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

Chapter 116: Exploring the Mystery of the Disappearance of the Sect Leader
The supreme blood coursing through Shi Feiyang's body, like a long-dormant dragon, quietly awakened at this moment, its power surging like an undercurrent, coursing through his meridians. He felt his perception soar like a rocket, the world before him like a dusty bronze mirror, instantly polished, every detail crystal clear. Gong Simeng, on the other hand, frowned, her eyes filled with anxiety and confusion, staring intently at the radiant blue sphere, her long whip unconsciously clenched, revealing her inner unease.

Jin Liufu also had a vigilant look on his face. As a veteran in the martial arts world, facing the unknown weirdness, his eyes revealed a hint of caution. He turned his head from time to time to observe his surroundings, trying to find a clue from the environment.

Xiang Kun's face was slightly pale due to his injuries, and he leaned against the stone wall. Although there was curiosity in his eyes, there was more helplessness and inability to do anything.

Xie Wen, a master of Qinggong, hovered slightly in the air, his gaze sharp as he tried to discern the sphere's secrets from different angles, but could only shake his head helplessly. Meanwhile, Liu Tingting, a cultivator of immortality, had long immersed herself in the exploration of supernatural powers, possessing a keen perception unmatched by ordinary people.

She was dressed in white, standing quietly by the side, like a solitary orchid in a valley.

Her eyes, gazing at the blue ball of light, shone with an all-seeing glint, but her lips were tightly sealed, her expression impassive, showing no urgency to reveal the secret first. In this tense atmosphere, her composure and composure, like the surface of a still lake, revealed her hidden character traits.

Seeing the blue sphere slowly approaching, though at a slow pace, it carried an invisible sense of oppression, like a towering mountain bearing down upon the group. Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, a long and powerful "Huh!" as if drawing all the turbid air from the cave into his abdomen and transforming it into his own strength. He concentrated all his internal energy, his muscles tensing and his body trembling slightly, like a bow poised for release. The Mingyu Gong Qi within him surged like a surging river, emitting a buzzing sound like the fluttering wings of millions of bees.

The dust in the cave was stirred by this zhenqi, as if by an invisible giant hand, and flew up again, rolling wantonly in the air, making the already dim cave even more hazy. Then, Shi Feiyang slowly reached out and touched the blue ball of light.

His arms were firm and steady, as if he could control the world with just one stretch of his hand.

The moment his fingers touched the ball of light, there was a loud "buzz", like the ringing of a huge bell or a sudden thunder, and a huge stream of information poured into his mind like a surging torrent.

Shi Feiyang only felt a sharp pain in his head, as if tens of millions of steel needles were piercing into it at the same time. "Hiss--" He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his body shook a few times, but he relied on his tenacious will to stabilize his body. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, wetting his clothes.

Shi Feiyang discovered that the surface of the sphere presented a series of strange pictures, telling ancient history.

These images include ancient sacrificial rituals, in which a group of people in black robes surround a huge altar. They are hunched over and mutter something in a low and mysterious, buzzing voice, as if coming from the abyss of Hell, carrying endless bewitching power.

The flames on the altar were burning fiercely, making a whooshing sound. The firelight illuminated the face of the man in black robe, making him look particularly eerie.

Mysterious runes flickered with eerie light, sometimes flickering, seemingly imbued with boundless power. Each flicker was accompanied by a whirring sound of electricity, communicating with Shi Feiyang's consciousness. These, along with some horrifying images, foreshadowed the impending doomsday catastrophe for the Shandong martial arts community.

In the picture, the sky is as dark as ink, with lightning and thunder. The sound of thunder is endless. The earth is cracked, and the bottomless cracks are like the mouths of ferocious beasts. Countless martial artists fall down with screams, and the screams of "Ah Ah" echo in Shi Feiyang's mind, which is heartbreaking.

The dim light in the cave flickered more and more violently as these images emerged, trembling with fear of the impending crisis. The entire cave seemed to be shrouded in this mysterious power and plunged into endless fear.

Shi Feiyang observed these images intently, his eyes fixed on the surface of the sphere, as if he wanted to see through it.

