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

Deep within the dungeon, a dark green miasma billowed, and the black iron cage gleamed with a bluish-black light under the flickering torches. Shi Feiyang was trapped inside, the icicles that had formed on his fair skin reflecting a chilling light, intertwining with the eerie atmosphere of the cage to create a heart-wrenching scene.

Eleven red-clad guardians wielded poisoned curved blades, the bluish venom dripping slowly from their blades, etching deep, sizzling pits into the ground. "Shi Feiyang, this Xuan Iron cage is forged from meteorite iron from outer space, tempered in fire for eighty-one days. You can't escape, hehe! Just wait patiently for your death, why waste your energy struggling? Hehe!" Liu Qisen threatened coldly, his hand stroking the iron bars, his scarred face contorting with a savage grin, then he added smugly, "Even if the Moon Palace Master of the Yihua Palace came in person, she'd probably perish here!"

Before he could finish speaking, the guardians behind him simultaneously swung their blades, the wind from which carried a sweet-smelling poisonous mist, lunging at the cage like venomous snakes.

Shi Feiyang gripped the emerald green bamboo stick tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

He suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, the sound of which shook the rock wall and caused rocks to fall. He said disdainfully, "Liu Qi, do you think my dog-beating stick is just for show?" In an instant, the bamboo stick in his hand transformed into thousands of afterimages, and he used a move called "A Pack of Dogs Fighting for Food". The tip of the stick was like a snake emerging from its hole, accurately pointing at the gap in the iron railing.

"Clang!" The black iron collided with the bamboo stick, sparks flying, but only a faint white mark was left on the indestructible iron branch.

Seeing this, Liu Qi laughed even more triumphantly, bending over backwards with laughter, and said breathlessly, "Shi Feiyang, keep smashing! The harder you smash, the more interesting it will be to see you kneeling and begging for mercy later! You son of a bitch, you're still wet behind the ears, yet you dare to go against me! Don't you know how to spell death?"

A group of red-clad bandits with curved swords charged forward, creating a scene of carnage. Shi Feiyang stopped hurling insults at Liu Qi, activated his Mingyu Gong, and his glassy skin shimmered with icy blue patterns. He used the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill to redirect the enemy's attacks towards the cage wall.

Amidst the clanging sounds, the black iron cage trembled slightly, and fine cracks seeped out from several joints.

Just then, a sinister bell tolled from the depths of the dungeon. Shi Feiyang felt the true energy within his dantian surge like boiling magma, running rampant and out of control. His pupils contracted sharply, a chill ran through his body, and his smooth skin began to turn almost transparent.

At this moment, all the power within him awakened in his meridians, like a primordial beast that had slumbered for a thousand years being awakened—it was the "Sacred Heart Technique," a divine skill he had successfully cultivated at the end of the Ming Dynasty! He raised his head and sneered, "You dog, how could you possibly trap me, Shi? Humph!"

His "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was activated instantly, and his eyes emitted a chilling light that was captivating.

The red-robed protector, who was close to the cage, met his gaze and instantly trembled violently, letting out a horrific scream.

Their skin frosted over at a visible speed, and their bones cracked and splintered in the cold air. In an instant, they turned into ice shards all over the ground, scattering tiny ice crystals everywhere.

"What...what kind of evil technique is this!" Liu Qi asked in horror, trembling as he backed away, knocking over the bronze candlestick behind him.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and his body's chilling aura surged toward the cracks in the cage like a tide. He then shouted, "Break!" The "Breaking the Universe" technique of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, carrying a world-destroying icy aura, slashed out. Wherever the palm wind reached, the air emitted a piercing shriek.

The thick iron branches, as thick as bowls, were no match for this terrifying power and shattered one after another. The flying iron fragments scattered like a torrential rain, and several guardians were unable to dodge in time, their bodies pierced through, and blood blossomed in the cold mist, instantly freezing into dark red ice flowers.

The black iron cage groaned under its own weight and collapsed with a loud crash, sending countless iron rods falling like meteors.

Shi Feiyang used his unparalleled "Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles" lightness skill, his figure moving like a ghost through the flying iron rain.

His glassy skin emitted a faint blue light in the darkness, and wherever he passed, the mist condensed into ice, leaving a string of crystal footprints on the ground.

Seeing that things were not going well, Liu Qi turned around and fled into the depths of the dungeon, knocking over several pottery jars filled with poison in his panic.

"You scoundrel! Where do you think you're going!" Shi Feiyang roared, his eyes flashing with cold light. The emerald green bamboo stick flew out of his hand and shot towards Liu Qi like an arrow.

