King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 245: Chapter 129: Malicious Schemes Unveiled—Zhong Renwang’s Sinister Calculations, Xie Zhichuan’s Vicious Plot, Liu Tingting’s Urgent Pursuit of the Auspicious Beast

At the same time, as Shi Feiyang escorted Yili back into Shanxi’s territory, he did not notice anything unusual.

He also needed to take care of Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing’s emotions, ensuring they felt safe and comfortable throughout the journey.

As their group stepped into Shanxi, Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan were hurrying from Liaodong to Mount Heng, Shanxi. Seated steadily on his horse, Zhong Renwang squinted his eyes, his mind working like a precise calculating machine, pondering every next step.

He first considered Shi Feiyang’s formidable martial arts skills; going in personally would be asking for trouble. He needed to find a scapegoat.

His lips curled into a sly smile, secretly proud: ”Hmph, let those Shanxi martial artists be the cannon fodder. Their righteous anger towards Shi Feiyang can be used.”

This was the first layer of his conspiracy, using others’ hands to avoid exposing himself to danger.

Next, he began to contemplate the specific ambush strategies.

The Beggar Gang, as the world’s largest gang, had an efficient pigeon post system.

Zhong Renwang took out a pigeon post, writing instructions unhurriedly, his neat handwriting starkly contrasting with the insidious thoughts in his mind.

He instructed Beggar Gang Elder Ding Hong to contact Shanxi martial artists to ambush the group of Shi Feiyang and Yili, who had just entered Shanxi, with the main targets being Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing, intending to distract Shi Feiyang and Yili.

He considered repeatedly in his heart, aware that Shi Feiyang cared deeply for those two women. As long as they could capture them, Shi Feiyang would surely be hesitant to act rashly. This was the second layer of his conspiracy, precisely grasping the enemy’s weaknesses to formulate a highly targeted plan.

Additionally, Zhong Renwang paid particular attention to keeping his two sons out of the battle, lest they be killed by Shi Feiyang or misled by Xie Zhichuan. He absolutely did not want his sons to take this risk.

In his heart, his sons were crucial assets for his future control over the Jianghu and could not be easily sacrificed. This was the third layer of his conspiracy, using others while protecting his interests, ensuring his sons’ safety for future use.

Xie Zhichuan, after careful consideration, decided on a more ruthless strategy. He used the pigeon post system to send orders to the Divine Sword Manor’s senior and junior disciples, instructing them to swiftly ride to Mount Heng, Shanxi.

His intention was to launch a surprise attack on the Hengshan Sect’s Nun Chixia and her beloved disciples, Liao Ran and Ruo Ran, aiming to capture Nun Chixia and her female disciples as hostages to achieve his goals.

Zhong Renwang watched coldly from the sidelines, secretly sneering at Xie Zhichuan’s arrangements.

He thought, indeed, Xie Zhichuan is ruthless, but this plays right into his hands. Zhong Renwang plotted to wait until Xie Zhichuan and Shi Feiyang were both weakened from battling each other before taking advantage of the situation to reap the greatest benefits from this conflict.

Zhong Renwang was calculating not only against Shi Feiyang but also against his own allies. He intended to cleverly leverage various forces in this struggle to maximize his benefits. This was the fourth layer of his conspiracy, manipulating all factions at his fingertips, fully showcasing his insidious cunning nature.

Zhong Renwang’s strategies were not only ruthless but also unfathomably deep.

He remained calm and rational throughout this game of power, ensuring his invincible position in this complex struggle.

Upon receiving Zhong Renwang’s orders, the veteran Elder of the Beggar Gang, Ding Hong, immediately sprang into action.

He swiftly contacted various martial artists within Shanxi, carefully planning an ambush targeting Shi Feiyang’s group.

Despite the controversies surrounding the former Grand Martial Arts Alliance Leader, Xie Luo Jia’s actions, the tragedy of being forced to his death by Shi Feiyang still stirred indignation among many in the martial world.

Though Shi Feiyang’s reputation was illustrious and not prone to public criticism, under Ding Hong’s orders, some righteous individuals and Jianghu Gangs in Shanxi quickly responded and began to take action.

Meanwhile, Liu Tingting was secretly utilizing pigeon post to contact her Cultivation Race. These cultivators disguised themselves as ordinary travelers, quietly infiltrating Shanxi, closely monitoring the Beggar Gang’s every move, ready to respond to any potential changes.

And the senior and junior disciples of the Divine Sword Manor did not hesitate, rushing on horseback to Mount Heng, Shanxi.

Their hearts were full of hatred and jealousy towards Shi Feiyang, determined to capture the female disciples of the Hengshan Sect as hostages to vent their fury.

A contest centered around Jianghu vendettas and power struggles was about to unfold at Mount Heng, Shanxi, with all factions poised for action, and a bloody storm was about to ensue. Shi Feiyang’s group moved along the winding mountain roads deep into the foothills of Mount Heng.

Amid the mountains, fog swirled, and jagged rocks jutted out, surrounding cliffs piercing the sky like sharp swords, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

Ancient trees lined the path, their roots tangled and intertwined, branches crisscrossing, as if shrouding the entire sky, leaving only dappled light and shadow on the ground.

The mountain wind howled, the forest rustling as if nature itself was playing an overture for the impending battle.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle abruptly shattered the tranquility of the forest. In an instant, over three thousand bandits rushed in from all directions, originating from the local Yinma Stronghold and the Wolf Fang Gang, all notorious villains in the Jianghu.

The lackeys of Yinma Stronghold were burly and robust, baring their chests, some sporting fearsome ghost tattoos, others bearing eye-catching scars that testified to their bloody pasts. They wielded thick, broadswords, their blades gleaming coldly, seemingly stained with half-dried blood, emitting a pungent metallic odor. The bandits of the Wolf Fang Gang were nimble and agile, their faces full of ferocity, their eyes reflecting greed and cruelty.