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

Chapter 147: The bloody end, the treacherous plot again, the beautiful woman worries in the rain

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly streaked across the sky, like a falling meteor.

Everyone looked closely and found that it was Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang had long anticipated that He Kezhou and his wife were cruel and ruthless, and would definitely gather a group of villains to come to their home and cause trouble.

On the outskirts of Luoyang, he provided all kinds of miraculous medicines to the disciples of Xiongying Society to heal their wounds and stop the bleeding. As he watched the disciples' injuries gradually stabilize, he knew that the crisis at home was imminent.

So, he used his peerless light skill of "Thousand Miles Without Stopping" and rushed through the rain like lightning, rushing back towards Suzhou Prefecture and Shi Mansion, with the sole purpose of protecting his family.

Shi Feiyang landed steadily on the ground with both feet, and the aura around him instantly burst out. He used the eighth level of Mingyu Gong - "Supreme Forgetfulness".

In an instant, an extreme chill spread out from him as the center, and the moisture in the air quickly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, falling down with a rustling sound, flashing a cold light in the dim rain curtain.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and a thin layer of ice instantly formed on the ground, making a slight "cracking" sound.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were cold, and the Burmese knife in his hand was unsheathed with a "clang". The blade flashed with cold light, just like a silver silk thread.

Seeing this, Yang Miaofeng felt a little afraid, but as the leader of the Golden Spear Society, he had no choice but to go ahead.

He shouted loudly, and stabbed Shi Feiyang with the spear in his hand, performing the "Poisonous Snake Out of the Hole" move from the "Sickle Hook Spear Technique".

The tip of the spear was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, with a fierce momentum, heading straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a scornful smile. His figure flashed like a streak of black lightning, easily dodging the fierce attack. Yang Miaofeng's spear missed, and due to excessive force, the spearhead pierced deeply into the ground.

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity and unleashed his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique." His blade flashed with swiftness, his movements reaching extreme speed. He darted through the enemy horde, each swing of his blade unleashing a brilliant flash of light, accompanied by the whirring sound of wind, as if ripping the rainy night apart.

He unleashed the "Pine Welcoming Guests" move, and the Burmese knife drew an arc in the air. Wherever the blade reached, the air was sliced ​​by the sharp blade, making a "chi chi" sound. Yang Hua quickly raised his gun to block it. A loud "clang" sounded, like the ringing of a huge bell, which made everyone's eardrums hurt.

Yang Hua felt a tremendous force emanating from the gun, numbing his arms and sending him stumbling backwards, leaving deep footprints on the slippery ground. Seeing this, Yang Han, Yang Cun, and Yang Qun coordinated their attacks, attacking Shi Feiyang from three different directions.

Yang Han unleashed the "Iron Ox Plowing the Field" move from his "Sickle-Hook Spear Technique," swiftly swinging his spear, a shadowy force enveloping Shi Feiyang. Yang Cun and Yang Qun, from both sides, stabbed Shi Feiyang's vital points with their spears.

Facing the attack, Shi Feiyang was not afraid. He used the cold energy of Mingyu Gong to freeze the surrounding air and form a layer of ice.

The spear pierced the ice cover, making a "bang bang" sound and sparks flying everywhere.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the fact that his opponent's moves were getting old and revealing flaws, and used the "Golden Dragon Claw" move from the Baisheng Sword Technique. The Burmese sword spun rapidly, forming an impenetrable light curtain, which blocked the three people's spears one after another.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang turned his body, changed the momentum of his sword, and used the "Sword Flash Shadow". The sword light flashed, like a dazzling light curtain, sweeping towards the three people.

The three men were unable to dodge in time and were cut by the sword light. Blood gushed out instantly and flowed down their bodies under the rain.

In the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang was like a god of war.

His Mingyu Gong was so chilling that wherever he went, the villains of the Golden Spear Society felt numb all over and could not move.

His Hundred Victory Sword Skills were extremely sharp, and every time he struck out, it carried a killing momentum that frightened the enemy.

In this fierce fight, the shouts of killing, the sounds of weapons clashing, and the screams of pain were intertwined in the Shi Mansion. Relying on his wisdom and courage, Shi Feiyang fought against many masters of the Golden Spear Society and gradually gained the upper hand.