Liu Qi was stabbed in the back, screamed in pain, and fell to the ground, struggling to get up.

Shi Feiyang had already swung through the air and stepped on Liu Qi's back, shouting angrily, "Speak! Where is Yang Yu?" He held a bamboo stick against Liu Qi's throat, and the coldness emanating from his fair skin frosted the surrounding air.

Blood trickled from the corner of Liu Qi's mouth, yet he still grinned maliciously, "Want to know? In your next life!"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong, and the cold air from his fingertips flowed into Liu Qi's body through the bamboo stick.

Liu Qi's face turned blue from the cold, his teeth chattered, and he stammered, "I...I said! Yang Yu has been sent...on the way to Chang'an..." Before he could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang grabbed him by the collar, and in a flash, disappeared into the depths of the dungeon.

At this moment, in the Yang residence in Luoyang, Yang Yu was locked on the cold jade bed, gazing at the bright moon outside the window, silently praying, "Shi Lang, when will you come..."

Her tears, filled with endless longing and boundless sorrow, streamed down her face like a spring rain.

The following day, Luoyang was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and the joyous sounds of Princess Xianyi's wedding made the bluestone slabs of Zhuque Street tremble slightly.

Yang Xuanjiao, dressed in a scarlet official robe, stroked his meticulously groomed goatee. Beside him, Yang Yu wore a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her face veiled by a light gauze, yet her slender figure remained undeniable. She gazed at the red silk ribbons flitting about the street, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the tattered bamboo knot hidden in her sleeve—the last memento Shi Feiyang had left her. Inside the palace, golden goblets and jade cups reflected the candlelight, like stars fallen to earth.

Princess Xianyi, adorned in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, was performing the nuptial ceremony with her husband.

Suddenly, the music stopped abruptly. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the luminous cup in Prince Shou's hand clatter to the ground, spilling amber wine onto the gold-woven carpet presented as tribute from Persia. The handsome prince stared intently at Yang Yu outside the hall, his Adam's apple bobbing as he murmured, "This woman…this woman is truly a celestial being descended to earth!" Consort Wu Hui followed her son's gaze, her eyes instantly brightening like a hawk's. She gently tugged at Emperor Xuanzong's sleeve, who was disguised as an ordinary official observing the ceremony, and a clear, melodious sound rang out: "Your Majesty, this woman and Prince Shou are a match made in heaven."

Emperor Xuanzong stroked his beard and smiled, the golden dragon on his dragon robe swaying slightly with the movement. He replied in a low voice, "Since that's the case, I will issue an edict—to confer upon Yang Yu the title of Princess of Shou!" After the wedding, the imperial edict was delivered to the Yang residence by a eunuch.

Yang Xuanjiao knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the blue bricks heavily. His voice trembled with undisguised joy as he said, "Your humble servant thanks Your Majesty for your great favor!"

Yang Yu, bound in chains, was struck dumb. Her lips, hidden beneath her veil, were bitten until they bled, and tears streamed down her face, staining the veil darkly. But she could no longer change her fate.

The bridal sedan chair journey from Luoyang to Chang'an took seven days. Outside the red silk curtains, Yang Yu gazed at her receding homeland, burying her face in her wedding dress and weeping silently. Suddenly, the curtains were gently lifted, and Li Heng, holding a white jade hairpin, spoke softly with a gentle voice full of tenderness: "Yu Huan, do not be afraid. From now on… I will protect you and ensure your lifelong happiness."

That evening, in the Prince Shou's mansion in Chang'an, the coral tree shimmered softly in the moonlight.

Yang Yu faced the bronze mirror and allowed the palace maids to put a phoenix crown on her head.

Li Heng personally inserted the white jade hairpin into her hair. His fingertips were slightly warm when they brushed against her ear. He said softly, "This is mutton fat jade, a tribute from the Western Regions. Although the carving is not as good as your embroidery, it still makes you look like a fairy."

Looking at her unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, Yang Yu suddenly remembered how Shi Feiyang always used a bamboo stick to pick at her hairpins, saying he wanted to "steal a fairy to take home," and tears streamed down her face again. Days passed, and Li Heng piled up all the lychees from Jiangnan and fox furs from the north in her room.

When he clumsily tied the mandarin duck sachet he had embroidered with his own hands onto Yang Yu, Yang Yu finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The crabapple blossoms outside the window fluttered down, landing on Li Heng's flustered and averted eyes, and also on Yang Yu's gradually relaxing brows.

