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

Night falls exceptionally early in Black Wind Gorge.

The buzzing of the thousand-machine crossbow echoed through the valley, like the whisper of death.

As Shi Feiyang gazed at the barrage of crossbow bolts, he suddenly recalled Chen Nan's eyes before his death—so resolute, so cold.

He roared and unleashed the "Slaying the Mortal World" technique with both palms. The Hundred Victories Blade Technique transformed into nine golden dragons, cleaving through the rain of arrows.

Huo Qingtong's Hui cavalry charged in like a whirlwind, their scimitars reflecting the moonlight as they collided with crossbow bolts, sending sparks flying. The figure of Yu Yutong, the fourteenth leader of the Red Flower Society, appeared and disappeared in the firelight, a jade flute now in his hand, its eerie melody causing some of the crossbows to veer off course.

Shi Feiyang leaped into the air, activating the Mingyu Skill, his entire body resembling white ice shrouded in cold mist.

He saw Amursana grinning maliciously behind the lines, manipulating the main control of the Thousand Machine Crossbow in his hand.

So, Shi Feiyang unleashed a double palm strike, "Breaking Heaven and Earth!" The sword energy pressed down like a tidal wave, but the moment it touched the central control point, he hurriedly used "Shifting Flowers and Jade," redirecting his power and sword energy in another direction. He saw a familiar figure destroying the central control mechanism of the rebel army's Thousand Machine Crossbow. It was Chen Jialuo! He wielded his twin swords into a shield of light, emitting a deafening roar.

"Your Majesty," Chen Jialuo's voice pierced through the smoke of battle, "spare Kalis's life, and let the grudges from back in the Forbidden City be settled!"

Shi Feiyang saw Kalis standing behind Chen Jialuo, with tears glistening in her eyes.

At this moment, the tenderness atop Mount Tai, the resentment of the Forbidden City, and the carnage on the battlefield surged forth like a tide. Ming Yu Gong circulated wildly within his body, but he suddenly sheathed his sword, and the suction force in his palm swept up a hail of crossbow bolts, which he then fired in the opposite direction at the rebel army.

"Fine! I'll give the Red Flower Society some face today!" Shi Feiyang's voice echoed through the canyon. "But Amursana must die!" As the last crossbow bolt landed, the dawn pierced through the clouds.

Looking at the devastated battlefield, Shi Feiyang suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion.

Huo Qingtong handed over a pot of mare's milk wine, her gaze gentle: "Your Majesty, this is the best wine from the Hui region." Shi Feiyang took the pot, but then saw Kalis and Chen Jialuo walking away hand in hand. He tilted his head back and drank the strong liquor in one gulp; the burning sensation in his throat was nothing compared to the piercing pain in his heart.

Shen Qingru silently draped a cloak over him. "Qingru," Shi Feiyang said in a low voice, gazing at the bright moon over the Tianshan Mountains, "tell me, is it truly possible to have both worldly power and personal love?"

Shen Qingru gripped his cold hand tightly, the soft sword and silver bells jingling softly in the wind: "Your Majesty, at least for now, Qingru is still with you."

The moonlight, like a light veil, enveloped the vast military camp, gently enveloping the land that had witnessed countless loves and hates.

Shi Feiyang stood in the center of the camp, bathed in the cool moonlight, which cast a hazy glow upon him. The jade pendant with a coiled dragon at his waist gleamed faintly. He gazed for a long time at the gradually whitening eastern sky, where the rosy dawn was quietly painting the horizon, as if trying to erase all the bloodshed and sorrow of the previous night. However, only he knew that the turmoil in his heart was far more turbulent than the sky about to break through the dawn.

His hand gripping the jade pendant tightened, his knuckles turning white from the force. Shi Feiyang finally made up his mind. He strode towards Huo Qingtong's tent, each step feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, shattering the silver frost on the ground and breaking down the defenses he had built deep within his heart.

Outside Huo Qingtong's tent, two cowhide lanterns swayed gently in the morning breeze, casting flickering shadows on the ground.

Shi Feiyang stopped and looked at the tent that was emitting a warm, faint light. Memories surged back like a tidal wave.

The enchanting scenery atop Mount Tai, the laughter and joy they shared as they rode horses together, the affection and trust that shone in her eyes; and later, when her identity was revealed, her icy gaze and piercing accusations—all these flashed repeatedly through his mind.

Taking a deep breath, Shi Feiyang reached out and lifted the tent flap. Inside the tent, Huo Qingtong was combing her cascading black hair in front of a bronze mirror. The morning light shone through the fine curtains, bathing her in a soft golden glow.

