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

Chapter 411. Nangong's Bloodshed: A Bloodbath Against the Demons

The vermilion gates of Nangong Wan shattered with a deafening roar in the morning mist. Murong Hui's skull mask loomed in and out of view amidst the smoke, the eerie blue flames flickering in his eye sockets casting a pale glow on everyone's faces. Nangong Jun's hand, gripping the Broken Mountain Blade, veins bulged, the inscription "Blood for Blood" still stained with fresh blood on the blade: "You little beast, give me back my son's life!"

Shi Feiyang was leaning against the carved window of Nangong Xiaodie's boudoir, feeding her grapes. Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow and smiled, and a grape seed from his fingertip "poof" shot through the window paper three zhang away, hitting Nangong Jun right between the eyebrows.

"Old fool, are you forgetful?" He rose, his skin glowing with an icy blue luster as he circulated his Mingyu Gong. "Last year, you scoundrels plotted to steal the secret treasure of the Yihua Palace, and your son practically ran into my blade—do you expect me to give you a new one?" Nangong Xiaodie's nails dug deeply into his waist, her voice trembling: "Father...please..."

Before he could finish speaking, Murong Hui had already unleashed the "Breaking Yuan Sand," and amidst the violent tremors of the earth, the supporting pillar of the boudoir collapsed with a deafening roar. Shi Feiyang, carrying Nangong Xiaodie, spun around to avoid it, his Xuan Shuang Blade drawing a semi-circular barrier that shattered all the flying debris into dust.

"No one can save him today!" Murong Hui's sinister voice came from all directions. The bandits of the Five Alliance Gang and the Iron Palm Gang flooded into the courtyard like a tide, their weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Nangong Yuchuan's Yin Sha Claw, enveloped in a purplish-black poisonous mist, lunged forward. Wherever the claw's wind passed, the pillars instantly turned to ash: "Shi Feiyang, offer your life as a sacrifice to my shattered dantian!"

Shi Feiyang pushed Nangong Xiaodie to the maid, and as he turned around, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He suddenly broke through the "Sword Ruins Annihilation" realm of the Nine Heavens Sword Manual, and the Nine Netherworld Ghost Fire that erupted from the Xuan Shuang Blade instantly ignited the sky, and the sword energy transformed into thousands of skeleton phantoms that hissed in the air.

"Destroy the heavens!" he roared, his palm strike as fierce as the sun in the sky, unleashing a devastating force. Nangong Yuchuan's Yin Sha Claw shattered inch by inch in the blade's energy, a bowl-sized hole exploding in his shoulder blade, black blood mixed with bone fragments splattering onto the corridor walls, drawing a hideous totem.

He screamed as he fell off the cliff, but in the instant of his fall, he flung out three bone-piercing nails, aiming straight for Nangong Xiaodie's throat. "Watch out!" Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank sharply, and he used his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill to save his lover.

At the critical moment, Xiao Chong's goose-feather blade suddenly appeared in front of Nangong Xiaodie's neck. The dull thud of the poisoned nail piercing his chest struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer. "Old Xiao!" Shi Feiyang caught the limp body, seeing Xiao Chong's fingertips carving crooked symbols on his palm, his voice barely a whisper: "Ambush...the Flower Palace..."

"You idiot!" Shi Feiyang's eyes reddened, but he still tried to remain calm. "I told you to practice my 'Heavenly Silkworm Skill' to protect your body, but you insisted on learning some hard qigong!" Xiao Chong forced a bitter smile, and his last breath dissipated in the morning breeze.

Shi Feiyang gently closed his eyelids, and when he stood up, the ghost fire on the Xuan Shuang Blade was already crackling.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, He Qiulian unleashed a barrage of poisoned silver needles, hundreds of them swirling like a reversed Milky Way. Shi Feiyang, holding Xiao Chong's corpse, spun around and used the "Shifting Flowers and Jade" technique, causing the silver needles to change direction and shoot towards the Thunderfire Camp members with a piercing whistling sound.

Amidst screams, He Qiulian's left arm was nailed to a pillar, her fingernails digging deep into the wood: "Shi Feiyang! I'll tear you to pieces!"

