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

The peach petals of the Yihua Palace were stained with blood, swirling like thousands of flying knives in the night wind.

Shi Feiyang squatted under the mottled palace wall. The words "I was here" carved by Xuan Shuang Blade were crooked and crooked, but they were more eye-catching than the plaque in front of the palace gate.

He had half a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, then suddenly pulled out a small bronze mirror and looked at himself from left to right: "Tsk tsk, this peach blossom rain makes me even more handsome than Pan An!" From the shadows came the clanging of chains. Murong Hui's bronze mask gleamed with a ghostly green luster in the moonlight, and the black iron token in his hand was engraved with serpentine patterns. Every time he waved the token, the pupils of the Thunderfire Camp soldiers turned crimson, and the fuses of their rocket launchers hissed, their light several times brighter than ordinary torches. "He Qiulian, it's your turn to put on this good show." His voice was like sandpaper scraping against rust, hoarse and grating.

He Qiulian brandished her nine-section whip, the barbs at the tip scraping against the stone wall and sparks flying: "Those flower slaves put on airs all day long, today I'll let them taste the flavor of thunder and fire!" Before she finished speaking, three hundred rockets had already soared into the sky, their orange-red trails tearing the night sky into pieces.

Shi Feiyang suddenly jumped up and used his "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" technique to tap seven times on the palace wall, looking like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Fire! Sister Lianxing's newly brewed osmanthus honey is going to turn into charcoal!"

As he ran, he pulled out an oil paper package from his pocket, inside which was the stinky tofu he had secretly hidden the day before. He threw it forcefully at the rocket swarm: "Try my 'fragrant aroma that travels ten thousand miles'!" The Palace Mistress of the Inviting Moon Palace stood on the Flower Viewing Terrace, her long ice-silk dress fluttering in the wind.

With a gentle wave of her hand, thousands of icicles condensed from the peach blossom branches, exploding into a cloud of white mist when they collided with the rocket.

"Flower slaves, heed my command! Form the 'Falling Petals Formation'!" A clear, cold voice drowned out the roar. Three hundred flower slaves, each wielding a soft sword embroidered with lotus flowers, formed swirling sword blossoms as they moved in unison.

Shi Feiyang suddenly smelled something strange and turned his head to see a dark figure flash by in the direction of the secret passage in the back mountain.

He activated the Bright Jade Skill, his skin revealing icy blue patterns, and unleashed the move "Shifting Flowers and Jade, Absorbing Stars and Embracing the Moon"! He reversed the flow of three hundred stray rockets back into the Thunderfire Camp, pinning three hundred black-clad men of the Thunderfire Camp to the ground.

He raised an eyebrow at He Qiulian triumphantly, only to see that Murong Hui had already circled around to the western corner of the formation, and blood was seeping from the "heart" character on the talisman in his hand.

The Peach Blossom Formation suddenly trembled violently, and the crossbow bolts changed direction and shot towards the Flower Slave.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank suddenly. He pulled out an oil paper packet from his pocket and blew on it vigorously: "Heroes, try this special chili powder from the northern frontier!"

Amidst the acrid white smoke, he unleashed the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique: Luring the Dogs into the Stronghold," his Xuan Shuang Blade tracing a strange arc, deflecting the three bone-piercing nails thrown by Murong Hui back towards his face. Murong Hui shattered the hidden weapons with a flick of his sleeve, silver needles already concealed between his fingers.

But just as he stepped forward, Shi Feiyang suddenly threw the Xuan Shuang Blade, the blade spinning and precisely hooking the strap of his mask.

Immediately afterward, Shi Feiyang swayed forward, reached out and grabbed the Xuan Shuang Blade, and unleashed the "Provoking Dog Claw" move! With a crisp tearing sound, the bronze mask fell to the ground, revealing that terrifying face—crisscrossing scars like a centipede coiled up, and a ghostly blue flame flickering in the empty hole of the right eye.

"Ugly monster!" Shi Feiyang exaggeratedly covered his eyes. "This appearance is enough to scare away Wang Shichong's 100,000-strong army!"

Murong Hui screamed and used the "Netherworld Step," his figure disappearing like smoke, leaving behind a black feather carrying poisonous mist.

Shi Feiyang picked up the feather and sniffed it, then suddenly pulled out a piece of osmanthus cake and took a big bite: "Pah! It's far worse than what Sister Lianxing makes!"

At that moment, the sound of metal clanging came from the back mountain, and Wang Shicai's iron claws tore open the disguise of the secret passage.

Shi Feiyang held the Xuan Shuang Blade in his mouth, formed hand seals, and unleashed the "Ming Yu Gong - Ice Soul Cold Prison," instantly creating a hundred-meter-long ice wall on the ground.

"Perfect timing!" He licked the crumbs from his lips. "I was just looking for someone to try out my new trick, 'No Dogs Under Heaven'!"

Instantly, the 360 ​​shadows of the staffs surged like a reversed Milky Way, and lightning crackled across the Xuan Shuang Blade.

