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

The sea of ​​clouds surged like snow-white silk, and the Vermilion Bird spread its crimson wings, which covered the sky and pierced the heavens.

The strong wind it generates when it flaps its wings stirs up the clouds in the sky into countless fragments, which refract into magnificent rainbows under the sunlight.

Shi Feiyang leaned against the silk tent on Zhuque's back, while Qiu Shuhui in his arms, like a frightened fawn, clutched his clothes tightly. Her face was pale, and tears streamed down her face, soaking his shirt.

"Don't be afraid, sweetie." Shi Feiyang's voice was so gentle it could melt water, and his slender fingers gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "Look, this sea of ​​clouds is even more beautiful than the Jade Pool of the Yihua Palace. We're like immortals riding the clouds."

He deliberately slowed his tone, adding a touch of teasing, in an attempt to dispel the fear in her heart.

Yang Jinghao leaned against the side, her phoenix eyes filled with affection, and a smile appeared on her lips.

She extended her slender, jade-like finger and gently tapped Qiu Shuhui's nose, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, sister. With your husband here, even if the sky falls, he will hold it up for us." As she spoke, she couldn't help but chuckle, her clear laughter echoing through the clouds.

Qiu Shuhui raised her tearful eyes, looked at Shi Feiyang with a wronged expression, then looked at Yang Jinghao, and sobbed, "But...but flying so high, I always feel like I'm going to fall..." Her voice was trembling with sobs, and she hugged Shi Feiyang even tighter.

Shi Feiyang laughed heartily, picked up Qiu Shuhui in one arm, put his other arm around Yang Jinghao's slender waist, and said loudly, "Come on! Let's go into the tent and put my two little ladies at ease!" With that, he strode into the tent.

Inside the tent, the luminous pearl emitted a soft glow, casting a faint halo around the silk curtains.

Shi Feiyang gently placed Qiu Shuhui on the couch covered with soft animal hides, and Yang Jinghao also snuggled up to her, the three of them embracing tightly.

Shi Feiyang's presence surrounded them, gradually calming Qiu Shuhui's initially panicked heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the rapid beating of my heart gradually subsided.

Qiu Shuhui nestled lazily in Shi Feiyang's arms, her hair falling messily across his chest.

She raised her head, her eyes still filled with lingering shyness and tenderness, and said softly, "Husband, do you know how Sister Huo and I escaped from Yihua Palace..." Shi Feiyang lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, signaling her to continue.

Yang Jinghao also leaned her head closer, listening attentively.

"Since Palace Mistress Yaoyue left Yihua Palace, Palace Mistress Lianxing has taken charge of palace affairs." Qiu Shuhui's voice was soft, carrying a distant sense of reminiscence. "Palace Mistress Lianxing is kind-hearted, and the palace rules have become much more lenient. My sister Huo and I miss our husbands every day, and we simply cannot bear the loneliness of this deep palace..."

She paused, a resolute glint in her eyes, "So, under the cover of night, we slipped past the guards and escaped from the Yihua Palace. Along the way, we endured wind and rain, sleeping in the open, and encountered countless dangers..."

"Silly girl." Shi Feiyang hugged her even tighter with heartache. "I'm sorry you've suffered so much."

Qiu Shuhui shook her head, a happy smile on her face: "As long as I can find my husband, it's all worth it, no matter how hard or tiring it is. We inquired about your whereabouts, and after many twists and turns, we finally... finally saw you again."

Her voice gradually choked with emotion, her eyes filled with the joy and love of their reunion. Yang Jinghao reached out and took Qiu Shuhui's hand, saying gently, "From now on, my sister and I will accompany our husbands to travel the world. No matter where we are, we will never be separated again."

Looking at the two beauties in his arms, Shi Feiyang was filled with tenderness and emotion.

The Vermilion Bird flew slowly through the clouds, occasionally pausing to savor this heartwarming moment.

Inside the tent, love flowed freely, and the warmth of spring dispelled the chill of the heavens.

The Vermilion Bird's wings sliced ​​through the sunset, filtering crimson light into the silken curtains.

Shi Feiyang twirled Qiu Shuhui's loose strands of hair with his fingertips, then looked at the flower ornament between Yang Jinghao's eyebrows and said softly, "Actually, my surname is 'Li' and my given name is 'Shimin'. I was extremely unruly when I was young, and my father, in a fit of anger, sent me to the Yihua Palace to learn martial arts."

His voice was low and tinged with self-deprecation, "Who would have thought that this trip would cause such a stir in the martial world?" He had just spouted such nonsense, but to his surprise, the three ladies actually believed him.

