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

Nalan Lie stroked the centipede-shaped scar on his chest, his smile colder than a downpour: "Ejido, you really are alive. Back in Prince Yong's mansion, if you hadn't secretly kept the imperial edict, how could you have ended up like this?"

Shi Feiyang didn't recognize these Qing Dynasty guards at all, but he was certain that his aged appearance just now looked exactly like the "Ejido" the enemy had mentioned.

However, having killed so many Qing court experts in the past two days, we have already incurred deep hatred with the Qing court. What we can do next is fight a bloody battle. We can't explain what happened with just words!
More importantly, he also needs to rely on the nourishment of Mingyu Gong to change his appearance and no longer let people mistake him for "Ejido". Otherwise, he will be endlessly hunted down and assassinated for the rest of his life.

So Shi Feiyang raised his sleeve, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered: "If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a reason! You scoundrels, framing me like this, today I will seek justice!" Before he finished speaking, more than twenty blood-dripping darts flew through the air, and the shrill sound of the leather pouches opening made the paper windows of the painted boat rustle.

The girl suddenly spun around and blocked his path. With a flick of her wide sleeves, eighteen silver needles, carrying the scent of jasmine, shot out and precisely pierced the killer's wrist pulse: "If you want to kill him, you'll have to get past me first! The people of the Seventy-Two Water Fortresses of Taihu Lake are not to be trifled with!"

Seeing this, Nalan Lie flicked out a nine-section steel whip from his sleeve: "How dare these remnants of the water stronghold interfere? Kill them all!"

The steel whip lashed down with a stench, and the girl lightly touched the railing with her toes, her figure moving like a startled swan skimming the water.

As Shi Feiyang gazed at her slender yet resolute back, he felt his inner energy surging in his dantian. The vortex suction of the Mingyu Gong quietly activated, absorbing all the flying blood droplet fragments.

"Young lady, step back!" he shouted, his icy blue true energy surging around him, his skin becoming almost transparent, and his meridians flowing like a crimson star river. "Even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, I will still venture in!"

He slowly raised both palms, and golden sword energy condensed in the rain into a giant sword a hundred feet high, which was the ultimate secret of the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique" - "Severing Reincarnation"!
Wherever the blade's energy passed, raindrops were frozen into ice crystals, leaving shimmering trails in the air.

Nalan Lie's expression changed drastically, and he quickly brandished his steel whip: "Form ranks!"

However, before the twenty-odd assassins could complete their formation, Shi Feiyang's blade energy swept over them like a raging storm.

The flying guillotine disintegrated inch by inch in the golden light, and the assassins screamed as they were shredded into a bloody mist, their minced flesh mixed with rainwater splashing onto the deck of the pleasure boat.

The pleasure boat could not withstand the powerful shockwave and exploded with a deafening roar, sending wood chips flying in all directions like projectiles.

Shi Feiyang put his arm around the girl's slender waist and used the momentum to leap onto the floating wooden beam.

His dark-colored outfit was torn into strips by the sword energy, but it could not conceal his fierce aura.

Nalan Lie's bright yellow cloak was also shattered into pieces, and the centipede scar on his chest rolled up in the rainstorm, with blood flowing into Taihu Lake along the ice lotus pattern.

"This is the consequence of betraying the royal family!" Shi Feiyang's voice was as cold as iron, his glassy eyes reflecting the palace guards who were retreating in disarray on the opposite bank.

Nalan Lie wiped the blood from his face, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly: "Well done, Ejido! Do you think you can contend with the imperial court with just a few tricks?"

He lashed out with his steel whip, the tip of which split into nine chains, each with a gleaming hook at its end.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, circulating his Mingyu Gong to the "Limitless Asura's Human Purgatory," causing yin-yang patterns of ice and fire to rise around his body. He unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique: Burning Heaven and Earth" with both palms, golden blade energy carrying the power of both ice and fire, colliding violently with the nine chains.

The surface of Taihu Lake boiled instantly, then froze in a flash, with huge ice waves surging up.

Nalan Lie was thrown back by the shockwave and crashed heavily into a distant cliff, the flying debris mixed with blood falling like rain.

As the rain gradually subsided, Shi Feiyang stood on the broken wood, gazing at the reddened lake water, his icy blue true energy resonating with the lightning in the sky.

The girl leaned against him, her fingertips lightly tracing his blood-stained clothes: "So, sir, you actually possess so many martial arts secrets?!"

Shi Feiyang turned to look at her, the murderous intent in his crystal eyes fading, replaced by tenderness: "Thank you for your help, young lady. Once I have avenged this, I will certainly..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden, rapid sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

Shi Feiyang clenched his fist, the aura of his blade flowing in his palm: "It seems that this feud is far from over."

