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

Accompanied and gently cared for by the fairies Bai Lingniao and Bi Yan'er, Shi Feiyang cultivated the Mingyu Gong to restore his health while simultaneously studying the mysterious "Nine Heavens Sword Manual." Hey, this Mingyu Gong is a secret technique of the Yihua Palace, passed down only to the Palace Master and the Second Palace Master; ordinary people can't even get a glimpse of it.

But Shi Feiyang, that clever fellow, already knew the Mingyu Skill, but now he doesn't call it cultivation, he calls it recovery.

He was secretly delighted, thinking to himself, "Hehe, this is a treasure that others would beg for, and I got it so easily. It seems that my time travel wasn't so bad after all!" Speaking of this "Nine Heavens Sword Manual," it was quite a complicated subject.

The martial arts philosophy contained within is profound and unfathomable, and it elevates swordsmanship to an almost divine status, proclaiming the sword as the king of weapons.

This swordsmanship is like a giant Rubik's Cube, full of unexpected possibilities.

When wielding a sword, one can move with the grace and agility of a gentle breeze rustling willow branches, easily deflecting the opponent's moves as if they were cotton candy.

However, compared to the Hundred Victory Sword Technique he once used, it doesn't seem to be imposing enough.

As Shi Feiyang demonstrated, he muttered to himself, "Hey, look at my sword moves, they're like tickling you, leaving you speechless!" However, when actually using them, sometimes it felt like Mount Tai was pressing down on you, with enough power to split a mountain in two or fill the sea.

Shi Feiyang imagined his own power and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha, when I swing my sword, those bad guys will be smashed into mincemeat!" He could also be as fast as lightning, so fast that his opponents wouldn't even have time to react before they were already completely disoriented.

Shi Feiyang jumped up excitedly: "Wow, with my speed, I probably couldn't even catch a bird!"

In this sword manual, the realms of swordsmanship are divided in great detail, from the extreme of sword qi, the tribulation of sword qi, the ruins of sword intent, all the way to the understanding of sword heart, the sacrifice of sword soul, the annihilation of sword domain, then to the destruction of sword ruins, the master of sword gnomon, the ashes of sword universe, and finally reaching the ultimate realm of swordsmanship.

Every step is like a level-based game, full of challenges and mystery.

Looking at these realms, Shi Feiyang scratched his head and said, "Oh my god, so many levels, when will I ever get through them? But it's okay, I, Shi Feiyang, am here, I'm as good as two!" The cultivation method is also quite particular, requiring the introduction of Qi into the body.

At midnight, the unique mist emerged, like a stage smoke effect, and Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to enter the wondrous state of the Tai Xu Qi Guiding Technique. He closed his eyes, pretending to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, muttering as he did so, "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, spiritual energy, come to my bowl quickly!" Then he guided the spiritual energy into his body, beginning to train his meridians and dantian, laying the foundation for improving his swordsmanship.

So every night, Shi Feiyang would practice until he was covered in sweat, and he would encourage himself: "Come on, come on, I'll soon become a peerless master, and then I can walk around like a madman!"

Despite being exhausted from all this daily work, Shi Feiyang was filled with renewed energy at the thought of his future glory, and continued his carefree and energetic journey of cultivation.

That evening, the girls of Yihua Palace, as usual, went to the steaming hot spring together, laughing and chatting.

With graceful figures, they entered the hot spring area. Amidst the rising steam, the girls took off their clothes and immersed themselves in the warm spring water, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.

In late spring, the Yihua Palace was shrouded in a thin mist, and the sulfurous steam from the hot spring area rose up, blurring the starry sky.

Shi Feiyang swung his bamboo bath basket across the Nine-Bend Bridge, his fingertips still stained with crumbs of osmanthus-flavored sweet cakes he had secretly hidden. Gazing at the graceful figures of the girls in the pool, like lotuses emerging from the water, he suddenly thought of the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City—the same misty atmosphere, only here there were no shouts of "Long live the Emperor!"

"Chuntao, come play with us!" Xiaoli from the laundry room splashed water at him, eliciting a burst of silvery laughter. Shi Feiyang scratched the back of his head, feigning ignorance, but when he caught sight of the girls taking off their robes, he suddenly covered his eyes: "Forgive me, forgive me, this humble monk will go to the Rebirth Pool to face the wall!"

This caused the crowd to laugh and curse, threatening to throw soap pods at him. Just as they were making a ruckus, the sulfur lamps in the hot spring area suddenly went out all at once. Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted sharply as he saw two eerie green lights appear in the mist, followed by a piercing metallic scraping sound.

