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

The moonlight over Tianchi Lake in the Tianshan Mountains shattered into silver scales. Shi Feiyang knelt by the lake, his fingertips caressing the short knife left behind by Ayina.

The roar of the blood ice and the spirit spring in Cold Jade Valley still echoed in my ears. Suddenly, a slight tremor came from my palm—the calm lake surface was rippling like a spider web, and the moonlight in the center of the lake seemed to be swallowed by an invisible giant mouth, turning into a deep, dark vortex.

"Come forth!" Shi Feiyang roared, drawing his Xuan Shuang Blade with a dragon's roar. The water surface exploded, and a three-zhang-long, ghostly blue python burst forth, its scales oozing phosphorescent sap. Wherever it passed, the ice trees on the shore began to sizzle and corrode. Even more terrifying, the python had three vertical pupils on each side of its head, and its forked tongue branched into nine strands—it was the legendary "Nine Nether Moon-Eating Python," capable of controlling hundreds of ghosts.

"What a magnificent guardian beast of Tianchi!" Shi Feiyang activated his Mingyu Gong, his skin shimmering with a Shura-like phantom. "Today, I'll show you the power of Central Plains martial arts!"

Before the words were even finished, a shrill laugh like that of an owl echoed from the depths of the dense forest. Twelve vampire bats, each with a wingspan of over ten feet, hung upside down from the branches, their wing membranes oozing a putrid green venom. Suddenly, the rocks in the shadows opened their crimson giant eyes, and a werewolf monster covered in spikes rose up, its claws slicing across the ice, sending sparks flying. The Nine Nether Moon-Eating Python struck first, its massive tail sweeping out and creating a terrifying column of water.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" technique, condensing his inner energy into a vortex that redirected the overwhelming attack towards the swarm of bats.

The venom collided with the lake water, creating a cloud of poisonous mist. Taking advantage of the moment, Shi Feiyang used his mysterious "Hidden Body and Name" lightness skill to leap into the air. His Xuan Shuang Blade drew a silver rainbow as he unleashed "Hundred Victories Blade Technique: Severing the Horizon!" The blade energy struck the python scales, bursting forth with thousands of ice shards.

The giant python winced in pain, its nine forked tongues lashing out like soft whips, distorting and deforming the air in their wake. Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong, "Limitless Asura's Hell on Earth," his palm surging with icy mist as he forcefully grabbed two of the forked tongues.

The cold and poison collided, and the python's tongue instantly froze into an ice pillar. He used the force to leap into the air, and the blade light was like an inverted Milky Way, aiming straight for the python's head and vertical pupils.

The werewolf monster pounced behind him, its claws whistling as they tore through the air. Shi Feiyang didn't even turn his head, instead unleashing "Demon-Slaying Cloud" with a backhand strike. The palm wind, wrapped in icy chill, froze the werewolf into an ice sculpture.

But the ice sculpture shattered instantly, and countless black beetles crawled out of the wound, swarming towards his major acupoints. "A mere trick!" Shi Feiyang roared, his Mingyu Gong circulating at high speed, the vortex suction force emanating from his body drawing all the beetles in.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the vampire bats launched an attack, their poisonous wings forming a black curtain that shrouded the sky.

Shi Feiyang wielded the Xuan Shuang Blade, his sword move transforming into "The Hundred Victories Sword Technique: Viewing the Vast Ocean." In the storm stirred up by the sword energy, bat wings fell like withered leaves, and the poisonous blood dripped onto the ice surface, corroding a pit more than ten feet deep.

The Nine Netherworld Moon-Eating Python suddenly dived into the water, and the lake surface rippled with an eerie blue light.

Shi Feiyang suddenly felt a surge of suction beneath his feet. Looking down, he saw the lake water transform into countless chains that wrapped around his ankles. He unleashed "Burning Heaven and Earth," his palm strike carrying blazing flames as he slashed down, only to find the flames extinguished upon contact with the water, instead provoking an even stronger counterattack from the giant python.

The python's body coiled around his waist like a giant rope, its slime corroding the cold light of the Xuan Shuang Blade.

"Break!" Shi Feiyang's eyes turned bloodshot, and the Asura phantom grew three zhang in size.

He activated the eleventh level of the Bright Jade Skill, transforming himself into an ice-blue giant. He grabbed the python's body with both hands and tore the giant python apart.

Blood poured down like a torrential rain, but as it fell into the lake, hundreds of human-faced fish monsters hatched, their venom dripping from their sharp teeth corroding the ice surface into countless holes. Ayina's short sword suddenly became hot in her arms. Shi Feiyang gripped the Xuan Shuang Blade, its light mingling with the moonlight, and unleashed his ultimate move, "Severing Reincarnation."