The girl leaned against Shi Feiyang's chest and suddenly felt an unusually hot body temperature coming from his palm.

Looking up, one could see that Shi Feiyang was surrounded by a pale golden halo, and the wrinkles around his eyes had smoothed out at a speed visible to the naked eye, while his gray temples had turned back to black.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang, with the beautiful girl in his arms, floated by the lake.

She suddenly broke free from his embrace, staggered back half a step, and her wide sleeves brushed across the water, creating ripples: "Grandpa, are you... are you a human or a ghost? How come you suddenly look young again?" Shi Feiyang was stunned.

At this moment, the drizzle washed over Shi Feiyang's face, and the torchlight on the opposite bank reflected on the lake, making his reflection in the water crystal clear—sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and lips as red as painted vermilion. It was exactly how he looked when he was eighteen years old in the snowy plains of Liaodong, when he first obtained the bloodline of the Sunflower Saintess and mastered the Mingyu Skill.

Memories flooded back: the pale smile of the Sunflower Saintess amidst the snow and ice, the excruciating pain of her meridians burning when her true energy entered her body, and the radiant glow of her crystal-clear skin when she first used the Bright Jade Skill.

"I...I'm back." Shi Feiyang reached out and touched his smooth, untouched face, his voice trembling. He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, tears of excitement streaming down his face.

When Mingyu Gong reached its peak, her skin became translucent like jade, and the true energy flowing within her body could be faintly seen swirling like a galaxy.

From afar came Nalan Lie's roar, and more than twenty Blood Droplet assassins formed a battle formation, their black iron blades, protruding from their leather pouches, gleaming with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

The girl suddenly spun around and stood in front of him, her moon-white dress stained with blood but her beauty undiminished: "People of Taihu Water Village, how dare you bully us!"

Although the Qing Dynasty experts addressed Shi Feiyang as "Ejido," this beautiful young woman harbored doubts about his true identity and thus continued to protect him. At this moment, she lightly raised her jade-like hand, and eighteen bone-piercing nails flew out in the shape of the Big Dipper, only to be shattered by the invisible barrier of energy upon touching the assassin's formation.

Nalan Lie grinned and threw out the Nine-Bead Blood Droplet. The leather bag opened like the mouth of a giant beast, instantly turning the three painted boats into dust.

Shi Feiyang grabbed the girl's waist and leaped into the air, unleashing his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles." As his feet skimmed across the lake's surface, he unleashed the "Demon-Slaying Cloud" technique from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with a single palm strike. Nine golden blade energies surged like a reversed Milky Way, causing blood to boil wherever they passed.

The killers' screams, mixed with the sound of weapons shattering, were particularly jarring in the rainy night.

"Watch out!" The girl suddenly grabbed him and spun him around. Three poisoned darts flew past his ears, embedding themselves in a distant dead tree and sending up plumes of purple smoke.

Shi Feiyang swung his sword backhand, unleashing "Slaying the Mortal World," the blade's energy cleaving the rocks on the shore into dust. This startled twelve masked men hiding behind the trees—the elite "Thirteen Blood Shadow Killers" of the Sticky Pole Bureau. Taking advantage of the situation, Nalan Lie unleashed his trump card, "Blood Soul Banner." As the black banner unfurled, a chilling wind arose, and the floating corpses on the lake all stood upright, their eyes glowing with eerie green flames.

The girl's face turned deathly pale, and she cried out in alarm, "This is the evil Western Region technique, 'Corpse Control Technique'!"

Shi Feiyang suddenly burst into laughter, his glassy skin glowing with an eerie red light, a sign that the Mingyu Gong's "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison" was operating at full power.

"Well done!" He clasped his hands together and unleashed "Severing Reincarnation," the ultimate technique of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, imbued with the power to create the world.

The moment the golden blade energy collided with the black banner, thunder roared in the sky, and the Thirteen Blood Shadows were reduced to blood mist in the blade energy, while the floating corpses collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Nalan Lie screamed and flew backward, the nine blood droplets shattered into pieces, embedded in his shoulder and sizzling blood.

The rain had stopped sometime earlier, and moonlight pierced through the clouds, spilling onto the lake's surface.

Shi Feiyang stood with his palms closed, his smooth skin shimmering with a warm glow under the moonlight.

He turned to look at the girl and saw her staring blankly at him.

The beautiful girl's eyes shone even brighter: "So, you're not a sir, but such a dashing... elegant gentleman! Your disguise skills are truly amazing! Even I couldn't tell you were dressed as a sir just now. No wonder you called out so many beautiful women's names in your dreams! Hey, young master, are you the legendary Casanova? You have so many women!"

