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

“Brother Xiang’s ‘Heavenly Silkworm Skill’ can shred fine steel, but it can’t cut through my embroidery needle.” She suddenly raised her face, her eyes full of cunning, and her slender fingers suddenly hooked his chin. “Don’t believe me? Look!” Before she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist, and the silver thread hidden in her sleeve wrapped around Shi Feiyang’s wrist like a snake.

These silver threads were made by her in imitation of the Heavenly Silkworm Technique. Although they lacked the support of internal energy, their advantage lay in their unexpectedness.

Shi Feiyang raised an eyebrow and chuckled, about to use his internal energy to break the silver thread, when he saw her suddenly release it and cling to him like an octopus: "Master, spare me! This move, 'Beauty Throws into My Arms,' is the best move without using any moves!"

Suddenly, a flock of egrets swept across the lake, their wingtips shattering the golden scales that filled the lake.

Zhou Weirou took the opportunity to straddle his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, the silver bells in her hair jingling with her movements: "Tell Big Brother that my 'dog-turning-the-sky' technique wasn't strong enough," she deliberately leaned closer, her eyelashes brushing against the tip of his nose, "Then how about this kind of strength?" As she spoke, she gently bit his lip, and before Shi Feiyang could react, she jumped away with a laugh.

Shi Feiyang reached out to grab it, but only managed to catch a strand of hair that smelled of jasmine. Zhou Weirou hid three steps away, tilting her head and blinking her big, watery eyes: "If the gang leader catches me, I'll... I'll let you kiss me as much as you want!"

After speaking, she lifted her skirt and ran along the lakeside like a deer, the arc of her pink skirt revealing the girl's bold and passionate thoughts.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, ruffling the stray hairs around her ears.

Zhou Weirou slumped down at Shi Feiyang's feet, her eyes reddening as she looked up, her fingertips tracing the calluses on the back of his hand. "Brother Xiang always says the martial world is treacherous," she suddenly grasped his hand and pressed it to her heart, "but for me, the most treacherous thing is... your captivating eyes." Before Shi Feiyang could answer, Zhou Weirou had already straddled his lap, her nose almost touching his. "Tell me," she said, "what method should I use to keep this great leader of the Xiang Gang by my side forever?"

As Shi Feiyang gazed at the cunning and deep affection flickering in her eyes, his Dao heart, which had remained steadfast for over a hundred years, suddenly resounded.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhou Weirou suddenly covered his mouth: "Don't speak!" She leaned close to his ear and whispered, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, "Now it's my turn to teach you a move called 'Soft Jade Entangling Dragon'."

As she spoke, she buried her face in Shi Feiyang's neck and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist like vines. "Brother Xiang, you must remember this well—the most powerful martial art in the world is the one that makes people willingly... surrender."

The sound of a fisherman rowing his oars came from afar, startling a flock of gulls and egrets.

The figures embracing by the lake have long been the most touching scene in the picturesque Jiangnan landscape. Zhou Weirou quietly looked up and saw the blush on Shi Feiyang's ears, and a sly smile appeared on her lips—she had never intended to lose this contest of attraction.

At this moment, Zhang Yi, nicknamed "White Streak in the Waves," came running over without any sense of propriety and shouted, "Shopkeeper, there's a letter for you!"

He ran up to Shi Feiyang and handed him a letter.

Zhou Weirou blushed with embarrassment, glared at Zhang Yi, then slipped out of Shi Feiyang's arms and jumped onto the painted boat.

Zhang Yi whispered to Shi Feiyang, "Boss, the leader of the Red Flower Society invites you to a gathering tonight!" Shi Feiyang nodded.

As night falls, the painted boats on Taihu Lake are brightly lit.

Yu Wanting raised his glass and laughed, "Chief Xiang, your gang's 'openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass' strategy is truly ingenious! I never imagined that Chief Xiang would establish the Northwest Branch and Xiangyang Branch in just a few months and recruit so many martial arts prodigies."

Master Wuchen stroked his one-armed arm and couldn't help but exclaim, "What's even more wonderful is that he brought out the secret elixir from the gang leader. Treating his disciple so generously, how can the gang members not be willing to fight to the death?"

Just as Shi Feiyang was about to respond, Zhou Weirou quietly slipped a piece of osmanthus cake into his palm: "Try it. I had the kitchen at Guihualou make this, and I added your favorite candied fruit." Her voice was soft, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

Shi Feiyang took a bite, and the sweet flavor spread in his mouth. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "It's more delicious than any delicacy I've ever eaten."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weirou's lips curled into a sweet smile, her heart filled with joy.

The members of the Red Flower Society envied Shi Feiyang and Zhou Weirou for their public display of affection.

After several rounds of drinks, the group began to discuss the details of the alliance.

