King of Hundred Victories Saber

He deeply understands that all these achievements are inseparable from the support and trust of those around him.

In this vast prairie that is like an endless ocean, they will join hands to write the legend of the Heroic Sakura Association.

Lan Xiaodie slowly walked out from the deep, dense forest, akin to an orchid that has endured the baptism of wind and rain.

Sunlight poured down, reflecting on her somewhat tired yet faintly resolute face.

The haze once clouded by hatred in her eyes has gradually faded, replaced by a persistent quest for truth.

Lan Xiaodie knows very well that if she wants to uncover the truth about her father Lan Xianglin’s past, those elder Martial Arts figures in the Jianghu are most likely to know the inside story. Thus, she resolutely embarks on this journey filled with unknowns and hardships.

Throughout her journey, she eats and sleeps under the open sky, asking people wherever she goes for news.

Every town and village she arrives at, she inquires from Jianghu people, innkeepers, and common folks about clues concerning her father.

Lan Xiaodie goes through countless trials, traversing mountains and ridges, crossing desolate deserts, and crossing surging rivers.

In the desert, the scorching sun is high, yellow sand fills the sky, and the heat is unbearable, yet she has never had a thought of retreat; at the riverbank, the waters are rapid, dangers abound, yet she relies on her tenacious will and exquisite Lightweight Technique to turn danger into safety time and again.

Finally, after arduous searching, she hears that at the peak of the towering and perilous Huashan, there resides a senior expert—Elder Xuanfeng, who once had interactions with Lan Xianglin.

At Huashan Peak, clouds and mist coil around, resembling an Immortal Realm, yet it carries a somber chill.

The fierce wind howls like a knife cutting across her face, blowing her clothes to flap noisily.

Lan Xiaodie meets Elder Xuanfeng in front of a quiet mountain cave.

The elder’s hair is white, like the snow on mountain tops, his face is gaunt, and time has etched countless marks of vicissitudes on his face, but his eyes reflect a wisdom that comprehends worldly affairs, as if able to see through all the illusions of the world.

Lan Xiaodie walks respectfully forward, kneels down, and gives a grand salute, saying sincerely: ”Elder, junior Lan Xiaodie humbly comes to seek your guidance regarding my late father Lan Xianglin. This matter concerns my entire life, I hope Elder will kindly grant me your teachings.” Her voice is clear yet carries a slight tremble, a sign of her inner tension and anticipation.

Elder Xuanfeng’s gaze is piercing, like two sharp swords, he scrutinizes Lan Xiaodie up and down, then lets out a long sigh, his voice is low and heavy: ”Miss Lan, your father indeed committed several unforgivable mistakes in the past. In pursuit of the Martial Arts treasure, he became obsessed and colluded with evil forces, leading to countless righteous Martial Arts people suffering cruel deaths, casting the Jianghu into tumult and bloodshed. The hero Shi Feiyang stood up back then, vanquished your father, and indeed rid the Jianghu of harm, restoring peace to the Martial Arts world.”

Lan Xiaodie hears this, her heart storms with a stabbing pain despite having a premonition.

Her lips turn pale instantly, biting her lower lip tightly, striving to hold back tears about to burst forth.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and continues to ask: ”Elder, did my father not do some good deeds in his life?” Her eyes carry a glimmer of hope, as if grasping the last straw to save herself.

Elder Xuanfeng shakes his head slightly, a tinge of regret flashes in his eyes, and he says slowly: ”Kind thoughts occasionally existed, but they were difficult to outweigh his evil deeds. The sins he committed are like the flowing river, impossible to be offset by those tiny acts of goodness.”

Lan Xiaodie feels as though a gigantic stone is heavily pressing on her heart, weighing her down.

After leaving Huashan, her emotions are a mixed bag, like a pot of spilled flavors. She knows she must change, but it’s easier said than done. Her previous perceptions are completely overturned in this moment, her heart is filled with confusion and struggle.

She embarks on the lonely journey back to Bozhou, facing extreme difficulties. Every step feels as if she is walking on thorns, unbearable with pain.

Every time she opens the peculiar book, seemingly like the Five Poison Scripture but actually the Analects, apparitions of Immortal Gods such as the Jade Emperor, Sun Wukong, Taibai Jinxing, and the Seven Fairy Maidens appear, all persuading her to turn away from evil and pursue good.

Lan Xiaodie feels a turmoil in her heart, anger rising within, she shuts the book forcefully and shouts: ”Enough! Don’t come to bother me again!” From then on, she dares not open the enchanting book again, as if it’s a Pandora’s box containing endless troubles and bafflement.

Shi Feiyang takes a brief respite in Wulang City, the capital of the Naiman Tribe, spending a few cozy days with his heavenly beautiful wives Yili, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, and Liu Guihua, and then leads the ”Long Arm Fist” Liao Pei, ”Heaven and Earth Saber” Lie Quan, ”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong, ”Mandarin Duck Saber” Xiao Lingling, ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi, ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen, and Little Scholar Shi Xiong, resolutely embarking on the long journey south to Bozhou.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the cattle and sheep on the grassland seem to also feel the change of seasons, they silently graze on sparse dry grass, occasionally lifting their heads to look into the distance, their eyes showing a trace of confusion and reluctance.

In the distance, a few yurts stand lonely, smoke rises into the air, creating a serene yet slightly desolate picture with the vast grassland. The setting sun gradually sinks westward, dyeing the horizon orange-red, the afterglow spilled on the grassland, draping this yellow land in a layer of golden gauze, so beautiful it’s intoxicating yet evokes a sense of chill.