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

Chapter 148: Zhong Renwang's cunning scheme to sow discord between them, and Fan Chang falls into his trap, enraged.

Shi Feiyang held up an oil-paper umbrella. The umbrella was an elegant blue-green color. Raindrops fell on it, making crisp dripping sounds.

He held Xiao Yuyan steadily in one hand and walked slowly with Gong Simeng in the front and back yards.

The scenery in the rain is like a poetic ink painting, beautiful and dreamy.

The pavilions and towers appear and disappear in the rain and fog, like beautiful buildings in a fairyland.

The lotus leaves in the pond were washed emerald green by the rain, and the water droplets rolled on the lotus leaves, as crystal clear as pearls.

Along the winding path, the grass is fresh and the flowers are gorgeous. The crystal water droplets hanging on the petals are sparkling with soft light. Each flower looks like a carefully crafted work of art.

Gong Simeng gently held Shi Feiyang's arm, her face brimming with a happy smile, a smile as warm and bright as a flower in full bloom on a spring day. Little Yuyan, in her brother's arms, looked around curiously with her big, round eyes. Occasionally, she stretched out her delicate little hand to touch the drizzling rain, babbling softly, feeling the tranquility and harmony.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng strolled in the room, occasionally talking in low voices, their words full of concern and love for each other.

Occasionally, they would smile at each other, and when their eyes met, it was as if everything in the world had ceased to exist, leaving only the deep affection in each other's eyes. The sound of rain, laughter, and conversation intertwined into a beautiful melody, flowing slowly in this quiet night, telling of the beauty and tranquility of life.

A few days later, the rain stopped and the sky cleared. Sunlight streamed across the streets of Suzhou, dispelling the days' gloom. "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, "Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, "Round Barrel" Lu De De, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, "Centipede" Gongsun Ren, "Green-Faced Beast" Yang Feng, and others led the Xiongying Society's 3,000 disciples back to Suzhou.

They marched in unison and with high spirits, demonstrating the powerful strength of the Xiongying Society.

To show that he was still in Suzhou Prefecture and to demonstrate the prestige of the Xiongying Society, Shi Feiyang decided to host a banquet for the heroes of Jiangnan at the grand Shi Mansion. The mansion was bustling with activity, with fires blazing in the kitchen and chefs sweating profusely as they meticulously prepared a variety of delicious dishes.

In the courtyard, tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and three hundred tables of buffets were lined up in a row, creating an extremely spectacular scene.

Shi Feiyang stood in the courtyard, watching all this, his heart full of emotion.

At this moment, his thoughts suddenly drifted away, and he remembered Yili, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. He recalled that when he moved into a new house, Yili came to cause trouble. She disguised herself as a young scholar, looking playful and cute, but also with an extremely arrogant look.

At the wedding banquet, Yili unleashed the Hengshan School's Cloud and Mist Sword Technique. Her sword shadows, thick and dense, like swirling clouds and mist, unexpectedly defeated many of the masters who had come to the banquet. Her nimble figure and fierce swordsmanship are still vivid in my memory.

Zhong Renwang, Ding Hong, Zhong Wanwang, Zhong Wanqiang, Xie Zhichuan, He Kezhou, Shan Xue, Shan Bing, Zhou Zhihan and other despicable villains and bandits hiding in the government office all looked gloomy when they heard the news that Shi Feiyang was entertaining heroes.

Zhong Renwang sat on the chair, his hands clenched into fists, the muscles on his face twitching slightly, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

He gritted his teeth and said, "This Shi Feiyang is truly despicable! I calculated everything, but he actually tricked me and ended up losing over 13,000 disciples from the two major gangs, the Central Plains Golden Spear Society and the Flying Eagle Gang. I can't accept this, I really can't accept this!"

After saying that, he slammed the table hard, causing the teacup on the table to shake.

Xie Zhichuan sat to the side, his expression dazed, his eyes hollow, as if he had lost focus. He muttered to himself, "It's over, it's all over. I thought I'd use this opportunity to bring down Shi Feiyang, but I didn't expect it to end up like this."

His voice was filled with despair and loss, and he looked dazed and dejected, as if his soul had been taken away.

Tang Zhihan, like a loyal henchman, followed closely behind Zhong Renwang. He bowed and said, "Senior Zhong, please don't be angry. We can find a way to deal with Shi Feiyang." As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from Zhong Renwang's forehead with a handkerchief. His fawning look made him look like Zhong Renwang's lapdog.