Zhao Banshan frowned: "Information sharing is good, but how can we ensure that confidential information is not leaked?"

Shi Feiyang pondered for a moment, then took out a carrier pigeon made by the Beggars' Sect: "These carrier pigeons can recognize their master's whistle and only recognize secret messages written with a specific blood scent." He turned to look at Zhou Weirou, "Weirou's soft whip is coated with a special potion, which can be used to write." Zhou Weirou felt a warmth in her heart, her eyes filled with tenderness: "As long as you need me, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Although her voice was soft, everyone on the pleasure boat could hear it clearly.

Yu Wanting laughed heartily: "Chief Xiang is so fortunate! With such a beautiful woman to assist you, how can you not accomplish great things?"

As night deepened, Shi Feiyang and Zhou Weirou stood side by side at the bow of the boat.

The moonlight shone on Taihu Lake, making it sparkle.

Zhou Weirou leaned gently on Shi Feiyang's shoulder: "Tell me, what will happen to us once the anti-Qing cause is accomplished?"

Shi Feiyang put his arm around her waist and said firmly, "At that time, we will travel all over the beautiful land and no longer be bothered by the conflicts of the martial world."

Zhou Weirou looked up, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Under the moonlight, their figures were closely intertwined, as if time had stood still.

The news of the alliance between the Beggars' Sect and the Red Flower Society spread like wildfire throughout the martial arts world. The joining of these two anti-Qing forces was like the convergence of two dragons, instantly stirring up the winds of change in the martial arts world, and all forces were swept into this turbulent wave.

Inside the red walls of the Forbidden City, Emperor Yongzheng slammed a secret report onto his desk, leaving cracks in the sandalwood tabletop.

The commander of the Sticky Rod Office, Etu, trembled all over, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead: "Your Majesty, the Beggars' Sect and the Red Flower Society have been communicating with each other and have recently intercepted three batches of tribute silver in Jiangnan, and have also rescued hundreds of conscripted men!"

Emperor Yongzheng abruptly pulled out his vermilion brush from his desk and circled various places in Jiangnan on the map, the vermilion ink dripping like blood: "Send down the order, at all costs, to dismantle these two major threats!" From then on, the Qing court intensified its control over the martial arts world, with strict checks at various checkpoints, and bounties flying to the martial arts world like snowflakes, offering huge rewards for the capture of members of the two factions, plunging the martial arts world into a state of utter desolation.

The gangs, large and small, that used to fight their own battles are now forced to re-evaluate their positions.

Although renowned sects such as Shaolin and Wudang did not publicly express their stance, they were secretly on guard and strengthened the defenses of their mountain gates.

When addressing his disciples, the Emei Sect leader gazed at the vast sea of ​​clouds below the mountain with a solemn expression: "The alliance between these two sects has disrupted the balance of the martial world. From now on, we must be extremely careful in our actions." Some gangs that had originally been affiliated with the Qing government, such as the Bagua Sect and the Five Poisons Sect, were even more uneasy.

The leader of the Bagua Sect summoned his confidants overnight. In the secret room, the candlelight flickered: "The Red Flower Society and the Beggars' Sect have joined forces. We are afraid that our business in Jiangnan is doomed. We must quickly pledge our loyalty to the imperial court!" At the same time, many righteous wandering martial artists were inspired by the righteous deeds of the two major gangs and flocked to join them. The balance of power in the martial arts world was thus tilted.

In the teahouses and taverns of Yangzhou, a storyteller slammed his gavel and, spittle flying, recounted the heroic deeds of the Beggars' Sect and the Red Flower Society in robbing the rich to help the poor: "Ladies and gentlemen! When Xiang Tiange, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, wields his Dog-Beating Stick and unleashes the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the earth trembles; when Yu Wanting, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, summons his Universe in his sleeve, heroes gather at the Red Flower Order! They robbed the ill-gotten gains of corrupt officials and distributed them to us poor people—these are the true heroes of the Jianghu!"

The audience was thrilled and cheered loudly, and the teahouse was filled with thunderous applause.

In the streets and alleys, children played and sang newly composed nursery rhymes: "Red flowers are bright, bamboo sticks are green, overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming to save the people!" The gathering of popular support gave the two major factions a more solid backing, and made the Qing government feel like it had a thorn in its side.

Beneath the surface of a seemingly harmonious alliance, turbulent undercurrents are brewing.

In the middle of the night on a pleasure boat, Zhao Banshan, known as "Thousand-Handed Tathagata" of the Red Flower Society, said to Yu Wanting with great concern: "Brother, the Beggars' Sect is powerful, and Xiang Tiange is too dazzling. Our brothers in the Red Flower Society have some complaints in private, and they are worried that they will be overshadowed in the future."

