poison steamed up purple mist in the hall, and the black-robed man let out a strange chuckle, his withered fingers suddenly tearing off his hood.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank suddenly—the face covered with centipede-like scars was none other than Yang Yinglong, who should have died in the Battle of Bozhou!

"Shi Feiyang, you didn't expect this, did you?" Yang Yinglong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing gold-plated fangs. "Back then, Wu Zhong's gunpowder only took half my life. The one who truly saved me..." He suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, causing the Gu worm totem on the ceiling to fall to dust.

Mu Tong's ninja sword flashed with a cold, eerie blue light: "It's Cao Huachun! What exactly are you plotting with him about royal secrets?"

Instead of answering, Yang Yinglong asked a question, his gaze roaming over her face like a venomous snake: "Does the princess know why the dragon pattern on the jade pendant around your neck is incomplete?"

He dipped his fingertip in the blood-gu slime and drew half a dragon shape on the ground. "His Majesty had a secret rendezvous with the Miao holy maiden, and the princess born should have been the chosen one to inherit the bloodline of the Gu King, but alas..."

Shi Feiyang's icy aura suddenly erupted, and his Mingyu Gong froze the surrounding Gu worms into ice crystals: "Are you trying to say that Mu Tong is of royal blood?"

Yang Yinglong let out a shrill laugh and pulled out a yellowed secret edict from his bosom: "Back then, the Empress Dowager was afraid that Gu magic would threaten the imperial power, so she sent people to slaughter the Miao holy tribe. Only the infant princess was adopted by the Duke of Qian's mansion! Chief Supervisor Cao has known about this for a long time. This time, he took advantage of the strange behavior in the Gu King's Palace to lure the princess into the trap!"

Mu Tong's ninja sword clattered to the ground, and she staggered back half a step, but was caught steadily by Shi Feiyang. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Yinglong threw out a hidden bone-piercing nail, the tip of which gleamed with an eerie emerald green—it was actually "Heart-Eating Powder," a fusion of thousand-year-old blood poison and the secret recipe of the Eastern Depot.

Shi Feiyang spun around and swung his palm. The "Demon-Slaying Cloud" technique of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" shattered the Bone-Piercing Nail into dust, but the aftershocks inadvertently affected the bronze cauldron inside the hall.

With a deafening roar, a gilded box rolled out of the cauldron. On the yellowed silk inside the box, there was a vivid depiction of Mu Tong's birth mother being pierced by a thousand arrows.

"This is a gift left to you by Cao Huachun!" Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Yinglong activated the mechanisms inside the hall, and the Gu worm totems on the wall suddenly came to life. "As long as the 'Blood Sacrifice Gu Array' is activated, and the ancient Gu King is awakened with the royal bloodline, the entire Ming Dynasty will become a puppet of the Eastern Depot!"

Shi Feiyang shielded Mu Tong behind him, but Mu Tong suddenly broke free from his embrace, picked up a ninja knife, and stabbed her wrist: "Shi Lang, run! I can't let them make a terrible mistake with my blood!" Yang Yinglong grinned like a night owl, and with the sound of a bone flute, thousands of Gu worms crawled along her dripping blood.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly grabbed Mu Tong and activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Ice Soul Cold Prison".

His body was enveloped in a chilling aura that condensed into a hundred-foot-high ice wall, isolating the swarm of Gu worms from the outside.

"Speak! What is the key to activating the Gu formation?" Shi Feiyang grabbed Yang Yinglong's vital point, and his icy true energy instantly formed frost flowers on Yang's face.

Yang Yinglong's teeth chattered from the cold, yet he still cackled, "Here...here..." Before he could finish, a dark figure burst through the window, a silver needle from his sleeve piercing precisely into the back of his neck. The newcomer was Xie Wen, who had been missing for days. His hawk-like gaze swept over the secret edict, and he said in a deep voice, "Chief, Cao Huachun has led three thousand Imperial Guards to Yunnan. This Gu formation must be destroyed before midnight!"

Looking at Shi Feiyang's blackened fingertips, Mu Tong burst into tears: "Why were you so foolish..."

Shi Feiyang wiped away her tears with his blood-stained fingertips, his glassy eyes filled with a gentle smile: "Because you are my life."

