Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng exchanged a glance, their gaze meeting with an unspoken understanding.

With a persistent dedication to Jianghu justice in their hearts, they knew full well the dangers ahead, yet they did not flinch. This daring spirit shone brightly in their eyes. They approached silently, joining their hands as if in earnest prayer, but in truth they were straining to listen intently. Gong Simeng closely pressed against Shi Feiyang, so that she could face whatever unknown lay ahead together with him.

Her love and attachment for Shi Feiyang were fully revealed in this subtle action.

The bearded big man furrowed his brows, his thick eyebrows knitted into a knot. He shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's hard to say, the Qingfeng Sword Sect may not be a top faction in the Martial Arts world, but they've not made many enemies."

Confusion was evident on his face, filled with puzzlement about this strange incident.

"Could it be for that legendary martial arts manuscript?" The lean man's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he speculated, "I heard the Qingfeng Sword Sect has a rare swordsmanship secret manual, perhaps someone with an ulterior motive has taken notice of it."

His words were filled with longing and speculation about those mysterious treasures within Jianghu.

The scholar with a fair face let out a cold snort, his lips curling in disdain: "Hmph, in this Jianghu, are there not enough happenings of brothers turning against each other and sect conflicts over manuals and treasures?" There was an air of helplessness and mockery in his tone towards the chaos in Jianghu.

At this moment, an elderly monk, fingering Buddha Beads, gracefully walked by, his face kind and his voice serene as he said, "Amitabha Buddha, dear benefactors, do not speculate recklessly; cause and effect, good and evil will have their returns."

The sound was like a stream of clear water, flowing through this space fraught with disputes and speculation, bringing with it a peaceful power.

Several Jianghu people were taken aback, a hint of embarrassment flashing across their faces before they awkwardly smiled and spoke no further.

Seeing no more valuable information, Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng got up and walked steadily out of the temple, striding towards the mountain gate of the Qingfeng Sword Sect. With a persistent pursuit of truth and a sense of justice for Jianghu in their hearts, they decided to investigate from within the Qingfeng Sword Sect this time, leaving no clue unnoticed.

Their figures gradually disappeared into the mist.

No matter how many difficulties and dangers lay ahead, Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng would courageously forge ahead for the chivalry in their hearts.

The once solemn and majestic Qingfeng Sword Sect was now shrouded in an ominous silence, covered with a layer of gloom.

They stepped into the secret room where the Sect Leader secluded himself for training, greeted by a stale scent that assailed their nostrils and made them wrinkle their noses.

The small chamber was pervaded by a mysterious aura, with sword techniques etched onto the surrounding walls. Each sword mark seemed to recount a legendary journey along the path of the sword, with those marks serving as memories left by time, chronicling the past glory and splendor of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

In the center was a meditation mat, quietly waiting there, as if in anticipation of the return of a sword master. It bore witness to the Sect Leader's time spent training here, as well as the rise and fall of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

Gong Simeng bent lightly to inspect the mat, her gaze focused and sharp. Her love for Shi Feiyang gave her the same determination to uncover the truth. She was eager to help Shi Feiyang unravel the mystery, turning this love into boundless motivation.

She unexpectedly discovered some peculiar powder covering it, shimmering with a faint blue light under the dim candlelight, as mysterious and enticing as the stars twinkling in the night sky.

Curiously, she picked up a bit of the powder, her movements gentle, bringing it close to her nose for a sniff, but she could detect no scent.

Thus, Gong Simeng turned to Shi Feiyang, a hint of puzzlement in her voice: "Big brother, this powder seems very unusual, I've never seen anything like it before." Her eyes were full of reliance on Shi Feiyang, hoping he could provide an answer.

In her heart, Shi Feiyang was an all-capable pillar of support.

Shi Feiyang's brows knitted tightly, his expression so serious it seemed it could wring water.

Under his sword-like eyebrows, his eyes sparkled sharply like a hawk's, scanning the surroundings like a precise scanner, not missing any subtle detail.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang's gaze was magnetically drawn to a sword mark on the wall.

The style of this sword scar was drastically different from the orderly diagrams around it, the uneven marks resembled a chaotic abstract drawing, seemingly etched in extreme haste or at a crucial life-and-death moment.

Shi Feiyang calmly approached, extending his long and powerful fingers to lightly touch that sword mark.

At the moment his fingertips made contact, he keenly sensed the faint Sword Qi embedded within the mark. This Sword Qi, though weak like a candle in the wind, was as sharp as the cold wind in December. Clearly, the person who left this mark possessed extraordinary prowess.

Shi Feiyang slowly retracted his hand, contemplation filling his eyes, pondering silently in his heart: who could have left this sword mark? Why would it appear in this mysterious relic? Could it be that it really has countless ties to the shocking secret hidden behind this relic?

Thinking thus, Shi Feiyang stretched out his hand again, lightly touching the sword mark.

At the moment Shi Feiyang's fingertips connected with the mark, he felt a subtle vibration.

It was as if the sword mark was alive, conveying some mysterious signal to him.

Immediately, a wall in the secret chamber slowly slid open with a creaking sound, like the sigh of ancient times echoing in the quiet space, revealing a hidden passage.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng cautiously stepped into the dark passage. The dim light enveloped them like thick ink, with moisture-laden air brushing with each breath, creating a sensation as if they were submerged in a deep underwater world.

They proceeded with utmost caution, each step as light as a cat's, wary of disturbing any hidden dangers lurking in the darkness.

Soon, they discovered a chaotic trail of footprints on the ground.

The footprints varied in distance, resembling the staggering steps of a drunken person, evidently left in a state of panic.

They followed the direction of the footprints, stealthily arriving at an underground cavern. The echoes of their footsteps reverberated in the narrow space, each step beating like a war drum, involuntarily quickening their heart rates.

Water droplets subtly oozed from the walls of the passage, silently falling to the ground, joining the faint tick-tock, merging with their urgent breathing, building an oppressive and tense atmosphere that could suffocate.

Shi Feiyang gripped the torch tightly, its flickering flame valiantly pushing back the dark but could only light up a small area ahead.

And Gong Simeng followed closely like a shadow, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, her eyes wide as copper bells, fearing any sudden danger looming from the shadows.

Gradually, a thin mist enveloped the inside of the cavern, delicate as gauze, gently wrapping the entire space.

Through the mist, faintly visible were several gigantic stone columns, standing like the bodies of ancient giants, reaching sky-high.

The stone columns were etched with mysterious symbols, those symbols spiraling and twisting, resembling long-lost ancient text, narrating the vicissitudes of time; or mysterious totems, harboring undiscovered power.

These symbols influenced by the mist seemed like playful spirits, appearing and vanishing, providing a sense of mystery, like stepping into a realm not belonging to this world.

As they ventured deeper, the mist seemed to thicken, each step like crossing into another world filled with the unknown.

The mysterious symbols on the stone columns appeared to come alive, under the veil of mist, they seemed to be whispering ancient and distant stories, their voice like murmurs from ancient times, drawing one in without realization.

The air was filled with a faint musty odor, mingling with the unique scent of earth and stone, a fragrance of time settled by years, evoking an elemental and awe-inspiring force. In this environment, every breath felt exceptionally clear, as if resonating with the heartbeat of the cavern, accompanying each beat with a blend of unknown fear and expectation.

Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting a blend of caution and curiosity, yet they both understood that some crucial secret was hidden here, a secret potentially powerful enough to shake the entire Jianghu.

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