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

The torrential rain transformed the sheer cliffs of Mount Song into a scene resembling a ghostly realm.

Because the enemy has two people who use the "Divine Sword Technique" and the Shaolin's ultimate martial art, the "Buddha's Palm," their energy is enormous! Their martial arts are extremely powerful!
Shi Feiyang, holding Jiang Caiping, retreated step by step, fighting as he withdrew. The Xuan Shuang Blade hummed incessantly in his palm, reflecting the surging sea of ​​clouds below the cliff.

Suddenly, a wolf-like horn howled, tearing through the rain curtain. Three hundred "Sky Wolf Guards" appeared, their black mist rising from the point where their scimitars clashed, tinting the moonlight with an eerie bluish-purple hue. Immediately afterward, a furious shout rang out from afar: "Hand over the Five Mountains Token, and we'll spare your lives!"

It was Ashina Yan, a general from the Turkic Khaganate, who stood suspended in mid-air on floating ice shards. His twin hooks emitted a scarlet, poisonous light, drawing eerie arcs in the torrential rain. Behind him, twelve bronze mirrors slowly rose, the runes flowing on their surfaces resonating with the incantations within the Heavenly Wolf Guard formation, causing rubble to tumble down from the cliff face.

Shi Feiyang shielded Jiang Caiping behind him, his fair skin gleaming with icy dragon patterns. A chilling aura spread from his toes, instantly freezing the rocks beneath his feet into ice crystals. He said coldly, "Want the Five Mountains Token? You'll have to ask my Xuan Shuang Blade first! Hmph!"

With a sudden flash of light, the "Slaying the Mortal World" move of the Hundred Victories Sword Technique was unleashed with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks. At the same time, the bronze mirror rotated, and the sword energy was refracted into twelve cold beams that shot back towards the enemy!

Jiang Caiping wielded her plum-patterned sword swiftly, the sword flowers weaving into a net, shattering all the blade energy aimed at Shi Feiyang.

A man in black wielded his sword with lightning speed, unleashing the "Divine Sword Technique." Wherever his sword pointed, the air emitted a piercing shriek, forcing Jiang Caiping to retreat step by step, facing imminent danger. Another man's palms flew, golden Buddhist seals appearing between the palm shadows as he unleashed the Shaolin Sect's ultimate technique, the "Buddha's Palm," fiercely attacking Shi Feiyang!
Shi Feiyang roared, "What a disgrace to the Central Plains! To actually betray the Turks and betray our sect! How shameful! You bring shame upon our sect and disgrace to Shaolin! I, Shi, will surely kill you without mercy!" He then gripped the Xuan Shuang Blade and returned to defense. The Hundred Victories Saber Technique clashed with the Divine Sword Art, and the sparks that flew up fell into the golden light of the Tathagata Palm, turning into wisps of green smoke. The enemy's strength was too great!
Shi Feiyang had to fend off the combined attack of two top experts while also protecting Jiang Caiping behind him. Cold sweat mixed with rainwater slid down his forehead, but his fair skin became even more translucent—the Mingyu Skill had reached its peak with the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Ice Soul Cold Prison".

"Shi Lang, be careful!" Jiang Caiping suddenly cried out and grabbed his clothes.

Shi Feiyang instinctively turned to the side, and Ashina Yan's double hooks grazed his shoulder, leaving two scorched marks on his fair skin.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Sirius Guards launched a general offensive, their dense net of scimitars spreading out to cover the sky, and the howls of wolves echoed from within the black mist.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist. It turned out that a Heavenly Wolf Guard had risked his life to stab him in the right abdomen with a poisoned dagger. Fortunately, Shi Feiyang was protected by the ice shield generated by the Bright Jade Skill; otherwise, he would have already fallen into a pool of blood.

Jiang Caiping's exclamation rang out almost simultaneously with his muffled groan, only to see icy blue patterns appear on his glassy skin, the poison instantly frozen.

Shi Feiyang unleashed a backhand strike, "Breaking the Universe," the sharp blade energy blasting the attacker into a bloody mist. Turning around, he saw Jiang Caiping's eyes were red-rimmed, her concern overflowing. She said sadly, "Shi Lang, why...why did you do this..."