Where the blade's energy passed, the world seemed to stand still, and all the monsters shattered inch by inch in the cold light. When the last fish monster turned into blood, Shi Feiyang staggered and knelt on the ground, looking at the lake surface that had returned to calm. In his glassy eyes, he saw the starlight that had dissipated when Ayina left.

A moment later, Shi Feiyang raised his sleeve, wiped away his tears, and took out the key left by Liu Tingting. To his surprise, he found that it matched a certain dark pattern on the map. "Found it!" Shi Feiyang stopped in front of a cliff. The moment the key was inserted into the groove in the rock wall, the entire mountain wall burst open with a roar.

The familiar fragrance of magnolia blossoms wafted towards him, and in a daze, he was transported back to that spring day two hundred years ago, when Liu Tingting leaned against the carved railing and smiled gently at him.

Suddenly, candlelight flickered on inside the cave, revealing dozens of women in white robes standing with swords at their sides. The leading old woman, her white hair reaching the ground, held a jade staff engraved with the same patterns as the stone pillars. "Two hundred years have passed, and this day has finally come," the old woman's voice seemed to echo from beneath the earth. "Liu Tingting has spent her entire life guarding a lie. Do you know where she is?" Shi Feiyang knelt on one knee, his voice choked with emotion: "Senior, please enlighten me."

The old woman waved her jade staff, and images suddenly appeared on the cave wall—Liu Tingting rebuilt the Divine Water Palace in Tianshan, never married, and poured her longing for him into cultivating magnolias; Shi Feiyang disappeared due to the tremor of time and space, and she hid in the sea of ​​flowers with her son's cenotaph, finally passing away with a smile in the season when magnolias bloomed.

"She is buried deep in the sea of ​​flowers, guarding your memories." The old woman tossed over a jade pendant engraved with the words "Feiyang," which was Shi Feiyang's personal possession in her previous life. "Go, don't let her wait any longer."

Shi Feiyang held the jade pendant, tears streaming down his face.

As he emerged from the cave, the first rays of dawn shone upon the vast expanse of magnolia blossoms. He ran wildly through the petals, finally finding the stone tablet in the center of the flower field. The words "Liu Tingting, wife of Shi Feiyang" were blurred by time, yet still clearly etched in his heart.

"Tingting, I'm late." Shi Feiyang knelt in front of the tomb, took out the stone pillar from the deerskin bag, and perfectly matched it with the stone tablet.

In an instant, the sea of ​​flowers surged like a tide, countless white orchid petals fluttering up and transforming into Liu Tingting's graceful figure in the air. She wore a moon-white silk dress, her face beaming with smiles: "Feiyang, I knew you would come!"

She raised her hand and waved it lightly, and starlight fell from her fingertips. "Our son, Shi Tianyu, has given birth to three thousand grandchildren for you. What a magnificent legacy!" Shi Feiyang staggered toward the illusory figure, his glassy eyes misty with tears: "Tingting!" But all his fingertips touched was a wisp of wind carrying the fragrance of white orchids, and the yellowed map of his descendants had already gently fallen at his feet.

He picked up the silk cloth with trembling hands, and the candle-like handwriting emerged in the moonlight—Shi Taishan of the Imperial Money Gang, Shi Huiyu of the Suzhou Jishi Pharmacy… It turned out that in this vast world, there were so many descendants connected by blood.

Shi Taishan, Shi Huiyu, and other famous figures in the martial arts world are all sixth-generation descendants of Shi Feiyang.

The white magnolia blossoms on the summit of Tianshan Mountain fell softly. The moment Shi Feiyang unfolded the map of his descendants' distribution, the writing on the silk cloth seemed to flow like fireflies, projecting scenes from thousands of miles away before his eyes.

The moonlight transforms into invisible threads, weaving together hidden legends from across the land: ...

Beneath the most bustling Zhuque Street in the capital, candlelight flickered in the secret chamber of the Money Gang's headquarters. Shi Taishan sat upright in a rosewood chair, his fingers caressing a gilded abacus, the clinking of the beads blending with the distant drumbeats to create a unique rhythm.

The burly gang leader had a scar on his forehead, rumored to have been left during a robbery by the Canal Gang, but he cleverly concealed it with a gold-embroidered headband. The walls of the secret room were covered with weapons, and in the most conspicuous place hung a broken sword, with the words "common people" faintly visible on its blade—a replica of Shi Feiyang's Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

Suddenly, a secret report arrived from the guards. Shi Taishan slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. The beads on the gilded abacus shot out like meteors, smashing a deep crater into the wall: "How dare the Dzungar caravan smuggle weapons right under the emperor's nose? Send the order: at three-quarters past midnight, we'll see what's what at Zhuque Wharf!"