The gentle breeze and drizzle add a hazy beauty to this spring day.

During the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he was always alert to the movements around him.

The spring rain was like fine threads, densely interwoven and dripping. It should have brought freshness and tranquility, but the silence around was broken by a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps.

Suddenly, a group of masked men in black emerged from the depths of Hell, rapidly surrounding Shi Feiyang from all sides and trapping him tightly within their core. A strong murderous aura emanated from them, like a materialized haze. Under the gentle spring rain, it seemed even more eerie and terrifying. It was clear at first glance that they were not friendly.

Shi Feiyang had a stern expression and his eyes were like lightning. He held the Burmese knife tightly in his hand, and the blade trembled slightly, as if it was eager to drink blood.

He stood still like a statue, his eyes sharp as a searchlight, quickly scanning the surroundings, trying to find a chance to break through the heavy encirclement. Shi Feiyang knew that the appearance of these men in black was no accident and must be inextricably linked to the cunning Golden Spear Society.

Despite this, there was no fear in Shi Feiyang's eyes. Instead, a fiery and determined fighting spirit burned in his chest.

"Hmph! The Golden Spear Society guys are indeed as cunning as foxes!" Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, the sound seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing a bone-chilling chill. As soon as the words fell, his figure suddenly erupted with astonishing power, like a black lightning that cut through the rain curtain.

He swung the Burmese knife in his hand, bringing up a cold blade light, and pounced towards the man in black like a surging tide.

Then, a more brutal and fierce battle broke out in the spring rain.

The drizzle gently brushed across Shi Feiyang's face, but it could not affect his swift and fierce movements.

The Burmese sword slashed through the air, leaving silver trails in its wake, like dazzling meteors in the night sky. Each swing carried the force of thunder, accompanied by a whistling sound that cut through the wind, aiming directly at the black-clad man's fatal spot.

Shi Feiyang performed the "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves" move from the Baisheng Sword Technique. The sword light flashed, like a sharp blade cutting through the air, making a "chi chi" sound.

Although there were many men in black, they seemed vulnerable under Shi Feiyang's fierce attack that was like a tidal wave. They were like a candle in the wind, difficult to approach, and could only retreat continuously, looking for opportunities to counterattack in panic.

However, how could Shi Feiyang give them any chance to breathe?

His figure was like a ghost, moving left and right, like a spirit in the dark night.

The Burmese knife in his hand flew up and down, flashing with cold light.

He just performed a move called "Sword Flashing Shadow", the sword curtain was airtight, and the sound of "whoosh" of wind was endless in his ears.

In a flash, several men in black fell under Shi Feiyang's sharp swordsmanship. Blood flowed and was quickly washed away by the rain. The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood, which formed a sharp contrast with the fresh and pleasant breath of spring.

"Hmph! You think you can trap me, Shi Feiyang, with such a petty trick? You're just daydreaming!" Shi Feiyang sneered, his voice revealing both disdain and arrogance. His sneer only intensified as he attacked with even greater ferocity, his Hundred Victories Sword Technique becoming even more skillful, each move carrying a deadly aura.

Gong Simeng stood aside, watching the battle nervously, her heart full of worry.

She hurriedly shouted to Shi Feiyang, "Feiyang, be careful! Feng Yuanlong's son Feng Yao is cunning and scheming. Don't take him lightly!"

When Shi Feiyang heard the reminder, his eyes became as sharp as an eagle and he quickly locked onto a figure in the crowd.

The man was thin and his face was as pale as paper, without any blood color, but his eyes were flashing with sinister and cunning light. He was Feng Yao, the son of Feng Yuanlong, the master of Xuanwu Hall and the poisonous snake king.

Feng Yu seemed to be sensitive to Shi Feiyang's gaze. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of sneer. His expression seemed to tell Shi Feiyang that he didn't take him seriously at all.

He wielded the soft sword lightly, and the sword body twisted like a snake, making a "whooshing" sound as it broke through the wind.

