King of Hundred Victories Saber

Lu Hongye and Yang Xue’Er nodded shyly.

That night, the moonlight was like water, pouring through the window into the room.

Yang Xue’Er and Lu Hongye slept alongside Shi Feiyang.

The room was filled with a warm and ambiguous atmosphere, everything seemed so novel.

Yang Xue’Er gently nestled in Shi Feiyang’s arms, softly saying, ”Shi Lang, what Wan Niang said today makes me yearn somewhat, but... but is this really appropriate?”

Lu Hongye also leaned closer, saying, ”Shi Lang, I think, if I could always be with you like this, I would be happy.”

Shi Feiyang softly caressed their beautiful hair, whispering, ”As long as you two are willing, I will not let you down.”

That night was filled with a different kind of tenderness.

The next morning, at the first light of dawn, soft rays of light streamed through the window into the room.

Shi Feiyang sat solemnly at the table, as if he were a steady statue.

He slowly reached towards his waist for the mysterious deerskin bag.

This deerskin bag seemed ordinary but hid endless secrets.

He took out a gold brick from it, shining brightly in the morning light, representing worldly wealth and glory; then he took out ten pieces of gold leaf, thin as a cicada’s wings, gently shaking with a crisp and pleasant sound; lastly, he pulled out ten large silver ingots, their surfaces smooth, reflecting a cool luster.

Shi Feiyang solemnly handed these valuables to Lu Hongye, his voice low yet filled with determination: ”Hongye, you, along with Xue’Er and Shi Xiong, must disguise yourselves and purchase a large inn. Remember, this is a key step in our secret establishment of the Heroic Sakura Association’s third branch in the Capital, and it is critical to our great endeavor. There must be no mistakes.”

His gaze conveyed undeniable trust and anticipation.

Lu Hongye took the valuables with both hands, nodded solemnly, her gaze as firm as a rock, and responded, ”Shi Lang, rest assured, we will do our utmost and not fail the mission.”

Yang Xue’Er and Shi Xiong stood by, their eyes equally determined, and assured in unison, ”We will not fail the trust placed in us!”

Their voices, though from different mouths, resonated powerfully throughout the room.

After Lu Hongye, Yang Xue’Er, and Shi Xiong left, Shi Feiyang slowly rose and paced back to his room.

He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes to rest, gathering strength for the impending major operation.

Even at lunchtime, he did not rise to eat, continuing to conserve his energy, with plans constantly churning in his mind, his eyes sometimes sharp, sometimes deep, plotting an earth-shattering scheme.

By the evening, the sun seemed draped in a veil, its splendid afterglow like a golden curtain gently spread across the vast land, painting everything with a dreamy golden edge.

In this dreamlike play of light and shadow, Shi Feiyang slowly awakened, rose steadily, and walked towards the basin.

His posture was upright, each step exuding an innate composure and confidence.

At the basin, he gently cupped clear water, splashing it on his face, the cool touch instantly dispelling the lingering sleepiness.

Then, he systematically began bathing and changing clothes.

His movements were skillful and graceful, each subtle gesture showcasing his calmness and poise.

After bathing, he retrieved a finely crafted, well-tailored black garment from beside him.

The black fabric was superior in quality, smooth as silk to the touch, emphasizing his agile form and imposing spirit even further.

Once dressed, Shi Feiyang paused momentarily, a flash of determination and resolve in his eyes.

Then, like a streak of black lightning, he quietly sped towards the Xiao Xiang Pavilion in the Eighth District.

At that moment, the Xiao Xiang Pavilion seemed a wondrous place intertwining earthly paradise and a money-dissolving cavern, vibrant and bustling, displaying its grandeur and extravagance.

Huge red lanterns hung on either side of the entrance, their vibrant red vivid, adorned with exquisite peony designs on the shades, gently swaying in the breeze, as if showcasing the pavilion’s magnificent scenery to passersby.

Stepping inside, one is met with a scene of opulence and splendor.

The ceiling was adorned with a massive glazed chandelier, dazzling brilliantly. Countless tiny crystals refracted colorful lights, illuminating the entire hall as if it were broad daylight, yet adding a touch of dreaminess and mystery.

In the middle of the hall were exquisitely carved rosewood tables and chairs, laden with delicacies, with the scent of wine wafting through the air.

Guests dressed in luxurious clothes, either sitting or standing, chatting and laughing.

Some were raising cups, playfully flirting with beauties beside them, the wine trickling from the corners of their mouths, unnoticed even as it dripped onto their expensive brocades; others enthusiastically participated in the pot-pitching game, accompanying the sound of arrows hitting pots with cheers and applause from the crowd.

On the surrounding walls hung masterful paintings of landscapes and birds, lifelike and complementing the lively scene perfectly.

In the corner, several musicians were intently playing silk and bamboo instruments.

The sound of the zither was melodious, like flowing water, winding and lingering; the flute notes were clear, akin to an oriole emerging from the valley, lively and jumping; the sound of the xiao was deep, like an orchid in a secluded valley, with lasting reverberations. The timbres of these three instruments interwove to compose a marvelous symphony, resonating in every corner of the pavilion, speaking of worldly magnificence and opulence, immersing people in intoxication.

On the dance floor, a group of dancers dressed in sheer veils twirled gracefully.

Their postures were elegant, their steps light, the veils fluttering with their movements, faintly revealing their snow-white skin.