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

Back at Yihua Palace, Shi Feiyang was happier than anywhere else. So many beautiful flower servants were anxious because when the peaches ripened, no one came to pick them! But in Yihua Palace, there was only Shi Feiyang, and he was exceptionally handsome.

Not only did Qiu Shuhui and Huo Chenxi secretly sneak into Shi Feiyang's tent to enjoy their honeymoon, but other beautiful concubines also frequently slipped into Shi Feiyang's tent. Before anyone knew it, Shi Feiyang had already taken more than thirty concubines.

He's the groom every night—how wonderful! How delightful!
However, his dream remains unfulfilled: to marry Yaoyue and Lianxing. These two palace mistresses seem stubbornly unyielding; although they treat Shi Feiyang much better, they are still a long way from actually falling into his arms! Marriage is not yet secured; Feiyang still has much to strive for!

The late spring wind swept fallen petals into the windowpane, and Shi Feiyang leaned against the beam of the Lianxing Palace Mistress's kitchen, swinging his toes as he watched her tiptoe to get osmanthus honey.

The wooden stopper on the celadon jar popped out with a "pop," and he suddenly hooked himself upside down, using his Xuan Shuang Blade to pick up a piece of glutinous rice cake: "With your skills, sister, you should open a 'Lianxing Pavilion' in Bianliang City. I guarantee you'll squeeze Wang's Pancake Shop out of business!"

Lianxing chuckled, her fingertips dabbing honey at his nose: "Stop being so glib. I found the steamed sugar cheese you secretly hid yesterday in the cracks of the artificial rockery." As she turned, a yellowed copy of "Mountain Dweller's Pure Offerings" slipped from her sleeve.

Shi Feiyang caught it with lightning speed, only to find a dried peach blossom tucked between the pages of the book—the very same one he had casually tucked behind her ear three days ago.

"Ah!" Lianxing hurriedly tried to snatch it, the jasmine hairpin in her hair brushing against his chin. "That's...that's for drying flower tea!" Shi Feiyang, however, hid the book behind his back, his skin glowing with a warm, jade-like color as he circulated his Mingyu Gong: "Sister lied to me!"

He suddenly leaned close to her ear and said, "I see the patterns on these petals; they clearly resemble the strokes of the character '怜' (lian, meaning pity/compassion)."

Suddenly, the sound of clashing weapons came from outside the window; it was Palace Mistress Yaoyue instructing Hua Nu in sword practice. Lianxing breathed a sigh of relief, but Shi Feiyang used the scabbard to lift her chin: "Sister, do you know what I saw in the Peach Blossom Formation today?"

He deliberately lowered his voice, "A flower servant secretly embroidered the character 'stone' on the sword tassel, and I caught her red-handed!"

"You're bullying me again!" Lianxing raised her hand to hit him, but he grabbed her fingertips. Shi Feiyang took out a brocade box from the deerskin bag, inside which lay a silver hairpin inlaid with pearls: "I saw it when I passed by the weapons shop, and I thought it would match my sister's jasmine hairpin perfectly."

He blinked. "But... we'll have to trade it for my sister's newly brewed wine!" Lianxing's earlobes flushed red, but she quickly withdrew her hand when she touched the hairpin: "This... this is too precious."

She turned and opened the celadon urn, the aroma of wine mingling with the scent of osmanthus wafting out. "Last time you said you wanted a wine pot that could 'bloom,' so I had someone bring one back from Persia, an enamel one, right here..." Before she could finish, Shi Feiyang had already slipped a silver hairpin into her hair. The reflections in the bronze mirror overlapped, making them look exactly like a perfect couple from a painting. "Look, sister!" he turned her shoulder. "This is called 'a face and peach blossoms reflecting each other's beauty,' even Heaven praises us as a perfect match!"

Lianxing wanted to laugh, but the seriousness in his eyes made her panic, and in her haste, she knocked over the honey jar on the table.

Golden honey dripped down Shi Feiyang's wrist. He suddenly lowered his head and licked it, his eyes shining like a cat that had just stolen some cream: "Hmm! It's three times sweeter than last year's—did you add some acacia seeds to it, sister?"

"You're such a chatterbox!" Lianxing grabbed a handkerchief to wipe herself, but he took the opportunity to grab her wrist and pin her against the wall.

Peach blossoms outside the window fell into his hair, making his eyes appear even brighter: "Sister, do you know that no matter how beautiful the peach blossoms in Yihua Palace are, they can't compare to your smile?" His voice was as light as a breeze. "If I could taste the honey you make every day, sister, I'd be willing to be your 'lapdog' for the rest of my life." Lianxing felt her heart pounding like a drum. She wanted to push him away, but then she heard the cold shout of the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue outside the window: "Shi Feiyang! Stealing a bite in the kitchen again?"

