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

At midnight, the Yihua Palace was bathed in frost, and the icicles that had formed on the glazed tiles reflected the pale blue moonlight.

Shi Feiyang sped along the palace wall, the Xuan Shuang Blade trembling slightly in his sleeve, as if sensing the killing intent ahead.

He deliberately avoided the paths he usually took with Qiu Shuhui and Huo Chenxi, choosing instead to sneak through a side hall covered in cobwebs. He stepped across the bluestone slabs without making a sound. "What a Flower Palace, even the palace walls exude a chilling aura." Shi Feiyang muttered, shrinking his neck, when he suddenly stopped—under the plum tree ahead, the Moon Invitation Palace Mistress's ice-silk dress was shimmering with a faint glow.

Holding a yellowed, secret letter, she parted her lips slightly and read out words that sent chills down Shi Feiyang's spine: "Fragments of the Yi Jin Jing, one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, and the starting stance of Tai Chi swordplay... these are far from enough!"

Shi Feiyang peered through the cracks in the artificial hill and saw Yaoyue gently wave her hand, causing a hidden compartment to slowly rise from the rock wall.

Dozens of sandalwood boxes were neatly arranged, each containing a token of a major sect: the Jade Buddha of Emei's Golden Summit, the Nine-Finger Staff of the Beggars' Sect, and even a dragon-patterned jade pendant from the imperial family. Even more horrifying, in the bottommost black box lay half a scroll of sheepskin covered with skull totems, identical to the markings he had seen in the ancient texts of the Netherworld Sect.

"The secret to immortality... so that's what you were after." Shi Feiyang gritted his teeth, quietly circulating his Mingyu Gong. His skin glowed with a glassy luster, and the icy blue true energy in his veins surged like an undercurrent. But at that moment, he suddenly heard the sound of clothes rustling above his head.

Seventy-three poisoned silver needles flew past his ears, and he instinctively used "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade" to change the direction of the silver needles and shoot them towards Yaoyue!
"Who?" Palace Mistress Yaoyue's icy eyes turned cold. The moment she struck out with her jade palm, Shi Feiyang had already darted behind her like a ghost. The instant the Xuan Shuang Blade was pressed against her throat, she saw a strange smile curl up at the corner of her mouth: "Little beast, you've finally taken the bait."

Before he finished speaking, the entire courtyard suddenly lit up with eerie green phosphorescent flames.

Shi Feiyang's pupils constricted sharply—hundreds of men in black had appeared from all around, wielding scimitars engraved with ghostly totems, their eyes flashing with an eerie red light. The leader lifted his black robe, revealing himself to be none other than Murong Hui, who should have been dead!

"Shi Feiyang, do you think you can uncover the truth by infiltrating the Yihua Palace?" A sinister laugh came from behind Murong Hui's skull mask. "Let me tell you, Palace Master Yaoyue is nothing more than a pawn of our Netherworld Sect!"

He tossed out a black token, which cracked open a blood pool three zhang wide where it landed, revealing countless white bones floating at the bottom. "See that? This is the price of the secret to immortality!"

Shi Feiyang activated the Nine Heavens Sword Manual, and the Xuan Shuang Blade erupted with ten thousand feet of ghostly fire: "Old bastard, stop playing tricks on me!" He unleashed the "Sword Qi Calamity," and thousands of sword energies transformed into Asura phantoms, but when they touched the man in black, he discovered that the man's weapon could absorb the sword energy.

Even more bizarrely, the Palace Master of Yaoyue stood by and watched, her eyes flashing with a crazed light: "Good! Good! Let me see how you, this so-called hero of the martial world, will break the Netherworld Sect's 'Blood Soul Formation'!"

Countless skeletal arms suddenly emerged from the blood pool. Shi Feiyang unleashed his "Hundred Victories Blade Technique: Slaying the Mortal World," but the scorching blade light from his palm strike was absorbed by the bones. Murong Hui laughed, "Save your breath! These are puppets crafted from the souls of masters from various sects, requiring only the blood of the living as a catalyst..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang had already pulled out a gunpowder pack from his pocket: "Who says it has to be flesh and blood? Try my 'Thunderbolt Horror Bomb'!"

Amidst the explosion, the blood pool surged with enormous waves. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang unleashed his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," only to be blocked in mid-air by an ice wall.

Palace Mistress Yaoyue finally made her move. With the Mingyu Gong fully activated, her skin was as transparent as an ice sculpture, and the cold air in her palms transformed into thousands of ice spikes: "Want to leave? You'll have to get past me first!"

Shi Feiyang gritted his teeth and met the attack head-on. The Xuan Shuang Blade collided with the ice cone, bursting out with dazzling light. He suddenly realized that Yao Yue's moves were actually mixed with the strange movement techniques of the Netherworld Sect, while Murong Hui was constantly chanting incantations outside the formation, and the white bones in the blood pool became more and more active.

In that moment of crisis, he suddenly remembered what Nangong Xiaodie had said before she vanished: "Shi Lang, balance Yin and Yang..."

