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

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang swung his palm horizontally, unleashing a powerful "Dragon Tail Sweep"! With the force of splitting the heavens and earth, the golden dragon tail swept across the area, the blood mist dissipated, and the Blood Judge's body was torn to shreds like paper, with severed limbs and poisonous blood falling like rain.

Finally, seeing that things were going badly, the masked man suddenly threw out a smoke bomb.

In an instant, thick smoke billowed into the dungeon, and screams, the clash of weapons, and the thud of heavy objects falling to the ground mingled together.

Shi Feiyang channeled his inner strength and shouted, "Hold your breath and concentrate! Don't fall for their trick!"

His Heavenly Silkworm Technique created silver threads that wandered in the smoke, clinging tightly to any living thing it touched, like a bone-deep infection.

When the smoke cleared, the people at the sticky pole were lying haphazardly in pools of blood, except for one masked man who had somehow escaped.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Shi Feiyang's bloodshot eyes gradually faded. He turned to look at Zhou Weirou's pale face and said softly, "Miss Zhou, can you still hold on?"

Zhou Weirou forced a smile.
Although the Beggars' Sect leader was nearing the end of his life, he still managed to shout, "Brothers, let's fight these Qing Dynasty lackeys today!" After shouting, he smiled and praised Shi Feiyang, "Brother Xiang, well done! I believe you will definitely revive the Beggars' Sect! I'm counting on you!" After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes, but a smile still lingered on his lips.

The leaders of the 72 Water Villages of Taihu Lake also responded one after another. Although they had lost all their martial arts skills and could not participate in the battle, they kept cheering for Shi Feiyang, Elder Peng, the Beggar Clan disciples, and Zhou Weirou.

Zhou Canghai's gaze fell on Shi Feiyang, and he said gratefully, "Young Hero Xiang, the Seventy-Two Fortresses of Taihu Lake will repay your life-saving grace with a thousandfold gratitude!"

Shi Feiyang clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Old Chieftain, you are too kind. Overthrowing the Qing and restoring the Ming is everyone's responsibility."

Zhou Weirou walked to Shi Feiyang's side, looking at his blood-soaked appearance, a hint of concern flashed in her eyes, but her words were still sharp: "Hmph, you've got some skill this time, but don't forget about the reward!"

Shi Feiyang smiled and nodded: "I will never forget Miss Zhou's help today. I will remember it in my heart." It was as if Shi Feiyang really owed her money.

Zhou Canghai shook his head as he watched his beloved daughter being so naughty.

In early autumn, Taihu Lake is shrouded in a thin mist, as if it were draped in a mysterious veil.

On such a night, the moonlight, like a silver veil, gently spreads across the vast lake, causing the water to ripple with shimmering light.

The distant fishing lights and the silvery glow complement each other, creating a captivating scene.

Occasionally, the long cry of an owl breaks the silence of the night, startling the roosting birds sleeping peacefully in the reeds. They take flight, adding a touch of life to the tranquil night.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Shi Feiyang gazed at the ruins of the Shi family mansion gradually disappearing into the distance, a wave of indescribable sorrow washing over him. He never imagined that his love nest, where he had shared the homes of Qi Meizhen, Bai Zhi, Yi Li, Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, and other ladies, would become ruins. Even more unexpectedly, two hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.

"What a refined taste, Chief Xiang!" A hearty laugh came from the second floor of the pleasure boat. Yu Wanting stood with his hands behind his back, his black brocade robe gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "If the Red Flower Society brothers hadn't arrived in time tonight, I'm afraid this good show would have been even more bloody."

Behind him, Master Wuchen held a sword with one arm, Zhao Banshan played with the Flying Swallow Silver Shuttle in his hand, and Wen Tailai crossed his arms, his eyes blazing.

Shi Feiyang turned around and clasped his hands in a fist salute, his glassy eyes sparkling in the moonlight: "I will always remember the righteous help from Master Yu. If it weren't for the 108 carriages of the Red Flower Society providing support, how easy would it have been to lead the wounded brothers out of Suzhou City?" He looked towards the shore, where Zhou Weirou was helping her father, Zhou Canghai, board another small boat. The girl kept looking back, her wide sleeves fluttering in the night wind.

"Why is Chief Xiang in such a hurry to leave?" Zhao Banshan brandished the hidden weapon in his hand and said with a smile, "Taihu Lake has seventy-two peaks and thirty-six islands, with beautiful scenery and fine wine and delicacies. Why not stay on our painted boat for a while, so we can spar a bit and discuss our plans to overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming?"