In the misty rain of the Jiangnan water towns, the aroma of medicine wafts from the Jishi Pharmacy next to Guihua Tower.

Shi Huiyu, dressed in a plain white robe, was treating a child, his silver needles dancing like butterflies at his fingertips.

In a hidden compartment under the counter, three hundred and sixty small jade bottles were neatly arranged, each containing his unique "Nine-Turn Life-Extending Pill" and "Bone-Penetrating Soul-Chasing Powder"—saving or killing people was just a matter of a single thought.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard outside the door, and three masked men dressed in black burst through the door.

Shi Huiyu remained expressionless, with twelve bone-piercing nails already poised to strike from his sleeve. His gentle voice, carrying the soft, sweet tone characteristic of Jiangnan, asked, "Are you here for treatment, or to save your lives?" Before he finished speaking, the medicine cabinet exploded, and various medicinal herbs transformed into hidden weapons that flew everywhere.

The Crystal Island floats above the sea of ​​clouds, and its inhabitants all wear masks made of refined gold to cover their faces.

Island owner Shi Yingyue stood atop the watchtower of the mechanical city, manipulating a giant flying kite made of gears and black iron. She flicked the compass inlaid with luminous pearls, and the entire island slowly turned, revealing countless hidden cannons in the sea of ​​clouds below.

Suddenly, the roar of enemy ships came from afar. Shi Yingyue's lips curled into a cold smile as she pressed the jade pendant-shaped mechanism engraved with white orchid patterns on her waist.

In an instant, a curtain of water thousands of feet high rose around the island, and countless mechanical merfolk burst out of the water, spewing out "Sea-Transforming Saliva" that could corrode iron armor.

Gazing at the smoke-filled sea, she murmured softly, "With the protection of our ancestors and the craftsmanship of nature, how can we allow foreign enemies to covet it?"

Explosions echoed throughout the training grounds of Thunderbolt Manor, nestled among the mountains of Sichuan.

Young Master Shi Zhentian held a specially made "Thunder Shield," its surface flashing with dazzling lightning as it opened and closed. Behind him, thirty-six guards operated trebuchets, which were loaded not only with ordinary gunpowder but also with "Azure Phosphorus Poison Sand," a substance that terrified the Tang Clan.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded from the secret passage. Shi Zhentian's eyebrows shot up, and he plunged the Thunder Shield into the ground: "Do those old bastards from the Tang Clan really think my Shi family is afraid? Activate the 'Heavenly Net' formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless sharp spikes rose from the ground of the manor, while iron balls with chains whistled and swirled in the air, instantly transforming the entire valley into a steel inferno. On the walls of Jiayuguan, Shi Zhanyun, clad in black armor, gazed at the enemy army surging in like a tide beyond the pass. The half-jade pendant hanging at his waist matched the pattern on the map of his descendants perfectly, and the tassel of his spear was stained with the blood of countless battles.

"Open the gates! Fire the arrows!" His roar shook the city walls, causing dust to fall.

Behind the battlements, three hundred Shi family soldiers simultaneously pulled their crossbows, unleashing a rain of arrows mixed with specially crafted "Ice Soul Arrows"—the arrowheads were tempered with the icy marrow of the Tianshan Mountains, instantly freezing those struck into ice sculptures. As the enemy's siege engines approached, Shi Zhanyun suddenly removed his jade pendant and inserted it into a mechanism in the city wall. In an instant, molten iron surged from the ground, forging an impenetrable iron wall before the pass.

He gazed at the battlefield under the setting sun and murmured to himself, "The legacy of our ancestors must be upheld to the death!"

Shi Feiyang withdrew his gaze, tears glistening in his glassy eyes.

These descendants, scattered across the world, some hiding in cities, some fighting in the wilderness, are all continuing their legend of protection in their respective realms, guided by their bloodlines. He pressed the distribution map close to his heart, the two characters "Cang Sheng" (meaning "all living beings") on the black iron heavy sword echoing the writing on the silk cloth, shining brightly in the moonlight.

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"Hahahaha!" Shi Feiyang waved his sleeve, wiping away the tears on his face. He carefully put away the map of his descendants' distribution, placing it in the mysterious deerskin pouch at his waist, and laughed triumphantly. This trip to Tianshan had not only allowed him to meet Liu Tingting from the celestial realm, but also to obtain the map of his descendants' distribution—truly exhilarating. The only regret was the loss of the stunningly beautiful Ayina.