But whenever the night is deep and quiet, she would touch the bamboo joint under her pillow and think of those glass-like eyes in the moonlight—she wondered if he, trapped somewhere, still remembered the bright moon over Luoyang.

In the late spring of Chang'an, willow catkins drifted in the air. Shi Feiyang, gripping Liu Qi's neck like a chick, swept across the long street. His fair skin gleamed coldly in the twilight, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force of his grip. As the vermilion gates of the Prince Shou's mansion came into view, he heard Liu Qi let out a strange, gurgling laugh: "Shi Feiyang, your little wife... has long since transformed into a golden branch and jade leaf!"

"Shut up!" Shi Feiyang roared, angrily throwing Liu Qi away. With a crisp "crack!", Liu Qi's body crashed into the stone lion like a kite with a broken string, his brains mixed with willow catkins, splattering onto the white marble steps.

The sounds of silk and bamboo instruments filled the Prince's mansion. Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, used his unparalleled lightness skill "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles" to fly over the high wall, but stood frozen like a stone at the corner of the corridor.

Before the carved window, Li Heng was personally adorning Yang Yu with flowers. His gentle voice drifted on the breeze as he affectionately said to Yang Yu, "Yu Huan, these twin lotus blossoms are most fitting for you." Moonlight shone on Yang Yu's newly made wedding robe, and her lowered head and gentle smile were more radiant than ever before in his memory.

Suddenly, fine cracks appeared on Shi Feiyang's smooth skin, and the bamboo stick in his hand snapped with a "crack." He staggered back two steps, a metallic taste rising in his throat. How long ago was it that he had used this very bamboo stick to brush petals from her shoulders, but now only a mess remained.

The night wind whipped at his clothes, making him look like a lone goose with a broken wing. When Li Heng's laughter rang out again, Shi Feiyang suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound so loud it made the copper bells on the eaves ring. But the laughter turned into a sob at the end, startling the crows that had been roosting in the courtyard.

That night, a madman appeared in Chang'an's taverns. Shi Feiyang, clutching a wine jar, staggered onto Zhuque Street, his crystal eyes reflecting the myriad lights of the city. He would suddenly burst into tears, then burst into song, clapping his hands in celebration: "A beauty like a flower, separated by clouds! Separated by clouds—"

His singing startled passersby, who quickly gave way, but attracted a wild young man dressed in white, as white as snow. "What a beautiful woman, like a flower beyond the clouds!" the man exclaimed, lightly tapping his folding fan on Shi Fei's shoulder, and said, "Brother, since you have such heroic spirit, why not drink three hundred cups with me?"

Shi Feiyang turned his head and saw that the person who came had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a half-scroll of "The Road to Shu is Hard" was tied to his wine gourd at his waist. It was none other than the famous poet Li Bai.

The two sat on the ground. Shi Feiyang tossed aside the wine jar, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, and teased, "Brother Li, if you can compose a hundred poems on the spot, I will use the 'Hundred Victories Knife Technique' to entertain you!" Li Bai tilted his head back and drank heavily. In his drunken state, he wielded his brush and splashed ink. The wild cursive script of "Bring in the Wine" looked like a dragon soaring into the sky under the moonlight.

Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, and activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison". His glassy skin turned blue, and the afterimage of the bamboo stick and the light of the sword intertwined to form snow, which actually turned the willow catkins in the sky into dust.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" Li Bai clapped his hands and laughed loudly. "Brother, your martial arts are as high as those of the Sword Immortal Pei Min. If I could learn even a fraction of it, what would I have to fear from the villains in the court?" Shi Feiyang, however, put away his smile, stared at the gold-inlaid knife at his friend's waist, and said seriously, "Brother Li, your poetic courage is boundless. Have you made any enemies recently?"

Before he could finish speaking, the roof tiles suddenly rattled.

Twelve men in black surrounded the two in the shape of the Big Dipper, with the leader, an old man, having the totem of the Disaster Relief Gang engraved on his iron fan.

"Li Bai! How dare you subtly criticize the Princess in 'Qing Ping Diao'!" Liu Chan roared, his iron fan cleaving through the night. He then shouted, "Today, we are ordered to take your head!" Shi Feiyang shielded Li Bai behind him, his smooth skin instantly covered in icy patterns. He said with concern, "Brother Li, go first! After I deal with these mad dogs, we'll go to Zui Xian Lou and drink three hundred cups of wine!"

