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

Chapter 128: Helan Fengyun, Chivalrous Heart Shows His Heroic Spirit
In mid-autumn, the Helan Mountains seem swept into a chaotic dream. Like an ancient demon freed from its thousand-year-old seal, the wind roars in with overwhelming force. In an instant, the sky is filled with yellow sand. The golden gravel seems to be flung into the sky by an invisible giant hand, threatening to dye the entire world a dim yellow.

The thick branches were like dancing ghosts in the strong wind, twisting and swaying wildly, making creaking sounds, like painful whimpers, as if they were struggling against the violent wind, but seemed like they would be uprooted at any time and drift away into the unknown void.

The mountains in the distance are hidden behind the veil of the storm, appearing and disappearing, just like the fairy mountains in mythology floating in the fog, mysterious and chilling.

The sky and the earth were filled with a dim chaos, and the wind was howling like the howling of ghosts and wolves from the Nine Nether Hell. Mixed with it were dull echoes coming from afar, like the roaring of war drums in heaven. It was nature venting its endless power, as if it wanted to bring all things in the world under its control.

In this extremely inclement weather, even the birds that normally soar soaring high and high in the sky folded their proud wings. Like frightened birds, they frantically sought shelter from the wind, cowering in dark corners, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety, no longer daring to spread their wings against the raging sky. The quiet village at the foot of the mountain, like a frightened girl, had already closed its doors and windows tightly to resist the onslaught of this violent nature.

The villagers sat around the warm fire, whispering to each other, as if afraid of disturbing the angry world.

Their faces were filled with awe at the majesty of nature, their eyes filled with fear and confusion, and in the flickering firelight, they looked like ancient paintings. Only the camel caravans, long-tested by the wind and sand, as tough as rock, continued to struggle forward among the endless sand dunes.

Their steps are steady and firm, and every step seems to be measuring the endless desert. The camel bells ring crisply in the wind, like a melodious ballad, telling of the tenacity and indomitable spirit of life, and showing the courage and perseverance to survive in this cruel environment.

Weather like this fills everyone with awe. Nature's power is immense and irresistible. Humans are as tiny as dust, as fragile as ants, seemingly ready to be swallowed up by the relentless storm and vanish into the vastness of the universe.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, just like the chaotic sky outside.

Li Mengxiong's brows furrowed tightly, like two crumbling mountains. The anxiety and irritation on his face resembled the thick, dark clouds before a storm, oppressive and dreary. His eyes were bloodshot, their gaze shone with anxiety and determination. Like a caged beast, he paced back and forth in the tent. His hands were clasped behind his back, his steps quick and powerful. Each step seemed to break the earth's bonds, leaving a dull "thump," as if venting his endless anxiety and dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, he slammed the table, creating a tiny crack on the heavy wooden table. His voice boomed like thunder in the tent, making everyone's ears buzz: "What should we do?"

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang's expression was as calm as the deep sea. He took a step forward calmly, his posture as straight as a pine tree standing proudly on a cliff, showing the demeanor of a great general.

His eyes were firm and deep, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, emitting a reassuring light.

That innate dominance, like an invisible yet powerful aura, permeated the entire tent, drawing the attention of those around him. He raised his chin slightly, his voice resonant and powerful, neither humble nor overbearing, saying, "Don't worry, General. The more difficult this time is, the more we must remain calm." His words resonated like a bell, steady and full of convincing power, like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing hope and confidence to everyone. Shi Feiyang paused briefly, his gaze sweeping across the tent, and continued, "Although this inclement weather has brought us many difficulties, it can also become a sharp weapon in our hands. We can take advantage of the situation and use this strong wind to carry out unexpected strategies."

As he spoke, he raised his hands slightly, gesturing gracefully in the air. His eyes gleamed with wisdom, showcasing his wisdom and courage to the fullest. "The enemy will undoubtedly relax during this storm. We can seize this opportunity and achieve twice the result with half the effort."

