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

Chapter 62: Martial Alliance! Shi Feiyang fights against the top seven of Qingfeng Pavilion
Qingfeng Pavilion stands proudly atop a mountain range over a hundred miles east of Changsheng Fort, surrounded by verdant pines and cypresses and shrouded in mist, like a secluded fairy island. The tower's soaring eaves and brackets are majestic, reaching up to the sky. In the sunlight, the glazed tiles gleam dazzlingly, adding to its solemnity and mysterious presence.

In the early morning, the first ray of dawn penetrates the mist and gently falls on the glazed tiles of Qingfeng Pavilion. The whole building seems to be given life and covered with a layer of dreamy golden clothes; in the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun spreads freely, dyeing the attic into an intoxicating golden red, like a beautiful painting with rich ink and heavy colors.

As night falls, moonlight pours down like mercury, gently caressing every corner of the attic, making this ancient building even more quiet and profound in the night. The dim lights in the attic windows are like twinkling stars in the night sky, adding a touch of warmth and hope to the quiet night.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng arrived in front of Qingfeng Pavilion. They looked up at the ancient building and took a deep breath, their chest rising and falling slightly. Then they turned to look at Gong Simeng and offered encouragement: "Simeng, don't be nervous. I'm here. This cooperation with Qingfeng Pavilion is crucial to us, but as long as you are by my side, I have nothing to fear."

Gong Simeng nodded vigorously and responded, "I'm not afraid, Brother Shi, I trust you. No matter what difficulties we encounter, I will stand firmly by your side."

The two smiled at each other, stepped steadily into the gate of Qingfeng Pavilion, and a new legendary story began.

Su Yao was shocked when she learned of Shi Feiyang's visit. She had thought that Shi Feiyang would be seriously injured after the battle of Changsheng Castle and would not make any rash moves in the short term, but she did not expect him to be so bold and take the initiative to seek cooperation.

When the two sides met, Shi Feiyang was calm and composed. He strode forward with his hands behind his back and said in a loud voice, "Pavilion Master Su, I have come here today to discuss forming an alliance with Qingfeng Pavilion to jointly fight against Shenshui Palace. Shenshui Palace is ambitious and seeks to dominate the martial arts world. We, the Xiongying Society and Qingfeng Pavilion, are both forces of justice. If we don't unite now, when will we?"

After hearing this, Su Yao did not respond immediately, but paced slowly in the hall, weighing the pros and cons.

At this time, Gong Simeng stepped forward and stated loudly: "Master Su, the current situation in the martial arts world is precarious, and the atrocities of the Shenshui Palace have aroused public outrage. Although our Xiongying Society has gone through hard battles, it still has strength. By joining forces with the Qingfeng Pavilion, we will be able to restore order in the martial arts world. Master Zhao of the Yanyu Villa is also willing to mediate the dispute. If we can work together and fight the enemy together under the coordination of Master Zhao, we will be able to restore peace to the martial arts world!" Her voice was crisp and powerful, echoing in the hall.

Su Yao stopped, raised her head and stared at Shi Feiyang. A hint of doubt flashed across her eyes. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and said: "Master Shi, I have long heard of your superb swordsmanship. Since you are here today, Su would like to see it for myself. Only when your strength is recognized can the cooperation be further promoted." There was a hint of challenge in her tone, and a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

After hearing this, Shi Feiyang burst into laughter. His laughter was so loud that even the air around him shook.

He looked straight at Su Yao with bright eyes and said in a loud voice: "Okay! Since Pavilion Master Su is interested, how can I not obey! But swords and knives are ruthless and can easily kill people. Today, I will meet the masters of Qingfeng Pavilion with my palms. I hope you will give me some advice!" After speaking, he folded his hands across his chest, his expression full of confidence and pride, as if he didn't care about the upcoming challenge at all.

After hearing this, Su Yao became increasingly angry, but she was very cunning and didn't say a word.

As everyone was getting ready, Shi Feiyang quietly walked to Gong Simeng's side and whispered, "Simeng, if anything happens to me, leave immediately and find a safe place to hide."

Gong Simeng's face was full of worry. She tightly grasped Shi Feiyang's sleeve and responded softly: "Brother Shi, you must be careful. They... they are extremely powerful. I don't want you to get into any trouble. Promise me that you will be safe." Her eyes were slightly red as she spoke.

Shi Feiyang patted her hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. For your sake, I'll also ensure your safety."

As soon as he finished speaking, seven altar masters of different appearances in Qingfeng Pavilion walked out one after another.

At this moment, the sky suddenly turned gloomy. The originally clear sky was covered with thick dark clouds, completely blocking the sun. The light in Qingfeng Pavilion suddenly became dim, and the atmosphere became more depressing.

