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

In spring, the Yihua Palace on the shore of the East China Sea is like a dreamlike kingdom forgotten by the world, a rare treasure sculpted by nature with all its ingenuity.

The warm sunlight, like strands of gold, poured down from the clear sky and spread evenly over the Yihua Islands.

The island is adorned with clusters of flowers, their colorful petals swaying gently in the breeze, like a group of fairies in flowing robes, gracefully dancing. The rich fragrance of the flowers permeates the air, subtly filling the nostrils, making one feel as if transported to a misty fairyland, lost in its beauty without even realizing it.

The shimmering blue sea blends seamlessly with the clear blue sky, making it difficult to distinguish the boundary between the two.

The sea breeze, carrying a touch of coolness and a faint briny scent, gently caresses this mysterious and tranquil island.

Lu Sangqing, the thirteenth master of Yihua Palace, with his extraordinary courage and wisdom, successfully passed the extremely harsh tests in the Yihua Illusionary Realm and became the guardian of this magical land.

Subsequently, she led forty loyal maids and resolutely embarked on a long voyage to the Middle Kingdom.

After countless trials and tribulations, they finally set foot on the Central Plains. In the desolate northwest frontier, where the lone smoke rises straight from the desert, a magnificent palace, carved from ice and jade, rose from the barren land thanks to Lü Sangqing's efforts.

With the power of her Mingyu Skill, she unleashed a chilling aura accompanied by biting winds, turning the surrounding hundred miles into perpetually frozen earth. The outline of the Yihua Palace appeared and disappeared in the twilight, like a phantom from the underworld, cold and mysterious.

Upon entering the Yihua Palace, the first thing that catches the eye is an endless peach blossom forest.

The pink petals bloomed tenaciously in the cold wind, yet they exuded an indescribable eeriness.

The location of each peach tree is subtly aligned with the principles of Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination), with its branches twisting like dragons and its canopy intertwining to form a natural barrier.

The peach trees, which appear to grow randomly, actually harbor deadly dangers. One wrong step will trigger a trap, plunging you into an abyss of no return.

As you venture deeper along the winding path, the stone array quietly comes into view. The enormous stones are arranged in an orderly fashion according to the eight trigrams: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui. Each stone has been carefully selected, and its surface is covered with strange patterns, containing the profound principles of heaven and earth.

These stones gleamed coldly in the moonlight, creating a striking contrast with the surrounding peach blossoms, making them both eerie and magnificent.

Within the stone formation, mist swirled, like a veil. From within the mist drifted ethereal music, seemingly real yet dreamlike, captivating the senses.

This music was no ordinary, decadent tune, but rather a unique melody of the Yihua Palace, subtly possessing the effect of a mental attack, capable of disrupting the mind of intruders and causing them to lose their way. At the heart of the stone array stood a crystal-clear ice palace, the main hall of the Yihua Palace. Countless ice sculptures surrounded the palace, some humanoid, some mythical beasts, lifelike yet exuding a chilling coldness.

These ice sculptures are not only decorations, but also an important part of the Yihua Palace's defense system. In the event of an invasion by foreign enemies, the ice sculptures will transform into ice-armored warriors, wielding ice blades, to launch a deadly attack on the enemy.

The architectural layout of the Yihua Palace is also full of hidden secrets. The pavilions, terraces, corridors, bridges, and waterside pavilions, seemingly arranged in a staggered manner, actually correspond to the eight trigrams. Every corner and every door may be an entrance to a different space.

The palace's paths were winding and labyrinthine; without the guidance of Palace Master Lü Sangqing and the head steward of Yihua Palace, intruders would only wander aimlessly, never finding their way out. Every night, Yihua Palace was bathed in a silvery moonlight.

Lu Sangqing's Mingyu Gong's chilling aura intensified, blending with the moonlight to form a faint halo.

The peach blossoms swayed gently in the moonlight, the mist in the stone array grew thicker, the ice palace shimmered with a ghostly blue light, and the entire Yihua Palace resembled a sleeping behemoth, exuding a chilling majesty and mystery.

Anyone who dares to trespass will fall into this meticulously designed death trap and become an eternal prisoner of the Yihua Palace.

Countless flower slaves tried to escape, but died amidst the Qimen Dunjia formations and stone arrays, becoming piles of flower fertilizer.