His voice was firm and confident, as if he had already secured victory, which made people involuntarily trust and admire him.

In the raging wind of the Helan Mountains, Shi Feiyang's tall figure became more and more vivid. He had his country in mind and was not afraid of difficulties. With his natural dominance and wisdom and courage, he led everyone to find a way out of this predicament. He was like a towering lighthouse, penetrating layers of fog, illuminating the way forward, and becoming the eternal light of hope in everyone's hearts.

His expression was solemn, his hands clasped together, and he spoke respectfully yet firmly, "General Li, while flooding the city would break it, countless innocent civilians would be plunged into the waters, and their property would be destroyed. They have already suffered greatly from the war, being displaced and starving. How could we add to their suffering by inflicting this devastating disaster upon them?"

After saying that, Shi Feiyang looked at Li Mengxiong sincerely, his eyes full of deep concern for the people.

He turned slightly to face the people in the tent, slowly spread out his hands, palms facing up, showing his honest and upright attitude.

In a loud yet gentle voice, he continued, "Everyone, we march and fight to protect our country and our people. If victory comes at the cost of the suffering of the people, then what is the difference between us and those rebels who burn, kill, and loot? The sharp blades in our hands should be swords of justice to strike down evil, not weapons to slaughter the people!"

His voice was deep and full of endless power, echoing in the tent, drawing everyone's attention and causing them to fall into deep thought.

The voice seemed to contain magic, reaching deep into everyone's soul.

Shi Feiyang's words are full of sympathy and concern for the people.

He was well aware of the cruelty of war and understood that the price of victory should not be borne by innocent people.

He knew that as generals, their responsibility was not only to capture cities and territories, but also to protect the defenseless civilians. The purpose of war was peace, not destruction. Only by truly winning the hearts and minds of the people could they win the ultimate victory in the war.

As Li Mengxiong listened to Shi Feiyang's words, his brows gradually relaxed, and the anxiety and determination in his eyes gradually dissipated.

He sighed deeply, as if at this moment he finally understood the true meaning of war.

He looked at Shi Feiyang deeply and nodded in agreement.

He knew that they could not sacrifice long-term peace and stability for the sake of immediate victory. He knew that they had to find a way to capture the city while protecting the people. This was the true path to victory.

Ye Chuanhao snorted coldly, his face filled with disdain frozen like frost. He sneered, "Shi Feiyang, you're being too soft-hearted! War is inherently cruel. To achieve victory, some sacrifices are inevitable."

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with arrogance and contempt, and he clearly disdained Shi Feiyang's views.

Ye Liangdong also quickly agreed, "That's right. If we don't do this, when will we be able to put down the rebellion? Do we have to keep wasting time and make the court lose face?" As he spoke, he nodded continuously, his eyes full of dissatisfaction with Shi Feiyang.

There was a sense of urgency in Ye Liangdong's tone, as if he was urging action to be taken as soon as possible to avoid further deterioration of the situation.

His words were full of concern about the current situation, and also revealed his dissatisfaction and doubts about Shi Feiyang.

Ye Feiliu's face was filled with sarcasm, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a hint of ridicule: "Humph, you think you can win the war by showing mercy? That's ridiculously naive! War is not the game you imagine. Being soft-hearted will only lead to our failure."

He folded his hands over his chest, leaned back slightly, and put on a superior attitude.

Ye Feiliu's tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, as if he was mocking Shi Feiyang's naivety and childishness.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, as if warning everyone that the cruelty of war does not allow for any mercy or weakness.

Shi Feiyang was neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes were as firm as a torch, like the brightest star in the night sky, staring closely at Li Mengxiong.

He took two steps forward, his steps steady and powerful, each step seeming to declare his determination to everyone.

After standing still, he held his head high and spoke in a deep voice, "General Li, the ultimate goal of war is to achieve peace in the world, so that the people can live and work in peace and enjoy the blessings of a peaceful and prosperous era. If the pursuit of a temporary victory plunges the people into an abyss of eternal suffering, what is the meaning of such a victory? It is nothing but empty vanity."