When the sword puppet, its body bound in iron chains, burst from the bottom of the hot spring, the girls' screams nearly lifted the glazed tiles from the top of the hot spring.

"My goodness! This puppet is scarier than the roast suckling pig in the imperial kitchen!" Shi Feiyang yelled, jumping back and scattering towels from the bath basket everywhere. He caught sight of the Wu-Yue hook in the sword puppet's hand and suddenly remembered the records in the secret archives of the Sticky Rod Office—this was a deadly weapon from the Wu-Yue rivalry, specifically designed to break internal martial arts techniques. "Hey! Ugly thing, come at me!" He picked up a pumice stone used for scrubbing and threw it at the puppet, only to see the sword puppet swing its long arm, and the iron chains coiled around the pillars like serpents. Only then did Shi Feiyang see clearly that the puppet's joints were inlaid with countless gears, making a strange "click-clack" sound when they turned, clearly the work of Western Region mechanical arts. "Chun Tao! Protect the Emperor!" The head steward Su Tun's scream came from behind the artificial hill.

Shi Feiyang touched his nose and smiled wryly—this was hardly protection; they were clearly using him as a shield.

He used his mysterious "Hidden Identity and Name" lightness skill to leap across the hot spring pool, deliberately splashing water on the puppet's joints as his toes touched the surface. "Hehe, I heard the Western Regions' mechanisms are afraid of water, how about your little master gives you a bath?" He ran around the pool while pulling out stolen candied fruits from his sleeve. "Come on, try some imperial golden silk dates, they'll make you sick of sweetness, you ugly monster!"

The sword puppet's Wu Yue hook grazed his earlobe, cutting off a few strands of hair, but he suddenly stopped when he smelled the aroma of candied fruit.

Shi Feiyang's eyes lit up as he caught sight of the bronze token hanging from the puppet's waist, engraved with a six-petaled snowflake—the very mark of the "Wind and Snow Pavilion," the mortal enemy of the Red Flower Society in later generations. He suddenly stopped, feigning fear as he huddled by the hot spring: "Hero, spare my life! I'm just a servant, if you're looking for the Palace Master, go that way!" The sword puppet's eerie green eyes darted around, and suddenly, iron chains wrapped around his ankles.

Shi Feiyang cried out in pain, but as the puppet bent down, he stuffed the entire bag of candied fruit down its throat—it contained his powdered laxative.

The puppet made a strange "clunking" sound, the gears turned unusually noisy, and Wu Yue's hook hung limply at his side.

"Now you know how powerful I am, this fairy!" Shi Feiyang jumped up and patted the puppet's shoulder. "Call me Grandma!" Before he finished speaking, the puppet suddenly trembled violently, and countless iron nails shot out from its joints.

He hurriedly used his mysterious "Hidden Body and Name" lightness skill to dodge to the side, but a flying piece of gear shard grazed his cheek.

"Damn it! Do you really think I'm some kind of fairy who's easy to fool?" He wiped the blood off his face and suddenly caught sight of a pink bellyband drying by the pool.

His eyes lit up, and a plan formed in his mind. He grabbed the undergarment and threw it in the direction the puppet was looking. As the puppet turned its head, he picked up a bamboo pole used for drying clothes and began poking the puppet's knee joint repeatedly.

"I told you not to catch fairies! I told you not to scare beauties!" The moment the bamboo pole pierced the gap between the gears, the puppet let out a piercing scream and actually knelt down on one knee.

Shi Feiyang pressed his advantage, plunging the bamboo pole deep into the puppet's chest cavity. With a loud "boom," countless wood chips and gears exploded from the puppet's body. After a puff of black smoke, it finally stopped moving.

The hot spring area fell into a deathly silence, with only Shi Feiyang's panting sound being particularly clear.

He looked at the mess on the ground, then at the bamboo pole in his hand, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! So the mechanical arts of the Western Regions are nothing special after all, not even as difficult to deal with as a whole roasted lamb from the imperial kitchen!" The girls peeked out from behind the artificial hill, staring at Shi Feiyang covered in wood chips, first stunned, then erupting into deafening laughter. Xiao Li picked up the bag of candied fruit he had dropped: "Chun Tao, your 'sugar-coated bullet' trick was brilliant!" Shi Feiyang flicked his wet sleeves, raising an eyebrow smugly: "Of course, little fairy, I may not be good at much else, but I'm an expert at dealing with crooked tricks!"

