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

Shi Feiyang was half-pulled, half-dragged by Lianxing towards the stream, his heart pounding with anxiety, like fifteen buckets of water being drawn up and down. Before his martial arts cultivation reached the level of his previous life, he dared not offend the Yihua Palace. Yaoyue's Mingyu Skill could freeze rivers and lakes.

Most importantly, he had fallen in love with Yaoyue and was truly reluctant to leave Yihua Palace.

Otherwise, running away now is also an option. Right now, he might not be able to defeat Yaoyue, but defeating Lianxing is entirely possible.

As Shi Feiyang walked, his mind raced, his eyes darting around like a cunning fox that had been caught, looking for a chance to escape. Before long, the two reached the stream.

The moonlight shimmered on the sparkling stream, making it glitter like silver.

Shi Feiyang stared at the stream, a sudden thought flashing through his mind. He suddenly clutched his stomach, a pained expression on his face, groaning "Ouch, ouch!" Lianxing, who had been full of questions and was about to observe Shi Feiyang closely, paused for a moment upon seeing this, then asked with concern, "Chuntao, what's wrong?"

While groaning, Shi Feiyang feigned a frail appearance and said, "Master Lianxing, my... my stomach is suddenly hurting terribly. It's probably because of the food I ate while traveling today. Perhaps... perhaps you could wash up first, and I'll rest here for a bit." Lianxing frowned, clearly not believing Shi Feiyang's words, but she couldn't afford to lose her temper. If Shi Feiyang were to defecate right in front of her, it would be too smelly.

So, she rolled her eyes and said, "Alright then, you rest here, I'll go wash up first. But don't wander off, if I find out you're up to no good, hmph..." Shi Feiyang quickly nodded, his face full of a fawning smile: "Yes, yes, Master Lianxing, don't worry, even if I had wings, I couldn't escape your grasp." Only then did Lianxing turn around and slowly walk towards the stream.

Shi Feiyang watched Lianxing's retreating figure, secretly relieved, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He knew in his heart that this was just a temporary delaying tactic, and he needed to quickly come up with a more reliable plan.

Just as Lianxing was about to go into the water, Shi Feiyang's eyes lit up as he spotted a pile of rocks nearby.

He quickly picked up a stone and threw it far away. The stone landed in the water with a "plop," splashing up a spray of water. Lianxing heard the noise and turned around alertly: "Chuntao, what are you doing?" Shi Feiyang pretended to be innocent: "Master Lianxing, I saw a big frog and wanted to catch it to amuse you, but I missed."

Lianxing rolled her eyes at him, ignored him, and continued with her work. Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity, quickly squatted down, grabbed a handful of dirt, and smeared it all over his face and neck, pulling his hair into a mess, making himself look like a disheveled ghost.

After Lianxing went into the water, Shi Feiyang deliberately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master Lianxing, there are so many mosquitoes by the stream, they've bitten me all over. I'm going to find some herbs to rub on them, I'll be back in a bit."

Lianxing responded from the water.

Shi Feiyang took off running and ran to a bush not far away. He quickly took off his coat, loosened his clothes underneath, grabbed a handful of grass, and stuffed it into his chest to make his chest look full.

After doing all that, he still wasn't satisfied, so he picked up a large leaf, chewed it up, and smeared it all over his face, making him look like a disheveled village girl.

Then, Shi Feiyang swaggered back to the stream and deliberately loitered in front of Lianxing.

Lianxing had just come out of the water when she saw Shi Feiyang's appearance. She was stunned for a moment, then both angry and amused: "Chuntao, what happened to you? You look like a beggar!" Shi Feiyang smiled and said: "Master Lianxing, these herbs are really hard to find. I was so anxious that I accidentally fell flat on my face. Look, I'm so busy that even the mosquitoes don't bother me."

Lianxing shook her head helplessly, her doubts lessening somewhat.

Shi Feiyang saw this and secretly chuckled to himself: "Haha, how could such a small matter stump a clever guy like me?" But he also knew that this was only a temporary cover-up, and he had to be more careful in the future to avoid being exposed.

The moonlight danced on the stream, draping the flowing water in a thin silver veil.

Lianxing was quietly bathing by the stream when she suddenly leaped over like a night owl and hugged Shi Feiyang tightly.

Shi Feiyang, who was feeling smug, was so startled by the sudden action that he almost screamed. Before he could react, Lianxing pulled him down with a "plop," and the two of them fell into the deep pool. The icy water immediately submerged them. Shi Feiyang thrashed about, barely managing to surface. Before he could even catch his breath, he felt his collar being grabbed tightly.

It turned out that Lianxing moved with lightning speed, tearing open his clothes with a sharp look in her eyes, as if she wanted to see right through him.

Shi Feiyang's head buzzed, cold sweat poured down his back, and his heart was in his throat. But on the surface, he pretended to be nonchalant and said with a smile, "Master Lianxing, what are you doing? You scared me!"

Just then, Shi Feiyang's Adam's apple was faintly visible in the reflection of the pool. Lianxing, with her sharp eyes, immediately caught this detail, her gaze suddenly turning icy as she stared intently at Shi Feiyang's neck.