Yang Jinghao opened her phoenix eyes slightly and gently grasped his hand: "So that's how it is. I was wondering why your style of doing things is so different from others. You have both the exquisite martial arts of the Yihua Palace and the unrestrained spirit of a Jianghu hero." Her fingertips traced the thin calluses on his palm. "'Shi Feiyang' is a fitting name. It means arrogant, domineering, and unrestrained, just like your personality."

Qiu Shuhui looked up at him, her eyes filled with admiration: "Husband, your name is so powerful! 'Shi' can suppress mountains and rivers, and 'Feiyang' means to soar through the nine heavens!" She pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, "But... but I wonder what His Majesty will think when he finds out your true identity?"

Shi Feiyang suddenly chuckled, a bamboo stick appearing in his hand as he gently tapped the ground: "Since His Majesty is willing to give me the princess, he must be eager to have me as his daughter. Now that the world is in chaos, I should return home to cultivate my mind and character, and in the future lead the army to quell the rebellions in various places and restore peace to the world."

His gaze was firm as he looked into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, as if he could already see the battlefield where swords and spears clashed.

Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly tightened, and he gripped Qiu Shuhui's shoulders: "By the way! Where is Chenxi? She escaped from Yihua Palace with you, where did she go now?" Qiu Shuhui's eyes dimmed, and she sighed softly: "Sister Huo and I inquired about your whereabouts all the way, but the world is too vast, and the crowds are too overwhelming. That day in Luoyang, we were separated in the chaos."

She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. "Sister Huo is clever and quick-witted. She guessed that you might have gone to Jiangdu, so she planned to disguise herself as a man and go to find you. I was afraid of missing you, so I came all the way here."

Yang Jinghao put her arm around Qiu Shuhui and gently patted her back: "Don't worry, sister. My husband is all-powerful. When we get to Jiangdu, we will definitely find Sister Huo." She looked at Shi Feiyang with a firm gaze, "No matter where you are, we sisters will accompany you and find her together."

Shi Feiyang held the two women tightly in his arms, feeling their warmth and tenderness.

Outside the tent, the Vermilion Bird let out a long cry, flapping its wings through the magnificent sunset. The sea of ​​clouds surged, as if it too was moved by this deep affection.

He lowered his head and kissed each of their foreheads, whispering, "With you by my side, I could pluck the stars from the sky and give them to you. Once we find the dawn, we'll find a secluded paradise, detached from the conflicts of the martial world, and simply enjoy the tranquility of life."

Qiu Shuhui stopped crying and smiled, gently poking his chest: "You're good at making us happy. But..."

Her eyes were full of longing. "If only it could really be like that."

Yang Jinghao leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "No matter how much wind and rain lies ahead, as long as we are together, there is nothing to be afraid of."

As night deepened, Zhuque carried the tent slowly through the clouds. Inside, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the three figures leaning against each other, creating a warm and peaceful scene.

The journey through the martial world is long and the turmoil is far from over, but the tenderness and affection we share at this moment are more precious than any martial arts manual or priceless treasure.

The next morning, Shi Feiyang instructed Zhuque to return to Jiangdu.

As the Vermilion Bird swept across the sky above Jiangdu, the twilight was turning the city walls blood red.

Shi Feiyang lifted the silk curtain and looked down at the bustling street. Suddenly, Qiu Shuhui's fingers gripped his clothes tightly: "Husband, Sister Huo said that if we go to Jiangdu, we will leave a mark at the 'Yuelai Inn'."

Yang Jinghao had already drawn the soft sword from her waist, its blade reflecting a cold gleam in the rosy light: "In that case, let's go and experience the night scene of Jiangdu." The three landed quietly, and Zhuque transformed into a crimson shadow and disappeared into the clouds.

The lanterns of Yuelai Inn swayed in the wind. Shi Feiyang lifted the curtain with his bamboo stick, his gaze sweeping across the lobby like lightning. The innkeeper bowed and greeted him, but his expression changed drastically when he caught sight of the dragon jade pendant at Yang Jinghao's waist: "Sir... our inn is fully booked today..."

"Is that so?" Shi Feiyang raised his left hand, and suddenly a silkworm thread came out of his palm, wrapping around the hidden compartment behind the counter. "Then the secret letter hidden in this compartment can't be full, can it?" With a flick of his wrist, a roll of yellowed paper floated into his hand.

Qiu Shuhui rushed forward, her fingertips trembling slightly: "It's Sister Huo's handwriting! She said... she's waiting for us at the dilapidated temple in the west of the city."

The three of them then rushed to the dilapidated temple in the west of the city.

The doors of the dilapidated temple in the west of the city creaked, and moonlight shone through the collapsed roof onto the rubble.