Seeing this, the men in black around seemed to be driven by some mysterious force. They were cheered up and mustered up their courage to launch a more fierce and crazy attack on Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly upon seeing this, and his figure moved once more with ghostly speed. He rapidly activated the Mingyu Gong, pushing his internal energy to the eighth level—"Supreme Forgetfulness." The ninth level—"Wuji Shura"—could not be used carelessly, as that level of power could freeze rivers and lakes.

Instantly, a bone-chilling chill spread from him. The moisture in the air quickly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, which fell with a rustling sound, gleaming coldly in the dim rain. This chill was like countless invisible ice snakes, snaking towards the man in black. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze, emitting a subtle "crackling" sound.

Under the cover of icy air, the Burmese knife in Shi Feiyang's hand shone even colder, as if it were endowed with the magic power of ice.

He perfectly combined the Baisheng sword technique with the Mingyu Gong, and every swing was accompanied by a bloody storm.

He knew very well that only by quickly getting rid of these men in black could he concentrate on dealing with the extremely cunning Feng Yao.

Gong Simeng witnessed the whole process from the side. She was terrified and so nervous that her heart seemed to jump out of her chest.

She gripped the sword tightly in her hand, her palms already soaked with sweat, her eyes filled with anxiety, and she was ready to rush forward to support Shi Feiyang at any time.

However, Shi Feiyang's martial arts were so superb, his movements as swift as lightning, that she had no chance to intervene and could only wait anxiously on the sidelines. The fighting continued fiercely, and the air was filled with the thick smell of blood, like a thick haze, covering the entire battlefield.

But amidst the blood and killing, Shi Feiyang's eyes became more and more determined, revealing a terrifying determination.

He used the cold energy of Mingyu Gong to directly attack the acupuncture points of the Golden Spear Society masters.

Those masters only felt their whole bodies go numb, their limbs suddenly lost consciousness, and they were unable to move, with expressions of horror on their faces.

Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to perform the "Pine Welcoming Guests" technique from the Baisheng Sword Technique. The Burmese sword spun rapidly, forming an impenetrable light curtain, which successively blocked the weapons of several men in black. The powerful recoil made their arms numb and the weapons almost slipped out of their hands.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang turned around and used the "Meteor Chasing the Moon" technique. The blade flashed like a fast-moving meteor, carrying an indestructible force, instantly killing several men in black, and blood splattered on the spot.

However, Feng Yao remained calm, like a lurking poisonous snake, waiting for his opportunity.

The soft sword in his hand moved like a spirit snake, making a "whooshing" sound from time to time, trying to find Shi Feiyang's flaws.

Shi Feiyang naturally would not give him a chance. He used the cold energy of Mingyu Gong to instantly freeze the surrounding ground, forming a slippery area.

Feng Xiu stepped on the ice and staggered.

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity and used the "Raging Sea" from the Baisheng Sword Technique. With a flash of the sword, he chopped towards Feng Xi's arm.

Feng Miao was horrified and quickly waved his soft sword to block. With a "clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere.

Feng Yao only felt a powerful force coming from the soft sword, which cracked his knuckles and caused blood to flow.

At this moment, the Golden Spear Society's chief leader Yang Miaofeng, deputy chief leader Yang Hua, Qingyan Hall leader Yang Han, Feixun Hall leader Yang Cun, Fuhu Hall leader Yang Qun and others saw Shi Feiyang fighting fiercely with Feng Yao, and thought they had an opportunity, so they took the chance to attack Gong Simeng again.

Gong Simeng was shocked and his face turned pale.

Although she was an extraordinary martial artist, she felt powerless under the siege of many masters from the Golden Spear Society.

She quickly retreated, trying to dodge the sudden attack. However, the Golden Spear Society members clearly had no intention of letting her go. Their attacks grew increasingly fierce, each strike targeting her vital points. The Suzaku swooped down, the White Tiger pounced, tearing the Golden Spear Society's villains apart.

Shi Feiyang displayed the mysterious light skill of "hiding one's body and name", and his figure flashed, and he instantly stood in front of Gong Simeng like a phantom.

His eyes were as cold as ice as he glanced at the members of the Golden Spear Society. A powerful and invisible aura emanated from him, as if a towering mountain was pressing down on them, causing everyone in the Golden Spear Society to shudder.

"Hmph! The people from the Golden Spear Society are nothing but this!" Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his tone full of contempt and disdain.

