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

Shi Feiyang left Yihua Palace and stepped into this chaotic world at the end of the Sui Dynasty, feeling that everything was fresh and exciting.

The streets and alleys were bustling with people, and the cries of vendors and the noise of carriages and horses blended together.

He sauntered around, sometimes stopping at roadside food stalls, grabbing a piece of flatbread, munching on it while eyeing passersby; other times gathering around a circus troupe, watching the fire-breathing and sword-swallowing performance, cheering loudly—a complete image of a carefree, dissolute playboy.

That day, Shi Feiyang arrived at a bustling market. Shops lined the streets, the silks and satins in the silk shops shimmered in the sunlight, and the exotic fragrance wafted from the spice shops, filling the air.

Shi Feiyang was enjoying the spectacle when suddenly, a commotion arose in the crowd. A snow-white steed parted the flow of people and slowly approached. On horseback rode a woman dressed in light blue, her long hair flowing like a waterfall in the wind. Her features were exquisite, her lips slightly pursed, exuding an innate coolness, yet her brows and eyes concealed a subtle sharpness, like a plum blossom standing proudly in the snow, breathtakingly beautiful.

Shi Feiyang's gaze was instantly drawn to her, and his heart trembled. The woman's face was remarkably similar to Nangong Xiaodie's, and in a daze, he seemed to see Nangong Xiaodie's shadow.

This woman was none other than Changsun Yue, the last surviving member of the former Sui imperial family.

She rode on horseback, her posture upright like a pine tree, her back always taut, displaying royal bearing.

Her clear eyes scanned her surroundings, warily watching for any suspicious movements, occasionally furrowing her brows with a hint of worry. When she sensed someone watching her, her gaze instantly sharpened, locking onto her target with the precision of a hawk. With a gentle pull on the reins, her horse reared up, and she turned gracefully, her movements fluid and elegant, displaying a dashing and heroic spirit.

Upon noticing that the gazes were merely those of curious passersby, she nodded slightly, her wariness easing somewhat, and her expression returning to its usual calm. Her appearance at the market was also to gather information; she knew the road to restoring her kingdom was fraught with peril, and no detail could be overlooked.

Shi Feiyang followed her as if possessed, his footsteps unconsciously becoming lighter, as if afraid of disturbing her. Changsun Yue seemed to sense something, her brows furrowing as she glanced back, her beautiful eyes filled with suspicion.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully examining Shi Feiyang. Seeing him pretending to select goods, she gave a soft snort, a faint hint of disdain curling at the corner of her lips. Then she turned and continued walking, her skirt billowing in the wind, carrying a touch of aloofness.

As she walked, Changsun Yue turned into a secluded alley.

As soon as she stepped inside, she looked around warily, her hand unconsciously resting on the long sword at her waist.

When a group of men in black suddenly rushed out and surrounded her, her expression remained unchanged, but her eyes grew colder, like two drawn swords.

She slowly drew her longsword, her movements elegant and composed, the tip of the sword drooping slightly, drawing a graceful arc.

"Changsun Yue, today is your death day! The Sui Dynasty is about to fall, and you still dare to dream of restoring the kingdom? You're just daydreaming!" The leader of the men in black sneered. Changsun Yue's eyebrows shot up, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips, a smile filled with endless contempt and mockery. "You treacherous dogs of Wagang, don't be so arrogant! Today, I'll make sure you don't leave alive!" She shouted, her voice as clear and powerful as a nightingale's song.

Before she finished speaking, her figure flashed, and her long sword shot out like a snake, instantly stabbing down two men in black. Her movements were swift and decisive, showing the demeanor of a martial arts master.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Changsun Yue moved with agility, like a lotus flower dancing gracefully in the wind. Sometimes she would spin and wield her sword, her long hair flying as sword energy crisscrossed; other times she would dodge to the side, her skirt fluttering like a butterfly.

Every time she thrusts her sword, her eyes become as sharp as cold stars, fixed on the enemy's vitals, the tip of her sword carrying a fierce aura, as if it can pierce through everything.

As the enemy's attack drew near, she furrowed her brows slightly, pressed her lips into a straight line, and a hint of seriousness flashed in her eyes, yet she remained completely composed, skillfully using her movements to dodge while simultaneously seeking an opportunity to counterattack.

Seeing Changsun Yue in danger, Shi Feiyang initially wanted to immediately use his Mingyu Skill to help, but then he thought that his identity was special, and if he revealed his Mingyu Skill, it might cause a lot of trouble. While hesitating, he took out a stick that was entirely green, smooth and shiny, and tough in texture from a mysterious deerskin bag at his waist.