At that time, the eleven-year-old Yaoyue and the eight-year-old Lianxing, with their burning yearning and boundless aspirations for martial arts, joined the Yihua Palace and embarked on their fantastic, magnificent, and epic journey of martial arts cultivation.

Shi Feiyang fainted from crying in front of Huo Qingtong's tomb. When he woke up, he found himself lying in the mysterious and unpredictable Yihua Palace.

Stepping into this ancient and mysterious world of martial arts, he felt as if he had stepped into a vibrant and lively paradise.

But fate played a cruel trick on him, and he was transformed into a seven-year-old maidservant by the side of Yaoyue and Lianxing.

This sudden change left Shi Feiyang feeling astonished and helpless. The "Qianlong Emperor," who once controlled the fate of 400 million people, now had to struggle to adapt to this new identity and environment. Only he knew the true taste of it all.

Despite being born a man, he was forced to wear women's clothing and have his long hair tied up every day. Shi Feiyang felt that his masculinity was being ruthlessly suppressed.

Look at him, he has a round face, fair and delicate skin, and a youthful vigor. His bright eyes are like two black gems, and they can come up with countless clever ideas with just a few quick glances.

He has a straight nose, slightly upturned lips, and a faint, sly smile that always lingers at the corners of his mouth, making it clear at a glance that he is a clever fellow.

When the night is deep and quiet, and no one is around, Shi Feiyang would sigh to himself: "Alas, why did fate choose this identity for me this time? I have to pretend to be a little girl all day long. My dignity as a seven-foot man is almost gone. Alas! Three lifetimes, three worlds, ten miles of peach blossoms, where is my way out?"

Even worse, the dragon pagoda on his left middle finger ring couldn't be opened, nor could the deerskin bag at his waist, invisible to ordinary people.

Shi Feiyang was filled with helplessness and bitterness, but even though he was full of complaints, he knew that he could only grit his teeth and persevere, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in the Yihua Palace.

Fortunately, Shi Feiyang was naturally clever and quick-witted, and with his silver tongue, he managed to thrive in the strict and maze-like Yihua Palace.

At night, Shi Feiyang huddled in the corner of the embroidery room, threading a needle, her fingertips still bearing the bloodstains from the silver needles she had pricked the day before.

The sound of icicles breaking outside the window was clearly audible. He looked up at the eternally dark dome, a bitter feeling rising in his throat. Once upon a time, he was an emperor who ruled over a vast empire, his breath carrying the might of thunder when he rode the golden throne. Now, however, he had to force a smile in this dark and gloomy Yihua Palace as a little maid named "Chuntao," in front of the two young palace masters, Yaoyue and Lianxing, who held his life and death in their hands.

"Chuntao, what are you daydreaming about?" Su Tun, the head steward of Yihua Palace, suddenly lashed her whip against the embroidery frame. The crisp sound of the gold thread snapping made Shi Feiyang's pupils shrink. He hurriedly looked down and caught a glimpse of his increasingly wide sleeves—the ruqun that fit him perfectly three months ago was now so short that it revealed half of his calves.

The body of an emperor was growing wildly inside this fourteen or fifteen-year-old "girl" body. The hidden pain of his bones stretching tormented him day and night. What was even more dangerous was that this growing body could expose his deliberately disguised "daughterly demeanor" at any time.

After the third watch gong sounded, Shi Feiyang slipped out of the embroidery room with the steamed buns he had secretly hidden.

He walked along the ice wall, the moonlight casting a long shadow, and his slender figure made his heart tighten.

As he turned the corner of the Nine-Bend Bridge, the copper bell at his waist suddenly made a strange sound—it was a simple compass he had made from an embroidery needle, and the pointer was spinning wildly, pointing to the peach grove in the northeast that was covered in snow all year round.

"Trying the formation again?" A soft, feminine voice suddenly rang out above him. Shi Feiyang's blood froze. He looked up and saw the young palace master, Yaoyue, leaning against the eaves. Ice crystals formed from the Mingyu Technique hung from her fingertips, like translucent chains of death.

"This servant...this servant only wanted to pick some ice peaches for the sisters." He bowed his head, but his fingertips secretly gripped the "Meridian Nail" hidden in his sleeve—a concealed weapon forged from a kitchen knife, modified from the unique weapon of the Sticky Rod.