Master Wuchen snorted lightly, drawing his longsword half an inch from its sheath: "Zhao Laosan only knows how to eat. Chief Xiang possesses two great skills, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Heavenly Silkworm Skill. If he can discuss important matters with us, how can we not succeed?"

Shi Feiyang pondered for a moment, his gaze firm: "I appreciate everyone's kindness. However, the Beggars' Sect is now newly formed. Although Elder Peng has already acknowledged me, it will be no easy task to reorganize the sect's affairs and contact the elders from all sides."

He turned to look in the direction of the City God Temple, "Later, I will meet Elder Peng at the City God Temple in the west of the city. After all the matters of the Beggars' Sect are settled, I will come to work with your esteemed organization to plan for a great future."

Wen Tailai slammed his hand on the gunwale, his voice booming: "Good! Chief Xiang is indeed a straightforward man! Our entire gang awaits your arrival at any time!" His voice shook the pleasure boat slightly, startling a flock of egrets into the sky.

At this moment, Zhou Weirou could no longer restrain herself and used her light-footed skills to leap onto the painted boat.

Her hair was disheveled by the night wind, but her eyes were filled with reluctance: "Xiang Tiange, you...you really won't reconsider? Taihu Lake isn't far from Suzhou, what if there's danger..."

Shi Feiyang looked at the girl's reddened eyes and his heart stirred, but he still cupped his hands and said, "Miss Zhou, your father is still seriously injured and needs your escort back to the Seventy-Two Water Villages of Taihu Lake. Once the Beggars' Sect has been reorganized, I will definitely pay you a visit."

He took out a jade pendant from his pocket, which was the token of the Xiong Ying Society. "Take this jade pendant. If you need it in the future, you can come to me with this token."

Zhou Weirou took the jade pendant, her fingers gently tracing the cherry blossom pattern on it. Suddenly, she pressed the pendant against her chest: "Fine! Xiang Tiange, remember what you said today. If you dare to go back on your word, I, Zhou Weirou, will search the ends of the earth to find you!"

After saying that, she turned and jumped off the painted boat, like a ray of light moonlight, and returned to her father's side in an instant.

Yu Wanting watched Zhou Weirou's departing figure and smiled meaningfully, "Chief Xiang is truly fortunate." He beckoned to a helmsman, "Send Chief Xiang and the Beggars' Sect brothers ashore. Three days from now, at the City God Temple in the west of the city, we'll meet there!"

The painted boat slowly docked, and Shi Feiyang led the Beggars' Clan onto the pier.

The early autumn night breeze carried the coolness of the lake water. Shi Feiyang gazed at the lights dotting Taihu Lake and gripped the dog-beating stick tightly in his hand.

In the distance, Zhou Weirou's small boat had disappeared into the reeds, and only the figures of the Red Flower Society members on the painted boat appeared clearer under the moonlight.

Elder Peng, leaning on his dog-beating stick, walked to Shi Feiyang's side, his one eye gazing towards the pleasure boat: "Chief, the Red Flower Society is a powerful force. Cooperating with them is certainly a good thing, but..."

Shi Feiyang interrupted him, his gaze firm: "Elder Peng, rest assured, I know what I'm doing. The Beggars' Sect's foothold is not yet secure, and the most important thing right now is to regroup. We will need your help with the meeting at the City God Temple in three days."

Elder Peng remained silent for a moment before finally nodding: "From now on, this old beggar's life is in the hands of the gang leader!" As night deepened, Shi Feiyang led the Beggars' Gang members into the vast darkness.

A few days later, when Shi Feiyang stood on the high platform of the dilapidated temple, holding the dog-beating stick, the eyes of more than three hundred beggars below felt like thorns in their backs.

The night wind swept sand across the broken walls and ruins, making his coarse cloth jacket flutter loudly, but it couldn't drown out the rising and falling voices of doubt from the audience.

Elder Peng's one eye flashed with worry as he gripped his wine gourd tightly and said, "Chief, since the old chief disappeared, the Beggars' Clan has long been torn apart. How easy is it to unite the scattered brothers into one force!"

The first thing to be concerned was the power struggle among the elders within the gang.

Elder Liu, known as "Iron-Crutch Immortal," stepped forward, the iron ring at the top of his staff making the ground tremble. "You think you can command the heroes with just a dog-beating stick and a few words? Get past this iron crutch in my hand first!" With that, he unleashed a "Sweeping Thousands of Troops" move, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's lower body.

