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

Chapter 58: Sword Light and Blood Shadow: Life and Death in Changsheng Castle
Facing Liu Tingting's extremely sharp sword, Lin Wanqing's face was solemn and her brows were tightly furrowed, like two mountains about to collapse.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if sucking in all the air around her. Her clothes rustled in the wind, clearly mobilizing all her strength, every muscle tensed like a bowstring ready to be released.

"Crack!" The two swords collided violently in the air, and the sound was like a thunder exploding in everyone's ears.

A crisp snapping sound instantly resonated throughout Changsheng Castle. The two streaks of cold light suddenly vanished, and the two swords unexpectedly broke simultaneously in this violent collision, the fragments of the blades falling like snowflakes.

However, what was shocking was that the person who fell down was Liu Tingting.

Liu Tingting's eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief, astonishment and deep unwillingness. Her body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Her hair was scattered messily on her face, making her look extremely disheveled.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed out from behind Lin Wanqing like a ghost. It was Shi Feiyang.

He wore a smile, a smile as warm as the spring sun, yet shrouded in mystery. "Miss Liu, excuse me for laughing, but you and your mother are no match for me, Shi." His voice was deep and rich, lingering in the air.

It turned out that Shi Feiyang flew down from a high altitude, his body as light as a snowflake falling in the wind, silently.

The moment he approached Lin Wanqing, his palm stretched out like a phantom and gently pressed on Lin Wanqing's back.

Shi Feiyang used his unique skill of "shooting the bull from behind the mountain". The invisible force was transmitted along Lin Wanqing's body, like a turbulent undercurrent, which made Liu Tingting stagger and fall directly to the ground.

But Shi Feiyang, mindful of Liu Tingting's striking resemblance to the Sunflower Saint, held back. The blow only knocked her off balance, leaving her unharmed. At that moment, a complex emotion flashed through Shi Feiyang's eyes, a stirring of past memories. Deep within his distant memory, a beautiful story with the Sunflower Saint began to stir.

But soon, Shi Feiyang regained his composure, and his eyes became deep and steady again.

Lin Wanqing gripped the broken sword tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

She stepped forward, each step carrying a resolute momentum, intending to end Liu Tingting's life with the broken sword in her hand.

However, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her like an insurmountable wall. It was Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang smiled, his eyes filled with persuasion: "Miss Lin, it's better to resolve a feud than to create one. Let her go. She's just an ignorant girl who doesn't understand reason. She once poisoned me, yet I spared her life. What's more, you are the lord of Changsheng Castle."

Liu Tingting struggled to her feet, her legs still trembling slightly. She stared blankly at Shi Feiyang, her heart filled with shock and confusion. According to intelligence, Shi Feiyang was no longer the man he once was, but the Shi Feiyang who appeared before her had unexpectedly returned to being a handsome, well-built young hero, radiating a sunny, energetic, and commanding presence.

Compared with previous confrontations, Shi Feiyang now appeared more mature and steady, his past immaturity had long since faded away.

Could the intelligence be wrong? Liu Tingting pondered in her heart, full of confusion.

Deep within Lin Wanqing's heart, the flames of revenge burned fiercely. The seeds of hatred had long since taken root, and now they were burning to the point of nearly collapsing her sanity. However, she knew that Shi Feiyang's words were like a commandment that could not be disobeyed.

If Shi Feiyang had not come to the rescue in time, Changsheng Castle would have been reduced to ruins under the fierce attack of Shenshui Palace.

What's more, behind Liu Tingting stands the powerful and unshakable force of Liu Yanran.

Shi Feiyang asked her to let Liu Tingting go. Was this connected to Liu Yanran? But how could Lin Wanqing redress her deep hatred for her father? These thoughts swirled in her mind, causing her unbearable pain.

Therefore, Lin Wanqing put away the broken sword in a mixture of anger and helplessness, and slowly walked towards the injured people in Changsheng Castle.

Despite her rage, her eyes instantly softened with concern when she saw the wounded warriors fighting bloody battles for Changsheng Fort. She soothed them with gentle words, her voice like a spring breeze, caressing the warriors' hearts. She personally tended to their wounds, her movements gentle and deft, revealing her deep concern for these warriors.

