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

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang unleashed the killing move of the Qimen Sancai Sword Technique, "The Unity of Heaven, Earth, and Man," with his pig-slaughtering knife slicing out three dazzling blade lights, attacking the ape's brow, throat, and dantian respectively.

The raging ape desperately tried to block with its palms, but Shi Feiyang's blade suddenly changed direction, subtly aligning with the Death Gate position in the "Qimen Dunjia" (a form of divination). The blade, like a venomous snake's tongue, aimed directly at its vital point. With a deafening roar, the Thunder Fang Ape crashed to the ground, the lightning power in its palms gradually dissipating, and the ferocious light in its eyes extinguished.

The moonlight of late spring fell like shattered silver, illuminating the devastated ruins of the Beast Manor.

Shi Feiyang's shadow was stretched long, cast on the devastated ruins, like a desolate ink painting.

Lin Ruoxue was pulled out of the mysterious deerskin bag by Shi Feiyang. The crunching sound of the blood-stained dead leaves underfoot startled her, and she looked up to meet his glassy eyes.

Shi Feiyang's gaze was as cold as an icy blade, but when it touched her, it turned into spring water, reminding her of the lake surface in Jiangnan in March, where the ice was just melting and the waves were warm.

"Later, you'll sleep on the Vermilion Bird's back." Shi Feiyang's voice was as soft as a breeze across a lake, carrying a gentleness rarely seen in Liaodong.

Lin Ruoxue watched as he brushed the cobwebs and dew from her hair with his fingertips, a gesture so practiced it seemed he had done it a thousand times before, and a ripple of emotion stirred within her. In just a few hours, Lin Ruoxue's attitude towards Shi Feiyang had changed significantly.

Her heart was always warmed by Shi Feiyang's kindness.

The moment Shi Feiyang untied the deerskin bag, she smelled a faint sandalwood scent mixed with the stench of blood, which, surprisingly, was not repulsive but rather reassuring. The instant the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger emerged from the moonlight, Lin Ruoxue involuntarily held her breath.

The crimson wings of the divine bird Vermilion Bird spread out like a rosy cloud, and the star-like spots on its tail feathers flickered like scattered diamonds in the night sky; the roar of the white tiger shook the earth slightly, but she noticed that when the beast turned to look at her, there was a hint of docility in its eyes.

"Two auspicious beasts can ward off all poisons, so sleep peacefully." Shi Feiyang's words interrupted her thoughts.

Lin Ruoxue watched as he set up the tent on the Vermilion Bird's back. The fabric, embroidered with the Beggars' Sect's lotus pattern, shone softly in the moonlight, and the mugwort sachets at the four corners swayed gently, emitting a faint fragrance.

Shi Feiyang's movements were swift yet gentle, as if he were setting up a fragile dream.

The moment she crawled into the tent, a soft fox fur blanket enveloped Lin Ruoxue, still warm from his body. Lin Ruoxue closed her eyes, but then suddenly opened them again—she smelled Shi Feiyang's scent, a mixture of blood, sweat, and a faint sandalwood fragrance.

The taste reminded her of the fine wine she used to sneak a sip of as a child—spicy with a hint of sweetness, making it irresistible.

She leaned out halfway, watching Shi Feiyang's figure setting up camp under the moonlight.

His tattered beggar clothes were soaked in blood, yet he remained as upright as a pine tree. Every movement he made carried an indescribable elegance, as if he were not camping in the wilderness, but strolling through a painting.

Shi Feiyang's hair was blown by the wind, revealing his sharply defined profile. His glassy eyes shimmered in the night, reminding her of legendary immortals. "Just who is he? Judging from his martial arts, he seems like a mortal. But what does he take out of that bag at his waist? Does he seem like an immortal? Is he an immortal? Or a mortal? Or perhaps a ghost or a god?" Lin Ruoxue asked herself softly.

She recalled the martial arts he displayed: the Heavenly Silkworm Skill, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and the Three Talents Sword Technique of Qimen, each a legendary martial art in the martial world; she recalled the something on his waist that could hold all things in the world, and even divine beasts like the Vermilion Bird and the White Tiger obeyed his commands; she also recalled the unyielding sorrow in his eyes when he mentioned Lin Wanqing, a sorrow that transcended a hundred years and made her heart tremble.

However, remembering that Shi Feiyang had concealed his identity and approached her under the alias "Xiang Tiange," a trace of resentment arose in Lin Ruoxue's heart.

