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

Chapter 56: Life and Death Night! Shenshui Palace Raids Changsheng Castle
Lin Wanqing, like a lithe night cat, quietly returned to her own residence, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility of the night. She slowly closed the door, her movements as gentle as if she were protecting a rare treasure. Then, she lay quietly on the soft bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her thoughts already drifting far away.

She secretly thanked herself for not being Liu Guihua and not making the decision to expel Shi Feiyang from Changsheng Castle. Otherwise, she couldn't imagine how huge the disaster would be, and the losses would be incalculable.

The Xiongying Society, founded by Shi Feiyang, has grown at an astonishing rate and expanded its influence at a furious pace. In just a few months, its disciples have surpassed 10,000, a thriving momentum that fills Lin Wanqing with profound emotion.

In contrast, Changsheng Fort, built with the tireless efforts of her father, Lin Hui, now boasts only a thousand residents, most of them unarmed and ordinary. This stark contrast made her sigh deeply, the disparity between people so vast. She couldn't help but wonder, if she were in Liu Guihua's shoes and made the wrong choice, what kind of desperate situation would Changsheng Fort find itself in?

Shi Feiyang's unexpected recovery surprised and delighted Gong Simeng, and she was so excited that she could hardly control herself.

When she saw Shi Feiyang standing before them, full of life, her heart overflowed with joy like a flood, tears filling her eyes. Her gaze locked onto Shi Feiyang, as if everything in the world had vanished, leaving only his upright figure and resolute face. Her hands trembled slightly, and though she wanted to move forward, she hesitated. Her inner excitement overwhelmed her, and she could only repeat to herself, "He's finally recovered. He's truly recovered."

However, within this joy lies a deep contradiction.

Gong Simeng knew very well that she was born in Shenshui Palace, and at this moment Shenshui Palace was in a hostile state with Changsheng Fort.

As the former maid of Liu Yanran, the Palace Master of Shenshui Palace, she had long held a loyal and reliant ties to the Palace. Those years spent there were not easily forgotten. However, the Shenshui Palace had now brutally attacked Changsheng Fort, killing anyone on sight. The bloody scene filled her with pain and struggle.

"I could never have imagined that the Shenshui Palace, where I once served, would become like this. Every scream of those innocent people hits my heart like a hammer." Gong Simeng cried out in pain in her heart, "I have been in Shenshui Palace for many years. Although the Palace Master treats me as master and servant, he is not without gratitude. But how can I sit idly by and watch this brutal massacre? Shi Feiyang... He is someone I care about. There are also many kind people in Changsheng Castle. How can I watch them being slaughtered?"

Gong Simeng stands at a crossroads in life, not knowing whether to continue to be loyal to Shenshui Palace or to stand firmly on Shi Feiyang's side.

This contradictory emotion was like a heavy shackle that tightly bound her heart and caused her unbearable pain.

At this time, Gong Simeng carefully pushed open the bedroom door, her movements so gentle that they were almost silent, and then slowly closed it.

She slowly slid into bed, savoring the momentary warmth, but her heart was roiling with anxiety, unable to calm down. She fell into deep thought. Shi Feiyang's image kept resurfacing in her mind, and she recalled every moment she had spent with him. Those warm moments now became a source of inner conflict. "If I side with him, what will the Shenshui Palace do to me? But if I don't side with him, how can I face my own heart?"

Shi Feiyang's Xiongying Society has many disciples, but Gong Simeng knows nothing about their hiding places.

These disciples seemed to be everywhere, yet as if they had never existed, which made Gong Simeng's inner contradictions and struggles more intense.

She kept asking herself, did she really want to leave Shenshui Palace forever and follow Shi Feiyang on a journey through the martial arts world filled with unknowns and uncertainties? Was this a wise decision? And could she bear the consequences?
These questions were like a tangled mess, becoming more and more entangled in her mind, making her upset and restless.

Wu Zhong and Xiao Lingling returned to their rooms, excitedly got into bed, and immersed themselves in joy.

However, in the dead of night, a sudden, sharp, rapid sound of arrows piercing the air rang out, like a flash of lightning piercing the night sky, dense and piercing. Then, from within Changsheng Castle came a terrified cry for help: "Fire! Help!" This cry, like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, instantly shattered the night's tranquility, plunging the entire castle into chaos and clamor.

In the light of the fire, chaotic footsteps echoed in the air as people fled in panic, desperately seeking shelter. Painful howls rose and fell, telling of endless pain and despair.

