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

Night fell again, and Nangong Xiaodie's embroidered chamber was bathed in the soft moonlight, the shadows of the crabapple blossoms on the window lattice were shattered by the night wind.

When Shi Feiyang climbed through the window, he found her leaning against her dressing table, lost in thought. Moonlight streamed through the newly inserted jade hairpin in her hair, casting a gentle arc on her cheek. On the table sat a half-cooled osmanthus cake, clearly the snack he had casually mentioned the other day.

"You've come..." Her voice was so soft, as if afraid of startling the swallows on the beams, her fingers unconsciously twisting the handkerchief. "I specially learned to make sugar cakes today, but I can never recreate the taste you brought..." The last syllable of her voice carried a barely perceptible sob, like a child hiding a bellyful of grievances.

Shi Feiyang's throat tightened. Suddenly, he noticed a plain white cloth wrapped around her wrist, with bright red blood seeping out. "How did this happen?" He rushed forward and grasped her hand. With the Mingyu Gong activated, a gentle warmth emanated from his palm.

Nangong Xiaodie hurriedly tried to pull her hand back: "It's nothing... I just got splashed with oil while learning to make pastries..." Before she could finish speaking, he had already picked her up horizontally.

The brocade quilt on the embroidered couch still held her body heat. Shi Feiyang carefully laid her down, and when he untied the strips of cloth, he saw that the wound was red, swollen, and hideous—clearly a burn he had deliberately concealed. "Silly girl," he said in a muffled voice, taking out some wound medicine from his pocket, "Was it worth risking your own hand for a piece of candy?"

The moment the ointment was applied, Nangong Xiaodie trembled slightly, not from pain, but from the gentle touch of his fingertips on her skin.

"It's worth it." She suddenly grabbed his sleeve, her eyes welling up with tears. "As long as it's for you, I'd go through fire and water..."

Overcome with emotion, tears streamed down her face. "That day at the Flower Palace, you risked everything to save me. After that, every time I was in danger, you always appeared like a god… I know you have someone else in your heart, but I can't control myself…"

Shi Feiyang felt as if his throat was blocked by peach petals. Looking at her tearful appearance, the cold and beautiful faces of the Palace Mistress of Yihua Palace gradually blurred.

Nangong Xiaodie, however, mistakenly thought he was in a difficult position and hurriedly tried to get up: "I was being presumptuous... You can go now, just pretend I didn't say anything..."

"Don't go." He pulled her into his arms, and as the quilt slipped off, the scent of jasmine mixed with medicine wafted from her hair. Nangong Xiaodie froze, but heard his rapid heartbeat vibrating in her ears: "Xiaodie, I... I have never seen a girl as foolish as you."

She looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with hope: "Then...would you be willing to take in this fool? I don't want any title or status, I just want to be by your side, to do your laundry and cook for you, to hold the lamp and keep watch for you at night..." Before she could finish speaking, her words were sealed by his kiss.

The candlelight in the boudoir suddenly flickered, illuminating the entangled figures. Nangong Xiaodie felt as if she were dreaming, until Shi Feiyang's burning hot hand touched her back, and she realized that this was not a dream.

"Don't talk nonsense." He whispered in her ear, his warm breath making her weak all over. "From now on, your hands can only be used to wipe my sweat, to write me letters..." The moon outside the window had somehow hidden behind the clouds. As the curtains trembled slightly, Nangong Xiaodie clutched his clothes and said haltingly, "I... I've given you my heart... If one day you get tired of it... just crush it... I'll accept it..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was swallowed up by an even deeper kiss.

When the clapper sounded at dawn, Shi Feiyang got up to leave.

Nangong Xiaodie clung to him tightly, like a drowning person grasping at the last piece of driftwood: "Don't go... stay with me a little longer..."

Her tears soaked his clothes. "Last night I dreamt you were covered in blood, but I could never reach you..."