Yu Wanting stroked his long beard, his gaze deep: "Chief Xiang is indeed a dragon among men, but with a formidable enemy at hand, we must unite as one. Go and reassure the brothers, tell them that once the anti-Qing cause is accomplished, there will be no shortage of opportunities to make a name for ourselves."

In the manager's room of Guihua Tower, the flickering candlelight reflected on the sandalwood octagonal table. Elder Peng stroked his graying beard, his withered fingers tapping heavily on the table: "Chief, those people from the Red Flower Society are as cunning as foxes, we..."

Shi Feiyang gazed at the sycamore leaves falling in the autumn rain outside the window, the black iron token gleaming coldly in his palm: "Elder Peng, the cause of overthrowing the Qing is like rowing against the current. Although the Red Flower Society has old grudges, their connections in the canal transport in Jiangnan..."

Before the words were finished, a light sound was heard from the copper bells on the eaves, and a figure carrying the fragrance of jasmine burst through the door.

"Brother Xiang!" Zhou Weirou, her wide sleeves fluttering, rushed into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

Her hair was loosely tied up, with raindrops clinging to her forehead, but her eyes, as clear as autumn water, shone with an astonishing brightness: "I heard you're going to deal with the Red Flower Society, and you're not taking me with you? I haven't even used my 'honey trap' yet!" she said, reaching out to grab his collar.

Shi Feiyang smiled and took her mischievous hand in his. He felt a chill when he touched her cold fingertips: "It's raining so hard outside, why didn't you put on a warmer coat?" Zhou Weirou, however, wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled his chin with her nose: "I was thinking of you, how could I care about the cold?"

She suddenly stood on tiptoe and bit his earlobe, "But Chief, you've been discussing matters with Elder Peng for so long, don't you miss me?"

Elder Peng blushed and hurriedly stood up: "This subordinate takes his leave..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Weirou flicked out a beaded curtain, creating a hazy, private space within the study. Her fingertips hooked around Shi Feiyang's belt as she retreated step by step, her eyes full of allure: "Want Brother to write a secret letter?"

She suddenly pressed down on his hand holding the brush, spreading a blot of ink on the rice paper. "But people think this paper is too cold, it doesn't feel right..."

Shi Feiyang felt a softness in his arms as she pulled him down onto the carved bed.

The quilt still held the scent of her favorite camphor, mixed with the lingering rainwater from her hair. Zhou Weirou nestled against his chest, her fingertips tracing circles on his heart: "Before the New Year, atop Misty Peak, when I secretly watched you practice your sword, I was thinking..."

She suddenly bit his Adam's apple, "When can we bring this cold god down from his pedestal?"

Shi Feiyang's breath hitched, but then she suddenly sat up, pulling open her clothes to reveal a cinnabar mole on her neck: "Tell my elder brother I'm like a little fox," she said, her black hair falling as she leaned forward, obscuring their intertwined faces, "But if a fox falls in love..."

Before she finished speaking, she had already captured his lips, the sweet aroma of apricot wine filling his mouth.

The autumn rain outside the window is getting heavier, pattering on the banana leaves.

The curtains swayed gently, telling of the passionate love between these people of the martial world.

In the small courtyard behind Guihua Tower, crabapple petals, glistening with raindrops, fluttered down. Zhou Weirou, draped in Shi Feiyang's dark cloak, leaned against the carved wooden window, watching the figure walking towards her with an umbrella in the courtyard, a gentle smile unconsciously curving her lips.

She gently twirled the jasmine blossom at her temple, watching as her husband's robe swept across the puddles on the bluestone pavement, reflecting his familiar figure in a fragmented yet remarkably clear way.

"Why are you standing in the wind again?" Shi Feiyang stepped across the threshold, his eyes filled with concern. He took off his outer robe and wrapped it around her thin shoulders, his brows furrowing slightly as his fingertips touched her cold earlobe. "Is the medicine ready?"

Zhou Weirou snuggled into his arms, her hair brushing against his chin: "I knew you cared about me, my husband."

She tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling with the coquettishness of newlyweds, "But the medicine is too bitter, I have to have you feed it to me."

As the medicine bowl was brought to her lips, Zhou Weirou suddenly turned her head and lightly licked the fingers holding the bowl with her tongue: "Compared to medicine, my husband's hands are sweeter." Seeing Shi Feiyang's helpless yet doting gaze, she obediently took the porcelain spoon into her mouth, but after swallowing the bitter medicine, she suddenly hooked her arms around his neck and transferred the lingering fragrance of the medicine into his mouth: "Now my husband has tasted bitterness too, so you must be even more loving towards me in the future."

