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

Countless silver threads pierced through the snow curtain, shattering the protective mirror wherever they went.

An assassin screamed and flew backward, his internal organs shredded into a bloody mist by his internal force, spraying onto the snow-white mountain wall like a blooming, eerie red plum blossom.

"The hidden patterns on the sticky rod!" A cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes as he unleashed "Shocking Hundred Miles" with both palms.

The powerful palm strike swept out like a raging torrent, but at the same time, the man in black threw out a smoke bomb.

In an instant, white mist mixed with the smell of sulfur filled the surroundings, and Tu Yanfei was choked and coughed repeatedly. In the hazy state, he suddenly saw three cold lights breaking through the air.

"Close your eyes!" Shi Feiyang's roar made her eardrums ache.

The next instant, she fell into a blood-stained embrace, the sound of silkworm silk tearing through the air exploding above her head.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Shi Feiyang strike out with both palms, creating a "dense cloud without rain" technique. The resulting energy shield blocked all the bone-piercing nails. Amidst the clanging sounds, he spat out a silver silkworm thread from his left palm, which, like a nimble snake, pierced through the thick fog and wrapped around the throats of the three men in black.

Gu Yi's longsword suddenly transformed into a blue light and pierced out. The sword move of "Three Green Peaks of Taiyue" cleaved through the thick fog and severed the chain of the blood droplet in the hand of a man in black.

Tu Yanfei seized the opportunity to follow up, her soft sword swirling into seven sword flowers before the blade precisely pierced the opponent's "Shanzhong acupoint".

Warm blood splattered on her cheeks, but Shi Feiyang had somehow appeared in front of her, shielding her from the hidden arrow that came from behind.

"Watch out on your right!" Shi Feiyang grabbed her waist and leaped into the air, his robes ripped in several places by the sword energy.

Tu Yanfei looked at his blood-stained profile and saw that his bright eyes were always scanning the surroundings warily, while his palms steadily supported her waist, keeping her from getting any wind or snow. She was so moved that she wanted to shed tears.

At this moment, the sounds of fighting on the cliff top were deafening, but she felt a warmth she had never felt before on this bloody battlefield.

The men in black suddenly formed a formation, and the blood-dripping chains intertwined into a giant noose, shattering rocks wherever they passed.

Shi Feiyang let out a long roar and struck out with both palms, unleashing the "Dragon Battle in the Wilds" technique. The ground exploded with a deafening roar, and rubble mixed with blood and flesh shot into the sky.

Tu Yanfei and Gu Yi worked in perfect harmony, their swordplay as majestic as Mount Tai, and they killed two more assassins.

During the fierce battle, she could always feel Shi Feiyang's concerned gaze when she was in danger, a gaze that made her feel more at ease than the long sword in her hand.

The blood-dripping chains, like a giant python, coiled around Broken Cloud Cliff, leaving it scarred and mangled. Shi Feiyang's toes touched the cracked rocks, his glassy eyes reflecting the strange positions of the black-clad crowd—it was the "Nine Luminaries Trapping Dragon Formation," a technique lost in the Western Regions.

Shi Feiyang flicked his wrist and spat out a silkworm silk thread to entangle the falling Tu Yanfei. The crystal light in his palm surged: "Brother Lu, attack his left pivot, Brother Gu, guard his right pivot!"

Lu Chenzhou, the judge, swiftly pointed his pen, the ink-black blade piercing towards the center of the formation.

The masked man let out a strange laugh, and suddenly crimson mist rose from the formation. The twelve blood-dripping chains abruptly extended, weaving a giant net of Asura in the air.

Tu Yanfei brandished her longsword, the "Three Waves of Taiyue" sword move cleaving through the mist, but a flash of cold light appeared as three bone-piercing nails flew past her ear.

"Watch out!" Shi Feiyang's roar shook the cliff face, causing rocks to fall in a flurry.

He moved with the speed of a ghost, his silkworm silk emerging like a serpent from its hole, pulverizing the bone-piercing nail into dust.

However, dozens of poisoned silver needles shot out from the blood mist. Shi Feiyang spun around and shielded Tu Yanfei in his arms. His coarse cloth short clothes instantly burst open with dense cracks, revealing the jade-colored skin underneath—it was because he had activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison" level, deflecting all the silver needles.

He had been avoiding using the Mingyu Skill, but in times of crisis, it would always arise spontaneously and instinctively protect him.

Upon seeing this, a masked man suddenly ripped off his mask.

Tu Yanfei gasped. The face was covered with centipede-shaped scars, and the left eye was empty and lifeless, clearly the mark of being pierced by a sharp weapon.

"Sing to the heavens!" The scarred man raised the judge's pen, its purple light surging three zhang high. "So what if you become the leader of the Beggars' Sect? Do you think you can escape the pursuit of the Sticky Pole Bureau? Let me tell you, the imperial court will wipe out all the gangs in the world and restore a bright and clear world!"

Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted sharply as he leaped into the air. The deerskin bag blazed intensely, and he unleashed the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" technique with both palms, striking downwards from above. The golden dragon shadow collided violently with the purple lightning. Taking advantage of the moment, Tu Yanfei drew her longsword, unleashing a "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds" sword move aimed at the scarred face's vulnerable ribs.

But then the opponent swung out the chain, and the nine beads of the Blood Droplet spun around, forming a vortex that devoured everything.

Gu Yi shouted and plunged his longsword into the edge of the vortex, attempting to disrupt the formation's core.

Lu Chenzhou simultaneously aimed his judge's pen at the scarred man's "Lingtai" acupoint, but the man's body twisted strangely, dodging the vital point while flicking three black chess pieces from his fingertips. The moment the pieces landed, iron chains suddenly shot out from the ground, trapping the four of them in the center.

"This is... the 'Heavenly Net Lock' of the All-Knowing Technician!" Lu Chenzhou's expression changed drastically.

The iron chains were covered with barbs, gleaming with a bluish-green venom.

Shi Feiyang gave a deep shout, and activated the Heavenly Silkworm Skill at full power. With the blessing of the Bright Jade Skill, the silver light in his palm transformed into a giant silkworm cocoon, enveloping everyone inside. The silkworm silk collided with the iron chains, producing a piercing friction sound. Amidst the flying sparks, Shi Feiyang turned to Tu Yanfei and said, "Miss Tu, cover your mouth and nose."

The scarred man grinned menacingly as he approached, brandishing a blood-dripping guillotine. The shrill sound of chains slicing through the air sent chills down one's spine.

Shi Feiyang suddenly roared, and the cocoon burst open, releasing countless silver threads like a torrential rain.

Scarface parried with his pen, only to see Shi Feiyang close in, striking out with both palms with the move "Dragon Battle in the Wild".

Wherever his palm strike landed, the ground collapsed with a deafening roar, and the scarred man lost his footing and plunged into a bottomless abyss.

However, the crisis within the formation had not yet subsided, and the remaining men in black simultaneously bit their tongues, spitting their blood onto the blood droplets.

The twelve flying guillotines suddenly expanded several times their original size, their chains twisting like living things, and lunged at the crowd.

Tu Yanfei swung her longsword so hard it almost slipped from her hand, and Gu Yi's clothes were already slashed with several bloody marks.

A resolute glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes. His Mingyu Gong and Tiancan Gong merged seamlessly, and his body radiated a dazzling light.

The white mist surged and dissipated like a demon, and the snow on the cliff top was stained dark purple with blood.

More than twenty men in black formed the Big Dipper Sword Formation. Their dark iron masks revealed eerie green eyes, and the blood-dripping chains around their waists were wrapped with bits of flesh, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound in the cold wind.

Lu Chenzhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the ice crystals that had condensed on the judge's pen fell down, gleaming with an eerie blue light under the moonlight.

"Chief Xiang, ten years ago I fled out of guilt, but today I will use these blood-stained hands to protect the martial world once more!" His robes fluttered as he charged towards the center of the formation, his judge's pen unleashing the "Twenty-Three Forms of Judge's Deadly Pursuit," the ink-black strokes weaving a net of death in the air. Suddenly, the leader of the men in black let out a strange laugh like an owl, and the judge's pen in his hand surged with purple light, revealing itself to be the "Netherworld Ghost Judgement," a unique skill originating from the same source as Lu Chenzhou's.

Shi Feiyang let out a long roar and simultaneously unleashed the Heavenly Silkworm Skill and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

The silver light emanating from his palm transformed into countless silk threads, intertwining with the golden dragon shadow to form a yin-yang fish pattern.

With a single move, "Dragon Fights in the Wild," the ground shattered wherever the palm struck, sending rubble and blood flying into the sky.

A man in black was unable to dodge in time and was pierced through the throat by a silkworm thread. His internal organs were instantly shredded into a bloody mist, which sprayed onto the ancient pine tree, turning the mottled bark into an eerie red plum blossom.

Tu Yanfei's palms, gripping the longsword, were already drenched in cold sweat. Then, Gu Yi shouted, unleashing the Huashan sword technique "Taiyue Three Green Peaks," which transformed into three streaks of azure sword energy, heading straight for the right side of the sword formation. She gritted her teeth, her soft sword swirling into seven sword flowers, following closely behind.

The two worked in perfect harmony, their swords flashing like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, they forced the two men in black to the edge of the cliff.

Gu Yi's longsword shattered the opponent's weapon, and Tu Yanfei seized the opportunity to sever her throat with a single sword strike. Warm blood splattered onto her cheeks, hotter than the mountain breeze.

"Watch out!" Shi Feiyang's roar suddenly rang in my ears.