The Burmese knife in his hand gleamed with a cold light, and under the reflection of the spring rain, it seemed even colder and more piercing, as if it could transform into a deadly blade at any moment, reaping the lives of its enemies. Upon hearing this, the members of the Golden Spear Society glared at him, their eyes flashing with anger and unwillingness.

Yang Miaofeng was so angry that his face turned ashen, like a gloomy piece of iron stone, and his facial features were distorted by anger, as ugly as pig liver.

A deafening roar emanated from his chest, as loud as thunder, as if to shatter the entire world.

Immediately afterwards, he took the lead in launching an attack. The spear in his hand was like a nimble and ferocious poisonous snake, spitting out a cold and shining tongue, and pierced straight into Shi Feiyang's chest with lightning speed.

The long spear cut through the air, making a sharp "whoosh" sound, and the fierce momentum seemed to pierce Shi Feiyang in an instant.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with contempt.

His body was as fast as lightning. With a simple flash, he dodged the extremely fierce attack like a ghost. At the same time, he activated the Mingyu Gong, pushing the cold energy in his body to its extreme.

In an instant, a bone-chilling breath surged out. The spear in Yang Miaofeng's hand was instantly covered by a thick layer of frost under the invasion of this cold air, and was frozen in an instant.

Yang Miaofeng noticed something strange and was shocked. He gripped the spear tightly with both hands and pulled it with all his strength. There was a crisp "crack" sound, like a sudden thunderclap, and the spear broke in the middle. One end of the broken spear fell to the ground with a "clang".

Shi Feiyang took advantage of this opportunity and performed the "Sword Flash" move from the Baisheng Sword Technique.

The Burmese knife in his hand danced rapidly, and the knife light flashed, as if countless brilliant lightning bolts intertwined together to form a dazzling light curtain, sweeping towards Yang Miaofeng with overwhelming force.

This light curtain contained endless murderous intent. Wherever it went, the air was cut into countless pieces, making a "hissing" sound.

Yang Miaofeng was unable to dodge and only felt a flash of cold light in front of his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his body.

In an instant, his clothes were cut with several long cuts, covered with bloodstains, and bright red blood flowed out, quickly dyeing his clothes red. Under the washing of the spring rain, the blood flowed down his body and gathered into a pool on the ground.

Yang Miaofeng fell to the ground with a thud, and his body broke into ninety-nine pieces.

The other Golden Spear Club masters were horrified upon witnessing Yang Miaofeng's tragic death, but they didn't retreat. Instead, their ferocity was aroused, and they all attacked. Yang Hua gripped his spear tightly with both hands, unleashing his "Wild Wind Spear Technique." The shadows of his spear shone heavily, and like a violent storm, he attacked Shi Feiyang with swift force.

His spear danced rapidly in his hand, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light, and every thrust brought out a strong gust of wind, making a "whoosh" sound, as if to drown Shi Feiyang in this forest of spears.

Shi Feiyang exuded the chill of Mingyu Gong all over his body, instantly freezing the air around him.

In an instant, a crystal-clear ice wall quickly formed in front of him. Yang Hua's spear struck the ice wall fiercely, making a loud "clang" sound like a huge bell, which hurt everyone's eardrums and sent sparks flying.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of Yang Hua's exhaustion, his old strength expended but new, to unleash a move from his Hundred Victories Sword Technique, "Pine Welcoming Guests." The Burmese sword in his hand spun rapidly, forming an impenetrable curtain of light, the sound of wind whirring incessantly filling his ears.

This curtain of light was like an indestructible barrier, tightly wrapping around Yang Hua's spear.

Shi Feiyang exerted force suddenly, and with a "click", Yang Hua's spear was broken. The broken spear head flew into the air, and then with a "puff", it was inserted into the ground.

Yang Hua was so shaken by Shi Feiyang's powerful internal force that his feet left two deep marks on the ground. He stepped back, his face filled with horror. Shi Feiyang's eyes were like an eagle, and a cold light flashed. Like a black lightning, he rushed forward with a fierce momentum.

His movements were as fast as the wind. He held the Burmese knife in his hand horizontally, and a cold blade light flashed. There was a crisp "click" sound, like a bolt from the blue, and Yang Hua's neck was cut off in an instant.

