King of Hundred Victories Saber

The heads of countless Jinyi Guards were sliced off like ripe fruits, tracing bizarre arcs through the air before thudding heavily to the ground.

The headless corpses, like puppets deprived of strings, collapsed with a series of ”thuds,” raising clouds of dust.

Lian Jaben and Lian Jia Shu, the brothers, stared at Shi Feiyang with eyes full of despair, seeing the end of their fate.

Their bodies quickly withered under this formidable force, drained of all vitality.

They spat out their last mouthful of blood, which scattered in the air like withering petals, beautiful yet despairing.

Then, both fell backward to the ground, their bodies shriveled like monkeys dried by time, looking pitifully tragic.

At this moment, the Sword Casting Valley had turned into a human purgatory, the bloody scent permeating every inch of air, making one nauseous, as if this place were no longer the human world but a corner of hell.

Shi Feiyang performed the astonishing Supreme Lightness Technique ”A Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace,” his figure like a white light, wrapped in a fierce gale, and in an instant, he returned to the ”Snow Source” inn in Shanhai Pass.

He carefully untied the mysterious deerskin bag from his waist, slowly opening its mouth, and Shi Feiyang poured out the people inside one by one.

Only to see ”Scholar with the Iron Flute” Xiang Kun, ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen, ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi, Yang Xue’Er, Shi Xiong, and others fall silently like drifting petals.

After landing, everyone maintained the posture they had when Shi Feiyang commanded them to stand, their bodies straight, their expressions calm, completely unaware of the half-hour they spent hidden in the deerskin bag as if forgotten by time.

The group gathered around Shi Feiyang, their faces anxious, and took turns urgently asking, ”Grand Squad Leader, since Sword Casting Valley is fraught with danger and crises, why don’t we delay our departure slightly, and compete with that scoundrel Zhong Renwang in endurance, resting and waiting, wouldn’t that be marvelous?”

With a smile as gentle as the warm sun of spring, Shi Feiyang calmly said, ”Everyone, do not worry, rest assured, there is no more danger ahead.” Though the group still harbored doubts in their hearts, their brows slightly furrowed and their eyes showed confusion, seeing Shi Feiyang’s confidence, firm words, and steady demeanor, as if everything were under control, they gradually calmed, and their tense nerves relaxed.

Then, Shi Feiyang gazed affectionately at Yang Xue’Er beside him, slowly stretched out his hand, and held her delicate, boneless jade hand. The two of them, hand in hand, walked out of the pavilion with light steps, through the winding corridors, to the backyard.

In the backyard, a few steeds were leisurely pacing, flicking their tails.

Shi Feiyang gently embraced Yang Xue’Er, his actions gentle, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, with a light tap of his foot, he leaped onto a horse, with Yang Xue’Er smoothly seated in front of him, her posture graceful.

The heroes followed suit, mounting their horses nimbly.

Holding the reins and lightly flicking the whips, the steeds neighed, hooves clattering, they exited the Shanhai Pass, galloping towards Liaodong.

Along the way, the early summer breeze was like a gentle maiden, softly caressing everyone’s faces, bringing a refreshing coolness that washed away their fatigue. The flowers and plants by the roadside swayed gently in the wind, like nimble dancers, joyfully performing a welcoming dance, as if to greet their arrival.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, like golden threads, casting dappled shadows on the ground, covering it in a layer of shimmering golden silver, dreamlike and fantastic. A few days later, they finally arrived at the Qingfeng Pavilion on Fulin Peak.

The Qingfeng Pavilion was like a sparkling pearl, nestled between verdant mountains and clear waters.

Surrounding clouds and mist enveloped it like a light veil, as if it were an immortal realm, ethereal and mysterious.

Terraces and pavilions were arranged in an orderly fashion, with flying eaves and dougong, resembling a roc about to take flight, majestic in momentum; carved beams and painted rafters, resplendent in colors, showcasing the beauty of ancient simplicity and elegance. Around the pavilion, the flowers were as brilliant as brocade, with colorful blossoms in full bloom, red like fire, pink like the sunrise, white like snow, exuding a captivating fragrance that could make one forget all worries.

Crystal-clear streams flowed in front of the pavilion, the water glittering under the sunlight like countless tiny diamonds, producing a pleasing sound, as if playing a melodious symphony, clear and pleasant, with lingering echoes.

The Pavilion Master of Qingfeng Pavilion, Su Yao, upon hearing of her daughter Yang Xue’Er’s return, was overjoyed beyond measure, as if receiving a precious treasure.

She hurriedly led the seven Altar Masters of Qingfeng Pavilion out to greet her.

Su Yao saw Yang Xue’Er from a distance, that familiar figure entering her eyes, causing tears to spring up instantly, like sparkling pearls, overflowing from her eyes.

She quickly stepped forward, her steps urgent, and tightly embraced Yang Xue’Er, her voice slightly choked as she said, ”Xue’Er, my precious daughter, you’ve finally returned. I’ve been worrying day and night, unable to eat or sleep peacefully. You’ve ventured into the Jianghu alone, facing so many hardships and perils, with knives and swords, it’s like my heart has been twisted with countless fine threads.”

Yang Xue’Er also tightly embraced her mother, her eyes full of tenderness, softly saying, ”Mother, I’m back safe and sound, aren’t I? I’ve caused you worry, I am unfilial.” At this moment, Su Yao noticed Yang Xue’Er’s slightly bulging belly, and her face immediately blossomed with an immeasurably joyful smile.