He turned to look at the blood-red altar at the core of the Gu formation, "Tonight, we will bury Cao Huachun's conspiracy forever in this secret realm of southern Yunnan!"

Seeing this, Xie Wen wisely flew away. At dawn, the miasma of southern Yunnan was thick with the rising smoke. Shi Feiyang sensed a subtle fluctuation of internal energy coming from the direction of the back mountain. His glassy skin gleamed with a wary cold light: "Little Yezi, a master is setting up the Five Elements Soul-Locking Array."

Mu Tong frowned slightly, her fingertips caressing the newly made sachet of poison: "It must be Cao Huachun's men. This time, I will make sure they never return." The two followed the trail to a deep valley, where they saw five Eastern Depot leaders, each holding a black iron chain, with dozens of Miao women and children wrapped around the ends of the chains.

The gray-clad leader sneered, "Chief Shi, Princess Mu, if you want to save people, you'll have to cripple your own martial arts!"

Wu Zhong's furious shout suddenly came from the side: "You dog! Ask my Xuan Tie prosthetic limb if it agrees!" Thirty-six Thunderfire Guns fired in unison, but the lead bullets were all deflected by the qi formed by the chains.

Liao Pei's gauntlets rattled like thunder: "Lie Quan, let's attack from both sides!" Just as the two were about to leap up, Shi Xiong suddenly swung his White Rainbow Sword, the tassel of which wrapped around the wrist of a guard: "Young master, be careful! Their chains are coated with corpse poison!"

Sure enough, the skin on the leader, cut by the sword, instantly turned blue and purple, and he began to frantically bite his companion. Mu Tong's pupils shrank: "It's the lost 'Corpse Mountain Gu'! Shi Lang, use the chilling power of the Bright Jade Skill to suppress it!"

A chilling aura surged from Shi Feiyang's body, his skin becoming almost transparent. He unleashed the "Severing the Sky" technique from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," nine icy blue blade energies striking the poisonous chains that crackled and sputtered. Seeing the situation turning against him, the gray-clad man suddenly yanked the chains, flinging the hostage into the air: "Die!"

Mu Tong exclaimed in surprise and leaped up without hesitation. She used her ninja sword to cut two chains, but the third one wrapped around her ankle.

"Little Night!" Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with shock and anger. He suddenly activated the vortex suction force of Mingyu Gong, pulling Mu Tong and the hostage back together.

He swung his hand back and unleashed a move called "Heaven and Earth Live Together," the golden blade energy sending the gray-clad man flying three zhang away.

The man in gray crashed into the rock wall, coughing up black blood and grinning maliciously, "You thought it was over? Look at the sky!"

Everyone looked up and saw countless "miasma bees" carrying poisonous mist coming in, blotting out the sky.

Xiang Kun immediately raised his modified iron flute and began playing "The Gentle Breeze Breaks the Evil Melody." The flute's clear and melodious sound only dispersed a small portion of the bees. Xiao Lingling's mandarin duck knives danced like a snow curtain as she fought, shouting, "This can't go on!"

Mu Tong suddenly bit her fingertip, dripping the blood into the Gu bottle: "Let me use my natal Gu to lure them away!"

Shi Feiyang grabbed her wrist: "Nonsense! If anything happens to you, I..." "Shi Lang, trust me!" Mu Tong suddenly broke free from his hand, the gold hairpin at her temple leaving a trail of light in the poisonous fog.

She tossed the Gu bottle into the air, and the Gu spore inside transformed into a crimson rainbow, instantly absorbing most of the bee swarm.

As she unleashed the Miao Jiang "Illusory Gu Steps," her red robes appeared and disappeared in the poisonous mist, like a butterfly bathed in blood.

Deep in the dense forest, the miasma was as black as ink, and the sound of thousands of miasma bees flapping their wings was like muffled thunder rolling by.

Shi Feiyang's glassy skin gleamed coldly in the poisonous mist. With a flurry of palms, the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" technique, specifically the "Slaying the Mortal World," unleashed golden blade energy, shredding the bee swarm into dust. Yet, the bee corpses, upon hitting the ground, transformed into purple smoke, corroding the ground with a sizzling sound.

