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

On the white marble steps of the front hall of Yihua Palace, peach blossoms and bloodstains intertwine to form an eerie brocade carpet.

The Palace Mistress of Yaoyue Palace wore a long, ice-silk dress stained with mottled blood. With each wave of her jade hand, chilling ice shards would condense within a radius of ten feet.

The ice crystals arranged themselves in the shape of lotus flowers in the air, and as she circulated the ninth level of the Bright Jade Technique, they emitted a humming sound like a dragon's roar. Palace Master Lianxing leaned against the broken vermilion pillar, playing her jade flute horizontally. The sound waves transformed into thousands of invisible blades, slicing the flesh of the charging Thunderfire Camp assassins.

On the high star-gazing platform, Murong Hui, wearing a bronze demon mask, let out a strange, eerie laugh.

The black iron token in his hand flashed red light, controlling Nangong Yuchuan, who was afflicted by the Heart Gu.

Nangong Yuchuan's eyes were bloodshot, and with each swing of his Yin Sha Claw, the air hissed and corroded.

"Shi Feiyang, today is your death day!" Murong Hui's hoarse voice, mixed with a laugh like a broken gong, shook the withered branches of the peach tree, causing them to fall in a rustling sound. Shi Feiyang, however, was squatting amidst the weapons scattered on the ground, picking his teeth with a Xuan Shuang blade. Seeing Nangong Jun leading his family's experts to attack, he suddenly jumped up, slapping his thigh and laughing, "Perfect timing! I was just worried about who would test my newly developed 'weapon recycling business'!"

Before he finished speaking, Mingyu Gong was activated at high speed, and his skin instantly became crystal clear, like glass shrouded in cold mist.

As the suction force of the vortex in his palm surged, the three swordsmen at the forefront were pulled in along with their swords. The sparks from the collision of their weapons in the air were casually grabbed and shaped into a crooked peach blossom shape.

Shi Feiyang used the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill! He raised an eyebrow at Nangong Jun triumphantly, but suddenly his expression changed - the controlled Nangong Yuchuan had already stepped forward, his Yin Sha Claw aimed straight at his face.

Shi Feiyang rolled on the spot and used the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique: Falling into the Water and Beating the Dog" to strike out with the Xuan Shuang Blade carrying lightning: "Old man, try the 'Lightning Roasted Claw'! This is a limited edition, no extra charge!" The purplish-black claw shadow collided with the silver-white sword energy, and the resulting shockwave snapped the surrounding peach trees in half.

In the midst of the chaos, Murong Hui seized the opportunity to throw out seven blood-red heart-gu worms. The worms transformed into blood-red streaks of light in the air, about to burrow into Hua Nu's body.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang pulled out an oil paper package from his deerskin bag and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sister Lianxing's osmanthus cake is ready!" This shout was even more effective than Lianxing's sonic power, and several distracted assassins had their chests pierced by sonic blades.

Taking advantage of the situation, he used the "luring the dogs into the camp" technique. His Xuan Shuang Blade drew a strange arc, reflecting all the Heart Gu back at the Thunderfire Camp, and screams immediately rose and fell.

Just then, Wang Shicai seized an opening and lunged at Lianxing with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted sharply, and nine bamboo branches from the Dog-Beating Stick Technique suddenly flew out of the deerskin bag at his waist, forming a Bagua formation in the air.

He unleashed "No Dogs Under Heaven!", mastering over thirty different staff techniques. His Xuan Shuang Blade transformed into countless staff shadows, and the moment they collided with the iron claws, the resulting booming sound shook the entire Yi Hua Palace.

Amidst the flying sparks, he couldn't resist teasing, "Lord Wang's iron claws need some lubricant; they're gripping even tighter than Sister Lianxing's hairpin!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Murong Hui suddenly threw the entire bag of Breaking Yuan Sand into the core of the Peach Blossom Formation.

The ancient formation emitted a dying groan, and amidst the earth-shaking tremors, countless crossbow bolts went out of control and instead shot towards the people of Yihua Palace.

At the critical moment, the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue, her face frosty, exhausted her inner strength to unleash "Bright Jade Ice Seal." A massive ice shield rose from the ground, blocking all the rain of arrows, but she also coughed up blood due to exhaustion, staining the ice crystal lotus on her chest red.