Shi Feiyang secretly activated his "Heavenly Silkworm Skill." A crystalline light flowed through his palm, and a silvery-white, silk-like substance appeared. At this moment, the black-clad man's attacks grew increasingly fierce. Although Changsun Yue's swordsmanship was exquisite, she gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Her hair was somewhat disheveled, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing became rapid, but her eyes remained resolute.

Just when she thought she was doomed, Shi Feiyang shouted and charged into the fray. She was taken aback at first, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and continued fighting the man in black.

Watching Shi Feiyang use his peculiar martial arts, her eyes were filled with curiosity and doubt. She would glance at him from time to time, but her long sword never stopped, and she and Shi Feiyang worked in perfect harmony.

Shi Feiyang swung his emerald green stick, using the "picking" technique from the "Dog-Beating Stick Method," and with a move called "Pick the Mangy Dog," the tip of the stick extended like a nimble snake, aiming straight for the throat of a man in black.

Caught off guard, the man in black hurriedly raised his knife to defend himself, but the force of the stick made his hand go numb and his long knife almost slip from his grasp.

Shi Feiyang pressed his advantage, immediately followed up with a move called "Reverse Dog Body Strike," in which the stick drew an arc in the air and struck another man in black.

The man in black couldn't dodge in time and was struck hard in the abdomen by the stick. He screamed and flew backward, knocking down his two companions behind him.

Seeing this, the leader of the men in black was enraged. He brandished his broadsword and swung it straight at Shi Feiyang. Shi Feiyang dodged easily, simultaneously unleashing the "Seal" technique's "Flatten Dog Back" move, his staff slamming down on the man in black's back. Sensing danger, the man in black sidestepped, and the staff crashed to the ground, creating a small crater.

Enraged, the man in black shouted, and his men quickly surrounded Shi Feiyang and Changsun Yue.

Shi Feiyang showed no fear, wielding his staff with ferocious power, displaying a continuous stream of exquisite moves from the "Dog-Beating Staff Technique." "Interlocking Jaws," "Mother Dog Protecting Her Cubs"—the staff in his hands struck, jabbed, and swept with pinpoint accuracy, forcing the men in black to retreat repeatedly. In an instant, no one could get close to him. Changsun Yue watched in stunned silence, never having seen such extraordinary martial arts, her heart filled with curiosity about this man who had suddenly appeared to help. At this moment, Shi Feiyang seized an opening, unleashing the "Dog's Counterattack" technique from the "Turning" method. His staff, like a green lightning bolt, swiftly lashed back, striking one of the men in black heavily in the chest.

The man in black groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the situation was turning against them, the leader of the men in black waved his hand, and they tried to scatter and flee. But Shi Feiyang would not let them go so easily. He used the "Trip" technique, "Snatching the Staff from the Mastiff's Mouth" and "Pushing the Dog Upside Down," swinging the stick repeatedly and tripping the fleeing men in black one by one.

Then, with a light tap of his stick, the silvery-white thread-like substance in his palm shot out like a serpent, piercing the skin of the fallen man in black, sealing his acupoints, dispersing and severing his internal energy, and forcing it back into his internal organs.

The men in black screamed in agony, and within moments they all vomited blood and died, their internal organs crushed. Their deaths were gruesome, and a strong stench of blood filled the alley.

After dealing with the men in black, Shi Feiyang put away his staff and turned to walk towards Changsun Yue. Changsun Yue had already sheathed her sword, her eyes filled with gratitude and curiosity. She bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your help, young master. I am deeply grateful. May I ask your esteemed name?"

Shi Feiyang chuckled, scratched his head, and said, "You're too kind, young lady. It's only right for chivalrous people like us to help those in need. As for me, I'm just a nobody. You can just call me Shi Tou."

Upon hearing this, Changsun Yue's lips curved slightly upward, revealing a faint smile, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, softening her originally aloof face. She nodded and said, "Young Master Shi, I will forever remember your kindness today. If you ever need anything in the future, please don't hesitate to ask." Shi Feiyang looked at Changsun Yue, who bore such a striking resemblance to Nangong Xiaodie, and a ripple of emotion stirred within him. He smiled and said, "You flatter me, Miss. It is my...Little Stone's blessing to have met such a remarkable woman."

As the two were talking, they suddenly heard a series of noisy footsteps in the distance. Changsun Yue's expression tightened, and her eyes instantly became alert. She subconsciously placed her hand on the long sword at her waist, leaned forward slightly, and assumed a fighting stance.

Shi Feiyang's expression changed, and he said, "Miss, this place is not safe to stay for long. Let's leave here first."

Changsun Yue nodded, took the BMW from him, and the two quickly walked out of the alley. (End of Chapter)