King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Xiong saw this and felt a shiver in his heart, as if hearing a thunderbolt on a clear day.

He knew Yili’s temperament well, like explosive gunpowder that ignites at the slightest spark. If he didn’t chase after her now, big trouble might arise.

He quickly leaped, moving with the agility of a monkey, onto the back of the Vermilion Bird. The Vermilion Bird seemed to understand human urgency, let out a long cry that shook the fields, spread its wings, and flew in a red flame-like path toward the direction Yili had left.

In the sky, Shi Xiong chased after Yili while loudly calling out, ”Madam, wait a moment! Please listen to me!”

The voice drifted in the wind, filled with urgency and earnestness.

Upon catching up with Yili, Shi Xiong slowed the Vermilion Bird’s speed to fly alongside her.

He earnestly persuaded, ”Madam, please do not be angry. The Grand Squad Leader’s feelings for you are evident to the heavens and earth, proclaimed by the sun and moon. The intermarriages among the tribes on this grassland are often to stabilize power and maintain balance—a helpless act. The Grand Squad Leader’s love for you has never wavered the slightest. Your place in his heart is unmatched by anyone. Please, for the sake of the deep affection and goodwill the Grand Squad Leader has always shown you, do not be angry anymore.”

Shi Xiong spoke until his mouth was dry, lips chapped, face full of anxiety, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his gaze firmly fixed on Yili, filled with hope that she might change her heart.

Listening to Shi Xiong’s words, Yili’s fury slowly subsided, like a blazing fire doused with a cold bucket of water.

She turned to look at Shi Xiong, her eyes still holding a trace of grievance and unwillingness: ”Shi Xiong, I understand what you are saying. But I... I just can’t swallow this grievance. I devoted myself to him, he was all I cared about, but he...”

Her voice gradually choked, tears once again welling in her eyes, like a deluge about to burst forth.

Seeing this, Shi Xiong quickly continued to comfort her: ”Madam, please calm your anger. The Grand Squad Leader will surely give you an explanation. Let us return first and discuss whatever needs to be discussed. If you leave in such anger, the Grand Squad Leader will surely be anxious, unable to think of anything else.”

With Shi Xiong’s persuasive words, Yili finally nodded slowly, the motion heavy with reluctance.

The Vermilion Bird carried the two of them, heading slowly towards the camp of Great Khan Dangxin’s Watt Tribe army.

At this moment, Great Khan Dangxin’s gaze swept over the scarred battlefield, expression heavy, as if a majestic mountain was pressing on his heart.

Then, he declared aloud: ”All soldiers, heed my command: begin cleaning the battlefield immediately, and leave no spot untouched.

Restore peace to this land as soon as possible, lest the souls of our fallen soldiers find no rest.”

His voice was powerful and commanding, carrying an incontrovertible authority, echoing in the vast expanse like a resounding bell, reaching the ears of every soldier. The soldiers responded in unison, their voices reverberating through the skies like rolling thunder.

They then swiftly took action, causing the dust to rise once more, as everyone methodically took care of the aftermath. Some soldiers were transporting corpses, their expressions solemn; others were cleaning bloodstains, their motions swift.

Meanwhile, Great Khan Dangxin turned, his face beaming as he looked at Shi Feiyang and said warmly, ”Dear son-in-law, today we must hold a grand banquet to properly honor you, the great hero. Your outstanding achievements for my tribe are indeed the fortune of our Lindan Tribe, also the blessing of our grassland. I must let the entire tribe know your bravery and wisdom.” His eyes filled with appreciation and admiration.

Hearing the Great Khan Dangxin’s praise, Shi Feiyang humbly clasped his hands together, slightly bowing, his demeanor exuding elegance, saying, ”Great Khan overpraises me. Being a part of the tribe, alleviating its troubles and expanding its territories is my duty. To contribute even a little to the tribe is my greatest honor.” His voice was steady and mellow, like an ancient bell ringing deep in the mountains; though not loud, it carried a restrained confidence that naturally inspired trust.

At this moment, in the tent, the flickering candles cast warm yellow light on his resolute visage, outlining a clear profile, adding to his aura of stability.

At the banquet, the tent was resplendent with light; dozens of tallow candles hung high, illuminating the entire tent as bright as day.

The flame danced, its light sparkling vividly, casting shadows that flickered on everyone’s faces.

The scent of wine permeated, its rich aroma filling every corner of the tent, enticing with its intoxicating smell.

The fragrance of roasted meat mingled with the wine aroma in the air, sparking appetite within those present.

Around the tent, colorful embroidered hangings depicted the Lindan Tribe’s totems and brave wartime scenes, lifelike, telling the glorious history of the tribe. Thick animal skins covered the ground, soft and warm, and everyone sat cross-legged, enjoying the feast.

Princess Gugela, like a gentle little bird, stayed close to Shi Feiyang.

She was dressed in a splendid Mongolian traditional long dress, the hem embroidered with intricate patterns, shimmering under the candlelight.

Her eyes were full of love and admiration, as if Shi Feiyang was the only deity in her heart. Seeing her husband revered and adored by all the soldiers, her affection for Shi Feiyang grew even stronger, like a fiercely burning flame, fervent and sincere.

She slightly leaned to the side, her movements as gentle as a breeze caressing willows, and softly said to Shi Feiyang, ”My husband, look at all the soldiers who hold you in such high regard. I am as joyful as spring flowers in bloom. I truly hope that in the days to come, I can be with you every day, hand in hand through the years, forever inseparable.”