Tu Yanfei instinctively leaned back, and three poisoned bone-piercing nails flew past her eyelashes.

The next moment, she fell into a blood-stained embrace—Shi Feiyang had appeared behind her like a ghost, his silken threads like a snake emerging from its hole, shredding the remaining hidden weapons into dust.

“Miss Tu, do not leave my side by more than three steps.” His breath brushed against her reddened earlobe, the copper bell on the deerskin bag trembled slightly, shaking the snowflakes from her hair. Seeing this, the leader of the men in black suddenly bit his tongue, the spray of blood condensing into a hideous, grotesque face in the air. The judge's pen in his hand blazed with a brilliant purple light, unleashing a thunderous pressure: “Lu Chenzhou, you killed the senior brother of the ‘Shadowless Twin Judges’ back then, today you will pay with your life!”

Eighteen streaks of purple lightning, like the Judge's Pen, attacked simultaneously from nine directions. Wherever they passed, rocks were carbonized inch by inch, and even the air itself emitted a deafening roar. Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes flashed with a cold light as he unleashed the "Riding the Six Dragons" technique with both palms.

Six golden dragon shadows and celestial silkworm silk formed a yin-yang fish pattern, which collided violently with the purple lightning pen shadow.

Amidst the deafening explosion, ancient pines on the cliffs of Mount Hua were uprooted, and snow mixed with gravel poured down like a mudslide.

Tu Yanfei was thrown into the air by the blast wave, but Shi Feiyang caught her in his arms just as she was falling. His back slammed heavily against the stone wall, and he groaned, but he still held her firmly against his chest. When the dust settled, the men in black lay sprawled in pools of blood.

The leader's mask shattered, revealing a face covered in centipede-like scars—it was none other than "Purple Lightning Judge," the top assassin of the Sticky Rod Bureau.

Lu Chenzhou leaned on his judge's pen, a relieved smile on his pale face: "Chief Xiang, the debt of these ten years has finally been paid off today."

The dawn light gilded Broken Cloud Cliff with a golden veil, but could not conceal the blood and devastation scattered everywhere.

Shi Feiyang reached out and patted Lu Chenzhou on the shoulder. This pat seemed to have the force of a thousand pounds, scattering ten years of grudges and opening a new chapter in the martial arts world.

His gaze inadvertently fell on Tu Yanfei's slightly trembling fingertips. Those hands, which had just been fighting alongside him with palms as blades, were now trembling slightly in the cold wind, as if they had not yet recovered from the thrilling battle.

He then calmly took out a warm, black iron plaque from the deerskin pouch at his waist. The plaque was engraved with the ancient character "beggar," and a few strands of red silk were wrapped around its edge, giving it a soft glow in the sunlight.

His movements were so gentle that it was as if he were not handing over a token, but rather holding up a rare treasure.

“Miss Tu,” his voice was deep and gentle, with a hint of barely perceptible hoarseness, “you and your senior brother are responsible for establishing the Northwest Branch of the Beggars’ Sect! I hereby appoint you as the leader and deputy leader of the Northwest Branch of the Beggars’ Sect!”

Those words sounded like an instruction, an expectation, and even more like a silent trust.

The moment the black iron plaque fell into Tu Yanfei's palm, a warm sensation spread from his fingertips throughout his body.

She looked up, staring blankly at the person in front of her, wanting to say something, but not knowing where to begin.

Shi Feiyang took out several large silver ingots and stuffed them heavily into Gu Yi's hand, saying loudly, "Brother Gu, the growth of the Beggars' Sect is in your hands."

Gu Yi gripped the silver ingot tightly, nodded heavily, his eyes filled with determination.

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang suddenly reached out and grabbed Lu Chenzhou. With his clothes fluttering, he had already used the peerless lightness skill "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles".

His figure vanished like a wisp of smoke, disappearing into the air in an instant, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

Tu Yanfei subconsciously took a step forward, trying to grab the disappearing figure, but only managed to grab a gust of wind.

She looked up at the sky, but the fleeting image was almost gone, just like the budding feelings in her heart, about to vanish before she could even savor them. As she lowered her head, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, like a burst dam, each drop landing on the black iron plaque, creating tiny, scattered splashes.

She gripped the token tightly, as if that would keep that person and preserve the time they fought side by side.

"Chief Xiang... Brother Xiang... Tiange..." she murmured softly, her voice filled with reluctance and longing.

At this moment, she was no longer the dashing and heroic woman of the Huashan Sect; she was just an ordinary woman troubled by love.

She recalled Shi Feiyang's care for her earlier, the tenderness in his glassy eyes when he looked at her, and the warmth of his fingertips when he handed her the token. Her reluctance and longing grew stronger.

