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

Chapter 401. Night Owl Teases Wolves - A Masterful Theft of a Thousand Pounds
Shi Feiyang knew that from tonight onwards, the ice wall of Yihua Palace had finally cracked, and he, like a grain of sand, would likely be forever embedded in the hearts of the two palace masters. In the distance, the sound of cracking ice came from the icy pool, as if some kind of solid ice was quietly melting.

Shi Feiyang touched the wound on his chest and suddenly laughed out loud—the world is a long road, but he was afraid he would never be able to repay the debts incurred by the Yihua Palace.

The walls of the Yihua Palace roared behind them. Shi Feiyang lightly touched the copper bells on the eaves with his toes, while Xuan Shuangren held up half a piece of osmanthus cake that had not been eaten.

The night was as dark as ink. Three hundred assassins from the Thunderfire Camp surrounded the area in a Big Dipper formation. He Qiulian's nine-section whip gleamed with a poisonous green light under the moonlight, and the barbs at the tip of the whip were still covered with beads of blood from Nangong Wen the day before.

"Shi Feiyang! Today is your death day! You coward, I thought you wouldn't dare leave Yihua Palace!" He Qiulian's roar caused icicles to fall from the eaves. Shi Feiyang suddenly stopped at the gap in the palace wall, exaggeratedly clutching his chest: "Sister Qiulian, are you treating me to a 'starry sky' feast? I'm most afraid of the cold, and your hidden weapon is covered in poisonous frost; eating it will give me diarrhea!"

Before the words were even finished, a torrential downpour of bone-piercing nails, death-dealing nails, and butterfly darts rained down from the sky.

Shi Feiyang yelled and unleashed his "Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles" technique, his figure blurring through the rain of hidden weapons. He deliberately stepped on a broken piece of bluestone when he landed, and the flying pebbles hit one of the assassins right in the face: "Watch closely! This 'Testing the Way with Broken Stones' move is much more accurate than your hidden weapons!"

He Qiulian roared, and the nine-section whip suddenly transformed into nine venomous snakes, each section emitting a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

Shi Feiyang unleashed "Ladder Cloud Leap," teleporting through the air, but suddenly flipped in mid-air, landing on his feet. His Xuan Shuang Blade drew an arc: "Take this! 'Sword Piercing Seven Stars'!" The sword energy collided with the whip shadow, and the sparks that exploded illuminated Nangong Jun's distorted face—this patriarch of the Nangong family held the Dragon Soaring Nine Styles gauntlets, his nails digging deeply into his palms, and blood dripped down the dragon pattern on the gauntlets.

"You little bastard! Give me back my son's life!" Nangong Jun roared, his voice trembling with tears.

Shi Feiyang hung upside down on a locust tree outside the palace wall, swinging his legs and laughing, "Old man, your son insisted on testing my sword with his neck. My Xuan Shuang Blade is unfamiliar with people, and I accidentally..." Before he could finish speaking, Nangong Yuchuan's Yin Sha Claw was already at his face, the purplish-black nails reeking of decay.

Shi Feiyang used the "Shifting Flowers and Jade" technique! With a light wave of his hands, Nangong Yuchuan's attack strangely shifted to He Qiulian.

The leader of the Thunderfire Camp was shocked and furious. The tip of her whip grazed Nangong Yuchuan's earlobe, cutting off a few strands of his black hair.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Sword Intent Ruins" technique from the Nine Heavens Sword Manual, transforming countless sword energies into crimson peach blossoms that exploded amidst the assassins. In the midst of the battle, Shi Feiyang caught a glimpse of Nangong Xiaodie's pale face. She was clutching her brother's memorial tablet, tears welling in her eyes, yet stubbornly refusing to fall.

Shi Feiyang suddenly stopped his teasing and activated his Mingyu Gong, his skin glowing with a crystal-clear blue light: "Little Butterfly, the green hills remain unchanged, the green waters flow forever..." Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Chong's goose feather knife blocked his retreat.

"Brother Shi, I apologize for the offense." Xiao Chong's voice was low.

Shi Feiyang grinned, a vortex of suction emanating from his palm: "Old Xiao, if your knife hits me, Master Lianxing's jade flute will knock eight plum blossoms out of your back!" With that, he used "Hidden Body and Name," and his figure disappeared into the night like a wisp of smoke.

