King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 421: Chapter 161: Amid the Witchcraft Mist: Shi Feiyang Turns the Tide to Protect the Beauty

Shi Feiyang quietly took out the little sister, Little Yu Yan, picked up from the unseen deer-skin bag at his waist.

At this moment, Little Yu Yan was already two years old and even more adorable.

She had two small braids; her rosy cheeks were like ripe apples, and her big eyes were bright and full of curiosity.

She could already talk, and in Shi Feiyang’s warm embrace, she looked around inquisitively, occasionally making ”yiyah” sounds with her mouth.

Qi Meizhen searched for Shi Feiyang all over the ship; her steps were light, and her eyes brimming with expectation.

Finally, on the top deck, she saw Shi Feiyang.

Her eyes instantly lit up, her lips curled into a slight smile, revealing a sweet grin. Seeing Little Yu Yan, her gaze became even softer, as she lovingly reached out to hold Little Yu Yan and gently said, ”Little Yu Yan, come, let sister hold you.”

Little Yu Yan blinked her innocent large eyes, crisply calling, ”Sister!” Qi Meizhen giggled, her laughter was as crisp and melodious as silver bells. She leaned slightly, whispering in Little Yu Yan’s ear, ”You should call me mother.”

Little Yu Yan blinked in confusion, not understanding, and obediently called, ”Mother!” Qi Meizhen’s face lit up with a sweet smile, a smile that seemed to dispel all the world’s gloom, making her face increasingly radiant and stunning, a beauty beyond compare.

Qi Meizhen also had Little Yu Yan call Shi Feiyang ”father.”

Little Yu Yan obediently complied, waving her chubby little hands and calling out in a childish voice to Shi Feiyang not far away, ”Father!”

The tender child’s voice echoed on the deck like heavenly music. Hearing this call, Qi Meizhen’s heart suddenly raced like a deer, her heartbeat sped up, her cheeks slightly flushed. She was filled with excitement, her eyes full of anticipation, as if at this moment, her dream was about to come true.

She longed for the day when she could truly build a happy family with Shi Feiyang, and Little Yu Yan would be the fruit of their love.

On the deck, Qi Meizhen and Little Yu Yan chased each other playfully.

Little Yu Yan ran with unsteady steps, tumbling and laughing joyfully.

Qi Meizhen cautiously followed alongside, occasionally reaching out to support the faltering Little Yu Yan, sometimes laughing along with her.

Her gaze constantly followed Little Yu Yan and occasionally shifted to Shi Feiyang, full of deep affection and dreams for the future.

Along the Yangtze River’s banks, thick fog settled like a dense shroud, spreading wildly, enveloping everything in its path, rendering this world hazy and eerie.

The mist moved slowly in the air, carrying strands of coldness and dampness, like a sticky web tightly entwining this land.

Amidst the thick fog lay a crooked small wooden shed, precariously standing in the corner.

The shed’s wooden boards exuded a decayed aura, with dark-green moss growing in the gaps, appearing even more sinister in the damp environment.

The thatched rooftop was in disarray, with several parts collapsed, water droplets occasionally falling from the gaps, ”drip-drip-drip,” splashing on the ground, accentuating the moist and dark atmosphere.

Zhong Renwang exuded a heavy aura, like a devil crawling from Hell, lying before the small wooden shed.

His eyes were bloodshot, resembling embers burning with the flames of hatred, fiercely fixated on the departing figures of Shi Feiyang and others, as though his gaze wanted to scorch holes in the air.

His body slightly trembled, hands clenched into fists, joints turning pale from exertion, nails deeply embedded in his palms, with Yanhong blood slowly seeping out from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground, mixing with the moist soil, but unnoticed.

Within his heart, resentment surged like a raging tide, wave after wave, perpetually billowing, almost consuming him entirely.

Under the veil of dense fog, his silhouette appeared increasingly ominous, merging with the mist to become part of the darkness.

Soon, Tang Zihan, Ding Hong, and Xie Zhichuan hurriedly came through the fog, their figures appearing and disappearing like specters. They arrived at Zhong Renwang’s side, encircling him, each face bearing a somber expression.

Zhong Renwang snorted coldly, the sound seemingly coming from the Nine Nether Hell, filled with infinite chill and rage: ”Hmph, Shi Feiyang, don’t be too pleased with yourselves. I can’t swallow this shame! Imagine Zhong Renwang, a notable figure in Jianghu, repeatedly falling into Shi Feiyang’s hands; if this vengeance goes unfulfilled, how can I maintain my reputation in Jianghu!”

His voice trembled slightly from anger, teeth gritting with a grating sound.

Tang Zihan’s face was gloomy, eyes flicking with venomous light, agreeing: ”Indeed, Gang Leader. We were careless again this time, letting Shi Feiyang escape easily and losing many brothers. But can we swallow this insult? We must ensure he pays a grievous price!”

As he spoke, he forcefully swung his fist, as if wanting to vent all his hatred.

Ding Hong stroked his chaotic beard, a flicker of malice in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: ”Gang Leader, that Shi Feiyang is adept in martial arts with loyal followers, making him hard to handle. We must devise a comprehensive plan to make them pay dearly for today’s actions. The previous failures were due to insufficient planning, and we must avoid any more mistakes this time.”