Since his time-travel to the Qing Dynasty, Shi Feiyang has been suspected of using the name "Xiang Tiange" by two people: Zhou Weirou and Lin Ruoxue. How many secrets does "Xiang Tiange" still hold? Is his search for Lin Wanqing genuine, or does he have ulterior motives?
These questions swirled in Lin Ruoxue's mind, only to be interrupted each time by the image of Shi Feiyang protecting her from behind.

Outside the tent, the white tiger suddenly let out a low growl, startling several night birds into flight.

Lin Ruoxue watched Shi Feiyang turn around, the moonlight outlining his silhouette, his slender shoulders seeming capable of bearing the storms of the entire martial world.

Lin Ruoxue suddenly remembered the muffled groan Shi Feiyang made when he shielded her from the knife, and how he only had her safety in his eyes when he fought the bloody battle.

"Perhaps he really meant no harm." Lin Ruoxue gently bit her lower lip, her resentment gradually softening.

Perhaps their meeting was not accidental, but rather an arrangement of fate.

As the night deepened, the Vermilion Bird's tail feathers trembled slightly, while the White Tiger lay on the ground, its eyes fixed intently on its surroundings.

Lin Ruoxue snuggled into the fox fur blanket, feeling the lingering warmth, and a sense of comfort suddenly welled up inside her.

She knew that no matter how many dangers lay ahead, as long as he was there, she would not be afraid.

"Sleep now, tomorrow we'll face even more terrifying challenges," Lin Ruoxue told herself, closing her eyes, but his image floated into her mind. The man who called himself "Xiang Tiange," the man who guarded his vow for a hundred years, the man who both intrigued and puzzled her, was now outside the tent, protecting this small patch of peace for her.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the tent, falling on her face.

Lin Ruoxue's lips curled up slightly, a hint of relief and anticipation in her eyes, as she drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, she saw a peach blossom grove, and a man dressed in a blue robe was walking towards her with a smile...

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The white tiger lay outside the tent, its sharp claws digging into the bluestone bricks, its eyes fixed on the broken wall in the distance.

Shi Feiyang crawled into his tent, which was about ten feet away from Lin Ruoxue's tent and was set up against a broken pillar. Shi Feiyang's pig-slaughtering knife was placed across his knee, and the Qimen Dunjia patterns on the back of the knife gleamed in the moonlight.

Suddenly, the eerie laughter of an owl echoed from afar. Shi Feiyang's grip on his knife tightened abruptly, and his ears twitched slightly—from the cellar three miles away, came a series of whispered conversations. Lin Zhanshou's face was grim as he stared at the bronze Bagua plate in the center of the secret chamber.

The four Dharma Kings stood in the four cardinal directions, the eight Vajras stood solemnly according to the nine palaces, and the twelve altar masters held earthenware bowls filled with blood, their distorted faces reflected in the bowls.

“That little beggar’s Heavenly Silkworm Skill and Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were already troublesome enough,” Lin Zhanshou said, tracing the “Gate of Life” position on the plate with his fingertips. “Now, with the addition of the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, these auspicious beasts, the beasts of my Ten Thousand Beasts Manor are no match for them!”

“Master, there’s no need to worry,” the Crimson Flame Dharma King stepped forward, three crimson darts sliding out of his sleeve. “I’m certain that the little beggar has a secret treasure from the previous dynasty, the ‘Qiankun Bag,’ containing a Sumeru World. Otherwise, that little bitch Lin Ruoxue wouldn’t have suddenly disappeared. However, each time the Qiankun Bag is used, it depletes the host’s internal energy. The little beggar has fought two battles and must be exhausted by now.”

On a late spring night, a light mist hung over the ruins of the Beast Manor.

Shi Feiyang leaned against a charred pillar, a butcher's knife casually resting on his lap, the Qimen Dunjia runes on its back faintly visible in the moonlight. Suddenly, a faint sound of bricks shifting came from underground, and he involuntarily held his breath, his eyes flashing with an unusual, eerie light.

Inside the secret chamber, the flickering light from the bronze candlesticks illuminated Lin Zhanshou's ever-changing expression.

His withered fingers lightly touched the "Death Gate" position on the Bagua compass, and dark red medicinal patterns could be vaguely seen under his plain white robe.

He said in a deep voice, "The strange and powerful sword technique that little beggar used is in harmony with the movement of the stars and is definitely not that of an ordinary commoner."

After saying this, he slammed his hand on the table, making the tortoise shell in the plate make a sound. "Tomorrow at 3:45 AM, the yang energy will break through the yin yin hour, which will be the perfect opportunity to break his Qiankun Bag!" A sect leader hesitated to speak, but was stopped by Lin Zhanshou's cold gaze.