Shi Feiyang immediately rushed down the mountain, driven by his grand ambition to swiftly quell the Dzungar rebellion. As he reached the depths of the Tianshan Mountains, the deerskin pouch at his waist suddenly burned like a branding iron, and the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger pendants within vibrated with a buzzing sound. The sea of ​​white orchids suddenly churned and boiled, and twelve dark figures emerged from the mist, accompanied by a foul wind; the eerie blue venom on their curved blades gleamed like phosphorescence under the moonlight.

"Ah Lang!" The familiar sound of silver bells suddenly rang out, and the cold light of Ayina's exotic scimitar as it was drawn stung his eyes.

But when he reached out to protect it, he only grasped at emptiness. The mountain wind swept past his ears with fine sand, and he suddenly realized that the call was nothing more than a phantom formed from longing. Suddenly, the sea of ​​magnolias on the southern slope of Tianshan Mountain surged like boiling water, and thousands of petals swirled and rose into the air against the gale, weaving a magnificent net under the moonlight.

Shi Feiyang's dark cloak fluttered in the wind, the deerskin pouch at his waist burning as if it would scorch through his clothes. His glassy eyes reflected twelve ghostly black shadows—the assassins wore bronze ghost masks, the condensed blue venom on their scimitars glowing like phosphorescence in the moonlight, and the white orchid tattoos behind their ears twisted and writhed with their breath, as if they were alive.

"Hand over the map, and I'll spare your life!" The leader's voice was like the cry of a night owl, the last notes still echoing in the valley. Twelve curved blades had woven an impenetrable net of death.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body soared into the air like a white crane, his black cloak spreading out behind him like the wings of a roc. With a flick of his palms and a guiding motion, as he circulated the Mingyu Gong, a vortex of transparent true energy appeared around his body, just like a black hole suddenly appearing in a deep pool, absorbing all the surrounding air currents.

An assassin's scimitar barely touched his sleeve when a strange suction force suddenly erupted.

The curved blade defied logic and changed direction, its cold light aimed directly at its companion's Jianjing acupoint!

The man struck let out a horrific scream, his life force gripped by an invisible hand, a cracking sound like ice shattering echoing through his meridians. He froze instantly, like an ice sculpture. Moonlight swept across his ashen face, revealing the frozen terror in his pupils.

"Crimson Flame Burns the Sky!" The two assassins suddenly dropped their weapons, unleashing a burst of blood-red flames from their palms. The Western Regions' ultimate martial art, "Crimson Flame Demon Art," carrying a scorching wave of heat, swept towards them, instantly turning flower petals to ashes wherever it passed.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, activating his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison." His skin shimmered with a glassy luster, and the chilling aura condensed into a tangible ice mist, colliding violently with the crimson flames. The clash of ice and fire sent piercing shrieks through the air within a ten-zhang radius, and countless petals exploded into dust in the air, resembling a blood-red rain of flowers.

Amidst the chaos, a familiar silver bell sound could be faintly heard.

Shi Feiyang's heart tightened, and in a daze, he saw Ayina's figure gracefully gliding through the sea of ​​flowers again. Her silver bells swayed in the wind, and her exotic scimitar drew a beautiful arc—but when he reached out to grab it, he only grasped a wisp of wind carrying the scent of white orchids. Only then did Shi Feiyang realize that the twelve people's positions secretly corresponded to the Big Dipper and the Five Elements' generating and restraining formation, and the assassin at the center of the formation was slowly turning the bronze compass in his hand, each turn bringing with it a gust of bloody wind.

Shi Feiyang roared, "Taking my life, Hongli, is no easy task! How could my Great Qing Empire be so easily defeated! Hmph!" He then unleashed a powerful strike with both palms, "Slaying the Mortal World!"

Golden blade energy crisscrossed like the blazing sun in the sky. Wherever the palm wind passed, the air was torn apart, producing a thunderous explosion.

However, the assassin at the heart of the formation grinned maliciously and pulled out a white orchid-shaped smoke bomb.

The moment the purple poisonous smoke exploded, the Twelve Fiends' attack became even more ruthless, their curved blades like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, targeting his vital points.

Shi Feiyang's crystal-clear eyes were stung by the poisonous fog, and through his blurred tears, he saw a flash of cold light at Ayina's throat! It was the Nine-Turn Bewitching Nail from the Divine Water Palace! Memories flashed through his mind like lightning, and the scene of Ayina blocking the nail for him that day was still vivid in his mind.

Without a second thought, he unleashed the "Breaking the Universe" technique with all his might. The golden dragon phantom broke through the killing formation, and wherever its tail swept, the falling petals instantly froze into ice crystals, refracting thousands of cold rays under the moonlight.