At that moment, the figure of Palace Mistress Yaoyue suddenly appeared in the mist. Shi Feiyang's expression instantly changed to one of terror, and he quickly bowed and said, "Palace Mistress, spare me! This servant was just passing by and saw this puppet bullying the girls, so I acted in a moment of panic!"

Yaoyue stared at the bloodstains on his face for a long time before coldly snorting, "At least you're somewhat useful. Get out! From now on, you'll be in charge of cleaning the Rebirth Pool."

Watching the Palace Master's departing figure, Shi Feiyang secretly stuck out his tongue. The Pool of Rebirth? Isn't that a place specifically for freezing the corpses of flower slaves? But it doesn't matter, who is Shi Feiyang? Even in a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, he can turn the world upside down.

He touched the gear fragment hidden in his collar; this was the key to uncovering the secrets of the Flower Palace.

"Chuntao, come quickly and help us pick up the towels!" Xiaotao's call interrupted his thoughts. Shi Feiyang ran over with a smile, the puppet remains at his feet gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Now, he was getting better and better at playing the role of "little maid."

As the hot spring water gradually calmed down, Shi Feiyang looked at the girls' smiling faces and suddenly felt that even a dragon trapped in shallow waters could still stir up a storm. After all, the word "admit defeat" was not in Shi Feiyang's dictionary.

In the late spring, the peach grove of Yihua Palace was filled with scattered petals. When Shi Feiyang strolled into the grove, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his shoes were still covered in sulfurous mud from the hot spring area. He shook his wet sleeves and suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing behind the peach tree—not the gauze skirts of the girls, but the Wu-Yue hooks gleaming with an eerie light.

"Oh ho, a midnight snack delivered to your door right after a bath?" He wiped the crumbs of sugar cake from the corner of his mouth and deliberately jingled the copper bell at his waist. "Is the visitor a friend from the Netherworld Sword Sect? I've heard so much about you. I've heard your sect's hook technique can capture souls. Today, I'll see if my sword is faster or your hook is more agile." With no one else from the Flower Shifting Palace around, Shi Feiyang was indulging in some verbal sparring, referring to himself as "I" (朕). Otherwise, it would be too oppressive.

After all, the word "朕" (zhen, meaning "I" or "the emperor") has been used for decades.

His reply was three sharp, hook-like shadows.

Shi Feiyang screamed and ran away with his head in his hands, but he used the mysterious lightness skill of "hiding his body and name" to shuttle back and forth among the peach trees.

Wu Yue hooked his hook across the tree bark, sending up wood shavings that landed in his hair like a sprinkle of osmanthus blossoms. "Damn it!" he suddenly stopped under an old peach tree. "Are you hooking people or cutting down trees? If you damage the Palace Master's precious peach tree, be careful it gets turned into an ice sculpture and hung in the Pool of Rebirth!"

Before he could finish speaking, the dark figure on his left swung a hook straight at his face, the tip of the hook only three inches from his nose. Shi Feiyang jerked back, his head brushing the ground to avoid the attack, but his toes seized the opportunity to hook the other's ankle: "Look how shiny your hook is, why don't you help me trim my nails?"

The sword puppet staggered in pain, and Wu Yue's hook grazed Shi Feiyang's throat and pierced the tree trunk. Amidst the flying wood chips, he smelled a putrid stench of corpses—these sword puppets were actually made from the bones of the dead!
"No wonder your moves are so awful, you crawled out of a grave!" Shi Feiyang pinched his nose and backed away, his Mingyu Gong quietly circulating, a faint, cold jade-like glow emanating from his palm. As the third hook shadow attacked, he suddenly drew his sword, the blade reflecting his cynical smile, and unleashed the "Silent Nourishment" move from the Fine Rain Sword Intent!
Fine sword energy enveloped the peach grove like spring rain, causing the petals to explode into dust.

The sword puppet's Wu Yue hook shattered inch by inch amidst the sword energy, revealing the corpse tendons wrapped inside.

Taking advantage of the moment, Shi Feiyang tossed out a handkerchief embroidered with twin lotus blossoms, precisely covering the eyes of one of the sword puppets: "Here's a blindfold for you, so you don't scare the flowers and plants!" "Netherworld Soul-Hooking Deadly Style?" He then imitated the sword puppet's movements, shaking his head and swaying his body. "I think this should be the Netherworld Comedy Style!" Before he finished speaking, the blindfolded sword puppet slammed its head against the stone wall, making a "crack" sound as its skull shattered.