The sound of horses' hooves approached from afar. Shi Feiyang gripped the deerskin pouch that had reappeared at his waist—it was his token of time travel, and also the dimensional space granted to him by the Divine Dragon Pagoda, capable of containing all things in heaven and earth. Nalan Lie struggled to his feet, but was pulled away by Shi Feiyang's "Snow Blood Claw" technique from a distance.

The icy blue true energy flowed into the opponent's meridians through his fingertips, instantly freezing the commander at the sticky rod into an ice sculpture, his terrified expression forever frozen on his face.

“Remember this,” Shi Feiyang threw the ice sculpture into the lake, “Those who betray their brothers will eventually have to pay for this blood debt. And I am no Ejido either!” He turned to look at the pale dawn in the east, his glassy eyes reflecting the new daylight.

The girl looked at his tall and straight back and suddenly chuckled: "Young master, may I have the honor of inviting you to a celebratory drink at the Seventy-Two Water Villages of Taihu Lake?" Although she did not know Shi Feiyang's true identity, she believed that Shi Feiyang was not some "Ejido".

And he, with his extraordinary martial arts skills, was also a hero she wanted to befriend.

Shi Feiyang turned around, his eighteen-year-old face displaying a composure beyond his years: "We'll drink, but before that..."

He gazed into the depths of the lake, where the secret edict of Emperor Yongzheng lay dormant, also holding the mystery of his two lifetimes. "I still have some old scores to settle," he said, turning to look at the beautiful girl. As he clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, he couldn't help but pause in surprise. Rain slanted across the lake, shrouding the girl in a hazy veil. Only at this moment did Shi Feiyang have the peace of mind to truly observe the beautiful girl's appearance.

She wore a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the silver lotus flowers embroidered on the hem of which were stained with blood, but this only made her figure appear more elegant, like a lotus emerging from the water.

Her jet-black hair was loosely tied into a low bun, with a few stray strands falling beside her crystal-clear, jade-like cheeks. A jasmine flower, glistening with raindrops, was tucked at her temple, its luster mirroring the watery glint in her eyes. Her eyebrows were like distant, misty mountains, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with autumn water, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, curving into two crescent moons when she smiled, revealing an indescribable liveliness and mischievousness. Her nose was small and straight, her lips naturally red, and now, slightly parted in surprise, they revealed pearly white teeth.

Her skin was as white as snow, glowing softly in the night. Her neck was slender and long, with a few drops of blood still clinging to her collarbone, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, breathtakingly beautiful.

As her wide sleeves fluttered, a section of her fair wrist was revealed, and the silver bell on her wrist jingled softly with her movements, its sound clear and melodious.

She possesses both the gentle grace of a woman from Jiangnan and the heroic spirit of a woman from the Jianghu, much like a peach blossom in spring, beautiful yet resilient, leaving a lasting impression.

The moment the moonlight pierced through the clouds, Shi Feiyang, watching the jasmine blossoms swaying in the girl's hair as she turned, was suddenly struck as if by lightning. A scene from the depths of his memory overlapped with what was before his eyes—that year, when apricot blossoms were in the light rain, Qi Meizhen had also bowed her head and scolded him in the same way, the white magnolia tucked at her temple trembling slightly with her movements.

He staggered forward, his fair skin flushed a faint red from the turmoil of his emotions: "Meizhen! Is it really you?"

The beautiful girl suddenly turned around, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, and the strong wind brought up by her wide sleeves stirred up wood chips all over the ground.

Looking at the burning passion in Shi Feiyang's eyes, her cheeks instantly flushed red: "Hey! What's wrong with you, you lecherous scoundrel?"

Before she could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang had already pulled her into a tight embrace.

The familiar scent of orchids mixed with the stench of blood wafted towards her, and she could clearly feel Shi Feiyang's violent heartbeat, making her chest burn.

“Two hundred years... I... I…” Shi Feiyang’s voice trembled as he buried his face in her neck.

The beautiful girl smelled the cedar scent in Shi Feiyang's hair, "Let...let me go!"

She blushed and pushed him away forcefully, but Shi Feiyang grabbed her delicate fingertips in return.

Under the moonlight, the boy's glass-like skin glowed with a warm luster, and his eyes were filled with a deep affection and pain she had never seen before.

The heat was so intense it burned the young girl's eyes. "Ejido, wake up! You are a bondservant of the Bordered Yellow Banner, and I am the head of the Taihu Water Village. Our statuses are worlds apart!"

Shi Feiyang was jolted, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

Memories flooded back: the identity he was currently wearing, "Ejido," was that of a clandestine guard in the Sticky Rod Bureau; and the water ripple jade pendant that was faintly visible on the waist of the girl in front of him was clearly the token of the famous Taihu Water Village in the martial arts world.