Dust filled the dilapidated temple as Elder Liu's iron crutch slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab, sparks flying everywhere.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure weaving between the beams and pillars like a ghost, displaying the unparalleled lightness skill of "Concealing One's Form and Name," his clothes fluttering without stirring up a speck of dust. The Dog-Beating Stick suddenly transformed into a green shadow, the "Pushing the Dog Up to the Sky" move extremely cunning, the bamboo branch striking Elder Liu's "Quchi" acupoint with pinpoint accuracy, like a serpent's flick. Elder Liu's arm instantly went numb, and his iron crutch clattered to the ground.

He stared at the handsome eighteen-year-old boy before him, his one eye filled with shock—thinking that his Bodhidharma Staff Technique was a peerless skill that shook the martial arts world, yet it had been defeated by "Song to the Sky" in a single move, he had no choice but to admit defeat!
"Hmph!" Elder Sun, the Drunken Arhat, shook his wine gourd and staggered forward.

He reeked of alcohol, but the drunkenness on his face couldn't hide the disdain in his eyes: "Xiang Tiange, so what if you're skilled in martial arts? You're only eighteen, while I'm over fifty. In the Beggars' Sect, I started as a lowly disciple, and for decades, through wind and rain, I've fought countless battles with the Qing dogs, my body covered in scars, before finally reaching the position of elder. Hmph! Following this greenhorn, you'd be better off making a living on your own!" With that, he slammed his wine gourd to the ground, shards flying, and turned to leave with his twenty-odd disciples.

Panic gripped the dilapidated temple, with whispers rising and falling. Some disciples gripped their dog-beating sticks tightly, yet their feet unconsciously moved towards the temple door; a little beggar clutched his broken bowl, his eyes filled with hesitation.

Shi Feiyang's aura suddenly changed, and a blood-red glint flashed in his glassy eyes: "Traitors, die!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, causing the dust accumulated on the beams to fall in a flurry.

Suddenly, he reached out into the air, and golden light burst forth from his palm, unleashing nine golden dragon phantoms! It was none other than the long-lost "Dragon-Capturing Skill"!
Amidst the raging winds, Elder Sun felt an immense force lifting him into the air.

He struggled desperately, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

In an instant, Elder Sun was dragged in front of Shi Feiyang. Shi Feiyang raised his foot and kicked, the sole of his boot carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.

With a muffled thud as his skull shattered, Elder Sun's body flew out of the temple gate like a kite with a broken string, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

The more than three hundred disciples were all horrified and knelt down in unison. Some trembled and slammed their foreheads heavily on the bluestone slabs: "Master, spare us! I will never dare to do it again!" Elder Liu's face was pale, and after hesitating for a moment, he also knelt down behind the crowd.

Shi Feiyang slammed the Dog-Beating Stick heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. He looked around at the crowd, his voice as cold as ice: "All disciples of my Beggars' Sect who are truly of one mind can receive twenty taels of silver from Elder Peng at the end of each year."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the terrified faces of the crowd. "You have all seen what happened to Elder Sun to those who betrayed our gang!"

Just then, the sound of tinkling pendants came from outside the temple gate.

Zhou Weirou moved with light, graceful steps, her wide sleeves fluttering and carrying a faint fragrance of orchids. Her gaze towards Shi Feiyang was full of affection, and a smile appeared on her lips: "Good methods, Chief Xiang!" She turned and shouted softly towards the outside of the temple. More than a thousand strong men surged into the dilapidated temple, each with a short knife at his waist, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"All the disciples of the seventy-two water strongholds of Taihu Lake have joined the Beggars' Sect. I wonder if the Sect Leader will accept them?" Zhou Weirou's voice was clear and melodious, yet carried an undeniable air of authority. Behind her, Zhou Canghai walked slowly with a cane, nodding slightly to Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang was secretly delighted, but he kept a straight face and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "I would be most grateful for Miss Zhou's kindness. But I wonder if these thousand brothers are willing to abide by the Beggars' Sect's rules?"

"Of course!" Zhou Weirou beckoned to a leader of the water stronghold. "This is Zhang Yi, 'White Streak in the Waves,' the vanguard of our Taihu Seventy-Two Water Strongholds. Brother Zhang, why don't you pay your respects to the leader?"

Zhang Yi strode forward and knelt on one knee: "I, Zhang Yi, am willing to serve my leader like a dog!" More than a thousand men shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Shi Feiyang helped Zhang Yi up and turned to Elder Peng: "Elder Peng, please write down the names of these brothers. Each of them will receive ten taels of silver later. In addition, Miss Zhou Weirou will become our Transmission Elder, Elder Peng will be the Enforcement Elder, Elder Liu will be the External Liaison Elder, and Zhang Yi will be the Hall Master of the Beggars' Sect Water Village." After saying that, he took out two thousand taels of silver from the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist, as if by magic.

