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

As dusk settled, the last rays of the setting sun swept across the broken walls of the Tianlang Guard outpost, casting long, slender shadows of Shi Feiyang and Li Muxue.

The night wind ruffled the stray hairs at Li Muxue's temples. She subconsciously leaned closer to Shi Feiyang and said tremblingly, "Big brother, listen to the sound of the wind, it sounds like... it sounds like someone is watching us from the shadows."

She raised her head, her clear eyes shimmering in the twilight, reflecting Shi Feiyang's glass-like profile.

Shi Feiyang chuckled softly, the vibrations in his chest traveling through his clothes to Li Muxue's palm.

He turned around, his fair skin glowing warmly in the deepening night, and chuckled playfully, "If someone like me isn't kept an eye on, wouldn't that be a disgrace to the reputation of the martial arts world?" He reached out and gently brushed his fingertips through Li Muxue's wind-blown hair, saying affectionately, "Is Muxue afraid?"

As dusk settled over the broken walls, Li Muxue's upturned face was perfectly edged with gold by the last rays of the setting sun.

The moment she heard this, her eyes rippled with tiny waves, like pebbles thrown into a spring pond. Then, the corners of her mouth slowly curved upwards, her dimples sinking in, gathering the blush on her cheeks into two dewy peach blossoms.

The smile spread from the corners of her lips to the depths of her eyes, but froze abruptly when it reached the depths of her pupils, transforming into a faint, cold star, like honey laced with poison in a glass goblet. The moment she lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes wove butterfly-wing-like shadows beneath her eyelids, concealing the fleeting calculation in her eyes.

Her fingertips unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt, creating fine folds in the moon-white silk dress. But when she looked up at Shi Feiyang, she suddenly relaxed her grip, revealing a smile more enchanting than the moonlight. She sweetly said, "Big brother always likes to joke..."

Her voice was sickeningly sweet, clinging to the fragrance of osmanthus in the evening breeze, but as she turned, her tongue gently pressed against her back teeth, crushing that false sweetness into dust. Seeing this, Shi Feiyang laughed loudly and reached out to grasp Li Muxue's soft hand.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, but the moment they touched his palm, she instinctively curled up like a frightened little animal.

Shi Feiyang decisively said, "Let's go back to Shaolin to investigate the case."

His voice carried an undeniable power as he led her toward the white horse tethered to the ancient locust tree.

The moon rises above the willow branches, its clear light bathing the desolate path.

Shi Feiyang suddenly bent down, wrapped his arm around Li Muxue's knees, and gently lifted her up. She gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, her nose filled with his crisp scent, mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder.

She whispered reproachfully, "Big brother!" But her cheeks involuntarily flushed red, and she said shyly, "Put me down, I can mount the horse myself."

Shi Feiyang said with affection and a smile, "In my brother's arms, there is the best saddle." With a light tap of his toes, he lifted Li Muxue and flew lightly onto the horse.

The white horse, seemingly possessed, let out a soft neigh, shattering the moonlight. He placed the reins in her hand, but his arm slipped around her waist, encircling her body tightly.

Li Muxue nestled in his arms, feeling the steady heartbeat of his chest.

She turned her head, her nose almost touching his chin, and said in a voice as sweet as honey, "Brother, do you think the peach blossoms at Shaolin Temple are in bloom yet? This time last year, I was with my senior brother..."

She paused at the right moment, her eyes misting over, and said sadly, "If it weren't for meeting my elder brother, I don't know where Muxue would be now."

Shi Feiyang lowered his head, the moonlight outlining her stunning profile, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye faintly visible in the night. His heart stirred slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously tightened the arms around her waist, promising, "With your older brother here, I will never let you suffer any more grievances."

Li Muxue nodded gently in his arms, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

A white horse galloped swiftly under the moonlight, its hooves startling the birds roosting in the forest.

Inside the Sutra Repository of Shaolin Temple on Mount Song, the candlelight flickered, reflecting off Shi Feiyang's glass-like skin and casting a pale blue hue over the surrounding ancient scrolls. His fingertips lightly brushed over a tattered page of the Lankavatara Sutra, suddenly stopping at the corner with auspicious cloud patterns—there, a Turkic wolf head totem drawn with living human blood was faintly visible under Ming Yugong's blue light.

"What a vicious method of the 'Heart-Eating Gu'!" Shi Feiyang sneered, his fingertips forming ice crystals that touched the tattered page. Green smoke instantly rose up as he said angrily, "The Heavenly Wolf Guard wants to use Shaolin to incite the killing intent of Mount Hua."

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from behind the pillars, and a gray-robed monk, wielding a monk's knife, lunged forward, making hoarse noises, his eyes bloodshot. The Beggar Clan elder, Iron Crutch Li, exclaimed, "It's Senior Brother Liao Chen from the Bodhidharma Academy! Chief, be careful, this man's martial arts are extremely powerful!"