"Torn to pieces?" Shi Feiyang kicked aside the broken knife at his feet, pulled out half a moldy osmanthus cake from his pocket, and said, "Try this appetizer first!" He activated the Mingyu Gong "Eighteen Levels of Hell of the Limitless Asura," his skin becoming as transparent as an ice sculpture, and his icy blue true energy surging through his veins like a reversed Milky Way. He unleashed the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Breaking the Universe," using the Xuan Shuang Blade as a sword. Wherever the blade energy passed, the ground cracked open with a ravine over ten feet deep, from which magma-like heat erupted.

Seeing the situation was dire, Murong Hui manipulated the Heart Gu puppets to form the "Five Poisons Formation." Shi Feiyang, however, burst into laughter, unleashing the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique: No Dogs Under Heaven." His Xuan Shuang Blade transformed into 360 afterimages, instantly striking all the puppets' "Shanzhong" acupoints, causing them to freeze solid, then crumble and shatter into countless ice shards. Suddenly, Shi Feiyang shoved a moldy osmanthus cake into He Qiulian's mouth: "A bet's a bet! This is the handiwork of Palace Master Lianxing, cherish it!" He Qiulian was stunned, terrified, trembling uncontrollably, her eyes filled with fear. Nangong Jun swung his sword, and the instant his Broken Mountain Blade clashed with Shi Feiyang's Xuan Shuang Blade, the resulting shockwave shook the entire pavilion.

Seizing an opening, Shi Feiyang used his "Provoking Claws" technique to hook Nangong Jun's weapon, then pulled back—the Broken Mountain Blade was deeply embedded in Nangong Jun's shoulder. "Father!" Nangong Xiaodie cried out and rushed over, but was pulled back by Shi Feiyang.

"Now you know how to feel sorry for yourself?" His voice was cold and hard, but softened when he touched her tear-streaked cheek. "Hide behind me and watch how I deal with these mad dogs." He would let Nangong Jun off the hook, sparing his dog's life!

Murong Hui's skull mask suddenly cracked open, revealing a hideous scar underneath: "Shi Feiyang, you bastard, if you don't hand over the Lotus Sutra, today will be your death day!" He threw out the last "Heart Gu King," and the Gu worm transformed into a giant python that opened its venomous mouth.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang revealed a sly smile, his palm blazing with silver light as the silkworm threads of his Heavenly Silkworm Technique were unleashed like a net. "Try my new move—'Silkworm Devouring the Netherworld'!"

The silver thread pierced the giant python's seventh inch, twisting it into a bloody mist. As Murong Hui's figure disappeared into the smoke again, Shi Feiyang picked up the broken knife from the ground and wiped Xiao Chong's bloodstains in the sunlight: "Old Xiao, after we deal with these bastards, I'll take you to the best coffin shop in Bianliang City to pick out some wood. We Jianghu people, even in death, should die with style."

In Nangong Wan's courtyard, the air was thick with the stench of gunpowder and blood, yet the morning light had already pierced through the clouds, casting golden dapples on Shi Feiyang's blood-stained clothes. He gazed at the trembling Nangong Xiaodie in his arms and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Are you afraid?"

She shook her head, her fingertips tightly gripping the hem of his clothes: "Don't be afraid, you're here." Nangong Wan's maid bandaged Nangong Jun's wounds, while Nangong Jun stared blankly as his beloved daughter Nangong Xiaodie and Shi Feiyang became intimate.

In the distance, Murong Hui's laughter echoed from the secret passage: "Shi Feiyang, next time, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Shi Feiyang looked down at the symbol Xiao Chong had carved on his palm; the crooked handwriting clearly formed the character for "moon." He looked up toward the direction of Yihua Palace, a meaningful smile playing on his lips—the waters of this martial world seemed to run deeper than he had imagined.

“Come on,” he said, pulling Nangong Xiaodie toward the bedroom, “let’s take a nap together first, and once we’re refreshed… then we’ll go and deal with those shady rats!”

Shi Feiyang and Nangong Xiaodie fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the comfortable and gentle embrace, Murong Hui's sinister smile, like a venomous snake's tongue, lingered among the pillars of Nangong Wan's corridor. Shi Feiyang gently stroked Nangong Xiaodie's trembling back, and as he pushed her into the hidden compartment, he lightly pinched her waist three times with his fingertips—this was the code they had created the night before. "Count to three hundred before coming out," he whispered, turning around to find his Xuan Shuang Blade already stained with Netherworld Ghost Fire, tracing an eerie arc in the morning light.

(End of this chapter)