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

Chapter 55: Rebirth from the Ashes: Shi Feiyang's Path to Divine Transformation

Every morning, as the dawn breaks, the first rays of sunlight penetrate the thin clouds, bringing a hint of coolness and gently falling on the courtyard. The flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard are still covered with crystal dewdrops, gleaming in the dim light.

Shi Feiyang greeted the rising sun and came to the courtyard on time to practice Mingyu Gong.

He sat upright, cross-legged on the ground, his five hearts facing the sky, his eyes slightly closed, and his breathing even and steady.

In the courtyard, the breeze blew gently, the leaves rustled, and they were singing a soft melody for his practice.

Shi Feiyang discarded all distracting thoughts, and the only thing in his mind was the operation route of Mingyu Gong and the wonderful feeling of blending with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"This Mingyu Gong, incorporating the internal energy of the Yijinjing, is truly extraordinary. With every breath, I can feel the power within me growing stronger, as if awakening a sleeping dragon." Shi Feiyang mused to himself, "The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is like an endless treasure, waiting for me to dig. I must seize every opportunity to practice and become stronger."

The "Ming Yu Gong" which integrates the world's most authentic Buddhist internal energy "Yi Jin Jing Internal Energy" is like a cold undercurrent hidden in the darkness, silently but continuously flowing into Shi Feiyang's body.

As his skills were running at a high speed, the aura around him became increasingly cold, and was already able to freeze the surrounding air into frost.

Shi Feiyang could clearly feel that this force was not only tempering his physique, but also sharpening his will. At this moment, the flowers and plants in the courtyard were slowly covered with a thin layer of frost, and the delicate petals curled up slightly, shivering in this extreme cold air.

"This extreme cold power is the unique essence of Mingyu Gong. I must control it, harness it, and make it the sharpest weapon in my hand." Shi Feiyang felt a strong desire in his heart, eager to practice this magical skill to the peak level.

Once Shi Feiyang performed the ninth level of Mingyu Gong, Wuji Shura, the world seemed to be covered by a layer of frost.

He slowly raised his palms, and an extremely cold air emanated from his palms, causing the temperature around him to drop suddenly.

This extreme cold force is like the endless chill released by ancient glaciers. With just a slight wave, it can freeze rivers and lakes.

At this moment, the sunlight fell on him, but it could not dispel the oppressive cold; sweat slid down his forehead, and before it touched the ground, it had condensed into ice beads, shining with the light of his efforts.

The surface of the pond in the courtyard quickly froze, and the ice was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a cool light.

"Is this the power of the ninth level Wuji Shura? Such a powerful force really makes me feel insignificant. I can't stop here, I must continue to break through and explore the deeper mysteries of Mingyu Gong." Shi Feiyang's heart was burning with fighting spirit, and he was full of infinite expectations for future practice.

In the afternoon, the sun poured down relentlessly, baking the training ground to an incomparable scorch. Waves of heat rose from the ground, seemingly melting everything around them. A fierce wind, carrying a cloud of yellow sand, surged like a surging tide, causing the surrounding flags to flutter and tremble, threatening to be ripped apart by the violent wind.

The originally azure background of the sky was covered by thick sand and dust, becoming dim and depressing.

Shi Feiyang's legs stood firmly on the ground like an old tree with roots. He channeled his Qi into his Dantian, and the aura around him suddenly changed.

His eyes flashed with determination and majesty, and every time he slapped his palm, it was accompanied by a low roar, as if the Buddha had descended to the world, bringing with him endless pressure, which made the people around him unconsciously feel awe.

Shi Feiyang's current Tathagata Palm has been integrated with the fierceness and cruelty of the Heart-Destroying Palm.

When his palm thrust forward, the wind roared, as fierce as a violent storm, yet within this violence, it contained a sense of Buddhist compassion. Wherever the palm print touched, the surrounding air seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible giant hand, emitting a buzzing sound.