Instead of retreating, Shi Feiyang advanced, his glassy skin swirling with suction force. His "Shifting Flowers and Jade" divine skill redirected Liao Chen's sneak attack. Immediately afterward, Shi Feiyang unleashed a move called "Stick to Pick Up a Mangy Dog"!
He swung his emerald green dog-beating stick diagonally, striking Liao Chen's wrist squarely. The monk's knife flew from his hand, embedding itself in the roof beam, which knocked off a piece of plaster, revealing a wolf-head secret message hidden behind it. The monk Liao Chen roared and pounced, a needle mark clearly visible on his neck—the mark of the Heavenly Wolf Guard's "Heart-Turning Gu."

"Amitabha!" Master Wuran chanted, wielding his staff and striking down, but suddenly changed direction mid-air, pointing the staff directly at Shi Feiyang, angrily questioning, "Why pretend, Chief Shi? This poison is clearly a secret recipe of the Beggars' Sect!"

Shi Feiyang dodged to the side, his dog-beating stick flashing out in a move called "Vicious Dog Blocks the Road," deflecting Wu Ran's staff three feet away. He calmly countered, "Master, do you know that this 'Thousand-Mile Soul-Chasing Gu' reveals its true form upon encountering Buddhist light?"

He activated the Bright Jade Technique, his skin as clear as ice, and he even refracted the candlelight into a seven-colored Buddha light.

Countless red lines burst forth from Monk Liaochen's body, twisting into the shape of a wolf's head in the Buddha's light—the unique Gu poison mark of the Heavenly Wolf Guard.

The candlelight of the Gu poison suddenly burst into flames, casting flickering light on Shi Feiyang's glass-like profile. His fingertips brushed across the auspicious cloud patterns on the tattered pages of the Lankavatara Sutra, then stopped abruptly in a corner untouched by moonlight: there, the blood totem, activated by Mingyu Gong, glowed with an eerie red light, twisting as if it were alive.

Shi Feiyang cursed, "Truly vicious to the extreme." A wisp of icy mist suddenly rose from his sleeve, and the moment the ice crystals condensed from his fingertips touched the blood pattern, the entire page of scripture sizzled, and a wolf's head phantom materialized in the rising green smoke.

Li Muxue subconsciously gripped Shi Feiyang's sleeve, but her fingertips cleverly hooked towards the secret letter at his waist. She exclaimed, "Brother, how could this totem..." Her eyelashes trembled violently, and a faint trace of greed flashed in her eyes.

Suddenly, the beam creaked under the weight, and a gray-robed monk burst down from the wood, his dagger whistling like thunder as it struck Shi Feiyang in the back.

Before Tieguai Li could even raise his iron staff, Shi Feiyang had already spun around, his smooth skin drawing a half-moon shape as he turned, and roared, "Well done!"

The emerald green dog-beating stick emerged like a nimble snake from its hole, drawing a tricky arc in mid-air as it unleashed the move "Stick to Pick Up the Mangy Dog"! The tip of the stick precisely struck the numb tendon in Chen's wrist, and as the monk's knife flew out of his hand, the back of the blade struck the carved part of the roof beam.

"Crack!" The peeling plaster crumbled down, revealing a secret message nailed shut with wolf-head iron nails. Suddenly, black blood seeped from the needle hole in the monk's neck, his eyes burned red, and ignoring the pain of his severed wrist, he opened his mouth and bit at Shi Feiyang's throat.

"Big brother, be careful!" Li Muxue rushed forward, seemingly blocking Shi Feiyang, but in reality, the poisoned needle in her sleeve was already pressed against his vital point on the waist. However, it was instantly blocked by the protective ice shield emanating from Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong.

As Shi Feiyang dodged to the side, he grabbed her waist with his left hand and spun her around. He then used his dog-beating stick to execute a move called "Vicious Dog Blocks the Way," sweeping the martial monk back three feet. He then hurriedly said, "Muxue, step back!"

His tone was anxious, but he didn't notice the coldness of the woman's fingertips in his arms. In an instant, Shi Feiyang suddenly activated the Mingyu Gong to its limit, and his glassy skin became transparent as ice, which actually gathered the candlelight on the four walls into a seven-colored Buddha light.

"Look carefully!" he roared, flicking his sleeve and unleashing a bolt of Buddhist light that swept across the monk and Master Wuran like a bolt of lightning. As blood splattered, the monk roared as his body cracked and turned into a rain of blood. Master Wuran, however, regained his senses in the Buddhist light and, staring at the blood on his hands, knelt down in horror.