Hearing the noise, her fingertips trembled slightly, and the comb paused for a moment in her hair before she slowly turned her head.

Those eyes, as clear as autumn water, suddenly lit up the moment they met Shi Feiyang's gaze, like a pebble thrown into a deep, still pool, creating ripples, or like fireworks suddenly bursting in the night sky, dazzling and moving.

"It's you." She spoke softly, her voice so gentle as if afraid of shattering the tranquil atmosphere.

She put down the wooden comb with gentle, elegant movements, as if handling a rare treasure.

She slowly stood up, her fiery red skirt swaying gently like a blooming rose, making her figure even more graceful.

Her lips curved slightly upward, forming a gentle and shy smile.

That smile, like the warm spring sun, instantly dispelled the gloom in Shi Feiyang's heart. Looking at the woman before him, who was as beautiful as a fairy, Shi Feiyang felt as if something was blocking his throat. After a long while, he finally found his voice: "Qingtong, these years..." His words stopped abruptly, not knowing where to begin. Those debts, longings, and complex emotions wove together in his heart into an impenetrable net.

Huo Qingtong approached slowly, her steps light yet firm. Her gaze never left Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with deep affection and longing, as if she wanted to make up for all the time she had missed over the years with just that one look.

She tilted her head slightly, her long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks, like the sunset on the horizon.

“I understand.” She interrupted him before he finished speaking, her voice trembling slightly, with a barely perceptible sob in it. “At the summit of Mount Tai, you were Chen Jialuo, the beloved with whom I shared the beauty of the mountains and rivers and poured out my heart; but now you are the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

She reached out her hand, her movements hesitant yet eager, before gently placing it on the back of his hand, her fingertips slightly curled as if trying to hold onto his warmth.

"But I also know that in your heart, there will always be a corner where you hold onto the feelings you once had." Shi Feiyang looked at her, a pang of sorrow rising in his heart. "Back then, I was the one who wronged you."

His voice was low and hoarse, filled with deep remorse.

Huo Qingtong's eyes instantly welled up with tears, which swirled in her eyes but stubbornly refused to fall. She shook her head, and with her other hand, she gently stroked Shi Feiyang's cheek, her fingertips trembling slightly as she lightly brushed his skin like a feather.

“Let bygones be bygones.” Her eyes were full of affection and understanding. “I led the Hui cavalry to help you this time, firstly so that the Hui people would no longer suffer from the ravages of war, and secondly…”

She paused, her blush deepening, and lowered her eyes shyly, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. "I also wanted to see you again, to see if you were alright."

Shi Feiyang grasped her hand in return, pressing it tightly against his chest so she could feel his pounding heart. "Qingtong, I once thought the path of an emperor was destined to be lonely, that power and love were mutually exclusive. But after experiencing so much, I've come to understand that some feelings run deep, impossible to sever no matter what." Huo Qingtong could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto their clasped hands.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with joy and emotion, and gently wiped Shi Feiyang's face, as if trying to erase all his weariness and pain. "I feel the same way. Over the years, I have hated you and resented you, but when I see you again, all the resentment turns into heartache. I know that the burden on your shoulders is too heavy."

They smiled at each other, their eyes filled with deep affection and longing. At that moment, the hustle and bustle of the outside world seemed to have faded away, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats, weaving a moving melody in the quiet tent.

Huo Qingtong leaned gently against Shi Feiyang's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling his warm embrace, her smile growing even more tender. "Qingtong," Shi Feiyang called softly, his voice filled with endless tenderness and promise, "when the world is at peace, I wish to accompany you back to the summit of Mount Tai, to watch the sunrise and sunset, the clouds drift and gather."

Huo Qingtong buried her head even deeper, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, as if afraid that if she let go, all this beauty would disappear. "I'll wait for you." Her voice was close to his chest, firm yet gentle, "No matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you."

As dawn broke, the light filtered through the gaps in the tent, bathing the two embracing figures in a glow of hope, illuminating their love that had weathered many storms. Huo Qingtong raised her head, her eyes filled with longing and anticipation, and gently stroked Shi Feiyang's eyebrows and eyes, as if trying to etch his image into her heart.

The night wind at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, carrying icicles, made the central command tent rustle loudly.

When Shi Feiyang stepped out of Huo Qingtong's tent, the black dragon-patterned soft armor still retained a faint scent of mare's milk wine.

