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

Chapter 85: Tracing the Fog: Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng's Love and the Mystery of Jianghu
Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng stood side by side, their eyes meeting, each filled with confusion and bewilderment, like two pools of disturbed water, rippling through the air. A simultaneous thought crossed their minds: this unprovoked attack might be inextricably linked to the mystery of their leader's disappearance, which they were desperately pursuing.

The Qingfeng Sword Sect ahead is like a giant beast lurking in the fog, hiding unknown secrets and conspiracies.

Shi Feiyang frowned slightly, looking into the distance with a determined gaze, thinking to himself, could the changes in the world of martial arts be related to this mystery of disappearance?
Gong Simeng stood quietly aside, her eyes full of trust and following as she looked at Shi Feiyang.

She knew very well that no matter what was waiting ahead, as long as she faced it with Shi Feiyang, she would have endless courage.

The two took a deep breath, adjusted their emotions, and moved forward firmly towards the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

In this mountain forest, only their determined backs were left, and the increasingly thick fog that seemed to never dissipate.

In their minds, the mystery of the Qingfeng Sword Sect's leader's disappearance is no longer just a simple mystery, but the key to the turmoil in the entire martial arts world. They know that only by uncovering this mystery can peace and tranquility be restored to the martial arts world.

So, they made up their minds to go deep into the Qingfeng Sword Sect to find out the truth and uncover the secrets hidden behind the scenes.

Along the way, Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng kept discussing various possible situations.

Shi Feiyang frowned slightly, and said while thinking, "Those mysterious men in black might be related to some unknown mysterious organization. And this organization's target is probably not just the Qingfeng Sword Sect, but may also involve other sects, or even the entire martial arts world."

Gong Simeng nodded gently, her eyes full of agreement: "I think so too. The conspiracy behind this is probably unfathomable."

Her eyes showed both worry about the unknown and a deep dependence on Shi Feiyang.

The two agreed that after arriving at the Qingfeng Sword Sect, they would first contact the sect leader's confidants to learn more information so that they could better deal with any crisis. When they finally arrived at the Qingfeng Sword Sect, they were shocked by the scene before them.

They saw the Qingfeng Sword Sect in a mess, with broken walls and ruins everywhere. It was obvious that the men in black had already launched an attack before them.

A trace of anger and unwillingness flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes.

He clenched his fists and secretly swore in his heart that he must find out the mastermind behind the incident and seek justice for the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

Gong Simeng frowned slightly, her eyes full of worry.

She subconsciously moved closer to Shi Feiyang, as if this would give her a greater sense of security.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng quickly launched an investigation, hoping to find useful clues. They discovered that the Qingfeng Sword School's library had been looted, and many precious classics and secret manuals were missing, which made them more convinced that the attack was no accident.

Gong Simeng couldn't help but mutter to herself, "What on earth do these people want? Why are they so interested in these tomes?" Shi Feiyang pondered for a moment and said, "These tomes might contain clues related to the divine artifact, or other secrets that could shake up the martial arts world."

In the ruins of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, they found some strange symbols that seemed to contain some mysterious meaning.

Shi Feiyang squatted down and looked at the symbols carefully, his heart full of doubts.

Gong Simeng also squatted down and studied with him. She looked at Shi Feiyang's focused profile, and a wave of tenderness surged in her heart. She thought: No matter what difficulties we encounter, I will always be with him through thick and thin.

The two decided to record the symbols in detail for future research. They realized that these symbols might be closely related to the identity and purpose of the man in black, and might provide crucial clues to solving the mystery.

After a meticulous investigation, Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng finally discovered a hidden cave in the back mountain of Qingfeng Sword Sect.

The entrance to the cave is covered by weeds. If you don't observe carefully, it is difficult to notice that there is a mysterious world hidden here.

The sunlight shines through the sparse grass and dapples onto the cave entrance, bringing a faint light to this dark place.

The stone walls around the cave entrance have been eroded by the years and appear mottled, telling the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

A faint damp smell wafts out from the cave, interweaving with the fresh air outside the cave, creating a unique atmosphere.

Shi Feiyang was skilled and courageous, so he decided without hesitation to go deep into the cave to see if there were any secrets hidden there.

He thought that perhaps this cave was the key to solving the whole mystery.