As Shi Feiyang fought, he shouted, "Hey friend on the left, take this 'Beating the Dog's Head with a Stick'! Brother on the right, try 'Beating the Dog While It's Drowning'! And you in the middle with the axe, watch out for 'Chasing the Dog in a Desperate Alley'!"

The Thunderfire Battalion soldiers were beaten so badly that they were knocked off their horses, and Wang Shicai's iron claws were even sucked in, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

Palace Mistress Yaoyue's ice spikes suddenly swelled, freezing He Qiulian's nine-section whip into an ice sculpture. She glanced at the grinning Shi Feiyang and said coldly, "Why aren't you going to break the formation yet?" Shi Feiyang, however, took out a small mirror to touch up his makeup: "Palace Mistress, don't rush, let me strike my coolest pose first!"

Before the words were finished, Murong Hui's sinister laugh rang out again, and the red light of the talisman in the center of the formation intensified. The peach trees in the Peach Blossom Formation began to twist and grow, transforming into countless vines that entangled the Flower Slave. The peach blossoms of the Flower Palace were soaked in blood rain, hanging heavily on the branches.

Shi Feiyang stood with one foot on Wang Shicai's iron claws, his Xuan Shuang Blade picking at Murong Hui's bronze ghost mask, while chewing on a piece of candied fruit he'd somehow acquired: "Lord Wang's iron claws need some sharpening; they're too dull even for scratching an itch!"

Before he finished speaking, the rockets of the remnants of the Thunderfire Camp once again soared into the air, but were completely shredded by the icy blue vortex formed by Mingyu Gong when they reached within three feet of him. Palace Master Yaoyue stood on the high platform built of ice shards, and with a light tap of her jade finger, a ten-zhang radius area transformed into an ice prison.

She glanced at the chaotic battle below and said coldly, "Shi Feiyang, the Peach Blossom Formation's core has been broken, why aren't you moving...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang had already leaped onto the platform like a ghost, casually pulling out a strand of her hair and braiding it into a plait: "Palace Master, don't be impatient! I'll just perform a 'dog catching a mouse - meddling in other people' act!"

At this moment, Murong Hui's laughter surged from all directions, and the peach trees in the formation suddenly twisted into a ferocious giant hand. Shi Feiyang activated the "Sword Heart Connection" of the Nine Heavens Sword Manual, and the Xuan Shuang Blade erupted with Netherworld Ghost Fire: "Old monster, taste 'Puppy Playing with a Ball'!" Thousands of sword shadows emerged like serpents from their holes, cutting the vines that entangled the Flower Slave into dust. As he fought, he winked at the Flower Slave watching: "Ladies, watch closely, this move is called 'Beating Two Mastiffs with a Stick'!" With that, he flicked his wrist, twisting He Qiulian's nine-section whip into a pretzel.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Shicai launched a surprise attack, and the gale generated by his iron claws plowed three deep trenches into the ground.

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor avoided, and suddenly pulled out an oil paper package from his pocket: "Fragrant osmanthus cake, buy one get one free!"

While the other party was stunned for a moment, Mingyu Gong was activated at full power, and her skin became as transparent as glass. She used the move "Transferring Flowers and Jade to Absorb Gold and Iron"!
Wang Shicai's iron claws flew uncontrollably toward Shi Feiyang, crashing into the palace wall along with his armor, shaking down peach blossoms that covered the wall.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang gripped the Xuan Shuang Blade and unleashed the most exquisite move of the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, "No Dogs Under Heaven!" He mastered all thirty-six moves of the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, and the Xuan Shuang Blade transformed into a silver river flowing backward.

The Thunderfire Battalion members felt as if the shadows of the clubs were as heavy as mountains before their eyes, and their weapons were sent flying before they could even be drawn.

Upon seeing this, Murong Hui threw out a handful of "Breaking Yuan Sand," causing the ice shards in the formation to shatter violently.

Shi Feiyang let out a strange cry and suddenly pulled a bamboo dragonfly out of his deerskin bag: "Behold my secret weapon!" As the bamboo dragonfly spun, it stirred up a flurry of peach blossoms and collided with the Breaking Yuan Sand, unleashing a thunderous roar.

In the midst of the melee, the beautiful flower slave Qiu Shuhui's soft sword was knocked away, and she was about to be hit by a stray arrow.

Shi Feiyang used his "Ladder Cloud Leap" to teleport ten feet in an instant, deflecting arrows with his Xuan Shuang Blade, and casually wrapped his arm around her slender waist: "Don't be afraid, beauty, my embrace is warmer than a quilt!" The pretty flower servant Huo Chenxi came to her aid with her sword, but he hooked her wrist with his other hand: "Sister, come too, let's form a 'Peach Blossom Three Sworn Brothers'!" The Palace Mistress of Yaoyue Palace, her ice silk dress stained with blood, still managed to corner the last few enemies.

She turned her head and saw Shi Feiyang with two women on his arms, and her icy aura suddenly swelled three inches: "Shi Feiyang! Aren't you going to..." Before she could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang had already pulled out a tent from a mysterious deerskin bag at his waist and wrapped the two flower servants inside: "Palace Master, don't worry! I'm just teaching you a 'secret technique for keeping warm'!"