In the blink of an eye, a pile of glittering silver appeared before everyone.

The more than one thousand people were all dumbfounded. Shi Feiyang said with a smile, "Elder Peng, distribute the silver and let the brothers disperse. All the elders and the heads of the various incense halls, please stay. Senior Zhou Canghai, please stay as well."

Elder Peng, his one eye filled with tears, choked out, "This old beggar has lived most of his life, and today I finally see hope for the Beggars' Sect to regain its former glory!" The disciples immediately shouted, "We will obey the orders of our Sect Leader, follow you to the death, and never bend!"

The waning moon cast its slanting light on the dilapidated temple. Amidst the broken walls and ruins, Shi Feiyang stood with his hands behind his back, his crystal-clear eyes reflecting the gradually receding figures of his disciples.

The night breeze rustled through his patched-up coarse cloth jacket, causing the hem to flutter softly. Just moments before, when the pay was being distributed, the image of his disciples trembling as they received the silver, their tears falling into their palms, still lingered in his mind.

"The gang leader has some impressive skills." Elder Peng stroked his bushy beard, his single eye gleaming slightly. "In the past, the gang leader hoarded all the wealth, but now he has provided a place for the brothers to settle down and make a living." He paused, looking at the dilapidated temple in disarray. "But this Osmanthus Pavilion..." Shi Feiyang explained, "Suzhou is the hub of Jiangnan, and the Osmanthus Pavilion is located in the bustling city center, making it an excellent place to set up the headquarters."

His gaze swept over Zhou Canghai and his daughter Zhou Weirou. "Old Master Zhou has been in charge of cooking for half his life, so the position of manager is rightfully yours. Miss Weirou is meticulous and thoughtful, so I will entrust all the management to you."

Looking at Shi Feiyang's straight back under the moonlight, Zhou Weirou recalled his heroic figure fighting against a hundred men single-handedly in the dungeon, and her heart stirred: "Then the Guihua Tower, Yuelai Inn, and Bihu Inn were renamed 'Guihua Tower,' 'Meizhen Inn,' and 'Wanqing Tea House,' and long corridors and secret passages were built."

Before she could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's glass eyes.

Shi Feiyang was naturally doing this to commemorate the wives from his previous life, but he couldn't say it out loud. He walked to the temple gate, his boots crushing the ice shards on the ground, and said, "The martial world is dangerous. With these properties, my brothers will have a place to hide when they are injured, and their families will have a stable meal."

He suddenly turned around, the gust of wind from his clothes lifting the remaining candles on the offering table. "In the past, the Beggars' Clan was like duckweed; today, I will make it take root in the martial world."

Upon hearing this, the elders and the head of the incense hall all had tears in their eyes. Some secretly wiped away tears, while others clenched their fists. In the past, everyone in the gang had risked their lives for the gang leader alone, but now they could share in the good fortune. This bond was more precious than any martial arts manual.

After everyone left, only three people remained in the dilapidated temple.

Zhou Weirou raised her sleeve to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and walked to Shi Feiyang's side: "Chief, everyone has left, why are you still here?"

Shi Feiyang gazed at the waning moon in the sky, a faint smile playing on his lips: "I'm leaving too."

He paused, then lightly tapped the ground with his dog-beating stick. "I'm going to find some martial arts masters."

Zhou Canghai and his daughter exchanged a glance, both stunned. Zhou Canghai stroked his beard and said in a deep voice, "What does the gang leader mean by this?"

"For a gang to grow strong and powerful, it needs a group of martial arts masters to support it." Shi Feiyang turned around, his glassy eyes gleaming coldly in the night. "In the martial world, where we live on the edge of a knife, how can we stand firm without the support of martial arts?"

Having said that, he was about to use his lightness skill to leave. "Meizhen Tower, Guihua Tower, Wanqing Tower," Zhou Weirou suddenly spoke, her voice trembling slightly, "Is it to commemorate the ladies you called out in your dream? Where are they now?"

Shi Feiyang froze abruptly, his aura instantly freezing.

The wind outside the temple blew through the broken window, ruffling a few strands of his hair, but it couldn't dispel the surging pain in his eyes.

After a long silence, he spoke coldly: "This is none of your business. As an elder, you have no right to inquire about the leader's private affairs." Before he finished speaking, he had already used his "Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles" lightness skill, his figure turning into a phantom and instantly disappearing into the night.