Shi Feiyang was extremely anxious, and his fair skin showed icy blue patterns.

Mingyu Gong once again activated to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," unleashing a flurry of palm strikes that sent nine golden, icy blades sweeping across the area in a fan shape. Wherever the blades passed, the bees instantly froze into ice crystals, only to explode upon landing, splattering purple venomous blood across the bluestone slabs. "Watch out!" Shi Feiyang's pupils constricted sharply—a mutated miasma bee broke through the blade net, its stinger aimed at Mu Tong's back.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, employing the profound lightness skill of "Concealing One's Body and Name," and at the critical moment, unleashed "Severing the Edge of Heaven." The golden blade energy collided with the bee's tail, bursting forth with dazzling light. The bee's corpse was shredded into dust, but the aftershocks caused Mu Tong to stagger and fall to the ground.

"If you dare to take any more risks next time, I'll lock you up by my side." Shi Feiyang held her gradually cooling body, his voice trembling.

Mingyu Gong transformed into a warm, icy blue current that flowed into her meridians, but her lips grew even paler.

Mu Tong leaned against him, weakly smiling, "Then you must... wrap me up like a dumpling with your golden silk armor..."

"Master, I'm afraid the real killer move is yet to come." Xie Wen's falcon suddenly let out a sharp cry. He gripped the longsword at his waist and scanned the surroundings with lightning speed. Sure enough, the sickening scraping sound of iron chains came from all directions. Three thousand Imperial Guards appeared, stepping on broken ice. Their black flying fish robes stood out like the wings of death in the poisonous fog.

Shi Feiyang gently tucked Xiong Ying and Mu Tong into the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist, his fingertips tracing her pale cheek: "Wait for me." The deerskin bag glowed faintly, and Mu Tong, Xie Wen, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, and the others vanished instantly.

He slowly straightened up, his skin almost transparent, and his body was surrounded by a cold aura that formed a hundred-foot-high ice wall.

"Well done!" Shi Feiyang roared, activating the Mingyu Gong to its peak, "Boundless Asura's Hell on Earth".

In an instant, a fierce wind swept through the dense forest, carrying with it a blizzard, and the shouts of the three thousand guards came to an abrupt halt—they were frozen into ice sculptures three zhang away, their terrified expressions frozen in the bluish-gray ice.

The "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was activated in response to the command, and Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Demonic Cloud" with both palms.

Golden blade energy crisscrossed, causing the ice sculpture to tremble instantly, and cracks spread like a spider web.

With a deafening roar, the three thousand ice sculptures crumbled into ice shards scattered across the ground, and blood mixed with the ice fragments seeped into the soil.

Shi Feiyang stood with his palms closed, his fair skin glistening in the snowy light. He unleashed his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," streaking across the sky like a shooting star. Outside Suzhou, the eaves of the magnificent Shi Mansion were already faintly visible in the moonlight.

When he removed the deerskin bag, Mu Tong and the others were able to see the light of day again. The sight before them was dazzling: thousands of red lanterns illuminated the stone mansion as if it were daytime, and a red carpet stretched out to the lotus pond full of twin lotus blossoms.

Shi Feiyang knelt on one knee and took out a jade ring engraved with a phoenix from his robes: "Little Yezi, I have traversed mountains and rivers, just to find a place where we can grow old together." Mu Tong's tears fell onto his glassy hand, turning into glistening beads: "...Fool...I've been with you for a long time..."

That night, the Shi residence was brightly lit and decorated, and heroes from the martial arts world and dignitaries from the imperial court gathered together.

The moment the wedding candles were lit, Shi Feiyang and Mu Tong smiled at each other. The distant sound of firecrackers startled fireflies into bloom, just as their long journey through the martial world finally blossomed into its most dazzling glory at this moment.

The spring rain in Jiangnan is always lingering. Fine rain curtains hang from the green tiles of the Shi Mansion, making the crabapple blossoms in the courtyard even more beautiful.

Mu Tong leaned against the carved wooden window, gazing intently at Shi Feiyang practicing his sword under the corridor.

His bare arms and smooth skin shimmered with a warm glow in the rain and mist. Every move of his "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" brought up tiny water droplets, as if the misty rain had been condensed into a blade.

