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

Chapter 112: Caught in an Emotional Whirlpool: Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng Get Jealous
Before they knew it, the Xiongying Society led by Shi Feiyang had been investigating cases in the Jinan area for two months.

In the valley, they looked ahead with a determined light in their eyes. No matter how difficult the road ahead was, they would go on without hesitation. In the past two months, they had experienced countless ups and downs, but they always maintained high morale and firm belief.

Shi Feiyang knows very well that only by finding the missing leaders of the major Shandong martial arts sects can all these mysteries be uncovered, the Xiongying Society be vindicated, and peace be restored to the martial arts world.

Liu Tingting saw Shi Feiyang riding back from afar, and her eyes lit up instantly, with a different light flashing in her eyes. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a perfect smile, with a bit of joy, but also a hint of imperceptible calculation.

She walked forward excitedly with light steps, her posture as graceful as willow catkins dancing in the spring wind.

In the camp, the bonfire flickered, reflecting the anxiously waiting faces of the people.

The surrounding trees swayed gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds, and were also worried about Shi Feiyang's safety.

Tears glistened in Liu Tingting's eyes, which seemed to be filled with worry and joy, but in fact, she was hiding her ulterior motives. There was a perfect sob in her voice: "Brother Feiyang, you're finally back! We were all worried to death." As she spoke, she stretched out her jade-like fingers like onions and tightly grasped Shi Feiyang's reins. Her fingers turned white due to the force, and she seemed to be afraid that he would leave again, but in fact, she was showing her concern for Shi Feiyang in front of everyone, in order to consolidate her position in Shi Feiyang's heart.

Shi Feiyang patted her shoulder gently and comforted her, "It's okay, Tingting, I have found the clues, and we will definitely be able to rescue the leaders of the major sects." His eyes were firm and powerful, giving people a sense of security.

After hearing this, Liu Tingting felt relieved, but then she became worried again, and a barely perceptible cunning flashed in her eyes: "Brother Feiyang, did you encounter any danger when you went out this time?" Her eyes were full of concern, and she wanted to find the answer from Shi Feiyang's face. That concerned look was actually testing whether Shi Feiyang's actions were going smoothly and whether he had found any clues that were unfavorable to him.

Shi Feiyang smiled slightly and shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm fine. But you guys have been guarding here for so long, thank you for your hard work." As he said that, he turned over and dismounted, and walked side by side with Liu Tingting towards the camp in the valley. Their figures looked particularly warm in the sun.

However, Liu Tingting was thinking about her next plan in her mind, how to use Shi Feiyang to achieve her own goals.

Gong Simeng stood in the distance. Her eyes passed through the bustling crowd and she saw Liu Tingting and Shi Feiyang walking together closely.

At this time, dark clouds began to gather quietly in the sky, the sunlight was blocked layer by layer, and the originally bright world was gradually shrouded in haze.

The air around seemed to become sticky, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Gong Simeng's heart felt as if it were being fiercely grasped by an invisible hand, like it was being gnawed by a thousand ants. Pain and jealousy intertwined, nearly suffocating her. Her hands uncontrollably grasped the corner of her clothes, her fingertips so tight that her knuckles turned pale, as if she wanted to tear the corner of the clothes apart to vent her inner pain.

She subconsciously bit her lips so hard that they almost bled, but the piercing pain could not dispel the bitterness in her heart.

Gong Simeng's eyes were fixed on Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting, a couple walking side by side. A fire of jealousy burned in her eyes, almost bursting out. That look seemed to ignite the air. Gong Simeng's heart was like a pot of mixed feelings, with all kinds of complicated emotions surging.

She wondered to herself: What was Liu Tingting's motive, that bitch? She had clearly sent me to lurk around Shi Feiyang, yet she herself was so close to him. Was she suspicious of me? Or had she, too, developed feelings for him?

Her thoughts were in a tangle of confusion, and Gong Simeng could no longer suppress her inner emotions. Her steps stumbled, and she rushed forward like a lost soul.

At this moment, a strong wind blew past, rustling the surrounding trees, as if they were nervous about the impending conflict.

