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

Chapter 93: Exploring the Secrets of Taishan Valley: The Sound of the Flute Calms the Beast, and the Conspiracy Begins to Uncover

Gong Simeng waved the whip, and the tip of the whip lashed at the black panther like a sharp blade. There was a crisp "snap" sound, as if it was going to cut through the air.

Her movements are light and agile, her figure is graceful, like a blooming lotus, dancing in the wind, and every movement is elegant and sharp.

Xiang Kun chanted an incantation beside him, his voice low and obscure, as if he were conversing with an ancient, mysterious power. As he chanted, a gust of wind rose up, whirring like a ferocious beast, lunging at the black panther with bared fangs and claws. The panther's fur was ruffled, its once agile movements somewhat hampered, and its body swayed in the wind, letting out a low growl of discontent.

Jin Liufu waited for his chance, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, and quickly took out a small flying knife. With a flick of his wrist, the small flying knife whistled through the air with a sharp sound, and like a black lightning, it struck the black panther on the back.

However, this attack only caused the black panther to roar angrily. The "howl" sound echoed in the valley, but did not cause any actual harm to it. The black panther just shook its body and became more violent.

At this time, a light black mist seemed to rise around the black panther's body. The mist was as thick as ink, emitting an evil breath that was nauseating. Its attack became more and more fierce, and its eyes revealed endless ferocity.

Shi Feiyang realized that conventional attacks were unlikely to be effective, so he took a deep breath and mobilized his internal energy. The internal energy surged through his body like a raging river. He poured this energy into the Burmese knife, and the knife in his hand suddenly shone with light. The light was like a scorching sun, instantly illuminating the entire valley and stinging his eyes.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, his voice like thunder, making the valley buzz.

He unleashed a powerful sword technique from his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique" called "Heaven and Earth Live Together." A sharp sword move, like a brilliant rainbow, slashed straight at the black panther with overwhelming force.

The knife's force carried a powerful sense of oppression, and the air seemed to be torn apart, making a hissing sound.

The Burmese knife hit the black panther, and there was a loud "bang", like a thunder exploding on the ground.

The black panther let out a painful wail, the sound was shrill and miserable. Its body was knocked several feet away, drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and making a muffled "puff" sound.

However, the black panther did not die. It struggled to stand up, its limbs trembling slightly, its eyes filled with even more ferocity, and it was completely enraged.

Just as it was about to attack again, a melodious flute sound suddenly came from the valley.

The sound of the flute flowed through the air like a clear spring. Its crisp, melodious "ding ding dong dong" could wash away the world's dust and soothe all restlessness. The once frantic Black Panther gradually calmed down after hearing the flute. The fierce gleam in his eyes gradually faded, and the trembling in his body slowly ceased. He turned and slowly stepped into the mist, his figure gradually disappearing into the hazy fog.

Shi Feiyang and the others looked at each other in confusion, their eyes full of confusion, wondering where the flute sound came from and why it could calm the black panther.

They turned to look at Xiang Kun, because Xiang Kun could also play the flute with such magical sounds.

Xiang Kun said, "The sound of this flute is indeed very strange. I once found a similar flute in an ancient cave. That flute contained an ancient magical power that could soothe wild beasts and even affect people's minds. However, the sound of this flute is obviously different from mine. It is purer, without any impurities, and seems to contain some kind of sacred power."

Shi Feiyang nodded, then led the group forward in the direction of the flute sound, his steps quick and cautious.

They found a cave in front of them, and a white-haired old man was standing at the entrance of the cave.

The old man, dressed in a plain robe with flowing sleeves, held a jade flute in hand and wore a kind smile, as warm as a spring breeze, as if he had anticipated their arrival, instantly dispelling some of the vigilance in their hearts. As Shi Feiyang and his group slowly approached the cave, the old man put down his jade flute and surveyed them with a gentle gaze that seemed to see through their hearts. Shi Feiyang bowed respectfully, his posture humble, and inquired, "Excuse me, Senior, was the flute music I just heard played by you? Also, what is the origin of this black panther?"