Zhou Weirou gazed in the direction he had disappeared, feeling that his figure was both familiar and strange, like a waning moon in the night sky, cold and distant, unfathomable. Zhou Canghai walked to his daughter's side and gently patted her shoulder: "Let's go, the leader has his own plans. Let's get these properties settled first, as a way of giving the Beggars' Clan brothers an explanation."

The moonlight, like water, quietly spilled over the dilapidated temple.

Shi Feiyang embarks on a journey to find martial arts masters, with his first stop being Mount Hua.

In mid-autumn, a light autumnal hue enveloped the summit of Mount Hua. The maple leaves on the mountainside blazed like flames, adorning the entire mountain with extraordinary beauty. Sunlight filtered through sparse clouds, casting shimmering golden light on the steep cliffs, adding to its rugged grandeur. Mount Hua is renowned for its perilous terrain. Standing at its foot, Shi Feiyang gazed up at the sword-like peaks piercing the clouds, a sense of awe rising within him.

He climbed along the winding mountain path, taking each step with utmost care, for a slight misstep could send him tumbling into an abyss.

Along the mountain road, strange pines and rocks stand tall, some like roaring beasts, others like fairies descending to earth, each with its own unique shape, leaving people in awe.

Finally, Shi Feiyang reached the summit of Mount Hua. Looking out, he saw endless mountains shrouded in mist, as if he were in a fairyland.

In the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the mountain peaks, draping Mount Hua in a golden coat, making it appear even more majestic and magnificent.

He had heard that Lu Chenzhou, the "Jade-Faced Judge" who lived in seclusion here, was once famous throughout the martial arts world for his unique skill with the Judge's Pen, but retired because he was tired of the strife.

However, finding Lu Chenzhou was no easy task. Shi Feiyang inquired about Lu Chenzhou's whereabouts from various martial arts sects on Mount Hua.

On the ancient Huashan trail where the snow had not yet melted, Shi Feiyang was dressed in a coarse cloth jacket patched upon patched, and his disheveled hair was adorned with bright, gleaming eyes.

That morning, Shi Feiyang had just clasped his hands in greeting to the Huashan Sword Sect disciples on the stone steps when he heard a cold laugh.

Gu Yi, dressed in a moon-white outfit with a sword at his waist inlaid with gold cloud patterns, sized up the "beggar" and curled his lips into a mocking smile: "You stinking beggar, begging all the way to the valley? Are you brainless?"

Shi Feiyang scratched his messy hair, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said jokingly, "If I had any brains, would I need to be a beggar?" His words were half-smiled, which made Gu Yi's face turn purple with anger.

"You're courting death!" Enraged by Shi Feiyang's retort, Gu Yi roared and unleashed a powerful palm strike aimed straight at Shi Feiyang's face. Shi Feiyang used the "Shifting Flowers and Jade" divine skill, his palms moving as lightly as willow catkins, seemingly casually guiding the attack.

Gu Yi felt as if the force of the palm strike had vanished into thin air, and he was uncontrollably deviated from his course.

"Bang!" The palm strike landed squarely on the chest of his fellow disciple Lu Ling. Lu Ling screamed and flew backward, his arm twisted at an odd angle, splashing blood as he crashed onto the stone steps.

Disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect rushed forward to help Lu Ling up, some using their internal energy to heal his injuries, others giving him medicinal pills. Gu Yi stared blankly at his palms, dumbfounded: how could the force of his palm strikes bend?

"What kind of monster is this? How could it harm people like this!" With a clear shout, a figure in red appeared like a startled swan. Tu Yanfei drew her longsword, its light like a rainbow, and unleashed the "White Clouds Emerging from the Peak" move of the Huashan Sword Technique, the tip of her sword pointing directly at Shi Feiyang's throat.

Her movements were graceful, and the golden bells in her hair jingled softly with each step, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

As Shi Feiyang gazed at that delicate face, his glassy eyes suddenly became bloodshot.

“Ellie? My beloved wife, is it really you?” His voice trembled, as if he had traveled through two hundred years.

The image of Yi Li, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, overlapped with the person in front of him in his memory. In a daze, he even forgot that he was in danger.

Seeing that he neither dodged nor evaded, Tu Yanfei inwardly cried out in alarm. But the sword's momentum had already waned, and it couldn't be stopped. At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang's skin glowed with a jade-like luster, and the Mingyu Gong automatically protected his body. An ice shield condensed before his throat, and the sword tip struck the ice shield with a crisp "crack".