"So this is what you wanted!" Shi Feiyang suddenly noticed that the assassins were deliberately avoiding his vital points, and all their attacks were aimed at the deerskin pouch at his waist. Anger surged up, and he activated his Mingyu Gong to the "Limitless Asura's Hell on Earth", making him look like an ancient ice sculpture shrouded in cold mist.

The chilling air transformed into thousands of ice spikes that shot out in all directions. The moment it grabbed an assassin's wrist, the vortex of suction in the palm of the hand began to spin wildly.

The man watched in horror as his inner strength was drained away like water from a burst dam, a chill spreading through his meridians, and in the blink of an eye, he was frozen into an ice statue.

Seeing this, the other assassins simultaneously bit open their poison sacs. Purple poison mist spread out, and Shi Feiyang waved his hand to disperse it, but found only half a white orchid petal among the mess. The petal still had fresh bloodstains on it, and it gleamed eerily in the moonlight.

He gripped the petal tightly, a resolute glint flashing in his glassy eyes.

The mountain wind whipped at his robes as Shi Feiyang watched the poisonous mist dissipate. The two characters "Cang Sheng" (meaning "All Living Beings") on his heavy black iron sword gleamed in the moonlight. ...

The bloodshed of the Battle of Hami had not yet dissipated when Shi Feiyang led his army to Yumen Pass, just as the frost was falling.

Icicles clung to the iron flagpole atop the city wall, tearing the "Great Qing" military flag into fragmented, blood-red pieces.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the pass, his heavy black iron sword resting beside him. The two characters "Cang Sheng" (meaning "All Living Beings") on the blade were soaked in battle blood and glowed with a dark red light in the twilight.

"Report!" The scout's hooves shattered the thin ice inside the pass. "The Dzungar Khan has personally led an army of 100,000 and has crossed the Baiyang River!"

Wei Nianhua gripped the farewell hook tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force: "Your Highness, my Sticky Pole Division is willing to lead a death squad to launch a night raid on the enemy camp!" Chen Feng waved his black gold fan, the newly inscribed words "One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand" on the fan were covered by frost, but they revealed a touch of desolation: "This humble general believes that we should first cut off their food supplies."

As Shi Feiyang gazed at the undulating sand dunes beyond the pass, he recalled the time when Hami fell, when an old woman knelt before his horse, holding her grandson, pleading, "Your Highness, please spare the child's life." At that moment, the cold wind whipped up his cloak, revealing the four characters "Mountains and Rivers Forever Stable" embroidered by Lady Fucha on the inner lining.

As he turned around, a resolute fire ignited in his glassy eyes: "Pass down the order, we will depart at Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow."

At midnight, Shi Feiyang patrolled the camp alone. Around the campfire, wounded soldiers bandaged each other's wounds and talked quietly about their wives and children back home.

He passed a soldier with a broken leg who was carving something on wood with a broken knife. When he saw him coming, the soldier struggled to salute.

"Don't move." Shi Feiyang pressed down on his shoulder, and saw that the carving on the wood depicted a little girl with pigtails. "This is..."

"Your Highness, it's my daughter." The soldier smiled憨厚ly. "She always says she'll buy her candied hawthorns when her father comes home."

Shi Feiyang's throat tightened as he recalled the image of his young son in the palace clutching his clothes and calling him "Father." He took a money pouch from his waist and stuffed it into the soldier's hand: "After this battle, buy her a few more strings of coins."

As I turned to leave, I heard a sob behind me, and I quickened my pace. At three-quarters past dawn, the sandstorm started again.

Shi Feiyang stood on the command platform, watching Wei Nianhua lead three hundred elite soldiers to don the wolf-skin armor of the Dzungars. Chen Feng carried twelve blood-dripping darts on his back, and Bai Zhen's iron claws gleamed with a bluish light under the moonlight.

“This journey is fraught with danger,” Shi Feiyang said in a deep voice, “but for the sake of the people within the pass, all of you, follow me and fight with all your might!” In the darkest hour before dawn, the assassins infiltrated the enemy camp like black beetles.

Wei Nianhua's farewell hook was the first to be drawn, severing the throat of the snoring sentry. Chen Feng threw out a bone-piercing nail, accurately striking the brow of the night patrol cavalryman.

Bai Zhen used the "Golden Eagle Pounces on Rabbit" technique, grabbing the neck of the enemy's supply officer with his iron claws and snapping his neck in an instant.

Shi Feiyang gripped the Xuan Tie Heavy Blade tightly, feeling the Ming Yu Gong surging through his meridians like a river. He looked at the central command tent of the Dzungar Khan and suddenly remembered the fragment of the secret letter that Ruoyao had clutched before she was seriously injured—"The Chen Family of Haining".

