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

Shi Feiyang snapped out of his daze, gave an awkward laugh, and forced himself to appear calm.

With his hands behind his back and his toes lightly touching the ground, he strolled along, pretending to be nonchalant, while secretly rejoicing. He thought to himself, "Hehe, the scenery of Yihua Palace is so beautiful, I'd rather not leave and stay here forever! How wonderful! In a few years, won't I be like an emperor again? Hehe! Great! I'll marry all the beautiful girls in Yihua Palace."

Feeling quite pleased with himself, he went back to his bedroom to sleep.

In late spring, the Yihua Palace was shrouded in a light purple haze. The Palace Mistress of Yaoyue, dressed in a long, flowing dress of ice-silk, strolled slowly along the Nine-Bend Bridge.

With each step she took, the silver plum blossoms embroidered on her skirt shimmered with a cold light under the moonlight, making her appear like a banished immortal walking on ice and snow.

Shi Feiyang hid behind the artificial hill, gazing at that beautiful figure, and suddenly thought of the glass lamp in the Imperial Garden of the Forbidden City—both were high above, both unattainable.

"Ahem, the Palace Master is truly ethereal today, even the peach blossoms would be ashamed and shed their petals in his presence!" He deliberately dragged out his voice, much like a storyteller in a teahouse. As he spoke, he swayed his head as he emerged from behind the artificial hill, his toes lightly touching the ground, just like a cat stealing cream.

Yaoyue stopped and turned around, raising an eyebrow slightly, a cold glint in her eyes: "You servant, instead of staying in your embroidery room in the middle of the night, you dare to wander around the courtyard?" Her voice was like an icicle falling to the ground, clear and cold.

Shi Feiyang hurriedly bowed, deliberately bending his waist into an exaggerated arc, resembling a boiled shrimp: "Reporting to Your Highness, this servant just dreamt that the Old Man of the Moon appeared in my dream, saying he would send Your Highness a treasure. Look, as soon as I woke up, I saw this...this..."

He suddenly slapped his forehead, feigning a sudden realization, "That's right, it's the tassel of the spider lily!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the blood-red sword tassel from his robes. He had picked it up from the pool of rebirth that morning and felt it had an eerie quality about it; he never expected to see it so strange on the face of the Palace Mistress of the Moon Palace.

The sword tassel glowed with an eerie red light under the moonlight, and the embroidered spider lilies on the tassel were so lifelike that they seemed to be dripping blood at any moment.

The moment Yaoyue's gaze fell upon the sword tassel, the temperature around her plummeted.

Shi Feiyang clearly saw that His Highness the Palace Master's fingertips trembled slightly, but his face remained as cold as ice: "Where did you come from?"

"Your Majesty, this servant found it by the Pool of Rebirth!" Shi Feiyang deliberately emphasized the words "Pool of Rebirth" while secretly observing Yaoyue's expression. "At that time, this sword tassel was lying all alone on the ice, without even a footprint around it. This servant thought that this must be a gift from heaven to Your Majesty, so I quickly picked it up."

Yaoyue stared at the sword tassel, remaining silent for a long time. Shi Feiyang felt a chill run down his spine, but he still forced himself to remain calm and continued, "Palace Master, look how exquisitely the spider lilies on this sword tassel are embroidered, almost like real ones. Although this servant doesn't know the origin of this thing, I know it must be a treasure. Perhaps, it was specially left behind by some great hero who admires Palace Master!"

"Shut up!" Yaoyue suddenly snapped coldly. "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll throw you into the Rebirth Pool and freeze you into an ice sculpture!" As she spoke, she flicked her sleeve, and an ice shard pierced through the air, splitting the sword tassel in Shi Feiyang's hand in two.

Shi Feiyang exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly retreated, but deliberately slipped and fell towards Yaoyue.

Yaoyue dodged, but Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to grab her sleeve, feigning shock: "Palace Master, please forgive me! This servant didn't mean to, it's just that the sword tassel suddenly shattered, and this servant panicked for a moment..."

"Enough!" Yaoyue shook off his hand, her eyes flashing even colder. "Go to the punishment hall tomorrow and receive twenty lashes. Learn your lesson!" After she finished speaking, she turned and left. The cold wind from her skirt swept up flower petals that stung Shi Feiyang's face.

Watching Yaoyue's departing figure, Shi Feiyang rubbed his wrist, which was sore from being shaken, but a sly smile appeared on his lips.

He bent down and picked up half a sword tassel, his fingertips gently tracing the withered flower, thinking to himself: The more beautiful a woman is, the less likely you are to offend her easily, but if you do offend her, you have to find a way to make her remember you.

