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

He Qiulian was filled with shock and rage, and was about to unleash her power when Shi Feiyang suddenly bit the whip tip, the secret antidote from the Yihua Palace hidden on his tongue instantly neutralizing the poison. To everyone's astonishment, Shi Feiyang used "Sword Master's Sundial," reversing the flow of time around him. The Xuan Shuang Blade transformed into a stream of light, severing the iron chains. In the instant Nangong Xiaodie fell, he used his own flesh and blood to withstand a blow from Xiao Chong, simultaneously embracing the beauty's slender waist.

However, this momentary lapse in concentration allowed Nangong Wen's longsword to pierce the ground just past his ear. Amidst the flying debris, Shi Feiyang swung his sword backhand, and with a snap, Nangong Wen's head was severed, a column of blood shooting into the sky, and Nangong Wen's mangled corpse collapsed with a thud.

Then, Nangong Jun's screams and wails rang out, and Nangong Wan panicked. As Shi Feiyang carried the unconscious Nangong Xiaodie over Nangong Wan's vermilion wall, drops of blood from the Xuan Shuang Blade dripped down the blade onto her blood-stained skirt.

"My son, you died so tragically! Heavens, why must this old man, with white hair, bury his black-haired son?" Nangong Jun's heart-wrenching cries echoed from behind, mixed with He Qiulian's sinister laughter, reverberating in the night sky like a funeral dirge.

Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong, his skin glowing with a crystalline blue light, and the vortex suction force in his palm pulled all the incoming hidden weapons into the ground.

"Shi Feiyang! Stop right there!" Xiao Chong's goose feather blade slashed through the night, the blood groove on the blade still dripping with Nangong Wen's blood.

He pursued her like a ghost, the blade pointed straight at Shi Feiyang's back. "You know that Miss Nangong values ​​family the most, why did you do this?"

Shi Feiyang paused slightly, the moonlight illuminating his pale face. Nangong Xiaodie, nestled in his arms, trembled slightly, slowly waking. When she saw the bloodstains on Xiao Chong's knife, her pupils contracted sharply, and she struggled violently as if struck by lightning: "Let me go! Let me go!"

"Give me back my brother's life!" Her nails dug deep into Shi Feiyang's arm. Instantly, Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong instinctively activated to protect his body, which was covered in ice crystals, and he repelled Nangong Xiaodie's fingers.

"Xiao Die! Let me explain!" Shi Feiyang's forehead veins bulged with anxiety as he tried to calm Nangong Xiao Die's raging emotions, only to see the love in her eyes shattered, replaced by overwhelming hatred. "That knife was meant for me, I..."

"Shut up!" Nangong Xiaodie broke free from his embrace, staggered back a few steps, and leaned against an old locust tree.

Her embroidered shoes were nowhere to be found; her bare feet trod on the rubble, blood trickling down her ankles. "Our vows under the moon still echo in my ears, yet you have killed my dearest relative with your own hands! Shi Feiyang, how am I supposed to face this?"

Xiao Chong sheathed his goose-feather saber and sighed deeply: "Brother Shi, you saved my life from the Thunderfire Camp's blades that day, and I will always remember that kindness. But what happened today..."

He gazed at Nangong Xiaodie's trembling back, his eyes filled with reluctance. "Miss Nangong is a woman of deep affection and loyalty. With this strike, you have severed not only her brother's life, but also the bond between you two."

Shi Feiyang bent down and picked up the Xuan Shuang Blade. Nangong Wen's blood on the blade had congealed, gleaming an eerie purplish-black in the moonlight. He suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with madness and bitterness: "What a favor! Hero Xiao, do you know that at that moment, my sword move had already ceased?"

He suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing a hideous claw mark on his chest. "Nangong Yuchuan's Yin Sha Claw caught me off guard, and I had no choice but to use 'Sword Qi Calamity' to protect myself. Who would have thought that Nangong Wen..."

"Enough!" Nangong Xiaodie covered her ears, tears streaming down her face. "What's the use of saying all this now? My Nangong family has been loyal and virtuous for generations. How can we let the murder of our brother go unavenged?" She slowly drew the soft whip from her waist, the silver bell at the tip already stained with blood. "Shi Feiyang, today our friendship is over! Either you kill me, or I'll take your life!"