Zhong Renwang, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, glanced sideways at Tang Zhihan coldly. His gaze was icy and piercing, as if Tang Zhihan was nothing more than an ant that would be reduced to ashes with just a slight crush.

He snorted coldly, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of Hell, carrying a chill that permeated the dim room. "Hmph, what's the point of saying these empty, useless words now? Shi Feiyang is a cunning fellow, as slippery as a loach. But I will make him pay for this blood debt with interest!"

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly became stern, and a sinister cold light flashed across them, just like a wolf lurking in the dark night, ready to strike a fatal blow. In those deep eyes, he was plotting a shocking conspiracy.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through Zhong Renwang's mind, instantly lighting up his evil thoughts.

He slapped his thigh with such force that the teacups on the table shook violently, making a crisp clinking sound. He was almost frantic with excitement, and he shouted sharply and rapidly, "Got it!" The sound was like a long-starved wolf finally finding its prey, carrying a twisted sense of pleasure that echoed in the small space, making people's hair stand on end.

Xie Zhichuan, Tang Zhihan and others were already nervous because of Zhong Renwang's abnormal behavior. This shout was like thunder in their ears, which scared them so much that they trembled all over. Like rabbits frightened by hunters, they instinctively jumped up from their seats.

Their faces turned as pale as paper in an instant, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down their foreheads. Under the dim light, they flashed with strange light, and their terrified expressions could no longer be described in words.

Zhong Wanwang was so frightened that his legs went weak and he fell heavily to the ground with a thump. His broken arm was injured again because of the fall, and the excruciating pain instantly hit him, making him unable to help but let out a painful wail: "Ouch!" His voice was full of misery.

Zhong Wanqiang was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his crotch was instantly wet. It was obvious that he was incontinent due to fear.

Ding Hong's lips trembled slightly, like a leaf shaking in the cold wind, his face was as pale as paper, as if he had seen the most terrifying scene in the world.

However, Zhong Renwang seemed to have fallen into a mad trance and burst into laughter. His laughter was sharp and piercing, like countless steel needles piercing the heart, echoing continuously in the cramped room, sending chills down one's spine and making the hair stand on end.

After laughing, he slowly waved his hand, signaling everyone to sit down again.

Then, lowering his voice, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, he revealed sinisterly, "I've heard there's always been a grudge between Fan Chang, the head of the Jiangnan Xingyiquan school, and Liao Pei, an elder of the Xiongying Society. If Fan Chang were to meet with an unexplained accident, would the Jiangnan martial arts community immediately assume it was Liao Pei's doing?"

After saying this, he let out another sinister laugh.

This laughter was full of calculation and malice, as if it could devour all the beauty in the world.

After hearing this, Tang Zhihan's face was instantly filled with a flattering smile. The smile was exaggerated and a little twisted, making him look like a funny clown.

He clapped his hands, laughed loudly, and praised, "Senior Zhong, you are truly a leading figure in the martial arts world. This strategy is truly a stroke of genius! Even if the ingenious and resourceful Zhuge Liang were alive today, he would be far inferior to you in the face of such a brilliant plan!"

As he spoke, he kept shaking his head, looking so fawning, just like a loyal lackey wagging his tail and begging for mercy beside Zhong Renwang, who would do anything to please his master.

Xie Zhichuan, He Kezhou and others also nodded and praised Zhong Renwang's vicious plan.

There was a gleam of greed and evil in their eyes, as if they had already seen the scene of Shi Feiyang and Liao Pei suspecting each other and killing each other in the trap they carefully designed, and their hearts were filled with twisted expectations.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Renwang began to arrange tasks in an orderly manner.

His eyes were as cold as ice, like an extremely sharp blade, pointing directly at Xie Zhichuan. He said coldly, "My dear nephew Xie, I'll have to trouble you to go to Hongxia Peak on the shores of Taihu Lake. You must find a way to lure Fan Chang there. Remember, this matter concerns the entire overall situation, and there can be no mistakes."

Xie Zhichuan nodded quickly, a mixture of nervousness and excitement on his face. Nervous because he knew the weight of responsibility was immense, and the consequences of any mistake would be disastrous; excited because he felt he could participate in such a significant project, and perhaps even make a significant contribution to Zhong Renwang.