Shi Feiyang lowered his head and gently pecked her swollen lips: "Be good and wait for me. After I clean up the mess in the martial world, I will come to marry you in style." He tucked her in, but when he turned around, he heard suppressed sobs behind him.

Even after his figure disappeared into the night, Nangong Xiaodie still held the brocade quilt that still carried his scent, her fingertips caressing the jade pendant he had left behind.

Outside the window, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, but she felt that no scenery in the world could compare to the tenderness in his eyes just now.

When Shi Feiyang returned to Yihua Palace, he learned that Yaoyue and Lianxing had hired someone to kill Jiang Feng and Hua Yuenü. He felt sorry for Jiang Feng and Hua Yuenü, but he couldn't change their fate, so he pretended not to know anything about it.

With Jiang Feng gone, Shi Feiyang was filled with confidence that he would be able to marry Yaoyue in the future. Although Yaoyue was a bit selfish, she was beautiful! She was so beautiful that Shi Feiyang allowed her to be a little selfish.

Moreover, Yaoyue and Lianxing turned a blind eye to Shi Feiyang's current shameless behavior at Yihua Palace.

Perhaps, having a man in the Yihua Palace would alleviate their loneliness. Perhaps, the sisters Yaoyue and Lianxing fell in love with Jiang Feng because there were "no" men in the Yihua Palace. Looking back now, Jiang Feng was just a pretty boy, while Shi Feiyang was the real man.

Although Yaoyue turned a blind eye to Shi Feiyang's presence, she remained aloof and icy. Lianxing, on the other hand, decided to personally instruct Yang Xi in cooking, and the kitchen became a unique "battlefield" for the two.

The copper bells on the eaves of the main hall of Yihua Palace jingled. That day, Shi Feiyang leaned against the carved window frame of the kitchen, watching the Palace Mistress Yaoyue pass by the lotus pond in the distance, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

Although the figure in moon-white was still as cold as ice, after Jiang Feng's death, she had tacitly approved of his rampages in the palace.

"What are you daydreaming about?" The voice of Palace Mistress Lianxing, as melodious as a jade flute, suddenly came from behind. When Shi Feiyang turned around, he saw her holding a jade-like cabbage, her white skirt sweeping across the moonlight. "Today I'll teach you how to make 'Jade Pearl Jadeite Soup.' If you make a stone cake like that again, be careful I'll smash your head with my jade flute." Shi Feiyang immediately put on a pained expression, exaggeratedly pounding his chest and stamping his feet: "Palace Mistress Lianxing, you flatter me! Last time, that stone cake was clearly an attempt to imitate the Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, to demonstrate the fierce way of Yihua Palace's cuisine to you!"

He suddenly leaned closer, his nose almost touching Lianxing's reddened earlobe. "But if I could be personally struck by my master, I would gladly have my head shattered into eight pieces." Lianxing tapped his forehead with her jade flute, but couldn't hide the smile on her lips: "Smooth talker! Hurry up and get the knife." She moved lightly to the cutting board, and with a flick of her wrist, the kitchen knife danced in afterimages.

The cabbage heart transformed into countless silver threads under the blade, so fine and even as if measured with a ruler. It even twirled in the air like a sword flower, the cabbage threads neatly arranged into a pile of jade. Shi Feiyang's eyes widened, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "With the Palace Master's knife skills, it's a loss to the martial world if he doesn't forge swords! If he opened a 'Pitying Star Knife God Noodle Shop,' he could make even the Tai Chi sword and Shaolin's Vajra pestle repurpose as rolling pins!"

He suddenly pulled out a tattered cloth and solemnly wiped his eyes. "I've only just witnessed today that cooking can be so exquisitely beautiful!" "You're such a smooth talker!" Lianxing turned around, feigning anger, only to see Shi Feiyang holding a kitchen knife, striking a pose even more bizarre than drawing a talisman. His wrist trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, and the cabbage shreds he cut were as thick as fingers, sticking crookedly to the blade.