Shi Feiyang's words were full of determination and conviction.

His eyes gleamed with a profound light, as if able to discern the essence and consequences of war. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing an innate dominance that seemed to deter all evil in the world, making people dare not look directly at it.

Shi Feiyang continued, "General, the decision we make now not only affects the outcome of this war, but also the prestige and image of the imperial court in the hearts of the people. If we achieve victory at the expense of the people, how can the people truly support the imperial court in the future? The will of the people is the foundation of long-term peace and stability!"

Shi Feiyang's words were like heavy hammers, hitting everyone's heart hard, especially Li Mengxiong. There was a hint of obvious hesitation in his eyes, and a crack appeared in his originally firm expression.

Li Mengxiong's heart seemed to be touched by Shi Feiyang's words.

There was a hint of hesitation and thought in his eyes, as if he was re-examining the current situation and future decisions.

After hearing what Shi Feiyang said, Li Mengxiong suddenly stopped and a hint of hesitation flashed across his face.

However, this hesitation soon disappeared, and a firm and tough expression reappeared on his face.

His brows furrowed, a hint of struggle in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Although what you said makes sense, the war is urgent and the situation is critical. If we don't act quickly and break into the city, our casualties will continue to increase, which is unbearable for us. Moreover, it will be difficult to explain to the court!"

He sighed softly, as if carrying a heavy burden. He leaned forward slightly, his hands on the edge of the table, his fingertips whitening from the strain. His eyes reflected both worry about the stalemate in the battle and deep thought about Shi Feiyang's point of view, as if a fierce internal struggle was raging. Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his attitude humble yet confident, and he spoke sincerely, "I share General Li's concerns. However, my plan isn't groundless; it's the product of careful consideration."

He turned slightly and faced the people in the tent. His posture was upright, like a towering mountain, giving people an endless sense of security.

He raised his voice, brimming with confidence and conviction. "The heroes of our Xiongying Society possess unique skills and are extremely adept at stealth operations. With their superior martial arts and keen perception, they can quietly sneak into the city, avoiding the rebels' eyes and ears."

As he spoke, Shi Feiyang's eyes, piercing like a sharp sword, looked around at everyone, his eyes filled with trust and expectation, as if conveying an invisible power to everyone: "As long as we plan carefully and deploy meticulously, we can kill Haobai and his generals in one fell swoop and disintegrate the rebels from within.

This is the best strategy that avoids bloodshed and harms the people!" His eyes were firm and bright, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Li Mengxiong's face darkened, his eyes burning as he stared at Shi Feiyang, demanding, "Do you have any good plan to break through the city? Can you make the rebels surrender with just empty words?"

There was a hint of doubt in his tone, and his eyes revealed his eagerness to find a way to break the city.

Shi Feiyang was fully prepared, answering with confidence, "The heroes of the Xiongying Society are fully capable of infiltrating the city as an insider, waiting for an opportunity to kill Haobai and his generals, and even opening the city gates for the imperial soldiers. This way, we can not only successfully capture the city, but also minimize the casualties of innocent civilians. We will take a series of actions, ensuring that every step is precise and accurate, and exchange the minimum cost for the greatest victory."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feiliu couldn't help but burst into laughter, his face full of sarcasm. "With just your small force, you think you can sneak into Ningxia City? You're simply courting death!" However, Shi Feiyang smiled calmly and said slowly, "General Li, don't worry, let me explain in detail."

He looked at Lin Yufeng, the head of the Bagua Qimen Formation, again, his eyes gleaming with firm confidence, "Our hero Lin Yu's Bagua Qimen Formation is famous for its exquisite mechanisms and formations. The entire sect is like an intricate maze, and its defenses are impregnable.

With this formation, we can completely surround and kill the gate guards and generals, and successfully open the gate."

As Shi Feiyang spoke, he gestured the layout of the formation in the air, vividly demonstrating the power of the formation to everyone: "This formation can surprise the rebels at the critical moment and catch them off guard.