As Shi Feiyang finished his practice, Li Muxue had already hidden the secret letter in her sleeve. She turned and threw herself into his arms, secretly wiping the poison off the needle with her fingertips. "Brother, are you alright?" she asked with concern. She looked up through her tear-filled eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said tremulously, "That really scared me to death..."

Shi Feiyang gently pushed her away, his gaze falling on the blood totem on the stone wall. He said angrily, "How dare the Heavenly Wolf Guard use such vicious Gu techniques to control the high monk..." Before he could finish speaking, Li Muxue interrupted him. She stood on tiptoe to wipe the blood droplets from his cheek. As her fingernails scratched his throat, she said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "No matter what, as long as I'm by my brother's side, Muxue is not afraid of anything."

However, Li Muxue also discovered that no matter what sharp weapon she used, as long as it touched Shi Feiyang's skin, a protective ice shield would rise around his body. She was secretly amazed, secretly panicked, and secretly astonished: What kind of martial art is this? So amazing! It can actually protect the body naturally!
Tieguai Li suddenly exclaimed, "Chief! Watch out!"

Immediately afterward, He Qianshan's furious roar suddenly rang out from mid-air: "Shi Feiyang, you dog thief, you stole my junior sister, take your life!" With a fierce shout, He Qianshan pounced out from behind the pillar like a mad tiger. The dagger in his hand was coated with a deep blue poison, and his moves were extremely ruthless, each strike aimed directly at Shi Feiyang's back.

Li Muxue cried out and stepped in front of Shi Feiyang. Her longsword and dagger clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang. "Senior Brother He, how could you..." Her voice carried just the right amount of shock and heartache, but a hint of urging flashed in her eyes.

Seeing this, He Qianshan launched an even fiercer attack, his dagger transforming into countless cold stars, a desperate tactic that disregarded his own safety and led to mutual destruction.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his fair skin rippled with icy blue patterns, and cursed, "Stubborn fool!" He dodged the dagger to the side, unleashing a "Viewing the Vast Ocean" strike, his palm like lightning, striking He Qianshan squarely in the chest. He Qianshan coughed up blood, staggering backward, but his eyes blazed with a crazed light as he retorted, his mind clouded, "I'm wicked? Do you know she..."

"Shut up!" Li Muxue suddenly thrust out her sword, not at Shi Feiyang, but diagonally across He Qianshan's throat. He Qianshan's eyes were filled with disbelief. He looked at Li Muxue, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only made a "hoarse" sound, fell to the ground, and died.

Shi Feiyang asked in astonishment, "Muxue, He Qianshan is your senior brother, you..."

Li Muxue turned around, her face still wet with tears, and said calmly, "Brother, he has fallen into demonic possession. Keeping him around will only bring trouble."

She approached Shi Feiyang, gently took his hand, and suggested, "Let's leave quickly; this place is not safe to stay any longer." Her fingertips were icy cold, but her palm trembled slightly.

As we left Shaolin Temple, the sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Li Muxue nestled beside Shi Feiyang and whispered, "Brother, do you still remember what you said to me when we first met?" Shi Feiyang looked at her eyelashes, which were wet with morning dew, and his heart stirred. He said, "Of course I remember. I said that the world is dangerous and that you should be careful."

“Yes,” Li Muxue chuckled, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She repeated, “The world is dangerous, and people’s hearts are even more dangerous. Brother, you must be careful when you travel the world in the future, especially be wary of people like He Qianshan.”

Shi Feiyang nodded, picked up Li Muxue, and leaped onto his horse.

The morning dew from her temple fell onto the back of his glassy hand, instantly freezing into ice crystals.

"Brother, look at this mist, it looks like..." Her voice was sweet and cloying, but her fingertips quietly traced his handsome cheek, leaving an icy mark. She was surprised: she hadn't expected his face to be so impervious to swords and spears!
Surprised, she said softly, "It's just like the bewitching smoke of the Heavenly Wolf Guard!" Shi Feiyang looked down at her eyelashes, which were damp with the morning mist, and his heart stirred slightly. But then he saw the group of martial monks led by Master Wuran coming from afar, their footsteps breaking through the morning frost.

They rode straight to Mount Tai to continue their investigation.

As dawn broke through the thin mist, the sixty-four command flags of Lingxiao Palace on Mount Tai were dyed golden-red. Zhang Yu, the leader of the "Tai Chi Sword" sect, was leading his disciples in practicing the Tai Chi Sword Technique when suddenly, the Tai Chi formation composed of the sixty-four command flags reversed. Zhang Yu coughed up black blood and screamed, "Someone replaced the wolf-eye stone carving at the core of the formation!"

His words came to an abrupt halt as a wolf-head poison needle was found lodged in his throat.

