King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 446: Chapter 165: Daring the Dragon’s Lair: Shi Feiyang Sheds Blood at the Headquarter to Protect His Brothers (Part 5)

In the center of the cave, there was a gigantic stone, its surface smooth as a mirror, emitting a mysterious luster under the glow. The entire Qingfeng Cave was tranquil and mysterious, as if it were an Immortal Realm isolated from the world, or a treasure trove hiding numerous secrets.

Bai Zhi’s mentor, Master Hanlu, was about fifty years old. Time had left light traces on her face but did not diminish her unique aura.

Her figure was short and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow her over. Yet, within her slightly humped frame was a spirit of unwavering resilience. Her face was lean, with slightly prominent cheekbones, and her skin had a healthy wheat hue from years of cultivation in the mountains, kissed by sunlight. Deep wrinkles were etched on her forehead, resembling mysterious symbols written by time, chronicling her experiences of vicissitudes and wisdom.

Her eyebrows were like two slender willow leaves, slightly arched, conveying agility and sharpness. Her eyes were small but extremely bright, the pupils resembling deep and unfathomable pools, shining with insights into worldly affairs, as if able to penetrate the deepest secrets of the human heart.

Her nose was small and straight, her lips thin and resolute, with the corners slightly downturned, giving an impression of seriousness and stability. A head of silver hair was neatly tied at the back with an unadorned wooden hairpin, several strands falling on either side of her cheeks, adding a touch of softness to her demeanor.

Master Hanlu wore a robe of moon-white color, and the fabric was light and gentle, floating with her movements like flowing moonlight. The robe was embroidered with dark golden cloud patterns, winding and circuitous as if narrating the mysteries between heaven and earth. As she moved, the cloud patterns appeared and disappeared, adding an extra layer of mystique.

At the collar and cuffs, there was a trimming of light blue, adding a touch of freshness to the robe. Around her waist, she wore a black silk sash, with a small brocade pouch hanging from it, its contents unknown yet seemingly precious.

Behind her, a duster was tied with a white silk ribbon, the white horsehair strands clean as snow, swaying gently in the breeze. Every sway seemed to sweep away the dust and troubles of the world, highlighting her transcendence as a cultivator.

Master Hanlu’s personality was akin to a quiet mountain spring, clear and profound, making it hard for one to fathom at a glance.

She was usually reticent, her words as valuable as precious pearls, with each word carrying significant weight.

Facing her disciple Bai Zhi, her strictness was like the frost and snow of winter, relentless. Whenever Bai Zhi showed the slightest slack, she would scrutinize her with an icy gaze, instructing with sharp words, urging Bai Zhi to forge ahead on her path of cultivation.

Yet, behind this severity lay deep care, like the warm sun of spring: not fervent or ostentatious, but silently nurturing Bai Zhi’s growth. When facing external disturbances, Master Hanlu always maintained a detached and calm attitude.

In her eyes, the world’s bustling clamor, fame, and fortune were mere fleeting clouds.

She devoted herself entirely to cultivation and studying medical techniques and pharmacology, scoffing at those who chased fame and profit.

When Shi Feiyang and his companions brought the injured Xiang Kun seeking assistance, she did not show any special treatment due to their identities or status. She focused solely on tending to the wounded. Her gaze was firm and calm, her hands steady and orderly, fully embodying a healer’s compassion.

Under Master Hanlu’s meticulous care, Xiang Kun’s severely injured organs gradually healed, though his body remained weak, requiring a long period of rest and recuperation.

Knowing that Xiang Kun’s injuries were not severe, Shi Feiyang decided to leave Xie Wen to accompany Xiang Kun for a few days.

Taking advantage of Bai Zhi and Master Hanlu going to rest, Shi Feiyang, with a grave expression and resolute eyes, quietly left Qingfeng Cave and, without stopping, departed Cui Ping Mountain, heading alone to the headquarters of the Blood Evil Gang by the Chishui River.