Gu Yi stood to the side, feeling a pang of pain in his heart as he watched his junior sister's tearful face. He silently took off his cloak and gently draped it over Tu Yanfei, saying softly, "Junior sister, don't be sad. Leader Xiang will definitely come back someday."

Tu Yanfei just shook her head, tears streaming down her face: "Senior Brother, I don't know why, I just can't bear to see him go..."

The voice was choked with sobs, which broke Gu Yi's heart, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

The mountain wind howled past, drying the tears, but unable to dispel the longing in my heart.

Tu Yanfei gazed in the direction Shi Feiyang had left, reluctant to leave for a long time, as if in this way she could wait for the day he would return.

The black iron token grew hotter and hotter in her palm, as if it were scorching her heart as well.

The frost-laden winds of Longyuan, carrying sand and gravel, pierced Tu Yanfei's face like thousands of fine needles.

She stood on the dilapidated beacon tower of Jiayuguan, the black iron token in her palm feeling cold, but it couldn't compare to the lingering desolation in her heart.

Three days ago, the fleeting image of Shi Feiyang's clothes fluttering as he left once again appeared before her eyes. Every time she recalled it, it was as if someone was gently pricking her heart with a fine needle, causing pain, yet also a hint of sweetness.

Inside Lanzhou, the wine flags of Zuixianlou Restaurant fluttered in the wind.

Tu Yanfei shed her usual Huashan Sect attire, and a moon-white ruqun dress accentuated her graceful figure.

The bamboo hairpin tucked diagonally into her temple, though not as ornate as the pearls and jade of the past, possessed a unique elegance.

She leaned against the carved wooden railing, her gaze casually sweeping across the corner of the tavern.

In a corner, a swordsman was drinking alone, feeling melancholy.

The long sword at the man's waist was wrapped in faded red silk, and the rust on the tassel silently told of its former glory.

Tu Yanfei's heart suddenly raced, and in a daze, Shi Feiyang's carefree and unrestrained figure seemed to reappear before her eyes.

She took a deep breath, stepped forward gracefully, and gently pushed the wine jar with her delicate hand. Her voice was gentle but trembling slightly: "Sir, are you in trouble? Consider this jar of twenty-year-old Daughter's Red wine my little sister has as a token of friendship."

The swordsman raised his head, a wary glint in his bloodshot eyes: "Young lady, don't cause trouble."

"Who hasn't faced hardship while wandering the martial world?" Tu Yanfei poured wine into her cup, the amber liquid shimmering in the candlelight, reflecting in her sparkling eyes. She recalled Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes when he looked at her, and her voice grew even softer, "I've heard you were once a leader of the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun, yet now you're trapped in this tavern..." Before she could finish, the swordsman slammed his hand on the table, the sound of the shattering cup startling everyone in the room.

Gu Yi hurriedly drew his sword; protecting his junior sister was the priority.

Tu Yanfei neither dodged nor avoided the swordsman, but simply gazed at him quietly, his eyes filled with expectation and determination: "The Northwest Branch of the Beggars' Sect is in dire need of a skilled intelligence gatherer. If you are willing to take this opportunity, we will certainly not fail to appreciate your abilities."

She thought to herself that every time she recruited a talented person, she was contributing to the "Xiang Tiange" Beggars' Sect and taking a step closer to him.

The swordsman's hand holding the wine bowl trembled slightly. After a long while, he drank the remaining wine in one gulp: "Fine! I'll trust you this once, little girl!"

Tu Yanfei smiled faintly, a smile that held both anticipation for the future and longing for that person.

On the trade route of Dunhuang, the twilight was stained with blood.

More than thirty fast horses swept in like a black tide. The bandit leader, One-Eyed Dragon, gripped a goose-feather saber, the blade bearing the head of a caravan guard, its edge gleaming menacingly in the setting sun. The cries of the camel caravan members mingled with the whistling of arrows, piercing Tu Yanfei's eardrums.

Suddenly, the black horse beneath him reared up, its forelegs kicking up gravel that exploded in the wind.

Tu Yanfei drew her soft sword "Qingluan" from its sheath with a clanging sound, the cloud patterns engraved on the blade gleaming with a deep blue luster.

She turned to Gu Yi and instructed him, the silver ornaments in her hair jingling softly with her movements: "Senior Brother Gu, you take ten men to protect the merchants! The rest of you brothers, follow me to kill the bandits! In this battle, we must raise the banner of justice for the Beggars' Sect!" Her voice was firm and resolute, but in her heart she wondered what Xiang Tiange would do if he were here.
Gu Lu brandished his longsword, his moon-white robe fluttering in the wind: "Junior sister, be careful! These thieves are using Western Region bone-piercing nails!"

A whooshing sound suddenly rang out as three poisoned hidden weapons grazed past Tu Yanfei's ears, corroding three charred holes in the sand.

At that moment, a sense of relief flashed through Tu Yanfei's heart, relieved that it wasn't "Xiang Tiange" who was injured.