His brows sometimes furrowed, twisting into the shape of a Chinese character "川," and sometimes relaxed, as if he were constantly pondering and comprehending. His eyes were firm and focused, as if he were engaging in a silent dialogue with these ancient images.

Suddenly, the figures of those mysteriously missing leaders appeared in the picture.

They were imprisoned in a dark space, their faces filled with pain, despair and struggle.

They were surrounded by a strange blue light, which flickered and made a "sizzling" sound, as if constantly eroding their will.

Shi Feiyang instantly understood the conspiracy of the mysterious organization, the whereabouts of the missing leader, and the terrible secret hidden behind the blue ball of light. These pieces of information were like keys that opened the treasure house of wisdom in Shi Feiyang's heart.

In fact, this blue ball of light is the essence of the ancient evil power, and Li Canfeng is planning to use it to control the entire martial arts world.

The missing leader became the victim of awakening this evil force.

At this moment, the blue sphere began to change under the attack of the top-grade bloodline and Mingyu Gong true qi in Shi Feiyang's body.

It first trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound, and was making its last struggle.

Then it gradually became smaller and the light gradually dimmed, like a candle that was about to go out.

Finally, it turned into a blue ice ball, fell to the ground with a "whoosh", and shattered into pieces with a "pop", with fragments flying everywhere, like a falling blue snowflake.

The dim light in the cave dimmed instantly as the light ball shattered, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief that the crisis was temporarily resolved.

So, Shi Feiyang led the heroes deep into the cave to look for the missing leaders.

The cave was filled with a damp and decaying smell, and the stone walls were covered with moss.

The ground under my feet was slippery and difficult to walk on, and I could hear a "puffing" sound with every step.

They came across a narrow passage with mysterious runes carved into the stone walls on both sides.

The runes emitted a faint light, telling an ancient spell.

The moment they stepped into the passage, the runes suddenly burst out with dazzling brilliance, and with a "boom", it was like a bomb exploding beside them. A powerful suction force came from the depths of the passage, making a "whoosh" sound, as if it was going to swallow them up.

Shi Feiyang immediately mobilized his deep internal strength and planted his legs firmly on the ground, like a pine tree, standing still despite the howling wind.

He loudly warned his companions: "Be careful, this is a trap!" His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the passage.

He quickly inserted the Burmese knife into the ground, and with a "puff" sound, the blade sank into the stone to resist the powerful suction force.

Then, he used the Mingyu Gong, and cold air spread all over his body, making a hissing sound, freezing the light of the rune. The rune was instantly covered with a thick layer of frost to reduce the impact of the suction.

At the same time, Jin Liufu took out a rope from his arms with swift movements. With a "swish", the rope drew an arc in the air, tying everyone together tightly to prevent them from being separated by the suction force.

As he tied them up, he shouted, "Everyone hold on!"

Everyone worked together, gritted their teeth, and fought against the powerful suction.

With the concerted efforts of all the heroes, they finally resisted the powerful suction.

With a "whoosh" sound, everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, with beads of sweat on their foreheads.

They carefully passed through the passage and came to a spacious cave hall.

A mysterious aura permeated the hall. Glowing gemstones inlaid on the walls cast a faint glow, illuminating the entire hall with a dreamlike quality. In the center of the hall sat a massive stone platform, upon which lay the missing leaders. Their faces were as pale as paper, their breath barely audible. Surrounding them was a strange, flickering blue light, emitting a sizzling sound.