He looked up at the sky, where the morning star was faintly visible through the thick clouds, just like his uncertain state of mind at that moment—the tenderness he had just shared with Huo Qingtong, holding hands and gazing at each other, was suddenly shattered by the faint voices coming from outside the tent.

Turning the corner, in the halo of torchlight, Wei Nianhua's farewell hook leaned against his shoulder, making a clattering sound; Heshen gently waved his folding fan, the four characters "明察秋毫" (meaning "clear-sightedness") on the fan surface distorted in the firelight; Yue Shan gripped the Overlord Spear tightly, the dried bloodstains on the tassel glowing eerily blackish-red in the night.

The generals stood solemnly like pines, yet none dared to look directly into the lingering tenderness in the emperor's eyes. "Your Majesty did not return all night; were you enjoying the bright moon over Tianshan with Miss Huo?" Heshen broke the silence first, lightly tapping the lingering rouge stains on Shi Feiyang's clothes with his folding fan.

These words, though seemingly a joke, concealed a sharp edge, startling Shen Qingru so much that the silver bell on her soft sword trembled slightly. Shi Feiyang's gaze swept over the crowd like lightning, and as he circulated his Mingyu Gong, the cold air rising from his palm condensed into frost flowers on the blue bricks in front of the tent: "Lord He's eyes are even sharper than the secret agents of the Sticky Pole Bureau."

He slowly stepped into the tent, the crisp sound of his dragon boots crushing ice shards like the tearing of a veil.

Inside the council chamber, the map of the Western Regions on the sand table flickered in the light of tallow candles.

Ruiyun's hands trembled slightly as he held the battle report. The fifteen-year-old's robe was still stained with the blood of yesterday's battle: "Reporting to Father, the scouts report that the remnants of Amursana's forces have fled to the Altai Mountains. However, recent blizzards have blocked the mountains, and if we forcibly pursue them..."

"I second that!" Yue Shan slammed his spear down hard, the tip piercing the felt blanket. "At this moment, with supplies running low, we fear that more than half of our soldiers will suffer from frostbite and die!"

His gaze swept over Shi Feiyang, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. "When Your Majesty was flirting with Miss Huo last night, did you ever think about the lives of the soldiers?"

The air in the tent froze instantly.

Wei Nianhua's parting hook silently emerged three inches from its sheath, while Shen Qingru's Canglang sword technique was poised to strike from her sleeve.

Shi Feiyang suddenly chuckled, a laugh that was like a glacier breaking, making everyone's eardrums hurt.

As he activated the Mingyu Skill, his skin turned a translucent jade color, and a sudden suction force arose in his palm, forcefully pulling Yue Shan's Overlord Spear off the ground.

"Is General Yue questioning me?" Shi Feiyang's voice was so cold it could freeze blood. "Do you know that for every day Amursana lives, the people of the Western Regions suffer for another day?" He flicked his finger, and the Overlord Spear shot out of the tent like an arrow, snapping a distant flagpole in half. "When you massacred villages in the Dzungar Khanate, did you ever think of innocent women and children?"

Yue Shan's expression changed drastically, but Chen Feng, waving his large black fan, said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. As the art of war says, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.' I dare to suggest that we first send Red Flower Society spies to scout out the enemy's situation..."

"No need!" Shi Feiyang slammed his palm on the sand table, shattering the model of the Tianshan Mountains. "I can't wait! The secret letter intercepted three days ago shows that the Kazakh Khan has allied with Amursana, and within a month, they will be able to raise 100,000 iron cavalry!"

His gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Heshen. "Lord He, what do you say?" Heshen lightly tapped his palm with his folding fan, a sly glint in his eyes. "His Majesty is wise. However..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, "I've heard that Miss Huo Qingtong is extremely knowledgeable about the terrain of the Tianshan Mountains. If we could ask her..."

"Shut up!" Shi Feiyang's aura suddenly intensified, extinguishing all the candles in the tent. When Ming Yugong relit the tent, everyone was horrified to find that Heshen's folding fan was covered in frost. "Miss Huo led the Hui cavalry to assist in the battle for a greater cause, not as a bargaining chip for you!"

Shen Qingru suddenly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, this servant is willing to lead three hundred elite warriors as the vanguard!" Her soft sword and silver bells rang out clearly in the darkness. "The seventh move of the Canglang Sword Technique, 'Stars Hanging Over the Plains,' is best suited for defeating enemies in the wind and snow!"