The manor lord took out half a jade pendant engraved with longevity patterns from his sleeve, which gleamed with a faint blue luster under the candlelight: "That bitch Lin Ruoxue! If she hadn't brought the wolf into the house, the Nine-Turn Longevity Pill I was refining would have been completed long ago."

Dark red liquid suddenly seeped from the edge of the jade pendant, forming twisted blood-red patterns on the stone table. He commanded, "Pass down the order: the Four Great Dharma Kings will use the Fire Array to burn its spiritual energy, the Eight Vajras will lie in wait at the Metal position to cut off its retreat, and the Twelve Altar Masters will command all beasts to surround it from the Earth position. Remember—" His voice suddenly lowered, hissing like a viper's tongue, "You must capture Lin Ruoxue alive; she holds the key to unlocking the Longevity Realm."

Outside the secret room, Shi Feiyang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Those words buried deep in the earth now sounded as clear as if someone were whispering in his ear.

What shocked him even more was that the fog in front of him seemed to be parted by an invisible hand, and he was able to see clearly through layers of soil and stone to see Lin Zhanshou's distorted face in the secret room, and even discern the tiny cracks on the Bagua plate.

“Strange… really strange…” he muttered to himself, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the blade.

Since falling into a deep slumber due to severe injuries a century ago, he had never experienced such a strange sensation. Suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice resounded in his mind: "Congratulations, host, on regaining your Golden Eyes! The Divine Skill of Transmitting Sound Secrets and Transmitting Sound Across Thousands of Miles has been mastered!"

Although the voice was devoid of emotion, it caused Shi Feiyang's entire body to tremble violently—the voice was exactly the same as when he obtained the Mingyu Skill a hundred years ago.

Not far away, Lin Ruoxue's tent emitted a faint light.

She was wiping her longsword by the moonlight, and the silver bracelet on her jade wrist swayed gently with the movement, reflecting a faint silver light.

As Shi Feiyang gazed at that familiar figure, a thousand thoughts surged within him.

The Golden Eyes not only granted him the ability to see through objects, but he also heard Lin Ruoxue's rapid heartbeat due to worry more clearly and witnessed the subtle curve of her furrowed brows.

Lin Ruoxue's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Shi Feiyang's thoughts.

He snapped out of his daze in surprise and found that the girl was already standing in front of him, with bloodstains still clinging to her longsword.

Lin Ruoxue's eyes were filled with doubt and inquiry, but when her gaze fell on his blood-stained clothes, it turned into concern.

Shi Feiyang chuckled softly, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers inadvertently brushing against her warm skin: "I was observing someone clumsily wiping a sword."

He answered with feigned jest, but in reality, he had already used the technique of telepathic communication to secretly transmit Lin Zhanshou's conspiracy into her consciousness. Lin Ruoxue's eyelashes trembled violently, and the long sword in her hand almost slipped from her grasp.

Whispers echoed from underground once more, and Shi Feiyang's golden pupils automatically focused their gaze.

He watched as Lin Zhanshou handed a token engraved with a skull pattern to the Crimson Flame Dharma King, the edges of which were shrouded in black mist: "This is the 'Ten Thousand Beasts Token,' which can be used to command the Gu King when necessary..."

Before he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang had already wrapped his arms around Lin Ruoxue's waist, leaped onto the broken wall, and the silkworm silk solidified in his palm.

"They're here," Shi Feiyang said in a low voice, his glassy eyes gleaming with golden light.

A faint rustling sound suddenly came from the treetops in the distance, and twelve dark figures approached silently like ghosts.

Lin Ruoxue gripped her longsword tightly, the jade bracelet striking the hilt with a crisp sound: "This time it's my turn to protect you. I don't want to owe you any favors!" Her voice was resolute, but she didn't realize that Shi Feiyang had quietly summoned the Vermilion Bird and the White Tiger through telepathic communication.

The morning star danced in the eastern sky, like a drop of blood about to fall.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the gradually whitening sky, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Just when Lin Zhanshou thought victory was assured, Shi Feiyang's newly awakened extraordinary skill had already exposed the other party's conspiracy in its entirety.

"Ruoxue," Shi Feiyang called softly, "there's going to be a tough battle later. You don't owe me any favors, so you can escape if you have the chance! But I must stay; I must find out the secret about Wanqing!"

Lin Ruoxue looked up and saw Shi Feiyang leaning against Zhuque, the moonlight gilding him with a silver edge.