The fallen leaves, once peacefully lying on the ground, were now swept up by the powerful palm wind, whirling wildly through the air, accompanying Shi Feiyang's astonishing palm technique. The boulder beside the training ground shook violently under the palm wind, seemingly ready to be overturned at any moment. The surrounding trees, battered by the combined force of the palm wind and the fierce wind, had their branches blown this way and that, and their leaves rustled and fell, trembling with the overwhelming force.

When his palm strikes, it can not only split mountains and rocks, but also shatter the enemy's internal organs the moment it hits the enemy, making the enemy feel the end of his life in pain.

In the evening, Shi Feiyang stepped into a quiet bamboo forest and began to practice the Dragon Claw.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.

The breeze blew gently, and the bamboo leaves rustled, cheering for Shi Feiyang's practice.

His limber form was like a nimble dragon frolicking in the water, weaving through the bamboo forest. His hands transformed into claws, palms into grasping hands, and the shadows of his claws flew in a frenzy, a dazzling display. Every swing of his claws was accompanied by a sharp, whistling sound, as if it could rip the air apart.

The magical skill of the Dragon Claw becomes more and more fierce and powerful as Shi Feiyang further practices it.

His hands seemed to be endowed with the power of a real dragon, extremely sharp and invincible.

Facing a thick bamboo, Shi Feiyang suddenly leaped up, his claws lashing out with a few crisp "cracks," tearing the bamboo apart with ease, sending shards flying everywhere. He continued to leap and weave through the bamboo forest, his speed increasing, his figure gradually blurring as he honed his speed and agility, each movement like a streak of black lightning.

The surrounding bamboos bent under the wind of his claws, and the leaves fell down.

In the dead of night, everything was silent, only the flickering candlelight in Shi Feiyang's room illuminated his focused face.

The moonlight outside the window is like water, sprinkling on the quiet courtyard. The occasional chirping of insects makes the night even more tranquil.

He was studying the Baisheng sword technique, the blade in his hand gleaming coldly in the candlelight. Every strike seemed to split the void, the blade flashing and chilling. The Baisheng sword technique emphasized "fast, fierce, sharp and accurate". The blade struck as fast as lightning, and every strike was deadly.

Shi Feiyang moved swiftly across the room, the knife in his hand constantly changing its angle. Each swing carried an unstoppable momentum, capable of severing any obstacle. The tables and chairs in the room trembled under the wind of his knife, also in fear of his sharp swordsmanship. His acupoint pressing technique was even more miraculous. With his eyes closed, he could find the acupoints with a light tap on the acupoint model, and life and death depended on his thoughts. His fingers moved swiftly across the acupoint model, sometimes lightly tapping, sometimes pressing harder. His movements were smooth and natural, and he had become one with the acupoint pressing technique. The moonlight shone through the window onto his hands, as if coating his fingertips with a layer of silver, adding a touch of mystery.

Shi Feiyang practiced these martial arts day after day, and his martial arts skills improved day by day.

However, he always remembered the advice of the Sunflower Saint and did not bite off more than he could chew. He only focused on practicing these most exquisite martial arts.

Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a year had passed.

However, inside the Shenlong Pagoda, the passage of time is not consistent with that in the outside world, as if here, time is given a unique meaning.

Bidding farewell to Lark and Bi Yan'er, Shi Feiyang left the mysterious Dragon Pagoda and returned to his bedroom in Changsheng Castle. Outside the pagoda, time seemed to stand still; and when Shi Feiyang returned to his bedroom, the passage of time had only been a few seconds.

At this time, Shi Feiyang heard a noise coming from outside the door and opened the door.

Outside the door, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, Lin Wanqing, Gong Simeng and others were knocking on the door anxiously, with worry written all over their faces.

Wu Zhong frowned, clenched his fists, and pounded on the door, shouting, "Chief Shi, please open the door!"

