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

On the banks of the Luo River, there stretches for miles, a verdant bamboo forest. When the evening breeze rustles through the forest, the bamboo leaves whisper like the "Rainbow Feather Dress Dance" flowing from the strings of a pipa. Shi Feiyang lovingly accompanied Yang Yu as she grew up. The two often strolled together along the Luo River, one wielding a stick, the other dancing; they drank together under the moon, chatting and laughing, enjoying themselves immensely.

That day, Shi Feiyang leaned against an old bamboo tree, a half-roasted chicken skewered on a green bamboo stick. Suddenly, he tossed the chicken bone into the air—Yang Yu, who was wielding two swords several feet away, suddenly froze the silvery sword light, and the sword tip caught the last bit of meat on the bone.

Shi Feiyang whistled and exclaimed, "What an exquisite 'Swallow Pecking at Food'!"

The bamboo stick spun in his palm, emitting a ring of blue light.

Then, he added jokingly, "But compared to my 'hungry dog ​​fighting for food,' it's still a little bit lacking!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lightly touched the ground with his toes and floated into the depths of the bamboo forest like a willow catkin. The bamboo stick drew an arc like a puppy playing with a ball, causing the bamboo leaves on the ground to flutter like green snow.

Yang Yu smiled reproachfully, crossing her twin swords into a cross: "Shi Lang is being unreasonable again! Behold my move, 'Xiao Xiang Bamboo Rain'!"

Before she finished speaking, dozens of cold stars suddenly burst forth from the tip of the sword, each wisp of sword energy precisely slashing towards the major acupoints on Shi Feiyang's body. However, she had only used half of the move when she saw that the opponent's bamboo stick suddenly softened like a whip, wrapping around her along with the sword's momentum—it was the "entanglement" technique from the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, "pulling the dog's tail to death."

"Miss Yang's sword dance is beautiful, but it lacks a certain earthiness," Shi Feiyang teased, swinging his bamboo stick to deflect Yang Yu's left sword to the right. He then took the opportunity to move closer, his nose almost touching her trembling eyelashes, and said with a grin, "For example, right now, you should do it like this..."

He suddenly used the end of his stick to pick up a bamboo leaf, gently pressed it against the tip of her nose, and said in a serious tone, "We need to take things by surprise and catch her off guard!"

Yang Yu chuckled, amused, but her swordplay remained perfectly steady. With a flick of her wrist, the swordplay suddenly softened, wrapping around the bamboo staff like a spring breeze rustling willow branches. She said affectionately, "Shi Lang, do you know that Father once said, 'The sword has the heart of a zither'? Listen—"

Before the words were even finished, the tip of the sword flicked lightly against the bamboo stick, producing a clear "ding." In an instant, all the bamboo leaves in the forest seemed to vibrate in response to the note, weaving a flowing sound network in the twilight.

A glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, and he suddenly dropped his playful expression.

He activated his Mingyu Gong, and his glass-like skin developed icy blue patterns. The suction force of the vortex on his bamboo staff suddenly increased. He said, "Since you have a heart of music, you should be matched with the courage of a sword! Taste my 'Sichuan Dog Barking at the Sun'!" Instantly, the bamboo staff in his hand moved like a snake emerging from its hole, aiming straight for Yang Yu's wrist holding the sword. Although the name of the move was vulgar, the shadow of the staff concealed the graceful movement of "hiding one's body and name".

"You smooth talker!" Yang Yu scoffed, her twin swords creating a curtain of swords. "Then let me show you 'A Glimpse of the Shadow'!" As the sword light flowed, she incorporated the footwork of the "Rainbow Feather Dance" into her sword moves. As her clothes fluttered, bamboo leaves stuck to her sleeves, making her look as if she were wearing an emerald feather robe.

Shi Feiyang was so captivated by the sight that he almost dropped the bamboo stick, but then he heard her say, "If this move were played with a pipa, it would surely have the beauty of 'large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate'."

Shi Feiyang suddenly retracted his stick and leaped up, the bamboo stick drawing a circle in the air. He grinned and said, "Miss Yang, look! This is my newly created 'Stick Breaks the Couple'—oh dear, I misspoke, it's 'Stick Dance in Rainbow Skirts'!"

He pretended to frantically imitate Yang Yu's swordplay, but accidentally tripped over a bamboo root. He simply lay on the ground and used the tip of his stick to spin around picking at the bamboo leaves, teasingly saying, "Look, isn't this 'lazy dog ​​rolling' more interesting than your proper moves?"