Shi Feiyang struck the ground with his dog-beating stick, shattering the stone carving and revealing a secret passage drawn on the skin of a living person.

He dismounted, his emerald green dog-beating stick slamming against the stone steps, knocking off the thousand-year-old bronze bell on the archway. He roared, "Yue Huiqun, you dog thief! Since you dared to replace the wolf-eye stone carving of the Tai Chi Formation, why don't you show yourself?"

Before the words were finished, a cloud of blood suddenly rose from the Tai Chi formation.

Yue Huiqun emerged from behind the command flag in his purple robes, his longsword gleaming in the wind—the very "Thirteen Swords of the Gale" from the Huashan Sword Sect. Veins bulged at his temples, the tip of his sword pointing directly at Shi Feiyang, as he roared, "You damned Beggar Clan scoundrel! You've ruined my plans time and time again! Did the Huashan Sect have a grudge against you in a past life? Humph!"

Shi Feiyang sneered, "Why does Sect Leader Yue need to put on airs?" His glassy skin revealed icy blue patterns as he mocked again, "From Shaolin's blood totem to Wudang's human skin map, is the Heavenly Wolf Guard's seal still in your sleeve?"

Yue Huiqun's pupils contracted sharply, and the Thirteen Swords of Gale were unleashed once more. The first sword, "Gale Swift Sword," tore through the air; the second, "Rain of Pear Blossoms," covered all of Shi Feiyang's vital points; and the third, "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds," aimed straight for his throat!

The three sword strikes were as fast as lightning, and the wind from them sent pebbles flying everywhere, leaving three deep, bone-revealing sword marks on the stone steps.

Instead of retreating, Shi Feiyang advanced, wielding his dog-beating stick in a move called "Stick Picking Up a Mangy Dog," accurately striking Yue Huiqun's wrist. The instant the longsword left his hand, Yue Huiqun pulled thirteen poisoned needles from his sleeve, forming a wolf's head shape as he shot them towards Li Muxue, viciously cursing, "You little bitch, die with me!"

"Oh no!" Li Muxue exclaimed and fell into Shi Feiyang's arms. She seemed panicked, but her fingertips had already hooked the poisoned needle.

Shi Feiyang spun around to avoid her, and with a flourish of his dog-beating stick, he unleashed a move called "Vicious Dog Blocks the Road," sending Yue Huiqun flying back three feet. He then said anxiously, "Muxue, don't be afraid," unaware of the cold glint in the sleeve of the woman in his arms.

Seeing that the poisoned needle had failed, Yue Huiqun roared and gripped the "Soul-Chasing Sword," its blade gleaming with a ghostly blue, clearly having been coated with a potent poison. He arrogantly declared, "Shi Feiyang, taste the true strength of my Huashan Sword Sect! Today, you must die! Otherwise, it will be an injustice to Heaven!" His upgraded version of the Thirteen Gale Swords, "Gale and Rain," was unleashed with a thunderous roar. Thirteen sword shadows enveloped Shi Feiyang like ghosts, each sword carrying a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly: "All martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin. Master Wuran is here. It is not your place, Yue Huiqun, to commit evil with martial arts!" Mingyu Gong was activated to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of the Ice Soul Cold Prison" realm, and his glassy skin was as transparent as ice.

He gently pushed Li Muxue away, and the Dog-Beating Stick suddenly grew three feet longer, unleashing the most exquisite move of the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, "No Dogs Under Heaven"! In an instant, the stick's shadow appeared in all directions, and the force caused the command flags to break and the broken stones to rise into the air, forming an impenetrable wall in mid-air.

"Impossible!" Yue Huiqun exclaimed repeatedly. His sword shadow was shattered by the wind from the staff, his tiger's mouth was cracked, and blood dripped onto the wolf-head command flag.

Shi Feiyang lunged forward, the tip of his staff lifting the wolf-head token from Yue Huiqun's waist, and angrily questioned, "Yue Huiqun, do you still recognize this half of the token?"

The moment the token hit the ground, Yue Huiqun suddenly tore open his shirt, revealing a wolf head tattoo on his chest, and roared to the sky: "Long live the Heavenly Wolf Guard!" He laughed wildly and clapped his hands, black blood seeping from his palms, and said sinisterly: "Shi Feiyang, come to hell with me!"

This was the "Blood Sacrifice Technique" of the Heavenly Wolf Guard, using their own blood to activate the poison. Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank sharply, and a vortex of suction force emanated from his glassy skin, drawing all the black blood into his palm. Suddenly, he unleashed the "Evil Blood Calamity" divine skill!
A burst of red light erupted from his fingertips, and Yue Huiqun screamed as he flew backward, his body rapidly withering until he was a dried-up corpse, though the wolf head tattoo on his chest grew even more crimson. Morning mist swirled around the Jade Emperor Peak of Mount Tai, and Shi Feiyang's glassy skin shimmered with a warm glow in the dawn light.