Upon hearing this, Gong Simeng said without hesitation: "Whether living or dead, I will be with you."

Her eyes were full of determination and affection, a determination to give everything for Shi Feiyang.

The interior of the cave is deep and damp, and the air is filled with a smell of decay.

The cave walls are covered with stalactites of various shapes.

The water drops fall slowly from a height, making a crisp sound, like a piece of music in nature.

Faint light filtered in from the cave entrance, barely illuminating a few feet ahead, making the entire cave appear even more mysterious.

Occasionally, you can hear the sound of bats flapping their wings in the distance, adding a touch of eerie feeling.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng moved forward cautiously, fearing that they would trigger some trap.

So, Shi Feiyang held the weapon tightly in his hand, looked around vigilantly, and took every step very cautiously.

Gong Simeng followed closely behind him, gently grabbing the corner of his clothes with one hand, her heart beating faster.

But for Shi Feiyang, she suppressed her inner fear.

A moment later, Gong Simeng and Shi Feiyang discovered that the walls of the cave were engraved with various ancient runes.

These runes seem to be telling some ancient story.

Shi Feiyang carefully identified these runes, trying to decipher their meaning.

His brows were furrowed, and he was completely absorbed in the world of runes.

Gong Simeng was watching her surroundings with vigilance, just in case something unexpected happened. Her eyes were filled with worry, and she was always paying attention to the movements around her. If there was any danger, she would not hesitate to stand in front of Shi Feiyang.

As they went deeper, the light in the cave became dimmer and dimmer, and they could only rely on the torches in their hands to illuminate the way ahead.

Deep in the cave, they finally found a stone chamber.

In the center of the stone chamber stands a stone platform, on which lies an ancient scroll.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng carefully opened the scroll and found that it contained the secrets of the Qingfeng Sword Sect and a shocking secret - it turned out that the leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect was not missing, but embarked on an unknown journey alone in search of a legendary artifact.

This discovery shocked Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng.

A hint of surprise and confusion flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of power this artifact had that made the leader go alone to find it?

Gong Simeng covered her mouth slightly, her eyes full of disbelief.

They realized that there might be a bigger conspiracy behind the attack.

In order to uncover the truth, they decided to continue following the footsteps of the head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect and search for the legendary artifact.

In the mountains and forests, the figures of Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng gradually disappeared in the fog.

In fact, their journey has just begun.

The thick fog was like a thick gauze curtain, tightly covering the entire forest. Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng struggled to move forward.

Gong Simeng's steps were light and each step seemed to be a stepping out of a hazy flower in the fog, just like a lotus blooming on a quiet lake. In this foggy world, her beauty seemed even more ethereal.

Her small hand, as white as mutton-fat jade, gently held Shi Feiyang's arm, her fingers slightly curled up, as if she wanted to put all her dependence into this grip, seeking the sense of security that only Shi Feiyang could give.

At this moment, Gong Simeng looked up at Shi Feiyang, her eyes flickering. Her voice was gentle but filled with urgency, like a wisp of fresh air in the breeze. She spoke with a sense of urgency that could not be ignored, "Brother, why don't we go into Xingchan Temple and find out what's going on? Burn incense and worship Buddha. Many people in the martial arts world believe in Buddhism and Taoism. Perhaps we can find out some news here, especially the whereabouts of those missing sect leaders. Perhaps we can find some clues in Xingchan Temple."

Her eyes were filled with trust in Shi Feiyang, as if with just a nod, all the unknowns in this fog would no longer be terrifying. Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his gaze brimming with calmness and determination, like a towering mountain, standing firm no matter how stormy it might be. He knew Gong Simeng was right; perhaps Xingchan Temple held the key to unlocking the mystery.

He turned to look at Gong Simeng, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and he gently patted her hand, signaling her not to worry.

The two men then disguised themselves as scholars and walked into Xingchan Temple at a leisurely pace.

Inside the temple, incense curls like silk threads, lingering in the quiet space. Each wisp of smoke seems to carry a piece of ancient legend, telling stories of the past to everyone who steps in. The Buddha statues are solemn and majestic, their compassionate eyes seeming to see through everything in the world, looking down on all living beings with a compassionate attitude.

The believers hold incense and candles, look pious, kneel on their knees, and chant something. Their prayers seem to be telling the Buddha about their deep desires and anxieties. Every voice is filled with expectations and awe for life.