Shi Feiyang inwardly cried out that he was in big trouble.

At the critical moment, his eyes lit up and an idea came to him. He thought, "Since I've been discovered, I might as well turn the tables on him!"

So, Shi Feiyang used the "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade" palm technique, his palms moving rapidly in the water. This palm technique was truly amazing; as his palms flew, the pool water was stirred up, splashing everywhere, and a thick mist formed around them, enveloping them both.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Oh dear! Master Lianxing, is there a monster in this pool? Why is so much mist suddenly appearing!"

Lianxing was caught off guard by the sudden mist, and her eyes couldn't see clearly for a moment. Although she was full of doubts, she could only let go of Shi Feiyang and look around warily.

Taking advantage of the mist, Shi Feiyang quickly adjusted his posture, muttering, "Master Lianxing, what should we do? Are we going to perish here?" After the mist dissipated slightly, Lianxing looked at Shi Feiyang again and saw that his hair was messy, his face was covered with pool water and mud, and he looked panicked.

Sensing Lianxing's strange gaze, Shi Feiyang immediately resumed his act, trembling slightly and saying in a tearful voice, "Master Lianxing, that was really scary! My heart is still pounding!" Seeing Shi Feiyang's foolish appearance, Lianxing's doubts slowly vanished. She snorted disdainfully and said, "Hmph, you coward, you're just imagining things, making the pond fog up."

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang finally felt relieved and his face immediately lit up with a smile. He flattered her, saying, "Yes, yes, it was all my overreaction that frightened Master Lianxing."

This minor incident during the bath was averted in a dramatic turn of events after Shi Feiyang's "performance."

Shi Feiyang secretly rejoiced: "Oh dear, I almost got caught. I need to be more careful in the future and not be careless again!"

Shi Feiyang had just escaped from that terrifying bathing crisis and was secretly rejoicing. He felt as clever as a little mouse, and he scrambled away from Lianxing's sharp eyes.

His heart was still pounding wildly in his chest, like the deafening roar of war drums in his ears. Before he could even catch his breath, a group of masked men, like demons emerging from hell, suddenly leaped out of the shadows. The pale moonlight shone on the long knives in their hands, making them gleam coldly, like a group of venomous snakes flicking their tongues, ready to strike, charging straight towards him with murderous intent.

The flower slaves had never seen anything like this before. They were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Their screams were sharp and piercing, as if they could tear the night sky apart. They rose and fell in waves, like a flock of sparrows being targeted by an eagle, chirping and making a chaotic mess.

In the chaos, they shakily drew their swords, their hands trembling like leaves in the autumn wind, pitifully trying to resist the masked men's attacks, looking like a group of rabbits holding twigs trying to fight off wolves.

Lianxing was also startled by this sudden situation, her face changing drastically. Her mind was already filled with doubts about Shi Feiyang's identity, but now she had no time to think about such things. She hurriedly used her lightness skill, leaping from the water's surface like a nimble fish, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, like a fairy walking in the sky, and landing lightly on the shore.

She paid no heed to the glistening water droplets on her body, which slid freely down her fairy-like figure, instantly wetting the tender green grass beneath her feet. Quick as lightning, she grabbed her clothes from the ground and hurriedly draped them over herself like a whirlwind, her movements so fast they were dazzling.

Turning her head, Lianxing saw Shi Feiyang's pathetic appearance. He stood to the side, as if he had been acupunctured, his mouth wide open, big enough to fit an egg, drool almost dripping onto the ground, his eyes staring straight at her, like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days and three nights seeing a fat sheep, completely dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Lianxing was so angry that her eyebrows shot up like two sharp willow-leaf daggers, and her face turned as red as a ripe apple. She shouted in a sweet voice, "Aren't you going to fight? You lecherous wolf, what are you standing there for!"

The sound exploded in Shi Feiyang's ears like a thunderclap. Shi Feiyang snapped out of his daze, nodding frantically like a schoolboy caught red-handed by his teacher, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes, yes! I'll go right away, I'll go right away!"

But her heart was pounding like a rabbit's, and she muttered to herself, "Wow, Master Lianxing's figure is simply like a fairy descended from heaven. I feel like I've hit the jackpot just by looking at her. But right now, I have to deal with those ungrateful masked guys who are disturbing my view of the beautiful woman."

He was wearing clothes when he jumped into the water, but now he was soaking wet. His clothes clung to his body, outlining his somewhat disheveled appearance, like a pitiful drowned chicken just pulled out of the water, its feathers sticking to its body.

However, Shi Feiyang always managed to find enjoyment in adversity. His eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "Hey, this is great! It saves me the trouble of getting dressed, so I can show off my skills." He was full of energy and used the amazing lightness skill of the Yihua Palace. He became light and airy, like a feather fluttering in the wind, and landed leisurely among a group of masked men.

As he floated, he muttered, "Heroes and valiant men, why are you here in the middle of the night, brandishing your swords and spears? Are you planning to put on a free show for us, the people of Yihua Palace? If you really are going to put on a show, you'd better show us your skills, or you'll be letting us, the audience, down!"