She suddenly remembered the fairyland pendant on his waist and the image of Lin Wanqing doing her hair by the lake, and a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

“I’m not afraid,” she gripped her longsword tightly, “because you’re here.”

Shi Feiyang was taken aback, a ripple appearing in his glassy eyes. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard the sound of crows taking flight in the distance. The white tiger suddenly stood up, letting out a low growl. Shi Feiyang grabbed his butcher's knife, the back of the blade lightly tapping the Vermilion Bird's wings: "Protect her."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already vanished into the vast night like an arrow released from a bow.

Lin Ruoxue gazed in the direction he had disappeared, her fingertips tracing the patterns of the Longevity Sword on the hilt of her sword.

Outside the tent, the Vermilion Bird spread its wings to shield her from the wind, while the White Tiger's pupils reflected the starry sky.

She suddenly realized that although the world was dangerous, there was someone willing to use his own flesh and blood as a shield to protect her.

As night deepened, a heavy stench of blood permeated the ruins of the Beast Manor.

Shi Feiyang stepped lightly onto the tiles, the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand dripping blood, blooming into dark red flowers on the blue bricks.

Suddenly, the sound of clothes rustling in the wind came from all directions. The four Dharma Kings had surrounded him in the four cardinal directions—the Eastern Crimson Flame Dharma King held a Crimson Scale Dart, the Southern Azure Water Dharma King had a Dragon Beard Whip hanging at his waist, the Western Golden Wheel Dharma King spun a serrated flying wheel, and the Northern Profound Ice Dharma King carried a Nine-Ringed Ghost Head Blade on his shoulder. The inner force surrounding the four seemed to resonate subtly with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Little beggar, your end is near!" The Crimson Flame Dharma King launched the first attack, sending three crimson darts hurtling towards him with the smell of sulfur, their bodies glowing red-hot like branding irons. Shi Feiyang, using the "Seven Steps of Dragon's Walk" technique of the Divine Dragon Claw skill, skillfully dodged them to the side. His butcher knife drew an arc of light with the "Heavenly Spin" motion, and the strange patterns on the back of the blade glowed faintly, actually drawing the flames from the darts into the blade.

"What a powerful absorption technique!" the Golden Wheel Monk exclaimed, as his serrated flying wheel spun through the air, its blade gleaming with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, gripping the butcher's knife, and unleashed the "Earth-Splitting Kunyuan" technique. The blade's force was like Mount Tai crashing down, actually cleaving the flying wheel in two. Poisonous blood splattered onto the back of his hand, emitting hissing white smoke, but Shi Feiyang seemed completely oblivious, the cold light in his glassy eyes intensifying. The Azure Water Dharma King's dragon whisker whip, like a serpent emerging from its hole, coiled around Shi Feiyang's ankle and yanked sharply.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Shi Feiyang leaped into the air and used the "Human Escape from the Void" technique, unleashing seven sword shadows that simultaneously attacked the four Dharma Kings. The Xuanbing Dharma King swung his sword, but the ice shards whipped up by the sword wind missed their mark—Shi Feiyang's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the sword light, but in reality, he had already slew behind the Chiyan Dharma King.

"Taste my Heavenly Silkworm Technique!" Shi Feiyang roared, his palm gleaming with silver light as the Heavenly Silkworm silk, like a serpent, burrowed into the Crimson Flame Dharma King's acupoints. The Dharma King's face instantly turned purplish-blue, his inner force gushing out like a burst dam along the silk threads. In an instant, his hair and beard turned white, and he screamed as he turned into a dried-up corpse. The Azure Water Dharma King was horrified at the sight, and his Dragon Beard Whip lashed out like a sudden rain, the skull at the tip of the whip spewing out a cloud of smoke.

Shi Feiyang held his breath and swung his butcher knife in a circle of light, absorbing all the sleeping smoke.

He touched the ground with his toes, unleashing the "Shocking Hundred Miles" technique with his left palm. The force of his palm shattered the whip, and the blade sliced ​​across the Azure Water Dharma King's throat, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining his clothes crimson. The Golden Wheel Dharma King and the Profound Ice Dharma King exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

The flying wheel and the ghost-head saber attacked with the force of wind and thunder. Shi Feiyang unleashed "The Dragon Regrets" with his left palm, the crimson palm force colliding with the saber wheel, unleashing a deafening roar. The shockwave sent surrounding rubble flying, but Shi Feiyang used the momentum to leap onto the broken wall, unleashing "Flying Dragon in the Sky" from above. The powerful palm force was like a raging storm, the Xuanbing Dharma King's ghost-head saber was knocked out of his hand, the blade piercing the Golden Wheel Dharma King's chest, and the two ended up killing each other in the chaos.