Yang Hua's head flew out like a cannonball, drawing a strange arc in the air, and fell to the ground three feet away with a muffled "bang".

His headless body was gushing with blood, and the blood vessels in his neck spurted out crimson blood, forming columns of blood that splashed onto the ground around him with a "bang bang". The body swayed a few times, but finally could not hold on and fell to the ground with a thud, splashing dust and blood.

At this time, Yang Han, Yang Cun, and Yang Xun were all shocked when they witnessed this bloody scene, but they quickly calmed down and looked at each other, their eyes conveying firm determination and tacit understanding.

They understood what he meant and slowly approached Shi Feiyang in a triangle from three different directions. Their steps were steady and powerful, and they held their spears tightly in their hands, with the tips of the spears flashing with cold light.

Yang Han took the lead in attacking. He used the "sickle hook spear technique" and shouted loudly. He swung both spears, and the spear tips made a whistling sound, as if a strong wind was howling.

His palms flushed slightly from the profound internal energy he was imbued with. His face flushed, and veins bulged on his forehead, clearly channeling all his strength into this single spear strike. Like two ferocious dragons, his twin spears swiftly thrust towards Shi Feiyang's chest and abdomen, their tips slicing through the air with sharp whooshing sounds.

Yang Cun followed closely behind, swinging his spear and unleashing the "Sickle Hook Spear Technique." Spear shadows emanated from him, each one carrying a fierce murderous aura, like layers of impenetrable nets, pressing directly against Shi Feiyang's vitals.

His eyes were cold and focused, and the spear flew up and down in his hand like a nimble snake, making it impossible to defend against it.

Yang Xun held a spear and performed the "sickle hook spear technique", with spear flowers flashing, trying to trap Shi Feiyang with dense and flexible sword moves.

Although they are brothers from the same school and use the same sickle-hook spear technique, the specific use of it is inseparable from the individual's martial arts skills.

Yang Qun's spearmanship was like the art of Tai Chi, combining both strength and flexibility. The tip of his spear sometimes spitted out its tongue like a spirit snake, sometimes coiled like a dragon. It seemed gentle, but in reality, it held a murderous intent. Shi Feiyang showed no fear, his eyes firm and calm.

His whole body exuded the chill of Mingyu Gong. In an instant, an extremely cold aura that penetrated the bones spread rapidly with him as the center.

The surrounding ground was instantly covered with a thick layer of frost, becoming as smooth as a mirror, like a huge ice surface.

Yang Han, Yang Cun and Yang Xun's steps suddenly slipped and their bodies began to stagger. They tried their best to steady themselves, but on this smooth ice surface, they swayed from side to side like puppets that had lost their center of gravity.

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to unleash his Hundred Victory Sword Technique. His figure moved like lightning, darting between the three men like a ghost, making his whereabouts difficult to track. He unleashed the "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves" technique, and with a flash of his sword, it resembled a streak of golden lightning streaking across the night sky, sweeping towards Yang Han with a chilling aura.

Yang Han tried to raise his gun to resist, but because his body was unstable, he was a beat late in reacting.

With a "puff" sound, the blade cleaved through the air, slashing Yang Han's arm. A deep wound instantly appeared, and blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain. Yang Han screamed in pain, his body trembling violently, and he almost dropped the spear in his hand.

He instinctively covered his injured arm with a look of pain on his face, but suddenly his neck hurt, Yang Han's eyes went black, his head flew out, and his body fell to the ground with a thud, blood splattering.

Then, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Meteor Chasing the Moon" move. The blade flashed like a meteor, carrying an indestructible force as it rushed straight towards Yang Cun. Yang Cun was horrified and tried to dodge, but his movements were restricted by the ice beneath his feet.

With a "click" sound, Shi Feiyang's Burmese knife hit Yang Cun's spear heavily, and the powerful force instantly cut the spear off.

The upper part of the broken spear fell to the ground with a "clang". Yang Cun's face was full of horror. He looked at the remaining half of the spear in his hand, and a feeling of despair surged in his heart. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest. Half of his body had been cut off by the Burmese knife in Shi Feiyang's hand.