In the study as night fell, the candlelight cast their shadows upon the "Map of Defenses in Jiangnan." Zhou Weirou leaned against Shi Feiyang's lap, her slender hand lightly tapping the map with a wolf-hair brush. "The Grand Canal Gang has been making unusual moves in Yangzhou recently," she said, a silver bell jingling softly in her hair as she turned her head. "But don't worry, sir, I've already had my undercover agents keeping an eye on them." She placed the brush on the inkstone, turned, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "As for you, you're always busy with gang affairs..."

Her fingertips traced the dark circles under his eyes. "It's time for Madam to give him some proper care."

Shi Feiyang grabbed her mischievous hand, but she pinned it to the desk. As Zhou Weirou leaned over, strands of her hair fell, brushing against his chest with a tingling, itchy sensation: "Does my husband know the story of 'a beautiful woman adding fragrance to the night while reading'?" She unbuttoned the first button of his robe. "Today I'll show you." Before she finished speaking, her lips gently touched his Adam's apple, feeling his breath quicken beneath her.

At dawn, Zhou Weirou carried a bamboo basket to the kitchen, the magnolia blossom in her hair glistening with dew. Passing the martial arts training ground, she bumped into Shi Feiyang instructing his disciples. Leaning against a vermilion pillar, she smiled faintly. When her husband glanced at her, she waved the bamboo basket in her hand: "I'll make you crab roe soup dumplings for lunch. Remember to come back for dinner." She then blew him a kiss, and as she turned, her skirt billowed, startling the white doves resting under the eaves.

When Shi Feiyang, covered in dust from his journey, stepped into the inner room, the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms filled the air.

Zhou Weirou knelt on the soft couch, applying a warm towel to his face: "How did the acquisition of the silk merchant go this time?"

She ran her fingertips over the fine lines between his brows. "Look how furrowed your brows are, they could almost trap a fly." Before he could answer, she fed him a peeled longan. "Eat something sweet first, to chase away the bitterness."

In the embroidery room late at night, Zhou Weirou sewed a wristband by moonlight, her stitches as fine as her thoughts. Shi Feiyang wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "Why are you staying up so late again?" Zhou Weirou held up the half-finished wristband, on which a lifelike dragon was embroidered in gold thread: "I made it for you," she said, turning to give him a light kiss on the lips, "No matter how dangerous things get in the future, with the dragon I embroidered protecting you, you'll surely turn misfortune into good fortune."

Another crabapple petal fell outside the window, landing squarely on their clasped hands. Zhou Weirou gazed at their intertwined fingers and gently rested her head on her husband's shoulder: "My dear, from now on, let's stay like this, watching the misty rain of Jiangnan, and guarding the Beggars' Sect..."

Her voice gradually lowered, "Are you alright?" Shi Feiyang tightened his arms, holding her even closer. The moonlight outside the window flowed quietly, forever etching the figures of this perfect couple into the still night of Suzhou.

The morning mist over Suzhou had not yet dissipated when Zhou Weirou walked barefoot across the cool bluestone slabs, her hair casually tied up, a black hair ribbon left behind by Shi Feiyang yesterday wrapped around her wrist. Leaning against the kitchen doorframe, she gazed at the tall figure in the center of the martial arts arena, her glassy eyes reflecting the frosty sword aura rising as her husband danced with his sword. A burning pain welled up in her heart—not sadness, but the throbbing ache of love to the extreme.

"Master!" she suddenly shouted, tossing out the freshly steamed crab roe buns.

Shi Feiyang spun around and caught it, the sword tassel sweeping away half a tree of crabapple blossoms.

Zhou Weirou ran and jumped into his arms, her fingertips tracing the sweat on the back of his neck: "You've practiced your swordsmanship so fiercely, are you planning to abandon me and become a lone wolf?" As she spoke, she bit his Adam's apple, "If you dare to leave, I'll tie you to the head of the bed with silkworm silk, and you'll only be allowed to watch over me day and night." The candlelight flickered in the study, and Shi Feiyang was bent over his desk revising confidential documents.

Zhou Weirou climbed barefoot onto the desk, her silk nightgown slipping off her shoulders. She lightly kicked aside the bamboo slips on the desk with her delicate feet. "Don't look," she said, straddling his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "You smell of another woman." In reality, it was just the scent of the Grand Canal Gang leader's rouge, but it made her eyes redden. "Tell me, have you found someone new?" Shi Feiyang was about to defend himself when she bit his lip. Zhou Weirou's tongue, sweet with apricot blossom honey, mingled with a sob of grievance: "If you betray me, I'll burn this entire city of Suzhou to the ground, so the whole world knows that Xiang Tiange's wife is madly in love with him!" She suddenly burst into laughter through her tears, her fingertips tracing his chest. "I'll give you my heart, let you knead it as you please."

In the embroidery room late at night, Zhou Weirou knelt before Shi Feiyang, holding the newly embroidered soft nail polish and looking up at it.