He lightly tapped the ground with his bamboo stick, using a move called "luring the dogs into the stronghold." The internal force of Mingyu Gong transformed into a vortex of suction, pulling the three assassins into a chaotic mass.

Upon seeing this, Liu Chan unfolded his iron fan, and amidst the billowing poisonous smoke, the twelve formed the "Sunflower Bewitching Array."

"It's those scoundrels from the Disaster Relief Gang and the Sunflower Sect again! Good riddance! Saves me the trouble of going to settle scores with you scoundrels!" Shi Feiyang roared, unleashing the "Breaking the Universe" technique of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique with both palms. The sharp blade energy, carrying a chilling aura, swept across, the poisonous smoke condensed into ice shards, and the array's core exploded with a bang.

Liu Chan was terrified. He hastily used his iron fan to strike Shi Feiyang's vital points, but Shi Feiyang used his "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade" divine skill to deflect all the attacks, and the fan ribs actually pierced his own shoulder. The remaining assassins, their eyes bloodshot, attacked with curved blades like raindrops.

Shi Feiyang let out a long howl, his Mingyu Gong circulated at high speed, and his glassy skin became almost transparent. He unleashed the "No Dogs Under Heaven" move of the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, his bamboo stick transforming into countless afterimages, leaving blood and flesh flying wherever it went. Liu Chan tried to escape, but was pulled back by Shi Feiyang's vortex suction. Immediately afterward, Shi Feiyang gripped the green bamboo stick and used the "Desperate Dog Jumps Over the Wall" move, aiming straight for Liu Chan's throat.

A flash of blood, and Liu Chan fell backward, dying a gruesome death in the street!

The morning bell in Chang'an startled the thin mist.

Shi Feiyang stared at the broken bamboo stick in his hand, the cracks on his smooth skin slowly healing. In the distance came the strains of Li Bai's poem "Ode to a Knight-Errant," and a bitter smile appeared on Shi Feiyang's lips as he murmured to himself, "Beauties are like illusions, poetry and wine like dreams… This martial world is even colder than the icy prison of the underworld."

The lingering snow in Chang'an had not yet melted. Shi Feiyang leaned against the carved window frame of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, his fair skin reflecting the wine flags fluttering outside. Li Bai, tipsy, pushed the inkstone towards him, ink splattering onto his moon-white robe, and swayed his head, saying, "Brother Shi, please look at my newly composed 'Remembering Qin'e'—"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang suddenly sprang up, using a bamboo stick to lift the wine pot on the table. The amber-colored wine drew an arc in the air, knocking down all the poisoned needles that were shot from outside the window.

"Are the old dogs of the Disaster Relief Gang still alive?" Shi Feiyang sneered, his glassy eyes sweeping over the dark shadows on the opposite rooftop.

He pressed Li Bai under the table and used a move from the "Poke" technique, "Shu Dog Barks at the Sun," with the tip of the stick piercing straight at the copper bell on the eaves.

With a crisp "clang," seven men in black sprang from between the roof tiles. The leader, wielding a serrated knife with nine skulls pierced through its back, was none other than Liu Ran, Liu Chan's junior brother. "Shi Feiyang, do you think you can escape Chang'an? Hmph! Prepare to die!" Liu Ran roared, his serrated knife cleaving through the wine table. Amidst the flying splinters, poisonous mist enveloped the entire floor.

Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison," and the cold air around his body transformed into a barrier, freezing the poisonous mist into ice crystals.

He grabbed Li Bai's wolf-hair brush, dipped it in ink, and unleashed a move from the "Yin" technique called "A Pack of Dogs Fighting for Food." Wherever the brush touched, the weapons in the black-clad man's hands were shattered inch by inch by the force of his internal energy.

"Impressive skill!" Li Bai seized the opportunity to get up, grabbed a wine jar and smashed it at Liu Ran, shouting angrily, "Watch my 'Wine Immortal Throwing Pot' move!"

"Hahahaha!" Shi Feiyang burst into laughter, brandishing his bamboo stick and clashing with Li Bai's wolf-hair brush. In the midst of the melee, he actually wrote Li Bai's "Bring in the Wine." The ink characters were like knives, each stroke carrying an overwhelming killing intent, forcing the assassins of the Disaster Relief Gang to retreat repeatedly.