"Liu Tingting, what exactly is your purpose?" Gong Simeng asked harshly, her voice sharp and piercing with excitement, breaking the calm air.

Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting were startled by the sudden roar. Their bodies trembled at the same time, and they involuntarily stopped and slowly turned to look at Gong Simeng. Gong Simeng's cheeks were flushed red like ripe tomatoes, and her chest was heaving violently like surging waves. She asked in a panic, "You asked me to come here, but you are here again. What do you think of me?"

Liu Tingting frowned slightly, her brows twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and secretly cursed Gong Simeng in her heart for ruining her good deeds, but she whispered: "Simeng, calm down first." She secretly groaned in her heart, and was really afraid that the plan of Shenshui Palace would be ruined in Gong Simeng's hands.

Judging from Gong Simeng's out-of-control emotions, I'm afraid that her fake play has become real and she has really fallen in love with Shi Feiyang. This is really a bad thing!
"How can I possibly calm down?" Gong Simeng's eyes were glistening with tears, filled with grievance and anger. Her voice trembled slightly as she questioned bitterly, "I've given so much for you, and you..."

Her voice choked, as if her throat was blocked by something and she couldn't speak anymore.

Shi Feiyang stared at the two incredibly beautiful women with a bewildered expression. His face flushed and blushed, and he looked extremely embarrassed. He was at a loss for what to do, and his hands subconsciously moved slightly at his sides, trying to grab onto something to ease the awkwardness. His eyes were filled with helplessness as he watched the two emotionally agitated women, secretly groaning inwardly, wondering how he had suddenly found himself in such a dispute.

Gong Simeng finally lost control of her emotions. She turned around and hurried away, crying as she walked, tears streaming down her cheeks, completely ignoring the strange looks from those around her. Shi Feiyang was extremely anxious when he saw Gong Simeng leaving. His eyes were full of worry, and he was about to take a step to catch up. However, as soon as he took a step, Liu Tingting grabbed his sleeve tightly.

"Fei Yang, you don't have to go!" There was a hint of uneasiness in Liu Tingting's voice. Her fingers were tightly tugging at Shi Feiyang's sleeve, as if that was her last support. But in her heart, she thought that she must not let Shi Feiyang go to comfort Gong Simeng, so as to prevent Gong Simeng from saying anything that would be detrimental to her.

Shi Feiyang frowned, his eyebrows twisted into a knot. He turned to look at Liu Tingting and said in a firm tone: "Si Meng is very emotional right now. I have to go and see her, otherwise, she might be in trouble."

Liu Tingting bit her lower lip so hard that a row of clear teeth marks were left on it. She responded, "She is always so willful. Even if you try to comfort her, it will probably be of no use." A hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and her dissatisfaction with Gong Simeng became more and more obvious.

Shi Feiyang resolutely broke free from Liu Tingting's grasp. He swung his arms vigorously and said firmly, "No matter what, I can't turn a blind eye to Si Meng's situation." Liu Tingting's face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of hurt flashed in her eyes. She asked loudly, "Shi Feiyang, am I not as important as her in your heart?"

Shi Feiyang stopped, his body stiffened slightly, and he replied calmly: "It's not about whether it's important or not. What Simeng needs now is comfort and care." After he finished speaking, he no longer cared about Liu Tingting, turned around and quickly chased in the direction where Gong Simeng left, leaving Liu Tingting standing there, her eyes full of resentment and unwillingness. She secretly clenched her fists, thinking about how to save the situation and continue to implement her conspiracy.

Liu Tingting stood still, her figure seemed particularly thin in the wind, just like a drifting fallen leaf, weak and helpless.

She watched Shi Feiyang's figure gradually walking away, tears welling up in her eyes. The tears swayed slightly in her eyes and could roll down at any time.

Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. Bright red blood oozed out, standing out against the gloomy sky. Her heart was filled with loss and resentment. At this moment, a faint rumble of thunder echoed in the sky, a "boom" that felt like the heavy background music to this emotional entanglement. The dull thunder echoed through the valley, adding a touch of oppression.

Lie Quan, Jin Liufu, Xiang Kun, Xie Wen and others witnessed this scene and all looked confused.