The candlelight shattered into stars in her pupils, and there were still traces of tears at the corners of her eyes: "There are three hundred and sixty-five twin lotus flowers embroidered on this," she said, her voice trembling, "every stitch pierced through my fingertips."

As she spoke, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest, saying, "Feel it, this is all you, there's no room for anyone else." When Shi Feiyang had to rush to Xiangyang overnight for his mission, Zhou Weirou chased after him barefoot to the dock, her long hair dancing wildly in the night wind.

She clutched his clothes, tears mingling with the river water, soaking her lapel: "If you dare to leave, I'll jump in and let the water ghosts of Taihu Lake haunt you for all eternity!" Seeing his hesitation, she suddenly burst into laughter through her tears, tiptoed and bit his earlobe: "But if you return safely..." her tongue licked his reddened ear, "I'll treat myself as the sweetest dessert, for you to savor."

In winter, the ancient Red Cliff is covered by a thin layer of frost, like an old man dressed in silver, quietly telling the story of a thousand years of vicissitudes. As the first rays of dawn appear, layers of mist rise from the river, hazy and mysterious, enveloping everything in a soft and distant dream.

A cold wind swept by, causing the bare branches along the riverbank to sway gracefully and rustle, echoing the occasional evening songs of fishing boats in the distance, creating a tranquil yet slightly desolate winter scene.

The rocks of Chibi appear even more rugged under the winter sun, each stone seemingly telling the story of that war-torn history.

The river flows gently, carrying a slight chill.

Occasionally, a few water birds skim across the river, leaving behind a trail of ripples.

As the sun sets, its afterglow spills onto the river, creating shimmering golden waves—a truly breathtaking sight.

Chibi Valley is a narrow valley with Danxia landforms, featuring red cliffs that are both rugged and beautiful.

A river flows in front of the Red Cliff Valley, connecting to the Yangtze River. A stream flows through the valley floor. The two walls are made of red sandstone and conglomerate. Millions of years of wind and rain erosion have shaped the walls into all sorts of strange shapes, showcasing a tranquil and profound beauty.

The crimson cliffs were even more vibrant against the backdrop of white snow, and the stream at the bottom of the valley had frozen over, forming streaks of silvery-white ice. Accompanied by Lu Chenzhou, Shen Changle and Luo Jinyuan from the Xiangyang branch of the Beggars' Sect, and together with Wuchen Daoist, Zhao Banshan, and Wen Tailai, heroes of the Red Flower Society, they arrived at Ghost King Valley.

According to the intelligence provided by Shen Changle, Li Kui, a disciple of the Wudang Soul-Chasing Sword Sect, came here to live and take on disciples after leaving his sect. However, under the influence of the Jianghu (martial arts world), he actually used living people to refine elixirs.

In the Xiangyang area, young girls were frequently disappearing. This case caught the attention of the Beggars' Sect disciples, who, after monitoring Ghost King Valley for several months, finally discovered the source of the problem. Therefore, considering the Beggars' Sect's insufficient strength, Shi Feiyang rallied the heroes of the Red Flower Society, his allies, to carry out justice on behalf of Heaven.

The north wind swept through the secluded valley of Chibi, carrying fine snow. Against the backdrop of the white snow, the red cliffs resembled ancient battle flags soaked in blood.

The river water in front of the valley rushes into the river carrying broken ice, making a loud noise. The stream at the bottom of the valley has long been frozen, and it shines with a cold silver light in the sunlight, which contrasts with the red rock walls, like a breathtaking picture of hell.

Millions of years of wind and rain erosion have sculpted the two walls into bizarre shapes, some resembling ferocious demons, others like sharp swords pointing to the sky. A chilling atmosphere permeates the silent canyon.

Shi Feiyang and the others carefully moved forward along the ice. He was dressed in a black outfit, and his glassy eyes looked even colder in the cold wind.

Beside him, Lu Chenzhou gripped the judge's pen tightly, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. Shen Changle stood with his feet planted in the Bagua position, his Heavenly Gang Finger gleaming faintly with a blue light; Luo Jinyuan waved his large black fan, seemingly relaxed, but in reality, he was poised to strike.

On the Red Flower Society's side, Daoist Wuchen's white hair flew wildly, and the long sword in his hand exuded a chilling aura; Zhao Banshan concealed various hidden weapons in his sleeves, his eyes sharp as an eagle; Wen Tailai, on the other hand, was rubbing his hands together, looking impatient, wishing he could rush into the valley immediately and bring those villains to justice. "This Ghost King Valley is a treacherous place, easy to defend and difficult to attack, everyone must be careful," Shi Feiyang said in a deep voice, his voice echoing through the valley.

Master Wuchen stroked his snow-white beard and said loudly, "Rest assured, Chief Xiang, the Red Flower Society will do its utmost to make these villains pay for their crimes in blood today!"