Yang Yu was both annoyed and amused. Sheathed her sword, squatted down, and lightly tapped the tip of her sword on his nose, teasingly saying, "If it weren't for your protection, I would have carved a sunflower on your face with the 'Jade Maiden Heart Sword' long ago!"

Her fingertips brushed against Shi Feiyang's glassy skin, and she suddenly sighed, "I just wonder when this turmoil in the martial world will finally subside..."

Shi Feiyang suddenly sat up, slamming his bamboo stick down so hard that the surrounding bamboo rustled. He said nonchalantly, "What's there to be afraid of! With this precious bamboo stick of mine, even if that old bastard An Lushan came in person, he'd have to obediently be our dance partner!"

He grabbed Yang Yu's hand, placed the bamboo stick in her palm, and said in a serious tone, "Come on! Teach me 'Wind Through Peony' again, and this time I promise I won't turn the bamboo into a sieve!" In the bamboo forest where dusk was falling, the two of them began to dance with a stick and two swords once again.

Shi Feiyang deliberately imitated the moves in a crooked and awkward way, sometimes hooking Yang Yu's skirt with the end of his stick, and sometimes imitating a monkey climbing bamboo, making her laugh continuously. However, when her sword was blocked, he cleverly resolved the situation with "transferring flowers and connecting jade".

The two danced faster and faster, their swords and staffs flashing and intertwining to create a mesmerizing halo.

Shi Feiyang deliberately created an opening, letting Yang Yu's sword tip press against his throat, but suddenly opened his mouth and bit the blade, then spat it out, laughing, "Hehe, Miss Yang's sword is so sweet!" Yang Yu was so angry that she withdrew her sword, but couldn't help but laugh so hard she bent over.

"I'm not practicing anymore!" She stomped her feet and sat on the stone bench, her cheeks flushed as if drunk, feigning anger, "Every time I practice swordsmanship with you, you drive me half to death!" Shi Feiyang immediately stepped forward, using the blade of his sword as a mirror to look at himself, and said self-deprecatingly, "How could my handsome appearance be infuriating? But Miss Yang, if you had turned half a circle more with that 'Dragon Swimming in the Green Water' move, you could have ripped my belt off!"

Before he finished speaking, the sound of constables' footsteps came from afar. Shi Feiyang's eyes darted around, and he suddenly grabbed Yang Yu's hand, pulling her into a secret passage behind the artificial hill. He whispered, "Hurry up! I'll take you to see some treasures!" The two groped their way forward in the darkness, when suddenly their eyes lit up—it was an abandoned dance floor. Moonlight streamed through the round opening in the dome, illuminating the peony petals scattered on the ground.

"Miss Yang, do you still remember the Rainbow Feather Dance you mentioned?" Shi Feiyang threw away his longsword, took out two glow sticks from his deerskin bag, and said, "Today, I'll dance a song with you!" He then struck an exaggerated dance pose, which made Yang Yu laugh so hard she almost fell over.

The two danced gracefully under the moonlight, Shi Feiyang's staff skills and Yang Yu's sword skills blending together wonderfully. Sometimes he imitated a vicious dog pouncing on its prey, and sometimes he struck a pose like a peacock spreading its tail, making Yang Yu laugh until she cried, yet unintentionally, his movements were perfectly coordinated with hers.

Yang Yu said affectionately, "Shi Lang, look!" She suddenly pointed to the dome, where countless fireflies, attracted by glow sticks, formed a giant heart shape in the air. Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist, his glassy eyes shimmering gently in the moonlight, and said softly, "Miss Yang, the road of the martial world is extremely dangerous, but as long as you are by my side, even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, I am willing to dance this dance with you."

Looking at his earnest expression, Yang Yu felt a warmth in her heart and gently leaned into his arms. Shi Feiyang then carried Yang Yu and jumped into the tent on the back of the Vermilion Bird. The shadows of the two were stretched long by the moonlight, which contrasted beautifully with the peony petals scattered on the ground, like a painting that would never fade.

In the early morning, still half asleep, Yang Yu turned over and reached out to hug Shi Feiyang, but found nothing. Startled, she quickly got up, put on her clothes, and got out of bed, only to find Shi Feiyang squatting on the artificial hill.

Shi Feiyang looked up at Yang Yu, poked at the beehive with a green bamboo stick, and teased, "Madam, everyone says that Luoyang peonies are the best in the world, but in my opinion, they are not as beautiful as the skirts of my wife when she dances!"

Before the words were finished, the tinkling of jade pendants rang out from mid-air. Yang Yu, dressed in a moon-white dance dress, leaped down from the back of the Vermilion Bird and walked gracefully towards them, holding two swords in her hands.