At this moment, he was completely unaware that he had become a pitiful pawn in Zhong Renwang's hands, being led by the evil force.

Zhong Renwang then turned his gaze to Shan Bing, his tone filled with unquestionable authority. "Deputy Gang Leader Shan, the important task of assassinating Fan Chang is now in your hands. You must act decisively and cleanly, leaving no trace."

Shan Bing nodded expressionlessly, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He was already accustomed to carrying out such tasks, and there was no hesitation or mercy in his heart.

Finally, Zhong Renwang looked at Tang Zhihan and said, "Master Tang, you will be responsible for coordinating the operation and ensuring that it goes smoothly. If anything unexpected happens, please be sure to provide assistance in a timely manner." Tang Zhihan quickly responded, "Don't worry, Senior Zhong, I will do my best and go through fire and water without hesitation!"

After everything was arranged, Zhong Renwang leaned back in his chair and smiled triumphantly.

His smile was filled with a thirst for power and an obsession for revenge. These two emotions, like demons, completely consumed him, making him even more cold-blooded and ruthless. He could already see Shi Feiyang and Liao Pei falling into endless suspicion and strife over Fan Chang's death, ultimately killing each other. An indescribable pleasure welled up in his heart.

The laughter echoed in the room, becoming increasingly eerie and sinister, like an echo from hell.

With a heart that was both nervous and excited to the point of trembling, Xie Zhichuan hurriedly set foot on the winding path leading to Hongxia Peak on the shores of Taihu Lake.

Along the way, his mind was like a high-speed running gear, constantly thinking about how to use eloquence to successfully lure Fan Chang into the trap.

The mountain road was rugged, and the thorns on both sides occasionally scratched his clothes, but he was completely unaware of it, his mind and eyes filled with the upcoming trapping plan.

When he finally arrived at the Xingyiquan sect's mountain gate, he deliberately shouted at the top of his lungs, his steps hurried, and he rushed straight to the inner hall with an anxious look, shouting, "Master Fan! Master Fan! Something big has happened!"

Along the way, the disciples of Xingyiquan all looked at him with puzzled expressions.

Upon seeing Fan Chang, Xie Zhichuan instantly put on an extremely exaggerated expression, his face filled with a seemingly caring but insincere smile. He cupped his hands high in the air, his waist bent like a shrimp, and said anxiously, "Master Fan, something terrible has happened! I just came from Hongxia Peak on the shores of Taihu Lake. You may not know this, but there I heard a group of lunatics slandering Xingyiquan. Their words were simply unbearable to hear! They even said that Xingyiquan disciples have a false reputation, that they are nothing but people who have earned their fame in the martial arts world, and that they are no match for the Xiongying Society. They even said that Xingyiquan is about to be swallowed up by the Xiongying Society and will have no place in the martial arts world in the future!"

Fan Chang had a hot temper to begin with, and when he heard this, his originally calm expression instantly became as gloomy as the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds.

His thick eyebrows arched, his eyes widened in anger, and it seemed as if fire was about to burst out of them. He snorted coldly and roared like a bell, "Humph! Who is this idiot who dares to slander our Xingyiquan school like this? Our Xingyiquan school has been established in the martial arts world for many years. How can they slander us so casually?"

After saying this, he clenched his fists, his joints turned white from the force, his muscles tensed up, and a strong smell of gunpowder seemed to spread in the air instantly.

Xie Zhichuan secretly rejoiced, like a cunning fox seeing its prey caught in a trap, but his face pretended to be filled with righteous indignation, his chest heaving violently as he shouted, "When I heard that, my anger instantly flared up, and I was shaking with rage! But they were outnumbered, and all of them looked ferocious. I was alone, so I really didn't dare to rush forward to argue. Master Fan, in my opinion, you must go there in person. With your reputation and superb martial arts, you will definitely teach these ignorant guys a lesson and let them know how powerful our Xingyiquan school is. From now on, they will have to avoid us when they see anyone from our school!"

After hearing this, Fan Chang frowned and thought for a moment, his teeth clattering. Finally, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word: "Okay! I want to see which rats dare to be so presumptuous as to mess with my Xingyiquan school!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and strode out the door, looking as if he was going to tear those slanderers into pieces.

The moonlight is like water, gently falling on Hongxia Peak, covering the steep mountain with a layer of soft silver gauze.