After a lot of hard work, Shi Feiyang and his men finally succeeded in rescuing the leaders of various sects who were unfortunately controlled by the mysterious power. These leaders came from different martial arts sects, including Zhao Qingfeng, the leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, who was famous for his Qingfeng Sword Technique. He was dressed in a green shirt and had an elegant face. Although he was weak at the moment, his eyes still showed a sense of determination; Sun Tiezhang, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, who was famous for his Iron Palm Skill, was a burly man with a full beard. After being rescued, he shook Shi Feiyang's hand firmly, his eyes full of gratitude; Qian Wanying, the leader of the Feiying Sect, who was good at the Flying Eagle Body Technique, was agile and had sharp eyes. He clasped his fists to express his gratitude to everyone. Zhou Cangyue, the leader of the Dian Cang Sword School, who was known for his Dian Cang sword technique, wore a long sword at his waist, his face stern, and at this moment he also cast admiring glances at Shi Feiyang and others; Lin Yufeng, the leader of the Bagua Qimen Formation, who was proficient in the Bagua Qimen Formation, held a compass, his expression calm, and he remembered the life-saving grace of everyone in his heart; and Ma Qianli, the leader of the Shenxing Sect, who was famous for his tracking skills, was agile and said excitedly: "Thank you all heroes, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would have lost our lives."

After being rescued, these leaders expressed their deep gratitude to Shi Feiyang, Xiongying Society and the many heroes present.

They were grateful to Shi Feiyang and his allies for bravely stepping forward to rescue them from the control of the mysterious power, enabling them to regain their freedom and restore the dignity and honor of their factions.

For a moment, the cave hall was filled with voices of gratitude, and the friendship among everyone grew deeper during this process of crisis and rescue.

Shi Feiyang returned to the "Jinhui Inn" in Jinan Prefecture. After dinner, he returned to the attic on the third floor.

Entering the attic, one is greeted by an antique pearwood desk, its surface delicately grained and mirror-smooth. Atop it lies a set of exquisitely crafted study accessories: a Hu brush with a sharp tip, each bristle distinct; Huizhou ink, glossy black and faintly fragrant; Xuan paper, pure white and supple; and an exquisitely carved Duan inkstone, its patterns vividly depicted, seemingly telling a story from the past.

Next to the desk was a carved mahogany chair, its back etched with auspicious dragon and phoenix motifs. Its flowing lines and exquisite craftsmanship evoked a noble air. On the wall hung a magnificent landscape painting. The peaks towered into the clouds, shrouded in mist. A waterfall cascaded down the mountain, splashing layers of water. You could almost hear the crisp sound of the flowing water.

On both sides of the painting is a running script couplet with strong and powerful handwriting and sharp strokes. It reads "A chivalrous heart and a righteous courage travel the world, a sword-like courage and a piano-like heart protect the people", which complements Shi Feiyang's identity and ambition.

In a corner of the room, there is an antique bookshelf made of sandalwood, exuding a faint fragrance.

The bookshelf is filled with all kinds of books, including martial arts secrets with old covers that show the vicissitudes of time; there are ancient classics with yellowed pages that record the wisdom of the ancients; there are also some martial arts novels that add a bit of mystery to this attic full of martial arts atmosphere.

There was a low table by the window, on which was placed a zither. The body of the zither was as black as ink, and the strings had a faint luster.

Next to the piano, there are several small tea cups with exquisite flower and bird patterns painted on them. The colors are bright and lifelike.

Shi Feiyang stepped into the shower room, and the warm steam hit his face, slowly dispelling his fatigue.

After bathing, Shi Feiyang dressed in a black robe of fine quality. His tall figure swayed gently in the breeze, his sleeves fluttering, revealing the demeanor of a chivalrous man. His every movement exuded composure and confidence, and his every gesture exuded the aura of a leader.

He stood in front of the window, the window frame was beautifully carved, and he could see the bustling street outside.

The lights gradually dimmed, but the streets were still bustling with people.

In the distance, the nightscape of Jinan Prefecture unfolded like a slowly unfolding ink painting, its quaint buildings scattered in an orderly fashion, its lights dotting the tranquility of the ancient city. Shi Feiyang's gaze darted through the crowd like a hawk, a flicker of thought occasionally flickering in his deep eyes, as if searching for potential danger or recalling the day's experiences. Those thrilling battles and mysteries swirled endlessly in his mind.

The breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, ruffling his hair and making a slight rustling sound.

At this time, the heroes came to Shi Feiyang's attic one after another after bathing and changing clothes.

Gong Simeng has always been thoughtful and took the initiative to walk to the tea table and start making tea.