"What mischief is Shi Lang up to now?" she asked softly, her fair hand rising slightly as her twin swords drew two silver streaks, the tips of which plucked a falling peony petal. She teased, "Today I'll teach you the 'Lingbo Weibu Sword Technique,' but you mustn't wield the sword like a fire poker like last time!"

Shi Feiyang flipped down, deliberately striking a comical pose, and said in a serious tone, "Yes, madam! But, let's make a deal first: if I learn quickly, you must reward me with a sweet kiss!" With that, he snatched the long sword from Yang Yu's hand, but staggered a couple of steps due to "excessive force," causing the butterflies in the flower bushes to fly away in fright.

"Stop being so glib!" Yang Yu scolded playfully, her twin swords tracing a perfect arc as she crossed them. Then, she said seriously, "Watch closely, this first move, 'Wind Through Peony,' should be as gentle as a spring breeze brushing against the petals..."

She flipped her wrist, and the tip of her sword touched a petal. The flower then began to spin in circles, remaining there for a long time.

Shi Feiyang was dazzled by the sight. He tried to imitate it and swung his sword, but ended up splitting the stone table next to him in two. Then he exclaimed, "Ouch! This sword is even more disobedient than my bamboo stick!" He scratched the back of his head and grinned foolishly. Suddenly, he noticed the beads of sweat on Yang Yu's temples. He used the tip of his sword to pick up a handkerchief and skillfully handed it to her.

"Always trying to be glib!" Yang Yu scolded playfully, taking the handkerchief, but her fingertips accidentally touched his sword. In an instant, Shi Feiyang activated his Mingyu Gong, his glassy skin glowing with blue light. The two swords clashed, instantly bursting into sparks, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

"What...what's going on?" Yang Yu asked in surprise, her eyes widening instantly. She felt a warm current flowing through the sword, merging with her internal energy from her swordplay. Shi Feiyang laughed heartily, suddenly switching from sword to staff, using the "Puppy Playing with a Ball" move, circling around Yang Yu's two swords, teasingly saying, "Madam, my move is called 'Sword and Staff Combined'! Your swordsmanship is like a flowing robe, while my staff technique...well, it's like a dog catching a mouse—meddling in other people's business!" With that, he picked up Yang Yu and jumped into the tent on the back of the Vermilion Bird.

Although their marriage was not arranged by their parents or by a matchmaker, and no outsiders knew about it, the two lived together very intimately.

However, the martial world and the imperial court will never be peaceful.

The disaster relief team did not give up easily.

On this day, the red lanterns of the Yang Mansion in Luoyang reflected the first snow, turning the courtyard into a warm red.

Shi Feiyang, dressed in a brand-new brocade robe, tied his jade belt into a bow, and swung his emerald green bamboo stick around in the corridor. He said in a low voice, "Madam, your uncle's birthday banquet is even more lively than the ice cellar of the Yihua Palace. How about we, husband and wife, perform a 'sword and stick duet' to liven things up later?"

A soft laugh came from inside the room. Amidst the jingling of pearls and jade, she stepped out gracefully in a pomegranate-red wedding dress. The gold hairpins at her temples trembled slightly with her laughter. She scolded, "My Shi Lang is talking nonsense again. Today is Uncle's birthday. You must be more solemn."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang had already used a bamboo stick to lift her red veil. His glassy eyes sparkled in the candlelight as he grinned mischievously, "Solemn? That's so boring! Watch my stick-wielding technique—"

He suddenly unleashed his "puppy playing with a ball" move, spinning the bamboo stick around Yang Yu's embroidered shoes, laughing and saying, "This is called 'teasing the newlywed wife,' much more interesting than your Rainbow Feather Dance!" Just as they were playing around, the sound of string and wind instruments came from the front hall.

Yang Yu glared at him reproachfully, then took his arm and led him into the banquet. Yang Xuanjiao sat in the main seat, and upon seeing the two arrive, stroked his beard and smiled, "My dear nephew and my darling niece are truly a match made in heaven. Today is my birthday, so how about I ask the two of you to perform a dance for everyone?"

He was unaware that Yang Yu had secretly married Shi Feiyang, so he was very affectionate towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang also knew that as an official family, they certainly wouldn't like him, a wandering swordsman. However, he didn't want to be an official now, because he had been an emperor and felt more at ease in the world of martial arts.

Upon hearing Yang Xuanjiao's order, Shi Feiyang immediately jumped out, drawing a perfect arc in the air with his bamboo stick, and said in a serious tone, "Uncle has given the order, so I, your nephew, will certainly serve! But my dance partner..." He turned to look at Yang Yu, suddenly knelt on one knee, lifted the hem of her skirt with his bamboo stick, and teased, "Would the young lady be willing to dance a 'Sword and Stick Couple' with this wandering swordsman?"