Shi Feiyang suddenly held his bamboo stick horizontally in front of his chest, and icy blue true energy flowed along the bamboo. In the shadows of the corner, a scholar dressed in a gray cloth robe stood, his face half-hidden by a folding fan in his hand, while the jade pendant at his waist gleamed with a familiar cold light under the moonlight.

"Your Excellency's behavior of hiding your head and tail is not the way to treat a guest." Yang Jinghao's soft sword was drawn three inches from its sheath, the dragon pattern on the spine of the sword gleaming coldly.

The scholar suddenly chuckled, and as his folding fan flipped, Huo Chenxi's bright face was revealed, except for a hideous scar on her left cheek: "If not for this, how can we test your sincerity?" Qiu Shuhui screamed and rushed forward, but stopped abruptly when she touched the other's sleeve.

The aura surrounding Huo Chenxi was icy and chilling, clearly indicating that she had been struck by the "Ice Soul Silver Needle." Shi Feiyang's Heavenly Silkworm Silk had already wrapped around her wrist, and the moment his true energy probed into her meridians, his expression changed drastically: "Who did this?"

"It's... Yuwen Chengdu. Palace Mistress Yaoyue is here too, but she just left Jiangdu and is searching everywhere for you." Huo Chenxi spoke with difficulty, black blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. "Yuwen Chengdu learned that I was from Yihua Palace, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, a deafening gong suddenly rang out outside the dilapidated temple. Shi Feiyang picked her up and leaped onto the roof. There, he saw hundreds of men in black holding torches, surrounding the temple completely. Yuwen Chengdu's gilded halberd gleamed a bloodthirsty red in the firelight.

"Young master, how have you been!" Yuwen Chengdu's laughter shook the roof tiles, causing them to fall. "You've been hiding with three beauties all this time, why not just hand over the 'Ten Thousand Poisons Return to One' manual!" Shi Feiyang gently placed Huo Chenxi in Yang Jinghao's arms, twirling the bamboo stick in his palm. "Want the manual? Ask this bamboo stick if it'll agree first!"

He raised his left hand, and the silkworm silk that emerged from his palm resembled a silver dragon emerging from the sea, instantly entangling the three men in black. Shi Feiyang used his right hand to execute the "Stick to Pick Up the Mangy Dog" technique, striking the three men's pressure points with his bamboo stick, sending them flying backward like kites with broken strings.

Yuwen Chengdu roared and swung his halberd, and wherever the wind from the halberd passed, the brick wall collapsed with a crash.

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor avoided; the silkworm silk in his palm suddenly transformed into a vortex, drawing in all the immense power.

"Transplanting flowers and replacing jade?" Yuwen Chengdu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he cried out in alarm as his weapon uncontrollably slashed towards himself. At the critical moment, he forcefully reversed the momentum of his halberd, and the tail of the halberd swept across Shi Feiyang's lower body.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes and used the "Illusionary Demon Step" to circle around behind him like a ghost, striking him heavily in the back with his bamboo stick: "Try 'beating a dog when it falls into the water'!" In the midst of the fierce battle, Huo Chenxi suddenly struggled to get up from Yang Jinghao's arms.

A wisp of icy blue true energy condensed at her fingertips; she was forcibly circulating the Bright Jade Technique: "Husband, be careful! His weapon is tempered..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuwen Chengdu's hidden weapon had already pierced through the air.

Qiu Shuhui screamed and rushed forward, her soft sword dancing like a sword curtain, but the poison on the hidden weapon made her hands go numb.

Shi Feiyang's eyes widened in fury, and his inner energy surged wildly. Suddenly, the bricks and tiles of the entire dilapidated temple floated up, and the silkworm silk that emerged from his left palm transformed into thousands of silver threads, weaving a massive net in the air: "Today, no one will leave alive!"

With a shout, silver threads rained down on the enemy, and amidst screams, blood stained the moonlight on the ground.

Seeing the situation was dire, Yuwen Chengdu turned his horse and fled. Shi Feiyang was about to give chase when Huo Chenxi grabbed his sleeve. Her face was ashen, but a smile played on her lips: "Don't chase after me... With you all here, I'm content..."

Shi Feiyang held her tightly in his arms and continuously poured his true energy into Huo Chenxi, stopping her life from slipping away.

"Do you still remember the plum blossoms at Yihua Palace?" Huo Chenxi's voice grew softer and softer. "That winter, you secretly broke off a branch for me..."

Shi Feiyang burst into tears, burying his face in her hair: "I'll take you home, and I'll definitely be able to cure you..."

As night deepened, the long cry of the Vermilion Bird echoed across Jiangdu. Shi Feiyang, carrying the unconscious Huo Chenxi, leaped onto the bird's back, while Yang Jinghao and Qiu Shuhui held his hands tightly. The sea of ​​clouds surged, as if lamenting this deep affection.