Looking into her resolute eyes, Shi Feiyang suddenly felt the Xuan Shuang Blade in his hand weigh as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He recalled Nangong Xiaodie's endless tenderness towards him in bed, the brocade pouch she sewed for him late into the night with crooked stitches but full of affection, and the tenderness with which she said in his arms, "No matter where you are, I will follow you."

"Xiaodie, do you really want to do this?" Shi Feiyang's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength. "If you kill me, have you ever thought about who will warm your bed and make you tea in the long nights to come? Who will gently pat your back when you have nightmares?"

Nangong Xiaodie's hands trembled violently, the soft whip falling limply to the ground. She closed her eyes, two lines of tears sliding down her cheeks: "Shi Feiyang, go. From now on, the world is vast and we need not meet again." With that, she turned and staggered into the darkness, her frail figure appearing utterly desolate in the moonlight. Xiao Chong gave Shi Feiyang a deep look, hesitating to speak, finally letting out a sigh: "Brother Shi, take care." He used his lightness skill to chase after Nangong Xiaodie, quickly disappearing into the night.

Shi Feiyang stood there, staring in the direction Nangong Xiaodie had left, as if all his strength had been drained away.

The night wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground and blew across his empty embrace.

The sound of a night watchman striking the gong came from afar, startling a flock of crows that cried out mournfully in the air.

He slowly raised the Frostblade, the moonlight reflecting off the blade and revealing his haggard face.

Suddenly, he roared to the sky, his voice echoing across the land. The sword in his hand streaked across the night sky like a meteor and plunged deep into the old tree beside him.

The character "情" (love/affection) engraved on the sword was stained red with Nangong Wen's blood, making it particularly glaring.

"Enough, enough!" Shi Feiyang muttered to himself, pulled the Xuan Shuang Blade from the tree trunk, and staggered away.

His steps were unsteady, as if he had aged ten years overnight. The light behind Nangong Wan gradually went out, and his love with Nangong Xiaodie, like that extinguished light, disappeared forever into the darkness of the martial world.

Back at the Yihua Palace, Shi Feiyang leaned against the carved window of the kitchen, his Xuan Shuang Blade casually resting on his lap, casting a flickering light on half of his face.

He was biting into half a piece of osmanthus sugar cake, sugar crumbs falling onto his blue robe without him noticing. Moonlight streamed across the corners of his slightly upturned lips, making his cynical smile even more cunning. At that moment, he looked just like a mischievous child sneaking a taste of dessert, his eyes hiding unspeakable absurdity and deep affection.

"Slacking off again?" The sound of the Jade Flute from the Palace Master Lianxing came from behind. When he turned around, he deliberately stuffed his mouth full of sugar cake and said indistinctly, "Look at this sugar cake, Master. It's white and soft, just like the tip of your lips when you play the flute."

Before he could finish speaking, the jade flute tapped him on the forehead with a "smack," but it didn't startle him in the slightest. He simply flicked his fingertips and produced a dew-kissed crabapple blossom from nowhere. "I just got it from the Cold Plum Garden of Palace Mistress Yaoyue. It's much more beautiful than her icy face."

This person exudes a kind of "unconventional" energy, yet possesses a captivating charm that makes it impossible to hate them.

That day at the Nangong Wan martial arts arena, he was surrounded by dozens of assassins, yet he was still able to use the mysterious "Hidden Body and Name" lightness skill while stepping on the weapon racks, winking at Nangong Xiaodie as he dodged: "Miss, watch me perform a 'Blood Hands Everywhere' magic trick!"

The Xuan Shuang Blade transformed into a streak of light in his hand, actually slicing He Qiulian's poisoned whip into pieces of iron. At the end, he even had time to raise an eyebrow at Xiao Chong: "How come Xiao Daxia's swordsmanship is slower than Master Lianxing's when she's chopping vegetables?"

But when the sword was truly stained with blood, the mockery in his eyes receded like the tide. As Nangong Wen's head fell to the ground, his hand holding the Xuan Shuang Blade was clearly trembling, yet he still managed to force a smile that was more like a grimace: "Brother-in-law, this joke has gone too far!"

As Nangong Xiaodie turned away crying, Shi Feiyang stood frozen amidst the mess, the broken sugar cakes at his feet mirroring his shattered heart. (End of Chapter)