"You stinking beggar, what nonsense are you spouting?" Tu Yanfei was both ashamed and furious. She twirled her longsword, unleashing a thunderous strike towards Shi Feiyang's neck with the force of "cleaving Mount Hua." This time, she was truly enraged; the air shrieked as the sword flashed.

Shi Feiyang, however, was completely absorbed in the moment and did not use the Hundred Victories Knife Technique at all.

As Mingyu Gong circulated, a vortex of true energy formed around him, and a faint layer of cold mist rose from his body. The moment Tu Yanfei's sword tip touched his clothes, she felt a powerful suction force. She tried to pull her sword away, but it was too late, and she was uncontrollably thrown forward.

Shi Feiyang opened his arms and pulled her into his embrace. "Ellie, my beloved wife, where have you been all these years?"

He muttered to himself, completely ignoring the struggles of the woman in his arms.

Tu Yanfei was both shocked and furious, her cheeks flushed red: "Let me go! You lecher!"

She struggled desperately, but her longsword was firmly suppressed by the opponent's internal force, rendering it immobile.

Gu Lu and the others were shocked to see this and drew their swords. "Demon, release my junior sister!" Amidst angry shouts, seven or eight sword lights attacked simultaneously.

Shi Feiyang seemed oblivious, his Mingyu Gong providing protection as he swirled his true energy around the longswords of the eight disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect. A dense mist of cold air enveloped him, freezing the approaching sword energy. The disciples felt a bone-chilling cold, their swords instantly covered in frost.

Tu Yanfei kicked and punched Shi Feiyang in his arms, only to find that his internal energy was as deep as the ocean, and her attacks were like mud oxen sinking into the sea. Even more terrifying, she felt her internal energy being slowly absorbed.

"Who...who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling with shock and fear.

Shi Feiyang looked down at the person in his arms, his glassy eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and pain: "Ellie, my beloved wife, I'm sorry!" His voice choked with emotion, and the chill emanating from his body under the influence of the Mingyu Gong carried a hint of sorrow.

Tu Yanfei was taken aback, only then realizing that Shi Feiyang was showing his true feelings. In the instant that Shi Feiyang's disheveled hair flew up, she saw a handsome face and murmured, "I didn't expect you to be so handsome!"

Just then, a clear shout pierced the sky: "Stop!"

An elderly man with white hair arrived, stepping on a sword beam; he was an elder of the Huashan Sword Sect.

Seeing the scene, his face darkened: "What kind of monster dares to run wild on Mount Hua?"

Shi Feiyang then seemed to wake from a dream and gently put Tu Yanfei down. The jade-colored light around him gradually faded, and he clasped his hands in a fist salute to the old man: "I am Xiang Tiange, the leader of the Beggars' Sect. I have offended you in my search for an old friend."

His gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on Tu Yanfei, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Tu Yanfei was dressed in red, as fiery and radiant as a flame.

The red fabric was soft and smooth, clinging gently to her body and outlining her graceful curves. Her red dress was embroidered with intricate and exquisite patterns, every stitch revealing the craftsman's superb skills, adding to its magnificence and nobility.

Her skin appeared exceptionally fair and delicate against the backdrop of her red dress, as pure and flawless as the first snow.

Her bright eyes were as deep as autumn water, sparkling with wisdom and agility.

Her red lips were slightly pursed, outlining a charming and captivating smile that could easily charm anyone.

Tu Yanfei's red dress fluttered gently in the wind, like a flame dancing, exuding a fiery and captivating aura.

Her posture was upright and elegant, and every gesture revealed the heroic spirit and charm of a female disciple of the Huashan Sect.

At this moment, Tu Yanfei straightened her clothes, her cheeks flushed.

Her hand holding the longsword trembled slightly, whether from anger or from the strange contact just now, it was hard to tell.

Although Gu Yi and the others were unwilling, they dared not act rashly because they sensed Shi Feiyang's unfathomable internal strength.

"Seeking an old friend?" The elder's gaze sharpened. "Who are you looking for?" Shi Feiyang looked at the mist-shrouded mountain peaks and said in a deep voice, "Jade-Faced Judge Lu Chenzhou. Our sect invites Lu Chenzhou to serve as an elder."

These words immediately created a tense atmosphere.

The elder's expression changed, and he was about to speak when Shi Feiyang interrupted him, saying, "I would be extremely grateful if you could enlighten me, senior."

The setting sun dyed the main peak of Mount Hua blood-red, and the blood droplets that had congealed on the stone steps reflected an eerie light.

Shi Feiyang stared at Xiao Heling, the Huashan Sword Sect elder with a gloomy face, and a cold glint flashed in his glassy eyes.