A breeze blew by, and the trees in the mountains swayed gently, making a rustling sound, as if whispering the secrets of the spring night.

The lake is sparkling, reflecting the starry sky, like a beautiful ink painting, quiet and mysterious.

The fishing lights in the distance are dotted like stars, echoing the stars in the sky, adding a touch of poetry and romance.

On this quiet and beautiful night, Hongxia Peak on the shore of Taihu Lake seems to be immersed in the gentle embrace of spring, quietly enjoying this rare tranquility and beauty.

Meanwhile, Shan Bing had already lurked in a hidden cave on Hongxia Peak. The cave was dark and damp, with moss-covered walls and a nauseating stench of decay.

Shan Bing, clad in a pure black nightgown, blended into the darkness like a ghost, almost indistinguishable. He clutched the gleaming dagger in his hand, which gleamed coldly in the dim light, as if eager to drink blood.

He curled up quietly in the corner of the cave, staring at the entrance without blinking, thinking to himself, "Hmph, Fan Chang, today is your death. Don't blame me for being ruthless. Blame yourself for getting caught up in Gang Leader Zhong's plan. In this world, the strong prey on the weak, and you're nothing more than an insignificant pawn."

Tang Zhihan hid in a dense forest not far from Hongxia Peak.

He hid behind a sturdy tree, and from time to time he looked towards Hongxia Peak through the gaps between the branches and leaves, feeling both nervous and expectant.

His hands trembled slightly with nervousness, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He muttered quietly, "This plan must not go awry. If I can successfully eliminate Fan Chang and stir up trouble between the Xiongying Society and the Xingyiquan School, Senior Zhong will definitely look upon me differently. Then, my status in the martial arts world will rise sharply."

He muttered to himself and rubbed his hands constantly, not daring to take his eyes off the mountain for a moment, as if he was afraid of missing any crucial moment. After some time, Xie Zhichuan brought Fan Chang to Hongxia Peak.

As soon as Fan Chang stepped into this area, he observed his surroundings vigilantly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, not missing any corner.

Seeing this, Tang Zhihan felt nervous and held his breath, fearing that Fan Chang would discover him.

He prayed silently, hoping that everything would go smoothly for Shan Bing and that the plan would not fail.

After looking around, Fan Chang seemed to find nothing unusual, so he felt relieved and continued to follow Xie Zhichuan towards the cave.

Seeing this, Tang Zhihan felt a little relieved, but then he became tense again because he knew that the real test was still to come.

He stared closely at Fan Chang's back, his fingers unconsciously clenching the nearby tree trunk, silently repeating to himself, "I must succeed, I must succeed..." At this moment, Shan Bing in the cave seemed to have sensed Fan Chang's arrival. He quietly adjusted his posture, ready to attack at any time. A battle of life and death, and status in the martial arts world, was about to unfold quietly on this tranquil Hongxia Peak. After walking for a while, Fan Chang felt something was wrong, so he stopped and turned to look at Xie Zhichuan. With a hint of doubt and vigilance in his voice, he asked, "Nephew Xie, where are those who slandered my Xingyiquan school? Why can't I see them?"

Xie Zhichuan's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt like it was about to leap into his throat. However, he forced himself to remain calm, forcing a smile onto his face as he stammered, "Master Fan, please don't worry. I clearly saw them just now wandering around here. They must have been frightened by your imposing presence and hidden away. They're guilty and know they're no match for you."

At that moment, Shan Bing seized the opportunity and, like a cheetah waiting for its moment, leaped out of the cave like a bolt of black lightning, so fast that no one could react. The dagger in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight as he stabbed straight into Fan Chang's back.

As the head of Xingyiquan, Fan Chang had rich experience in martial arts and a strong sixth sense. At the moment when the dagger was about to pierce him, he sensed the danger and turned around suddenly, his speed causing a gust of wind.

He subconsciously blocked it with his arm, but the dagger was so sharp that it instantly cut through his arm. Blood gushed out like a flood, leaving a shocking bloody mark on his arm.

Fan Chang roared angrily, his voice shaking the whole area: "Who are you? Why did you attack me? How dare you do such an evil thing in broad daylight? Is there any law?" Shan Bing snorted coldly, the voice sounded like it came from hell, without a trace of emotion: "Hmph, die! Today is your doomsday!" After that, he waved the dagger again, like a ghost, attacking Fan Chang, the dagger flashing cold light in the air.