With a sharp shout, she moved like a startled swan skimming the water, unleashing the move "The Phoenix Arrives," her soft sword swirling into seven sword flowers.

Wherever the sword light touched, the bandit coughed up blood from his throat like a fountain. Warm drops of blood splattered onto her cheeks, reflecting an eerie red light in the setting sun, but it couldn't compare to the fire burning in her heart—the fire of fighting for "Song to the Heavens".

Seeing this, the one-eyed leader roared and swung his knife, the force of the blade carving a half-foot-deep trench in the ground.

Gu Yi arrived just in time and blocked the wild goose-feathered sword with a move called "Three Green Peaks of Taiyue".

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tu Yanfei spun around and aimed her sword tip straight at the one-eyed man's face.

Suddenly, the bandit leader swung out his chain hammer, the iron chain with barbs flying through the air.

Tu Yanfei flew backwards, her toes barely touching the ground. Her soft sword traced an arc, entangled the chain hammer, and she used the force to swing into the air.

At that moment, the image of "Xiang Tiange" fighting fiercely against the enemy flashed through her mind, and a surge of power welled up in her heart, making her fearless of danger.

"Watch out!" Gu Lu's exclamation was swallowed up by the sandstorm.

Five men suddenly rushed out from the bandit group, forming an "Iron Pagoda Formation" with steel shields. The serrated edges of the shields gleamed with a bluish-green poison.

Tu Yanfei's pupils contracted sharply. With a flick of his sleeve, two iron nails shot out, striking the wrists of the two bandits.

Amidst screams, the wrists of the two bandits were mangled and bloody, their veins severed.

Despite the bloody scene, Tu Yanfei felt no fear, only a single thought: he must uphold the chivalry of "Xiang Tiange".

Seeing the situation was dire, the one-eyed man suddenly blew his bone whistle. Hundreds of bandits surged out from behind the sand dunes, unleashing a hail of arrows from their crossbows.

Tu Yanfei shouted loudly, waved his long sleeves, and the energy shield he condensed blocked all the arrows. But then a crisp "crack" was heard, and the energy shield cracked.

"They're using armor-piercing iron arrows!" Gu Yi swung his sword to deflect the incoming projectiles, his robes already slashed with several bloody marks.

Tu Yanfei gritted her teeth, and the soft sword suddenly flew out of her hand, turning into a streak of green light in the air.

With a swift wave of her jade hand, she unleashed the move "Azure Phoenix Returns to Its Nest," and the red silk on the sword hilt coiled around the bandit leader's neck like a serpent.

The one-eyed man stared wide-eyed and struggled desperately, but was strangled until his face turned blue and purple.

She looked at the one-eyed man struggling in his death throes, feeling no pity whatsoever. Only one voice cried out: I want to become stronger, strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, the leader!
"Fire arrows! Fire arrows now!" the remaining bandits roared frantically.

Tu Yanfei touched the ground with her toes, spun three times in the air, and dodged the dense rain of arrows.

She reached out and recalled the soft sword, its blade already stained with blood.

With a sharp cry, she unleashed the "Xiao Shi Riding the Dragon" move, her soft sword transforming into countless streaks of light. Wherever it struck, bandits fell to the ground, their severed limbs scattered across the sand. Each swing of her sword seemed to prove to "Xiang Tiange": I can do it, I can uphold this chivalry for you, my leader.

Gu Lu thrust his longsword repeatedly, pinning the last bandit to the camel's back.

He wiped the blood from his face, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at Tu Yanfei: "Junior Sister, your left shoulder..."

Tu Yanfei then noticed that his left shoulder had been chafed by the bone-piercing nail, and the wound had turned a strange black color.

She channeled her inner strength to expel the toxins from her body, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, but she smiled and said, "It's nothing."

In her heart, what did this little bit of pain matter? As long as she could protect the Northwest branch of the Beggars' Sect for "Xiang Tiange," everything was worth it.

The caravan leader stepped forward, trembling, offering gold and silver treasures as a token of gratitude.

Tu Yanfei waved his hand, looked into the distance, and said in a soft but firm voice, "Our Beggars' Sect upholds chivalry and fights injustice. As long as the people are safe and happy, that's all that matters!"

She knew that every effort she made for the Beggars' Sect was for "Xiang Tiange" and was moving closer to "Xiang Tiange".

This feeling, this longing, had long been deeply rooted in her heart, growing stronger with each bloody battle and each sacrifice.

This land of Gansu has witnessed her growth and her unwavering affection for "Xiangtiange".

As the sun sank completely below the horizon, its crimson afterglow transformed the sand dunes into a scene of carnage.

Tu Yanfei looked at the mess on the ground and drew a deep mark on the sand with her soft sword.

She knew that this was only the beginning of the Northwest branch's establishment, and that more bloodshed and turmoil awaited them ahead.

