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

Chapter 410. The Mysterious Imprisonment: A Sudden Change in the Strange Scroll
Deep within the forbidden grounds of Nangongwan, the dampness seeping from the millennia-old cold stones condensed into water droplets, dripping down the stalactite tips and creating tiny pits on the dark brown stone ground. As Murong Hui's iron claws tore apart the last cinnabar talisman, a burnt smell suddenly filled the air, and the Xuanwu totem on the talisman twisted and turned into blue smoke, revealing the mottled sandalwood box behind it.

"Open it!" His iron claws slammed heavily onto the box lid, the steel fingernails colliding with the sandalwood, sparks illuminating the tense faces of the crowd. Nangong Yuchuan's Yin Sha Claws glowed with a purplish-black light; before the claws even touched the wooden box, the surrounding air already sizzled and burned.

As the yellowed scroll slowly unfurled amidst the musty smell, everyone's breath almost simultaneously stopped—the pristine white Xuan paper was completely empty except for a few wormholes.

"Impossible!" Nangong Yuchuan's Yin Sha Claw instantly crushed the stone pillar beside him, and the shards shot towards the cave wall like bullets. "That day at Yihua Palace, I clearly saw stones flying..." His voice stopped abruptly, and a beast-like growl came from his throat.

A hoarse, cold laugh came from beneath Murong Hui's bronze mask, but it couldn't hide his rage: "That Shi Feiyang! He tricked us with a smokescreen. The lives of over three thousand brothers will be paid for today!"

He Qiulian's nine-section whip suddenly swept out horizontally, the barbs on the tip plowing five deep furrows into the stone wall. Amidst the flying sparks, she cursed fiercely, "You little beast! This old lady will grind your bones into powder and swallow them along with this piece of waste paper!"

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled thud suddenly came from the cave ceiling. Shi Feiyang was hanging upside down on the stalactite, swinging his legs, with Xuan Shuang Blade holding half a charred bat wing, and crumbs still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

“Gentlemen, with eyes like that, you should have ten pairs of eye-brightening liquid from the Persian merchants!” He shook the scroll in his hand and suddenly pulled out a black pottery jar. “See this? This ‘light-revealing character water’ is my own secret recipe, much more interesting than your treasure maps!” As he spoke, he poured half a jar of liquid onto the scroll, and the Xuan paper burst into flames with a “sizzle” and burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Nangong Yuchuan roared, and the Yin Sha Claw, wrapped in a fierce purple-black light, tore through the air.

Shi Feiyang yelled and used the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique - Provoking the Dog's Claws" to direct the claw wind towards He Qiulian. The Xuan Shuang Blade drew a strange arc.

He Qiulian, the eldest sister of the Thunderfire Camp, hastily parried with her whip. The nine-section whip collided with the Yin Sha Claw, unleashing a deafening roar. The shockwave ripped off her hairpins, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. She staggered and crashed into the stone wall, her hair askew, yet she still managed to curse, "You little beast! Today I'll skin you alive!"

In the midst of the chaotic battle, a scream suddenly erupted from the edge of the cliff. Nangong Xiaodie, while dodging hidden weapons, slipped, her pink dress billowing in the wind, and she plummeted into the abyss like a kite with a broken string.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he used the unparalleled lightness skill "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles" to transform into a white rainbow and sweep over the heads of the crowd.

The moment he grabbed Nangong Xiaodie's wrist, Nangong Yuchuan lunged forward with a sinister grin, his Yin Sha Claw aimed straight for their backs. Shi Feiyang tossed the Xuan Shuang Blade into the air, unleashing the "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade" divine skill! His palms danced, gleaming with silver light.

As the Heavenly Silkworm Technique was activated, countless silver threads shot out from his palms, binding Nangong Yuchuan's arm. The moment the purplish-black claw force struck the stone wall, it blasted out a crater more than ten feet deep. Amidst the flying debris, Shi Feiyang had already spun and landed with Nangong Xiaodie in his arms.

"You little bastard! How dare you touch someone from the Nangong family!" Nangong Jun charged forward, brandishing his family's Broken Mountain Blade. Wherever the blade passed, the stone slabs on the ground cracked inch by inch. Shi Feiyang pushed Nangong Xiaodie behind him, and his Xuan Shuang Blade spun out seven bamboo flowers: "Well done! Try 'Beating the Dog's Head'!" The Xuan Shuang Blade and the Broken Mountain Blade collided, and the resulting energy swirled the surrounding gravel into the air, forming a small tornado inside the cave.