Murong Hui seized the opportunity to disappear into the smoke, leaving behind a harsh threat: "Shi Feiyang, I will take your life sooner or later!"

Shi Feiyang wiped the blood off his face and made a face in the direction the smoke had disappeared: "Goodbye, old ghost! Remember to bring some Persian candied fruit next time you come, I'm craving some snacks!"

He turned to look at the mess on the ground, then suddenly pulled a small bronze mirror from his deerskin bag: "Luckily, I'm not disfigured, otherwise Sister Lianxing would be heartbroken..."

The millennia-old ice in the forbidden area of ​​Yihua Palace gleamed eerily amidst the bloodstains. Shi Feiyang stood with one foot on Wang Shicai's iron claw, the Xuan Shuang Blade pressed against the rolling of his Adam's apple, producing a teeth-grinding friction sound.

“Master Wang’s iron claws need some rust removal,” he said, shaking the moldy osmanthus cake crumbs in his hand. “They’re scraping so hard they’re making my shoes rattle.”

Wang Shicai let out a whimper like a trapped beast, but was unable to move due to the suction force generated by Mingyu Gong.

Nangong Jun and the others collapsed to the ground, while He Qiulian's broken nine-section whip lay curled up in a pool of blood like a dead snake.

In the corner, the bronze ghost mask left behind by Murong Hui reflected the flickering candlelight, its empty eye sockets seeming to mock him silently. Shi Feiyang suddenly pulled out a tattered fan, fanning himself with the genuine copy of the *Lotus Sutra* with smug satisfaction: "See that? 'To practice this skill, one must pass my test'—I am that test!" He deliberately brought the scroll closer to the Palace Master of Yaoyue Palace: "Palace Master, your palm strikes are so fierce, how about you add a gold border to these characters for me?"

Inviting the Moon, her long silk dress stained with blood, she raised an icicle from her jade hand and pressed it against Nangong Jun's brow: "Those who covet the Yihua Palace shall pay with their blood." Her eyes flashed, and her killing intent materialized.

Shi Feiyang suddenly intervened, using his Xuan Shuang Blade to pick up the Ghost Mask and toss it around: "Wait! This ugly thing is even more chewy than Wang Shicai's iron claws."

He suddenly leaned closer to the ghost mask and sniffed, then exaggeratedly gagged: "Whoa! This smell, is it from being rubbed with ten-year-old corpse oil?" The runes that everyone found in the Broken Yuan Sand glowed with an eerie blue light, exactly the same as the ancient book fragments that Murong Hui showed.

Shi Feiyang used the tip of his knife to pick up the rune fragments and suddenly pressed them against Nangong Yuchuan's face, gesturing: "You know what, these patterns actually match the scars on your face quite well!"

He suddenly became serious, and his skin glowed with a glassy luster as he circulated the Mingyu Gong: "He can see through the restrictions of the forbidden area of ​​the Yihua Palace and also possesses evil arts that manipulate people's minds... This old ghost must have crawled out of the eighteenth level of hell?"

When the Flower Palace returned to peace, Shi Feiyang lay under the peach tree, using the Lotus Sutra as a pillow, with half a half-eaten osmanthus cake tucked between its pages. Palace Mistress Lianxing approached carrying a food box, jasmine blossoms glistening with morning dew in her hair: "This time I added double the honey..." Before she could finish, Shi Feiyang suddenly sprang to his feet: "You really are being stingy! This sweetness is enough to kill three cows!"

He suddenly leaned close to Lianxing's ear and whispered, "But for the sake of the beauty, I'll reluctantly accept this bribe."

The Palace Mistress of Yaoyue stood on the star-gazing platform three zhang away, her silk handkerchief fluttering in the wind, her gaze occasionally sweeping over the precious book in Shi Feiyang's arms.

Deep within the bamboo forest far outside the Yihua Palace, Murong Hui's silver needles moved across the bodies of living people, gradually clouding the pupils with a blood-red film. He stroked a half-torn piece of parchment, the markings on it from the fragments of a military tally faintly echoing the runes of the Lotus Sutra.

As the silver needles flashed with cold light, three more puppets stepped into the night, their tracks outlining a strange lotus totem on the ground.