In this sacred Xingchan Temple, every soul seeks solace, and every corner is filled with the power of faith. Several martial artists, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, gathered in a corner, their expressions solemn, whispering to each other.

One of them was a big, bearded man with a sturdy build, standing like a small mountain.

He took a big gulp of wine, and the wine slid down the corners of his mouth and wet the front of his shirt, but he was completely unaware.

He lowered his voice, a hint of mystery in his tone: "Have you heard? The leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect has been missing for several months. There is no sign of him, and no body is found." The voice was low and hoarse, and seemed to carry the moisture of the mist.

A lean man nearby, his figure as agile as an ape, quickly interrupted, "Indeed, I heard that several elders of the Qingfeng Sword Sect are almost going crazy with worry, sending people everywhere to search, but to no avail."

His eyes rolled around, revealing his curiosity and worry about the incident.

"Could it be an enemy..." A pale, scholarly-looking man asked, a cold glint in his eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he made a gesture of wiping his neck, his expression as if describing a brutal massacre. His voice was low and cold, like a sharp dagger, instantly shattering the tranquil atmosphere and chilling the air around him.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng looked at each other, and their tacit understanding was revealed in their eyes.

They held a deep commitment to the righteousness of the underworld. Despite knowing the dangers ahead, they refused to retreat. This adventurous spirit shone brightly in their eyes. They approached calmly, hands clasped together, feigning devout worship, but in reality, their ears perked up, listening intently. Gong Simeng clung to Shi Feiyang, so she could share the unknowns that lay ahead.

Her love and attachment to Shi Feiyang were fully revealed in this subtle action.

The bearded man frowned, his thick eyebrows twisted into a knot. He shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's hard to say. Although the Qingfeng Sword Sect is not a top sect in the martial arts world, it has never made many enemies."

His face was full of confusion and he was completely bewildered by this bizarre incident.

"Could it be for that legendary martial arts manual?" The lean man's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he speculated, "I heard that the Qingfeng Sword Sect has a secret manual of peerless swordsmanship. Perhaps it's being targeted by someone with ulterior motives."

His words were full of yearning and speculation about the mysterious treasures in the world.

The pale-faced scholar snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, in this martial arts world, aren't there enough cases of brothers turning against each other and sects fighting each other for secret books and treasures?" His tone was filled with helplessness and ridicule at the chaos in the martial arts world.

At this time, an old monk walked by slowly, twirling his Buddhist beads in his hand. He had a kind face and said in a calm voice, "Amitabha, donors, please do not speculate recklessly. Karma is a cycle, and good deeds and evil deeds will eventually be rewarded."

The voice was like a clear spring, flowing in this space full of disputes and speculations, carrying a calming power.

Several people in the martial arts world were stunned for a moment, a trace of embarrassment flashed across their faces, and then they smiled awkwardly and said no more.

Seeing no more valuable information, Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng stood up, walked out of the temple with steady steps, and strode towards the gate of the Qingfeng Sword Sect. With their persistent pursuit of the truth and their commitment to justice, they decided to investigate the Qingfeng Sword Sect from within, this time leaving no clues unturned.

The two figures gradually walked away in the fog.

No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng will move forward bravely for the chivalry in their hearts.

The once solemn and dignified Qingfeng Sword Sect is now shrouded in an ominous silence and covered by a layer of haze.

As they stepped into the secret room where the headmaster was in seclusion, a musty smell hit them in the face. The pungent smell made them frown.

Although the secret room is small, it is filled with a mysterious atmosphere. The walls are engraved with sword moves. Every sword mark seems to be telling a glorious sword legend. Those sword marks are memories left by the years, recording the glory and splendor of the Qingfeng Sword School.

A cushion is placed in the center, lying there quietly, as if waiting for the return of a sword master. It carries the time the master spent practicing here, and also witnesses the rise and fall of the Qingfeng Sword School.

Gong Simeng bent down lightly to examine the futon, her eyes focused and sharp. Her love for Shi Feiyang gave her the same determination to find the truth as him. She was determined to help Shi Feiyang solve the mystery, and this love turned into endless motivation.

She unexpectedly discovered that it was covered with some strange powder, which flickered with a faint blue light under the dim candlelight, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, mysterious and attractive.