Wang Yan, the "Lord of the Flame Altar", comes from the "Flame Sun Sect" and his "Flame Sun Fiery Palm" is unrivaled in the world.

When he wielded his power, he seemed enveloped in a blazing armor of flame, his blazing aura emanating from him, seemingly igniting the surrounding air. When he struck out with his palm, a fierce wave of fire erupted from his palm. This crimson wave surged and swirled, carrying a surging heat wave. Wherever it passed, the air was distorted and sizzled, and the stone slabs on the ground were instantly heated to a scorching temperature, like standing on the edge of a volcano, making anyone afraid to approach.

This palm technique is extremely powerful. It can not only cause direct burns to the enemy, but also form a high-temperature area within the attack range to restrict the enemy's movements.

Leng Shuang, the "Master of the Cold Star Sect", was born in the "Ice Soul Sect" and is proficient in the "Ice Soul Cold Finger".

With a graceful flick of her jade finger, she unleashed a stream of crystal-clear yet incredibly sharp icy spikes. They flashed with a cold light, swift as an arrow from a bow, and carried a piercing chill. Wherever the spikes touched, the ground instantly froze, the chill spreading rapidly, plummeting the surrounding temperature. Enemies struck by the spikes experienced a momentary freezing of their meridians, their blood seemingly solidifying, their movements becoming sluggish and the pain unbearable.

In addition, Leng Shuang can use ice spikes to create ice fog, making her attacks even more unpredictable. If the enemy is not careful, they will fall into the ice trap she has carefully laid out.

Feng Yi, the "Master of the Swift Wind Altar," hailed from the "Swift Wind Village" and renowned for his peerless "Swift Wind Step," a martial art known for its unparalleled light skill. His figure resembled an invisible gust of wind, so swift it was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye. In battle, he swiftly moved around his enemies, leaving behind a trail of blurry afterimages that were dazzling. His "Swift Wind Blade" exploited his speed to its fullest potential, wielding it with lightning-fast swiftness. Each strike was like a torrential downpour, instantly crushing his foes.

His attack angles were tricky and difficult to defend against, often causing heavy damage to the enemy before they could even react.

Lei Yao, the "Master of the Thunder Altar," was once a prized student of the "Heavenly Thunder Valley," and a master of the "Thunder Fist." When he punched, his arms were enshrouded in purple lightning, accompanied by a deafening roar of thunder. His fists were like thunder, unparalleled in power. Each punch was like thunder from the heavens, carrying the power to destroy everything. Wherever his fists struck, the air seemed to rip apart, with a loud "crackling" sound, and the ground itself crackled.

Enemies hit by his fist will not only suffer a huge impact, but also be paralyzed and burned by the lightning. Their internal organs will seem to be shattered, and they will fall into extreme pain.

Lin Sen, the "Qingmu Altar Master," hailed from the "Qingmu Hall" and excelled at the "Qingmu Silk Hands." As his hands danced, a rich green aura emanated from his palms, and countless vines sprouted from the ground.

Like nimble green pythons, these vines swiftly entwine their enemies. Tough and covered in sharp thorns, once entangled, struggling only causes them to tighten, their barbs piercing the enemy's flesh and drawing blood. Lin Sen can also manipulate the vines to perform a variety of attacks, such as whipping and piercing the enemy, or weaving them into a defensive barrier, offering both offensive and defensive capabilities and a highly cunning edge.

Shui Rou, the "Blue Water Altar Master," hailed from the "Blue Water Palace" and wielded the "Blue Water Whip." Her whip, crafted from a special water-attributed material, is both supple and resilient. When wielded, the tip of the whip swiftly shifts like a water snake, instantly transforming into countless whip shadows that dazzle the beholder.

Each strike of the whip carries a tremendous impact, like a giant wave crashing against the shore, capable of tearing through the enemy's flesh. The whip technique incorporates the properties of water, with splashes of water mingling with the whip's shadow, disorienting the enemy's vision. Simultaneously, the force of water penetrates wounds, causing lasting damage and pain.

Jin Zhan, the "Golden Mang Altar Master," was once a master of the "Vajra Sect," proficient in the "Vajra Star-Smashing Fist." When he unleashed his inner strength, his muscles tensed and his skin glowed with a golden light, resembling a Vajra god of war.

When he threw his fists, they brought with them the resounding sound of metal clashing. Wherever his fists reached, the air seemed to be compressed into substance, making a buzzing sound. Each of his punches was so powerful that it could shatter steel and crush stone into powder.

The enemies he hit were like being crushed by a mountain, with broken bones, damaged internal organs, and no ability to fight back.