With the secret manual "The Return of All Poisons" and countless miraculous elixirs hidden in a mysterious deerskin pouch at his waist, reviving Huo Chenxi would not be difficult. Meanwhile, the auspicious beast Vermilion Bird carried the reunited Shi Feiyang and his wife, flying even higher and more joyfully.

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Dust billowed up on the official road outside Jinyang City. Shi Feiyang, chewing on half a piece of dried beef jerky and tapping the saddle with a bamboo stick, was telling Yang Jinghao, Qiu Shuhui, and Huo Chenxi interesting stories about the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats behind him. Turning around, he saw a fast horse galloping towards him like an arrow. The rider wore a black iron helmet and chainmail, and the sword at his waist gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Second Young Master!" The man pulled on the reins, and the dust kicked up by the horse's hooves flew up and covered his head and face.

The visitor was none other than Liu Wenjing, the magistrate of Jinyang. He looked at Shi Feiyang with a mixture of surprise and worry in his eyes. "Since you went hunting in the mountains several months ago and have not returned, I have been ordered by your father to search all over the mountains and forests around Taiyuan. I never expected that you would go to Jiangdu!"

Shi Feiyang was secretly startled, but he calmly dusted himself off and said with a grin, "Brother Liu, have you turned Taiyuan upside down? If I had known this, I should have worn a bell on me, so you wouldn't have to look for me!"

He reached out and put his arm around Yang Jinghao's waist, pulling her forward slightly. "Come, let me introduce you. This is His Majesty's most beloved princess, who will be your mistress from now on!"

Yang Jinghao blushed and gently pinched Shi Feiyang's arm, but also nodded generously in acknowledgment.

Upon seeing this, Liu Wenjing was taken aback at first, then clasped her hands in a salute: "I am Liu Wenjing, greetings to Your Highness! Congratulations to the Second Young Master on winning the heart of your beauty, such a wonderful match is truly the envy of all!"

Before he finished speaking, several more riders galloped up. Pei Ji, who was leading the group, laughed loudly and shouted, "Second Young Master, I heard that you've made a name for yourself in Jiangdu, and even married a princess. You're truly impressive!"

Changsun Shunde and Liu Hongji also gathered around, praising him enthusiastically.

"Young Master Li, what a skillful man!" Changsun Shunde patted Shi Feiyang on the shoulder. "In this world, who else but you could marry the current princess?" Liu Hongji winked and said, "Second Young Master, tell me quickly, how did you win the princess's heart? Did you use some secret technique?" Shi Feiyang shook the bamboo stick in his hand, deliberately putting on a mysterious air: "This is my closely guarded secret! But for the sake of my brothers..."

He suddenly pulled a small wine flask from his deerskin bag. "Drink this wine first, and then I'll tell you all about it!"

The crowd laughed and took the wine jug, drinking it down one sip after another.

Looking at the enthusiastic faces before him, Shi Feiyang secretly pondered: It seems that Li Shimin has extensive connections in Taiyuan. How long can his false identity last? But now he was caught in a dilemma and could only take it one step at a time.

Although Qiu Shuhui and Huo Chenxi were neglected, it didn't matter much, because they were originally maids of Yihua Palace. Now that they could become concubines of the famous Li Shimin, it was like a chicken turning into a phoenix.

Seeing Shi Feiyang's thoughtful expression, Yang Jinghao gently took his hand.

Shi Feiyang turned to look at her and saw the trust and support in her eyes, which immediately put his mind at ease. He gripped Yang Jinghao's hand and smiled at everyone, "Let's go! Today we're going back to Jinyang, and we won't leave until we're drunk!"

The group marched in a grand procession toward Jinyang City, the afterglow of the setting sun casting long shadows upon them.

No one noticed that on the hill behind them, a pair of eyes were coldly watching everything, the dagger in the hand gleaming with a chilling light in the sunlight... In the bronze animal-head incense burner of Jinyang Palace, the fragrance of ambergris rose in wisps, condensing into a fine mist on Li Yuan's frost-covered eyebrows.

Shi Feiyang knelt on one knee, leaning his bamboo stick against the blue brick floor. Looking at the golden imperial edict of Emperor Yang of Sui on the table, he sighed inwardly, "The Yang family's schemes are more exciting than the storytelling in Jiangdu."

"Second Brother," Li Yuan's aged voice seemed to be filled with iron dust, "the rebel army rose up in Taiyuan, and Zhen Zhai'er gathered 100,000 men, capturing three cities in succession. Since you learned military strategy in Jiangdu..."

"Father!" Shi Feiyang suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming. "Why don't I lead three thousand Xuanjia soldiers and put on a 'Quiet City Stratagem' for these rebel troops!"