This secret, like a boulder weighing on his heart, transformed into boundless power at this moment. He roared, "Soldiers, kill!" and unleashed a strike called "Slaying the Mortal World!" The blade's energy cleaved open the tent flap, startling Ashina Sun, who was performing divination inside.

"It's you again!" Ashina Sun brandished his wolf-headed staff, but the sand pillar was three inches shorter than before. Shi Feiyang sneered, activating the vortex suction of the Mingyu Gong, which sucked up all the sand blades that the opponent was attacking, and then swung them back at the butter lamp hanging in the tent.

The kerosene splattered everywhere, and a raging fire broke out instantly.

"You ignorant fool, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of my national teacher?" Ashina Sun suddenly shrieked, his voice filled with a desperate ruthlessness.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank suddenly. Before he could think, the sword energy surged out like a mighty river. The golden dragon phantom of "Breaking the Universe" rose into the air and shattered the wolf-headed staff.

Ashina Falcon flew backward with a miserable cry, his chest charred black.

Shi Feiyang approached through the sea of ​​fire, but when he saw the silver wolf head hanging at the waist of the other man, he suddenly remembered the wooden carver soldier from Hami.

His blade stopped three inches from the man's throat, but the hot wind from the blade's aura had already scorched Ashina Sun's eyebrows. "Go back and tell your Khan," Shi Feiyang's voice was colder than the wind at Yumen Pass, "that if you invade my borders again, next time, my blade will not stop at your throat."

Having said that, he swung his sword and cut the tent ropes, and the burning tent collapsed with a crash, burying Ashina Sun's screams in the sea of ​​fire.

As the sun rose, the Dzungar army had retreated more than a hundred miles away. Shi Feiyang stood on Yumen Pass, watching the victorious soldiers return, when he suddenly noticed that the soldier with the broken leg was being carried on a stretcher by his comrades, and next to the little girl on the wooden plank, there was a string of candied hawthorns carved from seashells.

"Your Highness, why not kill that Imperial Advisor?" Bai Zhen asked, wiping the blood from his iron claws, his eyes filled with doubt.

As Shi Feiyang gazed at the gradually dissipating sandstorm beyond the pass, he recalled the "Eternal Stability of Mountains and Rivers" embroidered by Lady Fucha, and Ruoyao's charming yet sorrowful smile.

He gently stroked the two characters "Cang Sheng" (meaning "All Living Beings") on the heavy black iron sword and said softly, "Killing one person is easy, but bringing peace to the world is difficult. Our swords should be wielded to protect all living beings, not to kill for the sake of killing." Wei Nianhua and Chen Feng exchanged a glance and suddenly knelt on one knee.

They finally understood that what Prince Bao cared about was not the power struggles of an emperor, but the vast land and the common people.

Outside Yumen Pass, the first rays of sunlight after the first frost gently fell upon the tattered edge of the "Great Qing" military flag, like a white lotus blooming amidst blood and fire. A few days later, on the city wall, the setting sun cast a long shadow of Shi Feiyang. Gazing at the sprawling camps of the 100,000-strong Dzungar army, he lightly stroked the heavy black iron sword at his waist; the two characters "Common People" engraved on the blade gleamed faintly in the twilight.

"Commander Wei, Mr. Chen, and Guard Bai, come to my tent for a discussion." As he turned around, a calculating glint flashed in his glassy eyes.

Inside the central command tent, a sheepskin map was spread out on the table, marking the routes for transporting grain and provisions to the Dzungar Khanate.

Chen Feng waved his large black fan, the four characters "Strategic Planning" on the fan surface flickering in the candlelight: "According to intelligence reports, their provisions all come from the Ili River, pass through the Bailongdui Desert, and are transported by twelve camel caravans. There are nine beacon towers along the way, so if they are attacked, the message can be sent to the Khan's camp in half a day."

Wei Nianhua's farewell hook gently tapped the ground, making a crisp sound: "This humble general is willing to lead his men in a night raid on the beacon tower, but in this vast desert, how can we find the exact location of the supplies?"

Shi Feiyang suddenly smiled, a smile as warm as melting snow in spring: "Do you still remember that old camel driver in Hami City?"

He took out a roll of sheepskin, on which were crookedly drawn underground rivers and oases in the desert. "This old man has been walking in the desert for forty years. He said that deep in Bailongdui there is a 'Ghost Eye Spring'. It looks dry, but in fact, there is a surging underground current. If the Dzungars want to avoid the eyes and ears of the Han army, they must draw water from this place."

