From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Seeing this, Meng Fei couldn't help but feel miserable. His condition was extremely poor at the moment. He was powerless and didn't want to fight anyone, let alone the fact that the person in front of him was clearly a Miao master who was skilled in using poison.

But in the face of life and death, the instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed everything. Almost relying on his body's fighting instincts, he flicked his wrist, and a crimson light, accompanied by a whooshing sound, shot out like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave.

This sword strike was not the most exquisite move among the Thirteen Deadly Swords, but it was the fastest, most accurate, and most lethal strike that he had honed through countless battles.

The sword light condensed into a single line, precisely piercing the fleeting, tiny opening as the rock lunged forward.

Shi Yan never expected that this sickly-looking boy, who seemed like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, would have such a fierce and ruthless swordsmanship.

In a moment of horror, he abruptly reversed his forward momentum, his body falling backward in an extremely bizarre posture. At the same time, he clapped his hands together, sending several palm shadows carrying a bloody wind to block Meng Fei's sword strike.

"Sizzle!"

The sword tip grazed Shi Yan's ribs, leaving a trail of blood. Although it was just a superficial wound, the sword's sharp, incomparably piercing, and malevolent aura sent a jolt through him, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

What terrified him even more was that the speed of the opponent's sword was far beyond his expectations. If he hadn't reacted in time, that sword might have pierced his vital points!

"What a vicious sword!"

Shi Yan was filled with shock and anger. Looking at Meng Fei again, although his breathing was more disordered after the sword strike, his cold and sharp eyes were still fixed on him.

"Kid! I'll remember you! You ruined my plans, I'll get my revenge!"

Shi Yan glared venomously at Meng Fei, then, not daring to linger any longer, vanished into the depths of the dense forest.

Meng Fei held his breath until Shi Yan's figure completely disappeared, then suddenly leaned on his sword and coughed violently.

That sword strike just now almost drained his remaining internal energy and also aggravated the injuries and toxins in his body.

"Thank you so much, brother...for saving my life!"

Despite the excruciating pain in her right arm and the discomfort of the poison, Shaluo struggled to her feet and looked at Meng Fei with surprise.

He had just witnessed Meng Fei's stunning sword strike—fast, accurate, and ruthless, with a style quite different from the common martial arts of Miao territory. If such a swordsman could be put to his own…

After catching his breath, Meng Fei looked up at Sha Luo with a wary and distant look in his eyes, and shook his head slightly.

Shaluo's mind raced, and he immediately adopted a sincere and enthusiastic demeanor: "I am Shaluo from Black Stone Village. May I ask your esteemed name, brother? Are you new to Miao territory? You seem to be...unwell?"

"That Shi Yan is an enemy of my clan, ruthless and vicious, especially skilled in poison. Brother, you saved me, which means you've made an enemy of that villain. He will definitely not let this go!"

Seeing Meng Fei remain silent and his complexion was extremely poor, Sha Luo became even more certain and continued to persuade him, "Brother, did your attack aggravate your injuries? Although Black Stone Village is not a large village, we have elders who are skilled in treating poison injuries. If you don't mind, why don't you come back to the village with me, so I can treat you properly!"

Shaluo's words sounded reasonable, and he also noticed that although Meng Fei's swordsmanship was strong, he seemed to be injured. If they could bring him back to the stronghold, that would be a good idea.

Firstly, he could treat her injuries and repay her kindness. Secondly, this was a crucial moment in the competition for the Five Poisons Sect's Holy Maiden, and if he could lend his sister a hand, it would undoubtedly increase Black Stone Village's advantage.

Upon hearing this, Meng Fei weighed the matter in his mind.

Sharo's words made sense. His physical condition was extremely bad at the moment. If he could find a safe place to recuperate, it would alleviate his injuries.

Moreover, judging from what Shaluo said, there are also skilled doctors in Black Stone Village. Why not go and see them? Perhaps they can cure or alleviate the poison of the "Bone-Eating Heart-Piercing Needle".

After a moment of silence, Meng Fei nodded slightly and said, "My name is Meng Fei. Thank you for your trouble, Brother Sha Luo!"

A flash of joy crossed Sharo's eyes, and he immediately said, "So it's Brother Meng! Without further ado, I'll lead the way for you."

Having said that, he picked up the curved knife from the ground and stepped forward to lead the way for Meng Fei.

Meng Fei carefully put away the Azure Blood Sword and staggered after Sha Luo.

Although Sharo spoke with enthusiasm, deep in Meng Fei's eyes, the vigilance forged through hardship remained, always on guard against potential dangers.

The two walked one after the other towards Black Stone Village.

Sharo was secretly plotting how to keep this young swordsman from outside the mountains, and even... help Black Stone Village compete for the position of Holy Maiden.

As dusk settled, the two rounded the last ridge hidden by trees, and a wide valley basin appeared before Meng Fei's eyes.

Nestled in the basin is a large village built against the mountain, far from the ordinary mountain village that Meng Fei had imagined.

"We've arrived, Brother Meng. Black Stone Village is just ahead."

Sharo pointed ahead, his face pale from the poisoning, but his tone was filled with unmistakable pride.

Meng Fei stopped and looked over, a slight chill running through him.

The village in front of us is built against the mountain, with layers of bamboo and wood buildings spreading out along the mountainside, large enough to accommodate thousands of people.

This is hardly the "non-large village" that Shaluo casually described. In the Miao region, with its high mountains, dense forests, and scattered tribes, a village of this size can definitely be considered a powerful force in the area.

"The village of the Sharo brothers... is indeed extraordinary."

Meng Fei spoke in a hoarse voice, his voice low, but his vigilance had only deepened.

The power that can support such a village is probably much deeper than it appears on the surface. Shaluo's previous humble words now seem more like a deliberate attempt to keep a low profile or to test the waters.

Shaluo laughed heartily, seemingly oblivious to the deeper meaning in Meng Fei's words, or perhaps unconcerned: "Brother Meng, you flatter me. It's simply the result of our ancestors' efforts and the unity of our clansmen."

"Please come in quickly. If Father knew that our savior had arrived, he would certainly treat us with great hospitality."

Upon entering the village gate, guards dressed in black robes embroidered with silver insects and snakes immediately came to greet them. They were all shocked when they saw Shaluo's disheveled appearance and blackened arms.

Shalu gave a few brief instructions, and someone quickly ran to the depths of the village to report. Two other people stepped forward to help Shalu, but he stopped them with his eyes and insisted on personally leading Meng Fei toward the tallest stilted house in the center of the village.

Along the way, all the villagers, regardless of age or gender, treated Shaluo with great respect, addressing him as "Young Village Chief".

Their gazes toward Meng Fei were filled with curiosity and inquiry, especially when they saw the Azure Blood Sword wrapped in cloth in his hand and his pale face. Whispers rang in Meng Fei's ears.

Meng Fei seemed oblivious to this, silently observing the layout of the village, the distribution of guards, and the details of people's clothing.

Upon arriving at the main building, a middle-aged man dressed in a purplish-black robe, with a silver headband, and a dignified appearance, bearing a five or six-point resemblance to Sharo, was already standing in front of the building.

This must be the chieftain of Black Stone Village, and Shaluo's father.