"Stealing my eye again?" Shi Feiyang stopped his stance and stood still, water droplets from the sword tassel splashing onto the hem of her skirt. Mu Tong's cheeks flushed, and she picked up her embroidered handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but he grabbed her waist.

Their reflections overlapped on the damp bluestone slabs, resembling a naturally formed ink painting. Their married life was as sweet as osmanthus honey.

Every morning, Mu Tong would personally style Shi Feiyang's hair.

Her fingertips darted through his dark hair, and as she tucked the jade hairpin into his bun, she would always steal a kiss on the back of his neck.

Shi Feiyang would then turn around with a smile, press her against the dressing table, and kiss her until she was breathless: "With my wife teasing me like this, I can't leave."

At this moment, a fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen. The freshly ground osmanthus-flavored lotus root was soft, sweet, and fragrant, paired with freshly baked crab shell-shaped sesame cakes. The golden and crispy outer layer wrapped around piping hot meat filling, and the aroma alone was enough to make one's mouth water.

The servants in the manor often witnessed an enviable scene: Mu Tong leaned against Shi Feiyang's chest, teaching him to identify herbs; Shi Feiyang, in turn, held her hand, teaching her how to wield a spear and a staff. When they got tired of practicing, Mu Tong would magically pull out an oil paper package from her sleeve, inside which were freshly bought Dingsheng cakes. The snow-white cakes were imprinted with festive red patterns, and with a bite, they were soft, sweet, and had a faint aroma of rice.

Sometimes, while practicing, the two would lose themselves in the game, chasing and playing among the flowers, startling a whole garden of butterflies.

As dusk fell, Mu Tong would always put on an embroidered apron and personally cook Shi Feiyang's favorite West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce.

She took out the fresh mandarin fish she bought at the morning market and used a sharp kitchen knife to make five cuts on each side of the fish, the cuts being evenly deep, as if she were adorning the fish with delicate patterns. She then carefully rubbed a layer of salt on it, drizzled on some cooking wine, and let the fish fully absorb the aroma of the seasonings before letting it marinate for a while.

Next, she poured water into the copper pot and brought it to a boil over a high flame before carefully placing the marinated mandarin fish into a bamboo steamer.

Amidst the rising steam, Mu Tong patiently adjusted the heat with a palm-leaf fan, sometimes gently waving it, sometimes fanning it rapidly, her gaze as focused as if she were sculpting a rare treasure. After about fifteen minutes, the fish's eyes bulged, the flesh curled slightly, and it emitted an enticing aroma—the perfect moment for cooking.

Mu Tong carefully placed the steamed fish into a white porcelain plate. The fish's body resembled a crescent moon, with a beautiful shape.

She quickly washed the iron wok, poured in a little rapeseed oil, and when the oil was heated to 70% hot, she added scallions and ginger to sauté until fragrant.

Golden ginger slices sizzled in the oil, releasing a rich aroma. Then, sugar, balsamic vinegar, light soy sauce, and a little water were added, simmering until a thick, clear sweet and sour sauce was formed. The tangy, sweet and sour fragrance wafted through the cracks in the kitchen door, filling the entire Shi Mansion.

Finally, Mu Tong poured the prepared sweet and sour sauce over the fish. The scalding sauce sizzled as it hit the snow-white fish, instantly releasing an even richer aroma.

She also sprinkled on some bright green scallions. The red sauce, white fish, and green scallions created a vibrant and eye-catching dish that whetted the appetite.

Shi Feiyang would always wrap his arms around her waist from behind at this moment, bringing his nose close to the dishes and taking a deep sniff: "Madam's cooking skills fascinate me more than any martial arts manual in the world." As he spoke, he would reach out to steal a bite, only to be met with a playful punch from Mu Tong: "I knew you couldn't wait, go wash your hands!"

Amidst their laughter and playful banter, the kitchen was filled with the warm, comforting aroma of home cooking.

On the night of the full moon, the two sat side by side on the tallest tower in the mansion. Mu Tong rested her head on Shi Feiyang's shoulder, looked at the starry sky, and whispered, "Do you remember you said you would take me to see the magnolias in Jiangnan? Now the magnolias have bloomed and faded, but I feel that having you by my side is the most beautiful scenery."

