King of Hundred Victories Saber

The surrounding forest remained silent, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, yet to Lan Xiaodie, it seemed as if countless eyes were peering at her from the shadows, sending shivers down her spine.

Instinctively, she glanced around, her hands tightly clutching the earth beneath her as if it were her only support in this world.

Recalling the recent hallucinations of the Jade Emperor, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, and their earnest admonitions, those words continued to echo ceaselessly in her mind like the tolling of a bell, shaking her spirit to its core.

Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured to herself, ”Could it be... could everything they said be true? Has Father really committed so many crimes?” Her voice carried a hint of tremor, filled with disbelief and painful struggle.

Lan Xiaodie slowly stood up, her legs weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Her eyes betrayed a hint of emptiness as she shuffled through the forest, each step feeling like it was treading on cotton, feeble and powerless.

Her heart was in turmoil, and her past hatred towards Shi Feiyang began to waver within her.

Once, she had regarded Shi Feiyang as an archenemy with an irreconcilable grudge, her mind fixated on thoughts of vengeance.

But now, the episodes of hallucinations struck like hammers, shattering the stubborn walls of hatred in her heart.

She reached out to steady herself against a tree trunk, leaning slightly forward, closing her eyes in an attempt to calm her chaotic thoughts.

”I always thought it was Shi Feiyang who ruined everything I had, but if Father truly deserves his fate, then what do these years of hatred mean?” Lan Xiaodie whispered softly, her voice laced with an endless bitterness.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, slowly trailing down her cheek, glistening in the sunlight, carrying the weight of her years of pain and bewilderment.

Suddenly, Lan Xiaodie opened her eyes wide, a flash of determination passing through them.

She clenched her fist, her nails digging deep into her palm, yet she felt no pain.

”No matter what, I must find out the truth. If Father is truly unforgivable, how... how will I face all of this?” Her voice grew firmer, but the inner turmoil and struggle continued to shadow her.

Lan Xiaodie took a deep breath, putting away the fake ”Five Poison Scripture” and the real ”Analects,” she walked towards the edge of the forest. Her steps gradually became resolute, and in that instant, she resolved to uncover the truth that had been obscured by hatred, even if it would tear her heart apart.

The next morning, as the dawn broke, soft rays of light like a golden veil gently covered the earth, casting a splendid hue over everything.

Shi Feiyang, leading the heroic Ying group, all with high spirits and great zeal, embarked on their journey south to Bozhou. They sped along, dust trailing behind like a winding yellow dragon.

As Shi Feiyang and his group passed the Tatar Tribe, famed for their excellent warhorses, he couldn’t help but contemplate. The horses here were robust and magnificent, and if they could acquire a batch of fine steeds, it would be like adding wings to a tiger, greatly hastening their journey to Bozhou. Thus, accompanied by the tribe’s leader Rakshan, his son Mahaba, and daughter Wulei, they arrived at the stud farm.

The stud farm was vast and lively with the neighs of horses. The group spread out, carefully selecting steeds, thoroughly preparing for the long trek ahead, eagerly hoping to find a suitable mount.

However, during their selection process, suddenly a rapid, dense thundering of hooves erupted from all around the farm. The group quickly looked up, only to see a band of masked riders surging like an overwhelming tide from all directions, launching a ferocious attack on them.

These riders moved with agility, like leopards, deftly handling their robust warhorses.

Their long knives glinted with a chilling cold light in the sunlight, making them appear more sinister and terrifying, exuding an aura that filled one with dread. They shouted incoherent, incomprehensible slogans, the sound akin to ghosts wailing and wolves howling, instilling fear in their hearts.

Meanwhile, the horses in the farm seemed to have been greatly startled, suddenly causing an uproar.

Screeching incessantly, deafening, they raced wildly in all directions like wild horses that had broken free, completely out of control.

The order in the stud farm was instantly thrown into utter chaos.

In a flash, dust rose, obscuring the sky and the sun, plunging the entire farm into disarray.

The shouts of people and the neighs of horses intertwined, as if heralding the end of the world, terrifying everyone. Seeing this, Shi Feiyang’s eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle’s. He swiftly assessed the current situation and prepared to take action to address the sudden crisis.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang, having mastered the ”Vajra Indestructible Divine Technique,” needed no deliberate effort; his Bright Jade Technique would arise naturally.

The cultivation of this Divine Technique allowed him to maintain a transcendent state of defense in any situation. His body had formed an integration with some mysterious force between heaven and earth, reaching a state of effortless mastery.

At this moment, the aura around Shi Feiyang surged, a faint icy blue glow emerging from his body, resembling an impenetrable cold armor, shielding him tightly. The icy aura spread, causing the surrounding air to freeze, and a thin layer of frost formed instantly on the ground.