In the heat of battle, Shi Feiyang suddenly saw a cloud of yellow sand rising from the street. His pupils contracted sharply, and he reached out to grab Li Bai, using the "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" technique to leap off the tavern—the spot where he had just stood was riddled with dozens of armor-piercing arrows, and the iron cavalry of the Imperial Guards galloped in, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

Shi Feiyang, carrying Li Bai, used his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill to fly out of Chang'an City. He put Li Bai down, took a carriage from a mysterious deerskin pouch at his waist, and pulled out a white tiger, letting it drive the carriage. He and Li Bai lay back in the carriage, snoring soundly, completely at ease. The next day, clouds of yellow dust billowed along the official road in late spring. Shi Feiyang leaned against the carriage shaft, a wine gourd dangling from a green bamboo stick.

Inside the carriage came Li Bai's drunken recitation: "A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold, call the boy to exchange them for fine wine—" Before he could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang had already snatched the wine gourd, tilted his head back and drank most of it down, teasingly saying: "Brother Li, save your energy, there are still three jars of Daughter's Red wine waiting for us at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Luoyang!"

Suddenly, a mountain breeze carried the fragrance of plum blossoms, mixed with the sharp sound of clashing weapons.

Shi Feiyang narrowed his glassy eyes and caught sight of a woman in white being attacked by dozens of men in black in a mountain hollow ahead. She wielded her long sword, creating a flurry of sword flowers, but she was no match for the overwhelming numbers of her opponents, and her skirt was already stained with blood.

The woman in white possessed a refined and ethereal beauty, with skin as white as snow, delicate and smooth. Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisitely beautiful, and beneath her slender willow-leaf brows, her bright eyes were as deep as autumn water. She had a high, straight nose and pale red lips, naturally rosy without any makeup. She wore a flawless white dress, its flowing fabric making her appear as light as a cloud.

"The Cloud and Mist Sword Technique of the Hengshan Sect? Ellie? My beloved wife?" Shi Feiyang exclaimed in a daze, tossing his wine gourd to Li Bai and saying, "Brother Li, watch a good show!" With that, he used his peerless lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," and his figure flashed into the battle like a ghost.

However, he deliberately feigned staggering, appearing to be in grave danger under the black-clad man's blade, prompting the white-clad woman to urgently cry out, "Young master, run!"

"Girl, save me!" Shi Feiyang hid behind the woman, but taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, he used a bamboo stick to lift a fallen plum blossom from her temple, revealing that this beauty was not Yili, but her appearance was still stunning. The woman was both ashamed and anxious, and her swordplay became even more chaotic.

Seeing this, the thugs from the Disaster Relief Gang grinned and surrounded her, saying mockingly, "Little lady, you can't even protect yourself, yet you want to save others?"

Shi Feiyang suddenly dropped his playful grin, and his fair skin revealed icy blue patterns. The bamboo stick in his hand moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, unleashing the "striking" technique of the "Dog-Beating Stick Method." With a move called "Sichuan Dog Barking at the Sun," the tip of the stick struck the pressure points of seven people in succession.

The person who was struck froze like an ice sculpture, their inner energy exploded, and blood gushed out from their seven orifices.

"You...you're actually a martial arts master! What school or sect do you belong to?" The woman in white took a half step back in shock, her voice trembling as she asked. Shi Feiyang grinned, using his bamboo stick to lift a strand of her hair, and said with a playful smile, "Young lady, you have a good eye! I am Shi Feiyang, and this bamboo stick, besides amusing you, can also..."

Before he could finish speaking, three cold beams suddenly shot through the air. Shi Feiyang's expression turned icy, and he activated his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison." His skin, almost transparent like glass, formed a barrier of cold air, freezing the incoming poison darts into ice shards.

He used a backhand technique called "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade," and the ice shards shot back in the opposite direction, piercing the throats of three assassins.

"Taste my 'Drowning Dog Beating'!" Shi Feiyang roared, his left palm unleashing the "Mountain Splitting" technique of the Hundred Victories Saber Style, the palm strike accompanied by a tidal wave of wind. Where the saber energy passed, sand and gravel flew, and the weapons in the black-clad men's hands shattered.

An assassin attempted a sneak attack, but was pulled by Shi Feiyang's vortex suction and crashed into his companion. The sounds of flesh and blood clashing and screams echoed through the valley.

In the heat of battle, Shi Feiyang suddenly saw a black command flag fluttering from the enemy ranks—it was actually the elder of the Disaster Relief Gang leading the team in person!
The elder, wielding a judge's pen whose tip gleamed with a sinister blue light, threatened, "Shi Feiyang, you escaped last time, but this time..."