“That’s right!” Wen Tailai’s eyes widened. “That Li Kui used living people to refine pills. Such a heinous act deserves my utmost forgiveness!” As the group reached the valley entrance, they saw over a hundred dark figures suddenly appear on the rock walls on both sides.

The leader was none other than Li Kui, the "Soul-Chasing Sword of Wudang," dressed in a gray robe, his long sword gleaming with a ghostly blue light, his eyes sinister. Beside him stood the burly "Blood-Handed Yama" Baturu, his iron claws flashing with a cold light, a sight that sent chills down one's spine. The "Iron-Faced Judge" Suchahar held his judge's pen, his face expressionless, like a cold-blooded grim reaper.

The north wind whipped up ice shards, pelting down on the crimson cliffs of the Red Cliff Valley. The blizzard tore at the rock, causing dark red liquid to seep out, mingling with the silvery-white ice to create a chilling, hellish scene. Shi Feiyang's dark, tight-fitting clothes fluttered in the wind, his glassy eyes reflecting the winding blood-red patterns in the ice fissures. The deerskin pouch at his waist rose and fell with his breath, the faintly embroidered dragon totem visible beneath its dark patina.

“This rock wall is bleeding blood; this is a very ominous sign.” Shi Feiyang ran his fingertip across the crack, and dark red stone dust fell in a flurry. “The valley is full of traps; everyone must not underestimate the enemy.”

Before the words were finished, the rock walls on both sides suddenly exploded, and more than a hundred masked men in black emerged from the snow.

Li Kui's gray robes fluttered, and his Tai Chi swordplay stirred up the wind and snow; his iron tower-like body pressed down on the ice with a "crackling" sound, and wherever his iron claws passed, five deep, bone-revealing grooves pierced through the ice.

Su Chahar's face was covered with a bronze demon mask. With a light touch of his judge's pen on the rock wall, he carved out a hideous incantation that oozed blood.

"When did the martial arts world of the Central Plains become the domain of beggars and actors?" Li Kui pointed his sword at the sky, the Tai Chi sword curtain swirling the snowflakes backward. "Today I will show you what the shame of the righteous path is!"

Zhao Banshan sneered, and three bone-piercing nails pierced the air in a triangular pattern: "A Wudang outcast dares to talk about the righteous path? Take my hidden weapon first!" Before the nails even arrived, the fierce wind had already drilled honeycomb-like holes in the rock wall.

He was slightly overweight, and when he smiled, wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, making him look like an ordinary old man from the countryside. At this moment, he flicked his fingers, and bone-piercing nails and iron lotus seeds shot out like a storm. The sound of the hidden weapons cutting through the air was mixed with the soft force of Tai Chi. Even if the enemy swung his knife to block, he was still shaken by the force, causing his tiger's mouth to burst open and his blood to surge. This fully demonstrated the exquisite Tai Chi technique of "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds". In an instant, more than half of the hundred or so men in black were dead or wounded.

Baturu roared, shaking the snow off the cliff top, and the bloody wind brought by his iron claws instantly tore the fabric on Wen Tailai's shoulders.

Wen Tailai unleashed the "Thunderclap Palm" technique, specifically the "Thunderous Palm" technique, with both palms! The lightning from his palms collided with the iron claws, and the ice surface shattered into a spiderweb-like pattern.

Instead of retreating, Baturu advanced, his iron claws suddenly changing their attack to strike directly at Wen Tailai's eyes. The cold light from his claws caused Wen Tailai's pupils to shrink abruptly.

At the critical moment, Daoist Wuchen's Azure Nether Sword pierced the sky like a cold star, and the sword technique of "Desert Lone Smoke" struck the joint of the iron claw. Amidst the sparks, a charred sword mark appeared on the red rock wall.

Su Chahar's judge's pen moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, its "Judge's Soul-Snatching" aimed straight for Wuchen's heart. The white-haired Taoist priest spun around, his sword taking an unorthodox approach with "Stars Hanging Over the Plains," the tassel of his sword sweeping across the rock wall, actually slicing off large pieces of burning crimson stone.

The two moved with lightning speed, their weapons clashing with a rapid, rain-like sound, and the ice surface was cleaved by sword energy, creating trenches over ten feet long.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Banshan flicked his ten fingers in quick succession, and twelve iron lotus seeds shot out in a plum blossom formation, aiming at the major acupoints of "Ghost-Faced Butcher" Tu Qianli. However, "Ghost-Faced Butcher" wielded his iron knife so tightly that he deflected all the hidden weapons.

The valley was filled with deafening shouts of battle, and blood mixed with snow dyed the ice surface a purplish-black.