Shi Feiyang winked at her, then suddenly used his "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" technique to leave, taking the steamed sugar cheese from the table with him before he left.

Lianxing gazed in the direction he had disappeared, the warmth of his skin still lingering on her fingertips. Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, her earlobes were redder than the peach blossoms outside the window. "Fool..." she murmured softly, her fingertips brushing against the silver hairpin in her hair. Suddenly, she remembered his words, "simp." A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips, a smile she herself didn't realize held so much affection that others couldn't comprehend.

From afar came Shi Feiyang's shout: "Sister Lianxing! You must bake more osmanthus cakes tomorrow, I want to take them to Qiu Shuhui and the others to show off!"

Lianxing shook her head, but when she opened the enamel wine pot, she discovered a crystal-clear luminous pearl hidden inside, emitting a gentle light in the twilight—just like the starlight hidden in someone's eyes when they looked at her.

Spring rain taps on the window, weaving a hazy veil inside and outside the tent in the peach blossom grove.

Huo Chenxi's wide sleeves slid down like flowing clouds, revealing her smooth, alabaster shoulders, and the cinnabar mole on her neck trembled slightly with her rapid breathing.

She tilted her blushing face up, her fingertips twirling the black silk ribbon that held Shi Feiyang's hair back, and her cherry lips parted slightly: "Shi Lang always says that people's hearts in the martial world are unpredictable," her voice soft yet seductive, "but look, my heart has long been stolen by you, and I can't even hide it anymore."

Shi Feiyang's Adam's apple bobbed, his glassy eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight, making her features appear even more vibrant. He was about to speak when Zhou Weirou sealed his lips with her finger, the girl's jasmine scent wafting towards him: "Don't speak."

Her fingertips slowly moved down along the line of his jaw, circling his collarbone. "Tonight, you are only allowed to listen to me." Before she finished speaking, she had already flipped him over and pinned him down. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, casting a private light and shadow around the two of them.

As dawn broke, Huo Chenxi contentedly rose from Shi Feiyang's embrace and quietly returned to her embroidery room to continue being her flower servant.

Su Xuan, the head steward of Yihua Palace, was a beautiful young woman in her thirties who was still single. She originally disliked Shi Feiyang intensely, but now, seeing the satisfied looks on Huo Chenxi and Qiu Shuhui's pretty faces every day, she felt a strong urge to seduce them. After Huo Chenxi left the tent in the peach blossom forest, she quietly slipped into the tent and nestled into Shi Feiyang's arms.

At noon, Qiu Shuhui seized the opportunity of her short lunch break and quietly went to the tent in the peach blossom grove. The silver bells in her hair jingled softly as she snuggled into Shi Feiyang's arms and whispered, "Do you still remember by the frozen lake?" Her tongue licked his reddened earlobe. "Back then, I thought..." Suddenly, she bit his ear, eliciting a low groan from Shi Feiyang. "I want to turn you, the favorite of the high and mighty palace master, into someone who belongs only to me." Shi Feiyang abruptly rolled over, trapping her under the brocade quilt. Their noses touched, their breaths mingling in a hot, mingled atmosphere.

In less than a month, hundreds of beautiful flower slaves had flocked to Shi Feiyang's tent like moths to a flame.

Deep within the frozen lake of Yihua Palace, the chilling aura of millennia-old ice pierced the very marrow of everyone, like countless steel needles.

Eight ice coffins lay like sleeping giant beasts, the faces of the palace masters of each generation inside lifelike, their frost-covered eyebrows shimmering with an eerie light.

On the jade platform, the sandalwood box emitted a faint golden glow, and the lotus patterns carved all around seemed to writhe as if they were alive under the flickering candlelight.

The barbs on Wang Shicai's iron claws scraped against the talisman, and with a piercing sound, the last seal shattered.

"Haha! The Lotus Sutra will ultimately belong to my Free and Unfettered Fortress!"

Before he could finish speaking, Nangong Yuchuan's Yin Sha Claw had already pressed down on the wooden box, and the purplish-black true energy bursting from the claw tip instantly corroded the bronze lock on the side of the box.

Murong Hui, wearing a newly donned bronze demon mask, hid in the shadow of an ice pillar. The "Breaking Yuan Sand" from his sleeve slowly seeped into the ground, leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the ice. The moment the wooden box opened, a yellowed scroll unfurled in the cold wind, but the page was blank. He Qiulian lashed out with her nine-section whip, the spikes at the tip carving a bowl-sized crater into the stone wall, sparks flying: "That little bastard Shi Feiyang, how dare he play tricks on us!"

