King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 132: Chapter 99: Under the Blue Light Crisis: Shi Feiyang Obtains the Key, the Black-Clad Leader’s Dying Words (Part 2)

The token in Shi Feiyang’s hand suddenly started to glow and heat up, the light becoming brighter and brighter like the rising sun, gradually dispelling the darkness and the heat increasing as if it were about to ignite. A faint glow even rippled across the surface of the token.

Shi Feiyang widened his eyes in surprise, tightly gripping the token, feeling the heat emanating from it, a trace of joy appearing on his face. The enormous, fierce bird solemnly bowed several times towards the corpse of the leader in black, its movements slow and reverent, before slowly standing beside Shi Feiyang. Its gaze showed a hint of awe, paying homage to Shi Feiyang, and its eyes conveyed recognition and submission to him. It slightly lowered its head, its wings gently folded, quietly standing next to Shi Feiyang, awaiting his command.

Gong Simeng, Xiang Kun, and Jin Liufu were initially stunned by the scene in front of them, their eyes wide open, mouths slightly agape.

Finally coming to their senses, their faces instantly filled with joyful smiles, the sky after the gloom finally clearing. The three of them immediately cheered and jumped with excitement, running over to embrace Shi Feiyang, their joy palpable.

Gong Simeng rushed forward first, her steps light, almost skipping as she ran over, hugging Shi Feiyang tightly, her face flushed with happiness, calling out, ”Feiyang, it’s wonderful!” Her arms wrapped tightly around Shi Feiyang, as if afraid he might suddenly disappear.

Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu followed closely behind, Xiang Kun with a sincere smile, striding forward, giving Shi Feiyang a firm pat on the shoulder, while Jin Liufu smiled and jumped up, exchanging high fives with Shi Feiyang, the three of them huddling together tightly, laughter echoing down the corridor.

Shi Feiyang also wore a relieved smile on his face, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment, all his efforts rewarded in this moment, his smile carrying the weariness of relaxation and the joy of victory.

He gently patted Gong Simeng’s back, exchanged a glance with Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu, full of mutual understanding and joy.

Shi Feiyang carefully placed the token and jade pendant into the deerskin pouch at his waist that no ordinary person could see, his movements gentle and cautious, as if placing the most precious treasures on earth. He gently opened the deerskin pouch, his fingers trembling slightly, slowly placing the token and jade pendant inside, then carefully tying the pouch shut, ensuring they wouldn’t fall out. His gaze remained focused on the deerskin pouch, as if guarding an immensely important secret. Then, he reached out to gently stroke the bird’s head and feathers, his touch as gentle as a spring breeze, his fingers sliding over the bird’s feathers as if caressing his most beloved child.

The bird nodded submissively, seemingly indicating to Shi Feiyang that from now on it would obey his commands and fight alongside him, shaking its head gently and letting out a soft call. Shi Feiyang’s fingers slid from the bird’s head to its neck, his face wearing a gentle smile, softly saying, ”From now on, I’ll be relying on you.”

The elder suddenly seemed to remember something important, pointing to the wounded beast, explaining to Shi Feiyang that it was a White Tiger, symbolizing desolation among the Four Symbols, possessing the magical power to ward off evil and misfortune, and being a guardian of justice.

Shi Feiyang turned to look at the White Tiger, seeing this giant beast with a massive body, its white fur shimmering in the dim light, imposing and majestic. It exuded a powerful aura, making people shiver with awe.

Its body was like a small mountain, muscles taut, emanating an awe-inspiring majesty.

The elder continued to tell Shi Feiyang that the bird was actually the Vermilion Bird.

The Vermilion Bird, a god of the South, represents the fire attribute of summer, symbolizing brightness and passion.

Shi Feiyang and the others turned to look at the Vermilion Bird, discovering it differed from any bird in reality, possessing a magnificent phoenix-like form, its body engulfed in roaring flames. The flames danced on its body, radiating intense heat, as if intent on igniting everything around it, the flames’ ”whooshing” sound of burning illuminating the surrounding space.

The elder also said that now both the White Tiger and the Vermilion Bird had submitted to Hero Shi, and Hero Shi’s future would undoubtedly be extraordinary.

Listening to the elder’s words, Shi Feiyang’s eyes sparkled with excitement, his fists clenched slightly, filled with fighting spirit, already envisioning himself making great achievements in future Jianghu.

Shi Feiyang was overjoyed, his eyes shining with excitement, already seeing the bright future, that glow like the brightest star in the night sky. He immediately asked Xiang Kun to release the White Tiger, and quickly took out the Tianshan Snow Lotus Water to cleanse the White Tiger’s wound, gently opening the bottle containing the Tianshan Snow Lotus Water, slowly pouring the water onto the White Tiger’s wound, producing a ”sizzling” sound as it made contact with the wound.

His movements were gentle and focused, his eyes tightly locked on the White Tiger’s wound, as if conducting a sacred ritual. Carefully, he fed the White Tiger the Shaolin treasure ”Lesser Returning Pill.”

The elder clasped his hands in respect, bowing slightly, handing the sheepskin scroll back to Shi Feiyang, saying, ”This sheepskin scroll is also a key, marking the specific location of the Black Wind Stronghold, Hero Shi, check it yourself, this is not difficult. Now, five of the seven keys to open the Ancient Curse Space are already in Hero Shi’s hands, and I believe Hero Shi will be able to find the remaining two keys.” After saying this, he drifted away like a breeze, his figure gradually fading from everyone’s sight, leaving only a mysterious and anticipated silhouette.

Shi Feiyang took the sheepskin scroll, carefully examining it, then cautiously store it away, secretly vowing to find the remaining keys and rescue the imprisoned Sect Leaders.

Gong Simeng was filled with delight, her eyes sparkling as if holding a sky full of stars.

Eagerly, she ordered the Vermilion Bird, her voice trembling slightly with excitement, like a fledgling about to soar, full of longing for the vast sky. Her voice was crisp and melodious, echoing through the valley with endless vitality, telling of her eager desire to soar high: ”Vermilion Bird, take us soaring across the sky!” Her hands waved, eyes fixed on the Vermilion Bird, her face filled with an expectant smile.

Shi Feiyang steadily mounted the White Tiger, its broad and robust back like solid ground, giving him a great sense of security, not only supporting his body but also carrying all his hopes for the future.

He grabbed the White Tiger’s mane with both hands, exerting a little force, stepping lightly on the White Tiger’s leg, and gracefully mounted.

He gently caressed the White Tiger’s mane, his fingertips sliding over the soft yet strong fur, feeling the ancient creature’s immense power and its unreserved obedience and loyalty.

The White Tiger seemed to be infected by his joyous mood, letting out a deep and resonant roar, a ”woof” resounding, as if traversing millennia, echoing through the valley, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

Shi Feiyang leaned slightly forward, close to the White Tiger’s ear, softly saying, ”Go! Let’s create miracles together.”