"Twenty lashes? Young master, I won't give in so easily." He muttered to himself, stuffing the sword tassel into his pocket. "Tomorrow I'll go to the kitchen and steal some osmanthus cakes to give the guards in the punishment hall a taste of sweetness. Maybe then the lashes will be lighter."

Under the moonlight, Shi Feiyang swayed his head as he walked towards the embroidery room, humming a self-composed tune: "The scenery in Yihua Palace is beautiful, but the Palace Mistress is as cold as ice. Though I was scolded, I've kept the Palace Mistress's secrets hidden..."

His voice echoed in the quiet courtyard, startling the night owls in the trees, which fluttered and flew into the night sky.

Back in his embroidery room, Shi Feiyang had just lain down when he heard Xiao Li snoring from next door.

He touched the half-sword tassel hidden under his pillow and suddenly felt that life in the Flower Palace was much more interesting than being the emperor.

At least here, he doesn't have to face the intrigue and backstabbing of the court officials every day. He only needs to use his brain and be cunning to make a living in this icy and jade-like cage.

"Just you wait, Palace Master Yaoyue, I will definitely marry you." He looked at the moonlight outside the window, a smile playing on his lips. "One day, I will make you, this iceberg snow lotus, bloom for me."

After saying that, he turned over and quickly fell asleep. In his dream, he was holding a pile of osmanthus cakes and smiling smugly at the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue.

Yaoyue's face was like a rare treasure meticulously sculpted by Nuwa, or the most dazzling rosy light of dawn, breathtakingly beautiful. Anyone who saw her was awestruck, and all worldly words seemed pale and powerless before her. Her skin was as white as snow and as white as frost, radiating a soft yet cool glow. Her eyes were like deep pools in the cold night, profound and mysterious, seemingly able to see through all the secrets of the world.

At this moment, her expression was like the ever-changing clouds in spring, sometimes like surging waves, sometimes like tranquil mist, mysterious and unpredictable. Her eyes, like cold stars, saw through Shi Feiyang's feigned innocence at a glance.

However, for some reason, seeing Shi Feiyang's appearance, Yaoyue's usually icy heart stirred with a strange, almost imperceptible emotion. However, her lips twitched slightly before she regained her usual coldness.

That day, Yaoyue parted her lips, as delicate as rose petals yet exuding a chilling aura. Her voice was like the roar of a collapsing mountain, or the howling of a blizzard, carrying a terrifying majesty and an irresistible decisiveness that could pierce the soul and reach the deepest recesses of the heart: "Chuntao! My Yihua Palace has many branches, its influence spreading throughout the martial world. Now that the Spring Festival has passed and the New Year is approaching, everything is renewed. It is time for our vassal forces, such as the Iron Palm Gang, the Flying Eagle Gang, and the Five Alliance Gang, to fulfill their duties and submit to my Yihua Palace..." It's time for the palace to pay its taxes. Tomorrow at dawn, you and Lianxing will set off immediately, choosing capable palace maids to accompany you, to these major gangs to collect the debts. If they dare to be the slightest bit negligent, dare to delay or shirk responsibility, hmph, the methods of the Yihua Palace should be etched in their hearts! We will make them know that the consequence of disobeying the Yihua Palace is annihilation! This time, you will travel in men's clothing. You are now seventeen years old, and it's time for you to leave the palace and experience the world outside. Don't let me down.”

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang was overjoyed, feeling as if he had been overrun by a flock of sparrows and was as happy as if he had found a treasure cave.

He was so smug, as if he could already see himself and Lianxing enjoying freedom and all the benefits outside.

However, on the surface, he acted like a super obedient little lamb, head down, eyes fixed on the ground, looking exceptionally docile. But his eyeballs were darting around in their sockets, like two rapidly spinning little whirlpools.

He secretly thought to himself, "Wow, this is really God helping me out! I was just about to fall asleep when someone delivered a pillow to my head! And they even let me wear men's clothes. I'm a real man, this is just perfect!"

Hehe, being able to go out and play with Lianxing, such a beautiful girl, is like a pie falling from the sky and landing right in my mouth!

I need to make a good impression on Lianxing this time and make her incredibly happy. Then all the benefits will come my way.

"If Lianxing is in a good mood and puts a good word for me in front of Palace Master Yaoyue, then my position in Yihua Palace will be secure, and I can do whatever I want!" With this thought, Shi Feiyang suddenly sprang up as if he had been sprung up by a powerful spring, his back ramrod straight. A huge smile immediately appeared on his face, a smile so bright it seemed to illuminate the entire Yihua Palace, as if all the light had been gathered together.