As soon as he landed, Shi Feiyang used his signature skill, "Transferring Flowers and Jade," to lightly wave his palms in the air. His movements were like butterflies dancing among flowers, light and beautiful. Then, with a smooth guide and a deflection, his movements were as fluid as those of a martial arts master, and he also had his unique cunning.

The masked men felt their long knives suddenly go out of control, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and they began to slash at their companions against their will. "Ouch, brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you cutting me?" One of the masked men was caught off guard by a slash from his companion, and in pain, he jumped up and down like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, yelling and complaining loudly.

"Oh dear, I really didn't mean to! This knife seems to have a life of its own, jumping around wildly!" A masked man cried out, almost on the verge of tears, as he tried to explain.

Shi Feiyang watched from the sidelines, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight. He clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Wow, your teamwork is just too perfect! It's a waste that you're not performing in operas! Keep going, keep going! This is even better than the street acrobatics I've seen. I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang's eyes darted around like a cunning little fox, and he decided to put in even more effort to make the farce even more exciting.

He secretly exerted his strength, making the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill even more powerful.

The masked men were now in complete chaos. Amidst the flashing swords, screams and curses rose and fell. They pushed and shoved each other, some were slashed by their own men and rolled on the ground in pain, while others were knocked down by their companions and fell face-first into the mud.

But these masked men weren't pushovers. Soon, someone noticed something was wrong and shouted, "Something's wrong! This kid's the culprit! Everyone, attack him together and take him down!"

In an instant, the remaining masked men pounced on Shi Feiyang from all directions like hungry wolves, their long knives flashing with cold light and whistling through the air, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's vitals.

Shi Feiyang, however, remained completely unfazed. A wicked smile played on his lips as he nimbly dodged left and right, muttering to himself, "Hey, what's wrong with everyone? Why are you all so angry? Come on, come on, let's see how I teach you bunch of 'little cockroaches' to submit today!"

His figure moved like a ghost, darting freely through the flashing blades. His palms flew, skillfully using the "Shifting Flowers and Jade" technique to deflect the fierce sword strikes from his enemies. He even guided their attacks, causing their attacks to collide. Every now and then, two men's swords would clash violently, making their hands go numb from the impact.

A burly, masked man spotted Shi Feiyang's weakness, roared, and soared into the air like a roc. He swung his long sword down like Mount Tai, the force of which was enough to cleave Shi Feiyang in two.

Under the moonlight, the cold light of the long sword was so dazzling that it was impossible to open one's eyes. Shi Feiyang's eyes widened, and he roared, "Well done!" His hands spun rapidly like windmills as he charged forward to meet the sharp wind from the sword.

Just as the longsword was about to strike Shi Feiyang's head, he used his "Shifting Flowers and Jade" technique, instantly diverting the powerful force. The burly masked man felt a sudden weight in his hand, and the longsword, out of control, slashed at his companion beside him.

His companion turned pale with fright. In the moonlight, his terrified expression was clearly visible. He quickly raised his knife to block, and with a loud "clang," both of them were thrown back several steps by the huge impact, almost falling to the ground.

The burly, masked man's tiger's mouth was shattered by the impact, and blood slowly flowed down the hilt of his knife, looking particularly frightening in the pale moonlight. His face was full of astonishment and anger as he stared intently at Shi Feiyang, as if he wanted to devour him alive with his eyes.

Just then, a nimble masked man, taking advantage of Shi Feiyang's busy dealing with the burly fellow, suddenly attacked from the side like a black lightning bolt, his long knife stabbing diagonally towards Shi Feiyang's waist.

Sensing danger, Shi Feiyang twisted his body like a willow branch, simultaneously extending his left hand to precisely grab the blade of the thrusting longsword. A mischievous smile played on his lips, and then with a sudden burst of strength, he snapped the longsword in two with a "crack!"

The broken blade flew out with a "whoosh," landing squarely at the foot of another masked man. The man was so startled he almost jumped up, his face filled with panic. In the moonlight, beads of sweat on his forehead looked like beans.

Shi Feiyang picked up the broken half of his knife and threw it at the masked men who were attacking him, like a dart.

The broken blade spun rapidly in the air, its cold light flashing, like a spinning chainsaw.

The masked men panicked at the sight. Some quickly dodged, their shadows stretched long in the moonlight; others brandished their long knives to block, but the blades clashed, sparks flying.

One of the masked men was a little slow to dodge and was slashed on the arm by the broken knife. He cried out in pain, and the long knife clattered to the ground. He clutched his wound, and the pained expression on his face looked particularly distorted in the moonlight.

"Hmph, how dare you disturb my admiration of Master Lianxing's unparalleled beauty! Now you know how powerful I, Chuntao, am!" Shi Feiyang thought to himself with a smug smile, while continuing to use his "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill to make these masked men run around in circles like a bunch of headless flies.

The scene was chaotic and hilarious. Shi Feiyang looked at the disarray with a smug smile, as if to say, "You think you can show off in front of me? You're really overestimating yourselves!" (End of Chapter)