Ruiyun also knelt down, the scabbard of Abidao Sandao striking the blue bricks: "Your subject is willing to lead the rear army to escort grain and fodder. Even if I freeze to death, I will guard the supply line for Father Emperor!"

Wei Nianhua's parting hook suddenly pointed to the sky: "This humble general requests permission to lead three thousand iron cavalry to take the Snow Wolf Valley trail and catch the rebels off guard!"

He turned to look at Shi Feiyang, a rare respect flashing in his eyes, "I still remember His Majesty's heroic spirit in fighting the Heaven and Earth Society alone in Yangzhou back then."

Shi Feiyang gazed at the crowd below, a surge of emotion coursing through him. The chilling aura of the Mingyu Gong gradually dissipated, replaced by the powerful true energy of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

He slowly drew the jade pendant from his waist, its dragon pattern flickering in the firelight: "Very well! We'll depart at dawn tomorrow. If anyone dares to back down again..."

He unleashed a burst of sword energy from his palm, cleaving the table in two. "Don't blame me for my invincible sword technique not recognizing anyone!"

As the banquet ended, Shen Qingru quietly followed Shi Feiyang and said, "Your Majesty, Miss Huo asked me to pass this on."

She handed him a sheepskin pouch containing herbs for warmth and a hand-drawn map marked with hidden paths in the Tianshan Mountains.

Shi Feiyang stroked the delicate handwriting on the map, suddenly recalling Huo Qingtong's parting gaze—a look as clear and cold as melting snow on the Tianshan Mountains, yet burning with intense affection. He pressed the map to his heart, whispering to the dawning eastern sky, "Qingtong, on the day of our triumphant return, I will show you all of this vast land." Meanwhile, in the Altai Mountains, Amursana, watching the howling blizzard, laughed wildly: "Hongli, you think you can win with just passion? This icy wasteland will be your burial ground!"

He slammed his wolf-headed staff heavily on the ground, startling a whole mountain of crows, their dark wings obscuring the last glimmer of starlight.

The north wind was like a knife, shredding the snowflakes into sharp icicles.

Shi Feiyang stood on the high platform in the center of the army, his Mingyu Gong at its peak. The cold aura surrounding him condensed the falling snowflakes into ice crystal armor, which gleamed with a cold blue light in the dim light of the sky.

He gazed at the horizon swallowed by the blizzard, when the dragon-patterned jade pendant at his waist suddenly became hot—it was an emergency signal transmitted by the secret guards of the Sticky Rod Office.

"Report! Amursana is leading 30,000 cavalry from the northwest!" The scout's roar was torn to shreds by the gale. Before the words were even finished, a black crack suddenly appeared in the distant Gobi Desert. The scimitars of Dawachi's remnants appeared and disappeared in the snow curtain, the dark red curse runes on the blades emitting an eerie light. As they shouted in unison, they actually condensed into a solid black mist in the wind and snow.

Ruiyun gripped the Avici Road Three Blades tightly, the young prince's python robe fluttering in the cold wind: "Father! Look at the 'Blood Soul Curse' on their blades!"

Before he could finish speaking, Huo Cheng had already darted out like a ghost, his palms flashing with a bluish-gray light, the extremely vicious "Ten Thousand Slices Technique".

Three rebel cavalrymen swung their swords at him, but the moment they touched his body, they and their horses were torn apart by an invisible force into a rain of blood. Before the limbs and pieces of flesh could even hit the ground, they were frozen into scarlet ice shards.

"A mere trick!" Chen Feng strode forward, brandishing his large, black-gold fan, the Big Dipper pattern on its surface shimmering with a mysterious blue light. He unleashed the "Heavenly Gang Acupoint Strike!" With a light tap of his toes on the horse's back, the large fan, like a serpent emerging from its hole, precisely struck the rebel's Tanzhong acupoint.

Those burly warriors froze on their horses, their pupils reflecting their distorted images, black blood spilling from the corners of their mouths. They had been struck in a vital point, and their internal energy had been completely shattered.

Yue Shan's Overlord Spear suddenly emitted a dragon's roar, and the dried bloodstains on the spear tassel became even more ferocious in the wind and snow.

"Break the formation!" he roared as he charged into the enemy ranks, his spear tip piercing the leather shields of the rebels, and with a sweep of the spear shaft, several men's breastbones shattered. Even more astonishingly, each swing of the Overlord Spear brought forth a golden spear light, instantly turning the accumulated snow into blood wherever it passed.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the poisoned arrows flying everywhere and unleashed his "Flower Shifting and Jade Grafting" divine skill! A vortex of suction suddenly appeared in his palm. With a soft shout, the arrows traced eerie arcs in the air, shooting back and piercing the rebel's throat.