Shi Feiyang used a move called "Sword Flash", and the sword light flashed like a dazzling light curtain, sweeping towards Yang Qun.

Yang Xun quickly waved his spear to block, but Shi Feiyang's sword was too sharp. With a "bang", Yang Xun felt a powerful force coming, which made his arm numb. The spear in his hand was knocked away, his neck hurt, and his head suddenly flew out. He fell to the ground with a thud, and blood was all over the floor.

The spear drew an arc in the air, and with a "puff" sound, it pierced the ground in the distance, the end of the spear still trembling slightly.

Feng Miao watched Shi Feiyang being so brave and was secretly terrified.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and he knew very well that he was no match for Shi Feiyang.

If we continue to fight, we will only end up dead.

Then, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and fled the battlefield quickly like a black lightning.

When the group of men in black saw Feng Yao escape, their morale was immediately thrown into chaos, their fighting spirit was completely gone, and they scattered like birds and beasts.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as torches as he looked coldly at the enemies who were fleeing like stray dogs, without any intention of chasing them.

He slowly let out a long sigh, his body, tense as a string, finally relaxing. He sheathed the Burmese knife, the remaining blood slowly flowing down the blade, splashing shocking blood on the cold ground.

The bright red bloodstains formed a stark contrast with the surrounding ice surface that was frozen by the cold energy of Ming Yu Gong.

This is a tragic and shocking picture.

Then, Shi Feiyang turned around and walked towards Gong Simeng with brisk and eager steps.

He came to Gong Simeng and gently held her in his arms. Looking at her frightened appearance, his heart was filled with heartache.

He whispered softly, "Si Meng, don't be afraid. Everything is over." His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, carrying with it an endless power of comfort. "The heroes of the Xiongying Society will all return safely. I'm here to ensure that no harm comes to you."

Liao Pei, Lie Quan, and the others were all stunned when they heard Shi Feiyang's words. Liao Pei couldn't help but step forward and asked in confusion, "Chief, why is this happening? Aren't we heading north to transport money and food to support the imperial army? How could this happen..."

Shi Feiyang smiled slightly, his smile showing confidence and composure.

He began to explain, "What you may not know is that Xie Wen and I are the only ones needed to go to Liaodong. Our grand and impressive journey northward was simply to attract the attention of those sinister underworld gangs. Just imagine how many evil-minded individuals we've attracted along the way. Now, we've successfully eradicated two major gangs in the Central Plains, ridding the people of this threat and fulfilling a great wish of mine, Shi Feiyang."

At this point, Shi Feiyang's eyes revealed a hint of relief, as if he saw that the people would live a peaceful life from now on without being plagued by bandits.

"Furthermore, we no longer need to go through the trouble of transporting money and grain," Shi Feiyang continued. "Our Xiongying Society has several branches in Liaodong, where we have a large supply of money and grain. We can use local materials to supply food to the imperial army. This way, we can save manpower and material resources and avoid the many troubles caused by long-distance transportation."

"As for Xie Wen and I, we both have excellent martial arts skills and can take the aerial flight path. In this way, we can not only avoid unnecessary troubles, but also reach Liaodong as quickly as possible and bring support to the imperial army." Shi Feiyang said as he gestured, with wisdom flashing in his eyes.

"Next, I have an important task for Elder Liao and Elder Lie." Shi Feiyang looked at Liao Pei and Lie Quan with a firm gaze. "I would like to ask the two elders to lead the brothers to set an ambush in our mansion. We have already angered many evil forces. They will not give up and will definitely come to seek revenge. We should wait here and kill the invading enemies. Let them know that our Xiongying Society is not to be trifled with. We must not let them endanger the safety of the Shi Mansion and the people of Suzhou."

Gong Simeng listened quietly to Shi Feiyang's words, her heart full of admiration and love for her husband.

She knew that everything Shi Feiyang did was not only for the Xiongying Society, but also for the people of the world.

And his care for me was even more meticulous. In this cruel dispute in the martial arts world, he always protected me behind his back.

Liao Pei's face was filled with admiration. He was the first to give a thumbs-up and said loudly, "Master, your arrangement is truly brilliant! It has cleverly avoided many troubles while ensuring the smooth supply of money and food to the front lines. It really shows how resourceful you are!"