"Nonsense." Shi Feiyang smiled as he wiped the raindrops from her cheeks, his fingertips brushing against the corners of her eyes, which were red from anxiety. He said affectionately, "If I can't even protect you, how can I talk about quelling injustices in the world?" He said this casually, but it made Jiang Caiping gasp.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's translucent, glassy skin reflected her beating heart, and she suddenly realized that the rhythm was gradually coinciding with her own heartbeat.

"Attack! Attack!" Ashina Yan's roar shattered the brief silence. The leader of the Heavenly Wolf Guard wielded his double hooks, conjuring up three phantom wolf souls in the air. Shi Feiyang was about to unleash the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Burning Heaven and Earth," when he felt nothing behind him—Jiang Caiping was already standing on the edge of the cliff, holding the Five Sacred Mountains Token.

The reliefs of the Five Sacred Mountains on the bronze token shimmered under the moonlight, reflecting off her pale face, making her resemble a goddess about to be reborn.

"The three hundred heroic souls of Hengshan, today they will follow me to avenge their blood debt!" Jiang Caiping's voice pierced through the torrential rain, carrying a heartbreaking resolve.

When she turned to look at Shi Feiyang, her eyes were filled with tears but her smile was resolute. She choked out, "Shi Lang, I have no regrets in this life being with you... If it weren't for me, you would definitely have been able to break through the encirclement!"

"Caiping, no!" Shi Feiyang's roar was drowned out by the torrential rain. Ashina Yan's double hooks were already locked on his throat. At the critical moment, Jiang Caiping, holding the Five Sacred Mountains Token, leaped off the cliff! Her last cry echoed between heaven and earth: "Shi Lang, take care!"

The figure in white, like a butterfly with broken wings, vanished instantly into the surging sea of ​​clouds.

Shi Feiyang felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the ice patterns on his glassy skin suddenly shattered.

He roared to the sky, his voice shattering the twelve bronze mirrors. The chilling aura of Mingyu Gong transformed into a hundred-foot-long ice dragon, soaring straight into the clouds.

In an instant, Shi Feiyang was filled with rage and, disregarding everything, jumped down.

Amidst the howling wind, he reached out and grabbed the girl's ankle, the two crashing heavily against the ancient pine tree on the cliff face. Blood seeped from their intertwined fingers, but Jiang Caiping smiled and rested her head against his chest, saying with emotion, "Shi Lang, why did you have to do this..."

At that moment, Ashina Yan's sinister laughter echoed from the cliff top: "You bastard surnamed Shi, fall into the abyss and see how you survive!"

Shi Feiyang held the beauty in his arms, his back pressed against the cold cliff face.

His Mingyu Skill circulated rapidly, his glassy skin becoming almost transparent. Wherever he touched, the stone wall instantly froze into ice, and countless ice shards flew out. However, with the support of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Skill, they quickly formed ice plates, supporting Shi Feiyang and the peerless beauty in his arms.

He stared at the faintly visible lights of the Songshan Sect in the distance and said in a cold voice, "There must be a traitor within Songshan in this attack!"

Jiang Caiping trembled violently, nearly dropping the Five Mountains Token from her hand, and said in a trembling voice, "How...how is this possible? The Songshan Sword Sect is the head of the Five Mountains..."

The rain poured down, and the icicles on the cliff face gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light in the lightning.

Shi Feiyang, with Jiang Caiping in his arms, leaned against the cliff. His skin was almost transparent, and the chilling aura of his Mingyu Gong spread along the rock face, freezing the rocks kicked up by the pursuing Tianlang Guards into solid ice. Suddenly, Shi Feiyang's foot touched a tiny rock spike while suspended in mid-air. He lightly touched the spike, then, carrying Jiang Caiping on his back, he soared into the air and flew back to the mountaintop.

"Trying to escape? You bastard, hand over the Five Sacred Mountains Token or you'll die!" Ashina Yan roared, wielding his twin hooks as he broke through the ice. The hook tips gleamed with a scarlet, poisonous light, and wherever they passed, the ice sizzled and was instantly corroded, leaving charred marks.

Behind him, thirty Sky Wolf Guards formed a "wolf-shaped strangulation formation," their curved blades clashing, producing a sickening metallic scraping sound.