Shi Feiyang, munching on a pastry, suddenly sat up, gazing at the churning dark clouds over the Taihang Mountains. He turned to look at Lianxing's smiling face, then glanced at Yaoyue's cold profile, and suddenly pulled a small bronze mirror from his deerskin bag: "Look at this peach blossom makeup, it's even redder than the rouge used by opera troupes!"

He shook his reflection in the bronze mirror, then suddenly shoved the manual into his robes: "Looks like it's time for me to expand my 'troublemaker' business—for example, becoming a free bodyguard for the Yihua Palace?"

Amidst the falling peach blossoms, his laughter, mingled with crumbs of pastry, startled a whole tree of crows into flight.

Under the peach tree, Shi Feiyang used the Lotus Sutra as a pillow behind his head, with his legs raised higher than the observatory.

The aroma of the freshly baked osmanthus cake from Palace Master Lianxing filled the air, but he suddenly adopted a high-pitched voice, imitating Yaoyue: "Shi Feiyang, if you wipe your mouth with the precious book again, I will freeze you into an ice sculpture!" Before he finished speaking, the peach blossom branch above his head trembled violently, and half an icicle "whooshed" and fell past his nose.

"Alright! Palace Master who's been eavesdropping!" He scrambled to his feet, his skin glowing with a glassy luster as he circulated his Mingyu Gong. Suddenly, he pulled out a small mirror studded with rhinestones: "Come and see for yourself. Are you jealous that I'm more suitable to be the face of the Yihua Palace than you?"

In the icy mist, Yaoyue's voice was so cold it could freeze: "Shut up!" But Shi Feiyang clearly saw the osmanthus honey hidden in her sleeve, clearly Lianxing's specially made "Shi Feiyang exclusive." Suddenly, a strange noise came from the deerskin bag.

Shi Feiyang cautiously reached in and pulled out a small squirrel covered in blood. "Oh ho! Which battlefield did this escape from?" He used a clever trick to toss the squirrel toward Lianxing. "Sister, please save it! It looks even more pitiful than when Wang Shicai begged for mercy!"

Lianxing hurriedly caught it, and the soft sound of the jade flute rang out, the sound waves turning into a warm current that seeped into the squirrel's wound.

"No!" Shi Feiyang suddenly jumped up. "This beast has Broken Yuan Sand on its paws!" He activated the "Sword Heart Connection" of the Nine Heavens Sword Manual, and the Xuan Shuang Blade flared with Netherworld Ghost Fire. "That old ghost Murong Hui must not have gone far!" As he spoke, he even placed a squirrel on the tip of the sword and imitated Murong Hui's hoarse voice: "Hand over the manual, and I'll spare your whole corpse!" This amused Lian Xing so much that she couldn't stand up straight, and even Yao Yue in the distance couldn't help but turn her face away, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Just then, a strange noise came from the Peach Blossom Formation. Shi Feiyang shoved the squirrel into Lianxing's arms, grabbed the Frost Blade, and struck a majestic pose: "Protect the two beauties! I'm off to meet... Ouch!"

He suddenly screamed – a squirrel had bitten his ear hard. “This is outrageous! Even beasts know to act as Murong Hui’s spies!”

In the midst of the chaos, he didn't forget to call out to Yaoyue, "Palace Master! How's my 'Dog-Beating Stick Technique - Rats Dancing Wildly' going?" Xuan Shuang Blade danced so tightly that dozens of bloodstained squirrels that suddenly darted out were knocked off balance.

Lianxing's jade flute sound waves transformed into a cage, but Shi Feiyang insisted on causing trouble, deliberately tapping out a jumbled rhythm with his sword sheath: "Show me a bit of 'Peach Blossom Stew'!" After the dust settled, Shi Feiyang collapsed amidst a pile of squirrel tails on the ground, suddenly grabbing Lianxing's hand, who was still munching on osmanthus cake: "Sister, do you think these beasts are controlled by the Heart Gu?"

He suddenly leaned closer, "How about we get a pet too, named 'Murong Nemesis,' to bite his ghost mask!" Before he finished speaking, another icicle grazed his scalp, startling him so much that he grabbed the book and darted into the depths of the peach blossoms, leaving only echoes of laughter and curses in the wind. (End of Chapter)