With the help of the heroes of the Xiongying Society in the city, we will be able to successfully capture the city with the help of the inside and outside forces."

Lin Yufeng stood up and nodded slightly: "Yes, although my Bagua Qimen Formation is not good at frontal attack, it is unique in its mechanical formations and will definitely be able to help Hero Shi."

Zhao Qingfeng also stood up and drew his sword, the sword clanging loudly: "My Qingfeng Sword Sect is willing to follow Hero Shi and infiltrate together to kill the traitors!"

Sun Tiezhang crossed his arms and said in a loud voice: "My Iron Palm Gang will never back down!"

Qian Wanying flashed, as agile as an eagle: "The Flying Eagle Sect will definitely go all out!"

Zhou Cangyue raised his broadsword and said in a deep voice, "The Dian Cang Dao Sect obeys the orders of Hero Shi!"

Yi Li held a long sword, looking heroic and valiant: "The Hengshan Sect is also willing to serve you!"

Li Mengxiong looked around at everyone present, and a warm current surged in his heart.

His eyes swept across the determined faces one by one, and he saw the determination and resolve flashing in their eyes.

He unconsciously clenched his fists, then slowly unclenched them. After a moment's contemplation, he sighed, "Master Shi, I admit that my previous thinking was too narrow. You care about the people of the world. This kind of patriotism makes me feel extremely ashamed."

There was a hint of emotion in his voice, and his eyes were full of admiration for Shi Daxia.

After saying that, Li Mengxiong stood up suddenly, his back straight, his expression solemn, and he gave an order in a voice like a bell: "Cancel the plan to flood the city. All generals, listen to my orders and act according to the plan of Shi Daxia!" His voice echoed in the tent, and his majesty and decisiveness were beyond words.

Cheers erupted in the tent. Shi Feiyang, his warriors, and the leaders of the various sects were all overjoyed and excited. Shi Feiyang looked around at everyone present, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

That night, the inky sky resembled a vast piece of black satin. A cold crescent moon hung high above, casting a chilling light that draped the entire city of Ningxia in a hazy silver veil. The city was hushed and silent, save for the occasional barking of dogs, which echoed through the empty streets, further accentuating the night's depth and loneliness. A gentle breeze, carrying a hint of coolness, rustled the dry grass along the roadside.

Shi Feiyang displayed his extraordinary qinggong skill, "A Thousand Miles Without Stopping," and his figure flashed like lightning in the night, like a ghost in the dark night, silent and silent. His figure disappeared in the moonlight, leaving only a faint afterimage, as if he had never appeared.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen displayed his amazing "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill". His figure was as erratic as light smoke, swift but silent, as if blending into the night, making him hard to grasp.

His movements were light and swift, as if they were drawing invisible tracks in the night sky, making people marvel at his superb martial arts skills.

At the same time, Suzaku carried Baihu, Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, "Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, Qingfeng Sword Sect Leader Zhao Qingfeng, Iron Palm Gang's Sun Tiezhang, Feiying Sect's Qian Wanying, Dian Cangdao Sect's Zhou Cangyue, Bagua Qimen Formation Leader Lin Yu, Yili and many other heroes, and quietly flew into Ningxia City.

The huge wings of the Vermilion Bird fluttered gently in the moonlight, creating a weak air current that made the surrounding leaves fall, as if playing a mysterious melody for their arrival.

"Round Barrel" Lu Dedao and "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian assisted "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong and "Double-Edged Knife" Xiao Lingling to stay in the Xiongying Society military camp. The bonfire in the camp occasionally burst into sparks, which were particularly eye-catching in the silent night, as if providing a ray of light for their perseverance.

After Shi Feiyang and his companions infiltrated the city, a thin mist filled the streets, blurring their vision like a veil. The mist drifted slowly in the breeze, gathering and dispersing, adding a touch of mystery to the city, as if telling its unknown story.

