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

Chapter 15 15. Stone Knife
Wu Yu is Wu Hong's sister. She is not only skilled in martial arts, but also extremely intelligent.

She is an indispensable and important person to Snow Eagle Castle.

Wu Wei, Wu Hong's daughter, inherited her father's bravery and her mother's intelligence, and played a pivotal role within Snow Eagle Fort. Both Wu Yu and Wu Wei possessed striking looks, with voluptuous figures, delicate features, and a gentle, elegant demeanor. Their mere presence in a crowd easily captured attention.

Wu Yu, Wu Wei, aunt and nephew, often fought side by side with other masters of the Eagle generation to defend the glory of Snow Eagle Castle, ensuring its standing firm in the martial arts world and becoming an indestructible line of defense.

"Eagle" Wu Wei's bronze complexion was evident from years spent under strong winds and scorching sun. His lips were pursed tightly enough to kill a mosquito, and his determination and courage seemed to burst from his eyes.

His face was gloomy, as if filled with bitterness and anger, like a demon crawling out of hell, making people feel scared at the sight of him. His eyes were cold and gleaming, as if they could see through all the tricks at a glance, making people dare not look directly at him.

"White Eagle" Wu Ping, his sturdy frame, his muscles bulging like small hills, inspires awe. His eyes are cold, as if nothing escapes his scrutiny. His resolute gaze, as if he's not afraid even of the sky falling. His presence is so overwhelming that no one dares to underestimate his majesty.

The dark circles under the eyes of "Golden Eagle" Wu Zhan look like he hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

His eyes were filled with fatigue and resignation, his face ravaged by time and pressure. "Silver Eagle" Wu Sheng's hair was a mess, a bird's nest; he'd probably forgotten the last time he'd tidied it. The confusion and bewilderment in his eyes could fill an entire instruction manual.

"Bronze Eagle" Wu Dong's face was bloodshot, and his eyes held a sinister aura, as if filled with rage and hatred ready to explode. His aura was so terrifying that no one dared to look him in the face.

Wu Hong and his nineteen eagles each have their own characteristics and can be recognized at a glance.

They were all dressed in black, with sharp blades tucked into their waists. Their aura was like a group of hungry tigers, ready to pounce and bite at any moment. Now, the atmosphere in the hall was heavy, as if a sense of oppression filled the air.

Master Yuanchi was tied to a chair, his face calm, not afraid at all in the face of this group of ferocious monsters.

There was a gleam of determination and resoluteness in Wu Hong's eyes, and he was determined to get the answer he expected from Master Yuanchi.

He spoke slowly, his voice low but full of power, as if it could reach people's hearts. He said, "Master Yuanchi, don't you know why Wu wanted to kidnap you?"

Master Yuanchi just smiled calmly and said jokingly: "I have never been to school and cannot count."

The group of thugs hurriedly covered their mouths with their hands, fearing that their laughter would burst out. They had never expected that Master Yuanchi, a centenarian monk, also had a sense of humor.

Wu Hong was burning with anger, so he sneered and waved his hand to signal his men to take action.

It seemed that a violent storm was about to break out in this hall.

Around the sturdy men and women present, swordsmen and axemen stood tall as pine trees, a charcoal stove glowed, and candle oil lamps hung on the walls. Several thugs were armed with iron clubs and barbed whips, ready to strike Master Yuanchi with the clubs and then lash him with the barbed whips if he disobeyed.

At that time, Wu Hong made a request to Master Yuanchi, hoping that he could write out the Shaolin Temple's precious book "Yi Jin Nei Gong Xin Fa" from memory, or recite its contents, and teach the skills of "Tathagata Palm" and "Divine Dragon Claw" to the Nineteen Eagles of Snow Eagle Fort.

Master Yuanchi was naturally unwilling to pass on these unique martial arts skills and magical powers to those evildoers.

Therefore, he inevitably suffered flogging.

Wu Yu's nickname is "Purple Eagle." Her figure is graceful, like a weeping willow, and her beauty is as breathtaking as a blooming flower. However, beneath her charming exterior lies a heart as vicious as a snake or scorpion.

Her eyes revealed cunning and cruelty, as if she was ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time, which was chilling.

Faced with Master Yuanchi's silence, Wu Yu showed no mercy.

She took out a red-hot iron from the charcoal stove and branded Master Yuanchi's chest fiercely. With a few "hissing" sounds, Master Yuanchi's skin was burned and cracked, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Suddenly, a burnt smell filled the hall, which was nauseating and made people want to vomit.

At this moment, a handsome young man came rushing over. He was Shi Feiyang.

Seeing this scene, Shi Feiyang was furious. He quickly drew his sword, floated down like the wind, and swung the sword to chop at Wu Yu's arm.

Despite Wu Yu being a woman, Shi Feiyang showed no mercy and was determined to kill such a vicious person. Although Shi Feiyang was new to the martial arts world, he acted decisively, believing in the words of Confucius: "A gentleman is open and honest, while a villain is always worried."

Shi Feiyang will never tolerate those evil people. He must eradicate them completely and show no mercy.

He firmly believed that only by completely eradicating these evil people could peace be restored to the world and justice be upheld.

At this moment, the knife in Shi Feiyang's hand was like a purple lightning bolt, cutting through the air at an astonishing speed and slashing down from the air.

With a crisp "crack" sound, Wu Yu's arm broke and fell to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.

Ouch! With a shrill scream, Wu Yu fell to his knees in pain, his face full of despair, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

Shi Feiyang raised his sword and struck it down with a clean, sharp movement, like a seasoned assassin. He slashed the chains that bound Master Yuanchi in two. "Crack!" The moment the chains snapped, a crisp sound echoed throughout the magnificent halls of Snow Eagle Castle.

The spacious hall was originally filled with an atmosphere of arrogance.

However, this arrogance did not last long, as an uninvited guest, Shi Feiyang, quietly sneaked into the place.

Shi Feiyang's arrival was like a ghost, without warning, as if he had suddenly appeared from thin air. His movements were light and swift, catching everyone off guard. Before anyone could react, the mysterious assassin had swung his blade and neatly severed Wu Yu's arm.

This scene happened so quickly that everyone present was stunned and dumbfounded, watching what was happening in front of them in disbelief. They were filled with astonishment and confusion, unable to understand why such an event had occurred.

What was shocking was that the rapidly approaching assassin was a tall and handsome young man.

His appearance seemed to be carefully carved by an artist, and his facial features were extremely delicate.

However, the coldness in his expression made people hesitate to approach him.

And the speed of his swordsmanship is even more astonishing.

Each knife strike was as fast as lightning, leaving invisible cracks in the air.

His movements were smooth and natural, as if he had become one with the sword, and each swing carried a breathtaking beauty.

Everyone present was shocked by Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship, and their hearts were filled with awe and fear.

They had never seen such superb swordsmanship, as if the young assassin had surpassed the limits of ordinary people and reached an incredible realm.

(End of this chapter)