Yang Yu's cheeks flushed, but she drew her soft sword from her waist and said politely, "Then please enlighten me, Master Shi." Before she finished speaking, music suddenly began. She flipped her wrist, and the swordplay was as smooth as flowing water, which was "Xiao Xiang Bamboo Rain".

Shi Feiyang laughed heartily, using his bamboo stick to perform a move called "Puppy Playing with a Ball," circling around her sword shadows. He then praised, "Miss, your sword dance is beautiful, but it lacks a touch of earthiness! Watch my move, 'Dog Catching a Mouse'—meddling in other people's business!"

The two, wielding a staff and two swords, danced in the center of the banquet, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Shi Feiyang deliberately feigned an opening, letting Yang Yu's sword tip press against his throat, but suddenly opened his mouth, bit the blade, and then spat it out, grinning mischievously, "Miss's sword is so sweet!"

This caused all the guests to burst into laughter. Yang Yu was both angry and amused. As she sheathed her sword, she accidentally slipped, and Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to pull her into his arms, laughing and saying, "Miss, be careful, don't break our 'Sword and Staff Combination'!"

Amidst laughter and cheers, eight dancers carrying golden platters entered the hall. Dressed in colorful gowns, their flowing sleeves released a fragrant aroma. Shi Feiyang's nose twitched slightly, then he suddenly frowned—the fragrance carried a faint, almost imperceptible, sweet-smelling metallic scent—the very aroma of the Disaster Relief Gang's secret poison, "Bone-Dissolving Powder"!

"Not good!" Shi Feiyang shouted, and his bamboo stick instantly moved in front of Yang Yu.

At that very moment, the dancers simultaneously flicked their flowing sleeves, unleashing a barrage of poisoned needles that gleamed with a ghostly blue light in the candlelight!

"You wicked bandits from the Disaster Relief Gang, you've come at the right time! I've been looking for you villains to settle accounts with! Humph! It's like finding a needle in a haystack!" Shi Feiyang roared, instantly activating the Bright Jade Skill, his glassy skin shimmering with icy blue patterns.

He gripped the dog-beating stick and unleashed a move from the "Sealing" technique called "Interlocking Fangs," wielding the bamboo stick to create an impenetrable barrier of green light that deflected all the poisoned needles. A series of crisp clanging sounds rang out as the poisoned needles pierced the beams and pillars, corroding the wooden structure and causing wisps of green smoke to rise from it!
"Protect the master!" the guards of the Yang family shouted in unison, each brandishing their swords and rushing forward, only to be entangled by the soft whips in the hands of the dancers.

Shi Feiyang caught a glimpse of the Sunflower Token at the waist of the lead dancer and immediately realized, "So she's a remnant of the Sunflower Sect!"

He shielded Yang Yu behind him and used the "picking" technique with his bamboo stick, specifically the move "picking the mangy dog," aiming straight for the opponent's wrist.

During the fierce battle, a dancer circled around to Yang Yu's side and shot a poisoned needle straight into her back.

Yang Yu's skill was still shallow, and he cried out in surprise, forgetting to dodge.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank suddenly. He used "Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles" to teleport instantly and used his back to block the poison needle.

With a "thud," the poisoned needle struck his smooth skin and broke into pieces!

"Shi Lang!" Yang Yu exclaimed anxiously, only to see Shi Feiyang grinning, taking out a rattle drum from his deerskin bag and shaking it, comforting her, "Don't be afraid, madam, my skin is thicker than a city wall!" He suddenly threw the rattle drum into the air, and taking advantage of the dancers' distraction, he used a move from the "Leading" technique, "Leading the Dogs into the Village," to redirect their attacks towards each other.

Yang Xuanjiao's expression changed drastically. He suddenly realized that the relationship between Shi Feiyang and Yang Yu was no ordinary one. He was filled with anger and regret, and regretted letting Shi Feiyang associate with Yang Yu. He retreated to the edge of the hall and whispered to the steward, "After defeating the enemy, quietly lock the young lady in the secret cellar room so that Shi Feiyang will never find her."

The butler nodded and then ordered several guards to make preparations.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang roared, "You villains of the martial world, burning, killing, and looting, committing all sorts of evil deeds, wreaking havoc on humanity! If I don't slaughter you all today, I swear I'm not human!" He swayed, using the profound lightness skill of "Concealing One's Identity and Name," sheathed his green bamboo staff, and then used his palms as blades, unleashing "Slaying the Mortal World" with both hands. The palm wind carried the force of an overwhelming tide, and the blade's light instantly cleaved through the dancers' formation.