Li Muxue stared at the deerskin pouch that was faintly visible at his waist, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the sash of her skirt—it contained a secret letter that could shake the headquarters of the Heavenly Wolf Guard, and in her sleeve, she also concealed an undelivered poisoned needle. "Brother, the battle at Tongguan is urgent..." Her voice trembled just right, but her gaze greedily swept over Shi Feiyang's hand that was around her waist.

The skin of her hand was translucent like jade, and when she channeled her inner energy, a subtle vortex of suction appeared, causing the cuff of her sleeve, where she concealed poison needles, to tremble slightly. Shi Feiyang interrupted her with a smile, gently lifting her chin with his fingertips, and said with affection and a smile, "Does Muxue know that the sunrise at Mount Tai and the snow and moon over Mount Tian are known as the two most magnificent sights in the martial arts world?" With a flick of his wrist, a ball of flame-like feathers suddenly flew out of his deerskin pouch, transforming into a giant crimson bird in mid-air.

The bird had a wingspan of several meters, and its tail feathers flowed like rosy clouds; it was indeed the "Vermilion Bird," a divine bird.

Li Muxue exclaimed in surprise and instinctively hid in Shi Feiyang's arms.

This wasn't entirely a pretense—while the Turks had gyrfalcons, they had never seen such a divine bird. She felt the steady heartbeat of Shi Feiyang's chest, his crisp scent lingering around her nose, yet her mind raced: if she could use this bird to directly attack Chang'an…

The sound of the Vermilion Bird flapping its wings was like the beating of war drums, carrying the two of them straight into the sky.

Looking through the silk curtains of the tent, Li Muxue saw a sea of ​​clouds surging beneath her feet, resembling the vast expanse of green waves on the Turkic steppe. Yet, this beautiful scene sent a chill down her spine—she remembered the leader's orders before she left: "If you gain Shi Feiyang's true heart, use the 'love potion' to control him; if you fail, take his life."

"What are you thinking about?" Shi Feiyang's voice came from behind, tinged with a hint of mockery.

He had untied her hair at some point, and her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, contrasting beautifully with his glassy skin.

Li Muxue turned around, forcing a smile, and said, "I'm afraid this divine bird won't listen!" But she met his deep eyes.

Under the sunlight high in the sky, those eyes presented a strange spectacle of ice blue and amber intertwined, as if they could see through people's hearts.

"Brother, you jest," Li Muxue hurriedly explained, lowering her eyes to hide the panic in them, and stammered, "I was just thinking of Senior Brother He... If he could know what I've done today..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang suddenly tightened his grip on her waist. As if sensing its master's intention, Zhuque suddenly swooped down, startling Li Muxue into screaming and clinging tightly to his neck.

"Don't be afraid," his voice whispered in her ear, carrying a strange, comforting power, "With me here, where in the world can't you go?"

After an unknown amount of time, the Vermilion Bird slowly descended to the summit of a snow-capped mountain. Shi Feiyang carried Li Muxue into the ice cave, where countless luminous pearls were embedded in the cave walls, illuminating the interior as if it were daytime.

What's even more surprising is that red candles and wedding tents had already been prepared inside the cave, clearly indicating that preparations had been made in advance.

Li Muxue's heart pounded like a drum. She asked nervously, "Brother, what is this…?" Her hand involuntarily reached into her sleeve. The poisoned needle was still there, but her fingertips trembled—she had never imagined this charade would become reality.

Shi Feiyang ignored her panic, removed her night clothes, and said jokingly, "I know you have feelings for me, and I have feelings for you too!" His voice was deep and gentle, but he said seriously, "But my wife can only be someone who truly loves me."

Li Muxue shuddered and abruptly looked up at him. She saw a strange blush rising on his fair skin. "You..." she began, but his lips silenced her. The kiss carried an irresistible force, yet was so gentle that it gradually broke down her defenses.

As the red candle burned out, Li Muxue curled up in Shi Feiyang's arms, gazing absently at the wind and snow outside the cave.

Shi Feiyang picked her up and jumped into the tent on Zhuque's back. Zhuque let out a long cry and flew to Luoyang.

Li Muxue suddenly exclaimed, "Husband, where are we going? Aren't we supposed to be at Tongguan?" She sensed that the direction was wrong.

Shi Feiyang was simply captivated by her beauty and remained silent.

A sudden evening breeze stirred up the Vermilion Bird's feathers. Shi Feiyang, with Li Muxue in his arms, stepped through the setting sun and gracefully landed at the window on the third floor of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

His fair skin glowed warmly in the twilight. Gazing at the sunset shadows behind the woman's temples in his arms, he suddenly laughed loudly, "Mu Xue, look at the lights of Luoyang City, aren't they more beautiful than the stars in the sky?"