The sword in her hand will surely carve a bloody path for the Beggars' Sect and for "Xiang Tiange" in this vast desert.

The caravan leader was extremely grateful to Tu Yanfei for refusing to accept money.

Tu Yanfei simply smiled and said, "When caravans travel in the future, those who fly a green bamboo flag are brothers of the Beggars' Sect."

The wind of Longyuan, carrying fine sand, gently brushed against Tu Yanfei's temples. Standing atop the branch headquarters, she gazed at the Silk Road winding into the distance, the newly added bamboo markers appearing and disappearing in the twilight. Her fingertips unconsciously caressed the black iron token, the icy touch reminding her of the warmth of that person's palm. Every establishment, every intelligence network, seemed to be paving the way for "Xiang Tiange's" return.

Inside the city of Lanzhou, red candles flickered in the "Juxianzhuang" casino, where the sounds of dice rolling and shouts filled the air.

Tu Yanfei leaned against the carved window of the second-floor private room, watching the various socialites below clinking glasses and exchanging toasts. News flowed into the branch headquarters like spring water amidst the hustle and bustle. She knew that every piece of intelligence behind this prosperity was contributing to the Beggars' Sect's growth and to "Xiang Tiange's" advancement. The stronger the Beggars' Sect became, the closer she seemed to be to "Xiang Tiange's" success.

Late that night, the cries of the people of Liangzhou shattered the tranquility of the branch headquarters. Tu Yanfei rushed to the front yard under the moonlight and saw the old man kneeling on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. But the image of "Xiang Tiange" standing up for justice when he saw injustice appeared before his eyes.

"Junior Sister, this county magistrate is backed by the Governor-General of Shaanxi and Gansu!" Gu Yi blocked the way, his voice full of worry.

Tu Yanfei turned around, her glassy eyes reflecting the cold moonlight, her resolve as firm as a rock: "The way of chivalry, why should we fear the powerful and wealthy?"

Her voice was soft, yet every word carried immense weight.

The Heavenly Silkworm Skill quietly began to circulate, and a silver light appeared in her palm. At that moment, Tu Yanfei seemed to see "Xiang Tiange" standing beside her, with an unruly smile, fighting alongside her.

Inside the county government office, the magistrate was enjoying himself with a young woman when a silver streak flashed outside the window, instantly binding the magistrate.

Looking at the terrified eyes of the corrupt official, Tu Yanfei had only one thought in his mind: I want to ensure that there are no more oppressors in this Northwest region, just as you, Chief, wish.

Three days later, the people surrounded the gate of the camp and presented the evidence of Tu Yanfei's crimes that he had secretly collected.

When the governor was forced to dismiss the county magistrate and investigate him under pressure, the people of the Northwest cheered and the title "Jade-faced Guanyin" spread throughout the streets and alleys.

Tu Yanfei stood atop the branch city wall, listening to the people's praise, but she only hoped that the sound could be carried by the wind to that person's ears, so that "Xiang Tiange" would know that she was striving to become someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated at the branch's training ground.

Tu Yanfei invited Elder Xiao Heling of the Huashan Sword Sect to oversee the process. As she watched her disciples diligently dissect the newly created moves, her thoughts drifted away again.

Xiao Heling's longsword moved like a dragon as he demonstrated "Dragon Abyss Leads the Phoenix": "Using softness to transform hardness into strength is just right for the characteristics of your Beggars' Sect's Dog-Beating Staff Technique. Although you have only learned three or two moves of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique, if you incorporate the Huashan Sword Technique, it will enhance the three or two moves you have learned."

Looking at this scene, Tu Yanfei recalled the powerful and domineering aura of "Xiang Tiange" when he unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. He secretly vowed to improve the martial arts of the Beggar Clan disciples so that when "Xiang Tiange" once again set foot on the Northwest, he would see an even stronger Beggar Clan.

Tu Yanfei personally drafted a system of rewards and punishments, stipulating that the winner of the monthly martial arts competition would receive a fragment of the Xuan Tie token.

The martial arts arena was filled with the deafening sounds of battle every day, and even the cooks secretly learned a few moves for self-defense.

Looking at his disciples' passion and hard work, Tu Yanfei seemed to see the future hope of the Beggars' Sect.

And this hope is the dream she guards for "Xiang Tiange".

As night fell, Tu Yanfei leaned alone against the branch city tower.

In the distance, the newly built watchtowers twinkled like stars fallen to earth.

Tu Yanfei stroked the black iron token, recalling Shi Feiyang's departing figure, and murmured, "Chief Xiang, I will make this Northwest branch the Beggars' Clan's strongest bulwark..."

The wind brushed her face, drying the tears that had unknowingly slipped from the corners of her eyes, but it could not dispel the persistent longing and unwavering belief in her heart.