Lie Quan frowned, his brows twisted into a deep ravine, and asked in confusion, "What on earth is going on?"

The voice was filled with confusion, which seemed particularly clear in the silent atmosphere.

Jin Liufu gently stroked his scalp, his face filled with helplessness, and whispered to himself: "A woman's heart is as deep as the sea!"

His voice was low, with a hint of sigh.

Xiang Kun shook his head and sighed, saying with emotion: "Love is really complicated." His words were full of emotion about the complexity of emotions.

Xie Wen folded his arms and commented thoughtfully, "The entanglement here seems quite serious."

Everyone present looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment, all caught in a fog, unsure of what to do next. Finally, Lie Quan was the first to break the silent deadlock. He cleared his throat and suggested, "It's not a good idea for us to stay here any longer. Let's go back to camp and figure out what to do next." His voice echoed in the air with an unquestionable decisiveness.

Hearing his proposal, everyone nodded in agreement and quickly returned to the camp.

At this time, the sky was getting darker, and the surrounding trees were swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound, whispering of uneasiness.

The sound was like the trees whispering, foreshadowing the impending changes.

Shi Feiyang followed Gong Simeng closely, his steps hurried and hurried, each step was heavy and powerful, and the "bang bang" sound of his footsteps was particularly clear in the silent forest.

Finally, Shi Feiyang caught up with her beside a clear stream.

The gurgling stream, its gurgling sound remarkably clear in the silence, was also apprehensive about the impending quarrel. Shi Feiyang panted and asked, "Si Meng, what on earth is going on?" His tone was filled with anxiety and concern. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and onto the ground.

Gong Simeng turned around and faced Shi Feiyang, her eyes full of anger and grievance. She answered indignantly: "For you, I gave up everything in my past and accompanied you through life and death. Ask yourself, how have I treated you? Now, you are so close to Liu Tingting, are you worthy of me? Is it just because she is the young master of Shenshui Palace? Is it just because she is of noble birth?" Her eyes were filled with tears, which sparkled with crystal light in the sunlight. Her voice trembled with excitement, and every word seemed to carry deep resentment, echoing in the air.

"Si Meng, you misunderstood." Shi Feiyang tried to explain, his hands waving slightly in the air.

He wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

"Misunderstanding?" Gong Simeng sneered, and her laughter was full of bitterness and sarcasm. She asked back, "I saw it with my own eyes, how could this be a misunderstanding? Shi Feiyang, I treat you wholeheartedly, and what about you? Apart from accompanying you in fighting all day long, have you ever had a trace of tenderness towards me?" Her shoulders trembled slightly, and the grievances and anger in her heart poured out like a flood, and her voice was a little distorted because of excitement.

"For you, I betrayed my family, gave up my identity, and wandered around with you, but you treated me like this!" Gong Simeng shouted at the top of her lungs. Her voice echoed in the empty valley, and the "buzzing" echo was full of pain and despair.

The sound was about to tear the silent valley apart.

Shi Feiyang was momentarily speechless, unable to respond. His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. The image of the Sunflower Saint flashed before his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He was torn between two different opinions. On the one hand, Liu Tingting's resemblance to the Sunflower Saint did indeed strike a chord with him; on the other hand, his long and arduous battles alongside Gong Simeng, those days of fighting side by side, had already instilled in him a deep affection for her. In this critical moment, he subconsciously prioritized protecting Gong Simeng.

Seeing this, Gong Simeng turned away angrily. Shi Feiyang had not yet recovered from Gong Simeng's accusations. Not long after, he suddenly heard Gong Simeng's cry for help: "Brother Shi, save me, save me!" This cry for help was like a bolt from the blue, and a "boom" sounded in Shi Feiyang's ears.

Shi Feiyang immediately woke up from his stupor, his heart pounding as he rushed towards the source of the sound. His heartbeat was rapidly accelerating, the "thump, thump, thump" sound of his heartbeat seemed to burst through his chest. His feet were like the wind, and the only sound in his ears was the whistling wind and Gong Simeng's increasingly urgent cries for help.