In Nangong Wan's secret room, Shi Feiyang touched the mechanism on the door and chuckled to himself, "This mechanism is even harder to guess than Master Lianxing's thoughts!" He took out a skewer of roasted meat that he had taken from the kitchen and pried open the hidden lock in a few quick movements.

The secret room was filled with gold ingots and silver chests, their glittering jewels making his eyes shine: "Good heavens! Has the Nangong family brought the entire national treasury with them?"

He took down the mysterious deerskin pouch from his waist—a treasure given to him by the two fairies, the Nightingale and Biyan'er, from the Divine Dragon Pagoda. It was invisible to the naked eye, yet could hold all things in the universe. As Shi Feiyang stuffed gold and silver into the pouch, he shook his head, saying, "So much money! I wonder which kind of rouge Master Lianxing likes?" Suddenly, he noticed the jade Buddha in the corner, his eyes lighting up: "This thing is even more beautiful than Sister Qiulian's face! It'll be perfect as a paperweight for Palace Mistress Yaoyue!"

When Nangong Jun and his group returned, the secret room was left in a mess.

He Qiulian kicked over an empty box and roared, "That little bastard must have used the Shrinking Earth technique!"

Nangong Yuchuan crushed a gold brick with his Yin Sha Claw, and a purplish-black poisonous mist filled the air: "I will tear him to pieces!" Nangong Xiaodie stared at the empty secret chamber and suddenly whispered, "He... he didn't even touch my brother's memorial tablet. How could it be him?"

Inside the Nangong Palace, everyone was stunned. How could Shi Feiyang have done such a despicable thing? Wasn't Shi Feiyang on the run for his life? So who did it? Who did it?

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang was lying in an inn a hundred miles away, counting the gold and silver piled up on his bed, when he suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh no! I was so busy taking the treasure that I forgot to take a few jars of good wine!"

After saying that, he took out a piece of jade Buddha and examined it in the moonlight. "But this thing, if the Palace Mistress of the Moon Palace sees it, might it calm her down?"

On the cold jade floor tiles of Yihua Palace, the frost flowers that had formed remained untouched all day. Lianxing unconsciously stroked the jade flute with her fingertips, and the crooked peach blossom carved by Shi Feiyang with his Xuanshuang Blade on the flute gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

At this time in the past, a grinning figure would surely have scaled the wall and slipped in, either to steal luminous pearls from the Western Regions or to magically produce wild berries glistening with dew. "Sister, this 'Jade and White Jade Soup' is missing an ingredient..." she said, gazing at the empty stove, her voice fading into the silent kitchen. On the table sat the wooden rabbit carving left by Shi Feiyang, half a dried osmanthus flower still clinging to its chipped ear.

Yaoyue stood by the icy pool, the icicles in her palms forming and breaking, breaking and forming again.

The warmth of Shi Feiyang's palm when he grasped her wrist that day still seemed to burn her skin. Gazing at the frozen male corpse at the bottom of the pool, she suddenly remembered him saying, "The Palace Master is more beautiful than an ice lotus when he's angry," and her nails dug deeply into her palm: "He's nothing but a glib-tongued lecher!"

But as he turned around, he inexplicably folded up the fox fur coat he had left behind and hid it at the very bottom of the trunk.

In the cold fragrance pavilion late at night, Lianxing played "Phoenix Seeking Its Mate" alone, but the melody always went out of tune at the turning points.

Moonlight filtered through the osmanthus tree, casting dappled shadows on the ground. In a daze, she saw Shi Feiyang hanging upside down on the branch, swinging his legs and laughing at her: "Sister Lianxing's tune makes my bones melt!" The jade flute suddenly fell to the ground. She hurriedly picked it up, but touched the lingering warmth of the flute—the warmth left by his palm when he used to snatch the flute and play pranks on her.

Yaoyue stood at the corner of the corridor, looking at her sister's distraught appearance, and her icy face rippled with emotion.

"He's just an outsider." She said coldly, but as she turned around, she quietly put the wound medicine she was holding in her sleeve back in its original place—it was left by Shi Feiyang when he treated Lianxing's injuries, and the bottle was still engraved with the crooked character "Lian".

(End of this chapter)