Under Lin Wanqing's comfort, the hundred or so survivors of Changsheng Fort gradually calmed down, and Xiang Kun and others quickly joined in to help care for the injured. Busy figures shuttled through Changsheng Fort, fighting against death for every last life.

Gong Simeng stared at Shi Feiyang blankly, her eyes full of shock and confusion.

She never expected that Shi Feiyang would forgive Liu Tingting again - the woman who had attempted to poison Shi Feiyang and bury him alive.

Liu Tingting's cruel actions against Shi Feiyang were vivid in Gong Simeng's mind, each detail like a sharp blade, piercing her heart. Yet, Shi Feiyang repeatedly released Liu Tingting. What was the reason behind this? Was it simply because of her angelic beauty? Gong Simeng stared at Shi Feiyang, her heart filled with mixed emotions, bewildered and unable to comprehend.

Gong Simeng knew very well that Shi Feiyang was not a shallow person and would not forgive someone who had harmed him just because of his appearance.

So, what made Shi Feiyang so tolerant and even willing to give Liu Tingting chances again and again? Gong Simeng speculated in her heart, feeling a pang of heartache, as if an invisible hand was tearing at her heart.

She was worried that her repeated tolerance towards Liu Tingting would eventually harm Shi Feiyang himself, so she decided to find a suitable time to have a good talk with Shi Feiyang, hoping that he could understand that true kindness is not unprincipled tolerance, but giving others a chance to mend their ways while protecting himself.

Liu Yanran was also deeply surprised. Her eyes widened with shock and worry. She hadn't expected Shi Feiyang's martial arts to improve so significantly in just a few months. His overwhelming strength made her feel unprecedented pressure.

Concerned that her daughter might be held hostage again, Liu Yanran demanded, "Shi Feiyang, as a man of integrity, how can you bully a woman? Humph!" Her voice was sharp and furious, like a dagger, piercing the clamor of Changsheng Castle. Suddenly, a series of screams echoed from behind her. The sound was shrill and desperate, like the wails of hell.

Liu Yanran turned his head involuntarily to look, only to see the disciples of the Divine Water Palace falling like harvested vegetables under the onslaught of the blue-clad sturdy men. Leading the charge against the Divine Water Palace warriors, a man and a woman, were none other than the familiar Wu Zhong, the "Iron Palm," and Xiao Lingling, the "Double-Eyed Blade." Wu Zhong's palm strikes were accompanied by a whirring sound, his hands like sharp shovels, striking down the disciples one after another. Xiao Lingling's Double-Eyed Blade wielded impenetrable force, the blades flashing like a pair of nimble butterflies as they darted through the crowd, sending screams of agony from the disciples wherever they passed.

Shi Feiyang turned sideways and said to Liu Tingting, "Miss Liu, go back to your mother. From now on, you must be a kind person and never get involved in bloodshed again." His voice was gentle and firm, like the earnest teachings of an elder to a younger generation.

After hearing this, Liu Tingting felt relieved, with a flicker of gratitude in her eyes. She hurried back to Liu Yanran, quickly jumped onto the horse, and rode with her mother.

Liu Yanran was also surprised, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with shock and anger.

Unexpectedly, while Gong Ci'en and Liao Pei were engaged in a fierce battle, the 3,000 disciples he led were completely annihilated by the Xiongying Society. After being injured by Xiang Kun, Gong Yao'en was quietly tied up by Gong Simeng's men.

At this time, Gong Yaoen's face was pale, his eyes showed despair and unwillingness, his body was tightly bound by ropes and he could not move.

Lin Wanqing and Xiang Kun seized the opportunity and led the remaining martial artists, armed with swords, spears, hammers, axes, and other weapons, to surround Liu Yanran and his daughter, Liu Tingting. Their figures formed a solid wall, trapping Liu Yanran and her daughter in the center. Their weapons gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Shi Feiyang declared loudly, "Senior Liu, if you promise tonight not to invade Changsheng Fort again, I will allow you and your daughter to escape safely. If you break your promise, the over ten thousand disciples of the Xiongying Society are no match for us. We vow to completely annihilate the Shenshui Palace and raze it to the ground." His voice resounded like a bell, echoing throughout Changsheng Fort with an undeniable authority.

Liu Yanran knew at this point that she was no match for Shi Feiyang. A hint of helplessness and reluctance flashed across her eyes, but she ultimately nodded in agreement.