It turned out that after Gong Simeng turned around and left, she was in an extremely depressed mood and her steps became heavier.

She walked aimlessly into an increasingly dense forest. The trees around her blocked out the sun, making the light increasingly dim.

The thick fallen leaves on the ground were soft to the touch, but also made her steps a little unstable, making a rustling sound.

Just as she was immersed in pain, suddenly, several dark shadows flashed from all directions.

The leading man in black had a black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. He said coldly: "Gong Simeng, we finally found you. Come with us!" His voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

Gong Simeng was startled and took a few steps back cautiously, shouting, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The man in black didn't answer, but simply waved his hand, and several of them formed a fan-shaped formation around her, their footsteps rustling through the fallen leaves. Gong Simeng quickly drew the soft sword from her waist, its blade gleaming with a cold light, but her hands trembled slightly with nervousness. She assumed a defensive stance, her eyes fixed on the enemies around her, her heart beating violently in her chest, the "thump, thump, thump" sound threatening to burst her eardrums.

"Simeng, don't be afraid, I'm coming!" Shi Feiyang shouted loudly as he moved forward quickly. His heart was in his throat, his feet were running fast, and the only sounds in his ears were the whistling wind and Gong Simeng's increasingly urgent cries for help.

Shi Feiyang's mind was filled with ominous thoughts. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his back was already drenched with sweat. The surrounding trees grew denser, and the light grew dimmer, posing a glimpse of endless danger.

The wind whistled through the woods, making a "woooo" sound, like the humming of a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang caught up, but saw Gong Simeng being besieged by several men in black in the woods ahead.

The atmosphere in the woods was eerie and depressing, with light filtering through the gaps between the branches and leaves, creating patches of mottled light and shadow.

The fallen leaves on the ground rustled underfoot, adding to the sense of tension.

Gong Simeng's once neat clothes were now torn in several places, the tattered strips fluttering helplessly in the wind, a testament to her tragic fate. Her hair was no longer as neat as usual, falling slightly messily across her shoulders. Fear spread like a tide in her eyes, a glint of helplessness flickering in them. Her body trembled slightly, and she instinctively shielded herself with her hands.

Shi Feiyang was instantly enraged. His heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, filled with worry for Gong Simeng and anger towards the man in black. At this moment, dark clouds rolled in from the sky, completely obscuring the only ray of light, and the world was plunged into darkness.

A howling wind swept through, causing the surrounding trees to sway and creak, trembling in fear of the impending battle. The wind's shrill sound, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, echoed through the valley, adding a somewhat eerie atmosphere to the fierce battle.

"You villains, let her go!" Shi Feiyang roared suddenly, like the roar of a completely enraged lion. The sound was carried far away by the strong wind, rustling the surrounding leaves, cheering his rage.

Before he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang rushed into the fierce battle like an arrow.

These men in black are killers from the Nether Valley. They are armed with various weapons and their moves are vicious and cruel.

A man in black, wielding a scimitar, unleashed the "Shadow Blade Technique" of the Nether Valley. His figure was erratic, hovering around Shi Feiyang like a ghost. As he swung the scimitar, the blade flashed, forming strange arcs that aimed directly at Shi Feiyang's vital points.

The surrounding air was cut by the strange knife light, making a hissing sound, as if countless poisonous snakes were spitting out their tongues.

Another man in black was holding two hooks and using the "soul-stealing" technique.

He swung his two hooks in both hands, their tips flashing with a cold light, stabbing and hooking with fierce moves, trying to lock Shi Feiyang's body. As the two hooks danced, they brought with them a whirring sound that made people shudder, as if the sound was the call of the god of death.

There was also a man in black holding a long sword, and his sword skills were tricky, which was the "Netherworld Sword Technique".

He used his sword in an unpredictable and erratic manner, sometimes slashing upwards, sometimes stabbing downwards, making it difficult to predict the direction of his attack.

The sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was the prelude to death, and the sharp sound seemed to penetrate people's eardrums.