With deft, gentle movements, she lifted the teapot and slowly poured boiling water into it. The hot water colliding with the tea leaves created a sizzling sound, and the fragrance of the tea instantly filled the air. She gently swirled the teapot, allowing the tea leaves to fully expand, and then poured the tea into each of the exquisite cups, serving tea to the group. Each movement was graceful and natural.

Shi Feiyang looked at Lie Quan gently, with a sincere smile on his face. That smile was like the warm spring sun, warming people's hearts.

He raised his hand, his movements gentle but powerful, and gently patted Lie Quan's shoulder. He said, "Senior Lie, our Shandong branch has grown rapidly and remained stable these days, all thanks to your careful management. Now, please come south with me and continue to build great achievements together."

Shi Feiyang's voice was steady and infectious, and every word seemed to carry inspiring power.

When Lie Quan heard this, his eyes reddened slightly and his excitement was beyond words.

He was a man of deep loyalty and righteousness, utterly devoted to Shi Feiyang and the Xiongying Society. He immediately knelt on one knee, clenching his right fist against his left chest. With a quick, decisive movement, his eyes filled with blazing loyalty and gratitude, he declared, "Thank you, Chief, for your unwavering support. I will serve you wholeheartedly, even if it means death!" His voice was resolute and resonant, echoing throughout the attic.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his movements calm and solemn.

Then he turned his gaze to Jin Liufu and Xie Wen, his eyes full of concern and trust.

He leaned slightly to face the two men and said, "Brother Jin, Brother Xie, the important task of escorting Xiang Kun can only be entrusted to you two and the elders. When we arrive in Suzhou Prefecture, we must find a quiet and elegant house to properly accommodate Brother Xiang. Also, we must not neglect the preparations for the housewarming banquet. We must make it a grand and lavish affair, so that all the heroes of the Jiangnan martial arts world can feel the sincerity and strength of our Xiongying Society."

When Shi Feiyang spoke, his tone was sincere and his eyes revealed his high trust in the two of them.

Jin Liufu and Xie Wen looked at each other. They were both generous and righteous people, and they always resolutely carried out Shi Feiyang's orders.

They clasped their hands together, leaned forward, and responded in unison, respectfully: "Don't worry, Chief, we will do our best to live up to your trust!" Their voices were loud and firm, full of a sense of mission.

After everyone had taken orders and left, Shi Feiyang slowly turned around, his movements neither hurried nor slow, his gaze fixed on Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng. A subtle, gentle smile played on his lips, yet a hint of vigilance lingered deep in his eyes.

He politely asked, "Miss Liu, Miss Gong, now that this business is over, are you planning to return to Liaodong?"

Shi Feiyang's words were polite yet tentative, and he was always on guard against the two of them.

Liu Tingting's steps were graceful and charming, like delicate willow branches swaying in the breeze. She slowly approached Shi Feiyang. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of affection, as clear and moving as autumn water, and her voice as sweet as a yellow oriole. "Master Shi, to be honest, the journey back to Liaodong is long and fraught with danger. I'm worried about encountering the mysterious man associated with Black Wind Village again. If Master Shi could personally escort me, that would be reassuring. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have a rough journey."

After she finished speaking, she bit her lower lip lightly, and her brows revealed a pitiful look that made people feel pity for her.

Liu Tingting's every move was deliberately gentle, trying to impress Shi Feiyang.

Gong Simeng also stepped forward, lowered her head slightly, and spoke in a soft but somewhat uneasy voice, "Brother Shi, although my Young Palace Master has been magnanimous and forgiven my mistakes, the Palace Master of Shenshui Palace has always been strict. I dare not return easily for fear of angering the Palace Master. I beg Brother Shi to be merciful and allow me to find a place to stay with you for a while."

Gong Simeng's words were full of humility and pleading, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes.

Shi Feiyang sighed inwardly, but his face remained calm, his smile still lingering.

He nodded helplessly and responded, "Since the two girls are in such trouble, please come with me."

However, deep down in his heart, he became more and more alert: these two women each have their own thoughts and must have some plans. He needs to be cautious in the future and must not be deceived by their appearance and fall into their trap again.