Shi Feiyang's sharp eyes penetrated the mist and locked onto the location of Xiaobai Mansion. Located in the most prosperous area of ​​the city, Xiaobai Mansion occupied a vast area. The flying eaves and brackets cast eerie shadows in the moonlight, like a dormant giant beast, giving people a chill.

The walls of the mansion are tall, and the tops are filled with sharp bamboo sticks, which flash coldly in the moonlight, indicating that the city is heavily guarded.

The two stone lions in front of the mansion gate appear even more majestic and mysterious under the fog, as if guarding the peace of the mansion.

Shi Feiyang took the lead and rushed towards Xiaobai Mansion like a black lightning.

Behind him, Yili, the archer Miao Menlong, the plum blossom dart Shan Zhi, and the iron flute scholar Xiang Kun followed closely, their footsteps as light as ghosts, making almost no sound, as if their existence was only to complete this mysterious mission.

Nearing the palace wall, Shi Feiyang tapped his toes and leaped, easily scaling the several-meter-high wall like an agile black panther. The corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind, creating a gentle rustle that seemed to trace invisible paths across the night sky.

The others followed suit, displaying their own Qinggong skills. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the interweaving of moonlight and mist, like dancing ghosts in the night sky. Their movements were light and swift, as if they were drawing invisible trails across the night sky, making one marvel at the superb Qinggong skills. As soon as they entered the mansion, a murderous aura rushed towards them.

In the courtyard, a tall locust tree swayed in the night breeze, its branches rustling as if telling a hidden secret. Its shadow flickered across the ground, sometimes lengthening, sometimes shortening, like a dancing ghost, sending a chill down your spine. The surrounding houses, scattered in an orderly fashion, were dimly lit, their yellowish lights flickering through the mist.

Occasionally, a few patrolling guards walked by, their footsteps particularly clear in the silent courtyard, and their figures were stretched out under the light, appearing particularly eerie, as if adding a touch of mystery to the mansion.

Shi Feiyang and others quickly hid themselves and hid in the shadows.

The shadows were filled with a stale smell, a mixture of earth and moss.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He carefully observed the layout of the mansion and the patrol routes of the guards.

There was a subtle sharpness in his eyes, as if he could see through every detail.

After assessing the surroundings, he gestured to his companions, who immediately understood and quickly dispersed, stealthily heading in different directions. Their figures moved silently through the shadows, like nimble fish swimming through water, seemingly blending into the darkness. Shi Feiyang, accompanied by his trusted assistants—the archer Miao Menlong, the plum blossom dart expert Shan Zhi, the iron flute-wielding scholar Xiang Kun, and the mysterious Yi Li—quietly advanced toward the main house.

They walked along the wall carefully, taking every step with extreme caution, for fear of making any sound.

The walls were covered with moss, which was wet and emitted a faint fishy smell, as if telling the history of this mansion.

Suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps broke the tranquility of the night. Shi Feiyang and others immediately stopped and held their breath.

Several guards holding long swords appeared from the corner, their eyes alert and constantly scanning the surroundings.

The moonlight shone on their faces, reflecting a stern expression, as if warning anyone who tried to intrude.

Shi Feiyang and others hid in the shadows, motionless, and only continued forward after the guards had gone far away.

When they arrived in front of the main house, as soon as they stepped over the threshold, they started a fierce fight with the guards and generals under Haibai.

With swords flashing and fists whistling, the battle instantly became fierce.

Within the Haibai Mansion, there was a guard named Zhang Meng. He came from the Vajra Sect and was a towering figure, as imposing as a small mountain. The martial arts technique he wielded was called the "Vajra Earth-Splitting Fist." Every punch he delivered carried the force to split mountains and crack rocks, sending whistling winds and shaking the ground.

He shouted loudly and rushed towards Shi Feiyang suddenly. His right fist hit Shi Feiyang's chest with a whistling sound.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed, but he calmly performed the opening move of the Divine Dragon Claw, "Dragon Exploring the Deep Sea".