Jiang Caiping gripped the Five Mountains Token tightly, drew her longsword, and the fragrance of plum blossoms mixed with the stench of blood filled the rain. She said with a gentle strength, "Shi Lang, this time I will stand shoulder to shoulder with you!" She slid off Shi Feiyang's back, her figure as graceful as a startled plum blossom skimming through the snow, and unleashed the Hengshan Sect's "Wind and Snow Plum Blossom Burial." Her sword flowers intertwined into a net, aiming straight for the throats of some of the Heavenly Wolf Guards.

Shi Feiyang laughed loudly, his laughter causing rocks to fall from the cliff face. He roared, "Good! Today I will let you Turkic dogs know that the Central Plains will not tolerate wolves!" He gripped the Xuan Shuang Blade tightly and unleashed the Hundred Victories Blade Technique. The blade energy, which was like "splitting mountains," was wrapped in icy coldness and cleaved through the enemy formation like splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Bang! Crack! The blade energy collided with the curved blade, sparking dazzling sparks, and the weapons of the Heavenly Wolf Guard were shattered into pieces.

Seeing this, Ashina Yan swung his double hooks rapidly, drawing eerie arcs. A nauseating, sweet-smelling stench filled the air as he roared, "You dog thief surnamed Shi, taste the 'Bone-Corroding Heart-Corroding Hook' of my Heavenly Wolf Guard!"

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly and used the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill. As the poisonous mist surged, several approaching Tianlang Guards were accidentally injured by their own leader's poisonous hooks. Their skin ulcerated at a visible speed, and they let out a series of shrill screams.

The torrential rain washed over the cliffs of Songshan Mountain, leaving them a blood-red, hazy appearance.

Shi Feiyang held the Xuan Shuang Blade across his chest, the ice dragon patterns on his glassy skin colliding with the torrential rain to create hissing white vapor, but could not hide the solemnity of his tightly furrowed brows—two great masters in front of him, one with a sword and the other with a palm, were like two locks between heaven and earth, trapping him firmly in a small space on the edge of the cliff.

The black-clad man wielding the longsword, employing the "Divine Sword Technique," had half his mask torn, revealing his hawk-like right eye. His sword flashed with seven sword flowers, each locking onto Shi Feiyang's vital points. The legendary swordsmanship inherited from the great hero Yan Nantian should have been a righteous and awe-inspiring gentleman's sword, but now it exuded a sinister and ruthless aura; the sword's wind cleaved even raindrops in two.

The fat monk wielding the "Buddha's Palm" with both hands exposed his chest covered in Sanskrit tattoos. With each strike, a dark golden Buddhist seal appeared on the edge of his palm. Before the wind from the palm even arrived, Shi Feiyang felt as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing on his chest.

"What a traitor!" Shi Feiyang roared, unleashing the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Mountain Splitting," with blade energy crashing like waves against the shore.

Unexpectedly, the Divine Sword Technique trembled, skillfully deflecting seven-tenths of the force, while the Tathagata Palm, unmatched in its ferocity, forcefully received the remaining three-tenths of the blade energy, causing Shi Feiyang's arm to go numb. Even more terrifying, twelve bronze mirrors spun to the side, reflecting the blade energy of each of Shi Feiyang's counterattacks back onto themselves, forcing him to adopt a defensive stance.

"Shi Lang, be careful!" Jiang Caiping's cry of alarm came from behind. Seeing the two experts entangled with Shi Feiyang, the three hundred Heavenly Wolf Guards swarmed towards the girl like ants to carrion. Their curved blades were coated with Black Heart Lotus Poison, and each slash brought forth a purple-black poisonous mist.

Jiang Caiping's plum blossom sword dance was impenetrable, and she unleashed the Hengshan sword technique "Snowy Plum Blossom Burial," her sword blossoms like plum blossoms in the snow. However, she couldn't withstand the overwhelming numbers of her opponents. With a soft "plop," a short wound appeared on Jiang Caiping's left arm, and her snow-white dress was instantly stained with blood like red plum blossoms.

Shi Feiyang caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and his mind trembled violently. The fat monk's "Buddha's Palm" seized the opportunity to strike his shoulder, instantly leaving a charred palm print on his smooth skin. Shi Feiyang endured the excruciating pain, and with a swift grab of his left hand, he unleashed his "Dragon-Capturing Skill."
Jiang Caiping was surrounded by golden light and was swept up in front of him like a fallen leaf.