While nimbly dodging Shan Bing's attacks, Fan Chang turned and shouted at Xie Zhichuan, "Xie Zhichuan, what do you mean? Why are you colluding with this villain? Are you worthy of my trust in you?"

Xie Zhichuan's face instantly turned pale as paper, his lips trembling as he stammered, "Master Fan...Master Fan, I...I was forced into this! They...they threatened me that if I didn't do this, they would kill my whole family!"

As he spoke, he backed away, his eyes full of fear and helplessness, as if he really was a poor man being forced.

When Tang Zhihan heard the fierce fighting in the woods, his heart suddenly sank, knowing that the critical moment had arrived.

He took a deep breath, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. Like a wolf smelling blood, he rushed out of the woods and prepared to meet Shan Bing.

At this moment, the night at Hongxia Peak was like a huge black cage. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sounds of fighting echoing in the valley, seeming particularly weird.

The moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, and occasionally a faint light shone through the gaps in the clouds, sprinkling on the mountains and forests, making the entire mountain seem to be covered with a mysterious veil, shadowy and chilling.

When Fan Chang saw another person rushing out from the woods like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, like two sharp swords, and he instantly swept over Tang Zhihan. With just one glance, he knew that he was in a desperate situation today and that it was very dangerous.

But as the head of the Xingyiquan school, the innate stubbornness and heroism in his bones, like a blazing fire, how could it be easily extinguished? How could he easily surrender to the evildoers?
He suddenly took a deep breath and roared loudly. This roar was like the sound of a huge bell, and the rolling sound seemed to completely break through the oppressive and almost suffocating atmosphere. "Humph, even if blood is splattered on the spot today, I will never let you villains succeed in your conspiracy!"

Before he finished speaking, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, like a pine tree rooted in a crevice of rock, extremely steady.

Then, he performed Xingyiquan's unique move "Tiger Form Fist".

He was seen with a nimble figure and eyes wide open, suddenly pouncing forward like a majestic tiger coming down the mountain with overwhelming force.

His fists were wrapped in the sound of whistling wind, and every punch was accompanied by a low tiger roar.

Wherever his fists reached, the air hissed. Sometimes he thrust his tiger claws forward, sometimes he swept his tiger tail across. His body was agile, engaging Shan Bing and Tang Zhihan, making it difficult for them to get close to him.

Seeing that Fan Chang's attack was so fierce, Tang Zhihan did not dare to be careless.

He quickly drew out his sword, and the sword flashed with cold light, adding a bit of chill in the dim light.

He used the Huashan sword technique. With a flick of his wrist, the sword flowers flashed like stars.

He moved swiftly around Fan Chang, his long sword sometimes stabbing at Fan Chang's vital points like a snake spitting out its tongue, and sometimes slashing straight down like a rainbow piercing the sun. Each sword strike was filled with a sharp sword energy, cutting through the air with a "chi chi" sound, making it impossible to defend against it.

Shan Bing took advantage of the gap between Fan Chang and Tang Zhihan's fight, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, like the greed of a hungry wolf seeing its prey in the dark night.

He gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, used all his strength, and stabbed it into Fan Chang's chest like a black lightning.

The dagger flashed coldly in the dim light, as if it was going to take Fan Chang's life in an instant.

"Ding!" Just when the dagger was about to pierce Fan Chang's chest, a black shadow suddenly flashed by like a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp collision sound, like metal colliding, which was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

Shan Bing felt a tremor in her hand, and the dagger suddenly went astray, piercing Tang Zhihan's shoulder. Tang Zhihan screamed "Aiya", and the sound was particularly shrill in the silent night.

His body swayed, and then he fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, quickly dyeing the surrounding land red. In the darkness, the bright red bloodstains looked particularly shocking.

Xie Zhichuan was originally standing aside, staring at this sudden change with eyes wide open, his face full of fear and unwillingness.

His lips trembled, and he suddenly cried out in surprise: "Ghost! There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

The sound was sharp and trembling, echoing through the valley.

After saying this, he turned around and ran away in panic, as if there was really an evil ghost chasing him.

At the critical moment, Fan Chang displayed the "monkey form" body technique in Xingyiquan. His body turned nimbly in an instant, and at the same time his hands stretched out like monkey arms. Shan Bing looked sideways in surprise, and at this moment of distraction, he was accidentally hit by Fan Chang's punch.

