King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 296: Chapter 138: Heng Mountain Upheaval: Zhong Renwang’s Sinister Schemes, Feiyang Breaks the Deadlock Without Fear (Part 3)

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the direction of the cave, and the delicate yet sorrowful face of Yili emerged in his mind, a growing sense of longing filling his heart. He knew full well that Yili’s heart at this moment was like fallen leaves in the cold wind, without support, swaying uncertainly.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes were filled with yearning.

He recalled the bits and pieces of time spent with Yili, those moments of laughter or fighting side by side — how comforting they were.

He wished he could throw everything aside, walk into the cave, and embrace Yili tightly, giving her warmth and comfort, but reality stood like an insurmountable wall between them.

Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi hurriedly came to Shi Feiyang’s side, both with solemn expressions and faces weighed down with respect, cupping their fists in salute towards Shi Feiyang, their movements neat and synchronized, showing utmost admiration. Miao Menlong’s voice was low and powerful as he said, ”Grand Squad Leader, it’s thanks to your timely arrival, just like divine soldiers descending from the heavens, that the Hengshan Sect avoided imminent disaster and endless turmoil.”

Shan Zhi promptly echoed, ”Indeed, Grand Squad Leader’s divine skills are peerless, awe-inspiring, allowing those corrupt and malevolent foes to truly witness the formidable prestige and powerful prowess of our Heroic Sakura Association.”

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his gaze filled with gratitude, and said, ”This incident could be resolved successfully, thanks to your timely help. Yet, the Jianghu is unpredictable and dangerous beyond measure, and henceforth, in all our actions, we must exercise greater caution and not be careless.”

At this moment, Nun Chixia, with steady steps, slowly emerged from the cave. Though her expression appeared somewhat fatigued, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to deepen further after the turmoil, yet her eyes conveyed an unyielding resolve borne from surviving through storms.

She approached Shi Feiyang, bringing her hands together in a respectful Buddhist gesture, and said, ”Donor Shi, this great kindness and virtue, the entire Hengshan Sect will never forget. If not for you stepping forward and pulling us back from the brink, the Hengshan Sect would have faced a catastrophe, utterly annihilated.”

Shi Feiyang hastily returned the gesture, humble in demeanor, saying, ”You are too kind, Nun. To see injustice and draw the sword to assist is undoubtedly the duty of Shi Feiyang and the Heroic Sakura Association. But as for Yili...”

Mentioning Yili made Shi Feiyang’s eyes instantly darken, overshadowed with a hint of undisguisable worry, Yili’s situation like a heavy stone pressing upon his heart.

Nun Chixia sighed softly, her voice carrying a touch of helplessness and compassion, saying, ”Yili’s worldly ties are not yet severed, and she still harbors much reluctance towards Donor Shi. But since she has taken vows as a nun and entered monastic life, I shall earnestly persuade her to focus on spiritual cultivation, sever worldly attachments, and relinquish all earthly disturbances.”

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang felt as if pierced by sharp blades, his lips trembling slightly, yet he couldn’t utter a single word.

He once again looked towards the cave, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the thick stone walls, seeing Yili’s lonely and solitary figure.

He knew that between him and Yili, despite their deep-seated feelings, ultimately had no fate together, their paths diverging at this junction laid by destiny.

Just as everyone was absorbed in this somewhat oppressive atmosphere, steeped in silence, Shi Feiyang’s body suddenly trembled, sharply sensing a strange presence. His expression turned cold instantly, his gaze sharp as electricity, vigilantly looking out into the distance.

From afar, amidst the mountain ranges, dense black shadows loomed faintly, like a surging black tide swiftly headed towards Heng Mountain. These shadows moved rapidly, stirring up clouds of dust, as though a storm was about to sweep in.

Shi Feiyang’s heart tightened at once, realizing that the Jianghu’s conflicts were far from resolved, a more ferocious new storm perhaps brewing quietly in the dark.

He didn’t hesitate for a moment, swiftly turning around, decisively speaking to Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi: ”It seems trouble is coming again. You two, immediately execute your fastest Lightweight Technique and report back to the Heroic Sakura Association. I’ll stay here to see what force dares to be so arrogant.”

Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi exchanged a glance, a flash of determination passing between their eyes, nodding without the slightest hesitation, immediately darting off with superior Lightweight Technique, racing down the mountain, leaving only their fleeting shadows, disappearing in an instant.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, focusing his energy in his Dantian, activating the Bright Jade Technique. The aura around him surged like raging waves, rapidly circulating and gradually rising, his presence growing ever stronger. Soon, his aura reached the eighth realm of the Bright Jade Technique — ”Supreme Detachment.”

In a split second, an intense, bone-chilling coldness erupted from within him like the blizzard howling out of an abyss in the dead of winter, carrying an overwhelming presence, quickly enveloping the area before the cave of Hengshan Sect.

The once howling fierce wind halted instantly before this terrifying coldness, as if frozen in place by a Body Stasis Spell, the air turning into ice crystals. The temperature plummeted abruptly, and a thick layer of ice formed on the ground in the blink of an eye, cracking sharply.

The sound resembled the earth’s anguished groans under this chilling force, narrating its horror and majesty.

Nun Chixia and her disciples couldn’t withstand the cold, retreating into the cave one by one.

Shi Feiyang’s expression grew ever colder, his gaze radiating an intimidating resolve and determination, like an indomitable War God.

He slowly drew his sword with his left hand, the movement steady and powerful, the blade shimmering with icy light, reminiscent of the cold moon hanging high on a chilly night, exuding a lethal aura. His right hand slightly clenched into a fist, ready to strike, the presence of the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique like a dormant dragon within him, poised to emerge and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.