Pei Ji stroked his goatee and chuckled: "Second Young Master is joking again. That Zhen Zhai is incredibly brave; how could he possibly defeat the enemy with a theatrical performance?"

Shi Feiyang pulled out a kite covered in ghost faces, and grinned slyly: "Does Lord Pei know that if you tie firecrackers to this kite, it becomes 'Flying Thunder'; and if you tie chili powder to it, it becomes 'Spicy Sky'!" He suddenly leaned close to Li Yuan and lowered his voice, "Back in Jiangdu, I used half a piece of osmanthus cake to completely fool the spies from Wagang Village!"

Li Yuan laughed and nodded.

Three days later, the banks of the Fen River were shrouded in smoke.

Shi Feiyang was clad in black iron armor, yet the deerskin bag still hung at his waist, and a tattered flag bearing the words "Those who surrender will be rewarded with wine" spun on a bamboo stick. On the opposite hilltop, Zhen Zhai'er's Yellow Turban army surged like ants, their war drums shaking the river to its core.

"Release!" With Shi Feiyang's strange cry, three hundred kites tied with sulfur soared into the sky, instantly turning the night sky into a sea of ​​fire. "This is lightning from the heavens!" The Yellow Turban army was thrown into chaos.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang used the "Illusionary Demon Step" and pointed his bamboo stick at the "Disruptive Dog Den," specifically targeting the hind legs of the enemy general's mount. The silkworm silk he spat out from his left palm transformed into a silver net and was scattered into the enemy formation, causing those who touched the net to scream and spit blood from their seven orifices.

Both Qiu Shuhui and Yang Jinghao were great beauties. Their long swords moved like dragons, and wherever their sword energy reached, the Yellow Turban soldiers fell to the ground.

When the good news reached Jinyang Palace, Li Yuan's fingers trembled slightly as he stroked the secret edict.

Pei Ji poured a full glass of fine wine, his eyes filled with admiration: "Second Young Master's victory was even more brilliant than Han Xin's desperate battle with his back to the river!"

Along the banks of the Fen River, autumn frost turns the withered grass into a somber, silvery-white hue.

Shi Feiyang, wearing a gold crown that tied his hair at an angle and carrying half a roast chicken on a bamboo stick, swayed in front of the formation.

On the opposite side, Zhen Zhai'er's camp banners fluttered, and the sound of clappers came from the three-zhang-high watchtower. Twelve black-clad swordsmen stepped onto a floating bridge made of crossbows and came flying through the air. The cold light of their swords condensed into ice shards in mid-air.

"Whoa! Is this a group coming to eat roast chicken?" Shi Feiyang burped, and suddenly, silkworm silk shot out from his palm, weaving into a Bagua diagram in the air. The leading swordsman sneered, his longsword flashing with nine sword flowers: "Li Shimin, taste my Xuanming Sect's 'Nine Heavens of Ice Soul'!" Before he finished speaking, the sword's momentum vanished like a mud ox entering the sea, and the twelve men, along with their weapons, were pulled about by an invisible suction force.

"Wrong, wrong!" Shi Feiyang tapped the ground with his bamboo stick, using the "luring the dogs into the village" technique to throw everyone towards his own camp. "You should go apply for jobs at the roast chicken shop next door. This acrobatic skill is guaranteed to attract business!"

Screams erupted from the ranks as unfortunate souls crashed into the antler-covered barricades, their blood splattering and staining the icicles red.

Zhen Zhai'er smashed a teacup in anger in the central command tent, then turned to the gray-robed old man beside her and said, "Mr. Qianji, Li Er is a slippery fellow, what should we do?" The old man stroked his beard and sneered, then took out a copper cicada-shaped mechanism from his sleeve: "Tonight at midnight, let him taste the 'golden cicada shedding its shell' and 'crossing the Chencang pass in secret'!"

That night, Shi Feiyang was listening to music with Yang Jinghao and Qiu Shuhui in his tent when suddenly the sound of battle cries shook the outside of the camp. A scout reported that Zhen Zhai'er had personally led 30,000 troops to raid the camp, but he calmly took out a small bronze mirror: "Perfect timing! I was just worried about having no one to play 'hide-and-seek' with!" With that, he spat out silkworm silk from his left palm, wrapped it around the waists of the three beauties, and disappeared without a trace using the "Illusionary Demon Step."

In reality, Zhen Zhai'er was using a feint; the true elite troops had already disguised themselves as refugees and infiltrated the supply camp. As the flames soared into the sky, Mr. Qianji triumphantly flicked out a soft whip from his sleeve, the barbs at the tip of which could absorb internal energy: "Li Shimin, hand over 'The Return of Ten Thousand Poisons,' and I'll spare your life!"