With a "bang", Shan Bing's body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, but he was very skilled after all and jumped up in an instant.

He was burning with rage, gritted his teeth, took another punch from Fan Chang, and then used the "Seven Injury Fist".

He delivered a powerful punch, each one brimming with seven distinct forces: fierce and hard, gentle and feminine, a combination of hard and soft, a combination of soft and hard, a horizontal thrust, a direct strike, or a retracted punch. Each punch was accompanied by a whirring wind, seemingly tearing apart the surrounding air.

"Bang bang!" Although Fan Chang tried his best to resist, he was ultimately unable to withstand this continuous and ever-changing force.

He groaned, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his body shook a few times, and finally he suffered severe internal injuries, vomiting blood and collapsed.

Shan Bing was about to kill him when he heard someone shouting, "Dad! Dad!"

It turned out to be Fan Chang's son Fan Shi. He was worried about his father's safety, so he led a group of fellow disciples to look for him.

Fan Shi saw from afar that Shan Bing was about to kill Fan Chang. His eyes turned red instantly and his eye sockets were about to burst. He flew over in a hurry and shouted, "Evil villain, don't hurt my father!" At the same time, he punched Shan Bing.

A group of fellow disciples followed suit, some of them supported Fan Shi with punches, while others hurriedly helped the old boxer Fan Chang up.

Blood was dripping from Fan Chang's mouth and his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were still firm.

He said with difficulty: "This is Zhong Renwang's vicious plan. His purpose is to make my Xingyiquan sect and the Xiongying Society kill each other. You should go and inform the leader Shi Feiyang and don't be fooled. My death is not a pity, but the Jiangnan martial arts world must not be plunged into chaos from now on. Let the brothers of the Xiongying Society conduct a carpet search for Zhong Renwang's whereabouts. They must catch him and avenge me. Revenge!" Although his voice was weak, every word was full of power, echoing in the gloomy night of Hongxia Peak.

At this moment, a figure descended from the sky, stretched out his hand and grabbed, performing the unique skill of the Dragon Claw "Dragon Capturing the Nine Heavens".

The powerful vortex formed by Ming Yu Gong pushed Fan Shi and his fellow disciples away. Five fingers clasped Shan Bing's shoulders like iron clamps and squeezed hard. There was a "crack" sound! Shan Bing screamed and fell to the ground.

It turned out that Shi Feiyang had arrived at the scene. It was he who had shot the golden needle earlier, causing Shan Bing's dagger to deviate from the target.

In the darkness, Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Wu Zhong and others quickly surrounded Shan Bing and tied him up tightly with iron chains.

Shi Feiyang turned around and took out various miraculous elixirs and Tianshan Snow Lotus Water, feeding them to Master Fan Chang. He then asked him how he had seen through Zhong Renwang's scheme. Fan Chang sighed and replied, "Alas! It was Xie Zhichuan! Ever since his father's death, Xie Zhichuan has been following Zhong Renwang. If Zhong Renwang hadn't been behind this conspiracy, I wouldn't have fallen for it. Alas!"

At this moment, the sounds of fierce fighting and the clashing of weapons could be heard from the foot of Hongxia Peak. Shi Feiyang said, "I'm glad that Mr. Fan understands! Rest assured, the Xiongying Society will avenge you." With that, he stood up and departed.

At the foot of Hongxia Peak, Xiao Lingling was wielding the Mandarin Duck Knife, Jin Liufu was performing the Bagua Youshen Knife, Gongsun Ren was using a pair of Wu Yue Hooks, Yang Feng was holding a steel knife, and Xiang Kun was holding an iron flute, and they were besieging Tang Zhihan and Xie Zhichuan.

Tang Zhihan and Xie Zhichuan stood back to back, their whole bodies tense.

The long sword in Tang Zhihan's hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, flashing with cold light. As the sword danced, it seemed as if a spirit dragon was roaring.

He unleashed the "Open the Door to Welcome Guests" move from the Huashan Sword Technique. With a twist of his wrist, the sword flower shone brilliantly, and the blade rubbed against the air, making a hissing sound like the sound of pine waves. Xie Zhichuan unleashed the Thirteen Deadly Swords. His sword moves were brutal, and each thrust was accompanied by a sound of breaking wind, a "whoosh" sound like the howling of a deadly ghost.

