King of Hundred Victories Saber

Her voice is gentle and graceful, akin to an oriole exiting the valley, crisp and melodious, carrying endless affection. Each word seems to be imbued with strands of emotions, entwining Shi Feiyang’s heart. At this moment, she slightly raises her head, eyes sparkling, a sweet smile at the corner of her mouth, looking charming and captivating.

Shi Feiyang slightly furrows his brows, his sword-like brows resemble tightly locked mountain peaks, a trace of helplessness and reluctance flashes in his eyes, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, fleeting yet filled with deep emotion.

He gently holds Princess Gugela’s hand, those hands wide and warm, softly saying: ”Princess, how could I not wish to be with you forever and spend our lives together? But now Bozhou is in rebellion, wars raging, the situation extremely urgent, civilians trapped in peril. As a member of the Martial Arts, bearing the name of chivalry, I should step forward and head to Bozhou to quell the rebellion. This is a matter of great righteousness. I can’t afford any negligence, or else I’d fail the righteous path of Martial Arts and the people of the world. Moreover, the Great Khan’s territory has expanded further, everything needs rebuilding, and it requires someone as wise and compassionate as you, Princess, to help govern. You, here, with your wisdom and kindness, can surely enable the tribe’s people to live peacefully and happily, a tremendous merit. I’ll return once the rebellion is quelled, then I’ll accompany you, Princess, and spend the rest of our lives together till old age.”

His words are sincere and firmly spoken, each word emitted from the depths of his heart, bearing the burden of national righteousness as heavy as Mount Tai, yet full of tender affection for the Princess, reminiscent of gentle streams, moving Princess Gugela’s heart with both emotion and reluctance.

Upon hearing, Princess Gugela’s eyes brim with tears, gripping Shi Feiyang’s hand tightly, as if trying to carve his warmth into her heart.

At this moment, a loud phoenix cry, akin to an arrow piercing the clouds, breaks the silence of the night sky.

Yili and Shi Xiong are seen riding Vermilion Bird, like a radiant, dazzling ray of light, swiftly approaching from afar.

Vermilion Bird is enveloped in flames, its wings spread wide, covering the sky, exuding a grand aura.

Its feathers shimmer with red light under the moonlight, resembling burning clouds at sunset.

Each flap of its enormous wings stirs a storm, causing the flags outside the camp to rustle loudly.

From afar, Shi Feiyang spots it, a joy surging in his heart, akin to seeing the dawn after darkness, yet immediately concerned about Lin Wanqing, Gong Simeng, and others’ safety, the joy instantly replaced by worry.

His eyes first flash a gleam of surprise, then once again clouded with worry, slightly furrowing his brows.

He gently lets go of Princess Gugela, movements tender yet with a hint of determination, rises to tidy his attire meticulously. Then clasping his hands in a martial salute, facing Great Khan Dangxin, Princess Gugela, and the Generals, with a solemn demeanor as in a grand ritual, he says: ”Great Khan, Princess, Generals, I am grateful for your favor, I must take leave here. The matter of quelling the rebellion in Bozhou is extremely urgent, the military situation waits for no one, I cannot stay. I hope the Great Khan maintains good health, and the Princess governs the tribe diligently, allowing the people to enjoy peace. When I return, we shall drink to our fill and rejoice in camaraderie.” His voice steady and strong, each word echoes like a heavy hammer, striking reverence in the hearts of all present.

At this moment, everyone in the camp ceases their actions, their gaze fixed on Shi Feiyang, some showing admiration, others reluctant, and yet some filled with concern. Speaking thus, Shi Feiyang strides quickly towards Vermilion Bird, steps agile like a leopard running, leaps with the grace of a bird entering the forest, onto Vermilion Bird’s back.

Shi Xiong and Yili each take their seats, Vermilion Bird seems to sense its master’s urgency, lets out a long cry, sound echoing around, wings spread wide like a red lightning bolt, heading towards Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing’s camp, vanishing in the vast night, leaving only a faint trace.

Everyone gazes towards the direction of Vermilion Bird’s departure, standing still for a long time, Princess Gugela’s eyes brimming with tears, shimmering under the moonlight.

Princess Gugela looks up at the sky, eyes filled with reluctance and melancholy, a gaze resembling abandoned stars, dim and sorrowful.

Her form under the lamp’s light appears somewhat lonely, akin to a flower withered in late autumn, solitary yet desolate.

A gentle breeze brushes past, like soft hands, stirring her hair, flying freely in the wind, adding a touch of delicate sorrow.

She murmurs to herself: ”Husband, hoping for your early return, I’ll surely wait here, year after year, never leaving, never forsaking.”

Her voice disperses into the night, carrying endless longing, like ghosts drifting in the night sky, lingering long.

At this moment, the lamp beside her gradually dims, her shadow stretching ever longer, further emphasizing her solitude.

In the sky, Yili glances sideways at Shi Feiyang, eyes sharp as swords, filled with slight anger, retorting: ”You certainly know how to do favors, handing this vast tribe to your father-in-law! How come you haven’t given Hengshan Sect a grand gift? Perhaps your eyes only see your new love in the grasslands, forgetting the bonds with Hengshan Sect?”

Her voice rings clear yet carrying a trace of sharpness, echoing in the night sky.

Currently, Yili’s brows furrowed, cheeks slightly flushed from anger, arms crossed over her chest, looking quite indignant.

Shi Xiong hurriedly says: ”Madam, that statement isn’t fair. My lord’s kindness to Hengshan Sect is evident as sun and moon. Do you remember by Taihu Lake, my lord risking his life to save you? In Black Wind Valley, again my lord turned the tide, aiding Hengshan Sect out of peril. When Zhong Renwang attacked Hengshan Sect, if not for my lord’s timely arrival, consequences would’ve been unimaginable. Moreover, giving each Hengshan Sect disciple a piece of gold leaf, solving the sect’s pressing needs. My lord even eradicated Nine Poison Sect and Drinking Horse Association for you, removing two formidable foes for Hengshan Sect. These deeds, all showing my lord’s deep-rooted affection for Hengshan Sect, you must not forget!” Shi Xiong speaks passionately, each word rapid as cannon fire, listing Shi Feiyang’s kindness to Hengshan Sect one by one.