"Hey! Can this whip be used as a straw?" Shi Feiyang suddenly emerged from behind the grain stack, his bamboo stick creating countless green shadows as he danced around.

"Kick the dog when it's drowning!" With a sharp shout, the soft whip was sent flying backward. Mr. Qianji couldn't dodge in time and was pierced through the throat by his own weapon. Amidst the gushing blood, Shi Feiyang didn't forget to take out a handkerchief and wipe the bamboo stick: "Alright, saves me money on cleaning supplies!"

Enraged, Zhen Zhai'er unleashed her trump card, "Ambush from Ten Sides".

The army of 100,000 surrounded Shi Feiyang's troops in the valley, and rolling logs and rocks poured down like a torrential rain.

Shi Feiyang winked at the cliff face and said, "Heroes, are you planning to do a 'bungee jumping' group purchase?" Suddenly, he used "Heavenly Silkworm Binding Dragon," and thousands of silver threads wrapped around the mountain, pulling down the huge rocks of the entire mountain peak.

"Turning the tables!" Shi Feiyang laughed and waved his bamboo stick. "Let you taste the 'deluxe landslide package'!" The roar resounded through the sky, and Zhen Zhai'er's army suffered countless casualties. Some soldiers were hit by boulders and were even embedded in the rock wall. The scene was extremely bloody.

At the critical moment, "Blood Blade Ancestor" under Zhen Zhai'er's command suddenly appeared.

This man's Blood Blade has drunk the blood of a thousand people; its blade is crimson and writhes like a living thing.

"You brat, prepare to die!" The Blood Blade Ancestor's swordsmanship was unpredictable and strange, turning everything in its path into dust.

Shi Feiyang pulled out a suona and began to play it at the blade: "Come, come, play a piece of 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' for me!" The silkworm silk that he spat out from his left palm turned into sound waves along with the sound of the suona, which actually neutralized the attacks of the blood blade one by one.

"You're looking down on me!" The bamboo stick suddenly shot out like a venomous snake, striking the Blood Saber Ancestor's Tanzhong acupoint. The old man screamed and flew backward, the Blood Saber severing his own foot as it landed.

"Is that all?" Shi Feiyang shouted at the dumbfounded enemy soldiers, waving his blood-stained bamboo stick. "Anyone else who can do acrobatics? I have some money to spare!"

Looking at the handsome figure in the formation and then at the broken limbs scattered on the ground, Zhen Zhai'er finally understood what kind of nemesis she had encountered.

The night wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept across the battlefield. He silently ordered a retreat, unaware that Shi Feiyang had already laid a trap for him on his return journey, waiting for him to walk right into the snare.

The crescent moon, like a hook, stained the banners of Zhen Zhai'er's remaining troops a dark red.

When they reached the banks of the Qinshui River, his lieutenant grabbed his blood-stained cloak: "General! Li Er's 'Chasing Wind Cavalry' has caught up to within ten miles!"

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of a suona horn suddenly came from the woods. Shi Feiyang leaned against the bamboo raft, a red lantern dangling from a bamboo stick: "General Zhen, are you going for a night cruise on the river? I've prepared a 'deluxe package' for you!"

Suddenly, a hundred leather bags surfaced on the river. Emerging from these bags, the "Water Ghost Camp" wielded poisoned hooks and sickles, unleashing the lost "Nine Forms of the Evil Dragon." Shi Feiyang yawned, raised his left hand, and a silkworm silkworm thread from his palm transformed into a fishing net, which he cast out: "Playing water acrobatics? You should have said so earlier!" Wherever the silver thread passed, the water ghosts screamed and flew backward onto the shore, black blood seeping from their seven orifices, looking just like squid that had been caught.

"Use the 'Fire Ox Formation'!" Zhen Zhai'er shouted, her eyes red as she flung out the command flag.

Three hundred strong oxen, clad in iron armor, with sharp blades strapped to their horns and torches tied to their tails, surged toward the riverbank like a torrent.

Shi Feiyang pulled out a leather bag and waved it at the herd of cattle: "Come on! Try the secret Western Region recipe 'Popping Candy'!"

What spilled out of the bag was not candy, but croton powder mixed with chili powder.

After inhaling the fire, the bulls went berserk and charged towards Zhen Zhai'er's main force, causing screams of agony to rise and fall.

"Mr. Dugu! Quickly use the 'Zhuge Repeating Crossbow'!" Zhen Zhai'er grabbed the sleeve of the old man beside her. The gray-robed old man grinned and pressed the trigger. In the instant that thousands of arrows were fired, Shi Feiyang stepped on a "skateboard" woven from silkworm silk and soared into the air. He swung his bamboo stick in a "puppy playing with a ball" style and actually deflected all the arrows into the sky.