His heart burned with the flames of justice, and his hatred of evil drove him to tolerate no wrongdoing from the Blood Evil Gang. His inherent dominance allowed him to fearlessly venture into this dragon’s lair.

The Blood Evil Gang’s headquarters was hidden within a deep forest by the Chishui River, surrounded by ancient trees that blocked out the sun, with thick trunks standing like giants, and layers of leaves densely covering the sky.

The ground was piled with fallen leaves, a foot deep, exuding a decaying odor mixed with the dampness of the soil, filling the entire space.

Occasionally, a few sharp bird cries echoed from the depths of the forest, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere in the silence.

Shi Feiyang strode in with his head held high, exuding a majestic air as he stepped into the Blood Evil Gang’s headquarters.

His posture was like an unyielding mountain, radiating a commanding presence that was intimidating and awe-inspiring, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

In an instant, countless villains from the Blood Evil Gang shouted from all directions, charging at him like a surging tide, ready to swallow Shi Feiyang in an instant.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang merely let out a cold snort, his voice low and icy, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell.

Immediately, his right hand moved like lightning, drawing the Celestial Frost Blade with a swish.

The blade shimmered with a cold light, resembling a cold crescent moon, exuding a chilling aura that grasped one’s soul.

At the same time, he operated the Bright Jade Technique, his True Qi surging like a torrential flood within his body.

Instantly, a thick icy mist spread rapidly from him, like a white sea of clouds, swiftly enveloping the entire forest. The once shimmering surface of the Chishui River also quickly froze into a thin layer of ice under the influence of this extreme chill, like a giant mirror reflecting a cold light.

Facing the oncoming villains and their dense array of hidden weapons, Shi Feiyang remained cold and unhesitant, executing the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. His movements were nimble, his steps light yet steady, as if treading on air, every step seemingly slow but in reality, swift and elusive.

The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand shimmered with cold light within the icy mist, the blade light crisscrossing like silver lightning striking ruthlessly across the night sky.

He repeatedly executed the ultimate move ”Heaven and Earth Coexist,” each swing of the blade carrying the overwhelming power of Mountain-Splitting Rock-Breaking.

The incoming hidden weapons were no match for his blade light, shattering like fragile straw, turning into countless metal shards that scattered around. Swiftly, Shi Feiyang also deftly avoided the sharp traps buried underground.

His eyes were like cold stars in the night sky, keenly catching every subtle sign of danger. Whenever approaching a trap, he would lightly leap, his form graceful as a swallow, tracing a beautiful arc in the air before landing firmly in a safe spot.

The mechanisms set in the forest, whether it were spikes suddenly springing from the trees or blades emerging from the ground, were ineffective against him. He could always discern their attack directions at the moment the traps activated and then take them out with the Celestial Frost Blade with blinding speed.

As Shi Feiyang continued to use ”Heaven and Earth Coexist,” the surrounding villains fell one after another.

His saber technique was extremely sharp, each strike capable of taking a life.

The villains’ bodies, under his blade, were like fragile rag dolls, easily chopped into pieces.

Severed bodies and limbs flew and flailed everywhere, with blood gushing like fountains, dyeing the surrounding ground crimson.

The forest quickly became a scene of chaos, littered with dismembered limbs.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, sickening and hellish.

While slaying the villains, Shi Feiyang never forgot his purpose. As he fought, he kept an ear open for any disturbances around. Finally, in a hidden cave, he discovered some disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, imprisoned.

These disciples were covered in wounds, with their bodies bearing whip marks and bloodstains. Their clothes were tattered, and they lay weakly on the ground.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang’s rage intensified. He quickened his blade, finishing off the remaining villains with greater speed, and hurried to the cave entrance.

Using the Celestial Frost Blade, he cut the chains locking the cave door, entered the cave, and freed each captive member of the Heroic Sakura Association.

Seeing their plight, Shi Feiyang’s anger grew even more. He quickly made his way to the remaining villains, his blade moving faster as he dispatched them and swiftly reached the cave entrance.

He assured the captured disciples not to be afraid, promising them that he would lead them to safety.