As night falls, moonlight pours down like mercury, and the silvery moonlight illuminates the earth like daylight.

Lie Quan, Jin Liufu, and Xie Wen, all with serious expressions, escorted Xiang Kun, quietly heading south to Suzhou Prefecture under cover of darkness. The sound of horse hooves was particularly loud in the still night. At first, the "clatter" of hooves was distinctly audible, each one seeming to strike at the heart.

Gradually, the sound of horse hooves faded away and finally disappeared into the boundless night, leaving only silence.

Shi Feiyang, Gong Simeng and Liu Tingting still stayed in the "Jinhui Inn".

The evening breeze of early autumn, with a hint of coolness, is like a pair of gentle hands, caressing everyone's faces, making a "whooshing" sound.

Outside the inn, the leaves began to turn yellow, and the earth was painted with a layer of gold by nature. Occasionally, a few fallen leaves spun lightly in the wind, like golden butterflies, dancing freely in the air, making a rustling sound.

Seeing that Shi Feiyang had agreed to let her travel with Gong Simeng, Liu Tingting bowed and said goodbye gracefully, and they each went back to their room to rest.

The next morning, the sky was gently covered by a thin layer of clouds, like a veil. The sun pierced through the clouds, pouring down in strands, adding a touch of warm brightness to the early autumn scenery.

A gentle breeze rustled the trees along the street, their leaves rubbing against each other, making a soft rustling sound, as if whispering the secrets of the previous night. The mountains in the distance, caressed by the morning light, gradually became clearer, their peaks overlapping and their layers distinct, like a slowly unfolding, elegant ink painting, tranquil and beautiful.

On the streets of Jinan, early risers have already begun their busy day. Street vendors carrying baskets crisscross the streets, their voices echoing: "Fresh fruits and vegetables, cheap!" The fresh fruits and vegetables in their baskets, still drenched in morning dew, shimmer in the sunlight.

The shop assistant was busy sweeping the front of the shop. The broom rubbed against the ground, and the dust raised flew in the sunlight, making a "rustling" sound.

The occasional laughter and lively conversations inject fresh vitality and energy into this quiet morning.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful appearance, there are actually undercurrents surging in the world and dangers are lurking everywhere.

Shi Feiyang, Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng disguised themselves as ordinary businessmen and walked into the lobby on the first floor of the inn to have dinner.

Shi Feiyang, dressed in a simple linen shirt and a conical hat, the brim of which was deliberately pulled low to obscure his iconic features, moved with caution and understated demeanor. Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng, portraying the gentle wives of merchants, walked with a light step, yet their every gesture revealed the heroic spirit of the sons of the underworld.

As soon as they sat down, they heard some people from the martial arts world around them whispering.

"Shi Feiyang and the Xiongying Society have truly accomplished a feat this time, single-handedly rescuing the leaders of all the major Shandong martial arts sects. Their heroism is truly admirable!" A burly man gave a thumbs-up, his face brimming with admiration, his voice booming with the boldness of a man of the underworld. "Yes, but even though Black Wind Stronghold is leaderless and in disarray, there's something strange about it," another shrill voice chimed in. "I hear strange noises are heard coming from the stronghold from time to time, like ghosts howling, sending chills down one's spine. Some have even seen dark shadows flash by, appearing and disappearing mysteriously, quite eerie." These whispers echoed through the hall, drawing the attention of those around them.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang's previously leisurely movements as he picked up the food froze in an instant, his expression suddenly becoming stern and serious, his chopsticks unconsciously pausing in mid-air. He tilted his head slightly, listening intently and calmly, like a cheetah poised for action, keenly capturing every ounce of crucial information.

Someone could only be heard whispering, "From what I've seen, this incident is definitely connected to that lost secret manual. It's said that the manual contains a sinister technique capable of manipulating human minds. If it falls into the wrong hands, the martial arts world will face eternal chaos."

The voice was low and mysterious, and it clearly reached Shi Feiyang's ears amid the noisy background noise in the lobby.

Shi Feiyang's expression became increasingly solemn, like the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds.

He was secretly calculating in his heart, his brows furrowed, his mind a mess of thoughts.

