King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Feiyang’s figure flashed as he led the charge towards the crack, shouting loudly, ”Brothers, charge out!”

The crowd, hearing his call, felt invigorated, supporting each other as they used every last ounce of strength to rush towards the crack in the ice wall.

The sky over the Capital, initially infused with the mild and gentle breath of spring, spanned like a piece of warm jade in the form of a clear blue sky above the city.

However, a sudden change occurred, as if an invisible yet mighty hand began to quietly stir the winds and clouds between heaven and earth.

At first, layers of ink-dark clouds rose at the horizon, rolling and spreading like spilled ink, rapidly devouring the azure sky. At the same time, a fierce cold wind began to howl from the distant north, roaring like a ferocious beast.

This fierce wind, as if it carried ice blades, swept through the streets and alleys, causing everything it touched to shrink back.

The trees on the street sides were whipped by the wind, their branches swaying wildly, rustling as if in frightened protest against this sudden change. Soon after, snowflakes began to fall incessantly.

Initially, the snowflakes were sparse, drifting lightly in the air like willow catkins.

But in no time, the snowfall intensified dramatically, large, dense snowflakes falling like goose feathers from the sky.

The entire Capital seemed to be draped in a layer of white gauze, turning into a dreamlike scene. The citizens, who were busy with their livelihoods in the streets and alleys, haggling in marketplaces or leisurely sipping tea in teahouses, were caught off guard by the sudden drop in temperature and the snow.

Pedestrians stopped in their tracks, lifting their heads to gaze at the swirling snow, their eyes filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

An old vegetable vendor, gripping a handful of greens tightly, stood stunned by the heavy snowfall, muttering to himself, ”What’s going on? Why is it suddenly snowing so heavily without warning?”

Moments later, as if waking from a dream, everyone quickened their pace, rushing home.

The streets quickly descended into chaos, with footsteps and shouts mingling together.

Children, excitedly running and playing in the snow, were pulled back by their anxious parents, hurriedly heading for home.

At home, people hurried to light charcoal stoves, the red-hot flames dancing cheerfully in the hearth, emanating warmth.

Families sat around the stove, watching the snow fall heavily outside the window, filled with confusion and worry about the bizarre weather.

In the Celestial Prison, Shi Feiyang’s expression was as grave as frost, yet he exuded a faint resilience, like a pine tree standing firm in the cold night.

He slowly squatted down, his movements gentle yet steady and powerful, as he carefully lifted Wu Zhong onto his back.

Wu Zhong’s face was pale as paper, devoid of any color, his body weak like a flickering candle in the wind, barely with any strength, leaning feebly against Shi Feiyang’s back, his eyes shut tight, his breath faint.

Shi Feiyang gently patted Wu Zhong, his touch full of concern and comfort, whispering, ”Brother Wu, we are heading back to the sub-branch, where your injuries will surely be healed.” Though his voice was low, it was like a warming stream, bringing hope to Wu Zhong.

With that, he straightened up, like a towering mountain peak exuding a calm and powerful aura. He led the group, striding boldly out of the eerie and death-laden water prison of the Jinyi Guard.

Along the way, the heroes followed closely behind Shi Feiyang, their eyes filled with the relief of surviving a calamity, like the warm sun after a disaster, dispelling the gloom in their hearts; and with deep admiration for Shi Feiyang, continuous as the flowing rivers.

They all headed towards the ”Mei Niang Workshop,” the Capital Sub-Branch of the Heroic Sakura Association, finding the streets rather deserted.

Inside the ”Mei Niang Workshop,” Yang Xue’Er and Lu Hongye waited anxiously.

Since the moment Shi Feiyang set out on the rescue mission, their hearts were tightly gripped, as if bound by an invisible string.

Yang Xue’Er paced restlessly inside, her eyes filled with anxiety and worry, her hands unconsciously clenched, her nails nearly digging into her palms. Lu Hongye sat quietly on a chair, her gaze vacantly fixed on the door, her lips trembling slightly, muttering from time to time, ”Shi Lang, you must return safely.” Their minds were plagued by images of Shi Feiyang in peril, their hearts overwhelmed with waves of concern.

Finally, Shi Feiyang appeared at the doorway of ”Mei Niang Workshop.”

Yang Xue’Er and Lu Hongye’s eyes lit up instantly, sparkling with joy, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Without hesitation, they dashed forward, like two happy little birds swooping towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang gently set Wu Zhong down, but before he could steady himself, Yang Xue’Er and Lu Hongye rushed forward, embracing him tightly.

Yang Xue’Er wrapped her arms firmly around Shi Feiyang, fearing he might disappear again. She buried her head in Shi Feiyang’s chest, tears streaming uncontrollably as she exclaimed, ”Shi Lang, you’re finally back. Do you know how worried we were about you?”

Lu Hongye, too, nestled beside Shi Feiyang, gripping his arm tightly, her eyes brimming with excited tears as she choked out, ”Shi Lang, Xue’Er and I worried about you every moment, fearing something might happen to you.”