Immediately afterwards, the move "Slaying the Mortal World" was unleashed! The Hundred Victories Blade Technique, imbued with the power of the Ice Soul Cold Prison, slashed down. Nine golden blade beams collided with the pitch-black curved blade array, and the resulting shockwave sent sand and gravel flying within a radius of ten feet. In the distance, half of the hill was actually sheared off.

Shen Qingru's soft sword, wrapped in a wolfskin sheath, still rang out with a clear, melodious sound amidst the wind and snow. She unleashed the move "Canglang Dielang"! Her toes touched a camel skull, and the sword light, like crashing waves, shredded the weapons of the five attackers into scrap metal.

Suddenly feeling a chill on the back of her neck, she dodged quickly to the side. A poisoned bone blade grazed her ear and cleaved into the sand dune, the blood groove on the blade still dripping with smoldering, putrid liquid. Ruiyun's Avici Path Three Blades swept across the snowstorm, countless phantoms of wronged souls appearing in the flashing light. The young prince unleashed "Avici Path: Crossing the Calamity"! With a roar, he severed the enemy general's head, hot blood splattering on his youthful face, yet making his eyes shine even brighter.

As he cleaved the second man's chest with his blade, the runes on the blade suddenly lit up, forcibly extracting the man's soul, which was then absorbed into the blade as a wisp of black mist. Heshen's crescent-shaped scimitar suddenly unsheathed, its ruby ​​hilt gleaming eerily in the wind and snow.

He unleashed "Divine Blade Slash!" His figure moved like a ghost through the enemy ranks, the blade flashing like a crescent moon across the sky, cleaving three cavalrymen in two, sword and all. Even more bizarrely, the severed weapons began to rust before hitting the ground, instantly turning into piles of scrap metal.

Wei Nianhua's departure drew a cold, crescent-moon-like glint, hooking the rebel leader's throat.

"Do you recognize this?" He suddenly ripped off the other man's collar, revealing a wolf head tattoo on his neck. "The massacre at Yumen Pass ten years ago, it's time to pay the price!" With a flick of his wrist, the farewell hook slashed open his carotid artery, and a jet of blood splattered onto his black official robes, like blooming red plum blossoms.

The rebel leader stared wide-eyed until his death, his face filled with fear and resentment.

Just then, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves suddenly echoed from the western horizon.

Huo Qingtong led the Hui cavalry in like a red torrent, their scimitars reflecting the setting sun like blood.

"The Khoja tribe is here!" Her voice was clear as a silver bell, yet it carried a chilling killing intent. "Today, these traitors will pay for their crimes in blood!" Chen Jialuo and Kalis joined forces with their swords, and the Vermilion Bird totem of the Red Flower Society appeared in the sword light.

The two were of one mind; their swords flashed like white streaks, and wherever they passed, the rebels fell one after another, none of them able to withstand three moves. Even more remarkably, their swordplay contained the Daoist principles of Yin and Yang, cleverly deflecting the rebels' attacks and then counterattacking with softness over hardness.

A fierce blizzard swept through the north wind like a barrage of arrows, and the Qing army camp teetered on the brink of collapse under the oppressive force of the "Eternal Ice Demon Formation." Amursana stood atop the mountain, his bone staff stirring the dark clouds, eerie green flames flickering in the skull's eye sockets at the staff's tip: "Hongli, this icy hell will be your burial ground!"

Before the words were finished, a sword light suddenly flashed across the western sky like a shooting star.

The white-haired Taoist priest galloped through the snow, the red silk wrapped around his Qingfeng sword torn apart by the gale. He was none other than Wuchen, the second-in-command of the Red Flower Society.

"Stop your arrogance, you fiend!" His voice boomed like a bell, and he unleashed the Soul-Chasing Sword Technique. The sword light transformed into countless cold stars, shattering the falling ice spikes. Wherever the sword tip pointed, the scimitars in the rebels' hands suddenly shattered inch by inch, and the wielders' hands were ripped open, their blood blooming like red plum blossoms on the snow.

Zhao Banshan's furious shout followed immediately. The third leader of the Red Flower Society raised his hands in quick succession, and twelve specially made steel balls shot out in a fan shape.

The steel ball traced a strange arc in the air, bypassing the Qing soldiers and accurately striking the rebel flag bearer.