Blood gushed from Wen Tailai's chest, yet he fought to the death with Baturu without retreating; Daoist Wuchen's white hair was covered in brain matter, but he wielded the Qingming Sword faster and faster; Zhao Banshan's hidden weapons emptied his sleeve pouch, so he simply unleashed Tai Chi Push Hands to engage in close combat with Su Chahar.

The crimson rock face was splattered with filth and debris, broken weapons and severed limbs were scattered on the ice, and the sounds of fighting, screams and the clash of weapons echoed through the canyon, startling countless crows on the cliff tops.

The north wind, carrying snow grains as fine as sand, howled and swirled through the deep valley of the Red Cliff. The crimson cliffs, like scabs scorched by fire for a thousand years, oozed dark red liquid under the blizzard, intertwining with the silvery-white ice surface to create a shocking hellish scene.

Shi Feiyang's dark, tight-fitting clothes fluttered in the wind, his glassy eyes reflecting the crimson patterns winding through the ice crevices, like two poisoned pools of ice, shimmering with a chilling light in the wind and snow. The deerskin pouch at his waist trembled in the gale, as if a ferocious beast was about to emerge, and with each breath, the dragon totem embroidered on the pouch could be faintly seen appearing and disappearing.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright and imposing like a deep pool or a towering mountain, yet he exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

A strong wind swept through the valley, causing the clothes of others to flutter wildly, but the hem of Shi Feiyang's clothes only fluttered slightly, as if even the wind dared not act recklessly in front of him.

Lu Chenzhou's grip on the pen tightened slightly as he glanced at the gang leader. The Jade Judge's Pen was already a divine weapon in his own hands, but Shi Feiyang, who had no weapons on his body, was more terrifying than any weapon present.

"The rock face is bleeding, everyone be careful!" Shi Feiyang's voice was deep and resonant, yet it also carried a metallic coldness. His fingertips traced the cracks, and dark red stone dust fell down in a flurry. "The valley is full of traps, so we must not underestimate our enemy."

His words, devoid of any extra emotion, involuntarily made everyone grip their weapons tighter.

Tong Xingru, known as the "Living Yama," unleashed the "Soul-Chasing Sword" attack on Shi Feiyang. Without turning around, Shi Feiyang used the "Dragon Tail Swing" move, slashing horizontally with his palm. The silver silkworm threads that emerged from his palm shot out like lightning, precisely wrapping around the enemy's wrist.

This seemingly casual strike actually contained the subtlety of the Heavenly Silkworm Technique; the moment the silver threads pierced the skin, they could follow the meridians and strike directly at the vital point.

Lu Chenzhou seized the opportunity to deliver a finishing blow, and Tong Xingru died on the spot.

At this moment, the Valley of Red Cliffs has become a living hell, and Wen Tailai, covered in blood, is still fighting to the death with Baturu.

Master Wuchen's white hair was covered in brain matter, but he wielded the Qingming Sword faster and faster, making it difficult for "Iron-Faced Judge" Su Chahar to defend himself.

Zhao Banshan fought Tu Qianli bare-handed, his knuckles striking the latter's mask with a dull thud. Just as Su Chahar was about to die under Wuchen Dao's longsword, Li Kui unleashed nine sword flowers, the Wudang sword technique's "Azure Blood Continuous Pearls" killing move aimed straight for Wuchen Dao's throat.

The white-haired Taoist's longsword suddenly transformed into a sky full of cold stars, and the sword technique "Lone Smoke in the Desert" swept in, blocking Li Kui's retreat with each strike. The two sword energies collided, and the aftershocks sheared off large pieces of rock from the crimson cliff, which fell and smashed into the ice surface, creating countless craters.

Wen Tailai's Thunder Palm clashed with Baturu's Eagle Claw, and the shockwave sent snow flying within a three-zhang radius.

The iron claw grazed Wen Tailai's chest, leaving five bloody streaks that instantly stained his dark-colored outfit.

Lu Chenzhou hurriedly leaped up, grasped the judge's pen, and swiftly pressed on Baturu's thirty-six major acupoints.

Shi Feiyang watched all this quietly, his face as cold and sculpted as if carved, and no one could see the slightest emotion in his crystal eyes.

He was waiting, waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow. His aura was restrained yet subtly exuded a chilling killing intent, like a peerless sword about to be drawn. Once it was unleashed, blood would surely splatter everywhere.

Baturu's apprentice, Nianhan, grinned maliciously, his claws striking like venomous snakes, the ice surface cracking and splintering wherever they touched. Luo Jinyuan unleashed the "Parting the Clouds to See the Sun" technique from the "Wind and Thunder Fan Method," his large, dark fan whipping up a ten-zhang-long gale, the hidden silver needles within the fan ribs raining down on Nianhan. Shen Changle's Heavenly Gang Finger followed closely, his finger shadow transforming into thirty-six streaks of azure light, specifically targeting the key acupoints of the iron claws.