Shi Feiyang slowly released his hand, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't make a sound.

The beautiful girl took a half step back, her chest heaving violently.

Looking at Shi Feiyang's suddenly dimmed eyes, a pang of pity rose in her heart, but she still hardened her heart and sneered, "I am Zhou Weirou, not some Meizhen. If it weren't for seeing you seriously injured and falling into the water, I wouldn't have bothered to save you! I originally thought you were some old man who had lost his grandson, but I never expected you to be such a shameless scoundrel!" After saying that, she turned and left, her moon-white dress sweeping across the broken ice on the ground, making a soft rustling sound.

"Wait!" Shi Feiyang suddenly reached out and grabbed her wide sleeve. The heat from his palm made Zhou Weirou tremble. "Even if you are not her... can you tell me if there was ever a woman named Qi Meizhen on the shore of Taihu Lake?"

His voice was deep, and his glassy eyes reflected a shimmering light under the moonlight, as if they held countless stars scattered across the ground.

Zhou Weirou looked at his tightly clenched hand, bit her lip, and turned her face away: "More than a hundred years ago, there was indeed a heroine in Jiangnan named Qi Meizhen. She was the leader of the Jiangnan Canal Gang here."

Shi Feiyang's nails dug deeply into his palms, yet he felt no pain. He seemed to see Qi Meizhen standing alone by the lake, the wind lifting the hem of her plain dress, her pretty face waiting for his return. "And then?" he asked hoarsely.

"Later..." Zhou Weirou paused, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes as she turned around, "I heard that she fought against the Qing army alongside Shi Tianyu, the Prince of Kao Shan, and died a heroic death on the battlefield."

She didn't say anything more, but gently pulled her sleeve away from his grasp. "Young master, some people and some things are best left in the past."

As Shi Feiyang watched her receding figure, he suddenly recalled his two lifetimes and how he had witnessed too many partings and deaths. The Mingyu Gong flowed through his meridians, but it could not warm his heart, which was now chilled.

In the distance came the sound of the night watchman's clapper. He bent down and picked up the broken jasmine flowers on the ground. The bloodstains on the petals looked like wet tears in the moonlight.

"Miss Wei Rou!" he suddenly called out, startling the egrets in the reeds. "If needed in the future, I, this fake Ejido, will go through fire and water for you!" Zhou Wei Rou paused, raised her head and roared, "Overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming!" But she did not turn back, leaving only the silver bells on her wide sleeves jingling in the night wind, gradually disappearing into the vast misty waves of Taihu Lake.

The night breeze swept across the reeds of Taihu Lake. Shi Feiyang gazed in the direction where Zhou Weirou had disappeared, his clothes fluttering in the evening wind.

He slowly raised his left hand, and moonlight shone down, causing the dragon pagoda ring on his middle finger to glow with a faint golden light. As the patterns on the pagoda flowed, it trembled slightly as if it were alive. With a clear and melodious dragon's roar, the pagoda's doors burst open, and a magnificent palace appeared and disappeared in the misty air.

Stepping into the pagoda, the scent of sandalwood mixed with truffles wafts towards you.

On both sides of the corridor, the luminous pearls illuminated the four walls as bright as day, and the "Hundred Victory Sword Technique Diagram" and "Mingyu Gong Circulation Diagram" painted on the walls were so lifelike that they seemed to leap off the walls at any moment.

The two fairies, Bai Lingniao and Bi Yan'er, arrived with graceful, light steps, their wide sleeves creating shimmering starlight as they swept across the water.

"Young master, why have you not returned home for so long?" The lark's lips parted slightly, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's song. She looked at Shi Feiyang's tattered clothes, her brows furrowed with worry. "Why are your clothes so ragged? Did something unpleasant happen outside?" Bi Yan'er's eyes were already red. She gently stroked his shoulder with her slender hand, her fingertips glowing with a soft blue light, soothing the wounds in his heart.

Shi Feiyang choked up and opened his arms to embrace the two fairies.

The vicissitudes and loneliness of living two lives erupted like a flood breaking through a dam at this moment.

He recalled Mu Tong's cries as she vanished in the turbulent flow of time, and the relatives he could never see again.

This once-renowned hero, now weeping uncontrollably like a child.

Shi Feiyang's voice muffled among their hair, "I'm so tired after this journey..."

Once he calmed down a bit, the lark and Biyan'er had already prepared a bathtub filled with spiritual spring water.

The spring water steams up wisps of white mist and exudes the fragrance of exotic flowers and herbs.

Two fairies helped Shi Feiyang remove his blood-stained clothes and gently placed him in the water.