However, the enemy was fearless and formed a Sunflower Formation, and the poison needles attacked again like swarms of locusts.

Shi Feiyang hurriedly grabbed Yang Yu's slender waist and used his amazing lightness skill of "leaving without a trace" to weave through the enemy ranks. He then carried Yang Yu on his shoulder, took out a bamboo stick from a mysterious deerskin bag at his waist, and used the move "hitting a dog in the water" from the "splitting" technique to smash a path through the enemy ranks.

He activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison" level, his body radiating icy energy. Wherever he went, poisoned needles froze, and the dancers' weapons shattered inch by inch! Then, with a "crack," the enemy formation collapsed, and the dancers screamed as they flew backward, the poisoned needles inside their bodies exploding from the recoil! Shi Feiyang stood to the side, leaning on his bamboo staff. Yang Yu, tears streaming down her face, threw herself into his arms, her fingertips touching his cold skin, and asked with concern, "Shi Lang, how are you?"

Shi Feiyang forced a smile, took out a piece of osmanthus cake from the deerskin bag and stuffed it into Yang Yu's cherry-like mouth, teasingly saying, "Silly lady, I'm perfectly fine! I'm just a little hungry, and this osmanthus cake..." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard steady footsteps behind him.

Yang Xuanjiao stood with his hands behind his back, the insignia on his official robes trembling slightly in the cold wind. He said respectfully, "Master Shi, I have important matters to discuss with you. Please allow me a moment to speak." His gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, and the bronze token hidden in his sleeve reflected a cold light.

Shi Feiyang raised an eyebrow, straightened the crooked gold hairpin at Yang Yu's temple, and comforted her, "Madam, please wait for me. I'll perform a magic trick for you later." After saying that, he turned and left, following Yang Xuanjiao through the winding corridor and into the cellar, where the candlelight flickered.

Yang Xuanjiao leaned against the mottled stone pillar and suddenly let out a long sigh: "Master Shi, to be honest, since Yu'er was born, a fortune teller has predicted that she is destined for a noble life and will enter the imperial palace." He ran his hand over a hidden compartment in the wall, and when the mechanism was activated, a cellar full of gold and silver treasures poured out like a galaxy. He pleaded, "Master Shi, you may take all these valuables, but please... don't ruin her future."

Shi Feiyang stared at the mountain of money and grain, slammed his bamboo stick heavily on the gold bricks, and cursed, "What a corrupt official in Henan Prefecture! This wealth of the people, is enough to fill several Luo Rivers?" Before he finished speaking, a loud crash of chains falling to the ground came from the top of the cellar.

He instinctively unleashed his unparalleled "Leave No Trace" lightness skill, only to see the two iron gates slam shut like the fangs of a giant beast, swallowing the last ray of light. In the darkness, Shi Feiyang activated his Mingyu Gong, his glassy skin glowing with a ghostly blue. His palms swept across the iron wall like flowing clouds, one stroke at a time, using the "Shifting Flowers and Jade" divine skill. With a crisp "crack," the door panels twisted and deformed like paper, but the cellar was already empty.

Spiderwebs swayed among the beams and pillars, and only half a jade pendant with a sunflower mark remained in the corner, gleaming ominously in the moonlight.

Shi Feiyang leaped out of the cellar, shouting, "Yang Yu! Madam! Where are you?" His voice shook the dust from the rafters. He trampled the blue bricks on the ground, searching every corner of the Yang mansion, but there was no sign of Yang Yu.

In another cellar on the outskirts of Luoyang, Yang Yu was chained to a black iron frame. Yang Xuanjiao, holding a bronze token, was whispering with three masked men. One of them removed his hood, revealing himself to be Liu Qi, the leader of the Disaster Relief Gang, who should have been dead!
"Rest assured, Lord Yang," Liu Qi patted his chest as a guarantee, licked the scar on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Once Yang Yu is presented to the palace, you will be a founding hero of the new dynasty." Yang Yu suddenly exerted her strength and slammed her head against the iron frame. Blood flowed down her forehead, and she cried out, "Uncle! Shi Lang will never let you go!" Before she finished speaking, a silver needle sealed her acupoint for speech.

Yang Xuanjiao turned his face away, his aged voice trembling slightly, a mixture of sadness and excitement as he said, "Yu'er, don't blame your uncle... this is your fate."

The morning bell of Luoyang shattered the thin mist, and startled crows fluttered past the ruins.

Shi Feiyang stood before the charred threshold of the Yang residence, his emerald green bamboo stick deeply embedded in the bluestone slab, cracks spreading outwards like a spider web.