Shi Feiyang released silkworm silk from his palm, which covered the two of them like a fishing net, tightly binding them together.

He channeled his inner strength into the silk threads, instantly shredding their internal organs. Black blood and bits of flesh gushed from their seven orifices, a horrifying sight.

Not far away, Lin Zhanshou stared at the dancing shadows on the wall, and the jade cup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

He watched as the four Dharma Kings fell one by one in the moonlight, veins bulging on his forehead, muttering incredulously, "Impossible...impossible! How could this little beggar be so powerful?"

Shi Feiyang wiped the blood from his face, his glassy eyes turning towards the secret chamber. He knew the real challenge was yet to come, but for now, he had to go back and confirm Lin Ruoxue's safety.

As he turned around, he saw Lin Ruoxue emerge from the tent, her long sword gleaming coldly as she nervously watched him.

"It's alright," Shi Feiyang said softly, reaching out to wipe the blood from her face.

Lin Ruoxue then noticed that his sleeves were soaked in blood, and his exposed skin was covered with wounds of varying depths.

She gripped her longsword tightly, a resolute glint in her eyes: "I am with you."

Shi Feiyang was taken aback for a moment, then revealed a relieved smile.

He gripped the butcher's knife tightly, standing shoulder to shoulder with her. The moonlight shone on them, casting long shadows.

In the distance, Lin Zhanshou appeared at the entrance of the secret chamber, gripping the Longevity Sword tightly in his hand, his eyes flashing with a sinister light.

"Come on!" Shi Feiyang shouted in a deep voice, his true energy surging around him, and the halo formed by the wielding of the pig-slaughtering knife absorbed all the moonlight.

Lin Ruoxue gazed at his profile and suddenly felt that no matter how many powerful enemies lay ahead, as long as she fought alongside him, she would have nothing to fear.

Under the cover of night, the morning star hung in the sky like a sharp sword, while the ruins of the Beast Manor, illuminated by the moonlight, resembled the remains of a giant beast, exuding a chilling aura of murderous intent.

Shi Feiyang held a butcher's knife, the bloodstains on the blade already congealed into a dark purple, gleaming eerily in the moonlight. Lin Ruoxue hid inside the tent on Zhuque's back, peering through the cracks.

Shi Feiyang's figure was surrounded by a number of dark figures—the eight Vajras under Lin Zhanshou's command. They held spiked clubs as thick as bowls, their blades covered with barbs that gleamed with a ghostly blue light in the night.

"Little beggar, your life is on the line!" the leader roared, swinging his spiked club and smashing it down on Shi Feiyang's head.

However, Shi Feiyang did not dodge. He used the "Heavenly Spin" technique from the Three Talents Swordplay of Qimen. The seemingly casual slash precisely grazed the staff at the last second, the strange patterns on the blade emitting a faint light, severing all the poisonous thorns on the staff. "A mere trick, not worth mentioning!" Shi Feiyang sneered, lightly touching the ground with his toes, his figure moving like a ghost to appear behind Vajra.

The silkworm silk shot out from his palm, coiling around the other's neck like a serpent, and rapidly infused with his inner strength.

King Kong's eyes widened, a gurgling sound emanating from his throat. His skin rapidly dried up, and in an instant, he transformed into a white-haired, desiccated corpse. Despite this, the remaining King Kongs showed no fear of death. The other seven quickly dispersed, forming the Big Dipper formation, and joined forces with the swarm of bone-winged bats in the air to encircle them.

Thousands upon thousands of bone-winged bats blotted out the moonlight, plunging the manor into complete darkness. Only the sound of their flapping wings and the toxic mist of rotting corpses they spewed out could be heard, like the whispers of death. When the swarm of bone-winged bats pressed down overhead, the sound of their wings beating was like ten thousand steel knives clashing together, and the toxic mist of rotting corpses spread out, even causing the fiery feathers of the Vermilion Bird to sizzle softly.

"Watch out for the poisonous fog!" Lin Ruoxue exclaimed, gripping her longsword tightly. Shi Feiyang, however, remained calm. He brandished his butcher knife, unleashing the powerful "Earth Shattering Origin" technique. The blade cleaved the ground, and the dust it kicked up blocked most of the poisonous fog.