Li Muxue nestled against his chest, her fingertips subtly brushing against the wolf-head whistle at her waist.

"Whatever my husband says goes." Her voice was sweet and cloying, but a faint glint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

Ever since Shi Feiyang struck her acupoints atop Mount Tai, the Turkic blood within her has been clamoring day and night, urging her to escape this glass cage.

Inside the pavilion, the eight elders of the Beggars' Sect and the leaders of various sects were already waiting. Iron-Crutch Li stepped forward, his cane striking the ground and shaking dust from the beams. He respectfully greeted them, "Sect Leader, Madam, the traitors from Shaolin, Songshan, Huashan, and Taishan have been eliminated, but what about the Tongguan secret passage…?"

"The entrance to the secret passage is..." Shi Feiyang's words suddenly stopped. A beggar covered in blood burst open the door, a broken bowl shattering into dust in his hand, and said in a panic, "Chief! An Lushan's rebel army has broken through Hulao Pass, and the Tianlang Guard is digging the Tongguan secret passage!"

Shi Feiyang suddenly stood up, his fair skin instantly turning a deep, icy blue that reflected a chilling light throughout the room. He decisively declared, "All sects, follow me to break the formation! Beggar Clan disciples, set up the 'Eight Bags Nine Jars' formation!" Before he finished speaking, another disciple staggered upstairs, blood gushing from his throat, and cried out in terror, "Chief... the Iron Palm Clan... has surrounded us..."

"Iron Palm Clan?" Master Wuran exclaimed in surprise, slamming his staff heavily on the ground. He then questioned, "How did they know that Drunken Immortal Pavilion was the headquarters of the Beggar Clan?" Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Li Muxue's slightly trembling fingertips. He sneered, "The traitor will be revealed."

His voice was as cold as iron, and the emerald green dog-beating stick gleamed coldly in his palm. He said mockingly, "Let the traitor Zhou Xingren see the Beggar Clan's Dog-Beating Stick Technique first!"

Downstairs, Zhou Xingren, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, held a black iron whip, its barbs gleaming a dark blue in the torchlight. Behind him, Wu Jixiong, the deputy leader and "Mountain-Splitting Axe," cleaved the bluestone slabs of the ground with his giant axe. Zheng Qingbiao, the deputy leader and "Invincible Iron Legs," shook the beams and pillars with his iron legs.

"Shi Feiyang! You bastard, you finally dare to come back!" Zhou Xingren's iron whip suddenly grew three feet longer, shattering the second-floor railing as he threatened, "Hand over the Wolf Head Token, and I'll spare your Beggar Clan's corpse!"

With a light tap of his toes, Shi Feiyang used the technique "Concealing One's Body and Name," his figure flashing like a startled swan to the center of the street. His glassy skin was as transparent as ice in the night. With a flick of his palms, he deflected Zhou Xingren's iron whip.

Shi Feiyang landed on both feet and mocked, "What a 'Iron Whip Kills' move!" He swung his dog-beating stick in a move called "Stick Picks Up the Mangy Dog," accurately hitting Zhou Xingren's wrist, and then cursed, "What a pity you followed the wrong master!"

Zhou Xingren felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the iron whip flew out of his hand, only to suddenly explode in mid-air, sending countless poisonous needles in the shape of a wolf's head shooting towards Shi Feiyang's face.

Shi Feiyang sneered and used the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill! With a flick of his palms, all the poison needles were driven into Wu Jixiong's giant axe, actually spelling out the four characters "Blood Washing the Central Plains" on the axe surface.

Master Wuran's staff and Tieguai Li's iron crutch pressed down on Zhou Xingren's shoulders. "Thump!" Zhou Xingren could not bear the weight and immediately knelt on the ground, his knees cracked and he cried out in pain. A group of Beggar Clan disciples came over and bound Zhou Xingren with iron chains.

The Iron Palm Gang's thugs, each wielding a weapon, rushed to rescue Zhou Xingren. Shi Feiyang, still using his "Shifting Flowers and Jade" skill, flicked and guided his palms, causing the Iron Palm Gang's thugs to collide with each other, each one bleeding from the head and dizzy.

"You're asking for death!" Wu Jixiong roared and swung his axe at Shi Feiyang, the wind from the axe sending stones flying everywhere. Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor evaded, but instead used his Dog-Beating Stick to perform a move called "Vicious Dog Blocks the Way," deflecting the giant axe three feet away. At the same time, he struck out with his left palm, hitting Wu Jixiong squarely in the chest.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang mercilessly unleashed the "Evil Blood Calamity" divine skill! Taking advantage of Wu Jixiong's vomiting of blood, the red light at his fingertips surged, and Wu Jixiong screamed and flew backward, vomiting blood again. His body quickly withered and eventually shrank into a dried corpse.

