King of Hundred Victories Saber

Even the most enchanting flowers in the world would feel inferior and lose all their color in her presence.

Her face was of national beauty and celestial grace, such peerless beauty akin to the Nine Heavens Profound Lady descending to earth, stunning enough to captivate all beings.

Her eyebrows were like distant picturesque hills, resembling the rolling and misty green mountains afar, exuding a hint of spiritual charm, as if containing endless stories; her eyes were as bright as stars, akin to the twinkling stars in the vast night sky, yet now brimming with tears, like crystal-clear dewdrops rolling on the morning lotus leaf, pristine and pure, evoking tenderness; her elegant and straight nose, like a white jade peak, added a sense of dimensionality to her face, making it even more exquisite; her lips, like cherries, were naturally red, trembling slightly and appearing more pitiable, causing one’s heart to be filled with sympathy uncontrollably.

She wore a light green garment, fluttering gently with the wind, resembling the tender green willow branches in spring, soft and ethereal, carrying the breath of spring. Embroidered on the garment were several branches of elegant green bamboo, the bamboo vivid and lifelike, carrying the freshness and tranquility of a bamboo forest, making one almost smell the faint bamboo fragrance. A white silk belt was tied around her waist, with a delicate bamboo knife hanging from it, swaying gently in the breeze, emitting crisp and pleasing sounds, adding a bit of liveliness and grace to her, like a fairy who accidentally wandered into the mortal world.

After removing her veil, her eyes still fixed on the Blood Pool below, tears fell like pearls with a broken string, dropping swiftly, as she cried out: ”Hero Shi, this young woman kneels here to thank you for avenging my immense blood feud. My mother was forced to desperation by this Blood Demon and tragically died by jumping into this Blood Pool. My mother was originally a disciple under the Blood Demon Sect and fell in love with my father, Guo Ju, marrying him. Unexpectedly, the Blood Demon had harbored impure intentions towards my mother for a long time, and found an excuse to send my father away, intending to violate my mother. My mother stood firm, preferring death to dishonor, and resolutely jumped into this Blood Pool, leaving no trace of her body ever since. Last time, I infiltrated the Old Wolf Stronghold, intending to kill the Blood Demon’s other disciple, Wu Biao, to avenge my family. Unexpectedly, the hero also came to the Old Wolf Stronghold for revenge, momentarily obstructing my path of vengeance, hence in a rush of impulse, I stabbed the hero. Regretting deeply afterwards, I felt extremely sorry for the hero. Today, I am here to express my gratitude to Hero Shi for avenging my deep blood feud, and to apologize for the previous disrespectful act, I hope the hero can forgive me, and please accept my three kowtows.”

Having said that, she then turned around to bow deeply to Shi Feiyang, her forehead touching the ground, her posture devout, as if conducting a solemn ceremony.

Upon seeing this scene, Shi Feiyang felt a tightness in his heart, he hurriedly bent down to help up the bamboo knife girl Guo Xiangyu, gently saying: ”A young woman of such captivating beauty, resembling the most enchanting flower in spring, should not spoil her forehead. I am merely fulfilling a duty of those living in Jianghu, acting on behalf of heaven, removing the wicked and helping the good, as it is the responsibility of us chivalrous people. Young lady, your deep blood feud has been avenged, and the days ahead are still long. I wonder what plans the young lady has for the future, and where you would wish to reside? If there is anything you need assistance with, feel free to tell me, I will do my utmost.”

Guo Xiangyu’s eyes filled with gratitude, she opened her cherry lips, her voice as crisp as an oriole exiting the valley, yet carrying a few genuine and sincere tones: ”Hero Shi, great kindness requires no thanks, you avenged my deep blood feud, this young woman will never forget. However, the Son of the Blood Demon, Blood Venerable, still lives, and with his vindictive nature, he surely will not let this rest, he will undoubtedly come seeking revenge. This young woman knows well of his ruthless methods, as long as he lives, I will feel a thorn in my side, uneasy at heart. Therefore, this young woman ventures, willing to follow the hero’s side from now on, even if only to pour tea, cook soup, tending daily needs, I am willing. I hope the hero can accept this young woman, giving me an opportunity to repay the kindness.”

Having said that, she slightly distanced herself from Shi Feiyang again, bowing deeply once more, her silhouette graceful, her demeanor myriad.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang hurriedly stretched out his hands, gently helping Guo Xiangyu up, his gaze conveying warmth and determination, he said: ”Miss Guo, please don’t do this. Roaming the Jianghu, drawing swords to assist, is my duty. If the young lady wishes to accompany me, that would be wonderful. How could I dare let the young lady lower herself to be a maid, from now on we will walk side by side, venture through Jianghu, champion the noble air of heaven and earth, and eradicate the injustices of the world. The Jianghu is vast, with many hidden and treacherous places, it is truly in need of passionate people like us to cleanse it. Miss Guo, let us set out for Ningxia.”

His words were sonorous and forceful, echoing like great bells in this vast space, fully displaying his heroic Jianghu demeanor and chivalrous heart embracing the world. Hearing this, a spark of excitement flickered in Guo Xiangyu’s eyes, she nodded vigorously, her pretty face exuberant with irrepressible excitement.

At this moment, though her tear stains had not yet dried, her tear-streaked appearance made her all the more captivating, like a flower swaying in the wind and rain yet still resplendent. Seeing her like this, Shi Feiyang couldn’t help but smile slightly, that smile like the warm sun of spring, warming the heart.

He gently encircled Guo Xiangyu’s slender waist, the two of them appearing like a pair of immortal companions, gliding down, landing firmly by the Blood Pool.

Shi Feiyang stood firmly, his stance tall as a pine, his eyes like two sharp blades, steadily gazing at the nauseatingly fetid, crazily churning Blood Pool before him.

The blood water in the pool clashed against each other, producing dull sounds, akin to numerous unjust souls struggling and wailing in this bloody hell.