Even more strangely, after hitting its target, the steel ball suddenly bounced back and pierced the foreheads of three enemy soldiers who were trying to ignite the gunpowder. "The Red Flower Society's hidden weapons are not so easy to dodge!" He flicked his sleeves, his silver robe unstained by a single drop of blood.

Huo Qingtong reined in the neighing snow dragon horse, her curved blade twirling gracefully in her palm.

She glanced at the gunpowder carts on the enemy's left flank, a cunning glint in her eyes: "Khoja tribe, listen to my command, follow me in a feigned attack on the right flank!"

At a command, the Hui cavalry surged forth like a red, furious tide, their scimitars casting afterimages in the snow.

Once the main rebel force was drawn away, she suddenly reined in her horse and turned around, shouting, "Split into three groups and launch rockets simultaneously!"

Three hundred rockets pierced through the wind and snow, trailing long fiery tails as they hurtled towards the gunpowder truck.

Amursana's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly ordered his personal guards to stop them. However, he saw Chen Jialuo and Kalis combine their swords, and the sword light transformed into a light shield to block their path. A huge phantom of the Vermilion Bird appeared in the sword curtain, swallowing up all the rebels' arrows.

Shi Feiyang stood on the high platform, his Mingyu Gong at its peak, his ice armor reflecting a chilling light. When Amursana swung his bone staff again, the suction force in his palm surged, unleashing the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill! The countless ice spikes suddenly changed direction, piercing into the rebel ranks in the opposite direction.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang unleashed "Slaying the Mortal World" with both palms! The Hundred Victories Blade Technique, imbued with the power of the Ice Soul Cold Prison, slashed down, and nine golden blade beams collided with the black mist, the resulting shockwave evaporating all the snow within a ten-zhang radius.

Shen Qingru's Canglang Sword Technique and Wuchen Daoist's Soul-Chasing Sword intertwined in mid-air, forming a net. The old man and the young man, their swords combined, and wherever their sword energy passed, the rebels fell like grass. Suddenly, three poisoned arrows shot towards Shi Feiyang, but Zhao Banshan's thrown Dragon Wall steel ball timely deflected the arrows, its remaining force shattering the throat of the enemy soldier who fired them. Ruiyun's Avici Dao Three Blades gleamed with a ghostly blue light, and the young prince, covered in blood, fought with ever-brighter eyes.

Immediately afterward, Ruiyun unleashed "Avici Hell - Severing Illusion"! A phantom of a vengeful spirit appeared within the blade's light, forcibly pulling out the soul of a rebel general. The soul let out a piercing scream, only to be absorbed into the blade, making the light of the three blades of Avici Hell even brighter.

Huo Qingtong seized the opportunity and led twenty elite cavalrymen straight to Amursana.

The snow dragon steed Shi Feiyang had gifted her shattered the icy plains, her curved blade reflecting the flowing hair of her hair, a breathtakingly beautiful sight. "Die!" she cried, drawing her blade with a gleaming, cold light, but just as it was about to strike the enemy's head, she suddenly swung it to the side—Amursana had used a child as a shield!
The blade flashed across the child's hair, severing several strands of black hair, and simultaneously slicing off half of Amursana's ear. "What a vicious scheme!" Huo Qingtong sneered, her wrist flicking as her curved blade shot out like a serpent, knocking away the opponent's bone staff.

Master Wuchen's Soul-Chasing Sword arrived just in time, its sharp edge pressed against Amursana's throat: "Ten years ago, you slaughtered my entire Wudang lay disciple family; today is the day of reckoning!" Shi Feiyang's figure appeared before everyone like a ghost. Activating the Mingyu Gong, he became like an ice sculpture, his palm unleashing blade energy, and he slashed out with "Slaying the Mortal World"! Nine golden dragons soared into the sky, completely engulfing Amursana.

Amidst the deafening roar, the traitor's screams were quickly swallowed up by the wind and snow.

As the smoke cleared, Huo Qingtong looked at the mess on the ground and wiped the blood off her scimitar.

Shi Feiyang walked towards her, his black dragon robe fluttering in the wind: "Miss Huo's plan today saved the lives of 100,000 soldiers."

When she looked up, snowflakes still clung to her eyelashes, but she smiled brightly: "The Qing Emperor's sword aura is indeed formidable, but without the help of us Jianghu outlaws, this battle on the icy plains would likely be difficult to win."

After saying that, she turned to look at the Red Flower Society members standing side by side. Master Wuchen was wiping his sword, Zhao Banshan was bandaging the wounds of a young disciple, and Chen Jialuo and his wife smiled at each other.