The remaining two sword puppets seemed to be enraged, and the gears at their joints spun wildly, eventually merging into a three-headed, six-armed monster.

"Oh! You can even play the stone-stacking game?" Shi Feiyang jumped onto a tree branch. "How about I sing you a little opera to liven things up?" He cleared his throat and deliberately sang off-key, "Touch the hook, sharp as a rock, touch the puppet, its eyes are blue..."

Enraged, the three sword puppets unleashed their six Wu-Yue hooks simultaneously, carving three deep furrows in the ground. Shi Feiyang used his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill to leap into the air, but deliberately broke a dead branch, falling to the ground while clinging to the tree trunk: "Ouch, Mother!"

He closed his eyes and exclaimed, but the moment he landed, he rolled over and landed under the sword puppet's crotch, and his long sword flashed out with the "Void Annihilation Sword"!
A dazzling sword light streaked across the night sky like a meteor, striking the sword puppet squarely at its "Quchi" acupoint. Black smoke billowed from the wound, accompanied by a nauseating stench.

Shi Feiyang pinched his nose and backed away, only to see that the sword puppet had split into three individual pieces. One of the heads rolled to his feet, its eerie green eyes still moving. "Not dead yet?" He used his sword sheath to pick up the puppet's head. "How about we make a bet? If you can say my name, I'll let you live."

The head emitted a strange "clunking" sound. Shi Feiyang suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice: "My name here is Chun Tao. Remember that. Don't give the wrong name next time you go to the King of Hell to complain." Before he finished speaking, the three-headed sword puppet suddenly self-destructed, sending countless gears and bone fragments flying.

Shi Feiyang used his "Transferring Flowers and Jade" skill to deflect all the hidden weapons, but was hit in the buttock by a piece of bone: "Ouch! How dare you sneak up on the young master's butt?" He hopped around, clutching his buttock, looking so comical that even the owls in the trees laughed.

After the fierce battle, the peach grove returned to silence.

Shi Feiyang kicked the puppet remains on the ground, took out a piece of osmanthus sugar cake from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth: "You're still too green to fight against the young master." He shook the blood-stained sword tassel and suddenly caught a glimpse of a pink figure flashing behind the artificial hill in the distance—it was the head steward, Su Wan!

"Sister Su, are you still admiring peach blossoms so late?" He smiled and waved his hand, deliberately flicking the blood droplets from his sword onto the petals, and said arrogantly, "Want me to pick the reddest one for you?" Su Tun's face was paler than the moonlight, and after a long while she managed to force a smile: "You...you servant, you do have some skills."

Shi Feiyang wiped the blood from his sword, grinning like a cat that had just stolen cream: "Skills are often forced out, like now..."

He suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice, "If Sister Su is willing to reward me with two catties of candied fruit, I can teach you how to avoid the ice spikes in the Rebirth Pool." Su Xuan turned and left, but her sleeves swept away the stones and the compass at her waist.

As he bent down to pick it up, he glimpsed the compass needle pointing wildly into the depths of the Flower Palace—where a secret even more terrifying than the sword puppet was hidden.

Shi Feiyang licked the frosting from the corner of his mouth and stuffed the compass into his pocket: "It seems that my journey to the Yihua Palace is getting more and more interesting."

Deep within the peach grove, the evening breeze stirred up the remains of puppets, and the Netherworld Sword Sect's mark on the broken bones flickered in the moonlight.

Shi Feiyang yawned and headed towards the hot spring area—tonight's farce was just a small episode on his long escape from the palace.

After all, if he could even navigate the power struggles of the Forbidden City, how could the small Yihua Palace possibly confine this cunning "canary"?
"What kind of trick should we try next time?" He looked at the starry sky and suddenly laughed. In the distance, the girls in the hot spring area laughed again. Shi Feiyang touched his torn clothes and thought: Perhaps, asking Xiaoli for a patch first is the right thing to do.

At this moment, the girls around him were getting dressed. When Shi Feiyang saw the pretty girls who were not yet dressed, he was speechless and kept drooling. His eyes widened instantly, looking like two shiny black marbles, staring intently at the beauty before him.

In that instant, he felt his heart burst with joy, as if a thousand fireworks were exploding within him simultaneously. Suddenly, some girls questioned Shi Feiyang: "Hey, Chun Tao, what do you mean? We're all girls, why are you looking so seriously? Is yours bigger than mine?" (End of Chapter)