King of Hundred Victories Saber

Liu Tingting and Gong Simeng also sensitively perceived the strange atmosphere.

Liu Tingting's gaze flowed like lively autumn water. She exchanged a meaningful glance with Gong Simeng, a look that held both concern for the current situation and anticipation for Shi Feiyang's next move.

The two tacitly maintained silence.

On the surface, the main hall seemed to be filled with diners chatting leisurely and laughter incessantly echoing, with the sounds of clinking cups and plates continuing on and on.

However, Shi Feiyang keenly sensed the raging undercurrents beneath this calm facade.

Everyone's words seemed to harbor hidden mysteries. In the exchange of glances, invisible sparks collided. A Martial Arts storm seemed to be quietly brewing, the air filled with a slight tension, akin to the oppressiveness before a storm's arrival.

In his heart, Shi Feiyang secretly pondered that though the Black Wind Stronghold appeared leaderless and chaotic on the surface, with its dilapidated houses and flags wavering precariously in the wind, emitting chaotic noises, it might be hiding many unknown secrets.

These secrets and that mysterious martial arts manual surely had countless intricate connections, like an invisible and immense spider web, each thread affecting the destiny of the entire Martial Arts world, where one careless move could lead to irreversible disaster.

Upon thinking of this, Shi Feiyang's gaze suddenly turned sharp like an eagle's, a glint of determination and fearlessness flashing through his eyes, seemingly penetrating the mist before him, reaching the core of truth. He had already made up his mind with resolute determination to head once again to the Black Wind Stronghold. Though thorny and fraught with crisis, with each step potentially into a death trap, he was determined to unveil the hidden secrets within, restoring peace to the Martial Arts world.

For the tranquility of Jianghu and the safety of countless martial arts peers, he was willing to brave fire and water.

Entering the Black Wind Stronghold again, Shi Feiyang's expression grew more solemn, his steps steady and firm, with each one seemingly treading upon his mission.

He paced steadily toward the stone platform where numerous missing sect leaders had previously been discovered. The surrounding air seemed shrouded by an invisible pressure, so silent it was suffocating, leaving only the sound of his steady footsteps, "thud, thud, thud," exceptionally clear in the dead silent environment.

At that moment, that familiar ghostly blue glow once again appeared before Shi Feiyang's eyes.

In this dim environment, the glow was particularly glaring, like a mysterious signal of summons flickering in darkness, urging him to quickly unveil the truth behind it. The light jumped with a seemingly lifelike quality, exuding an indescribable attraction.

Without hesitation, Shi Feiyang circulated his True Qi rapidly, employing the "Bright Jade Technique," his aura majestic like the turbulent sea, emanating a powerful aura all around him, the air seemingly pervaded with a faint mist.

He suddenly let out a great roar, voice like a resounding bell, shaking the surrounding air. With his right hand, palm force as fierce as a mountain torrent burst striking the stone platform, displaying the "Stone-Breaking Palm." A loud "boom," like thunder exploding by the ear, left the eardrums aching, and the ground around slightly trembling.

Cracks appeared on the stone platform, spreading like a spider web.

Such was the immense power that the stone platform was directly shattered, stone fragments flying, "crackling," revealing a bottomless ancient cave.

A damp and decaying smell assailed him, mixed with a nauseating stench, as if from the Hell Abyss, causing him to cover his mouth and nose. That smell seemed to have a hint of blood in it, permeating the air.

Shi Feiyang's expression was grave, well aware of the numerous dangers lurking in this venture, immediately assigning Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, two experts, to guard the cave entrance.

His demeanor solemn, he cast his gaze sincerely over Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, the two Auspicious Beasts, his eyes exuding an undeniable authority.

He repeatedly emphasized, "You must ensure the safety of Miss Liu and Miss Gong, they must not suffer the slightest harm!"

His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the vast Black Wind Stronghold.

Immediately after, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, utilized the magical Lightweight Technique, "After finishing, wipe the clothes and leave," his feet lightly touching the ground, his posture light as a swallow, resolutely leaping into that boundless darkness.

In the pitch darkness where one couldn't see their hand in front of their face, he relied on his eagle-eyed vision, the golden eyes, to arduously gradually make out the cave's interior scene.

He saw that within this unfathomable cave, gold and silver treasures piled like mountains, their weak glimmer narrating past glories.

The weapons emitted a cold gleam, radiating a chilling murderous aura, each piece appearing to have once been stained with blood, exuding a faint rust smell.

Provisions, bows, and arrows, and other resources were stacked like mountains, enough to support a large-scale war.

At the deepest part of the cave, an ancient and simple box stood out, covered with mysterious runes, these runes flickering with a faint glow, emitting a somber aura, seemingly guarding some kind of secret.

Beside the box lay the legendary ancient tome, its cover yellowed, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, seemingly harboring boundless power, causing Shi Feiyang's heart to uncontrollably race, "thump, thump, thump," particularly distinct in the silent cave.

Shi Feiyang progressed slowly, each step laden with tension and anticipation, his steps so light as to avoid disturbing the secrets lurking in this cave.

He carefully browsed the ancient tome, discovering it had detailed records on the methods of cultivating Immortal Power and progressively enhancing it.

Each character seemed to radiate a mysterious glow, as if opening a gateway to an unknown realm, stirring his heart, thoughts flooding his mind. His fingers lightly stroked the book pages, feeling the texture of the ancient paper.