Where the spiritual spring water flowed, fatigue and pain melted away like ice and snow. Shi Feiyang felt his meridians soothed, and even his damaged internal energy showed signs of recovery. After changing into a brand-new moon-white robe, Shi Feiyang stood before the bronze mirror. The person in the mirror had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and skin as clear as glass. It was exactly how he looked more than a hundred years ago when he was eighteen years old and had mastered the Mingyu Skill.

But those eyes, having weathered two lifetimes, held a touch of world-weariness and wisdom.

After enjoying the spiritual fruits and delicacies, Shi Feiyang went to the Sutra Repository alone.

Here, ancient books are piled up like towering mountains, each one sealing a different martial arts secret. The scent of sandalwood mixed with the aroma of paper and ink lingers in the air. He reaches out and brushes his hand over the simple cover of "Kunlun Inquiry Heart Manual". On the yellowed pages, tadpole-like characters seem to flow on their own, as if telling ancient secrets.

"Kunlun asks the heart, using softness to overcome hardness..." Shi Feiyang murmured to himself, his fingertips tracing the pages of the book, the trajectory of the mental cultivation method already appearing in his mind.

But when he thought of the assassins at the Sticky Pole Station who were familiar with the Hundred Victory Knife Technique and the Bright Jade Skill, he gently shook his head and put it down.

The golden pages of the Sacred Heart Manual gleamed with a mysterious luster under the candlelight, allowing Shi Feiyang to comprehend life and death.

The illustrations in the Tai Xuan Jing are even more obscure and difficult to understand, with the scroll full of tadpole-like characters and strange lines that make people dizzy.

Shi Feiyang immersed himself in it for half a day and gained many insights.

If he could go back to his past life, he really wouldn't want to live so long.

When he opened the Nine Yin Manual, a cold wind suddenly rose, and a chill emanated from between the pages.

Just as he was about to leave, a faint golden light suddenly emanated from the deepest part of the library.

Shi Feiyang followed the light and found a tattered silk book lying quietly in the corner, with the three ancient and vigorous seal characters "Tiancan Jing" on the cover.

Turning to the title page, a line of small print catches the eye: "Shedding the mortal body, reborn."

Shi Feiyang's pupils suddenly contracted as a strange power flowed from the book and seeped into his meridians.

He seemed to see a silkworm spinning its cocoon, undergoing a painful transformation, and finally emerging as a colorful butterfly.

"Perhaps... this is my chance to establish myself in this chaotic world." Shi Feiyang gripped the "Heavenly Silkworm Scripture" tightly, a new hope igniting in his eyes.

Outside the window, the moon in the night sky shone even brighter.

The luminous pearls hanging from the dome of the Sutra Repository cast shimmering light around Shi Feiyang. He sat cross-legged on a futon, the yellowed silk pages of the "Heavenly Silkworm Scripture" moving without wind. When his fingertips touched the chapter on "Transformation into a Cocoon," a tingling sensation suddenly rose in his dantian, as if thousands of silkworms were awakening in his meridians.

He took a deep breath and began to practice the new technique he had just learned. Gradually, a shimmering white light appeared in his palm, like a mist formed from moonlight.

"So that's how it is!" Shi Feiyang exclaimed in a low voice, and swung out his right palm.

A wisp of silvery-white thread shot out from the air, seemingly gentle yet precisely wrapping around the bronze bell on the beam.

As internal energy was injected, the copper bell was actually carved with deep marks, while the silver threads remained as clear as glass, gleaming with a warm luster under the candlelight.

The silkworm silk produced by this "Heavenly Silkworm Skill" can not only penetrate deep into the muscles to seal acupoints, but also travel along the meridians to confuse the opponent's internal energy, and even cut off and force it into the opponent's internal organs, tearing and crushing them.

He recalled the jade-like smoothness of his skin when he practiced the Mingyu Gong, and a smile appeared on his lips. This silvery-white, almost transparent silk resembled the icy blue true energy flowing through the Mingyu Gong, exuding elegance amidst its coldness.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's true energy circulated throughout his body, and a faint halo actually formed on the surface of his robe, which, from a distance, resembled a bright moon shrouded in clouds and mist.

As Shi Feiyang gazed at the silver light flowing in his palm, he became increasingly certain: this skill could not only conceal his identity but also subtly align with the ultimate principles of the Mingyu Skill, making it the perfect choice for him to establish himself in the Qing Dynasty's martial arts world.

As night deepened, Shi Feiyang opened another secret manual, "The Three Talents of Qimen Knife Technique".

On the yellowed parchment, next to the knife technique diagrams, were densely written annotations: "Heaven is Qian, Earth is Kun, and man is in the middle, life goes on and on."