She picked up a little powder curiously, gently put it close to her nose and sniffed it, but she didn't smell anything.

So, Gong Simeng turned to Shi Feiyang with a hint of doubt in her voice: "Brother, these powders look very strange. I have never seen them before." Her eyes were full of dependence on Shi Feiyang, and she expected him to give an answer.

In her heart, Shi Feiyang is her omnipotent support.

Shi Feiyang's brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was so solemn that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of him.

The pair of eyes beneath his sword-like brows flashed with a sharp light like an eagle. Like a sophisticated scanner, they carefully scanned the surrounding environment, not missing any tiny corner.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang's eyes were attracted by a sword mark on the wall like a magnet.

The style of this sword mark is completely different from the regular pattern around it. The marks of varying depths look like a chaotic abstract painting, as if it was carved in an extremely hasty or even life-or-death moment.

Shi Feiyang approached slowly with steady steps, stretched out his slender and powerful fingers, and gently touched the sword mark.

As soon as his fingertips touched, he keenly felt the faint sword energy contained in the sword mark. Although this sword energy was as weak as a candle in the wind, it was as sharp as the cold wind in December. It was obvious that the person who left this sword mark was extremely powerful.

Shi Feiyang slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes filled with thought. He wondered, who had left this sword mark? Why did it appear in this mysterious ruin? Could it be inextricably linked to the shocking secret hidden behind the ruins?
After thinking about this, Shi Feiyang reached out his hand again and gently touched the sword mark.

The moment Shi Feiyang's fingertips touched the sword mark, he felt a subtle tremor.

It was as if the sword mark was alive, sending him some mysterious signal.

Then, a wall of the secret room slowly slid open with a creaking sound. The sound was like the sigh of ancient times, echoing in the silent space, revealing a hidden passage.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng stepped into the secret passage cautiously. The dim light enveloped them like thick ink. The air was filled with moist water vapor, and every breath felt damp, making people feel as if they were in a bottomless underwater world.

They moved cautiously, each step as light as a cat's, for fear of disturbing the unknown danger hidden in the darkness.

Soon, they found a series of disorganized footprints on the ground.

The footprints were sometimes large and sometimes small, like the staggering steps of a drunk person, obviously left in a panic.

They followed the footprints and tiptoed to an underground cave. Their footsteps echoed in the narrow space, each step like the sound of a war drum, causing their hearts to beat faster.

Crystal clear water droplets faintly seeped out from the walls of the secret passage, sliding silently to the ground, making a slight dripping sound, which intertwined with their rapid breathing, creating a suffocating atmosphere of depression and tension.

Shi Feiyang held the torch tightly in his hand. The jumping flames tried hard to dispel the darkness, but could only illuminate a small area in front of him.

Gong Simeng followed him closely like a shadow, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, her eyes as big as copper bells, fearing that any sudden danger would jump out of the darkness.

Gradually, a thin layer of mist filled the cave. The mist was as hazy as a veil, gently wrapping the entire space.

Several huge stone pillars can be vaguely seen in the fog. They are like the bodies of ancient giants, standing tall and straight.

The stone pillars are engraved with mysterious symbols. Those symbols are twisted and swirled, like ancient and lost texts, telling the vicissitudes of time; they are also like mysterious totems, hiding unknown powers.

These symbols appear and disappear in the mist, like a group of naughty elves, sometimes appearing and sometimes hiding, giving people a mysterious feeling, as if stepping into a mysterious realm that does not belong to the human world.

As we walked deeper, the mist seemed to become thicker, and every step was like stepping into another world full of unknowns.

The mysterious symbols on the stone pillars seem to have come to life. Shrouded in mist, they seem to be whispering ancient and distant stories. The voice is like a whisper from ancient times, which makes people immersed in it involuntarily.

The air is filled with a faint musty odor, mingled with the unique scent of earth and rock – the scent of time, a lingering feeling of primal, yet powerful energy. In this environment, every breath is remarkably clear, as if resonating with the heartbeat of the entire cave, each heartbeat tinged with fear and anticipation of the unknown.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng looked at each other, with a hint of vigilance and curiosity in their eyes, but they both knew that there must be some crucial secret hidden here, and this secret might be enough to shock the entire world.

(End of this chapter)