If the problem of this mysterious power and the secret manual is not quickly resolved, the martial arts world will inevitably face a catastrophe. The consequences will be the destruction of countless lives and the collapse of order in the martial arts world. As the leader of the Xiongying Society, he shoulders the heavy responsibility of maintaining peace in the martial arts world. How can he sit idly by?

Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng also keenly noticed the strange atmosphere.

Liu Tingting's eyes moved like the lively autumn water. She exchanged a meaningful look with Gong Simeng. In that look, there was both worry about the current situation and expectation for Shi Feiyang's next move.

The two of them remained silent tacitly.

On the surface, the lobby seemed to be filled with diners chatting about their daily lives, with laughter and the sound of cups and plates clinking one after another.

However, Shi Feiyang keenly felt that there was a turbulent undercurrent beneath this calm.

Everyone's words seemed to hold hidden meanings, and when their eyes met, invisible sparks clashed. A martial arts storm seemed to be quietly brewing, and the air was filled with a hint of tension, like the oppressive heat before a storm.

Shi Feiyang thought to himself that although the Black Wind Village appeared to be leaderless and in chaos, with dilapidated houses, flags swaying in the wind, and chaotic noises emanating from it, it might be hiding many unknown secrets.

There must be countless intricate connections between these secrets and the mysterious book, just like an invisible and huge spider web, where every thread affects the fate of the entire martial arts world. If you are not careful, you will fall into an irretrievable situation.

At this thought, Shi Feiyang's gaze suddenly sharpened like an eagle's. A glint of determination and fearlessness flashed in his eyes, as if it could penetrate the fog and reach the core of the truth. He had made up his mind, resolutely deciding to head for Black Wind Village once again. Even if the road ahead was fraught with thorns and dangers, and every step could lead to a death trap, he would uncover the secrets hidden there and restore peace to the martial arts world.

For the peace of the martial arts world and the safety of countless fellow martial artists, he is willing to go through fire and water.

Stepping into the Black Wind Village again, Shi Feiyang's expression became more solemn, his steps were steady and firm, as if every step was based on his mission.

He walked steadily towards the stone platform where many missing martial arts masters were found before. The air around him seemed to be shrouded in an invisible pressure. It was so quiet that it was suffocating. The only sound was his steady footsteps, "dong dong dong", which were particularly clear in this dead silent environment.

At this moment, the familiar blue light came into Shi Feiyang's eyes again.

In this dim environment, the light seemed particularly dazzling, like a mysterious summons flickering in the darkness, as if urging him to uncover the truth behind it as soon as possible. The light danced, as if it had life, emitting an indescribable attraction.

Shi Feiyang did not hesitate, the true energy in his body surged rapidly, he used the "Ming Yu Gong", majestic and powerful, like a surging ocean, exuding a powerful aura around him, and the air seemed to be filled with a layer of light mist.

He suddenly roared, a roar like a bell, shaking the air around him. With the force of his right palm, like a flash flood, he slammed into the stone platform, unleashing his "Stone-Splitting Palm." A resounding "boom" rang out, like thunder exploding in the eardrums, piercing the eardrums and causing the surrounding ground to tremble slightly.

Cracks appeared on the stone platform, spreading like a spider web.

The force was so great that it smashed the stone platform into pieces, sending stone chips flying everywhere with a crackling sound, revealing a bottomless ancient cave.

A damp and decaying smell hit me in the face, mixed with a sickening stench, as if from the decay of the abyss of hell, making me unable to help but cover my mouth and nose. The smell seemed to have a hint of blood in it, spreading in the air.

Shi Feiyang looked solemn, knowing that this trip was fraught with danger, and immediately assigned two masters, Suzaku and Baihu, to guard the cave entrance.

He looked serious, and his eyes swept over the two auspicious beasts, the Vermillion Bird and the White Tiger, in turn, revealing unquestionable majesty.

He repeatedly emphasized: "We must ensure the safety of Miss Liu and Miss Gong. We must not let them come to any harm!"

The voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the empty Black Wind Village.