As she spoke, she picked up the food box, which contained freshly made rose and poria cocos paste. The pink and white paste was decorated with rose petals, melted in the mouth, and had a faint floral fragrance. Shi Feiyang lowered his head and kissed the petals from her hair, whispering, "From now on, every spring, I will take you to see all the magnolias in the world and taste all the delicacies in the world."

The martial arts world remains turbulent and unpredictable, with imperial spies and martial arts forces still lurking in the shadows, eyeing the enemy with predatory intent.

However, Shi Feiyang and Mu Tong remained indifferent to the imperial spies and the martial arts world. That day, Mu Tong cooked a bowl of thick old duck soup for Shi Feiyang. The tender duck meat was stewed until soft and tender, and it was served with spring bamboo shoots, which were unique to Jiangnan, making it fragrant and refreshing.

As time went by, the crabapple blossoms in the Shi family mansion bloomed and faded again, but the love between Shi Feiyang and Mu Tong, like fine aged wine, only grew more mellow with time.

As night falls, melodious zither music and clear laughter drift from the mansion, as they recount their own legendary tales of the martial world. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of Suzhou-style mooncakes, with various fillings such as five-nut, red bean paste, and fresh meat, enveloping their sweet life.

More than half a year later, Xie Zhichuan and Li Wuduo, like wild beasts smelling blood, challenged Shi Feiyang, declaring that if Shi Feiyang did not come, Xie Zhichuan would kill Mu Tong.

The heroes of Xiong Ying hurriedly mobilized their troops and set up ambushes to protect Mu Tong thoroughly.

Above Taihu Lake, dark clouds surged like ink, as if stirred by an invisible evil force. The lake water around Sword Island boiled with scarlet bubbles, and charred fish carcasses floated on the surface. The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and blood.

Xie Zhichuan stood in the center of the Sword Furnace Earth Fire Array atop the island. The magma surrounding him scorched the rocks red-hot, and the fire droplets from his giant magma sword carved pits more than ten feet deep into the ground. Each droplet could instantly melt bluestone into molten iron.

Li Wuduo lashed out with her Poison Soul Whip, its tip flickering with emerald flames that intertwined with the raging fire on Xie Zhichuan's body to form eerie demonic patterns. Wherever it passed, vegetation turned to poisonous mist. "Shi Feiyang! If you don't want your concubine to perish, then come and die alone!"

Xie Zhichuan's voice, mixed with the roar of lava, shook the birds within a ten-mile radius, causing them to fall into the lake and die.

The Sword Furnace Earth Fire Array behind him was operating at its maximum. The entire island resembled a volcano about to erupt, with scorching heat waves blasting away layers of rocks. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the mountain, from which molten lava slowly seeped out.

Shi Feiyang rode the waves. As he activated his Mingyu Gong, his fair skin gleamed with a cool light in the heat, his clothes fluttering but not a single spark touched it. He gazed at the distorted space on the island and said in a deep voice, "Xie Zhichuan, do you truly intend to fight me to the death?"

"A fight to the death? Shi Feiyang, you killed two of my fathers, how could I let you go? Humph!" Xie Zhichuan laughed wildly, and the magma around him suddenly surged three zhang, engulfing him and turning him into a ferocious sword demon.

He unleashed the "Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique," and the magma on his body solidified into armor, each line flowing with flames that could burn everything. "Today I will show you the power of the Divine Sword Manor's trump card, the 'Heaven-Burning Sword Technique'!"

Before the words were even finished, the giant magma sword, carrying a monstrous heatwave, slashed out, twisting the air into vortexes wherever it passed, cracking the ground inch by inch, and spewing out magma to form a ten-zhang-long wall of fire.

With a light touch of his toes, Shi Feiyang unleashed the profound lightness skill of "Concealing One's Body and Name," his figure darting through the net of fire like a ghost. His palms extended like dragon claws, none other than Shi Feiyang's world-renowned martial arts technique, "Divine Dragon Claw."