Her eyebrows furrowed, and murderous intent surged in her eyes.

"Hey! Are your eyes blinded by eye boogers?" Shi Feiyang hung upside down on the stalactite in the dome, his Xuan Shuang Blade steadily holding a piece of moldy osmanthus cake, crumbs falling onto Wang Shicai's helmet. "This white paper is so precious, it's more useful for wiping your butt than the Lotus Sutra!"

He deliberately flicked crumbs into Nangong Yuchuan's collar, enraging the latter so much that black smoke billowed from his Yin Sha Claws. Murong Hui suddenly roared, and the Broken Yuan Sand in his hand lashed out at the jade platform like purple lightning. The icy barrier cracked violently, and the frost on the surface of the ice coffin rapidly melted away.

"The true treasure must be inside the ice coffin!" He used the Netherworld Step, his figure transforming into seven phantoms, silver needles like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's "Divine Court Acupoint". Shi Feiyang let out a strange cry and used the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique: Pack of Dogs Fighting for Food", the Frost Blade dancing out thousands of sword shadows.

But Murong Hui's footwork was too strange, and the silver needle actually pierced through the sword curtain, only three inches away from his throat!
At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong, his skin instantly becoming as transparent as glass. He then used the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill, and the silver needles suddenly turned, piercing the air with a sharp sound, pinning the twelve assassins behind Wang Shicai into a row. Blood splattered on the ice coffin and condensed into strange ice beads.

Enraged, Wang Shicai lunged forward, his iron claws tearing through the air: "You little thief, prepare to die!" Shi Feiyang, however, neither dodged nor evaded, but suddenly pulled a bamboo whistle from his deerskin bag and blew it sharply. In the piercing sound, He Qiulian's nine-section whip uncontrollably wrapped around her neck, and she struggled in a panic, looking utterly comical.

"This is called 'Dog Whistle Terror,' it's specifically for dealing with mad dogs!" Shi Feiyang laughed as he used "Disrupting the Doghouse," his Xuan Shuang Blade aimed at Wang Shicai's lower body.

In the chaos of battle, Murong Hui seized the opportunity to get close to Nangong Yuchuan. A hidden compartment in his sleeve popped open, and a blood-red Gu worm crawled out from his fingertip, instantly disappearing into the back of Nangong Yuchuan's neck. Nangong Yuchuan's body trembled slightly, but he was so focused on fighting Shi Feiyang that he didn't notice anything amiss.

Murong Hui's lips curled into a sinister smile as he once again disappeared into the icy mist.

Shi Feiyang suddenly felt a surge of murderous intent and looked up to see Wang Shicai and He Qiulian attacking at the same time.

He remained calm and unhurried, activating the "Sword Heart Connection" of the Nine Heavens Sword Manual, causing the Xuan Shuang Blade to flare with ghostly flames from the Nine Netherworlds.

"Well done! Try 'Puppy Playing with a Ball'!" The sword flashed like a snake emerging from its hole, entangled the two weapons together.

He Qiulian's whip entangled Wang Shicai's iron claws, and the two refused to give way, instead engaging in a contest of strength on the spot.

"Enjoy your fun, everyone. I'll take a break first!" Shi Feiyang took out a small bronze mirror to touch up his makeup, and didn't forget to wink at the former palace master in the ice coffin. "Seniors, look at this farce. It's much more exciting than yours back then, isn't it?"

He suddenly caught a glimpse of Murong Hui's figure moving among the ice coffins and immediately used "No Dogs Under Heaven".

He mastered the Thirty-Six Styles of Dog-Beating Stick Technique, and his Frost Blade transformed into a swirling Milky Way, scattering ice shards wherever it passed.

Murong Hui screamed and retreated repeatedly, half of his demon mask being sliced ​​off by the sword energy, revealing a hideous scar.

He unleashed his last handful of Breaking Yuan Sand, and while everyone dodged, his figure vanished like a ghost into the depths of the icy mist.

Wang Shicai and He Qiulian looked at the mess on the ground and at the disheveled state of the other party, feeling both angry and annoyed, but they could only glare helplessly at Shi Feiyang's departing figure. Shi Feiyang swaggered out of the forbidden area, humming a little tune: "Peach blossoms bloom, swindlers line up, with a little trickery from me, all the fools are dumbfounded!" Meanwhile, in the shadows, Murong Hui stroked the Gu worm mark on Nangong Yuchuan's neck, his sinister laughter echoing through the ice. (End of Chapter)