The other blacks either continued to besiege Gong Simeng or blocked Shi Feiyang's retreat.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly and unleashed the "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens" move from his "Divine Dragon Claw" technique. Instantly, the surrounding air was stirred by an invisible force. A golden light suddenly flashed across the previously dim sky, dazzling like lightning. The light, centered around Shi Feiyang, spread outward, instantly dispelling some of the surrounding darkness. Shi Feiyang's hands shone with a brilliant light, as if enveloped in golden flames. The light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if two golden suns were burning in his hands.

He suddenly raised his arms, and a powerful energy burst out from him and spread out in all directions, making a loud "boom" sound, like a thunderclap in the sky.

The fallen leaves and dust on the ground were instantly swept into the air, flying wildly in the strong wind, forming a chaotic dust curtain.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang's hands danced at an extraordinary speed, leaving a series of blurry afterimages in the air, as if he had really turned into the claws of a divine dragon soaring in the sky.

Its fingers were bent like hooks, and every time it grabbed out, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The sound was like a dragon's roar, shocking people's hearts. The "awoo" dragon's roar echoed in the valley for a long time.

The surrounding trees trembled at the dragon's roar, branches colliding with each other, making crackling sounds, and also felt the intimidation of this powerful force. The black-clad man wielding the scimitar tried to block it with his scimitar, but Shi Feiyang's finger force was so strong that he instantly shattered the scimitar.

With a snap, the scimitar broke into several pieces, but the remaining force, undiminished, pierced the chest of the man in black. Blood splattered, leaving streaks in the air that were particularly glaring in the dim light. Accompanied by the man in black's screams, the scene was extremely tragic.

The man in black with the double hooks wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but Shi Feiyang dodged to the side and moved as nimbly as a leopard. He quickly fought back with both hands, grabbed the double hooks directly, twisted them hard, and the double hooks flew out of his hands with a "crunching" sound.

Then, Shi Feiyang swung his hand, leaving deep finger marks on the black-clad man's chest, and blood flowed out along the finger marks. The black-clad man's screams echoed in the wind, making people shudder. The sound seemed to penetrate the soul and make people shudder.

Seeing this, the man in black wielding the long sword turned around and ran away in fear.

Shi Feiyang shouted, "Roar!" The roar resonated like a mighty bell, shaking the air around him. He thrust his hands forward, and an invisible force surged out like a surging wave, making a whooshing sound that sent the fleeing man in black flying dozens of feet away.

"Bang!" The man crashed into a thick tree trunk, which, unable to bear the weight, cracked with a creaking sound, and died instantly. The trunk swayed a few times under the immense force, and a few leaves slowly fell, silently mourning the brutality of the fierce battle.

The wind was howling and the leaves were rustling, shaking at Shi Feiyang's earth-shaking move.

Shi Feiyang's figure shuttled among the men in black, his eyes firm and cold, just to protect the woman he cared about.

At this time, more and more people in black gave up attacking Gong Simeng and turned to besiege Shi Feiyang.

Gong Simeng's pressure suddenly eased. She took a peek and saw Shi Feiyang coming to the rescue so selflessly. The grievance and anger in her heart immediately disappeared, and the light of hope rekindled in her eyes.

Gong Simeng quickly reminded: "Brother Shi, be careful!"

Although he knew that Shi Feiyang was an unparalleled martial arts master, he couldn't help but remind Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang dodged sideways, avoiding the sneak attack. He grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it hard. With a "crack," the wrist snapped, and the knife fell to the ground with a clang. He then kicked the man, sending him flying through the air before landing heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

While dealing with the man in black, Shi Feiyang asked with concern: "Si Meng, are you okay?"

Gong Simeng responded with emotion: "I'm fine, Brother Shi, be careful!"

Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, reaching out and grabbing with his hands in a dazzlingly fast manner, and twisted the necks of the last few men in black.

"Crackling" sounds rang out one after another, and he pounced on the several men in black who were besieging Gong Simeng, crushing their sternums. The "crunching" sound of bones breaking made people's scalps numb, and pulled out his intestines.

There were bursts of ear-piercing cracking sounds, and all the men in black fell to the ground tragically.

The blood spread on the ground and mixed with the surrounding dust, forming a shocking dark red.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people feel sick.

(End of this chapter)