"Hold me tight!" Shi Feiyang said with concern, turning around to shield the girl in his arms. Just then, the second palm of the "Buddha's Palm" struck his back. This palm, carrying its full force, made him feel a sweet taste in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But at the very moment he coughed up blood, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the "Evil Blood Calamity" divine skill was activated—red light flashed like lightning at his fingertips, piercing straight into the heart of the person wielding the "Divine Sword Technique"! "Ugh—" The swordsman was caught off guard, and blood gushed out, his hand holding the sword trembling violently.

Shi Feiyang transformed his left hand into a claw, unleashing the ultimate move of "Divine Dragon Claw," "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens." His five fingers roared down like five golden dragon shadows, first breaking the opponent's longsword, and then fiercely gripping his throat.

With a cracking sound, the man's eyeballs bulged out, and he collapsed to the ground, dead. The fat monk who had unleashed the "Buddha's Palm" roared in fury, his palms lashing out like wheels. This fat monk was now both terrified and horrified of Shi Feiyang, wishing he could smash him to death immediately.

Shi Feiyang tossed Jiang Caiping into the air, his right hand wielding the Xuan Shuang Blade to create a screen of light. He unleashed the "Broken Sky" and "Breaking the Universe" techniques of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique in quick succession, forcing back the fat monk's fierce palm strikes amidst the crisscrossing blade energy.

Immediately afterward, Shi Feiyang sneered at the fat monk, "You traitorous dog, I spit on you!" A cold light flashed in Liuli's eyes, and the "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was born in response! The fat monk felt a chill penetrate straight from his eyes to his heart, and his true energy suddenly froze.

Seizing the fleeting opening, Shi Feiyang transformed the Xuan Shuang Blade into a streak of azure light, slicing it into dozens of pieces with its flash.

Amidst the rain of blood, he reached out and caught Jiang Caiping as she fell. The two crashed heavily against the cliff face, the splashing blood mingling with the rainwater, painting a gruesome picture on the rocks.

“Shi Lang…” Jiang Caiping looked at the charred handprint on his back and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, her heart aching and she cried out, tears mingling with the rain as they streamed down her face.

Shi Feiyang laughed, raised his clothes to wipe the blood from her cheek, his glassy eyes shining brightly in the downpour, and said self-deprecatingly, "Silly girl, I won't die..." Before he could finish speaking, Ashina Yan and countless Tianlang Guards came slashing at him with curved swords.

With each strike, they spewed out a cloud of poisonous smoke.

Their scimitars were all coated with deadly poison. Driven by their internal energy, the poison was activated and transformed into a poisonous mist, which they attempted to use to infiltrate the lungs of Shi Feiyang and Jiang Caiping, killing them.

Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted sharply. He pushed Jiang Caiping aside and used the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" technique to direct the poisonous fog toward the cliff face.

The oppressive, dark, toxic smoke, as if compressed into a giant pancake, crashed into the rock wall with a deafening roar. A huge hole shattered in the ice, and amidst the flying debris, Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to unleash his "Evil Blood Calamity." A burst of red light erupted from his fingertips, capturing three Sky Wolf Guards from afar. The three immediately coughed up blood, their bodies shriveling up until they shrank into withered monkey shapes, plummeting into the abyss.

"Attack them all together and kill them!" Ashina Yan roared.

The remaining Sirius Guards pounced like mad wolves, their dense net of scimitars covering the sky.

Jiang Caiping unleashed a flurry of sword strikes, employing techniques such as "Plum Blossoms in Winter" and "Plum Blossom Shadows Slanting Across the Field," but while glancing at Shi Feiyang, she was slashed on the shoulder by a flowing blade. "Caiping, be careful!" Shi Feiyang's eyes widened in fury, and the icy patterns on his fair skin flared up.

He said something to Jiang Caiping with concern, then suddenly activated the Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique and unleashed the ultimate killing move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Burning Heaven and Earth".

Where the blade's energy passed, the air distorted and deformed, flames and ice intertwined, forming a dazzling blade of light. The Sky Wolf Guards screamed in agony amidst the light, their bodies melting from the intense heat, blood mingling with rainwater as it flowed down the cliff face.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ashina Yan turned around and tried to escape.