The old man nodded gently, his movements steady, his tone low and firm, "That was exactly what I did. This black panther was originally a spiritual beast of the valley, but unfortunately, it was manipulated by evil people with sorcery, causing its temperament to change drastically."

Gong Simeng frowned slightly, her eyes full of doubts, and asked in a clear but cautious voice: "Senior, why are you here? Is it related to the secrets in this valley?" The old man heard it and sighed. The sigh was wrapped in the vicissitudes of a thousand years and endless helplessness. The sound of "Alas" floated slowly in the cave.

Then, he slowly turned around and walked towards the depths of the cave with steady but slightly staggering steps. At the same time, he raised his hand slightly, motioning everyone to follow him. His figure looked a little lonely in the dim light.

Inside the cave, the dim candlelight flickered on the walls, casting dappled shadows, the mysterious marks left by time. Hanging on the walls were several yellowed scrolls, as if eroded by the wind and sand of time, the paper so fragile that it seemed as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. The paintings depicted strange rituals and mysterious symbols. These twisted and winding symbols resembled ancient mystical texts or mysterious totems, revealing long-forgotten secrets. They instilled awe and curiosity, as if an invisible hand were tugging at their thoughts.

The old man walked steadily to one of the paintings. His calloused fingers trembled slightly as he slowly pointed at the painting. His voice was low and hoarse as he spoke slowly, "Many years ago, I traveled here and stumbled upon this valley, hiding a shocking secret concerning the survival of the martial arts world. A mysterious organization, intent on ruling the martial arts world, secretly plotted a terrible conspiracy here. They discovered an ancient and mysterious power that, once unleashed, would plunge the entire martial arts world into an abyss of irretrievable chaos."

When Shi Feiyang heard this, his heart suddenly shook, his breathing became rapid, and his chest heaved violently.

His eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, staring straight at the old man, and asked hurriedly, "So, are the missing leaders related to this mysterious organization? During our search, we found many clues pointing to this place."

The old man's eyes were deep and serious, like a bottomless well, making it difficult to understand. He said, "Indeed, those leaders may have sensed the danger and were secretly kidnapped by a mysterious organization. This parchment scroll," he leaned slightly, pointing his aged finger at the parchment scroll in Shi Feiyang's hand, "is the key to unlocking the secret place deep in the valley."

Everyone handed the parchment scroll to the old man with uneasy feelings.

The old man took it with both hands, wrinkled with time, each line seemingly etched with a story. His hands trembled slightly, as if carrying the weight of the scroll's history. A solemn expression crossed his eyes as he carefully examined the scroll, then steadily walked toward the end of the cave. He stopped before a stone wall and began to feel along it, his fingers moving slowly along the surface, as if caressing an ancient memory, searching for some hidden mechanism.

With a dull roar, as if it was the roar of a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years, the stone wall slowly opened with a "boom".

A stale, decaying smell filled the air, making one frown. It was as if they had traveled from another time and space, revealing a deep, dark passage. The passage was filled with the stench of decay, and the darkness was as thick as ink, seemingly able to swallow everything. Where it led was unknown, filling one's heart with unknown fear, as if a pair of eyes were peering at them from the darkness.

Everyone took a deep breath, forced themselves to cheer up, and continued to move forward along the corridor. The footsteps echoed in the silent corridor, seeming particularly heavy. The "dong dong dong" sound seemed to be the echo of their heartbeats, and every step seemed to be stepping on their own heartbeats.

Before we had gone far, we heard noisy voices coming from the front.

Shi Feiyang's expression became stern, and his eyes revealed vigilance. He raised his hand slightly to signal everyone to pause.

Then, he approached quietly to investigate, taking every step carefully, tapping the ground with his toes for fear of making any sound, like a lurking cheetah, his body tense, ready to attack at any moment.

I saw a group of people in black carrying some huge boxes. The boxes were engraved with the same symbols as the emblem of the mysterious organization. Those symbols flickered with strange light in the dim light, which made people shudder.

(End of this chapter)