Swoosh! Like a torrential downpour, the enemy's arrows relentlessly rained down upon every corner of Changsheng Fort. Like deadly meteors, a barrage of rockets pelted the castle, instantly igniting vast swathes of buildings. The raging fire spread rapidly, engulfing everything. In this sudden disaster, hundreds of people within Changsheng Fort tragically perished, their lives seemingly fragile beneath the ravages of flames and arrows.

Shi Feiyang, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, Lin Wanqing, Gong Simeng and others were suddenly awakened by the sudden noise.

They quickly got up from their couches, swiftly grasped their weapons, and rushed out of the dormitory without hesitation.

The sight before them horrified them: flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke billowed, like a purgatory on earth. The flames licked the walls mercilessly, devouring all combustible materials, making crackling sounds.

The air was filled with a pungent, burning smell, nearly suffocating. Every breath was a burning pain. Distant cries of killing and wailing blended together, forming a tragic and majestic melody that echoed across the land shrouded in flames of war.

Shi Feiyang's figure appeared particularly tall in the firelight, and Gong Simeng's eyes followed him involuntarily.

In this chaotic scene, their eyes met.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were filled with determination and concern, as if telling Gong Simeng not to be afraid, that he would protect everything.

Gong Simeng's eyes were full of worry and concern. She was afraid that Shi Feiyang would be in danger in this battle.

It turned out that the Shenshui Palace once again launched a large-scale attack on Changsheng Fort.

Liu Yanran, the Palace Master of Shenshui Palace, has always wanted to annihilate all the gangs in Liaodong and make himself and Shenshui Palace the absolute overlords.

This time, Shenshui Palace carefully planned a night attack.

They gathered the elite forces of their numerous branches, totaling over 3,000 men, and under the personal command of Liu Yanran, they launched this meticulously planned attack. Like a surging tide, the warriors of Shenshui Palace surged towards Changsheng Fortress, armed with a vast multitude of rockets and employing fire tactics, attempting to destroy the fortress in one fell swoop.

The leaders of various martial arts sects in Changsheng Fort and their disciples are facing unprecedented severe tests.

At the same time, the elites of Shenshui Palace, including Liu Tingting, Gong Ci'en, Gong Yao'en, and Qingyi, led some warriors to lurk in secluded areas around Changsheng Fort. Their eyes were like hawks, constantly monitoring the movements within the fort.

If they found someone trying to escape because of the thick smoke, they would immediately draw their bows and arrows and give them a fatal blow without mercy.

Without consulting Shi Feiyang, Lin Wanqing quickly demonstrated her courage and responsibility.

She calmly organized the leaders and disciples of the major sects within Changsheng Fort, quickly gathering their forces to confront this sudden crisis. Her eyes were firm and calm as she methodically directed everyone, her voice clear yet powerful: "Don't panic, everyone. Follow my command. We will definitely defend Changsheng Fort!"

Shi Feiyang did not rush into battle, but instead showed his outstanding wisdom.

He calmly gave instructions to "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong and "Double Blade" Xiao Lingling, who had come to seek strategy: "Sister Xiao, please quickly find Gong Simeng's whereabouts and ensure her safety. Brother Wu, please follow me out of the fort to annihilate the enemy."

Xiao Lingling took the order and left quickly. Hearing that Shi Feiyang cared so much about her safety, Gong Simeng felt a surge of warmth in her heart, but at the same time, she also felt a sense of worry.

She silently prayed in her heart that Shi Feiyang would return safely: "He must be okay, he must be safe."

Gong Simeng anxiously searched for Shi Feiyang in the chaotic crowd, trying to keep up with him, but was repeatedly separated by the surging flow of people. Shi Feiyang and Wu Zhong quickly flew out of Changsheng Fort, passed the crowd of Shenshui Palace, and flew over the fertile fields behind the human wall.

Wu Zhong asked anxiously: "Chief, are the two of us going to fight against thousands of enemies alone?" He was full of doubts and even reached out to touch Shi Feiyang's forehead, trying to confirm whether his old illness had relapsed. However, there was no sign of fever where he touched.

Shi Feiyang ignored Wu Zhong's question and took out the deerskin bag from his waist. He said to Wu Zhong, "Brother Wu, our reinforcements will arrive soon. Gather them and convey the order to encircle and annihilate the people from Shenshui Palace. Remember, first shoot the enemy with the Ma Jun Crossbow and launch a surprise attack from behind. Now, I will go to fight Liu Yanran."