Shi Feiyang sneered, "Can you still escape? Humph!" His "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was activated in response to his thought. Combined with the Bright Jade Skill, wherever his icy gaze swept, the air instantly froze into ice. Ashina Yan trembled violently, his skin covered in frost, and with a few crisp "crack" sounds, he turned into ice shards scattered all over the ground.

Shi Feiyang wiped the blood from his face, his eyes filled with tenderness as he bandaged Jiang Caiping's wounds, saying with heartache, "Silly girl, don't be so stubborn next time." The rain had just stopped on Mount Song, and clouds and mist swirled around the mountains like a light veil.

Jiang Caiping leaned on Shi Feiyang's shoulder, gazing at the scabs and bruises on his cheek. Her fingertips gently traced his damaged, smooth skin, her voice filled with heartache as she choked out, "Shi Lang, you've suffered so many injuries for me. What have I done to deserve such kindness from you..."

Shi Feiyang took her hand in return, a carefree smile playing on his lips. His crystal-clear eyes reflected her stunning beauty as he said tenderly, "Silly girl, what are these injuries as long as you're safe and sound? To fight alongside you is the most exhilarating thing in my life!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently kissed her hair, saying affectionately, "With you by my side, even if it's a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire, I would gladly endure it."

Jiang Caiping's cheeks flushed, and she buried her head in his chest, murmuring, "Shi Lang, if it weren't for you, I would have already perished at the hands of the enemy. To be able to share life and death with you, even if I were to die right now, I would have no regrets..."

In the distance, the lights of the Songshan Sword Sect flickered in the night, like will-o'-the-wisps.

Shi Feiyang gripped her hand tightly, a cold glint flashing in his glassy eyes. He said resolutely, "The traitor within Songshan nearly killed us both, imprisoned the sect leader, and colluded with external enemies. We will settle this score with him sooner or later!"

Having said that, he summoned the Vermilion Bird from a mysterious deerskin pouch at his waist. This divine bird had a wingspan of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), and its crimson feathers shimmered like glass in the moonlight. Shi Feiyang, with Jiang Caiping in his arms, gently leaped onto the tent on the Vermilion Bird's back.

The tent was lined with soft animal hides and decorated with luminous pearls, casting a hazy and gentle glow on the figures of the two.

Jiang Caiping leaned against Shi Feiyang's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and felt completely at peace.

Shi Feiyang looked down at her stunningly beautiful face and couldn't resist giving her a light kiss on the lips. He said affectionately, "Sleep well, my little beauty. Tomorrow morning, we'll go to the bottom of the valley to find out what's going on."

The next morning, the distant sound of the morning bell from Mount Song startled the birds that flew across the mountain. Shi Feiyang and Jiang Caiping awoke in the tent on the back of a vermilion bird. The morning light shone through the gaps in the tent onto their faces, making their smiles appear exceptionally bright.

Shi Feiyang hugged Jiang Caiping tighter and whispered in her ear, "Madam, do you remember when we fell off the cliff yesterday, I heard strange noises from the bottom of the valley? Let's go take a look; maybe we can find the whereabouts of the Songshan Sect Leader."

Jiang Caiping raised her head, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, and said softly, "Shi Lang, wherever you go, I'll follow you. As long as I'm by your side, I'm not afraid of anything." She then gently kissed his cheek. However, she was reluctant to leave Shi Feiyang's embrace, and said coquettishly, "I'm so sleepy!" Shi Feiyang laughed heartily, picked her up, and helped her dress. Reluctantly, Jiang Caiping then got up from Shi Feiyang's arms.

The two rode the Vermilion Bird and slowly descended to the bottom of the valley.

The moment they stepped into the valley, Jiang Caiping's fingers tightened abruptly, and the Xuan Shuang Blade at Shi Feiyang's waist trembled slightly. Dark purple sap seeped from beneath the piles of decaying leaves, meandering across the ground in spiderweb-like patterns, its corrosive force even causing the bluestone to hiss. Grayish-white, fluffy substances hung from the twisted branches of the ancient trees, resembling damp shrouds, and whenever the mist swept by, fine bone dust would flutter down.