He stroked the vermilion annotations on the pages of the book, and in a daze, he thought of Guo Xiangyu, the princess of the Wuyue family, who always loved to ride a white camel and sing ancient songs in the sea of ​​sand.

"Xiangyu, do you think the principles of mutual generation and restraint in the Eight Trigrams also hold the answer to unrequited love?" Shi Feiyang murmured to himself, and found a soft knife.

The moment the blade was drawn, it emitted a clear and melodious dragon's roar, the cold light flowing from the blade reflecting the silver light of the silk.

The first move, "Tianxuan Zhuandou," is executed with a sudden increase in speed and slowness in the blade's movements. The seemingly casual slashes conceal the changing positions of the Big Dipper.

The second move, "Earth Shattering Kun Yuan," is like a pine tree taking root, each strike carrying the weight of a mountain.

When he unleashed the "Man Escapes into the Void" technique, his figure appeared and disappeared amidst the flashing blades, with seven blade shadows attacking in different directions simultaneously, making it difficult to discern reality from illusion. At the height of his mastery, Shi Feiyang's true energy surged, and the light halos created by his soft blade absorbed all the moonlight.

Those seemingly chaotic sword moves actually correspond to the "Life Gate and Death Gate" of Qimen Dunjia, with each swing altering the surrounding aura.

The candlelight in the pavilion was stirred by the wind from the blade, casting bizarre shadows on the walls, like a chaotic dance of demons.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Bi Yan'er appeared outside the pavilion at some point, her eyes full of admiration. "Young Master, your swordsmanship seems chaotic, yet it contains the principle of the cycle of heaven." Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang was saddened. He reached into the mysterious deerskin pouch at his waist and took out a jade pendant. This was left by Guo Xiangyu when she left. Now that he was practicing the Qimen Sancai Swordsmanship, he knew that even unrequited love had a cycle of reincarnation.

Shi Feiyang took the jade pendant, its warmth emanating from its touch. The Wuyue tribe totem engraved on it gleamed strangely in the moonlight, whispering tales of longing from the depths of the desert. He carefully put the pendant away, and his swordplay suddenly shifted, revealing Guo Xiangyu's smiling face amidst a myriad of sword shadows.

Dark clouds gradually gathered. Shi Feiyang sheathed his sword, gazing at the churning clouds outside the window, a resolute glint flashing in his glassy eyes.

The silver threads of the Heavenly Silkworm Technique and the phantom of the Qimen Three Talents Blade swirled around him, as if draping him in a mysterious armor.

In early spring, Taihu Lake is covered with fine snow, and the world seems to be sprinkled with a layer of crushed moonlight.

Shi Feiyang arrived through the snow, his clothes fluttering and creating wisps of silver mist.

His deliberately disheveled hair was covered in ice crystals, his coarse cloth jacket was patched upon patched, and the butcher knife at his waist was wrapped in greasy strips of cloth. The bamboo scabbard had several cracks, making him look like a down-on-his-luck wanderer.

Only the occasional glint of silver light in his palm and the faint, ancient patterns on the deerskin bag hinted at something unusual.

Misty Peak appears and disappears in the snow curtain, like a jade hairpin left behind by an immortal.

At the summit, the eaves of the "Wanghu Pavilion" are adorned with icicles, and the copper bells at its four corners are covered with a thin layer of snow. When the mountain wind blows, they emit a clear and ethereal sound, like celestial music. Along the mountain path, the gnarled branches of plum trees intertwine, their red blossoms blooming with ice crystals, their subtle fragrance mingling with the snow's chill, adding a touch of frigidity compared to usual. At the teahouse halfway up the mountain, wisps of smoke rise from the chimney, and snow gently falls from the bamboo curtains.

Shi Feiyang stopped and looked over. He saw that the newly replaced Spring Festival couplets were pasted on the door of the teahouse. The ink characters of "Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the old year departs; the spring breeze brings warmth to the New Year's wine" were still damp. The red background and gold characters were particularly bright against the white snow.

Several children ran past, laughing and playing, holding candied hawthorns. The sugar coating refracted iridescent light in the sunlight, startling sparrows that were foraging under the eaves, which fluttered across the snow-covered blue tiles. Turning a corner on the mountain path, a lake with a thin layer of ice suddenly appeared.

Local people are setting up colorful lanterns on the ice. The rabbit lanterns and carp lanterns are all made of red paper, with flickering candlelight inside, making the ice surface shine with a variety of colors.

Several men shouted as they chiseled through the ice to catch fish, the crisp sound of pickaxes striking the ice mingling with the cheers of children.

In a more distant ice sculpture workshop, artisans are carving a huge jade-colored unicorn, with flying ice shards resembling shattered diamonds in the sunlight.