Lie Quan nodded in agreement, "Elder Liao is absolutely right. This plan, Chief, kills two birds with one stone. We are deeply impressed!" Xiao Lingling's eyes lit up as she exclaimed, "Chief, your wisdom is truly a role model for us! But..."

She frowned slightly, a trace of regret flashing across her face, "It's just a pity that I can't go to Liaodong to participate in the war."

Shi Xiong also muttered quietly beside him: "Yes, I really want to follow the chief to Liaodong to kill the Japanese pirates and contribute to the court."

Shi Feiyang looked at the crowd and smiled, his eyes filled with gentleness and determination. He said, "Everyone, I understand your desire to go to Liaodong to join the war. The Japanese pirates are wreaking havoc, and as martial artists, we can't wait to rush to the front lines and destroy them without a single survivor. However, our Xiongying Society has a heavy responsibility, and every step requires careful consideration. While you may not be able to go to Liaodong, there's still much you can do in the Jiangnan region."

He paused briefly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the crowd before continuing, "You can vigorously develop disciples for the Xiongying Society in Jiangnan and expand our influence. Jiangnan is a prosperous land, teeming with talented individuals. If we can spread the Xiongying Society's banner of justice throughout Jiangnan, we can contribute significantly to the cause of resisting the Japanese invaders. Why not?"

Liao Pei nodded thoughtfully and said, "What the chief leader said is quite right. If we develop our power in Jiangnan, we can also provide rear-end support for the anti-Japanese war. However... although there are a few evil gangs in this Jiangnan area, they shouldn't be too busy to handle them, right?"

Shi Feiyang laughed heartily, with a cunning glint in his eyes: "Elder Liao, don't underestimate these evil gangs. They do evil things and harm the people on a daily basis, and their power is deeply entrenched. Moreover, when they hear that our Xiongying Society wants to support the anti-Japanese war, they will definitely not sit idly by and will try their best to stop us. By then, we will have enough to kill! After you have eliminated these major gangs, we will rush to Liaodong to meet and fight side by side. Wouldn't it be great?" After hearing what Shi Feiyang said, everyone was stunned at first, and then they suddenly realized and laughed up to the sky.

"Hahahaha!" Their laughter was hearty and heroic, echoing in the courtyard.

Liao Pei gave another thumbs-up and said excitedly, "Master, your plan is truly foresighted! It not only considers the present but also lays out for the future. We will certainly give it our all and live up to your expectations!"

Lie Quan also clenched his fists and shouted, "The chief leader is right! We will develop our influence in Jiangnan, eradicate the evil gangs, and make sure the reputation of the Xiongying Society spreads throughout the world!"

Xiao Lingling's eyes sparkled with excitement as she said, "Once we succeed in Jiangnan, we will go to Liaodong to meet up with the chief and kill the Japanese pirates together!" Everyone responded, their spirits were high, and they were full of confidence in the future.

The spring rain, as gentle as fine silk threads, silently weaves delicate curtains of rain, shrouding the entire Suzhou Prefecture in a hazy veil. The raindrops tap on the eaves, making a crisp and pleasant sound, like a melodious spring symphony played by nature.

The willow trees on both sides of the street appear greener under the nourishment of the drizzle, and the flowers bloom with brighter colors in the drizzle.

The whole city seems to be surrounded by a layer of soft mist, which is both peaceful and mysterious.

Liao Pei, Lie Quan and others held red flame arrows and lit them.

In an instant, a dazzling red light shot straight into the sky, standing out against the gray rain.

This red flame arrow was the signal for gathering. Upon seeing this, the disciples of Xiongying Society from all over the city rushed towards the Stone Mansion in the rain.

They walked hurriedly, splashing water, but without any complaints, and their eyes showed determination and a sense of mission.

After arriving at the Stone Mansion, everyone quickly set to work, carrying the body out of the city for cremation. Their expressions were solemn, their movements swift and decisive. Rain streamed down their cheeks, mixing with sweat and blood, yet no one paused.

After everything was settled, everyone dispersed, knowing that Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng were in urgent need of enjoying the rare warm time between husband and wife after experiencing this thrilling bloody battle.

(End of this chapter)