"This time it's your turn to escape!" Shi Feiyang said disdainfully before the other party could finish speaking. He used the "Entanglement" technique, specifically the move "Pulling the Dog's Tail," to entangle the judge's pen and pull it hard.

The elder lost his footing and staggered forward. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang unleashed his "Slaying the Mortal World" with his left palm. The palm wind was like a knife, and with a crisp "crack," he cleaved the elder in two! The wicked bandits of the Disaster Relief Gang were so frightened that they stumbled and fled.

Amidst the pervasive stench of blood, the woman in white had already sheathed her sword and stood ready.

She looked at Shi Feiyang, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Thank you for saving me, brave man. I am Jiang Caiping, a disciple of the Hengshan Sect..."

"So it's Miss Jiang!" Shi Feiyang exclaimed, feigning sudden realization as if he knew Jiang Caiping intimately. He then flicked the blood off his bamboo stick and suddenly leaned close to her, saying with a touch of witty banter, "Would you be willing to accompany me to Luoyang, Miss? The plum blossoms there are far more beautiful than the blood-red plums here." Jiang Caiping turned to leave in embarrassment, but heard Shi Feiyang's teasing voice behind her: "Wait, Miss! If you wish to witness the true 'puppy playing with a ball,' I'll be waiting for you anytime on the third floor of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Luoyang!"

Li Bai leaned against the carriage and laughed loudly: "Brother Shi, I am intoxicated by fine wine, but you are only interested in beautiful women!"

Shi Feiyang shook his bamboo stick, watching Jiang Caiping's departing figure. A hint of tenderness flashed in his glassy eyes as he said self-deprecatingly, "Fine wine is easy to obtain, but a beautiful woman is hard to find. Brother Li, let's hurry on our way; the plum blossoms in Luoyang are in full bloom!"

Li Bai, carrying his wine gourd, shook his head and said, "Forget it, Brother Shi, you seek a carefree life in the martial world, but I, Li, am seeking an official position. Farewell!" With that, he jumped onto the carriage, drove it himself, and returned to Chang'an.

The white tiger leaped to Shi Feiyang's side, and Shi Feiyang reached out and gently stroked the white tiger's head, saying, "Brother Bai, how about we walk to Luoyang?"

Baihu nodded, and Shi Feiyang led Baihu away.

After walking for a while, the sound of horses' hooves thundered behind them, raising clouds of yellow sand.

Shi Feiyang turned around and saw Jiang Caiping, her black hair disheveled and her white clothes stained with blood, galloping towards him on horseback. Behind her was a dark mass of figures, the black banners of the Disaster Relief Gang fluttering in the wind, the blades reflecting the setting sun with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

"Young Master Shi, save me!" Jiang Caiping's cries were torn apart by the wind.

Shi Feiyang lightly patted the deerskin pouch at his waist, and the white tiger transformed into a wisp of silver light and disappeared into it. He slung the emerald green bamboo stick over his shoulder and said loudly, "Miss Jiang, please step aside for now!" Before he finished speaking, he had already swooped into the middle of the road like a hawk, and his green shadow blocked the entire pursuing army.

As the smoke and dust cleared, thirteen figures slowly emerged. The two leading figures were: the left envoy, who held a nine-skull soft whip with the white bones at its tip gleaming with an eerie blue light; and the right envoy, who tapped the ground with his judge's pen, causing wisps of blue smoke to rise from the bricks and stones.

"Shi Feiyang, you have repeatedly ruined the important affairs of my Disaster Relief Gang! Today will be your burial ground!" Poison Shadow Left Envoy sneered and cursed. With a wave of his hand, the thirteen people instantly formed a formation. Their footsteps contained the trajectory of stars. It was the Disaster Relief Gang's trump card, the "Dragon Trapping Formation".

Shi Feiyang narrowed his glassy eyes and suddenly burst into laughter: "With such a trivial skill?"

He gripped the bamboo stick and swiftly tossed it into the deerskin pouch at his waist. His palms, like dragon claws, shot out, and he executed the "Seven Steps of the Dragon," each step leaving charred footprints in the sand. Instantly, Shi Feiyang's "Divine Dragon Claw" technique manifested, and a faint dragon's roar seemed to echo throughout the heavens and earth!
The Right Envoy of Poison Shadow took the lead, his judge's pen swiftly striking the "Shanzhong" acupoint where stones flew.

Instead of retreating, Shi Feiyang advanced, his dragon claws shooting out like lightning, his five fingers even faster than the judge's pen, directly gripping the opponent's wrist.