Shi Feiyang walked to the summit and looked out into the distance.

Taihu Lake is covered with snow, and the seventy-two peaks appear and disappear, just like an ink painting.

In the distance, the lights of Suzhou city pierced through the snow curtain, twinkling like a Milky Way scattered across the earth.

He took the butcher knife from his waist and drew several arcs in the snow.

The blade sliced ​​through the cold air, and wisps of silver threads condensed on the snow, a testament to the hidden power of the Heavenly Silkworm Skill and the Three Talents Sword Technique.

Snowflakes were swept up by the gust of wind, gathering in the air to form a Bagua (eight trigrams) pattern before quietly dissipating.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the setting sun, his glassy eyes reflecting the rosy clouds. After a moment of contemplation, he ventured into the dense forest, searching for the ruins of the Xiong Ying Society's headquarters from over a hundred years ago. When he saw the crumbling walls and the tombstones of Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar," Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer," and Shan Zhi, the "Plum Blossom Dart," he burst into tears.

Suddenly, Zhou Weirou's startled cry pierced the night: "Watch out!"

Three dark figures, accompanied by a foul wind, dangled upside down from the cliff face. The eerie green light of the poisoned daggers drew a sinister arc in the snow. These were none other than the "Three Yin Bone-Piercing Blades," a weapon feared throughout the martial world.

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month swept across Misty Peak with fine snow. Shi Feiyang's toes had just touched the gnarled branches of an ancient cypress tree when he calmly spun around and shifted his stance. With a light wave of his hands, a flash of silver light appeared. The silver threads generated by his Heavenly Silkworm Technique were like serpents emerging from their holes, weaving a transparent net of light in the air.

The seemingly thin silver thread struck the fine iron dagger, producing a metallic clang. As internal energy was injected, the silver thread tightened abruptly, causing the dagger to shatter inch by inch. The flying iron filings mixed with poison powder exploded in the moonlight, resembling blooming black datura.

"Hmph, a mere trick." Shi Feiyang flicked his sleeves, and silver threads traveled along the enemy's meridians, instantly sealing off all the major acupoints on his body.

The three stood frozen like wooden statues, making "hoarse" sounds from their throats, and veins bulging on their foreheads, clearly indicating that they were using their internal energy to resist the icy true energy of the Heavenly Silkworm Technique.

Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes swept over the tiger-head tokens of the Xiong Ying Society at the waists of the three men. Shi Feiyang's heart trembled slightly, and he coldly asked, "Who are you? Why are you attacking me?" The scarred man at the head of the group suddenly threw his head back and laughed, oblivious to the black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth: "The guardian of the Xiong Ying Society heroes! You dog thief, how dare you act wildly in front of the leader's grave! You deserve to die!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang was struck dumb – more than a hundred years ago, during the Battle of Sword Island on Taihu Lake, he had fallen into a time warp.

Shi Feiyang flicked his fingertips, and the silver thread retracted into his palm as if it were alive. As he clasped his hands in a salute, his coarse cloth sleeve slipped down, revealing a black iron wrist guard identical to Xiang Kun's: "I am Xiang Tiange, ancestor of Xiang Kun. Today's events are a misunderstanding!"

Before he could finish speaking, a whooshing sound rang out, and Zhou Weirou flew down from the tree branches like a swallow returning to its nest, her soft whip whistling as it wrapped around his throat: "You liar! First you pretended to be crazy, then you disguised yourself as an old man, and now you're impersonating a descendant of the Xiong Ying Society. Do you really think there's no one left in Taihu Water Village?"

Shi Feiyang dodged to the side, and the pig-slaughtering knife was drawn with a clang, unleashing the Qimen Sancai Knife Technique.

The sword strikes were sometimes fast and sometimes slow; the seemingly chaotic slashes concealed the principles of mutual generation and restraint in the Bagua (Eight Trigrams).

The first strike, "Heavenly Spin Reversal," aimed at the opponent's lower body. Zhou Weirou spun around and leaped up, her soft whip transforming into a serpent as she stabbed towards his face.

As the second move, "Earth Shattering Kun Yuan," was unleashed, Shi Feiyang shouted again, "Girl, you have excellent martial arts skills!" Suddenly, the blade changed its move, the back of the blade striking the tip of the whip.

Zhou Weirou felt a numbness in her hand, and the soft whip almost slipped from her grasp.

Before she could catch her breath, Shi Feiyang had already pressed forward, his palm gleaming with silver light, and the silkworm silk formed by his Heavenly Silkworm Technique enveloped her like a spider web.

"Trying to capture me? Dream on!" Zhou Weirou sneered, and with a flick of her wide sleeves, she threw out eighteen bone-piercing nails.