His right hand, like a sharp steel hook, whirred with the sound of wind as it cut into Zhang Meng's attack path at an extremely fast speed, precisely grabbing Zhang Meng's wrist. This grab seemed casual, but it contained great power. Zhang Meng felt as if his wrist was clamped by an iron clamp, unable to move.

After successfully capturing the target, Shi Feiyang quickly displayed his signature skill, "Dragon Whirlwind".

His body spun like a whirlwind, driving Zhang Meng's body to spin involuntarily. Under this powerful rotational force, Zhang Meng's huge body seemed to turn into an uncontrolled wild bull, charging around and smashing the surrounding tables and chairs to pieces.

Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to kick Zhang Meng in the abdomen. Zhang Meng let out a scream and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall heavily. Cracks appeared on the wall instantly and dust fell down.

At the same time, there was a female guard named Liu Ruyan, who was a master of the Qingfeng Yueying School.

She has a graceful figure and holds a soft whip in her hand, the whip technique of which is called "Qingfeng Yueying Whip".

The whip flickered, like a gentle breeze under the moonlight, unpredictable. With a flick of her wrist, the whip swung towards Shi Feiyang like a spirit snake.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang immediately used the "Dragon Claw Breaking the Wind" technique from his Divine Dragon Claw skill.

He instantly stretched out his left hand, and his five fingers grabbed the whip like sharp blades.

The moment it touched the whip, Shi Feiyang's internal energy was quickly transmitted along the whip. Liu Ruyan only felt a powerful force coming from the whip, which made her palm numb and the whip in her hand almost slip out.

After Shi Feiyang grabbed the whip, he pulled it hard, causing Liu Ruyan to lose her balance and almost fall.

He took advantage of the victory and used the "Dragon Leaping into the Sky" technique. He jumped high into the air like a soaring dragon and kicked Liu Ruyan in the chest.

Liu Ruyan widened her eyes in horror and wanted to dodge but it was too late. She could only watch Shi Feiyang kick at her.

This kick contained enormous power, directly kicking Liu Ruyan away. She drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Another guard named Chen Feng came from the mysterious Shadowless Sword Sect.

He held an extremely sharp sword in his hand, and his sword skills were unique and strange, named "Shadowless Phantom Sword".

His sword moves were as fast as lightning, and the sword shadows overlapped one after another, dazzling and overwhelming.

In a fierce duel, Chen Feng's body flashed, and his sword went straight to Shi Feiyang's throat like a flash of lightning.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang hurriedly dodged to the side and at the same time used the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. The sword flashed and neutralized Chen Feng's attacks one by one.

Chen Feng's sword shone coldly in the darkness, colliding with Shi Feiyang's blade, sending up a string of sparks and a crisp metallic clang. During the fierce battle with Chen Feng, Shi Feiyang once again unleashed his Divine Dragon Claw.

He used the "Dragon Breaking the Sky" technique, and with both claws, he stretched out with tremendous power and momentum, and went straight for Chen Feng's sword.

Chen Feng only felt a huge force coming towards him. He tried to resist, but found that his strength was insignificant in front of Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang's claws firmly grasped Chen Feng's long sword. With a little force, with a "click", the long sword broke into two pieces in his hand.

This time, Shi Feiyang used the magical power of the Dragon Claw and the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. His claws were like a dragon emerging from the sea, powerful and fierce. Every swing of his claws could tear through the enemy's defenses; his sword technique was sharp, the sword light was sharp, and the sword energy was overwhelming.

He moved freely among the enemy lines, and every attack was accompanied by the enemy's screams and falls to the ground.

His figure on the battlefield was like a black whirlwind. Wherever he went, enemy soldiers fell down and their blood dyed the ground red.

His eyes were filled with determination and coldness, as if he was the god of death in hell, ruthlessly reaping the lives of his enemies.

At the same time, Yili, the archer Miao Menlong and the plum blossom dart Shan Zhi were responsible for blocking the deserters in Haobai Mansion.