With a light tap of his toes, he unleashed the "Human Escape from the Void," sending seven sword shadows simultaneously attacking the Vajra from different directions, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"You're asking for death!" A Vajra swung his club at the shadow of the blade, only to see Shi Feiyang's true form appear to his left. The butcher's knife drew an arc, striking the "golden" point of the spiked club. With a clang, the spiked club snapped in two, the blade slicing across the Vajra's throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering onto Shi Feiyang's face, making his glassy eyes appear even more eerie.

Upon seeing this, the swarm of bone-winged bats in the air swooped down in a spiral formation, their sharp claws aimed directly at Shi Feiyang's eyes.

Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed. The silkworm silk that he spat out from his left palm suddenly expanded, transforming into a giant net that soared into the sky.

The moment the silver thread touched the swarm of bats, a continuous series of shrill screams rang out, and countless bats were shredded into pieces, with black blood raining down like drops of water.

"Ten Thousand Beasts Manor, nothing more than that. Anyone who dares to provoke me dies! Hmph!" Shi Feiyang wiped the blood from his face, his voice tinged with contempt. He looked up at Lin Zhanshou in the distance, only to see the man with a gloomy face, holding a bronze token in his hand.

This is bad! Shi Feiyang was secretly alarmed. This was the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor's ultimate killing move!
As expected, Lin Zhanshou sneered and threw out the token.

In an instant, a deafening roar came from the depths of the manor, and countless black shadows burst out of the ground—these were the corpses controlled by Lin Zhanshou using the Longevity Technique. Each corpse had a talisman stuck in its chest and its eyes glowed with a green light.

"Little beggar, experience my 'Corpse Demon Formation'!" Lin Zhanshou's voice came from afar, tinged with a hint of smugness. "These corpse demons are impervious to blades and spears. Unless the talisman on their chests is destroyed, they will never fall!"

Shi Feiyang gripped the butcher knife tightly, a resolute glint flashing in his glassy eyes.

He turned to look at Lin Ruoxue and saw her staring at him nervously, her eyes full of worry.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly to her to reassure her, and then unleashed the killing move of the Qimen Sancai Sword Technique, "The Three Extremes of Heaven, Earth and Man Return to One." The pig-slaughtering knife drew three dazzling blade lights, attacking the brows, throats, and dantian of the corpse horde respectively.

However, just as Lin Zhanshou had said, these corpse demons were impervious to swords and spears.

Shi Feiyang's blade struck them, leaving only a white mark.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately changed his move. He activated the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill at full power, and the Heavenly Silkworm Silk that he spat out from his palm burrowed into the seven orifices of the Corpse Demon like a nimble snake, instantly severing its internal energy and pulverizing its meridians.

With a sickening cracking sound, the corpse demons fell to the ground, turning into piles of bones.

Seeing this, Lin Zhanshou finally panicked.

He turned to run away, but saw Shi Feiyang appear before him like a ghost, a butcher's knife pressed against his throat.

"You've lost," Shi Feiyang said coldly. "Now, tell me the whereabouts of the Longevity Sword Manual, and perhaps I can spare your life."

Lin Zhanshou knelt down tremblingly, about to speak, but taking advantage of Shi Feiyang's unpreparedness, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The blood contained countless tiny insects that lunged straight at Shi Feiyang's face. Shi Feiyang was prepared; the silkworm silk he exhaled from his palm instantly formed a barrier, blocking all the insects. But Lin Zhanshou seized the opportunity to escape into the secret passage and vanished.

Shi Feiyang was about to give chase when he heard Lin Ruoxue's exclamation.

He turned his head and saw another swarm of bone-winged bats rushing towards the tent on the Vermilion Bird's back, while Lin Ruoxue was gripping her longsword, fighting them to the death. His heart tightened, and he immediately used his lightness skill to leap back, wielding his butcher's knife to create a wall of light, slaying all the bats.

"Are you injured?" Shi Feiyang asked with concern, reaching out to brush the bloodstains from her hair.

Lin Ruoxue looked at his blood-stained clothes and felt a pang of heartache, but she didn't know what to say.

Their eyes met. The surrounding corpses appeared exceptionally silent under the moonlight, broken only by the occasional low hooting of an owl in the distance. Shi Feiyang sheathed the butcher's knife at his waist, put his arm around Lin Ruoxue's waist, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Lin Ruoxue nodded slightly, leaning against him and feeling his strong heartbeat.

She knew that no matter how many dangers lay ahead, as long as this man was by her side, she was not afraid of anything.