With a roar, he unleashed the "Dragon's Roar Across the Nine Heavens" technique, sending nine golden dragon shadows flying from his palm. Their heads were raised high, their tails sweeping across, instantly shattering the volcano's crater. Blazing fire shot into the sky, colliding with Xie Zhichuan's flames and unleashing a deafening roar.

As the heatwave swept through, Xie Zhichuan's attack was abruptly halted, and the Sword Demon's figure froze slightly in the high temperature.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Wuduo's Poisonous Soul Whip suddenly transformed into thousands of emerald fire snakes, hissing as they pounced on Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly and activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison", and the chill around him materialized into a hundred-foot-long ice wall.

The Azure Flame Serpent crashed into the ice wall, instantly producing a piercing cracking sound before dissipating into poisonous smoke.

But this was just a diversionary tactic. Xie Zhichuan had already unleashed the ultimate move of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," "Gods and Buddhas Slaying," where the giant magma sword transformed into thirteen afterimages, stabbing at Shi Feiyang's vital points from thirteen different directions.

Shi Feiyang's glassy skin rippled with icy blue patterns. He swung his palms in quick succession, unleashing the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" in succession: "Viewing the Vast Ocean," "Slaying the Mortal World," "Breaking the Edge of the Sky," "Breaking the Universe," and "Sweeping Away the Demon Clouds." Golden blade energy crisscrossed and collided with the magma sword shadows, sparks flying everywhere.

However, Xie Zhichuan's "Kunlun Blazing Flame Skill" was too domineering, with each sword strike carrying the power to burn the sky and boil the sea, and Shi Feiyang's sword energy was gradually suppressed.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly roared to the sky, and activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Limitless Asura Paradise of Happiness".

His skin was almost transparent, and his body was surrounded by icy blue true energy intertwined with crimson flames to form a yin-yang pattern. His powerful aura caused the surrounding space to hum. Seeing that the situation was not good, Xie Zhichuan unleashed the "Burning Heaven Sword Technique" with all his might. The giant magma sword transformed into a huge fire phoenix and pounced towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang roared, "You're courting death!" He suddenly switched to the "Boundless Buddha's Palm," a technique that, when used at only 80% of its power, could overwhelm any enemy like a burst dam, a tidal wave engulfing countless foes. It was perfect for killing enemies amidst a vast army and taking the head of a general. Suddenly, a gigantic golden phantom of a Buddha's palm appeared in the sky, accompanied by chanting. The palm descended, firmly suppressing the Flame Phoenix. Xie Zhichuan frantically poured in his inner energy; the Flame Phoenix struggled violently but could not break free from the Buddha's palm's hold.

"Sever the Cycle of Reincarnation!" Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong to its highest level, "The Eighteen Levels of Hell of the Limitless Asura," unleashing the ultimate secret of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique. The Hundred Victories Blade shone brightly, carrying power that transcended the cycle of life and death, and slashed towards the Magma Sword Demon.

With a deafening roar, the magma sword demon's sword heart was shattered, turning into countless raindrops of fire that fell to the ground.

Xie Zhichuan let out a furious roar of resentment, and his entire body was reduced to ashes by the powerful force.

Upon seeing this, fear flashed in Li Wuduo's eyes, and she turned to flee.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and the vortex suction force of Mingyu Gong suddenly activated, pulling her back forcefully.

"Ice Soul Frost Prison!" Shi Feiyang tapped his fingertip lightly, and Li Wuduo was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture. Then, with a "crack" sound, it shattered into ice crystals all over the ground.

The powerful energy collision caused spacetime to tremble, and the space around the island shattered like a mirror. Shi Feiyang felt a huge suction force coming from him. In the instant he was sucked into the spacetime vortex, he looked at Mu Tong who was anxiously standing on the shore, and with all his might, he swung out a palm, pushing her back dozens of feet.

"Shi Lang!" Mu Tong's cries were swallowed up by the turbulent flow of time and space.

The heroes of Xiong Ying gazed at the gradually calming Sword Island, leaving only scorched earth and still-warm lava.

From then on, a group of persistent figures appeared in the martial arts world. They traveled across mountains and rivers, just to find the legend who once used his sword energy to sever the cycle of reincarnation.

At the moment Shi Feiyang disappeared, a faint knife mark appeared in the sky. (End of Chapter)