King of Hundred Victories Saber

After the victory feast, the remaining horse meat was piled high, emitting a rich aroma.

Everyone followed Shi Feiyang’s instructions, methodically turning it into rations.

Their techniques were skillful; some wielding sharp blades, slicing the horse meat into paper-thin slices with fluid movements; others using their coarse hands to carefully rub salt into the meat, their focused expressions resembling a sacred ritual.

Then, they hung the prepared horse meat outside the tents to dry, under the sunlight it glittered temptingly.

Shi Feiyang walked over with his hands behind his back, his posture tall and imposing like a towering mountain.

He took out once again the miraculous deerskin bag, which looked ordinary but held hidden secrets.

The bag’s textures resembled the paths of stars, mysterious and deep, warm to the touch, as if alive, whispering the secrets of time.

Shi Feiyang loaded the rations into the bag, which seemed like a bottomless pit, never full, containing an endless magical power. He pondered, ”This deerskin bag is an ancient relic, surviving the ages, yet it can contain all things. From now on, as we traverse the Jianghu, it will be our reassurance, ensuring we lack nothing.”

At this moment, the Lindan Tribe faced dire trouble, with Ordos and Kerchin tribes forming an overwhelming alliance, pressing towards Lindan like a tide. The tribal camp turned to ashes amidst roaring flames, the people displaced, cries filling the air, caught in a life-and-death crisis.

Gugela, as the Lindan Tribe’s Princess, was anxious, knowing Shi Feiyang was skillful in Martial Arts and wise, the hope of the tribe.

Though she had proposed to Shi Feiyang multiple times in the past and was rejected, feeling both shy and disappointed, she set everything aside for the tribe’s sake, fighting bloodily to break through. Holding a long knife, its blade already notched, she charged left and right through the enemy lines, her blade flashing, blood splattering.

Her armor was stained red with enemies’ blood, indistinguishable if it was theirs or her own.

Her hair was disheveled, sweat and blood mixed, sliding down her cheeks, her eyes filled with determination and resolve.

At last, relying on the prowess of her ”Bai Family Sword Technique,” and with her maid’s assistance, sheltered by a rain of arrows from the castle, she broke through and rode towards the Heroic Sakura Association’s camp.

Gugela arrived at the Heroic Sakura Association’s camp, dismounted, and knelt on one knee.

Wearing blood-stained armor, the dried blood dark, emitting a bloody aura.

Her face was weary and haggard, her eyes bloodshot, lips chapped. But her expression was sincere, eyes with a tinge of hope, saying, ”Hero Shi, my Lindan Tribe is now on the brink of disaster, our people massacred, tents burned, the old, the weak, women, and children crying in despair. Your fame is widespread, and your heart just; Gugela implores the hero to lend a hand and save our tribe from peril.”

As she spoke, her chest heaved violently, her breath hurried, evidently having fought a bitter battle.

Shi Feiyang frowned slightly, his eyes showing a hint of compassion, he extended his hand, gently helping Gugela up, saying, ”Princess, please rise. Though I’m just a wanderer, I understand justice. Seeing innocent people suffer, such crises should not be ignored.”

Gugela raised her head, her beautiful eyes flashing with a bit of joy and emotion, gazing at Shi Feiyang, feelings rippling in her heart.

She recalled her previously heartfelt expressions to Shi Feiyang, repeatedly rejected, felt a pang of sadness.

Looking at Shi Feiyang surrounded by numerous beauties, her heart was full of envy and jealousy.

At this moment, she softly said, ”Hero Shi, if I ever showed imprudence before, I hope you don’t hold it against me. Yet now my tribe is truly in danger, Gugela... really doesn’t know what to do, only hoping the hero, for the people’s sake, can quickly send troops to save us.”

Her voice contained a slight choke, her eyes glistening with tears, her pitiful appearance involuntarily stirring tenderness.

Shi Feiyang, righteous and noble-hearted, considerate of the greater situation, also respecting Gugela’s responsibility to her tribe, resolutely decided to help. He turned, slowly retrieving the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger from his mysterious waist-side deerskin bag.

The Vermilion Bird was massive, its feathers dazzling like flames, each one shining brightly, its wings stretched over ten feet, seemingly able to block out the sky. Its eyes sparkled like rubies, full of agility and majesty, its cry loud and sonorous, echoing through the sky, as if it could dispel all the shadows of the world.

The White Tiger was entirely white, its fur as smooth as silk, its muscle lines fluent, full of power. The king word on its forehead seemed naturally formed, exuding a royal aura. Its eyes were like emerald gems, deep and mysterious, standing there mightily, intimidating all who saw it.

Gugela’s eyes widened, staring intently at the mighty Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, as if enchanted, motionless.

Her lips trembled slightly, her eyes full of amazement and awe, such mythical auspicious beasts unseen in her life, she was temporarily speechless.

After a long time, she recovered, muttering, ”How could such divine beings exist in the world... Hero Shi, this... this must be divine providence for my Lindan Tribe.” Her voice carried a tremor, both marveling at the beasts and clinging to a glimmer of hope for her tribe’s salvation.