When the rain of arrows fell, it became a death knell for the enemy.

"Report—!" The scout, covered in blood, rushed in. "A 'Bagua Bewildering Array' has been discovered in the rear; our retreat is cut off!"

Looking at Shi Feiyang's handsome smiling face, Zhen Zhai'er suddenly remembered Master Dugu's brocade pouch. He gritted his teeth and tore open the yellow paper, only to see it read: "Fight poison with poison, use the 'Five Poisons Sect Three Corpse Gu'!"

As night deepened, Lan Weiyi, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, appeared. The ground beneath her bare feet instantly swarmed with centipedes, and the "corpse miasma" she flicked from her sleeves turned everything in its path to withered bones.

"Li Shimin, taste the 'Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts' that I taught you!" Lan Weiyi laughed as thousands of Gu worms transformed into black mist and rushed towards them.

Shi Feiyang pulled out a package of oil paper, tore it open, and found it contained Yangzhou stinky tofu: "Compared to this, your toxic fog is simply refreshing!"

The stench mixed with the miasma of corpses caused the Gu worms to fall to the ground and convulse.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang used the "luring the dogs into the stronghold" technique, and the force of the bamboo stick swept Lan Weiyi into the formation. The silkworm silk that he spat out from his left palm wrapped around her major acupoints like a serpent. In the instant that his internal energy was reversed, Lan Weiyi spat blood from her seven orifices and died a gruesome death.

"Who else?" Shi Feiyang licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and used his bamboo stick to lift Zhen Zhai'er's helmet. "I heard you have a 'Bloody Hand Asura' who hasn't appeared yet?" Before he finished speaking, a black shadow broke through the air. This person's hands were as red as blood, and the wind from his palms created a vacuum vortex.

"Blood River Palm, Ninth Level!" Shura roared as he unleashed the attack, instantly cracking the ground.

Shi Feiyang pulled out a small bronze mirror: "Take a look at your appearance first—you look like you've just been pulled out of a dye vat!" The silkworm silk that he spat out from his left palm suddenly transformed into thousands of threads, weaving a huge Bagua diagram in the air.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed a move called "Striking Two Hounds!" The bamboo stick struck the Shura's elbow heavily, causing Blood Hand's attack to go out of control and instead shattering his own left arm.

Looking at the severed limbs scattered on the ground, Zhen Zhai'er suddenly drew her sword and held it to her neck: "Shi Feiyang! If you dare to hurt my brother, I will immediately..."

"Don't mind me!" Shi Feiyang tossed out a silk scarf and wrapped it around his wrist. "Wouldn't it be better if you kept your life so I could be your tour guide? I haven't been to your mountain stronghold yet!" At the break of dawn, Shi Feiyang stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground, hoisted a bamboo stick onto his shoulder, and said, "This battle was really tiring. I should find a place to take a petal bath!" He turned and winked at Yang Jinghao.

Yang Jing chuckled and tossed a towel over: "I knew you were going to be silly again!" In the distance, Zhen Zhai'er gazed at that handsome figure and finally understood that probably no one in the world could stop "Li Shimin's" footsteps.

The sunlight bathed the Taihang Mountains in an amber hue. Qiu Shuhui reined in her horse, Zhuifeng, her longsword flashing coldly in the sunlight. She gazed at Zhen Zhai'er, bound like a dumpling, her phoenix eyes filled with frost: "You used to swagger and bully others on the Fen River, why are you silent today?"

Zhen Zhai'er hung her head, silent, her hair stained with dried blood. Huo Chenxi rode back and forth, inspecting the surrendered soldiers. Her black, close-fitting clothes outlined her graceful figure, and the scar on her left cheek glowed faintly red in the sunlight: "Check the grain and supplies. If there is any concealment—"

She paused, then her fingertips condensed into icy blue true energy. "The 'Ice Soul Silver Needles' of the Yihua Palace are not blind." The thirty thousand surrendered soldiers fell silent, only Shi Feiyang emerged from the rear army, waving his bamboo stick, his fingertips weaving a flower wreath with silkworm silk. "Why are you two ladies so stern? Today is a joyous occasion!" He placed the wreath on Qiu Shuhui's head, then winked at Huo Chenxi. "To win a battle and not enjoy it would be a waste of this wonderful time."

Huo Chenxi rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

Qiu Shuhui reached out and picked a wildflower from the wreath: "You're just being silly! Father is still waiting for our good news."