Then, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, used the magical light skill of "brush off the clothes and leave when the task is completed", tapped the ground with his feet, and his body was as light as a swallow, and he jumped resolutely into the boundless darkness.

In the pitch-black darkness, he relied on his golden eyes that could see through everything to gradually identify the scene inside the cave with great difficulty.

Inside this unfathomable cave, gold, silver and jewels are piled up like mountains, with faint light flickering on them, telling of the glory of the past.

The weapons shone coldly, revealing a chilling murderous aura. Each one seemed to have been stained with blood and emitted a faint smell of rust.

Food, bows and arrows and other supplies piled up like mountains, enough to support a large-scale war.

At the deepest part of the cave, an ancient box is particularly eye-catching. It is engraved with mysterious runes. The runes flicker with faint light and emit a faint breath, as if guarding some secret.

Next to the box was the legendary ancient book. The cover was yellowed and exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. It seemed to contain infinite power, which made Shi Feiyang's heartbeat accelerate involuntarily, "bang bang bang", and the sound was particularly clear in the silent cave.

Shi Feiyang walked slowly forward, each step carrying tension and anticipation. He walked very lightly, fearing that he would disturb the secrets hidden in the cave.

He carefully flipped through the ancient books and found that they contained detailed records of the techniques of cultivating immortals and how to gradually improve one's immortal power.

Each word seemed to radiate a mysterious light, as if opening a door to an unknown realm, stirring his heart and causing a myriad of thoughts. His fingers gently stroked the pages, feeling the texture of the ancient paper.

Although Shi Feiyang had no interest in cultivating immortals, he was well aware of the importance of these discoveries.

So he opened the Shenlong Pagoda, went in and asked Lark and Bi Yaner for help to move a large amount of supplies to the Shenlong Pagoda.

He explained the situation in detail to the two maids, his voice calm and orderly.

Afterward, Shi Feiyang asked two beautiful maids to reveal the secret of the box. He said helplessly, "I have no interest in cultivating immortality, and I have no magical powers. I can't open this box at all," with a hint of regret in his tone.

The lark smiled, a smile as bright as a flower blooming in spring, and explained, "This is a treasure chest filled with various miniature weapons. Although these weapons are as small as half a fingernail, they will return to their original form once taken out of the treasure chest."

After saying this, the lark took out an iron spear from the treasure chest. As soon as the iron spear left the treasure chest, it instantly transformed into a 10-foot-long spear. With a "whoosh" sound, the magical transformation was breathtaking. The iron spear fell to the ground with a loud "clang".

Shi Feiyang clasped his hands together and bowed to express his gratitude. His movements were quick and decisive, showing the demeanor of a hero in the martial arts world.

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang darted out of the deep cave, displaying his miraculous "Thousand Miles Without Stopping" skill, his figure like a flash of black lightning. Seeing Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng safe and sound at the cave entrance, he gave the immortal cultivation secret book to Liu Tingting.

The moment Liu Tingting saw the secret book, a barely perceptible hint of pride flashed across her eyes, like a cunning fox.

She thought to herself, "Shi Feiyang is truly easy to manipulate. With just a feigned weakness and a few sweet words, he easily handed me this treasure. Now that I have the immortal cultivation manual, I'm one step closer to becoming an immortal. From now on, I'll need to gain more benefits from him." However, Liu Tingting's outward appearance betrayed extreme joy, her eyes gleaming with excitement, and her attitude toward Shi Feiyang softened, filled with gratitude. She hugged him tightly, tears of gratitude welling in her eyes, and choked out her words, "Brother Shi, do you know how much this means to me? This is the treasure I've longed for. You... you are truly my benefactor!"

There was a slight tremor in his voice, as if he was truly moved beyond words.

A sharp pain suddenly surged up from the depths of Gong Simeng's heart, filled with indignation and jealousy.

She bit her lower lip so hard her teeth almost dug into it, secretly resentful. "Liu Tingting has succeeded again. With just her beauty, she has bewitched Shi Feiyang to the point of bewilderment. Shi Feiyang, oh Shi Feiyang, why can't you see through her hypocrisy and keep falling into her traps? I've poured my whole heart into you, but you always turn a blind eye to me, with only Liu Tingting's alluring face in your eyes."