The setting sun pierced through the clouds, turning the Tianshan Mountains blood-red.

As Shi Feiyang gazed at this scene, he suddenly realized that the peace and prosperity of this vast land was never the achievement of one person alone. He gripped the dragon-patterned jade pendant at his waist and secretly resolved to ensure that the righteous deeds of these heroes of the martial world would be forever etched in history.

As dusk, carrying the lingering snow of the Tianshan Mountains, swept into the military tent, Shi Feiyang finished reviewing the last urgent military report when the candlelight on his desk suddenly flickered violently.

He looked up and saw that the curtain had been lifted by the wind, and the moonlight poured in like a silver veil, outlining a graceful figure.

Huo Qingtong stood outside the tent, draped in a fiery red cloak. The silver ornaments in her hair trembled gently in the wind and snow, like the most radiant sunset from the Tianshan Mountains descending to earth. "Come in." Before Shi Feiyang finished speaking, the Mingyu Gong technique was quietly activated inside the tent, dispelling all the chill.

Huo Qingtong stepped in with light steps. The snow on her cloak had not yet melted, but it was steamed into wisps of white mist by the warmth.

Looking at the mountain of memorials on the table, a hint of heartache flashed in her eyes: "Your Majesty is working so hard, please take care of your health." As Shi Feiyang stood up, his black dragon robe stirred a breeze, and the jade pendant with the coiled dragon at his waist swayed gently.

He raised his hand to brush away the snowflakes from Huo Qingtong's temples, his fingertips touching her warm, jade-like skin: "With you by my side, I feel no fatigue." With that, he waved his palm lightly, and the guards inside the tent understood and withdrew, the heavy felt curtains falling to shut out the noise from the outside world.

The ice-silk curtains of the temporary palace swayed gently in the warm breeze. Huo Qingtong looked at the dragon embroidered with gold thread on the top of the curtain and suddenly chuckled: "Does Your Majesty still remember the little wooden house where we spent the night on the top of Mount Tai?"

Her voice carried a hint of reminiscence, "Back then, you would pick wild azaleas from the cliff for me."

Shi Feiyang pulled her into his arms, inhaling the familiar scent of mare's milk wine mingled with ambergris. "I remember you said you were willing to wander the world with me," he said, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "But now..."

“I have no regrets now.” Huo Qingtong looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “You are the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders; I am the leader of the Hui people, tasked with protecting my people. But…” Her cheeks flushed, “But at least for now, Huo Qingtong is only a woman who loves you.” Outside the tent, the wind and snow suddenly intensified, but they could not conceal the tenderness within.

Shi Feiyang lowered his head and kissed her lips. Huo Qingtong's hands wrapped around his neck, and her fiery red cloak slipped to the ground, revealing a moon-white inner garment embroidered with twin lotus blossoms. In the flickering candlelight, the two figures intertwined on the ice-silk curtain, telling a story of deep affection that transcended social status and national boundaries.

However, this tenderness did not last long.

When the third watch gong sounded, Shi Feiyang sat up abruptly, and the coiled dragon jade pendant in his palm suddenly became hot—this was a top-level secret report from the Sticky Rod Office.

He put on his outer robe, and the tenderness in his eyes instantly transformed into imperial majesty: "Qingtong, the remnants of the Dzungars have regrouped in Erlinhabilga."

Huo Qingtong quickly stood up, neatly fastened her belt, and her beautiful face was full of heroic spirit: "I am willing to lead the Hui cavalry as the vanguard!"

She drew her scimitar, its blade reflecting the candlelight. "Those thieves think they can survive by hiding in the snow-capped mountains? Dream on!"

Looking at her resolute expression, Shi Feiyang felt a surge of emotion.

He grasped her hand tightly and solemnly said, "I order Fuheng to reorganize the military affairs, and Chen Feng to lead the army to attack from different directions."

After this battle, the north and south of Tianshan will surely be unified! Half a month later, the Barkol Grassland was filled with the smoke of war.

Chen Feng stood at the front of the formation, waving his large black gold fan. He used the "Heavenly Gang Acupoint Strike Technique"! Wherever the fan ribs swept, the rebel soldiers froze on the spot.

Wei Nianhua's parting hook, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, seized the enemy general's throat: "Ten years of grudge, today I have avenged!"

At this moment, Huo Qingtong's Hui cavalry surged like a red torrent, their scimitars sweeping all before them.