Bai Zhen's iron claws clenched so tightly they cracked: "Your Highness means to ambush at the water source?" "Not so." Shi Feiyang's fingertip traced the sand dunes beside Ghost Eye Spring on the map. "The Dzungars are addicted to mare's milk wine, but their brewing method requires running water. We only need..."

He lowered his voice and explained the plan in detail, which made all three of them look at him with admiration.

Three days later, deep in the Bailongdui Desert. Twelve camel caravans were traveling under the scorching sun. The centurion leading the caravan licked his dry lips, gazing towards the Ghost Eye Spring in the distance. Suddenly, a sandstorm swirled up, and in a daze, the sound of camel bells seemed to come from all directions.

"Beware of a trap!" The centurion drew his scimitar, only to see twelve blood-dripping darts fly out from the sandstorm, instantly taking the lives of twelve sentries.

Wei Nianhua's parting hook cut into the enemy ranks like a ghost, its tip specifically targeting the camel's tendon; Chen Feng waved his folding fan lightly, and bone-piercing nails poured down like a torrential rain, blocking the enemy's retreat; Bai Zhen unleashed "Eagle Soaring Through the Sky," and wherever his iron claws touched, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Amidst the chaos of the caravan, Shi Feiyang descended from the heavens like a god, unleashing the Mingyu Gong to its fullest extent, emanating an icy aura. He used his palm as a blade, unleashing the "Viewing the Vast Ocean" technique from the Hundred Victories Blade Method! The palm wind whipped up a cloud of yellow sand, forming a sand wall that trapped the caravan in the center.

The centurion stared at the handsome, godlike young man, a sense of dread rising within him: "Are you a man or a demon?!"

Shi Feiyang sneered, "Tell your Khan that if you want grain, come to Ghost Eye Spring to get it!" With that, he used the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison" technique of Mingyu Gong. In an instant, all the water sources within a hundred feet were frozen into ice, and even the wine bags carried by the caravan were soaked in the cold air.

When the Dzungar reinforcements arrived, they found only camels with severed tendons and wine sacks covered in thick layers of ice. Shi Feiyang and his men had already vanished into the vast desert, leaving behind only a scene of devastation and a declaration of war: "The one who cut off your supplies is Prince Hongli of the Great Qing!"

When the news reached the Dzungar Khan's camp, the Khan, gazing at the wine flasks frozen solid, overturned his table in fury: "You little brat Hongli, I will tear you to pieces!" But no matter how enraged he was, without food and water, his 100,000-strong army was like a toothless tiger, forced to halt its advance. Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang stood atop the city wall, watching the people joyfully carrying away the spoils of war.

A child held out a string of candied hawthorns to him: "Uncle General, have some candied hawthorns!" Shi Feiyang took the candied hawthorns, looked at the distant desert, and his glassy eyes were full of tenderness: "Go back quickly, and the days to come will be as sweet as honey."

The reinforcements of the Dzungar Khan were like dark clouds obscuring the sun, and 200,000 iron cavalry shattered the silence of the Gobi Desert.

Amidst the billowing dust, the sound of horns shook the walls of Yumen Pass, causing earth to splatter. Shi Feiyang stood atop the beacon tower, his heavy black iron sword leaning against his side, the blade reflecting his furrowed brows—this battle concerned the peace of the frontier for a century.

"Your Highness! The enemy vanguard has reached Tiger Head Gorge!" The scout was covered in blood, and his warhorse collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth. Shi Feiyang looked down at the winding zigzag mountain road in the gorge and suddenly felt a coolness in his palm—the gold-embroidered unicorn on the wrist guard of Lady Fucha was trembling slightly in the wind.

Wei Nianhua's parting hook gleamed with a deep blue in the setting sun. He pointed to the cliffs on both sides of the canyon: "This place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but if the enemy attacks with fire..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Feng chuckled, waving his large black fan: "Commander Wei, don't be anxious. This humble general has already prepared 'Rain of Pear Blossoms'." With a flick of the fan ribs, thirty-six hidden arrows shot out and accurately embedded themselves in a dead tree a hundred paces away, instantly riddling the trunk with holes.

Bai Zhen suddenly leaped onto the watchtower, his iron claws gripping the beam with a screeching sound: "There's some unusual activity in the northwest!" Everyone looked over and saw hundreds of armored war elephants emerging from the sandstorm, with earthenware jars filled with oil tied to their tusks—it was the Dzungar's "Burning Sky Battle Formation"!
Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted sharply, and his Mingyu Gong (a martial arts technique) was activated with a roar, causing his skin to glow with a glassy luster.

He drew his heavy black iron sword with a backhand motion, the ancient Miao script on the blade exuding a chilling aura: "Pass down the order, 'Ice Dragon Formation' to meet the enemy!"