He strode forward, his aura like that of a general about to fight a great battle and achieve great merit. His hands clenched tightly into fists, as if made of iron, he roared at the top of his lungs, as if trying to tear the roof off the Yihua Palace: "Palace Master! Your order is perfectly timed! I, Chuntao, have been eagerly awaiting this opportunity to go out and make my mark. Tomorrow, I will accompany Master Lianxing, bringing the aura of our Yihua Palace that shakes the martial world, and storm into those gangs in glory. I, Chuntao, solemnly swear that if those fools dare to disobey in the slightest, dare to owe even a penny, I will turn their hideout upside down, letting them know that the wrath of the Yihua Palace is no joke, it can burn them to ashes! I will make them understand that the orders of the Yihua Palace are ironclad laws ordained by Heaven, and no one can disobey them! I, Chuntao, promise to do everything in my power and not let down your trust, Palace Master!"

After shouting, he stood up straight, satisfied, and like a little monkey, skipped and hopped away with light, almost floating steps to receive his order. His retreating figure resembled a cat that had stolen some cream, its tail practically wagging in the air, utterly smug. Afterwards, Shi Feiyang happily slipped back to his room, humming a tuneless little tune, and casually picked up a towel to begin wiping the jade bed.

Who would have thought that this wiping would lead to such a major incident, accidentally activating the "Tai Xu Qi Guiding Technique" in the "Nine Heavens Sword Manual".

Instantly, he felt as if countless steel needles were piercing his meridians at the same time, causing him to gasp in pain. Then, blood-red ice crystals seeped from his pores, shimmering with an eerie light under the sunlight.

Shi Feiyang was so frightened that his face turned as white as paper, and his heart was pounding in his chest, almost jumping out of his throat.

But Shi Feiyang is Shi Feiyang; he quickly calmed down after a moment's thought.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came. It turned out that Lianxing had heard the commotion and rushed over with a group of "flower slaves".

Shi Feiyang's eyes darted around, a plan forming in his mind. He immediately clutched his stomach, crying out "Ouch, ouch!" and collapsed to the ground, feigning extreme pain.

Lianxing was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. She rushed forward, squatted down, and looked at Chuntao with concern. Her brows were furrowed, and her voice was full of worry: "Chuntao, what's wrong with you? Why does it suddenly hurt so much?"

While groaning and sniffing at Lianxing's expression, Shi Feiyang gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Lianxing, I... I'm having terrible menstrual cramps. It feels like a million ants are biting me inside my stomach. It hurts so much!"

Upon hearing this, Lianxing's heart clenched. She reached out and gently stroked Shi Feiyang's forehead, saying softly, "Chuntao, bear with it, I'll think of a way for you." Then, she turned to the flower servants beside her and shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Quickly go and get all the precious medicinal herbs I usually refine, hurry!" The flower servants were so frightened that they scattered and ran away.

Not long after, the flower lovers returned carrying a pile of bottles and jars.

Lianxing conjured up the medicinal herbs in her hands like magic, and in no time she produced Shi Feiyang's exclusive ginger frost pills.

Her technique was more professional than any professional's; her eyes were only on the medicinal herbs, and she didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from her forehead. The moment the pills came out of the oven, their aroma filled the air, as if they could cure all ailments—it was simply miraculous!
Shi Feiyang took the pills, his face immediately breaking into a grin. He teased, "Sister Lianxing, you're truly my savior! With you here, no problem is insurmountable. If you ever need me to run errands in the future, just let me know. I'd do anything, even go through fire and water!"

Lianxing looked at Shi Feiyang's comical appearance and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She gently poked his forehead and said, "Your words are as sweet as honey. Hurry up and take the pill and see how it works."

Without saying a word, Shi Feiyang threw the pill into his mouth and pretended that the medicine had an immediate effect. He puffed out his chest and said, "Oh my, Sister Lianxing, your pill is amazing! I feel like the pain is gone instantly. You are just like Hua Tuo in the present day!"

Lianxing burst into laughter at his joke, and the tense atmosphere eased. She pretended to be angry and said, "You little rascal, you're so quick-witted. It's good that you're better. If it still hurts, remember to tell me right away."

Shi Feiyang patted his chest and assured her, "Don't worry, Sister Lianxing, if it hurts again, I'll come to you first. You're my guardian angel!" He then winked at Lianxing, making her and the surrounding flower servants laugh uproariously. (End of Chapter)