"Master, look!" He suddenly raised the kitchen knife high. "My original 'Coiled Dragon Lying in Snow' knife technique! The uneven lines are just like the peaks and ridges of the Kunlun Mountains!" Lianxing was so amused that she couldn't straighten up. She tapped his shoulder with her jade flute and said, "Come here." As she took his hand, Shi Feiyang suddenly said in a serious tone, "So the Mingyu Kung Fu has such wonderful uses. Even the kitchen knife has become more obedient than the Xuan Shuang Blade."

As he spoke, he deliberately rubbed against her, "But I'm slow-witted, so I still need my master to guide me..."

"If you keep fooling around, I won't teach you anymore!" Lianxing's ears were burning, but she patiently slowed down her movements.

Taking the opportunity, Shi Feiyang stole a glance at her lowered eyelashes, which cast a butterfly-wing-like shadow under her eyes. He suddenly sighed, "It is said that the Mingyu Kung Fu of Yihua Palace is the best in the world. In my opinion, the patience you have in teaching people to cook is the real unparalleled skill."

As the soup pot boiled, Shi Feiyang was tiptoeing to sprinkle chopped scallions into it when he was suddenly scalded by the splashing soup. He jumped up, exclaiming, "Has this soup come to life? How dare it ambush this great hero!" He abruptly pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with peach blossoms and exaggeratedly covered his forehead. "Master Lianxing, save me! If my handsome face is scarred, who will dare to visit Yihua Palace in the future?"

Lianxing laughed so hard she leaned on the table, and pointed at the soup pot with her jade flute: "Hurry up and stir it! Be careful the cabbage doesn't turn into a pulp!"

Shi Feiyang immediately adopted a posture as if facing a formidable enemy, wielding the wooden ladle with great force while chanting, "Watch my 'Nine Heavens Soup Stirring Technique,' and this pot of soup will surely obey!"

When the emerald-green soup was finally served, Shi Feiyang suddenly knelt on one knee, raising the bowl high: "Please, Palace Mistress Lianxing, taste the poison!" Seeing Lianxing raise an eyebrow, he immediately flattered her: "No, no, it's an appreciation! This bowl of soup embodies your divine skill and my sincerity. Even the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet would feel ashamed in comparison!"

Lianxing took a sip, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "You've improved a lot since last time." Before she finished speaking, Shi Feiyang jumped up, gesturing wildly: "The title of the number one chef in Yihua Palace belongs to me alone! From now on, whatever delicacies the Palace Master desires, I'll conjure them up for you right away!"

He suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "But... could you give me a small reward first? Like... a handkerchief embroidered by Master himself?"

As dusk deepened, the lights in the kitchen remained bright.

Shi Feiyang used various tricks to twirl the kitchen knife like a sword, which made Lianxing laugh continuously.

The Palace Mistress of Yaoyue Palace stood in the distance on the corridor, watching the joyful figure, but ultimately did not throw the ice shard in her sleeve. The night breeze blew, and the peach blossoms of Yihua Palace fell one after another, but they had a more earthy and lively feel than usual.

That night, Shi Feiyang returned to Nangong Wan to spend his honeymoon with Nangong Xiaodie. Upon hearing the news, Nangong Jun flew into a rage.

Her adopted son, Nangong Yuchuan, was consumed by jealousy. In an attempt to force Nangong Xiaodie to hand over the "Lotus Sutra," he imprisoned her under a stone pillar in the martial arts arena.

The moment the waning moon was swallowed by the dark clouds, the air in Nangong Wan's martial arts arena seemed to freeze in the stench of blood.

Nangong Xiaodie was suspended upside down from a three-zhang-high black iron pillar, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, the jade hairpin long gone, and her neck marked with hideous bloodstains from the iron chains. Beneath her was a blazing brazier, scalding ash constantly splashing up and scorching black holes in her skirt.