Miao Menlong holds a magic bow and never misses his arrow. Every arrow he shoots carries great force and can penetrate the enemy.

Shan Zhi wielded the plum blossom dart with precise precision. In his hand, it swung like a nimble butterfly, concealing deadly intent as it soared towards those attempting to flee. Miao Menlong's arrows arced through the night sky, accompanied by sharp whistles; Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts gleamed coldly in the moonlight, silently striking their targets.

Yi Li held the golden needles Shi Feiyang had given her in both hands, occasionally hurling them, piercing the guards' acupuncture points. The guards wailed in pain. On the other side of the battlefield, Gong Simeng, holding Xiao Yuyan in her arms, watched the battle under the protection of Lin Wanqing and Tie Di Xiucai.

Lin Wanqing held a long sword and looked around vigilantly to prevent the enemy from approaching Gong Simeng and Xiao Yuyan.

Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar", holds an iron flute in his hand. The sound of the flute is melodious, but it contains murderous intent, and he is ready to attack any approaching enemy at any time.

The moonlight shone on them, illuminating their tense and focused expressions.

Xie Wen, the "Eagle Detective," is responsible for monitoring the enemy situation in the city. With his swift eagle-like figure, he darts across the city's rooftops, delivering intelligence.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he could see through the enemy's movements in the dark, providing crucial intelligence support to Shi Feiyang and others.

In this turbulent era, Zhao Qingfeng, the head of the Qingfeng Sword School, Sun Tiezhang of the Iron Palm Gang, Qian Wanying of the Feiying Sect, Zhou Cangyue of the Dian Cang Knife School, and Lin Yufeng, the head of the Bagua Qimen Formation, these martial arts masters sneaked into the homes of enemy generals respectively to carry out a crucial mission - arson and assassination of enemy generals.

Zhao Qingfeng used the Qingfeng Sword School's unique skill, the "Qingfeng Phantom Sword". His figure was as elusive as the wind, and his sword moves were unpredictable, killing the enemy with his sword.

Sun Tiezhang used the Iron Palm Gang's "Mountain-Splitting and Rock-Splitting Palm" and his palms exerted incredible power, beating the enemy to death by vomiting blood.

Qian Wanying used the "Flying Eagle Grabbing Hand" and his body was as agile as an eagle. He snatched the enemy's weapon in a flash in the air and delivered a fatal blow.

Zhou Cangyue brandished the broadsword of the Dian Cang Sword School and used the "Dian Cang Earth-Splitting Sword". Every strike seemed to split the earth, and the power was astonishing.

The flames flickered in the night sky, illuminating half the sky red. The shouts and sounds of weapons clashing intertwined, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Lin Yufeng, the leader of the Bagua Qimen Formation, led his disciples to the city gate and quickly set up a formation.

Lin Yufeng's Bagua Qimen Formation is famous. The formation is as complicated as a maze, with many traps, which tightly besiege the city gate guards and soldiers.

The hidden weapons in the formation were fired at the same time, making it impossible for the defenders to defend themselves. Under the command of Lin Yufeng, the disciples worked closely together and successfully opened the city gate.

Seeing the gates open, Ye Mengxiong, who was outside the city, immediately gave orders and led his troops to attack the city overnight. In an instant, thousands of troops rushed in.

The torches at the city gate swayed in the wind, and the enemy's screams echoed inside and outside the city.

Upon hearing the news, Xiaobai committed suicide with his family, and Xiaochengen and others were captured. Thus, the Xiaobai Rebellion was completely quelled. This battle made Shi Feiyang famous throughout the world.

However, the end of the Ningxia campaign also foreshadowed the impending separation of the heroes. Zhao Qingfeng, head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, Sun Tiezhang of the Iron Palm Gang, Qian Wanying of the Flying Eagle Sect, Zhou Cangyue of the Dian Cang Sword Sect, and Lin Yufeng, head of the Bagua Qimen Formation, all clasped their fists and bowed, expressing their gratitude to Shi Feiyang for leading them in the suppression of the rebellion, allowing their disciples to be tempered in the flames of war and rapidly grow.