Shi Feiyang's palms were like knives as he unleashed the "Human Escape from the Void" technique of the Three Talents Knife Method. Seven knife shadows flashed simultaneously, cleaving down all the hidden weapons.

The silkworm silk that was spat out from the palm took the opportunity to entangle the soft whip. The two forces collided, and the resulting shockwaves lifted the surrounding snow into the air.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang caught a glimpse of Zhou Weirou's jasmine flower falling from her temples, and the silver bell in her hair swaying precariously.

This suddenly reminded him of Qi Meizhen, and his heart softened, causing him to slow his knife strike.

Unexpectedly, the opponent seized the opportunity, and the soft whip suddenly grew three feet long, with the barb at the tip aimed straight for his throat.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Cocoon Binding Heaven and Earth" technique of the Heavenly Silkworm Skill. Silver threads instantly formed a cocoon of light, trapping the two face-to-face within it. "You!" Zhou Weirou's cheeks flushed crimson, whether from the fierce battle or from embarrassment and anger, "Let me go!" Shi Feiyang withdrew the silver threads but did not back down: "Miss Zhou, if you don't believe my identity, you are welcome to follow me and explore the martial world. I will certainly fulfill your promise to overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming!"

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the sound of sporadic firecrackers could be heard in the distance.

Looking into his glassy eyes, Zhou Weirou recalled how he fought valiantly against the Qing Dynasty palace guards when they first met, and a strange flutter rose in her heart.

The scarred man suddenly interjected, "Miss Zhou, the wrist guard on his wrist is indeed the property of an elder of the Xiong Ying Society!"

Taking the opportunity, Shi Feiyang clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I am willing to accompany you all to the grave to pay our respects, and I also hope that we can turn hostility into friendship with Taihu Water Village."

Zhou Weirou turned her face away, brushing the snow off her shoulders with her wide sleeves: "Let's get through today first! The people from the Sticky Pole Bureau have already surrounded Misty Peak. Just you wait and see how many Blood Droplets this butcher knife can stop!"

Before the words were finished, dozens of dark figures flew down from the mountain peak, turning the night sky a deep blue with the cold light of the Blood Droplets.

Shi Feiyang gripped the butcher knife tightly, its blade stained with mottled blood, gleaming coldly in the wind and snow. He circulated the Heavenly Silkworm Technique throughout his body, the crystalline light rising from his palm merging with the snow, weaving a faint silver glow around him, like a silkworm spinning its cocoon under the moonlight.

With a sharp whooshing sound, more than twenty blood droplets ripped through the snow curtain as they descended like a flock of black crows.

Before the leather bag was even opened, the biting wind from the blade had already plowed a furrow about an inch deep into the ground.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ancient cypress branches with his toes, using the profound lightness skill "Deeply Concealing Body and Name" from the Tai Xuan Jing, his figure turning into a blur as he darted through the forest. Only half a faint trail of footprints was left on the snow before it was instantly covered by the snow swept up by the gale.

"Young Master Xiang, be careful!" Zhou Weirou swung her nine-section soft whip, and eighteen bone-piercing nails shot out with a whooshing sound.

However, the moment those poisoned hidden weapons touched the Blood Droplet Formation, they were shattered into dust by the invisible barrier of energy, with fragments of iron mixed with snowflakes flying into the air.

Ordo, the leader of the Sticky Rod Bureau, wore a black fox fur cloak, and the Blood Droplet, inlaid with nine luminous pearls at his waist, gleamed with an eerie light, resembling a lurking nine-headed venomous snake. "Heavenly Dipper, Blood Shadow Seals the Throat!" Ordo roared, and the Blood Droplet struck first.

The leather bag opened like the mouth of a giant beast, with poisoned chains wrapped around its white fangs.

Two ancient cypress trees, each as thick as a bowl, groaned under the strangulation, their bark cracking and splintering, wood chips mixed with snow flying everywhere.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Heavenly Silkworm Skill - Silver Thread Binding Dragon" with his left palm. A brilliant silver light shone from his palm, and dozens of nearly transparent silkworm threads emerged like serpents from their holes, instantly binding the Blood Droplet chains. The two immense forces collided, producing a piercing explosion in the air.

Sparks flew as the black iron chain was strangled by the silkworm silk, and it was actually snapped in two.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang lunged forward, his butcher knife drawing a strange arc, which was the "Tianxuan Zhuandou" of the "Qimen Sancai Knife Technique".

The seemingly casual slashes concealed the Big Dipper constellation; the blade grazed the necks of two Blood Droplets, and blood gushed forth instantly.

Warm blood splattered onto the snow, instantly freezing into dark red ice crystals. (End of Chapter)