At exactly one o'clock at night a swarm of scorpions disturbed Xiang Zhe's sound sleep. He gasped in shock as he felt the sting on his body, realizing that the attack came from scorpions he quickly moved away from the dangerous place. But unfortunately, the scorpion continued to chase him, and strangely, it came with a large army. Yuanying, who had just arrived, was surprised to see that her bed was full of scorpions. He quickly caught up with Xiang Zhe to do his own safety precautions. "There's something wrong with those scorpions. It looks like they were sent by someone who deliberately wants to drive us out of this place," Xiang Zhe said. "But who, even the only one who knows about our existence is the insect demon?" "Is it possible that the foul insect demon told us?" Yuanying shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He quickly exterminated the scorpion. But instead of leaving, they became even more ferocious, she sighed heavily as she saw a swarm of scorpions approaching her an

**Title: The Guardians of the Martial Arts Warehouse****Chapter 1: The Journey Begins**Xiang Zhe and Yuanying stood on a hill overlooking their childhood home: the old martial arts warehouse. It was a place where they had learned the secrets of their craft under the guidance of their revered master, Master Li. The warehouse had once been the heart of their village, buzzing with energy and the sounds of training. Now, it lay in ruins, forgotten and abandoned.**Xiang Zhe:** "It's hard to believe it’s come to this. We were once the pride of this village."**Yuanying:** "Yes, but that was before the Crimson Shadow Sect began spreading their influence. They fear what this place represents – strength, unity, and tradition."The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the valley. The two friends shared a moment of silent reflection before heading down to the warehouse. It had been ten years since their master’s mysterious disappearance, and they had returned with a single goal: to res

Xiang Zhe and Yuanying's martial arts warehouse stood tall on the outskirts of the city, bearing a long history and rich family tradition in martial arts. This warehouse was not just a place for physical training; it was also a place where life philosophies and moral values were taught and passed down from generation to generation. Xiang Zhe and Yuanying, the husband and wife duo who managed the warehouse, were renowned martial arts experts respected in their community.One quiet morning, as the sun began to cast its gentle light over the warehouse, a mysterious young man appeared at the entrance. His appearance was neat, with black hair tied neatly at the back of his head, his eyes sharp and full of secrets. His name was Liang Wei. He claimed to be a wanderer looking for a place to train in martial arts and hoped to study under the guidance of Xiang Zhe and Yuanying.Xiang Zhe scrutinized the young man closely. "Where do you come from, Liang Wei?" he asked, his voice full of caution.

Yuanying, a diligent and dedicated martial artist, has been guarding the martial arts warehouse containing valuable treasures for years. The warehouse is filled with ancient books and historical weapons entrusted to her by her ancestors. However, the tranquility in the warehouse was disturbed when a new martial artist arrived in the small town where Yuanying resides.The new martial artist arrived mysteriously, without providing much explanation about his purpose or origin. Yuanying, who has a sharp instinct and is vigilant to any changes around her, immediately became suspicious of the presence of this martial artist.Yuanying's first suspicion arose when several valuable ancient books, including one owned by Xiang Zhe, a legendary martial artist, began to mysteriously disappear. Despite the warehouse being closely guarded by Yuanying, the new martial artist seemed to have the ability to come and go unnoticed.Yuanying began to piece together her thoughts. "Could this new martial art

**Xiang Zhe's Attack on the Beiyuan Sect: An Unavoidable Revenge**On a quiet night in Guangming Valley, Xiang Zhe stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing intently toward the Beiyuan Sect's headquarters. His sharp eyes glowed with restrained fury. As one of the main disciples of the Yuntian Martial Arts School, he never forgot that dark night when the Beiyuan Sect attacked their martial arts warehouse. The assault claimed the lives of many fellow disciples and shattered the honor of his school.“The time has come,” Xiang Zhe murmured to himself. “Today, I will avenge everything.”He donned a black robe that blended seamlessly into the night. With determined steps, he moved toward the Beiyuan stronghold, relying on his martial arts skills to sneak in undetected. In his hand, a sword gleamed in the darkness, a sword inherited from his master who had perished in the attack.Upon reaching the entrance of the stronghold, Xiang Zhe confronted two guards. Without hesitation, he leaped into the