Inviting the Moon's cold laugh was like an icy spike piercing to the bone: "Picking peaches? That flower slave who tried to pick peaches last time is still frozen in the Pool of Rebirth." Before she finished speaking, Shi Feiyang suddenly felt his feet sink into the ground, and the blue bricks suddenly flipped into a Bagua diagram, with countless ice spikes bursting out of the ground. He instinctively used the mysterious "Hidden Body and Name" lightness skill to dodge to the side, but in the instant he was airborne, he was shocked to realize—this still-developing body could not keep up with the martial arts moves that he had once mastered!

Ice spikes grazed her waist and abdomen, leaving a tear about an inch deep on her embroidered skirt.

Shi Feiyang stumbled into the peach grove, and when his palm touched the damp soil, he was overjoyed—after three months, he had finally found the key to the Qimen Formation!

However, after running only three zhang, countless overlapping images suddenly appeared before his eyes. Pink peach blossoms and white icicles intertwined to form a maze, which was the "Illusory Flower Eight Trigrams Formation," the treasure of the Yihua Palace.

"What a cunning little thing." The voice of Young Palace Master Lianxing came from all directions. When Shi Feiyang turned around, he saw her playing a jade flute.

The flute music, imbued with the chilling power unique to Mingyu Kung Fu, projected an illusion onto his retina: the dragon pillars of the Golden Palace, the imperial desk in the Qianqing Palace, and Huo Qingtong's bloodstained smile before her death...

"No!" Shi Feiyang swung his palm to cleave the illusion, but instead touched a real ice wall.

He then realized with a start that he had unknowingly retreated into the "Death Gate of the Qian Position".

Suddenly, his lower back slammed against a hard stone wall. Looking up, he saw hundreds of ice sculptures hanging overhead—these were flower slaves trying to escape the palace, their faces still showing expressions of terror beneath the ice crystals.

"Chuntao, you're in such high spirits, young lady!" Su Tun emerged from behind the ice sculpture, holding a lacquer tray full of pastries. "The steward is so kind to you that he specially saved some osmanthus sugar cakes for you."

A faint medicinal scent mingled with the sweet aroma, and Shi Feiyang's pupils constricted—it was the scent of "Intoxicating Powder" from the Western Regions, a poison that Heshen had once used to assassinate officials of the third rank and above.

Shi Feiyang forced a smile as he accepted the pastries, but secretly pierced his palm with a silver needle. The pain kept him awake, yet his smile grew even brighter: "Sister Su still loves me the most. But I've recently learned a new needlework technique; I can embroider butterflies on sugar cakes. Why don't you let me try?"

As he spoke, he inserted the silver needle into the cake, and the tip of the needle immediately turned bluish-black.

The moment Su Xuan's expression changed drastically, Shi Feiyang had already shoved her aside and fled.

He gripped the rusty meridian nail in his sleeve, his fingernails digging deep into his palm—even trapped in this ice-carved, jade-like cage, he, Shi Feiyang, would always be the emperor who vowed to conquer the world.

No matter how thick the ice walls of the Yihua Palace are, they will eventually melt; but the fire in his heart will never be extinguished. However, his body is growing wildly, and with his own power not yet fully recovered, the anxiety of being exposed as a man is ever-present, constantly gnawing at his heart. But he also knows that he must not lose his composure and must remain calm to find a solution.

However, Shi Feiyang is a very clever and cunning fellow. As soon as he starts thinking, mischievous ideas pop up.

He pondered to himself that he should use all his clever ideas to concoct some gadgets to help him cover up his unsightly height. On a quiet afternoon, when even the sound of falling leaves could be heard, the sunlight lazily spilled into the courtyard of the Flower Palace.

That day, Shi Feiyang took advantage of the fact that Yaoyue and Lianxing were free, and immediately started his "drama queen" mode.

He walked towards them with a hunched back and unsteady steps, his face bearing a pitiful expression more wronged than Dou E.

When he got close, he started to sob, his voice trembling with tears, as if he had suffered a great injustice: "My two young masters, I've been suffering terribly lately. I'm in so much pain every day that I tremble. What's worse, I'm growing taller like crazy. I'm really afraid of causing a big problem for the palace. My heart is pounding with anxiety. What should I do?"

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Yaoyue and Lianxing's expressions. Seeing that they seemed somewhat moved, he quickly wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, pretending to be teary-eyed. His acting skills were worthy of an Oscar.