She slowly drew her sword from its sheath, the blade flashing coldly in the sunlight, as if it represented the resentment and anger in her heart.

Then, she flicked the sword with her left index finger. With a crisp "clang!", the sword snapped in two. This incredible feat caused Xiang Kun and over a hundred other martial artists to involuntarily step back, their hearts filled with shock and fear.

Liu Yanran then swore, "I swear hereby that from now on, I will never set foot within a hundred miles of Changsheng Fort."

Shi Feiyang immediately ordered: "Let them pass!" Wu Zhong held up the token, and the disciples of the Xiongying Society immediately made way for him.

That passage seemed to be the dividing line between life and death. As long as Liu Yanran and her daughter walked through it, they could temporarily escape danger.

However, Lin Wanqing refused to give up. Revenge burned in her eyes as she rebuked him with a gentle voice, yet it carried an unwavering resolve. She swiftly drew a longsword from a martial artist's waist. Her movement was like a flash of lightning, too fast for anyone to react. She soared into the air, her body tracing a graceful arc as she thrust her sword towards Liu Yanran. The force of her sword was like a flash of lightning, brimming with murderous intent.

Everyone exclaimed, "Miss Lin, be careful!" But everything happened too fast and could not be undone.

Liu Yanran sneered, and that smile was like a cold star in the night sky, carrying a hint of cold murderous intent.

She waved her sleeves, and the extremely poisonous Kunqian Holy Water hidden in her sleeves broke out of the bag. Countless water drops were like dense iron lotus seeds, and with the sound of whistling wind, they hit Lin Wanqing violently.

Liu Yanran's skills far surpass Liu Tingting's, dozens of times better.

This strike contained all her anger and strength.

Lin Wanqing swung her sword to block, and the sword danced quickly in her hand, forming an impenetrable sword net.

However, Liu Yanran's attack was too powerful. Although Lin Wanqing tried her best to resist, she was still hit by many water droplets.

Bang! Snap! Her body plummeted like a kite with a broken string, fractured in multiple places. Blood stained her clothes, the crimson glaring in the firelight. After Lin Wanqing hit the ground, she fainted, her life or death uncertain.

Shi Feiyang angrily scolded, "Liu Yanran, how dare you betray me!"

His voice was filled with anger and shock, like an enraged lion.

Liu Yanran, however, burst into laughter. That laughter was wild and unbridled, as if mocking the world. "Shi Feiyang, am I the one who broke my promise? Every hero present here can testify that it was that damned bitch Lin Wanqing who secretly attacked this Palace Master. Humph! Tonight, even if I perish here, Laer and the others will be buried with me. I swear to leave Changsheng Castle barren from now on. If you don't believe me, come and try it yourself!"

Shi Feiyang moved like the wind, moving swiftly through the crowd like a flash of black lightning. He instantly reached out and grabbed Liao Pei. His movements were like a pair of precise pliers, firmly grasping Liao Pei, and he sternly ordered, "Let them leave!"

Gong Simeng took the initiative, kicking Gong Yaoen in front of Liu Yanran's mount with all her fury and strength. However, she was actually protecting her father, Gong Ci'en, and wanted him to get out of here quickly before he fell into Shi Feiyang's hands again.

Gong Ci'en was panting, his face full of fatigue and helplessness. He grabbed Gong Yao'en, jumped on his horse, turned the horse's head, and galloped away through the passage made by Wu Zhong and his disciples of the Xiongying Society.

Gong Simeng hurriedly took out the Qiankun Holy Water to stop the bleeding and heal Lin Wanqing's wounds. Her eyes were full of anxiety and worry.

Liao Pei was suddenly captured by Shi Feiyang. He was like a chicken being picked up. He was powerless and unable to struggle. Although he wanted to object to Shi Feiyang's decision, he could not make a sound due to the severe pain and could only let out painful howls.

At this moment, the atmosphere in Changsheng Castle was extremely solemn, and the air seemed to be frozen by this tense atmosphere.

Shi Feiyang stared at the unconscious Lin Wanqing, his heart filled with self-blame and regret. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, as if he wanted to crush all the injustice in the world. Although Liu Yanran and her daughter had temporarily escaped the encirclement, Liu Yanran's maniacal laughter still echoed over Changsheng Castle, like a bomb ready to go off at any moment, letting everyone know that this feud was far from over.

(End of this chapter)