Despite Shi Feiyang's polite demeanor, Xiao Heling's Purple Lightning Frost Sword was pointed diagonally at the ground, and the ice crystals condensed on its blade were falling down, creating small pits on the stone slab.

"When did the Beggars' Sect learn to act wildly in front of prestigious sects?" Xiao Heling's voice boomed like a bell, causing the snow on the cliff edge to fall in a flurry.

Behind him, twelve of his personal disciples formed the Yin-Yang Sword Formation, their Qingfeng swords gleaming in the light, their sword energy condensing into a fine electric net in the twilight.

Shi Feiyang brushed the grass clippings off his shoulders, and the deerskin bag at his waist moved automatically without wind: "Elder Xiao, I only came here to find Lu Chenzhou and had no intention of causing trouble."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yi suddenly rushed out of the sword formation, his long sword flashing with seven sword flowers: "You injured my junior brother and still dare to talk so arrogantly! Take this!" The sword light was as fast as lightning, heading straight for his face.

Shi Feiyang gently pushed with both palms, using the "Dense Clouds Without Rain" technique to condense a shield of energy. The sword blade struck the shield, producing a metallic clang. Gu Yi, however, felt a gentle force flowing through the sword, causing his tiger's mouth to crack instantly, and the longsword flew out of his hand.

Seeing this, Tu Yanfei lightly waved her jade hand, and the "Purple Swallow Carrying Mud" move of the Huashan Sword Technique gracefully arrived. The golden bells in her hair jingled rapidly, and the tip of her sword flickered erratically, targeting Shi Feiyang's major acupoints. Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, using the "Hidden Body and Name" lightness skill, his figure turning into a blur as he weaved through the sword formation.

Every time the sword tip touched the hem of his clothes, silkworm threads would silently fly out and wrap around the sword. "You're courting death!" Xiao Heling roared, and the Purple Lightning Frost Sword was suddenly drawn. The sword blade gleamed with eerie blue lightning, and wherever the sword energy passed, the air crackled and popped.

Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted sharply, and he thrust out "Flying Dragon in the Sky" with both palms, as two golden dragon shadows roared to meet the sword light.

With a deafening roar, the dragon's shadow and the sword light vanished simultaneously.

Xiao Heling retreated three steps, and tiny cracks appeared on the Purple Lightning Frost Sword.

He stared at the silver light flowing around Shi Feiyang and was shocked: "Heavenly Silkworm Skill? What is your connection with the Wudang Sect?"

"Origins? Beat me first!" Shi Feiyang sneered, unleashing his full power in the Heavenly Silkworm Skill, his palm radiating a burst of silver light. "Today I'll show you the ultimate technique of the Beggar Clan!" He moved closer like a ghost, suddenly using his palm as a blade, the wind from his palm whistling like a tidal wave.

Xiao Heling swung his sword to parry, but felt that the opponent's palm strike was powerful yet contained a hidden soft force, and each collision made his arm go numb.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the disciples in the sword formation thrust out all twelve longswords at the same time.

Shi Feiyang let out a long roar, swung his palms, and unleashed the "Shocking the Hundred Miles" technique.

The powerful palm strike swept out like a raging torrent, instantly shattering the sword formation.

The disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing into the mountain wall with a dull thud, leaving bloodstains all over the stone steps.

Seeing his fellow disciples injured, Tu Yanfei's eyes filled with tears, and he wielded his longsword to unleash the ultimate move of the Huashan Sword Sect, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin".

Hundreds of sword shadows attacked like a torrential rain, but Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor avoided them. He circulated his Mingyu Gong at high speed, his true energy forming a vortex, and his body shone with a jade-colored light. The cold air turned into a vortex, absorbing all the sword shadows.

Tu Yanfei felt his internal energy draining away rapidly, and he watched in horror as his longsword was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Seeing this, Xiao Heling used the Huashan ultimate technique, "Taiyue Three Green Peaks".

Three sharp sword energies, as powerful as thunder, attacked Shi Feiyang's crown chakra, heart, and dantian respectively.

Shi Feiyang clapped his hands repeatedly, and the silkworm silk that came out of his palms poured out like the Milky Way, weaving a giant net in the air.

The sword energy struck the silk net for about half a breath before being shredded, turning into a shower of light. "Enough!" Shi Feiyang suddenly stopped, his figure flashing like a ghost behind Xiao Heling. Before the sect leader could react, two strands of celestial silkworm silk had already bound his major acupoints.

Xiao Heling felt his internal energy instantly locked, rendering him unable to move.