Xiao Lingling held the mandarin duck swords in her hands and swung them as fast as lightning.

She used the "Lightning Speed" move from the "Seven Evil Sword Techniques" and attacked Tang Zhihan with both swords like a hurricane.

The blade flashed with a cold light, and every time it was swung, it narrowly brushed past the corner of Tang Zhihan's clothes, making a slight rustling sound.

Tang Zhihan quickly performed a move from the Huashan sword technique called "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun". His long sword drew a sharp arc and collided with Xiao Lingling's mandarin duck sword. There was a loud "clang" sound and sparks flew everywhere.

Jin Liufu unleashed the Eight Diagrams Wandering Sword Technique, his form elusive and ghostly. He unleashed the "Dragon and Phoenix" move, his blade flashing and his movements unpredictable. Sometimes the blade slashed down from Xie Zhichuan's left like a snake emerging from a cave, swiftly slashing with a swish; sometimes it appeared like a phantom to his right, making it impossible to defend against it.

Xie Zhichuan sensed the danger and quickly performed one of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, "Returning Wind and Gazing at the Moon". The sword shadow flashed and intertwined with Jin Liufu's knife light, and the sound of "ding ding dang dang" of collision was endless.

Gongsun Ren wielded the Wuyue Hook, its blade gleaming with a cold light. He unleashed a "Hook Chain" move, each hook strike accompanied by a sharp, air-piercing sound, a whirring sound, and astonishing power. The tip of the Wuyue Hook, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, bore down on Tang Zhihan.

Tang Zhihan flashed and performed a move from Huashan swordsmanship called "White Clouds Emerging from the Snake". He swung his sword quickly and blocked Gongsun Ren's Wu Yue hook. With a "clang", the sound of metal collision echoed in the air.

Yang Feng gripped his sword tightly, coordinating with Xiang Kun in perfect harmony. He unleashed his "Wild Wind Sword Technique," his sword whistling and slashing, each blow carrying immense force as he slashed towards Tang Zhihan.

Xiang Kun, holding an iron flute, unleashed a "Flute Sound Disturbing the Heart" move. The flute's sharp whistle, as it danced, disturbed the minds of Tang Zhihan and Xie Zhichuan. Under the siege of the crowd, Tang Zhihan and Xie Zhichuan were caught in a difficult and bitter battle.

They continued to use their respective martial arts techniques to try to resist the attacks of the crowd, but facing such a powerful opponent, their pressure increased and the situation became more critical.

Shi Feiyang and the heroes of the Xiongying Society had long anticipated that Zhong Renwang would use Fan Chang as a pawn, but in order to subdue Fan Chang, Shi Feiyang deliberately delayed his move, allowing Fan Chang to be injured first, and then stepped in to rescue him.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang flew over.

Xie Zhichuan was shocked. He had been defeated by Shi Feiyang many times, and all his hatred and courage had been lost.

He lost his concentration for a moment and was stabbed in the shoulder by Xiao Lingling. He screamed "Ouch!" and was kicked away by Gongsun Ren, falling in front of Shi Feiyang. Tang Zhihan was so frightened that he screamed, "I surrender! Spare my life! Spare my life!" He was so scared that he dropped his sword and fell to his knees.

Shi Feiyang's expression was stern, his eyes like torches, and he looked at Tang Zhihan and Xie Zhichuan calmly with an innate majesty. His voice was low but revealed an irresistible power: "Tang Zhihan, Xie Zhichuan, the two of you will immediately write down Zhong Renwang's hiding place and expose his conspiracy to poison Master Fan Chang in detail."

Upon hearing the order, Shi Xiong immediately led several elite disciples of the Xiongying Society and hurried over.

They placed the four treasures of the study respectfully in front of Tang Zhihan and Xie Zhichuan, and then placed the tables and chairs steadily.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with a sharpness as he stared at the two men, emphasizing once again, "You two should write separately. If your confessions are inconsistent, don't blame me, Shi Feiyang, for being ruthless. I will definitely chop off both of your hands."

Tang Zhihan and Xie Zhichuan were so frightened that their faces turned pale as paper in an instant, and their bodies began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

They knew that Shi Feiyang would keep his word, so they did not dare to delay for even a moment. With trembling hands, they picked up the brush and wrote quickly.

The pen made a rustling sound as it moved across the paper, as if expressing their inner fears.

(End of this chapter)