Shi Feiyang looked calm and composed. Facing the siege of the seven altar masters, he was not panicked. He slowly raised his palms, and his aura suddenly changed as he performed the "Tathagata Palm".

For a moment, the palm wind roared, spreading outward like an overwhelming tidal wave. The surrounding air seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, emitting a buzzing sound. The wind howled outside the pavilion, making the doors and windows rattle, as if cheering on the fierce battle. Wang Yan took the lead, shouting loudly and unleashing the "Flaming Sun Palm" with all his strength. A blazing wave of fire, wrapped in a rolling heat wave, rushed towards Shi Feiyang with the force of a tidal wave. Wherever it passed, the stone slabs on the ground were scorched and smoked.

Shi Feiyang's expression was grim. He traced an arc through the air with his right palm, then gently waved it. A golden palm print, like a dazzling meteor, met the scorching wave of fire. With a deafening roar, the wave of fire was instantly shattered, dissolving into a shower of sparks. Wang Yan was thrown back repeatedly by the powerful recoil, his steps stumbling, his hands shaking unconsciously, his face filled with disbelief and terror. At this moment, a flash of lightning streaked across the dark sky, illuminating Wang Yan's disheveled appearance and adding to the tension and thrill.

Leng Shuang seized the opportunity, flicking his jade fingers in a flurry. Several icy spikes, like sharp arrows, pierced Shi Feiyang's throat, chest, and other vital areas with a piercing chill. Shi Feiyang dodged the attack with a ghostly flicker. Then, he thrust his left palm forward, the wind like a sharp blade shattering the icy spikes, transforming them into a pool of icy water.

Seeing this, Leng Shuang's pretty face turned pale instantly, her eyes were full of panic, and she unconsciously took a few steps back. She could never have imagined that her proud Ice Soul Cold Finger could be broken so easily.

The temperature in the pavilion seemed to drop to freezing point with the attack of the cold frost, and the breath exhaled by everyone turned into white mist.

Feng Yi was extremely fast, using the "Swift Wind Step" to its full potential, quickly shuttling around Shi Feiyang. The "Swift Wind Blade" in his hand flashed with a cold light, constantly stabbing at Shi Feiyang's back and waist.

Shi Feiyang did not dodge or evade, but danced his palms quickly, with heavy and dense palm shadows, blocking Feng Yi's attacks one by one.

The sound of metal collision was endless. In this fierce confrontation, Feng Yi felt that his attack was like hitting an extremely hard wall, and could not shake Shi Feiyang at all.

His pace gradually slowed, his breathing became rapid, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his face was filled with exhaustion and despair. A strong wind raged outside the pavilion, swaying the hanging lanterns left and right, and the light and shadows on the people were swaying.

Seeing this, Lei Yao roared, and unleashed a thunderous "Thunder Fist" at Shi Feiyang with the force of a thunderbolt. The fist was like thunder, its power unmatched. Shi Feiyang swiftly turned, raised his right palm high, and gathered tremendous power in his palm, meeting Lei Yao's fist head-on.

With a resounding "bang," like a bolt from the blue, the air around them seemed to be instantly drained, creating a brief vacuum. Lei Yao was flung backward by the force, slamming heavily into a pillar. Several cracks immediately appeared on the pillar, sending clouds of dust cascading down. Blood oozed from the corner of Lei Yao's mouth, and fear and resentment filled his eyes.

At the same time, a thunderclap sounded overhead, causing pain in the eardrums of everyone present.

Lin Sen's hands danced swiftly, and countless vines burst out of the ground, like a group of giant green pythons, tightly wrapping around Shi Feiyang with bared fangs and claws. Shi Feiyang's face was expressionless. He suddenly shook his palms, and the vast power of "Tathagata Palm" was instantly unleashed. The palm wind swept across like a tornado, instantly shattering the vines and turning them into fragments all over the ground.

Seeing the vines he had carefully cultivated destroyed so easily, Lin Sen's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and despair, and he almost collapsed to the ground. Even the trees outside the pavilion swayed in the palm wind, as if wailing at Lin Sen's defeat.

Shui Rou waved the "Bi Shui Soft Whip", and the whip shadow was like a surging wave, sweeping towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang leaped into the air, pivoting skillfully mid-air like a nimble eagle. He unleashed his "Tathagata Palm," his palm wind transforming into razor-sharp blades, shattering the whip shadows. The whip tips, struck by the palm wind, crackled with a resounding "snap," like snapping twigs. Shui Rou's whip flew off her grasp, and the force sent her stumbling backwards, eventually collapsing to the ground, her hair disheveled and her appearance utterly disfigured.

Just at this moment, a sudden rain came, and the raindrops hit the roof. The crackling sound of rain and the roar of battle intertwined, adding a bit of tension and intensity to the battle.