Murong Hui seized the opportunity to throw out three poisoned silver needles, their tips gleaming with an eerie blue light. Shi Feiyang used the "luring the dogs into the stronghold" technique, drawing a semi-circular arc with his bamboo stick, causing the silver needles to change direction and embed themselves in the stone pillar beside He Qiulian.

He Qiulian was furious. Her nine-section whip flew out like a snake from its hole, and the barbs at the tip of the whip went straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

He neither dodged nor evaded; a burst of silver light erupted from his palm, and silk-like threads wrapped around the whip. With a backhand tug—the nine-section whip snapped instantly, the barbs at the tip grazing He Qiulian's cheek and leaving a bloody mark. "No dogs under heaven!" Shi Feiyang suddenly wielded the Xuan Shuang Blade with impenetrable force, forming a green barrier.

Wherever the sword shadows passed, rubble, hidden weapons, and palm strikes were all shredded into dust. Nangong Yuchuan's Yin Sha Claw, Wang Shicai's Iron Claw, and Murong Hui's Silver Needles were all deflected by the barrage of sword shadows, instantly leaving the cave walls riddled with countless holes. He Qiulian covered the wounds on her face, her eyes flashing with fear: "This... what kind of evil technique is this!"

Murong Hui's ghostly face appeared and disappeared in the shadow of the staff, and his hoarse voice was filled with resentment: "Shi Feiyang, don't be so smug!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly threw out a handful of black powder, and the cave was immediately filled with smoke.

Shi Feiyang smelled the pungent sulfur odor in the air and suddenly laughed out loud: "Old ghost, you want to use gunpowder to ambush me?" He activated his Heavenly Silkworm Technique, and silver threads spread out like a net, wrapping up all the gunpowder that had not yet exploded.

When the smoke cleared, Murong Hui and the others had already vanished into the darkness, leaving behind only a mess. Shi Feiyang brandished the Xuan Shuang Blade in his hand, then turned to the still-shaken Nangong Xiaodie: "Miss, was that show entertaining?"

Having not been intimate with Shi Feiyang for almost a year, Nangong Xiaodie nestled in Shi Feiyang's arms, her delicate body trembling incessantly.

Shi Feiyang picked up Nangong Xiaodie and carried her to her boudoir. The night in Nangong Wan was filled with the fragrance of aged sandalwood, and the moonlight filtered through the carved window lattice, casting fine silver spots in Nangong Xiaodie's room.

The silk curtains hanging from the sandalwood bed moved undisturbed without any wind. Shi Feiyang looked at the trembling body in his arms and suddenly felt that all the bloodshed and turmoil he had endured in the martial world over the past year could not compare to the tears that had not yet fallen from her eyelashes at this moment.

"You still know to come back..." Nangong Xiaodie's voice trembled, but the strength with which she gripped his clothes was astonishing. The jasmine scent in her hair mingled with ambergris, weaving a tender net within the warm tent.

When Shi Feiyang looked down, he caught a glimpse of the fading old scar behind her ear—a mark left from when he shielded her from Murong Hui's hidden weapon in the peach blossom maze last year, now etched into a love poem in the passage of time.

He traced the scar with his fingertips, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Xiao Die, this past year I've dreamt of you all the time..." Before he could finish, her trembling lips sealed his words. Nangong Xiao Die's kiss was filled with the madness of a long-awaited reunion; as her pearly teeth gently bit his lower lip, Shi Feiyang felt his blood boiling.

Her hand slipped inside his clothes, touching the gruesome sword wound on his chest, and she suddenly whimpered, "Does it hurt?" Shi Feiyang took the initiative and pressed her down onto the brocade quilt embroidered with twin lotus blossoms. Under the influence of the Mingyu Gong, his skin glowed with a warm, jade-like color: "It hurts, but it's not as painful as not being able to see you."

He kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes, but his pupils contracted sharply when he touched the red mark on her neck—a remnant of the Heart Gu poison. "That old devil Murong Hui..." His voice was so cold it could freeze, but Nangong Xiaodie sealed his lips with her fingertips.

"Don't talk about him..." She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, "I've waited for you for three hundred and sixty-five days and nights, counting the peach blossoms blooming and fading. If you bring up grudges again today, I will..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang had already kissed her trembling lips.

The gentle moonlight covered them with a brocade quilt, as if draping the most sacred wedding gown over this couple who had weathered many storms.

(End of this chapter)