The twilight over Xiangyang, carrying the dampness of the Han River, turned the ancient city walls a bluish-gray.

Shi Feiyang, carrying Lu Chenzhou, used the "Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles" technique. When he landed, not a speck of dust rose from his clothes. Only the deerskin bag at his waist was slightly warm, as if echoing the remaining heroic spirit of this ancient city.

Lu Chenzhou was completely captivated by Shi Feiyang's lightness skill. To help Shi Feiyang recruit talent, he specially led him to Xiangyang City to visit some renowned martial arts masters. At this moment, Lu Chenzhou gazed at the faded vermilion plaque of the "Tiangang Martial Arts Hall" before him, his fingertips trembling slightly: "Chief Xiang, Shen Changle's 'Tiangang Finger,' combined with the Bagua directions, is incredibly unpredictable..."

"The more extraordinary the feat, the more we should witness it." Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes flashed with a cold light as he pushed open the door and entered.

Amidst the carved beams and painted rafters, the scent of sandalwood mingled with the stench of blood wafted through the air—more than a dozen disciples were practicing finger techniques in the hall, the force of their fingers carving honeycomb-like dents into the bluestone floor. Standing in the center was Shen Changle, nearly forty years old, dressed in a moon-white robe embroidered with the Big Dipper. He stroked his beard and sneered, "Lu Chenzhou, ten years have passed, and you've learned to bring outsiders to cause trouble?"

"Sect Leader Shen, you misunderstand." Shi Feiyang took half a step forward, and as he clasped his hands, his sleeve slipped down, revealing the crystalline light flowing in his palm. "I am Xiang Tiange, the leader of the Beggar Clan. I have long admired the power of the Heavenly Gang Finger and have specially asked Brother Lu to bring me here to pay my respects."

"The Beggars' Sect?" Luo Jinyuan's sneer came from behind the screen.

The leader of the "Wind and Thunder Fan Technique" strode out, holding a large, dark fan. The four wild, cursive characters "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds" on the fan were still wet. "A beggar wants to recruit a major martial arts sect? He'd better get past my brother first!"

Shen Changle suddenly stepped forward, his fingertips glowing with a blue light: "Since that's the case, then I'll show you the power of the Heavenly Dipper Finger!"

Before he finished speaking, twelve finger shadows sealed off all of Shi Feiyang's major acupoints. Where the finger winds passed, fine beads of blood seeped out of the wooden pillar.

At the same time, Luo Jinyuan waved his fan, the gentle force of "swaying willows in the wind" wrapping around Shen Changle's fierceness, forming a killing formation that balanced yin and yang.

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor evaded, but instead unleashed the "Dragon Appears in the Field" technique with both palms. The golden dragon shadow roared and shattered the finger wind, but Shen Changle's figure mysteriously disappeared into the Bagua formation. "Be careful!" Lu Chenzhou's exclamation was barely finished when three finger shadows suddenly attacked from behind Shi Feiyang.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang's Heavenly Silkworm Skill suddenly surged with silver light, and the silkworm threads wrapped around the finger strength like a spider web, actually causing Shen Changle's internal force to rebound.

Upon seeing this, Luo Jinyuan suddenly unfurled his large black fan: "Wind sweeps away fallen leaves!" The fan's shadow transformed into a sky full of blades of wind, and wherever it passed, beams and pillars snapped.

Shi Feiyang spun around and leaped into the air. The force of his "Flying Dragon in the Sky" palm strike collided with the fan, and the explosion sent tiles flying.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Changle closed in, aiming his "Heavenly Gang Breaking Mountain Finger" straight at Shi Feiyang's face. When his fingertip was only three inches away from Shi Feiyang's brow, a silver thread wrapped around his wrist. "Good skill!" Shi Feiyang laughed, and the silkworm thread that was spitting out from his palm suddenly contracted, pulling Shen Changle forward and causing him to stagger.

Luo Jinyuan shouted and unleashed his full power with "Wind Sweep Away Clouds," instantly engulfing the entire hall in a hurricane.

Shi Feiyang stood firm in the eye of the storm, unleashing a powerful palm strike that shook the wind to pieces, like a raging torrent.

Shen Changle suddenly bit his tongue, and the blood that spurted out condensed into the Big Dipper pattern in the air: "Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation!"

The twelve finger shadows intertwined with Luo Jinyuan's fan shadows to form a death vortex, and wherever they passed, the ground collapsed with a deafening roar.

A cold light flashed in Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes. His Mingyu Gong protective body emitted a jade-colored light, and the Heavenly Silkworm Silk poured down like a silver river, instantly piercing through the center of the vortex.

Luo Jinyuan's black fan suddenly flew out of his hand, becoming a useless piece of metal after being entangled in the silkworm silk. Shen Changle's finger strength also crumbled inch by inch under the silkworm silk's binding. He stared at his trembling hands, his face ashen: "This... what kind of martial art is this?"