Seeing this, Zheng Qingbiao kicked Shi Feiyang with his iron leg like a whirlwind, creating a deep pit in the ground.

Shi Feiyang used the mysterious lightness skill of "hiding one's body and name", his figure appearing and disappearing in the night. He wielded the Dog-Beating Stick and made a move called "No Dogs Under Heaven". In an instant, shadows of the stick appeared all around Zheng Qingbiao, twisting Zheng Biao's iron legs until they were torn and bleeding.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang caught a glimpse of a pink shadow flashing past the third-floor window. Li Muxue was clinging to the Vermilion Bird's feathers, a resolute glint in her eyes.

"Twilight Snow!" He was shocked and exclaimed. His dog-beating stick move faltered, and Zheng Qingbiao's iron whip struck his shoulder.

However, the moment the whip tip touched the glassy skin, it was suddenly pulled in by a vortex of suction.

A cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes as he activated "Shocking Calamity," his icy gaze sweeping over Zheng Qingbiao. "Crack!" Zheng Qingbiao was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, then shattered into countless ice shards. The remaining members of the Iron Palm Gang scattered in terror, vanishing in an instant.

Shi Feiyang, disregarding the pursuit of the remaining enemies, leaped up to the third floor, only to find Li Muxue's wolf-head token, still warm from her fingertips. The token's back was engraved with a line of small characters: "Tongguan Secret Pass, Break the Formation at Moonrise."

He gripped the token tightly, and the icy patterns on his fair skin gradually spread. After a moment's thought, he whispered, "Iron-Crutch Li! Come here!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Tieguai Li responded, rushing over with his crutch, his face turning ashen when he saw the token.

The setting sun, like blood, spilled across the walls of Luoyang.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the battlements, his fair skin glowing warmly in the twilight, like a piece of fine white jade.

He gazed at the distant beacon fires, then suddenly burst into loud laughter, the sound so loud it made the copper bells on the eaves jingle. Then, it abruptly turned into a long sigh, drawing the attention of the beggars below the city walls. This was exactly what was known in the martial arts world as "a madman who is good at both crying and laughing," and only those who care about the common people could possess such true feelings.

"Pass down the order," he suddenly said, his smile vanishing, his voice piercing through the clamor of the bloody battle, carrying an undeniable authority as he addressed Tieguai Li: "The elite of the Beggars' Clan, follow me straight to Tongguan and cut off An Lushan's rebel army's supply lines! The rest of you, divide into three groups to eliminate the remnants of the Iron Palm Clan and seal off the nine gates of Luoyang!"

Tieguai Li bowed and accepted the order. Master Wuran led the group of martial monks to put their palms together in a respectful bow and said, "Amitabha, well done! Well done! Chief Shi is a man of chivalry and righteousness. We Shaolin disciples are willing to follow you."

Shi Feiyang nodded and said, "Thank you for your support, Master!" His gaze swept over the disciples, and then he suddenly lowered his voice and said to Tieguai Li, "Elder Li, do you still remember the map of the Western Regions that the Beggars' Sect's spies sent back three years ago?"

Tieguai Li was taken aback, then realized what he meant and asked in a low voice, "Does the leader mean..." A glint of light flashed in Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes, and he nodded slightly.

Unbeknownst to anyone, he had already concealed three wolf-head darts made of cold iron in his sleeve, the darts engraved with intricate Turkic incantations.

Suddenly, a deafening battle cry erupted from outside the city. Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, unleashing his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill, his figure leaping onto the city wall like a startled swan. He saw a dark mass of rebel soldiers surging in like a tide, their leader a general clad in black iron armor, wielding a long, swift-firing saber—none other than An Lushan's adopted son, Li Zhu'er. This man possessed uncanny agility, having trained in the Turkic Wolf Guard, and was known in the martial world as "Ghost Shadow."

"Shi Feiyang!" Li Zhu'er's voice was hoarse like an owl's as he pointed his long sword at the city wall and roared, "My adoptive father has decreed that whoever presents your head will be rewarded with a thousand gold pieces and ennobled as a marquis!" The rebel soldiers behind him shouted in unison, their torches illuminating Luoyang as if it were daytime, making Shi Feiyang's fair skin appear icy blue. Seeing this, Shi Feiyang laughed loudly, "Well done, An Lushan! He's raised a fine dog!"

He turned to Tieguai Li and said, "Elder Li, you lead the men to guard the north gate and make sure to stop the main force of the rebel army. Master Wuran, please lead the warrior monks to guard the west gate to prevent the enemy from encircling us." After saying this, he gripped the emerald green dog-beating stick in his hand, leaped off the city wall, and kicked up a cloud of dust.