Yaoyue and Lianxing led the flower slaves in pursuit of the enemy bandits.

From inside the tent in the peach blossom grove came giggles, mixed with Shi Feiyang's heavy breathing.

As night deepened, the Yihua Palace returned to silence. Yaoyue and Lianxing searched everywhere for Shi Feiyang's whereabouts.

But the Yihua Palace is too vast, with countless peach blossom forests and stone formations. How could it be so easy to find Shi Feiyang?

Right now, he is enjoying his honeymoon with Huo Chenxi and Qiu Shuhui in a tent in the peach blossom forest!
The peach blossom grove at midnight was bathed in moonlight, and petals fell on Shi Feiyang's shoulders, as gentle as the warmth of Huo Chenxi's fingertips. Qiu Shuhui buried her head in his neck, and the jasmine scent in her hair mixed with the smell of gunpowder was even more intoxicating than the aged floral dew of the Yihua Palace.

“Shi Lang…” Huo Chenxi’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz as her fingertips gently hooked the deerskin bag at his waist. “Today, when you wielded your sword to break the formation, I saw your figure reflected on the ice wall, majestic and awe-inspiring, even surpassing the style of the heroes in the stories.”

She looked up at him, her eyelashes still damp with blood, shimmering in the moonlight. "From now on... can I continue to follow you?" Shi Feiyang yawned, casually plucked a peach blossom, and gently tucked it behind her ear. "Silly girl, how can a flower slave from Yihua Palace wander around with me?" He suddenly leaned close to her ear, deliberately lowering his voice, "However, if you're willing to secretly hide some of Lianxing Palace Mistress's osmanthus honey, perhaps I'll consider bringing a 'sweet bundle' with me."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Shuhui unconsciously snuggled closer to him, the soft sword at her waist digging painfully into him. "I...I'm not as good at acting cute as Sister Huo." She pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with twin lotus blossoms, the character "stone" crookedly embroidered on it. "I made this overnight, although it can't compare to Sister Huo's craftsmanship..."

Before she could finish speaking, Huo Chenxi chuckled, "Silly sister, how could Shi Lang find it unappealing? Look at the sachet hanging on his waist, isn't it the one I embroidered last year?" Shi Feiyang felt his temples throbbing. Looking into the two bright eyes, he suddenly remembered the lotus seed soup made by the Palace Mistress Lianxing—it was so sweet it was cloying, yet irresistible.

He gently pinched Qiu Shuhui's cheek, feigning a roguish tone: "Listen up, my two beauties, I'm like a bee, I only collect nectar, I don't build a nest." Though he said this, he took the opportunity to pull them into his arms, inhaling the fragrant scent of their sweat, and suddenly felt that this peach blossom grove was more alluring than any other secluded haven. He lightly kissed Huo Chenxi's forehead, then whispered in Qiu Shuhui's ear: "Silly girl, we can't escape the clutches of Palace Mistress Yaoyue. Look at Jiang Feng and Hua Yuenü, how tragic their fates were! We...we don't care about forever, we only care about having had it!"

He looked up at the starry sky and suddenly remembered the Ice Shard of the Moon Palace Master—no matter how cold the sword was, it couldn't compare to the warm breath of the person in front of him.

"Will Shi Lang remember us?" Qiu Shuhui's voice choked with emotion. "Even if one day... you go to a faraway place?"

Looking at the starlight in their eyes, Shi Feiyang suddenly pulled out a wine gourd from his deerskin bag: "Come on, drink this bowl of peach blossom wine!" He tilted his head back and took a swig, the wine sliding down his chin. "Whether you remember it or forget it, the moonlight at this moment... cannot be stolen."

Huo Chenxi suddenly snatched the gourd of wine and took a big gulp. The pungent smell of the alcohol made her eyes redden: "I don't care!"

She grabbed Shi Feiyang's wrist, her nails digging almost into his flesh. "If you dare to forget me, I'll carve the name 'Huo Chenxi' all over your body with my sword, so that every time you move, you'll be reminded of me by the pain!"

Qiu Shuhui nodded in agreement, a resolute glint in her eyes: "I...I will put a curse in your wine, so that every sip you drink will taste my longing!" Shi Feiyang looked at the two faces, which were exceptionally beautiful because of their emotions, and suddenly felt his throat go dry.

He raised his hands in surrender, but when they weren't looking, he took two candied lotus seeds from his deerskin bag and stuffed them into their mouths: "Alright, alright! I admit defeat—from now on, wherever I go, I'll carry your 'Love-Sickness Gu' and 'Engraved Sword,' how about that?"

He suddenly leaned close to their ears, "But let's make this clear first... can the tent hold three drunkards tonight?" Peach blossoms fluttered down, overlapping the three shadows. In the distance, the lights of the Flower Palace remained bright, but they couldn't penetrate this small world bathed in moonlight. (End of Chapter)