Yi Li reluctantly bids farewell to Shi Feiyang, explaining that her mentor, the Hengshan Sect's headmaster, Chixia's sixtieth birthday is approaching, and she must return to Hengshan to celebrate. Shi Feiyang, equally reluctant, promises to escort Yi Li back to Hengshan, taking Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, Xiang Kun, and Xiao Yuyan with him. Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, Xie Wen, Lu Dedao, Jiang Huotian, and others will lead their 1,300 disciples back to Jiangnan.

Since the money and food had been donated to the imperial officers and civilians in Ningxia, Wu Zhong led his team back to Jiangnan with empty carriages. There was nothing for the bandits to plunder, and the journey was relatively safe. Wu Zhong and others had no objection to this.

So, all the heroes present clasped their fists and bowed to each other, said goodbye to each other, and embarked on their different paths.

Although Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing were reluctant to accompany Shi Feiyang to escort Yi Li back to Hengshan, they finally reluctantly agreed in the face of the irresistible beauty of Hengshan.

Nestled on a nameless mountain outside Kaifeng Prefecture, Shenjian Villa resembles a shimmering pearl hidden from the world, exuding a unique and captivating charm. With the arrival of spring, wildflowers bloom across the hillsides, their fiery reds, rosy pinks, and whites as white as snow, adorning the villa with a vibrant riot of color. Butterflies flutter among the blossoms, their dazzling wings fluttering, sometimes lightly alighting on stamens, sometimes playfully chasing each other, as if dancing with the vibrant spring light.

In summer, lush green trees interweave into a dense shade, and sunlight shines through the gaps between layers of branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.

The gentle breeze brings a hint of coolness, dispelling the summer heat and making people feel comfortable.

The occasional chirping of cicadas also adds a bit of vitality and vigor to this quiet forest.

When the refreshing autumn breeze arrives, the maple leaves seem to have their paint palette overturned by nature, dyed into a fiery red.

Looking from a distance, the forests are all colored, and the rolling mountains are like wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, which is beautiful beyond words.

The mountain paths are covered with fallen leaves, which make a rustling sound when stepped on, as if telling the story of autumn.

When the winter snow comes, the entire Shenjian Villa is covered in silver, like a fairy tale world.

The roofs, trees and mountains are all covered with thick snow, sparkling with crystal light under the sunlight.

The mountains in the distance become clearer against the backdrop of white snow, appearing particularly quiet and solemn, like a natural ink painting.

Between the peaks, snow capped the earth, seemingly draping it in a silver veil. Within the villa, the well-organized, ancient buildings radiate a simple and elegant beauty. Their soaring eaves and angled corners resemble birds flapping their wings, their aging and enduring charm enhanced by the passage of time.

The carved beams and painted buildings of every building are exquisite and delicate, and those beautiful patterns and designs tell the glory and stories of the past.

They complement and blend perfectly with the surrounding natural environment, forming an intoxicating landscape painting.

Anyone who steps into it will be attracted by the picturesque scenery and will not want to leave. Because Shi Feiyang is patriotic and protects the people, he actively participated in the court's suppression of the Haobai Rebellion and became famous throughout the world. The slander against him by Xie Zhichuan and the Beggar Gang leader Zhong Renwang was self-defeating.

However, the hatred in their hearts did not dissipate, but became stronger. They decided to secretly organize martial arts masters and plot to assassinate Shi Feiyang.

They were filled with hatred for Shi Feiyang and could not tolerate his existence, so they decided to take extreme measures.

At this moment, they discussed repeatedly and finally decided to join forces with Liu Yanran of Liaodong Shenshui Palace to implement the assassination plan.

So, Zhong Renwang brought his two sons, Zhong Wanwang and Zhong Wanqiang, and accompanied Xie Zhichuan to the Shenshui Palace in Liaodong.

Prepare to unfold a thrilling conspiracy.

(End of this chapter)