As the command flag was waved, three hundred specially made waterwheels were pushed out from the Qing army ranks, filled with saltpeter soaked in the cold spring water of Tianshan Mountain.

The moment the war elephants stepped into the canyon, Shi Feiyang roared, "Open the gates!"

The icy spring, carrying saltpeter, cascaded down like a waterfall, instantly turning into white mist upon touching the scalding sand. Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique: Demon-Slaying Cloud," the chilling air whipped up by his palm mingling with the water mist, condensing into a hundred-foot-high ice wall in the canyon.

The war elephants stepped onto the frozen ground, instantly throwing men and elephants to the ground, their screams echoing through the sky. "Child's play!" the Dzungar Khan sneered from the mountaintop, slamming down his wolf-headed command flag. Instantly, a volley of arrows was unleashed, fire arrows trailing long, fiery tails as they hurtled towards the ice wall. Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade" technique with both palms, the vortex of his Mingyu Gong suddenly generating suction, pulling half of the fire arrows back into the enemy ranks, instantly igniting a raging fire within the camp.

Wei Nianhua's parting hook, like a serpent emerging from its hole, weaved through the rain of arrows, aiming specifically for the throats of enemy archers; Chen Feng's black gold fan unfolded, its mechanism activated, and countless bone-piercing nails swarmed towards the enemy ranks like locusts; Bai Zhen unleashed the "Nine Forms of the Golden Eagle," his iron claws splattering blood wherever they passed, roaring as he fought: "You traitors, today is your burial ground!"

In the heat of battle, Shi Feiyang suddenly saw a scarlet cloak flash across the mountain peak—it was Ashina Sun! The Grand Preceptor wielded his wolf-headed staff, which stirred up a sandstorm dozens of feet high, pressing down on the Qing army like a dark cloud covering the sky.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he activated the Mingyu Skill to the peak of "Supreme Forgetfulness of Ice Soul Cold Prison", making him look like a war god formed from ice and snow.

He leaped into the air and unleashed the "Severing Reincarnation" technique from the Hundred Victories Swordplay!

The heavy iron blade, imbued with the force of creation, slashed down. The blade's energy collided with the sandstorm, producing a deafening roar, and ice crystals and yellow sand intertwined in the air, creating a magnificent dance of death.

Ashina Falcon screamed and flew backward, his wolf-headed staff shattering inch by inch, his chest covered in frost.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Dzungar Khan turned his horse and fled.

Shi Feiyang wouldn't let him get away, using his "Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles" lightness skill to give chase. Reaching a precipice, the Khan reined in his horse and turned around, a mad glint in his eyes: "Hongli! You think victory is assured? Do you dare to fight me one-on-one?"

Shi Feiyang sheathed his sword, a look of pity flashing in his glassy eyes: "Our battle could have been avoided."

Before he could finish speaking, the Khan suddenly threw out a hidden poisoned dart.

Shi Feiyang was prepared and used the "Shifting Flowers and Replacing Jade" technique, but the poisoned dart was shot back and hit the Khan in the throat.

As the sun set, corpses littered the canyon floor. Shi Feiyang gazed at the retreating enemy army in the distance, bent down to pick up a Han army arrowhead, and gently rubbed it in his palm: "This world will eventually be restored to peace for the people."

Wei Nianhua and the others gathered around and saw that Shi Feiyang's robes were stained with blood but his figure was upright, like an immortal poplar in the desert.

Chen Feng lightly waved his folding fan and laughed, "Your Highness's battle will be recorded in history!"

Shi Feiyang, however, looked towards the smoke rising from the chimneys inside Yumen Pass and said softly, "What is there to regret in history? I only hope that there will be no more wars and that the people can enjoy peace. However, since I have killed the Khan of the Dzungars, the remaining forces of his tribe will surely seek revenge. Wei Nianhua, order the general to lead the majority of the troops out of the city and implement the empty city strategy. When the enemy enters the city, General Yue will carry out a counter-encirclement, counter-ambush, and counter-annihilation."

"Yes, sir!" Wei Nianhua immediately obeyed and left.

As the morning mist was shattered by the sound of horses' hooves, Shi Feiyang was helping an old woman step over the broken walls and ruins. In her arms, an infant in swaddling clothes was looking at his glassy pupils with innocent eyes, its little hands clutching the gold-threaded dragon pattern on his black cloak, giggling.

The sounds of Dzungar cavalry charging echoed in the distance, but he gently stroked the baby's face and turned to Wei Nianhua, saying, "Escort all the people to the cellars west of the city, and seal the entrance with huge stones." (End of Chapter)