The morning star shone brighter and brighter, with only an hour left until sunrise.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the eastern horizon, his glassy eyes revealing a resolute expression.

Before long, Lin Zhanshou led the Seven Vajra and the Twelve Altar Masters over.

"You villains, do you truly possess indestructible bodies?" Shi Feiyang stood holding his knife, moonlight swirling into silver ribbons on its blade. "Let's see if this butcher's knife can sever your ferocious aura!"

A powerful figure glared angrily, slamming his spiked club into the ground, sending pebbles flying everywhere: "You little beggar, how dare you insult my brother! I'll smash your head in first!"

Shi Feiyang moved with lightning speed, his blade flashing as the Big Dipper: "The stars shift and the constellations turn!" The blade grazed the staff, sparking a string of sparks. "How can the poisoned thorns on your staff compare to my centuries-old butcher's knife?"

As the Corpse Demon Formation was activated, Lin Zhanshou smiled sinisterly, but Shi Feiyang loudly proclaimed: "Even mountains of corpses and seas of blood have been traversed by me! Back then, in the suppression of the rebellion on the Great Grassland, which battle wasn't far more brutal than this evil technique of yours?"

Lin Ruoxue held her sword and guarded the camp. Facing the swarm of bats rushing towards her, despite her inner fear, she still firmly shouted, "The Heavenly Silkworm Technique can break through all poisons, why should we fear this mere putrid mist!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang turned his head, a smile playing on his lips amidst the glint of his blade: "Good! Let these ugly creatures witness how the Beggars' Sect and the descendants of Changsheng Fortress can join forces to crush the Ten Thousand Demons!"

As the Seven Vajras swung their clubs, the barbs on their maces, adorned with human bones they had gnawed on in the past few days, gleamed with a phosphorescent sheen under the moonlight.

The silkworm silk that Shi Feiyang spat out from his left palm was like a silver snake entering a cave, drilling into the seven orifices of the Vajra, instantly turning its internal force into dust. Black blood even seeped from the Vajra's bones, emitting a foul stench.

The morning star swayed precariously in the eastern sky, like a drop of blood about to fall, reflecting Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes as red as flames.

Lin Zhanshou, dressed in a plain white robe that fluttered in the wind, held a sword that emitted a chilling blue light, like a lurking venomous snake. The six Vajra warriors, wielding spiked clubs, formed a formation resembling the Big Dipper, while the beasts ridden by the twelve altar masters had already encircled the ruins. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the stench of wild animals.

"Little beggar, how dare you trespass into my Ten Thousand Beasts Manor? Do you overestimate yourself?" Lin Zhanshou drew his longsword, the blade drawing a strange arc, the runes on the sword flashing with an eerie light. "Do you think you can shake my Ten Thousand Beasts Manor by yourself?"

Shi Feiyang stood with his sword drawn, the bloodstains on the butcher's knife still wet, gleaming a dark red in the moonlight: "Lin Zhanshou, you have resorted to any means to achieve immortality, harming the innocent. Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice!"

Before he finished speaking, he thrust out his left palm, and the palm force of "The Dragon Regrets" roared out like a crimson dragon, sending sand and stones flying and cracking the ground into a ravine several feet wide.

Lin Zhanshou sneered and unleashed the Longevity Sword Technique. His sword moves were unpredictable, each strike carrying a strange arc.

The two forces clashed, palm strikes and sword energy collided, unleashing a deafening roar that sent shockwaves ripping through the surrounding ruins.

Seeing this, Lin Ruoxue leaped down from the Vermilion Bird's back, her longsword flashing as she unleashed the "Snow Shadows of Longevity Sword Technique," attempting to assist. However, the striped tiger controlled by the Twelve Altar Masters suddenly pounced, its poisonous mist instantly withering away any vegetation it touched.

"Watch out!" Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank sharply, and his figure flashed in front of Lin Ruoxue like lightning. The silkworm silk, like a silver dragon emerging from the abyss, wrapped around the tiger's throat. But the tiger was incredibly strong and actually broke free of the silver silk, its sharp claws aimed straight for Lin Ruoxue's face.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang blocked the fatal blow with his own flesh and blood. The tiger claw slashed across his back, but was countered by Shi Feiyang's Mingyugong Ice Shield, breaking the tiger claw and instantly staining his clothes with blood.

The six Vajra Warriors attacked from the flanks, but found no way to strike.

There were too many people, so it was impossible to squeeze in.

"Master Xiang!" Lin Ruoxue exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.

She gripped her longsword tightly, her jade wrist trembling slightly, the sword's momentum growing ever more fierce: "Today I will seek justice for you!"

Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes blazed with murderous intent. He let out a long roar, and the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger launched their attacks simultaneously.

The Vermilion Bird spread its crimson wings, the star-like spots on its tail feathers flashing like flowing fire, and the flames it spewed from its mouth forced the beasts back; the White Tiger roared to the sky, its voice shaking the surrounding wilderness, its sharp claws tearing through the air as it pounced on the altar master who controlled the beasts.

Seeing the situation, the six Vajra Warriors brandished their spiked clubs and attacked.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the Qimen Sancai Sword Technique, the "Tianxuan Zhuandou" sword strikes fluctuating in speed, seemingly casual slashes concealing the directional shifts of the Big Dipper. Sparks flew as the blade clashed with the spiked club. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure darting like a ghost behind a Vajra, and a silken thread shot out from his left palm, piercing through the opponent's armor and aiming straight for his vital point.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Zhanshou lunged forward, his Longevity Sword aimed directly at Shi Feiyang's back.

Lin Ruoxue was in a hurry and thrust out the "Frosty Sky Dawn Horn" of the Longevity Sword Technique, forcing Lin Zhanshou to parry with his own sword.

Shi Feiyang gripped the butcher knife and used the "Human Escape from the Void" technique. His figure appeared and disappeared amidst the flashing blades, and seven blade shadows attacked the Vajra from different directions at the same time, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

At this moment, his true energy surged, and the halo created by the butcher's knife absorbed all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Those seemingly chaotic knife moves actually corresponded to the Life Gate and Death Gate of Qimen Dunjia, and each swing changed the surrounding aura.

The silkworm threads that he spewed from his left palm were incredibly elusive, sometimes binding the enemy's meridians and severing their internal energy; other times transforming into sharp blades, aiming straight for the enemy's throat. The ground was in chaos, with beast blood and human blood mingling, staining the earth dark red.

Beneath the White Tiger's sharp claws lay the remains of the altar master, while the Vermilion Bird's raging flames devoured countless beasts, filling the air with an unbearable stench of burning flesh. Lin Zhanshou realized the situation was unfavorable to him, a cunning glint in his eyes. Suddenly, he bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Longevity Sword. "Die!" he roared, wildly swinging his sword, his swordsmanship becoming even more unpredictable and ferocious.

Shi Feiyang knew this was his opponent's fatal blow and dared not underestimate it. He suddenly activated the Mingyu Skill and pushed it to the level of "Supreme Forgetfulness of Ice Soul Cold Prison". Holding a pig-slaughtering knife, he used the ultimate move "Slaying the Mortal World" from the "Hundred Victories Knife Technique". The powerful knife energy surged like a mountain torrent and collided with Lin Zhanshou's sword energy, producing a deafening roar.

The crescent moon, like a hook, hung obliquely above the broken eaves of the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor, staining the messy ground a ghastly red.

Lin Zhanshou was sent flying backward like a withered leaf in the wind, spitting out blood, and strange red plum blossoms bloomed on his plain white robe.

The longevity sword in his hand had been broken in two by Shi Feiyang's blade energy, and icy blue frost was still condensed at the broken edge.

"You little beggar, you think you can kill me like this?" Lin Zhanshou suddenly let out a piercing, eerie laugh, a metallic, hoarse sound. He abruptly tore his clothes, revealing strange, blood-red patterns on his chest, like countless earthworms writhing beneath his skin. He declared, "Today, I will show you the long-lost Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique of my Lin family!"

After saying this, Lin Zhanshou bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The blood did not fall to the ground, but instead turned into a blood-red mist that enveloped his entire body.

As the mist swirled, his previously weak body suddenly became strong, and a raging blood flame ignited on his broken sword.

Shi Feiyang's pupils suddenly contracted, and a serious look appeared in his glass-like eyes—this was a forbidden technique that cost life and inner strength, and the user was destined to die, but the power released at this moment was enough to destroy everything.

"Ruoxue, step back!" Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, his body radiating an even brighter jade-colored light.

He pushed Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison" realm, and his skin gradually became as transparent as jade, with a faint chill surrounding it.

The butcher's knife in his hand suddenly glowed brightly, the runes on the blade reflecting the icy chill, creating a strange and magnificent scene in the night. Lin Zhanshou, like a raging beast, charged forward, wielding a broken sword and leaving a trail of blood.

Wherever the sword struck, the air emitted a sharp whistling sound, and the ground instantly cracked open with several deep fissures. (End of Chapter)