After saying this, without further explanation, he dumped over ten thousand disciples of the Xiongying Society from the deerskin bag. Then, he took off, sprinting towards Liu Yanran. His figure vanished into the night like a flash of black lightning.

After much trouble, Gong Simeng finally got rid of the chaotic crowd and tracked Shi Feiyang's breath all the way, but found that Liu Yanran had already launched an extremely fierce attack on Shi Feiyang.

Seeing this, Gong Simeng pulled out his python whip without hesitation and shouted, "Brother Shi, I'm here to help you!"

Her voice was particularly loud amid the clamor of battle, full of determination.

When Liu Yanran saw Gong Simeng joining the battle, his expression suddenly darkened and he snorted coldly, "You traitor! How dare you betray Shenshui Palace!"

Gong Simeng remained unwavering, standing firmly beside Shi Feiyang and retorting, "I simply refuse to aid the wicked. What you're doing is beyond the reach of justice!"

Shi Feiyang looked at Gong Simeng beside him, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He whispered, "Be careful."

Gong Simeng nodded slightly, and the two of them looked at each other, then tacitly joined forces to attack Liu Yanran.

Shi Feiyang used fierce palm techniques, with whistling palm winds and each strike containing great power; Gong Simeng used the Shenshui Palace's Shenshui Python Whip Technique, which was strange and changeable.

The two of them, one attacking and one defending, coordinated perfectly and for a while they were evenly matched with Liu Yanran.

The fierce battle was in full swing when a strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing the surrounding sand and stones into the air.

Shi Feiyang was not paying attention and was almost hit by Liu Yanran's palm wind, and his body swayed slightly.

Seeing this, Gong Simeng was extremely anxious. She rushed over and used her body to protect Shi Feiyang. The vicious Liu Yanran seemed reluctant to kill Gong Simeng and actually let her go.

Shi Feiyang looked at Gong Simeng who was risking her life to protect him, and his heart was filled with emotion and heartache.

In fact, Shi Feiyang's martial arts were not fully displayed, and he only used a tiny bit of his strength.

He did this just to test Gong Simeng's martial arts skills, and he was confident that he could ensure Gong Simeng's safety.

"Why are you so stupid? Don't you want to live?" Shi Feiyang said with a hint of reproach, but his eyes were full of concern. He suddenly activated the power of Mingyu Gong to the fourth level, and the true energy emanating from his body formed a vortex, circling Liu Yanran, preventing Liu Yanran from hurting Gong Simeng.

"I...I can't let anything happen to you." Gong Simeng's cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke softly. At this moment, she felt both nervous and sweet in her heart.

Their eyes met, and their gazes conveyed trust and encouragement that only they could understand.

At this time, Lin Wanqing also started a duel with Liu Tingting.

Lin Wanqing held a long sword in her hand, her figure light and graceful, like a green lotus blooming in the flames of war.

His Changsheng Sword Technique is characterized by light and agile sword moves, and every sword swing is accompanied by an elegant arc, as if dancing.

At this moment, Lin Wanqing's eyes were fixed on Liu Tingting's every move, calmly looking for her flaws.

Her swordsmanship is as natural and smooth as flowing water. Sometimes it is like a spring breeze, gently dissolving the opponent's attacks; sometimes it is as swift as lightning, piercing the opponent's vital points.

The beautiful Liu Tingting showed her cruel side at this moment.

She has a beautiful face and skin as white as snow, like a fairy from heaven.

However, her heart was as vicious as a snake or scorpion.

At this moment, Liu Tingting wielded the Divine Water Sword, her strikes steady and powerful, each blow carrying immense force, as if to crush her opponent. Her eyes were cold and cruel, filled with murderous intent, as she attacked Lin Wanqing relentlessly. Her swordplay was unpredictable, sometimes like a surging river, constantly flowing; other times, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, suddenly delivering a fatal blow.

Every move of Liu Tingting is full of aggressiveness and makes people shudder.

At this moment, the martial arts heroes of Changsheng Fort also started a desperate fight with the warriors of Shenshui Palace.

Their shouts and the clash of weapons intertwined to form a tragic war song.

Swords flashed and blood dyed the ground red. Both sides were fighting with their last bit of strength for their respective beliefs and goals.

(End of this chapter)