Mao Tai, a multi-armed bear, was a notorious bandit in Jianghu, guilty of murder, arson, rape, and pillage, having committed countless heinous acts.

In the original work, he made an enemy of Zhou Qingyun's father. When he had his fingers chopped off, he later took the Golden Arhat Fa Yuan of the Wutai Sect as his master. Returning to Sichuan to seek revenge, he incited a swordfight at Ci Yun Temple, thus starting the saga of the "Shushan Swordsmen." Now, with all the Wutai disciples slain at Star Constellations Sea, the world had changed, and he bore no grudge against Zhou the Third.

His ascent up Yellow Mountain this time wasn't aimed at snatching the sword; he was self-aware enough to know his limits. His primary goal was to make connections with the heroes of the world. In Jianghu, more friends meant more roads; more enemies meant more walls. He wanted to meet more experts to secure his footing in Jianghu.

At the same time, whenever he spotted a pretty young girl, he was ready to strike at a moment's notice.

When Ling Yunfeng and Dai Xiangying arrived at the mountain among the four, his gaze clung to them. Dai Xiangying and Ling Yunfeng, both stunning in their own right, need not be mentioned, but his hunger also became unbearable when he saw Shi Feiyang and Yu Yunzhong.

This rascal wasn't only into women but also took a fancy to men. In recent years, he took a young Disciple named Zhang Liang, handsome, delicate in features, and obedient.

Over the years, he had taken his Disciple along on his Jianghu misadventures. Whenever they robbed or defiled, the Disciple was included. Without a woman, he would play with his young Disciple—quite the carefree life.

In his eyes, Shi Feiyang and Yu Yunzhong were even more tantalizing than his Disciple Zhang Liang. Waiting tediously until midnight, Shi Feiyang continued to chat with Qiu Shaoliang. Knowing Qiu was no easy target, he gave up on Shi Feiyang, sneaked down a cliff to a gentle slope, and found where Ling Yunfeng's group was resting.

Mao Tai stealthily approached from upwind, took out his "Rooster Crow at Dawn, Soul-destroying Incense," and within a short while, he had all three of them laid out.

The lecherous thief pounced over, hugging Ling Yunfeng, kissing Yu Yunzhong, and arranged the three side by side, ready to start with Ling Yunfeng, then move to Yu Yunzhong, and finally enjoy Dai Xiangying.

Naturally, Shi Feiyang was aware of Mao Tai, although he couldn't recognize him. The resting place chosen by Ling Yunfeng's group was somewhat distant from him and there was a difference in terrain, blocked by a massive rock. With so many people on the mountain top, he didn't anticipate such a bold defiler.

Hearing what Qiu Shaoliang had said, he quickly got up. Not to mention that Ling Yunfeng was the great-granddaughter of Ling Hun, even if she had been a complete stranger, he wouldn't allow such an incident to unfold before his eyes.

Shi Feiyang hurried down the hillside, just in time to see Mao Tai untying his belt. He drew his treasure sword and shouted angrily, "Pervert! What are you doing?"

Mao Tai turned and saw him, and noticing that Qiu Shaoliang was not accompanying, his heart swelled with excitement. "My darling boy, you're here too! Grandpa was just regretting your absence!"

He smirked, holding the half-undone belt in his right hand and lunged directly, approaching lightly, and in a flash, he was up close—a testament to his incredible Qinggong.

Mao Tai saw Shi Feiyang as a rich child skilled in fencing, noting his palms lacked callouses and his muscles weren't particularly strong. Assuming he had not put in hard time training, he considered Shi Feiyang's sword, inlaid with gold and jewels, a mere plaything. Drawing near, he reached out to press on Shi Feiyang's chest acupoint, planning to lay him out and take his turn with him.

Shi Feiyang swung his sword in a slant, lacking knowledge of martial arts moves, but his strike was swift and accurate. The sword light flashed, and Mao Tai's right arm was severed above the elbow.

"Ah!" Mao Tai screamed in agony, not expecting the young noble to strike so swiftly!

He'd been through many years in Jianghu, extremely experienced, and knew he'd encountered a tough opponent. Enduring the searing pain, he used force in his feet, spun on the spot, and "whoosh" retreated several feet away.

Shi Feiyang saw him fleeing and was about to throw his treasure sword to kill him.

Suddenly, Mao Tai hurled three Deathly Hallows Spikes backhand, shooting towards Shi Feiyang's face and chest in a triangular formation, arriving both quickly and urgently.

Shi Feiyang deflected the three spikes with his sword and flicked them back.

He had not trained in hidden weapons; his technique would naturally not achieve solely through muscle memory. Nonetheless, he possessed focused consciousness, with the guidance of the Primordial Spirit. Hitting a large, living target was a piece of cake, not to mention hitting an ant a thousand miles away!

In a flash of sparks, the trajectory of all three hidden weapons was corrected, then boosted with True Qi, and sent flying faster than before!

Three spikes formed a straight line towards Mao Tai—one embedded in the back of his head, another in his back, and the last in his lower back. The small spikes penetrated the bones and burrowed deep inside.

Mao Tai let out a pitiful cry, collapsed to the ground, and instantly stopped breathing, motionless.

His scream attracted attention, and those who knew him were shocked. The way everyone looked at Shi Feiyang changed—never did they imagine the seasoned multi-armed bear would perish at the hands of such a refined young noble.

Shi Feiyang did not bother with Mao Tai's body; there were far too many corpses littering Yellow Mountain these days.

He checked on Ling Yunfeng and the others, found they were only affected by the sleeping incense, and, noting no serious harm, decided to leave them be and continued his conversation with Qiu Shaoliang.

Qiu Shaoliang, having witnessed everything, became even more convinced that the young man possessed extraordinary martial skills. "Young Brother, if you can help me obtain the Immortal Slaying Sword tomorrow, I will definitely recommend you to the Sword Immortal to take you as a disciple."

They chatted until the next day when Ling Yunfeng and the others awoke, found their clothes disheveled, and saw signs of someone having touched them. Lying side by side—two women and one man—their first thought was that Yu Yunzhong had attempted impropriety.

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