The morning sun shone on his glassy skin, but instead of reflecting his usual cynicism, it revealed two clusters of almost frenzied flames.

"Master Shi! Master Shi, please wait!" A hoarse cry came from the street corner. The old steward of the Yang family came running over, stumbling.

His clothes were stained with mud, and he said in a trembling voice, "Miss Yang... has been kidnapped by the Disaster Relief Gang! They're going to offer her to that traitor An Lushan!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang felt a pang of pain in his heart, a surge of bloodlust rising within him. Involuntarily, he tightened his grip, and the bamboo stick in his hand snapped in two with a "crack." He whirled around, his glassy eyes flashing with bloodshot lines, and roared, "Which way are you going?"

His voice was like ice squeezed out from the deepest hell, startling the steward so much that his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, trembling as he said, "Southwest... to the Ghost Sorrow Gorge in the southwest!" Before the steward could finish speaking, he saw a flash of green before his eyes.

Shi Feiyang had already used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," and the strong wind stirred up by his clothes overturned the sunshades of the street vendors.

A surge of rage welled up within him, and the cries of Yang Yu when she was kidnapped filled his ears. He wished he could sprout wings and immediately raze the den of the Disaster Relief Gang to the ground.

A few days later, the miasma in Ghost Sorrow Gorge was as thick as ink.

Shi Feiyang covered his mouth and nose with a tattered cloth, but his fair skin was unaffected by the poisonous fog, glowing with a strange blue light.

Suddenly, the sound of metal clashing echoed from the bottom of the valley. Shi Feiyang's toes touched the decaying wood, and he used the mysterious lightness skill of "Concealing One's Body and Name" to silently sneak to the edge of the cliff. Below the cliff was a bunker built against the mountain, its obsidian walls gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

At the gate, dozens of gang members were escorting a prison van.

Through the gap in the carriage curtain, Shi Feiyang caught a glimpse of a familiar moon-white skirt, and his blood surged. He took out sulfur powder from his deerskin bag and sprinkled it around. He then channeled his Mingyu Gong to the level of "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," and wherever the frost in his palm touched, the miasma instantly condensed into ice crystals.

The scarred man guarding the gate charged forward, brandishing a spiked club, and roared at Shi Feiyang, "Which reckless fool dares to ruin the Disaster Relief Gang's good deed!"

Shi Feiyang sneered and retorted, "I am Shi Feiyang, and today I will tear down this doghouse!" As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his bamboo stick like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, unleashing a move from the "Poke" technique called "Shu Dog Barking at the Sun," with the tip of the stick aimed straight for his opponent's throat.

The man's pupils constricted, and he hastily blocked with his spiked club, but a crisp "crack" was heard, and the iron club was pierced in two!

The screams startled the bandits inside the fortress, and in an instant, arrows rained down. Shi Feiyang used his "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade" divine skill, his figure moving like a ghost through the rain of arrows, his palms flicking and guiding, deflecting all the crossbow bolts that were fired.

The arrows, whistling through the air, shot back into the fortress, accompanied by screams of agony. Taking advantage of the situation, Shi Feiyang unleashed his "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," using his palm as a blade. The palm wind of "Slaying the Mortal World" was like a raging storm, blasting a large hole through the heavy fortress door.

He stepped into the fortress, the stench of blood assaulting his nostrils. From the depths of the dungeon came the sound of dragging chains. Shi Feiyang was frantic, wielding his bamboo stick like a green blade to clear a path.

Guards surged forward, and Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Chop" technique of his "Dog-Beating Stick Method," employing exquisite moves such as "Strike the Dog's Head" and "Chase the Dog in the Alley," leaving a trail of blood and gore in his wake. His fair skin glowed with an eerie red light amidst the chaos, and each swing of his stick carried an earth-shattering force.

"Shi Lang... is that you?" A faint voice came from the deepest cell.

Shi Feiyang was struck dumb, and slammed his bamboo stick into the prison door. With a loud "boom," the door shattered into dust.

Yang Yu was chained to the rack, his hair disheveled, his clothes tattered, and his face covered with wounds.

Shi Feiyang's eyes instantly turned red. He used his Mingyu Gong to break the iron chains and pulled her tightly into his arms.

"It's alright, it's alright..." he comforted Yang Yu in a trembling voice, his glassy skin spontaneously circulating to heal Yang Yu's injuries. But then a sinister laugh came from above, and Liu Qi, the leader of the Disaster Relief Gang, appeared, followed by twelve red-clad protectors, their curved blades gleaming with an eerie green light.