"Elder Xiao, I have offended you greatly." Shi Feiyang withdrew the silk, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Lu Chenzhou and I have important matters to discuss. I hope you can tell me his whereabouts. If I have offended you in any way, I will definitely come to apologize in person another day."

Xiao Heling's expression was uncertain. Looking at the mess on the ground, he sighed, "Lu Chenzhou is living in seclusion on the 'Broken Cloud Cliff' of Tianxian Peak, but you may not be able to persuade him." He picked up the broken sword, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, "With such a figure in the Beggars' Clan, the martial world will surely be stirred up in the future."

Shi Feiyang clasped his hands in a fist salute again, then turned to leave.

Tu Yanfei suddenly spoke up: "Wait!" She looked at Shi Feiyang's back, her cheeks slightly flushed, "I've remembered what happened today."

Shi Feiyang turned around, a hint of a smile flashing in his glassy eyes: "If you ever need anything in the future, the Beggars' Clan will definitely help you." After saying that, he used his peerless lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," and disappeared into the twilight in the blink of an eye.

As the sun set, only a mess remained on the ancient path of Mount Hua, along with a group of Mount Hua disciples with complex expressions.

This sudden and fierce battle not only demonstrated the strength of the Beggars' Sect to everyone, but also planted a seed in everyone's heart.

The setting sun painted Mount Hua in a captivating crimson hue, while a biting mountain wind swept past Tu Yanfei's temples, scattering a few strands of her dark hair.

She stared blankly up at the fleeting afterimage in the sky. The clamor of the fierce battle still seemed to echo in her ears, but the person had already disappeared like a shooting star.

The longsword in her hand fell unconsciously, and the lingering chill on the blade strangely echoed the coldness in her heart at that moment.

As the only daughter of Tu Weng, the leader of the Huashan Sword Sect, Tu Yanfei grew up under the care of many people.

She was lively and agile, like a free spirit in the mountains. She loved to joke and play with her fellow disciples, yet she always kept to proper etiquette. Her beautiful and charming appearance made everyone on Mount Hua adore her.

But at this moment, she had completely lost her usual liveliness, and felt an emptiness in her heart, as if something important had disappeared with that person's departure.

Recalling what had just happened, Tu Yanfei's cheeks unconsciously flushed.

When Shi Feiyang's desperate cry of "Ellie, my beloved wife" reached her ears, and when he held her tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with a mixture of deep affection and pain, her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

At that moment, she seemed to see through Shi Feiyang's eyes a deeply unforgettable love story, and a man's profound and extreme longing for his beloved.

That intense emotion, like a surging tide, broke through her inner defenses, leaving her deeply shaken.

"Junior sister, are you alright?" Gu Yi's concerned voice interrupted her thoughts.

Tu Yanfei then came to her senses and found her senior brothers surrounding her, their faces full of worry.

She forced a smile and shook her head: "I'm fine." But her voice sounded weak and feeble, even to herself.

Elder Xiao Heling frowned slightly as he looked at Tu Yanfei's distraught appearance, thinking to himself: Could it be that this girl has fallen in love with Xiang Tiange?

He sighed softly, stepped forward, and said earnestly, "Yan Fei, the world is treacherous, and people's hearts are unpredictable. Xiang Tiange's origins are unknown; you mustn't be with him."

"Elder, I know." Tu Yanfei hurriedly interrupted the elder, but even she didn't realize that her tone carried a hint of eagerness to defend herself. "I just thought that he was highly skilled in martial arts and acted in a strange way, so I was just curious."

As night fell, Mount Hua was shrouded in deep darkness.

Back in her humble abode, Tu Yanfei stood alone by the window, gazing at the bright moon outside. Her thoughts drifted back to Shi Feiyang. His tattered clothes, his mysterious, glass-like eyes, and his astonishing martial arts skills lingered in her mind.

She didn't understand why she cared so much about someone she had just met, someone with whom she had even once clashed.

"Perhaps, it's just because of that 'Ellie' he mentioned," Tu Yanfei murmured to herself, her voice unusually clear in the quiet night. "Such profound love, how many people in this world can possess it?"

She sighed softly, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek, where the warmth of that person's embrace still seemed to linger.

The sound of the night watchman's gong came from afar, one gong after another, shattering the tranquility of the night and disturbing Tu Yanfei's heart.

She knew that from this moment on, the man named Xiang Tiange had left an indelible mark on her heart.

This sudden feeling, like a seed, will quietly take root and sprout in her heart. What kind of flower it will bloom into, what kind of fruit it will bear, she doesn't know, and dares not think about. (End of Chapter)