"Yes! Harmonize Yin and Yang!" Shi Feiyang roared, forcefully circulating the "Nine Revolutions Yin-Yang Record." His skin instantly became half fiery red and half icy blue, and the Yin-Yang symbol in his dantian spun wildly.

When the Frost Blade slashed out again, it brought out two sword energies, one of ice and one of fire, which shredded the ice wall and the white bones to pieces!

Murong Hui was shocked: "Impossible! How can you control two extreme internal energies at the same time?" Shi Feiyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with a mad light: "I will defy the heavens! Tell me! What is the true purpose of the Netherworld Sect?"

The Palace Mistress of Yaoyue suddenly burst into wild laughter, the sound causing ice shards to fall: "What good would it do to tell you? A hundred years ago, the leader of the Netherworld Sect, in his pursuit of immortality, transformed himself into a living corpse. Now he is about to awaken, and the entire martial world will become a blood sacrifice!"

Her voice suddenly softened, "And I... merely wish to find a sliver of eternity in this chaotic world."

Shi Feiyang's Xuan Shuang Blade trembled slightly. He looked at the unprecedented vulnerability in Yao Yue's eyes and suddenly remembered the tear stains on her face when she turned away that day.

The bones in the blood pool surged once more, the shouts of the Netherworld Cult's villains grew ever closer, and deep within the Flower Palace, an even more terrifying secret seemed to await revelation! "I'll see," Shi Feiyang gripped the Frost Blade tightly, ice and fire energies swirling around him, "whether your secrets to immortality are more powerful, or my fists are harder!"

The glazed tiles of the Yihua Palace gleamed eerily under the blood-red moonlight. Shi Feiyang, one foot planted on the beast-head eaves, held a half-moldy osmanthus cake dangling from his Xuan Shuang Blade, winking at the densely packed Netherworld Cult members below: "My heroes, what kind of crazy activity are you up to in the middle of the night? You should have said so earlier! I have some ancestral icebreaker games here—"

Before the words were even finished, three hundred scimitars engraved with skull totems stirred up a stench, the corpse poison congealed on the blades gleaming bluish-black in the moonlight.

"Well done!" Shi Feiyang suddenly pulled out an oil paper package from his waist. The crumbs that fell out were not hidden weapons, but rather even more moldy osmanthus cake crumbs.

The cultists in the front row were blinded and were about to retaliate when Shi Feiyang approached like a ghost. When he activated the Mingyu Gong, his skin glowed with a glassy luster, and the suction force of the vortex in his palm suddenly burst forth: "I'll lend you my weapon!" The cultist's scimitar flew backward instantly, and the blade precisely cut off the hair buns of the three people in the back row.

A sinister laugh came from beneath Murong Hui's skull mask, and his scimitar suddenly transformed into nine blood pythons, their scales oozing a foul-smelling slime.

Shi Feiyang remained calm and pulled a bamboo dragonfly from his pocket: "Didn't you play with these when you were a kid?"

The bamboo dragonfly spun and flew towards the blood python, its seemingly childish force actually severing the python's head. Even more amazing was that he seized the opportunity to use the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique to Sever Reincarnation," the gale generated by his palm strike carrying crumbs of osmanthus cake, which solidified the splattered python blood into ice flowers.

"You're courting death!" The Netherworld Cult Leader raised a jet-black banner, and the white bones in the blood pool suddenly formed a three-zhang-tall Asura statue.

Shi Feiyang's eyes lit up, and he pointed at the wine gourd hanging on the waist of the Shura statue and shouted, "That's mine!" He unleashed the "Nine Heavens Sword Manual Sword Qi Tribulation," and thousands of sword energies surged like the Milky Way in reverse. But when he got close to the Shura statue, he suddenly changed his move and transformed into countless chopsticks that accurately pierced the stopper of the wine gourd.

As the wine splashed, Shi Feiyang took a big gulp from the gourd, then his expression suddenly changed drastically: "Pah! Ten-year-aged corpse water? The Netherworld Sect has a truly unique palate!" He activated the Mingyu Gong "Eighteen Levels of Hell of the Limitless Asura", and the cold air around him instantly condensed within a radius of ten feet.

What's even more amazing is that while he was channeling his energy, he took out a tattered fan and shook his head at the solidified ice crystals: "With this ice carving skill, you'd definitely win first place at the Luoyang Ice Lantern Festival!" The Palace Mistress of Yaoyue finally couldn't hold back any longer, and the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison" she unleashed with her jade palm enveloped the entire palace in ice crystals.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang pulled out a bronze mirror, its surface inscribed with the four crooked characters "Reflecting Light to Ward Off Evil." The instant the icicles struck the mirror, he unleashed the "Shifting Flowers and Jade Mirror: Flower and Moon in Water" technique, reflecting the chilling air into an ice tornado that swept up the scattered bones and the screams of the Netherworld Cult members, soaring into the sky. (End of Chapter)