Shi Feiyang activated the Bright Jade Technique, and the icy blue light emanating from his glassy skin dispelled the mist in front of him. However, dozens of pairs of eerie green eyes emerged from the depths of the thick fog. Those eyes hovered in mid-air, their brightness changing with each breath, sometimes near, sometimes far, and maggots could be vaguely seen churning within their eye sockets.

Jiang Caiping instinctively drew her longsword, but the sword flash startled something that was roosting in the tree hole—hundreds of human-faced bats screamed and rushed over. Their wings were covered with wrinkles like human faces, and each "face" had a frozen expression of terror.

Suddenly, a pale arm emerged from beneath the decaying leaves, its nails black and hooked, gripping Jiang Caiping's ankle tightly. Shi Feiyang roared, and the moment the Xuan Shuang Blade struck, the arm transformed into a pool of foul-smelling black water, splashing onto his fair skin and sending up plumes of white smoke.

Even more terrifying, blood beads began to seep from the surrounding withered trees, converging into streams along the bark's texture and outlining eerie runes on the ground.

Upon reaching the precipice, the dark stream suddenly rippled, revealing half of a swollen, pale corpse.

The corpse was dressed in a tattered Songshan Sect Taoist robe, its face long since gnawed away, leaving only stark white bones. Only the sect leader's jade pendant at its waist gleamed coldly in the darkness. As Jiang Caiping bent down to examine it, the corpse's throat suddenly made a "clunking" sound, and countless tiny centipedes gushed out from its seven orifices, lunging towards her face!

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and his "Shocking Calamity" was born as soon as he thought of it. Wherever his icy gaze swept, the centipede instantly condensed into ice crystals.

Suddenly, the entire valley began to tremble, and the sound of dragging chains came from the direction of the altar. Twelve pitch-black stone pillars burst forth from the ground, each pillar embedded with a living human figurine. Their skin had been peeled off, revealing the writhing threads beneath their muscles, like puppets controlled by an invisible hand.

In the center of the altar, the rusty sword suddenly burst forth with a blood-red light. The red silk wrapped around its blade moved without wind, spelling out the words "Come—to—me—" in the air. At that moment, Jiang Caiping's toes touched a patch of warm, moist moss, which shimmered with a mother-of-pearl luster under the moonlight, feeling as if she were walking on clouds. Shi Feiyang, with his arm around her waist, lifted her into the air, only to see the pile of decaying leaves beneath their feet suddenly crack open, revealing countless shimmering blue spores—like startled fireflies, they fluttered off the ground, weaving into a flowing galaxy in the air, illuminating the ancient tree overhead, twisted like a gnarled dragon.

The trunks of those ancient trees were covered with honeycomb-like holes, each hole containing a translucent egg case, inside which curled up a creature resembling an infant, its skin having a glassy texture.

Shi Feiyang's Xuan Shuang Blade sliced ​​through the air, the blade's energy knocking off an egg sheath. The creature inside opened its emerald eyes and emitted a creaking sound remarkably like the harmonics of an ancient zither. Even more strangely, crystal-like vines hung from the branches of the ancient tree, each dewdrop condensing the afterimages of past battles—the roars of sword-wielding knights, the howls of Turkic wolf guards, all playing out in a cycle of light and shadow.

"Shi Lang, look over there!" Jiang Caiping suddenly exclaimed again, pointing to the deep pool at the bottom of the valley. Huge lotus leaves floated on the inky water, their edges burning with eerie blue flames that did not scorch the water but instead reflected it like a flowing starry sky.

Suddenly, a giant, snow-white python poked its head out. With each flick of its tongue, it coiled the flames into the shape of a lotus flower. The obsidian embedded in its scales echoed the blue light emanating from Shi Feiyang's glassy skin.

Upon reaching the center of the valley, the mist suddenly transformed into a rainbow of light, outlining a massive star map on the ground. Shi Feiyang activated his Bright Jade Technique, and the radiance of his glassy skin resonated with the star map.

Where the phantom swung its sword, twelve bronze square cauldrons emerged from the ground, their bodies engraved with reliefs of the Five Sacred Mountains, but all were covered with blood-red runes.

Jiang Caiping's Five Sacred Mountains Token accidentally slipped from her hand, and the token automatically floated in the center of the square cauldron, perfectly overlapping with the relief.