"Shi Feiyang, how dare you trespass on the headquarters of my Disaster Relief Gang! Hmph! Today I'm inviting you into a trap, prepare to die!" Liu Qi roared, swinging his sword, the wind from which carried a deadly poison that corroded the air.

Shi Feiyang shielded Yang Yu behind him and used his bamboo stick to perform a move from the "Entanglement" technique called "Ten Tricks of Dog Fighting," engaging in a fierce battle with his opponent.

The twelve red-clad guardians launched their attack simultaneously, their blade array descending like a net from heaven.

Shi Feiyang hurriedly reminded her, "Madam, cover your ears!" He activated the Mingyu Gong and unleashed the ultimate secret of the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique," "No Dogs Under Heaven!" The emerald green bamboo stick transformed into countless afterimages, and wherever it went, the air emitted a tearing roar.

The red-clad protectors' scimitars shattered one by one, and Liu Qi was struck in the chest by the shadow of the staff, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Shi Feiyang carried Yang Yu out of the bunker, and the headquarters of the Disaster Relief Gang behind him collapsed with a bang under his palm strike.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the broken walls and ruins of Ghost Sorrow Valley into a scene of carnage.

The woman in Shi Feiyang's arms was still trembling slightly. The jasmine scent wafting from her hair was exactly the same as he remembered. However, he did not notice the sinister look hidden beneath her drooping eyelashes, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

Her pale fingertips rested lightly on Shi Feiyang's shoulder, and the golden bell on her wrist swayed gently with her steps, emitting a faint, teeth-grinding hum.

"Madam, I'm sorry you've suffered so much," Shi Feiyang said in a hoarse voice. As he looked down, he noticed a fresh scar on her neck—the shape of which was completely different from the jade pendant that Yang Yu always wore in his memory.

Shi Feiyang was startled. Before he could think further, the woman in his arms suddenly let out a silvery laugh. Her disheveled hair swayed with the laughter, revealing a face as beautiful as a peach blossom but as cold as ice.

Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of captivating phoenix eyes, with eerie flame patterns dotted at the corners of her eyes with cinnabar. Her bright red lips curved into a snake's forked tongue. She was none other than the "Thousand-Faced Fox," a legendary figure in the Disaster Relief Gang known for her mastery of poisons.

"What Yang Yu am I? I'm nothing but a scapegoat!" Thousand-Faced Fox chuckled, leaning back to reveal a poisoned dagger. Her waist was as supple as a snake, and the silver tattoos, barely visible beneath her black clothes, moved with her movements, seemingly alive as they coiled around her skin. Her nails were painted scarlet, each fingertip adorned with gleaming barbs, exuding a deadly allure and danger with every gesture.

She swayed her hips and teased, "Master Shi, you have such a cruel heart!" Her voice was so sweet it seemed to be mixed with arsenic. She added jokingly, "I've been pretending to be your sweetheart for so long, and you won't even give me a proper look?"

As she spoke, seven poisoned spider silk threads suddenly shot out from her sleeve, gleaming with an eerie blue hue in the twilight, like an invisible web of death. In an instant, a chilling mist rose around Shi Feiyang. His Mingyu Gong activated automatically at this critical moment, his skin condensing into spiderweb-like ice patterns. The moment "Thousand-Faced Fox's" short dagger struck the ice armor, sparks flew, and poison trickled down the ice, carving a sizzling crater in the ground.

Shi Feiyang stared incredulously at the other person's twisted, sinister grin, his ears ringing like thunder, and asked in horror, "Who...who exactly are you?"

"I'm just playing with lovelorn fools like you!" Fake Yang Yujian laughed and leaped away, but three bone-piercing nails flew out from her sleeve. Shi Feiyang swung his staff to block, but felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly tremble. Looking up, he saw eight black iron chains whistling down from the clouds, intertwining to form an impenetrable cage.

He hurriedly used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," to retreat, but his clothes were caught by chains, and he was pulled into the ground as if falling into an abyss!

A deafening roar shook the mountains and the earth. Shi Feiyang slammed heavily against the inner wall of the iron cage, his ice armor shattering into pieces upon impact. Looking up, he saw the opening above slowly closing, revealing Liu Qi's ferocious face in the sunlight. He sneered, "Shi Feiyang, did you think the headquarters of the Disaster Relief Gang was so easy to break into? Yang Yu was sent to An Lushan's lair long ago! Heh heh!"

Shi Feiyang gripped the emerald green bamboo stick and slammed it hard against the iron bars. Sparks flew, but the bars remained unmoved. His glassy eyes were practically spitting fire. He activated the Mingyu Gong, attempting to use the suction force of his icy blue true qi vortex to break the chains, only to discover that the iron cage actually contained black iron that suppressed true qi.

