King of Hundred Victories Saber

Xie Wen grabbed Shi Xiong and once again used the ”Feixu Qingyan Technique,” closely following Shi Feiyang to the giant stable, floating down gracefully.

Shi Feiyang arrived at the stable, True Qi coursing through his hand, packing most of the horses into the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist.

The deerskin bag seemed to have endless space, continuously absorbing the horses.

Afterwards, he gently lifted Guo Xiangyu onto a splendid horse, his movements soft and tender.

Then, he leapt onto his horse, reached out to hold Guo Xiangyu’s reins, and said with determined eyes, ”Xiangyu, hold on tight, we’re leaving this place of trouble.” His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a reassuring strength.

Xie Wenhe and Shi Xiong, who just managed to gather his thoughts, also jumped on their horses.

Shi Xiong still had a trace of panic in his eyes, but under Xie Wen’s gesture, he tried to calm down.

The three of them rode their horses in unison, the sound of hooves like thunder, galloping along the Salt Road.

Their figures stretched long under the sunset’s afterglow, like a scene full of Jianghu aura.

Behind them, Mingjian Manor, thick smoke billowed furiously, rushing to the skies like a black dragon spiraling in the horizon.

The blazing fire burned the centuries-old Mingjian Manor into a heap of ruins.

From then on, Jianghu Eunuch, Manor Master Dugu Yan of Mingjian Manor, had no money, supplies, or manpower left, and no one dared to challenge Shi Feiyang anymore. Shi Feiyang and the others drifted further away, leaving only the burning ruins to narrate this poignant Jianghu grievance.

When Shi Feiyang gently lifted Guo Xiangyu onto the saddle, time seemed to have frozen for them.

Guo Xiangyu felt as though the world was spinning, and once she gathered herself, she seemed to be in a dreamlike state.

Her heart was like a joyful little deer, hopping wildly within her chest, filled with secret delight. That sweet sensation was like blooming spring flowers, wantonly flourishing. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, resembling the intoxicating sunset, and her beautiful eyes gleamed as if the clear springs within flowed not with water but with syrup, glittering with love and tenderness.

Along the way, she rode side by side with Shi Feiyang.

The winter wind howled like knives, yet it couldn’t diminish the fervor within her heart.

Guo Xiangyu seemed insensitive to the biting wind, her cheeks feeling no pain at all.

Because Shi Feiyang was right by her side, his upright posture and steady aura like warm sunlight completely enveloped her.

No matter how cold the weather was, her heart remained warm, as if gently roasted by a tender flame.

Now and then, Guo Xiangyu couldn’t help but turn her head, her gaze falling on Shi Feiyang, filled with fascination and affection.

Shi Feiyang’s resolute profile, illuminated by the sun, stood out sharply, resembling a fine painting.

His focused riding demeanor, every move, profoundly tugged at Guo Xiangyu’s heartstrings.

In her mind, Guo Xiangyu quietly pondered, ”As long as I can accompany Young Master Shi like this, even if the road ahead is thorny and stormy, I would gladly endure.”

”Young Master Shi,” she called softly, her voice tender like a breeze in spring, ”Today you displayed majestic power, those villains before you seemed like mere ants. Do you know how worried I was for you, yet also how proud?”

She lightly bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with deep affection, continued, ”Every move and strike from you during the battle with bandits is etched in my memory. I only hope that in the days to come, I can always be by your side, to resolve your troubles, to face collectively the trials and tribulations of the world.” Her voice carried a slight tremor, for her emotions were so intense, almost overflowing.