The most terrifying thing is the "Blood-Weeping Stone" on the cliff face—those dark red minerals pulsate like a heart, and the liquid seeping from their surface condenses into characters under the moonlight, which are actually the last words of the three hundred disciples of the Hengshan Sect.

As Shi Feiyang's fingertips touched the stone surface, the juice suddenly transformed into blood butterflies, swirling around him and Jiang Caiping before leaving plum blossom marks on their palms. Meanwhile, on the distant altar, the rusty sword suddenly erupted with countless golden rays, the blade displaying the phantom of Yan Nantian's sword manual, only to be instantly covered by a curse in Turkic script. At that moment, the fiery lotus leaves in the deep pool suddenly burst open, and countless mermaid-like creatures leaped from the water. Their upper halves were beautiful women, while their lower halves were covered in werewolf fur, chanting songs a mixture of Central Plains musical scales and Turkic incantations.

A ray of morning light pierced through the mist, and these creatures turned into ice crystals. The moment they shattered on the stone surface, they revealed the Songshan Sect Leader's token inside—the cracks on the token were just like the ice patterns that appeared on Shi Feiyang's glassy skin during the fierce battle.

At this moment, the ground in the valley, piled with decaying leaves, suddenly surged like boiling water, and dark purple viscous liquid gushed out from the ground, corroding deep pits in the bluestone with a sizzling sound. Before Jiang Caiping could react, Shi Feiyang had already pulled her into his arms like a ghost, the cold light of the unsheathed Xuan Shuang Blade cutting through the thick fog, the blade whistling as it scraped against the air.

Shi Feiyang warned, "Madam, be careful!" The icy blue patterns on her fair skin instantly intensified. The twisted branches of the ancient trees around them suddenly exploded, and the mummified corpses wrapped in grayish-white fluff burst forth, their empty eye sockets spewing out eerie green phosphorescent flames that intertwined in mid-air to form a hideous ghost face.

Shi Feiyang hoisted Jiang Caiping from his arms onto his shoulder and unleashed the "Emperor's Heavenly Thunder" technique from the Sacred Heart Mantra with both palms. The ice thunder that exploded from his palms danced wildly like silver snakes, turning the dried corpses into dust wherever it passed. The phosphorescent fire, however, was like a leech, re-condensing whenever it encountered the wind.

Jiang Caiping flew off Shi Feiyang's shoulder, her long sword drawing out seven plum blossom shadows, the Hengshan sword technique appearing and disappearing in the mist.

However, dozens of pairs of eerie green pupils suddenly emerged from the mist, maggots churning in their sockets with each breath, and hundreds of human-faced bats swooped in, screaming. The faces on their wings were twisted and contorted, revealing gleaming white teeth, and foul-smelling saliva dripped continuously.

Shi Feiyang leaped into the air, grabbed her, and used his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill. With a tap of his toes on the pile of rotten leaves, he actually created several deep pits emitting black smoke—under those rotten leaves lay highly corrosive poisonous miasma.

Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong, and the Xuanshuang Blade in his hand transformed into a streak of azure light. The "Slaying the Mortal World" move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique was unleashed with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks. The moment the blade energy collided with the swarm of bats, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and purple poisonous mist splattered.

At this moment, the chilling aura emanating from Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong condensed into a protective shield around him, but Jiang Caiping suddenly let out a muffled groan as a bloody gash was torn open on her left shoulder by sharp claws. Shi Feiyang's eyes widened in horror as he asked with concern, "Madam! How are you? Are you badly injured?" His skin was almost transparent, and his inner energy surged like a raging tide. He suddenly unleashed "Evil Blood Calamity," his fingertips flashing with red light, capturing three bats from a distance.

The monster instantly withered into a shriveled shell, crashing to the ground with a crisp cracking sound. However, even more bats formed a dense wall of flesh, the flapping of their wings causing a painful thud in the ears.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly tossed Jiang Caiping into the air and unleashed his "Shocking Calamity." Wherever his icy gaze swept, the air condensed into countless icicles, and the bats in the front row were pinned in the mist, letting out shrill screams.

He seized the opportunity to leap onto the boulder, unleashing nine consecutive slashes with his Xuan Shuang Blade, the blade's energy cleaving through the entire wall of mist. Suddenly, the ground split open, revealing a pale arm that stretched out like a withered tree trunk, its fingernails as black as hooks.