By this time, very few people in the martial arts world knew about the Mingyu Skill.

Shi Feiyang stood up after finishing his practice, his body still covered in dust: "Sect Leader Shen's Heavenly Gang Finger and Sect Leader Luo's Wind and Thunder Fan are both unparalleled skills in the martial arts world. However, when the two are combined, they become enemies and lose their power."

Lu Chenzhou let out a long sigh of relief and stepped forward, saying, "Brother Shen, Brother Luo, Chief Xiang's ambition is to overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming. If we could get your help..."

Luo Jinyuan stared at the faint silver threads appearing in Shi Feiyang's palm, then suddenly threw the broken fan to the ground: "Fine! If you can withstand three of my full-force moves, my Wind and Thunder Fan will join the Beggars' Sect!"

Shen Changle wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with resentment: "I'll gladly play the Heavenly Gang Finger!" Shi Feiyang laughed loudly, the copper bell on the deerskin bag shaking off the remaining snow from the eaves: "Please!" His aura surged, the dragon roar of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms intertwined with the buzzing of the Heavenly Silkworm Skill.

Luo Jinyuan roared and swung his black fan so tightly that it was impenetrable, unleashing the second force of the "Wind Sweeps Away the Clouds" technique.

The countless fan shadows transformed into twelve hurricanes, cracking the blue brick ground inch by inch as they passed, with debris shooting out like bullets.

Shen Changle stepped on the Bagua position, and his "Tiangang Finger" transformed into thirty-six phantom images. The green light emitted from his fingertips actually cut the air with a subtle crackling sound, intertwining with the fan wind to form a Yin-Yang strangulation array.

Shi Feiyang stood tall in the center of the formation, his glassy eyes as cold as stars.

He raised both palms, their silver and gold lights reflecting off each other. He simultaneously activated the Heavenly Silkworm Skill and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, unleashing the move "Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use." His powerful palm force, as deep as a still mountain, condensed into a shield of energy in front of him, shattering all the bricks and tiles that were hurtling towards him.

Luo Jinyuan's fan struck the air shield, producing a deafening roar. The shockwave ripped off the roof tiles and poured down like a torrential rain.

Shen Changle seized the opening and aimed his "Heavenly Gang Piercing Cloud Finger" directly at Shi Feiyang's throat.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang vanished like a ghost, and the next moment he appeared at the eye of the Bagua formation. He unleashed the move "Dragon Appears in the Field," and a golden dragon shadow roared out. Wherever his palm strike reached, the formation instantly became chaotic.

Luo Jinyuan was terrified and hurriedly waved his folding fan, using the move "Wind Sweeps Fallen Leaves" to try to regain his footing. However, he saw the silkworm silk that Shi Feiyang spat out from his palm emerge like a snake from its hole. The silver threads pierced through the fan's shadow and wrapped around his wrist.

"Watch out!" Shen Changle rushed over, his fingers flying everywhere, trying to rescue Luo Jinyuan.

Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed. With a light wave of his left hand, several silver threads shot out and accurately struck Shen Changle's vital acupoints.

Shen Changle felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His movements suddenly froze, and he felt his internal energy running wildly through his meridians, making it difficult to concentrate.

Luo Jinyuan struggled fiercely, his large black fan waving out patterns, trying to sever the silkworm's silk.

Shi Feiyang, however, moved with ghostly speed, his right hand forming a claw as he unleashed the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" move! The force of his palm, accompanied by the roar of a dragon, slammed heavily onto the fan. With a deafening boom, the dark fan shattered into pieces, and Luo Jinyuan was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Shi Feiyang did not press his advantage, but instead withdrew his palm and stood still, his aura returning to calm. He looked at the two men, whose faces were filled with shock, and said in a deep voice, "You two are exceptionally skilled in martial arts, but there are still flaws in your coordination. If you could work together in harmony, your power would be far greater than this."

Shen Changle circulated his internal energy to resolve the disordered internal forces within his body, and his gaze towards Shi Feiyang held a hint of admiration: "Chief Xiang's martial arts are unparalleled, and I, Shen, am truly convinced. However, why didn't you harm the two of us?"

Shi Feiyang smiled slightly, a hint of warmth flashing in his glassy eyes: "The Beggars' Sect is eager for talent, and both of you are rare talents in the martial arts world. I, Shi... cough cough, Xiang Tiange only wishes to work together with you all to achieve great things, not to make enemies."

Luo Jinyuan struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed loudly, "Good! For Chief Xiang's magnanimity, my Wind and Thunder Fan will henceforth follow the Beggars' Sect's lead!" Shen Changle pondered for a moment, then clasped his hands and said, "The Heavenly Gang Finger is willing to follow Chief Xiang to overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming!" (End of this chapter)