"Let me out!" His roar shook the cage. "Dare to touch Yang Yu, and I will grind you scoundrels to dust!"

"Clap clap! What a devoted man! Too bad, you're about to die! Hehe!" A sinister clapping sound came from the darkness.

The iron cage slowly sank, and eerie blue torches lit up one after another, illuminating the cold gleam of the torture instruments hanging on the walls. Liu Qi's voice came from all directions: "Shi Feiyang, I've heard that when the Mingyu Kung Fu is cultivated to its peak, a person can turn into ice crystals and live forever. Why don't I, the leader of this gang, give it a try and refine your glassy body into an ice sculpture to display at the entrance of the headquarters as a treasure to guard the house!"

Shi Feiyang gripped the bamboo stick tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palm.

Yang Yu's voice and smile kept flashing through my mind, intertwining with the tragic scene before me to create a piercing pain.

He roared to the sky, the sound waves causing dust to fall from the iron cage. The true energy surging beneath his glassy skin almost broke through the shackles as he roared, "Liu Qi! I, Shi Feiyang, will make you repay this grudge a hundredfold!"

Deep underground, the cage finally sank into darkness. Only that roar, filled with blood and tears, pierced through layers of rock, echoing for a long time in Ghost Sorrow Valley.

In Luoyang, at this moment, the real Yang Yu was imprisoned in a small pavilion in another residence of Yang Xuanjiao. No one would have guessed that Yang Yu was not imprisoned in a dark place, but lived in a spacious and luxurious pavilion, surrounded by countless beautiful maids serving him.

However, her mouth was gagged, so she couldn't speak or shout.

Looking out the window at the setting sun, she silently hid the blood-stained hairpin in her sleeve—the one Shi Feiyang had used to style her hair.

In the depths of the dungeon in the Ghost Sorrow Gorge in the southwest, a cage forged from black iron gleams with a cold, bluish-black light.

Shi Feiyang was trapped inside. The icy mist formed by the Mingyu Gong flowing around him blended with the dampness of the dungeon, creating a chilling atmosphere.

Liu Qi stood outside the cage with his hands behind his back, behind him twelve red-clad protectors holding curved swords, the deadly poison on the blades gleaming a dark blue in the torchlight.

Liu Qi grinned maliciously and said mockingly, "Shi Feiyang, this Xuan Tie cage is made of meteorite iron from outer space. Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would have no chance of escaping!" He toyed with a token engraved with a sunflower mark in his hand and said coldly, "You'd better stay here obediently and wait to turn into an ice sculpture!"

Shi Feiyang gripped the emerald green bamboo stick tightly, his true energy surging beneath his glassy skin.

He suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound so loud that rocks fell from the dungeon walls. He sneered, "Liu Qi, you think this broken cage can hold me? This bamboo stick of mine can even pluck the beard of the King of Hell!"

After speaking, the bamboo stick suddenly transformed into thousands of phantom images, unleashing the "dog-beating stick technique" of "a pack of dogs fighting for food," frantically stabbing and stabbing at the gaps in the cage.

However, the black iron was incredibly hard, and the bamboo stick only sent up a string of sparks upon impact. Seeing this, Liu Qi laughed even more arrogantly, and coldly cursed, "A last-ditch struggle! Beat him to death!"

The red-clad protectors shouted in unison, their curved blades flashing like venomous snakes, aimed directly at Shi Feiyang inside the cage. Shi Feiyang activated his Bright Jade Skill, his glassy skin glowing brightly. He used the "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade" divine skill to deflect the incoming blades towards the iron walls of the cage.

Amidst the clanging sounds, the black iron cage trembled slightly from the internal force.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang suddenly caught sight of a spider web in the corner of the dungeon.

A thought struck him, and he devised a plan. He deliberately created an opening, revealing a gap in his shoulder.

One of the guardians seized the opportunity to slash with his sword, but Shi Feiyang caught the blade with his other hand, and the icy blue true energy of Mingyu Gong formed a vortex of suction.

The protector suddenly felt as if his curved sword was being pulled by a tremendous force, and he uncontrollably crashed into the cage.

With a "crack," the guardian was smashed to pieces, and the black iron cage was also cracked!
Liu Qi exclaimed in alarm, "Not good! Stop him quickly!" He personally brandished his sword and stepped forward.

Shi Feiyang remained calm and unhurried. He took out a handful of cinnabar from his deerskin bag, mixed it with the icy blue true energy of his Mingyu Gong, and sprinkled it into the air.

The cinnabar, upon encountering air, transformed into a crimson mist, instantly filling the entire dungeon. (End of Chapter)