Xiao Lingling stamped her feet anxiously, her eyes filled with worry: "Chief, please don't do anything stupid!"

Lin Wanqing and Gong Simeng had tears on their faces. They supported each other and sobbed continuously.

Suddenly, they saw Shi Feiyang open the door in high spirits and stand in front of them with a bright look. Everyone was extremely surprised.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang seemed to be reborn, with a radiant face and bright eyes. He exuded a powerful aura that was awe-inspiring.

His skin glowed with health, his muscles were tight and full of strength, completely different from his previous frail appearance.

Seeing everyone's surprise, Shi Feiyang smiled slightly and said, "I'm really sorry to have caused you all to worry. I'm fine now, and thank you for your concern." His voice was loud and powerful, full of confidence, as if it was a huge bell blaring from his chest.

After hearing this, Wu Zhong and others finally felt relieved.

Xiao Lingling said respectfully: "Master, we are lucky that you are safe and sound. Just now, we knocked on the door for a long time without any response, and we were all very worried." She lowered her head slightly, her eyes full of respect.

Lin Wanqing also echoed: "Indeed, Chief Shi, your silence just now really made us extremely anxious and worried about your safety." She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, her eyes full of concern.

Shi Feiyang responded gratefully, "I deeply appreciate your concern. Otherwise, I might still be wallowing in sorrow, unable to extricate myself. Now, I have suddenly seen the light and must cheer up. For the sake of Changsheng Fort and our fellow fortresses, I must become stronger."

Upon hearing this, Gong Simeng's eyes sparkled with admiration, and she said, "Brother Shi, your awareness is truly a blessing for Changsheng Fort. We firmly believe that under your leadership, Changsheng Fort will prosper day by day."

She clasped her hands together, placed them in front of her chest, and looked at Shi Feiyang with admiration.

Shi Feiyang nodded and said firmly, "I will do my best. Now, please leave. I need to rest for a while."

Everyone obeyed the order and said goodbye and left.

Shi Feiyang slowly walked back to his bedroom. Lying on his bed, his mind racing, his heart in turmoil. Recalling his life-or-death experience, all thanks to the help of Lark and Bi Yan'er, and the priceless treasure of the Exquisite Pagoda, his heart surged with emotion.

However, after Shi Feiyang entered the bedroom, he instantly looked refreshed and energetic.

This sudden and huge change shocked Lin Wanqing, Gong Simeng, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling and others.

After they left Shi Feiyang's bedroom, discussions broke out.

Lin Wanqing frowned in thought, full of doubts. She stopped and looked sideways at Gong Simeng, asking in confusion: "What's wrong with Chief Shi? He looked sick before, how come he suddenly became so energetic? Which master suddenly came to visit and helped Chief Shi regain his masculinity?" Her eyes were full of curiosity and confusion.

Gong Simeng shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand either, and said, "Indeed, my brother Shi's aura has become extremely powerful. How could he become a different person in an instant? This is really unbelievable." Her eyes were full of amazement.

Wu Zhong had a serious expression on his face and said in a deep voice: "In any case, it is a great thing for us that Chief Shi has regained his masculinity. He is our chief. If the chief is not competent, then our Xiongying Society will be unsustainable. How will our tens of thousands of brothers survive in the future?" He crossed his arms across his chest, his expression solemn, and his eyes revealed his worry about the future of the Xiongying Society.

Xiao Lingling speculated curiously, "Do you think that Chief Shi had some kind of adventure? Could it be that Master Yuan Chi has returned? Right now, Master Yuan Chi is in Chief Shi's bedroom, avoiding us?"

She tilted her head, a curious glint in her eyes.

Everyone was talking about it, but no one could provide a definite answer.

Shi Feiyang's sudden change undoubtedly caused quite a stir in their hearts. Some speculated that Shi Feiyang might have been blessed by some mysterious power, while others wondered if there was some master secretly helping him.

(End of this chapter)