Yaoyue and Lianxing already had a soft spot for this clever and lovable little maid, and seeing her pitiful appearance, they couldn't bear it. Yaoyue frowned slightly and comforted her gently, "Chuntao, don't panic. With me here, I'm sure I can come up with a solution for you."

Lianxing chimed in, "That's right, Chuntao. You're always so well-behaved, how could we not take care of you?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang was overjoyed, but he had to put on a grateful face and quickly said, "Thank you so much for your great kindness, young masters. I, Chun Tao, could never repay you even if I were to serve you like a cow or a horse. I know very well that once the old palace master steps down, Master Yaoyue will definitely become the head of Yihua Palace. At that time, the entire martial arts world will have to look up to your prestige!"

That being said, Shi Feiyang knew perfectly well that Yaoyue was extremely proud and arrogant, caring most about her beauty and future status. So, he would fawn over her like a little magpie, seizing every opportunity to praise her, saying things like, "Your beauty is unparalleled, you'll surely be the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world," and "Master Yaoyue, you are exceptionally talented; with you in charge of the Yihua Palace, it will definitely become famous throughout the land." This flattered Yaoyue, making her feel incredibly pleased. Shi Feiyang also understood Lianxing's thoughts perfectly.

He knew that Lianxing was kind-hearted and liked to tend to flowers and plants.

So he searched everywhere for those strange and unusual flower and plant seeds and secretly gave them to Lianxing.

Every time she delivered them, she would exaggerate and fabricate stories: "Master Lianxing, look at these seeds! They are a treasure I obtained with great difficulty. It is said that the flowers grown from them can not only keep one's appearance forever, but also save one's life in critical moments!"

Lianxing loved flowers, and hearing him say this made her even happier, and she became even more fond of Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang, who came from the future, had the "little secrets" of the Yihua Palace in his belly. With his set of coaxing skills, he made Xiao Yaoyue and Xiao Lianxing so happy that they had smiles on their faces all day long. They almost treated Shi Feiyang like a treasure.

Time flew by, and Yaoyue grew to be sixteen years old. As expected, she blossomed into a stunning beauty, becoming an incomparably beautiful woman. Naturally, she took the position of Palace Master of Yihua Palace.

Although Lianxing was slightly inferior to Yaoyue in terms of beauty and presence, her kind and gentle nature allowed her to take good care of everyone in the palace, and everyone respected her from the bottom of their hearts.

But fourteen-year-old Shi Feiyang was in trouble. He was growing taller and taller than Yaoyue and Lianxing by a head.

Surrounded by a group of beautiful young women every day, he, in the prime of his youth, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

With his height becoming increasingly noticeable, he was starting to panic, fearing that his secret might be exposed one day.

"What am I going to do? If it keeps growing like this, it's definitely going to be impossible to hide!" That day, Shi Feiyang paced anxiously around the room like an ant on a hot pan, but he couldn't think of a good solution. The anxiety and helplessness in his heart were almost overwhelming him.

Just when he was so worried that his hair was about to fall out, suddenly, a golden light flashed, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

When he came to his senses, a virtual screen appeared in front of him.

Hey, the cheat code has finally appeared!

The screen clearly stated that Shi Feiyang had to take one "Moonlight Pill" every month in order to preserve his little maid's appearance.

Even more amazing is that if he could restore the Mingyu Skill to its highest level, his entire body would emit a cold jade glow, making it impossible for anyone to tell whether he was male or female. Shi Feiyang's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he thought to himself, "Hehe, this is a lifesaver! Let's see how I continue to live a carefree life in this Yihua Palace!" Moreover, this kid Shi Feiyang actually had a big secret hidden under his cold jade bed—an invisible sword manual called "Nine Heavens Sword Canon".

This sword manual is truly bizarre. It can only be triggered and manifested by Shi Feiyang's own body temperature after he has mastered the Mingyu Skill to the sixth level or higher. It's as if it were a mysterious surprise specially designed for him. More importantly, the Divine Dragon Pagoda on the ring on his left middle finger can now be opened, as can the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist.

With this instruction from the golden finger, Shi Feiyang was like a man possessed. Every night, after everyone in the Yihua Palace had fallen into a deep sleep, he would tiptoe in like a cat stealing cream, sneaking into his Divine Dragon Pagoda. (End of Chapter)