Her eyes were filled with loss and unwillingness. She stared at Liu Tingting and Shi Feiyang, her hands unconsciously clenched.

When Shi Feiyang saw Liu Tingting's excitement, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Liu Tingting's appearance was so similar to the image of the Sunflower Saint he cherished deep in his heart that he felt as if he had seen the woman from the past again, and for a moment he was in a trance. His eyes softened, as if he was lost in distant memories.

Although Shi Feiyang still retained a trace of caution deep in his heart, when he faced Liu Tingting, his emotions were like a wild horse running wild, being pulled uncontrollably by her. He stared at Liu Tingting, his eyes full of tenderness. He gently patted her back and said softly in a low and doting voice, "As long as you like it, everything is fine."

Shi Feiyang knew in his heart that everything he did was of extraordinary significance.

He had initially shown little interest in cultivating immortals, but when he saw Liu Tingting's face, alight with joy, he felt a surge of satisfaction. At that moment, Shi Feiyang was already plotting his next move, pondering how to cleverly utilize the cave's resources to further strengthen the Xiongying Society, and how to fully uncover the secrets hidden behind Black Wind Village and restore peace and tranquility to the martial arts world.

However, he was completely unaware that he had once again fallen into Liu Tingting's carefully arranged plan.

Shi Feiyang was immersed in Liu Tingting's enthusiasm, enjoying this brief and warm moment. But soon, a strong sense of mission came over him, and he resolutely decided to jump into the deep cave again, vowing to uncover the mystery of the mysterious power behind the Black Wind Village.

Gong Simeng's heart was filled with grievance and resentment, but she ultimately prioritized the righteousness of the martial arts world. Concerned with Shi Feiyang's safety and the preservation of peace within the martial arts world, she gritted her teeth and decided to go forward with him. Meanwhile, a subtle sly glint flashed in Liu Tingting's eyes as she secretly plotted how to gain greater benefits for herself on this expedition.

So, Liu Tingting pretended to be determined, with a "determination" light flashing in her eyes, and said, "Brother Shi, I must jump into the deep cave with you to explore, so that I can lend you a hand." Seeing this, Gong Simeng had no choice but to agree. With a hint of loneliness in her eyes, she asked to accompany Shi Feiyang: "Brother Shi, I also want to follow you. In case anything goes wrong, I can help you out.

Shi Feiyang looked at the two of them, feeling helpless, but finally agreed.

The three of them held hands and jumped into the deep cave together. As soon as they entered, the unsettling atmosphere of the cave hit them, as if countless pairs of cold eyes were watching their every move in the darkness.

As we went deeper, the foul and strange smell in the air became stronger and stronger, making people feel nauseous.

Suddenly, a sharp "whoosh" sound broke the silence, and dozens of hidden arrows shot from all directions like black meteors.

Shi Feiyang reacted extremely quickly, instantly invoking the Mingyu Gong. The zhenqi within him surged, and a faint halo enveloped him. This halo, like an invisible yet resilient shield—the "Mingyu Guardian"—steadily deflected the incoming arrows, which clattered against the shield with a clanging sound. Simultaneously, he quickly drew his Burmese knife. The blade gleamed coldly, like a flash of lightning in the dark night, slicing through the darkness with sharp arcs. "Shua, shua, shua," the air was sliced ​​by the sharp blade, making subtle sounds.

"Be careful!" Shi Feiyang warned loudly, and his voice echoed in the deep cave.

His figure flashed, like a black barrier, instantly protecting Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng behind him.

At this time, a group of black shadows emerged from the darkness like ghosts. They were agile and quick in movement, and were obviously well-trained bandits.

The leader was a tall and burly man. He was like a small mountain, with a face full of flesh and a hideous scar extending from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. He looked particularly terrifying in the dark and was intimidating.

He held a giant battle axe in his hand. The axe was extremely heavy and brought up a whistling sound every time he swung it. The cold light flashed on the axe blade, telling of the countless blood it had been stained with.

(End of this chapter)