Shi Feiyang sneered and used "Shifting Flowers and Jade" to redirect Jiang Caiping's falling force towards the enemy. The girl's longsword moved like a shooting star, the cold light on the plum blossom-patterned sword flashing as her arm instantly turned into foul-smelling black water.

But the black water receded upon landing and transformed into a ferocious giant python that lunged forward.

Shi Feiyang gripped the Xuan Shuang Blade and swung it swiftly like a whirlwind, unleashing the "Breaking Heaven and Earth" move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique.

Wherever the palm strike landed, the air twisted and deformed, and the giant python exploded into a rain of blood amidst a roar. However, in this brief respite, an even more chilling howl came from afar, and a huge wolf-shaped phantom emerged from the mist—it was the Heavenly Wolf Guard's secret technique, "Netherworld Wolf Soul"!
Jiang Caiping's blood-stained longsword pointed straight to the sky, the Hengshan sword technique and Shi Feiyang's blade flashing in a dazzling display.

The two were of one mind, and amidst the blood and gore, they unleashed a dazzling blade of light. The moment the blade struck the wolf spirit phantom, a deafening roar echoed through the valley. As rocks flew, Shi Feiyang pulled Jiang Caiping back rapidly, the boulders behind them blasted into dust by the aftershocks.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's smooth skin was covered with fine ice patterns, yet he still smiled as he wiped the blood from Jiang Caiping's face, teasingly saying, "Little beauty, are you scared?" His laughter was filled with arrogance and tenderness as he added, "After dealing with these scoundrels, I will make them pay for their crimes in blood!" Jiang Caiping looked at his blood-soaked profile, tightening her grip on her longsword—with such a good man by her side, what was there to fear even in the face of death?

A thin mist hung in the valley, amidst jagged rocks and towering ancient trees. Suddenly, Jiang Caiping grabbed Shi Feiyang's hand and whispered, "Shi Lang, listen! It sounds like someone is groaning..."

Shi Feiyang listened intently and indeed heard faint cries for help coming from afar. He put his arm around Jiang Caiping and used his lightness skill to follow the sound. After turning several corners, they saw two men in black guarding a hidden cave.

Shi Feiyang sneered and said to Jiang Caiping, "Baby, wait for me here. Watch me deal with these two little minions." With that, he flashed and appeared behind the men in black like a ghost. Before the two could react, Shi Feiyang had already struck their pressure points and tossed them aside.

The cave was dark and damp, filled with a putrid stench. After walking several dozen steps, they suddenly came upon a stone chamber. Behind an iron gate, an elderly man with white hair was huddled in a corner. "This must be the head of the Songshan Sect," Shi Feiyang said, channeling his inner strength and cleaving the iron gate open with a single palm strike.

The old man looked up, his eyes filled with surprise and gratitude, and choked out, "Thank you both for saving me! I am Zhu Zhixin, the head of the Songshan Sect, and I have been imprisoned here for many days by a traitor." Jiang Caiping quickly stepped forward, untied the old man's ropes, and comforted him, "Senior, you have suffered. Do you know who the traitor is?"

Zhu Zhixin sighed and said, "It is indeed my second disciple, Wang Yunhe. He colluded with the Turkic forces, attempting to seize the Five Mountains Token and dominate the martial arts world..."

Shi Feiyang clenched his fists, his glassy eyes flashing with a cold light, and said angrily, "It really was him! Among those who attacked us that day, there was one who used the 'Divine Sword Technique' inherited from the great hero Yan Nantian, and another who used the 'Buddha's Palm,' the highest level of Shaolin martial arts. It seems there are traitors in these sects. That dog Wang Yunhe, I will definitely tear him to pieces!"

Jiang Caiping gently took his hand and said softly, "Shi Lang, don't get upset. Let's see the sect leader out first, and then we can discuss this further."

Looking down at her concerned eyes, Shi Feiyang's anger subsided considerably. He said softly, "I'll listen to you, my darling. With you here, I can handle anything, no matter how big the problem." With that, he carried Zhu Zhixin on his back, took Jiang Caiping's hand, and walked out of the valley in the morning light.

The Vermilion Bird let out a long cry, spread its wings, and carried them towards the Songshan Sword Sect. (End of Chapter)