Seeing that Shi Feiyang dared to take such a risk alone, Li Zhu'er's eyes flashed with surprise, then he sneered, "Shi Feiyang, you have a path to heaven but choose not to, you have no way to hell but choose to come here! Take this!" His movements suddenly quickened, and his long saber transformed into a streak of lightning, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's throat. This strike was as fast as lightning, the "Ghost Shadow Blade" of the Turkic Wolf Guard, which few in the martial world could withstand.

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor avoided. A faint layer of icy mist rose on his glassy skin. With a flick of his palms, he used the "Shifting Flowers and Jade" divine skill, and a vortex suction force caused Li Zhuer's longsword to deviate in a different direction.

"What a brilliant use of leverage!" Li Zhu'er, both shocked and enraged, roared again, his wrist flicking as his longsword traced a strange arc, changing from a slash to a thrust, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's heart. "Well done!" Shi Feiyang howled, his emerald green dog-beating stick spinning in his hand, unleashing a move called "Stick to Pick Up the Mangy Dog," aiming for Li Zhu'er's wrist. Li Zhu'er reacted with lightning speed, his wrist flicking, his longsword twirling in mid-air to deflect the dog-beating stick, while simultaneously launching a flying kick straight for Shi Feiyang's lower body.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, using the profound lightness skill of "Concealing One's Body and Name," leaving a trail of afterimages before vanishing into thin air. Li Zhu'er, having missed his kick, was terrified and hurriedly turned around, only to see Shi Feiyang already three zhang away, his glassy eyes flashing with a cold light as he coldly shouted, "Try the Beggar Clan's Dog-Beating Staff Technique!" With his shout, Shi Feiyang's Dog-Beating Staff transformed into a green rainbow, unleashing the move "Vicious Dog Blocks the Road," directly sealing Li Zhu'er's major acupoints.

Li Zhu'er dared not be careless, wielding his longsword with impenetrable skill, locked in fierce combat with the Dog-Beating Stick. The flashing blades and cudgel created a deafening clang, sparks flying, and countless deep craters were carved into the ground. Li Zhu'er's swordsmanship grew faster and faster, his movements increasingly unpredictable, sometimes nimbly climbing like a monkey, sometimes pouncing like a wolf, making the Beggars' Sect disciples on the city wall tremble with fear.

Shi Feiyang, however, became more and more composed as the fight progressed. His skin, as smooth as ice under the moonlight, was able to continuously absorb the power from Li Zhuer's knife into his body.

He knew that although Li Zhu'er's knife skills were fast, they were extremely energy-consuming. He only needed to wait patiently and he would surely find a weakness.

Sure enough, after more than a hundred rounds, Li Zhu'er's breathing became slightly disordered, and his sword strikes slowed down. "The time to kill the pig is now!" Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he roared. He suddenly changed his move with the Dog-Beating Stick, using a move called "Pushing the Dog Up to the Sky" to strike at the long sword in Li Zhu'er's hand.

Li Zhu'er instinctively parried with his sword, but felt a huge suction force coming from him, and the long sword almost slipped from his hand.

He was terrified and hurriedly tried to snatch it back, but it was exactly what Shi Feiyang wanted.

Shi Feiyang let out a low shout and unleashed the "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade" divine skill! With a flick of his palms, he redirected all of Li Zhu'er's sword energy, while simultaneously kicking out with his left foot, striking Li Zhu'er squarely in the back of the knee. Li Zhu'er lost his balance and staggered backward. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang closed in, his Dog-Beating Stick drawing a graceful arc as he delivered a "Stick Strike on the Dog's Head" strike, slamming it heavily onto Li Zhu'er's helmet.

"Crack!" The iron helmet on Li Zhu'er's head was smashed to pieces, his brains splattered, and he died on the spot.

His body swayed, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Shi Feiyang withdrew his dog-beating stick, and the icy mist on his lustrous skin gradually dissipated, restoring its warm luster.

When the rebel army below the city saw their commander killed, they were thrown into chaos.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang raised his arms and shouted, "The rebels have been defeated! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

The Beggars' Sect disciples and Shaolin monks on the city walls shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and earth. The rebel army, already demoralized, had no will to fight and scattered in all directions, abandoning their armor and weapons. Shi Feiyang, watching the retreating rebels, suddenly burst into loud laughter, his laughter filled with joy and pride.

He turned to the crowd on the city wall and said, "Gentlemen, An Lushan's rebel army is nothing special. As long as we, the men and women of the martial world, work together, what is there to fear about the world not being at peace?" Upon hearing this, the crowd's morale soared, and they shouted, "Chief Shi is mighty!" (End of this chapter)