Before he could finish speaking, a scout suddenly galloped over: "Reporting to the Second Young Master! A secret passage has been discovered in the mountain stronghold, containing 30,000 taels of gold and 100,000 shi of grain!" Shi Feiyang whistled and used a bamboo stick to lift Zhen Zhai'er's chin: "Good heavens! Are you opening a granary or a money exchange?"

Zhen Zhai'er gritted her teeth: "Li Er, kill me or torture me, it's up to you!"

"Kill you?" Shi Feiyang suddenly laughed, raising his left hand. The silkworm silk that came out of his palm untied the ropes binding him like a serpent. "What I need is laborers, not corpses!" The surrendered soldiers looked at each other, wondering what tricks this handsome young master was going to play this time.

Shi Feiyang leaped onto the high platform, tapping the wooden box filled with gold with his bamboo stick: "Listen up, everyone! Those who wish to stay will be incorporated into the 'Flying Tiger Camp' and live a life of luxury; those who wish to leave will each receive ten taels of silver for travel expenses!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. "But there's one rule—if anyone dares to play any tricks, my Heavenly Silkworm Silk can shred their internal organs!"

Before he finished speaking, three burly men suddenly rushed out from the crowd, their short knives aimed straight at Shi Feiyang's face.

Qiu Shuhui exclaimed in surprise as Huo Chenxi threw out the Ice Soul Silver Needle.

Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, wielding his bamboo stick in a "dog-to-the-sky" motion, sending the three flying backwards. As he raised his left hand, the silkworm silk that emerged from his palm wrapped around their throats: "Want to try the taste of 'interlocking teeth'?"

The three were terrified and immediately knelt down to beg for mercy.

Shi Feiyang tossed them a bag of silver and said, "Get lost! Remember, don't let me see you again." Watching the three men flee in terror, Huo Chenxi couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you kill them to establish your authority?"

Shi Feiyang shook the bamboo stick: "Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Besides—"

He winked at the surrendered soldiers, "A scared rabbit is more useful than a dead rabbit."

As dusk settled over Jinyang, the caravan reached the city gate. Li Yuan stood atop the city wall, gazing at the mountain of grain and supplies, his white beard trembling with laughter: "Second Prince is truly a steed of the Li family!"

Shi Feiyang dismounted and deliberately stumbled into his father's arms: "Father, I'm so glad to see you! I've suffered a lot outside!" Li Yuan patted his back and laughed: "Stop pretending! Do you think I don't know what you're up to?" He turned to look at Yang Jinghao, his eyes full of approval, "It's truly a blessing for the Li family that the princess is willing to marry my son."

Yang Jinghao bowed gracefully and said, "Father-in-law, you flatter me. My husband is both wise and brave. It is my good fortune to marry him."

That evening, Jinyang Palace was brightly decorated. Shi Feiyang, with his three beautiful concubines in his arms, watched the lively banquet and suddenly lowered his voice: "Tomorrow I'm going to Wagang Village." Qiu Shuhui paused, her wine cup still in her hand: "Trying to cause trouble again?"

Shi Feiyang chuckled, silken threads forming in his sleeve: "It's not about causing trouble, it's about 'borrowing' something—like Shan Xiongxin's Zaoyang Spear." Huo Chenxi put down her wine glass, icy blue true energy flowing between her fingertips: "Do you need our cooperation?"

Shi Feiyang shook his head, twirling the bamboo stick in his palm: "You all just stay here and be as beautiful as flowers. I'll come back and tell you jokes."

He suddenly leaned close to Yang Jinghao's ear and said, "But if you miss me, just send someone to release a Kongming lantern, and I will definitely come to see you riding on the Vermilion Bird."

Yang Jinghao blushed and gently pushed him away: "You're always being cheeky!"

"Hahaha!" The crowd roared with laughter at the sight. Li Yuan raised his wine cup: "Second Brother, I toast you! May you one day pacify the world and leave your mark on history!" Shi Feiyang rose to return the toast, his gaze sweeping across the starry sky outside the window, a sly smile playing on his lips—this world is only just beginning to stir. Heh heh, this time the outfit isn't bad at all; I never thought I'd be emperor again!
That night, Qiu Shuhui and Huo Chenxi leaned against the window, watching Shi Feiyang's figure disappear into the moonlight.

“He’s always being so silly,” Huo Chenxi said softly, her eyes full of laughter. Qiu Shuhui nodded, her fingertips tracing the jade pendant at her waist: “But only in this way is he the husband we deeply love.”

Outside Jinyang City, Shi Feiyang used the "Illusionary Demon Step" to circle among the mountains, his bamboo stick picking up a fallen leaf: "Shan Xiongxin, I'm here! This time, I won't let you get away so easily."

Moonlight shone on his handsome face, and the silken threads behind him coalesced into a silver cloak, making him appear like a war god in the night. (End of Chapter)