With a "crack" sound of bones breaking, the right envoy's wrist bones shattered. Amidst the screams, Shi Feiyang pulled him and flung him toward the center of the formation.

The other assassins attacked with their blades, but Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor avoided them. Instead, he used the "Shifting Flowers and Jade" technique to redirect all his force towards his companions in the formation.

The Nine Skull Whip suddenly swept across, and purple mist spewed from the skull's mouth.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, circulating his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," his body transforming into a barrier of icy energy, instantly condensing the poisonous mist into ice crystals. With a flash, he used the profound "Hidden Body and Name" lightness skill, weaving through the formation like a ghost.

Each time he extended his claws, blood splattered: throats were torn apart, chests were ripped open, and skulls were crushed, blood mixed with ice crystals splashing onto the yellow sand. "Break!" Shi Feiyang suddenly roared, unleashing the ultimate move of the Divine Dragon Claw, "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens." His hands lashed out, the dragon's roar deafening, the air distorting wherever his claws struck. The Dragon-Trapping Formation collapsed under this terrifying power, the assassins flying backward like kites with broken strings, some crashing into rocks with their brains splattered, others falling to the ground with their intestines spilling out.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Poison Shadow Left Envoy attempted to launch a sneak attack with his soft whip wrapped in poisonous mist.

Without turning his head, Shi Feiyang swung his claw back. This seemingly casual claw strike contained the subtle power of a "dragon's tail sweep," tearing five deep, bone-revealing gashes into the Left Envoy's back. The Left Envoy screamed and collapsed to the ground, convulsing a few times before losing consciousness.

As the yellow sand gradually subsided, more than a dozen corpses lay scattered in pools of blood.

Shi Feiyang's fair skin glowed with a faint blue light, yet his clothes were spotless. He turned to look at the stunned Jiang Caiping, a smile playing on his lips, and teased, "Miss Jiang, you've been frightened. These clowns are no match for me."

Jiang Caiping stared at the man before her, who resembled a demon god, and her heart began to race. She had never seen such fierce and domineering martial arts, nor had she ever seen anyone single-handedly wipe out all the assassins carefully trained by the Disaster Relief Gang.

Shi Feiyang smiled jokingly, took out a wet towel from a mysterious deerskin bag at his waist, and wiped the bloodstains from Jiang Caiping's face.

Jiang Caiping finally came to her senses, pushed Shi Feiyang away, and shouted angrily, "You scoundrel, get lost!" With that, she turned around angrily, leaped onto her horse, and rode away.

There's been a misunderstanding!

Shi Feiyang laughed heartily, threw away the towel, and walked towards Luoyang.

As dusk settled, it painted the town a bluish-gray hue. Shi Feiyang's smooth skin gleamed with a warm glow in the setting sun.

Upon arriving at the small town ahead, he gazed at the familiar white horse in front of the inn, its saddle still stained with the blood from the previous day's battle. A meaningful smile played on his lips as he teased, "Miss Jiang certainly knows how to pick a place to rest."

Upon entering the "Yuelai Inn," the innkeeper bowed and greeted him, saying, "Please come in, sir!" Shi Feiyang casually tossed over a piece of gold and said loudly, "Reserve your best room and prepare ten jars of Daughter's Red wine, and send them to the third-floor attic."

He caught a glimpse of the waiter behind the counter, his hand trembling slightly as he poured tea. A cold glint flashed in his eyes—a few barely perceptible wisps of purple liquid were dripping from the teapot spout. In the wooden tub in the attic, hot water steamed. Shi Feiyang glanced at the water the waiter had brought up for his bath, casually wiping the emerald green bamboo stick, and suddenly sneered, "So, these scum from the Disaster Relief Gang have learned to poison the water?"

He activated the Bright Jade Skill, his glassy skin glowing with a faint blue light. He pressed his palm against the wooden tub, and a thin layer of ice instantly condensed on the water's surface, extracting all the poison. Then he stepped into the tub and began bathing as usual.

As night deepened, the sound of the night watchman's drum startled crows into flight. Shi Feiyang leaned against the window, watching the shadowy figures quietly gathering on the street below.

Suddenly, a woman's exclamation came from next door—it was Jiang Caiping's voice!
Shi Feiyang had been waiting for this opportunity. He flashed and used the mysterious "Hidden Body and Name" lightness skill to appear in the second-floor corridor like a ghost.

At this moment, Jiang Caiping was surrounded by four men in black. One of them swung out a poisoned soft whip, and purple mist spewed from the skull mouth at the tip of the whip.

Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes instantly turned icy cold. He sneered at the assassin, "Young Master Shi is here. You dog thieves, how dare you commit such violence? Are you courting death?" His "Shocking Calamity" divine skill activated instantly. In a flash, the assassin wielding the whip trembled violently, his skin visibly covered in frost, and with a few crisp "crack" sounds, he turned into ice shards scattered on the ground!
"Young Master Shi! Save me!" Jiang Caiping cried out, brandishing her long sword with great speed, her clothes stained with blood, yet she still maintained the elegant demeanor of the Hengshan Sect.

Shi Feiyang laughed heartily, tapped the ground with his bamboo stick, and used a move from the "Luring" technique, "Luring the Dogs into the Village," to redirect the remaining assassins' attacks toward Liang Zhu.

With a deafening roar, the entire wall collapsed, and more dark figures leaped out of the dust and smoke—the elite "Thirteen Poison Shadows" of the Disaster Relief Gang!
"Shi Feiyang, you bastard! Why is it always you who ruins our plans? Humph! Let's see where you can escape this time!" The Poison Shadow Golden Envoy's Nine Skull Soft Whip danced with impenetrable force, while the Poison Shadow Silver Envoy's Judge's Pen touched the ground, instantly turning bricks and stones into pus.

Thirteen people formed a "trapped dragon formation," their footsteps subtly incorporating the positions of the Big Dipper, their swords flashing and weaving a web of death. Shi Feiyang put his bamboo stick into his deerskin bag, raised his palms, and stepped into the "Seven Steps of Dragon Walking." His true energy surged, and he unleashed the "Divine Dragon Claw" technique. With a move called "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens," his palms transformed into claws, like a dragon emerging from the sea. With each claw strike, someone's throat would rupture, and blood would gush out.

In the heat of battle, Shi Feiyang suddenly sensed something amiss and abruptly activated the "Evil Blood Calamity" divine skill, his fingertips glowing with an eerie red light as he used blood to draw blood.

Suddenly, several assassins in the formation clutched their chests, spitting out blood. Their faces turned deathly pale, and they collapsed to the ground, their corpses curled up into shriveled little monkey shapes, their deaths horribly gruesome.

Seeing this, Poison Shadow Jin Shi leaped into the air, brandishing his soft whip and aimed directly at Jiang Caiping, who had already jumped onto the roof of the pavilion to watch the battle and was dumbfounded.

Shi Feiyang's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his wrists, he used the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill to direct the force of the whip towards the ground.

With a loud "boom," a deep crater was smashed into the bluestone floor.

He then unleashed the "Slaying the Mortal World" move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, his palm wind as sharp as a blade, slicing the Golden Envoy and his soft whip into dozens of pieces!

After the bloody battle, the inn was littered with corpses. Jiang Caiping looked at the man before her, who resembled a demon god, and felt a strange emotion welling up in her heart. She said with emotion, "Young Master Shi, thank you for saving me again."

Shi Feiyang turned and smiled, the coldness in his eyes instantly turning gentle. He said sincerely, "Miss Jiang, this world is treacherous. From now on, you'll follow me." Jiang Caiping nodded obediently and said, "Okay!" She then leaped down from the rooftop. Shi Feiyang took a carriage from a mysterious deerskin pouch at his waist and invited Jiang Caiping to get in. Jiang Caiping's heart pounded wildly. She thought to herself: Is this Shi Feiyang some kind of deity? Otherwise, how could he perform magic tricks? How could he suddenly have a carriage?
Shi Feiyang helped Jiang Caiping into the carriage, then took out the white tiger from the deerskin bag and had the white tiger drive the carriage to Luoyang.

The appearance of the white tiger terrified Jiang Caiping, who burst into tears, trembling all over and covered in cold sweat. She desperately tried to burrow into Shi Feiyang's arms.

As night deepened, two tracks of varying depths were left on the official road.

Shi Feiyang put his arm around Jiang Caiping and comforted her for a while. He told her that the tiger driving the carriage was a white tiger, an auspicious beast that was extremely loyal to its master and would never harm him or Jiang.

Jiang Caiping was somewhat relieved when she heard that the white tiger was an auspicious beast. She tried to crawl out of Shi Feiyang's arms and moved to sit a little further away. When she saw that the white tiger did not turn around to harm her, she was completely at ease.

Shi Feiyang laughed heartily, lay down, and fell asleep.

Jiang Caiping was both ashamed and angry, and helplessly leaned against the car window to fall asleep. (End of Chapter)