Nianhan roared and shattered the silver needles, but the Heavenly Gang Finger struck his wrist acupoint, causing his iron claws to freeze.

The north wind whipped up iron-like snowflakes that raged through the valley of Chibi, and the dark red liquid seeping from the crimson cliffs mingled with the silvery-white ice, turning the battlefield into a blood-red hellscape.

Master Wuchen's white hair flew wildly, his Azure Nether Sword flashing with cold light. His seventy-two forms of "Soul-Chasing and Life-Taking Sword" were executed with fierce force, the sword tassel sweeping across the rock face, causing large shards of crimson stone to burn and fall. However, facing the pincer attack from Li Kui and Su Chahar, even this legendary swordsman was beginning to feel the strain.

"You old bastard, today is your death day!" Li Kui sneered, and the Wudang Tai Chi sword technique suddenly changed its move, the sword going off-target, the blade like a serpent grazing past Master Wuchen's ear, a few strands of white hair falling into the wind.

Master Wuchen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he roared, "Well done!" The Azure Nether Sword suddenly reversed, unleashing the killing move "Stars Hanging Over the Plains," and stabbed straight at Li Kui's heart.

Li Kui's expression changed slightly. He quickly dodged to the side, and the sword energy tore open half of his robe, revealing a hideous centipede-shaped scar on his chest. This scar was inflicted by his senior brother, the sect leader, when he betrayed Wudang Mountain. Today, the sword energy reopened the old wound, adding a new one before the old one had healed.

Su Chahar seized the opportunity, his judge's pen striking like a venomous snake, aiming straight for the vital points on Master Wuchen's chest. Master Wuchen parried with his sword, but due to exhaustion, his swordplay faltered slightly. Taking advantage of this, Baturu abandoned his fight with Wen Tailai and launched a surprise attack from the side, his iron claws whipping up a bloody gust of wind as he aimed for the master's back.

At this critical moment, Shi Feiyang, who had been observing coldly, suddenly contracted his pupils.

He was dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit, a cold glint flashing in his glassy eyes. His aura was restrained yet subtly exuded a chilling killing intent. "It's time to end this." His voice was as cold as frost, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Before he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang activated his "Heavenly Silkworm Skill," and a crystalline light surged from his palm, sending out silvery-white, thread-like threads that shot out like serpents. Su Chahar, who was directly in the path, felt a sudden tightening on his wrist as the Heavenly Silkworm threads wrapped around his Judge's Pen as if they were alive.

He tried to break free, but felt his internal energy rapidly draining away along the silk threads.

"What...what kind of evil technique is this!" he shouted in terror.

Shi Feiyang stepped on the Qimen Dunjia directions, his figure darting around like a ghost, and instantly arrived in front of Su Chahar. He used the move "Kanglong Youhui" and smashed Su Chahar, who was struggling in pain in the Heavenly Silkworm Coil, into pieces with one palm.

Immediately afterward, Shi Feiyang leaped into the air and unleashed the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" move, striking downward from above and deflecting Li Kui's sword strike. The powerful palm wind caused Li Kui's blood to surge, making him unsteady on his feet. A strand of silkworm silk shot towards Li Kui like lightning, wrapping around his ankle.

Li Kui staggered and fell to the ground, the Tai Chi sword flying out of his hand.

Master Wuchen seized the opportunity, his Azure Nether Sword aimed directly at Li Kui's throat. "Traitorous disciple, today I will cleanse the sect!" The sword tip flashed coldly, blood splattered from Li Kui's throat, and he fell backward, dying with his eyes wide open.

After slaying a powerful enemy, Shi Feiyang charged into the enemy ranks, unleashing the "Seven Steps of Dragon Walk" from the Divine Dragon Claw Technique. Each step appeared casual, yet precisely struck at the enemy's weaknesses. His palms danced, sending silken threads flying everywhere, causing enemies to wail in agony wherever they went.

"Good kung fu, Chief!" Seeing this, Zhao Banshan seized the opportunity to throw out three bone-piercing nails, restraining Baturu who wanted to come to the rescue.

Wen Tailai's spirits lifted, and with a loud shout, he lunged at Baturu, unleashing his "Thunderbolt Palm." The powerful force of his palm forced Baturu to retreat repeatedly. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Baturu roared and tried to break through.

Shi Feiyang sneered, unleashing a flurry of attacks with his palms, including "Shocking the Hundred Miles," "Dragon Battle in the Wilds," and "Riding the Six Dragons," as hundreds of Heavenly Silkworm Threads descended like a net. "Blood-Handed Yama? Today I'll show you that even Yama must bow before justice!"

The silkworm silk wrapped around Baturu's iron claws, and powerful internal energy surged into his meridians along the silk threads.

Baturu felt as if his internal organs were being torn apart; he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground. (End of Chapter)