"Speak! Where are the fragments of the Lotus Sutra hidden?" The Dragon Soaring Nine Styles gauntlets in Nangong Jun's hand gleamed with a faint blue light, each dragon pattern imbued with a deadly poison that could kill on sight. He suddenly swung his fist, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the iron pillar. "If you don't speak, I'll let you taste the flavor of 'Dragon's Roar Shatters Bones'!"

Nangong Yuchuan chuckled sinisterly as he twirled his Yin Sha Claw, his purplish-black nails slicing across Nangong Xiaodie's cheek. "Sister, this face of yours is a waste." Before he finished speaking, He Qiulian and her Blood Hand Hall assassins had already formed a Shura Formation, the barbs on their nine-section whips dripping venom, corroding deep pits in the ground with a sizzling sound.

At the critical moment, a sharp sound pierced the air in the darkness.

Shi Feiyang used his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving" lightness skill, flying over like a ghost on hidden weapons. The Xuan Shuang Blade in his hand drew a silver rainbow, reflecting 193 bone-piercing nails back.

"Are you all having a bonfire party? Why didn't you invite me?" He deliberately knocked over the weapon rack, and spears and halberds rained down like a storm, but as they approached the group, they suddenly changed direction and accurately stabbed the guards in the pressure points.

Then, Shi Feiyang tossed the Xuan Shuang Blade into the air, his palms waving as he unleashed the "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade" divine skill! Nangong Jun's dragon fist strangely turned towards his own guards. With several crisp cracking sounds, Nangong Wan's guards collapsed, their bones broken, vomiting blood and dying.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, He Qiulian lashed out with her poisonous whip, and the nine-section steel chain coiled around his ankle like a serpent.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang reached out and grabbed the Xuan Shuang Blade that was falling from mid-air. He unleashed the "Sword Qi Tribulation" from the Nine Heavens Sword Manual. The sword energy surged like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, but it was intercepted halfway by Xiao Chong's Goose Feather Blade.

"Master Xiao! Didn't we agree to keep to ourselves?" Shi Feiyang shouted as he dodged, only to see Nangong Yuchuan's Yin Sha Claw already at his face. Shi Feiyang suddenly leaned back, and the Xuan Shuang Blade flew out of his hand, slicing Nangong Yuchuan's mask in two, revealing a hideous scar underneath.

At that moment, Nangong Wen's longsword attacked from behind. Shi Feiyang used the mysterious "Hidden Body and Name" lightness skill, but stepped on the bone-rotting powder scattered by He Qiulian. The instant the pain shot through his foot, he flung out the glutinous rice from the deerskin bag, which, mixed with chili powder, was thrown at everyone.

Amidst the wails, Shi Feiyang activated the Bright Jade Skill, his skin glowing with a crystalline blue light, and the suction force of the vortex in his palm suddenly increased.

Shi Feiyang, wielding the Xuan Shuang Blade, unleashed "Sword Domain Annihilation"! In an instant, countless sword energies transformed into crimson peach blossoms, only to shatter upon touching Nangong Jun's Dragon Soaring Shield. Nangong Xiaodie's cry of alarm rang out. Shi Feiyang turned to see her nearly suffocating from the chains, her hair falling limply. In this life-or-death moment, Shi Feiyang unleashed "Sword Soul Sacrifice." The Xuan Shuang Blade emitted a dragon's roar, ancient runes appearing on its blade, drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a ten-zhang radius. Just as the sword energy was about to touch the chains, He Qiulian's poisoned whip wrapped around his throat, and Xiao Chong's goose-feather saber pressed against his back.

"Let her go!" Shi Feiyang's voice was distorted by the strangulation, but he suddenly grinned, "Otherwise, I'll drag you all down with me even if I die!" He abruptly activated his Mingyu Gong, and chilling energy surged upwards along the poisoned whip. (End of Chapter)