Jin Zhan roared, and swung the "Vajra Star-Breaking Fist" with all his strength, hitting Shi Feiyang with unstoppable momentum.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, clasped his palms together, gathered powerful true energy in his palms, and faced Jin Zhan's fist head-on.

With a resounding thud, cracks appeared on the stone slab beneath their feet, spreading outward like a spiderweb. Jin Zhan's feet sank deeply into the ground, his knees buckling, his body teetering on the brink of collapse. His arms throbbed with excruciating pain, and he lost consciousness, his face awash in pain and helplessness. Rain dripped down the eaves, forming curtains of water that added a touch of tragic grandeur to the fierce battle.

Gong Simeng stood aside, her hands clenched so tightly that her nails almost pierced her palms. She stared at Shi Feiyang closely, her eyes full of worry. Whenever Shi Feiyang fought with the altar masters, her heart would rise to her throat, fearing that Shi Feiyang would make a mistake.

She knew the power of the seven masters of Qingfeng Pavilion, but seeing Shi Feiyang's calm demeanor in battle, like strolling in the garden, she felt an inexplicable surge of confidence. When Shi Feiyang was in danger, she couldn't help but gasp softly, covering her mouth with both hands, her body trembling slightly; and when Shi Feiyang resolved the crisis, she would unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Su Yao stood aside and witnessed this thrilling battle, and was extremely shocked.

She originally just wanted to test Shi Feiyang's strength, but she didn't expect him to be so powerful that he could suppress the seven top masters of Qingfeng Pavilion alone. Looking at Shi Feiyang's calm demeanor, Su Yao's heart was filled with ripples.

She secretly thought that if such a hero could marry her daughter Yang Xueer, Qingfeng Pavilion's position in the martial arts world would be even more solid. Once this idea germinated in her mind, it quickly took root and a hint of anticipation gradually appeared in her eyes.

After a fierce battle, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, standing steady, his robes fluttering and his hair untangled. The seven altar masters of Qingfeng Pavilion, on the other hand, were pale and panting. Some slumped on the ground, others leaned against pillars, their eyes filled with shock and admiration. At this moment, the heavy rain suddenly stopped, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, the sky cleared, and the sun returned, illuminating Shi Feiyang's tall figure and bringing this fierce battle to a successful conclusion.

Su Yao witnessed all this and was deeply touched. She had never expected that the young leader would show such outstanding abilities.

She nodded gently, a hint of admiration in her eyes. "Chief Shi's reputation is truly well-deserved. His martial arts skills are unparalleled. I deeply admire him. We can discuss cooperation in more detail."

Shi Feiyang smiled calmly and bowed, "Master Su, you're too kind. This alliance aims to restore peace in the martial arts world, and I, Shi, will do my utmost." Gong Simeng quickly stepped forward, tears of excitement gleaming in her eyes. She excitedly said, "Brother Shi, you're amazing! I knew you could do it!" Shi Feiyang smiled and gently stroked her head, then gently embraced her. He replied, "All of this is thanks to you. You gave me strength."

Gong Simeng nodded excitedly and turned sideways to propose to Su Yao: "Master Su, in view of the current turbulent situation in the martial arts world, the ambition of the Shenshui Palace is obvious. If it is not curbed in time, I am afraid that the martial arts world will never have peace in the future. Although the Xiongying Club has experienced the baptism of the Battle of Changsheng Fort, our strength is still strong. By joining forces with Qingfeng Pavilion, we will be able to complement each other's advantages. In addition, Master Zhao of Yanyu Villa is also willing to mediate the dispute. If we can unite and fight against the Shenshui Palace under the coordination of Master Zhao, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

After hearing this, Su Yao's heart was filled with ripples.

She first looked at Shi Feiyang, then turned to Gong Simeng, and finally nodded firmly, saying, "Okay, I agree to form an alliance with you. But I want to make one thing clear, if Xiong Yinghui shows any sign of betrayal, Qingfeng Pavilion will never sit idly by."

Shi Feiyang smiled calmly, "Please rest assured, Pavilion Master Su. I always keep my word. This alliance is aimed at restoring peace in the martial arts world."

Thus, the Xiongying Society and Qingfeng Pavilion officially formed an alliance.

At the same time, Zhao Yifeng from Yanyu Villa has also set off, shuttling between major forces, dedicated to mediating disputes.

After Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng returned to Changsheng Fort from Qingfeng Pavilion, the morale of the Xiongying Society was unprecedentedly high, and they began to intensively prepare for cooperation with various forces. However, the Jianghu is never peaceful, and a new storm is quietly brewing. What challenges and opportunities will Shi Feiyang and his Xiongying Society face in this changing situation?
(End of this chapter)