Seeing the situation was dire, Amursana led his remaining troops to flee to Tsarist Russia. Shi Feiyang stood atop the mountain, gazing in the direction the enemy had gone. He unleashed his Mingyu Gong to its fullest extent, his palm crackling with sword energy: "Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you cannot escape my Hundred Victories Sword Technique!"

When news of the victory in the pacification of the Dzungar Khanate arrived, war broke out again on the southern route of the Tianshan Mountains. Shi Feiyang immediately dispatched more than 10,000 soldiers south and ordered Chen Feng to take charge of the affairs of the Hui people. When the Bekhojis of Hotan looked at the dragon flag fluttering in the Qing army camp, he sighed and said, "The situation is hopeless. Surrender."

However, Zhao Huijun was surrounded in Yarkand.

On the banks of the Blackwater River, the rebels rained down arrows as densely as locusts.

Zhao Hui brandished his saber and shouted, "Soldiers, fight with your backs to the river!"

Just then, Fude and Aligun arrived with reinforcements. "Kill!" The battle cries shook the heavens, and Khojajan's rebel army gradually began to falter.

Huo Qingtong led the Hui cavalry out from the flank, his scimitars reflecting the blood-red setting sun: "Prepare to die!"

Her swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, and wherever she went, the rebel army was routed.

Shi Feiyang stood on the high platform in the center of the army, his Mingyu Gong condensing into ice crystal armor. He unleashed "Slay the Mortal World!" with both palms. The Hundred Victories Blade Technique transformed into nine golden dragons that soared into the sky, completely destroying the rebel army's last line of defense.

When the Qing army captured Kashgar, the southern route of the Tianshan Mountains finally returned to peace. Shi Feiyang stood on the city wall, gazing at the distant snow-capped mountains and grasslands, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Huo Qingtong walked to his side and whispered, "Your Majesty, this vast land is finally at peace."

Shi Feiyang put his arm around her shoulder, his gaze resolute: "Alright! I abdicate, and from now on we'll retire to the mountains together!"

As the sun set, its afterglow bathed the two figures, casting long, long shadows.

In the distance, cheers rose and fell among the soldiers, celebrating this hard-won victory.

Inside the silk curtains, a warm fragrance lingered.

Huo Qingtong leaned against the soft couch, her long, black hair cascading down the brocade quilt embroidered with twin lotus blossoms, like the Milky Way pouring down from the top of the Tianshan Mountains.

Her eyes were filled with affection, her lips slightly parted, glistening with a dewy sheen. Her snow-white skin, bathed in the soft light of the Mingyu Gong (a magical technique), had a faint pinkish hue, making her breathtakingly beautiful. The fiery red skirt, like burning clouds, accentuated her graceful figure, making her even more alluring. The curved sword ornaments beside her swayed gently, tinkling softly, adding a touch of liveliness to the enchanting atmosphere.

Shi Feiyang, his dragon robe half-open, revealing a moon-white undergarment embroidered with cloud patterns, gazed at the person before him, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. His fingertips slowly extended, entwining around a strand of Huo Qingtong's hair, feeling its smoothness and silkiness, his eyes filled with infatuation and longing.

Suddenly, he tightened his arms, pulling Huo Qingtong tightly into his embrace. Huo Qingtong gasped, bumping into his firm chest. When she looked up, her eyes sparkled, and she scolded him playfully, "Your Majesty, how rash!"

Her coquettish appearance captivated Shi Feiyang.

After a long while, Shi Feiyang's voice was low and hoarse, filled with deep longing. He channeled his Mingyu Gong and his body radiated a soft light: "I no longer want this vast empire."

He looked down, searching for those eyes that haunted his dreams. He saw that her eyelashes were still damp with the moisture from their lovemaking, and her eyes held a hint of dreaminess and shyness, like ripples on the surface of Tianchi Lake in the Tianshan Mountains, a beauty that made his heart flutter.

Huo Qingtong suddenly looked up, her eyes, clear as autumn water, filled with shock and disbelief, reflecting the burning passion surging in the man's eyes. The howling wind and snow outside the tent crashed against the leather tent, making a rumbling sound, but it could not break the intertwined heartbeats of the two people at this moment.

“Your Majesty…” Her voice was soft and trembling, her jade fingers slowly stroking his brow bone, the touch of her fingertips delicate and gentle, “What nonsense are you talking about… This country, this people, all need you.”

Her words contained both concern for Shi Feiyang and a hint of rational consideration. (End of Chapter)